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Just Friends

Softboi!Erik X Y/N

wc: 8.5k

cw: black!femreader, friends to lovers, fluff?, unprotected sex, soft-core?, creampie, oral, overstimulation

song: Can’t Be Friends by Trey Songz

Author’s Note: These two separate prompts inspired me: “We’re…. Just Friends.” and “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” Of course we gotta have some old school Trey Songz to get the mood going, but things will end better for this couple than in the song. This is my attempt at a bit of a Softboi!Erik. Lemme know what you think. Please don’t repost & plagiarize my work.

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Can I come over?

Y/N bit her bottom lip as she stared at Erik’s text. She welcomed his distraction; she had been working on a project for work for since she got home, but her stupid heart still skipped anytime his name appeared on her phone. Biting her lip, her fingers hovered about the keyboard.

Erik is your friend! Why the fuck are you thinking so hard?

She just received a promotion to marketing manager at Cu!sine, an upcoming food ordering and delivery platform that was supposed to rival GrubHub and DoorDash in terms of prices and availability to those neighborhoods within food deserts. While she loved making six-figures now, especially as one of the few black women in charge at the company, it was stressing her the hell out.

Lately it’d hadn’t been any: friends, family, or fun.

To add shit on top of it, her boyfriend of the last year broke up with her a few days ago, citing that, “She didn’t have time for him.” Which was bullshit. But kinda true.

Braxton was the type of nigga that wanted his girl all up under him. Y/N made it clear from the very beginning that she wasn’t that type of woman. Her man should be a partner, an extension of her. Not her Alpha and Omega… Nor her God, she had to worship and suck his dick for twenty-four seven. She told Braxton when she had been vying for the position that her time wouldn’t be solely focused on him.

You did promise to try to make time with Braxton. Or was this an excuse because Erik was single now?

In all honesty, good riddance.

Men are a distraction. Don’t think about them right now!

She needed to finish this presentation for the morning so that the designers and programmers were all on the same page. Emails. Drafts due. Proposals. Yet, she couldn’t push herself to type another word.

Y/N was surprised that Erik even reached out at nearly two in the morning.

When she canceled on him and the rest of their friends earlier in the evening, he gave her ass an earful. This was the fourth time in the last two weeks she agreed to plans, then canceled at the last minute.

Obviously he’s not pissed at me anymore…

They had been friends since she moved to the Bay Area six years ago. Meeting at a Black in Corporate America convention. At first, she was gonna curse out the mothafucka that bumped into her, making her spill coffee on the front of her silk blouse. She had just used the last of her money on her outfit in hopes of landing a job and now that was ruined.

To say he was fine was an understatement.

Dressed in an all-black fine wool Dior suit, Santos de Cartier watch on one wrist, rings on his fingers, and Tom Ford sunglasses on, he screamed big dick energy. It had taken her a moment to compose herself; the curses dying on her tongue as he got napkins and helped usher her to the bathroom to clean up.

To her surprise, he waited for her and even offered to have her clothing dry cleaned. Still dazed, she was gonna shoot her shot until she heard someone call his name and a gorgeous woman approached.

It hadn’t looked like his date was there to take part in the convention. Y/N hoped she wasn’t his date.

She was a baddie. Form fitting dress, Brazilian bundles, and plush lips. She looked Y/N up and down like she was fly getting too close to the food at a barbeque.

“Shelley, this is…” Erik paused, realizing that she hadn’t even told him her name yet.

Blinking dumbly, Y/N looked from him to a steaming Shelley.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you—”

“Erik Stevens.”

He reached out a hand, and she had to stop herself from shuddering at the feel of his warm, strong hands. They weren’t too soft or too rough, but firm enough to let her know he spent time outdoors. Shelley stared her ass down hard as hell, so she played it off, sliding a neutral expression across her features as she gave Shelley’s ass a phony smile.

“Yeah… Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Erik’s fiancée.”

That had been like cold water on a fire. Her panties didn’t get hot for a married man, but even when she called Erik to settle the bill for dry cleaning, she couldn’t stop herself from engaging with him.

Especially when he pointed out her Chicago accent.

She denied having one. She definitely heard his Oakland accent.

Being from the Midwest, it seemed like every other region of the United States had a noticeable accent than her. Still, he teased her when she called Soda, “Pop” which she told him that was the hill she would die on. Never, ever in her life would she say soda…

Teased her for her die-hard love for the Chicago White Socks and deep-dish pizza and polishes with mustard.

Y/N resigned herself to just being friends with Erik. She rather be that, than not have him in her life.

To her pleasure, Shelley didn’t last.

None of the girls Erik fucked with last.

It was almost two years before he revealed he was indeed Prince N’Jadaka and running the Wakandan International Outreach Centre in Oakland. For that alone, he was always weeding women out that just wanted him for the money and status. Y/N was there for him with the break-up with Shelley. Then Tiffany. Monique. Lola. Deja. Jasmine. Ciana.

It seemed fate was cruel.

They always seemed to miss each other when the other was single. She met Brandon right when Erik ended things with Shelley. Then he met Tiffany when her fling with Brandon ended.

They could never get the timing right.

Yet for the first time in six years, they were both single.

That’s why she stood looking stupid. This was the time to finally take a chance. How much longer could she bear to see another chick on his arm?

Erik had been in a bit of a dry spell lately, opting for casual hook-ups while he was flying back and forth from Oakland to Wakanda to New York, where they were opening their very first east coast centre.

She missed her best friend, and even with their busy schedules, they always found time to link up and just hang out. Which is why she wasn’t pissed when Erik snapped at her. Their time together grounded both of them.

Sure, I’m up. Y/N texted and rushed to her bathroom, sitting her phone on the sink.

She had little time to freshen up. Tapping her nails against the sink, she tried to get her heart to still.

Erik stayed in Oakland and preferred to party there, but their mutual friends always convinced him to come over to the city. Her two-bedroom high-rise apartment was in The Marina had perfect views of Pier 39 and the Golden Gate Bridge.

She loved being within walking distance from North Beach where she and Erik could pig out on all the pasta she wanted or chill at the local gastropubs. She told Erik he should get an apartment over here too to be closer to her, but the nigga was stubborn. He offered to buy her place in Oakland but Erik couldn’t convince her to move over to Telegraph Hill, not just yet…

Do I really need to do anything?

Her natural hair was pulled up in a pineapple. She removed most of her makeup the minute she got home; her brown skin was glowing and moisturized after her face mask.

She changed into a cute white cropped off-the-shoulder pajama sweater that showed off her smooth belly with matching shorts. Y/N had been back on her healthy eating and exercise kick and the results were playing off. She had always been thick, but now…

Curvy in all the right places. She still had a bit of a belly, but not like before. Her thighs were still thick, but toned and her boobs were even firmer.

Y/N opted out of a bra but the material of the pajamas was from one of the fast fashion companies from China, so the material was cheap and sheer. If you looked hard enough, you could see her brown nipples.

We’ve seen each other naked before.

That had been a totally wonderful accident.

Sometimes when Erik was convinced to come over and party, he’ll stay in her extra bedroom. The fucker got too comfortable and had a closet full of his things in there. She swore he was in her kitchen when she went to bring him a fresh towel and rags to the connected bathroom when she opened the door and met his bare ass and dick.

Of course, she stood there for a few seconds too long.

All she could do was open and close her mouth, trying to ignoring the site of his fat, curved dick right in her face. She damn near tripped and fell, moving out of the bathroom back to her bedroom. Her heart thundered in her chest and she definitely rubbed one out to that image.

Things had been awkward for a few moments, but Erik didn’t let her wallow in it and it was swept under the rug…

Her phone dinged twice.

On the elevator coming up.

Put on your big girl panties Y/N!

A few seconds later when she heard a knock at her door. Heading out of her en-suite bathroom and rushing to the front door. Standing on her tippy toes to peek out the peephole, Erik stood there looking directly at the lens.

“You gonna open the door or keep breathin’ hard as shit on it?” Erik’s muffled voice said from the other side.

Huffing, she rolled her eyes opening the door.

“You’re the one knocking on my door. You better hope I let you in.”

“Shut that shit up and c’mon girl.”

Sometimes it was exhausting being Erik’s friend. When he was in town, he demanded all her time. Popping up at her job and somehow wooing the receptionist to let him back into her office. Making her go out to eat and the movies with him. Showering her with all sorts of gifts: chocolate, exotic fruit, jewelry. Sometimes she felt like a kept woman without one painstakingly obvious benefit.

“So you not mad at me no more?” Y/N asked.

Erik’s eyes were low, and he smelled like weed and Hennessey. A slow grin crossed his face as he sized her up and down. He rubbed his chin before he glanced down the hall.

“I can never stay mad at you Ma.”

Y/N’s heart seized at his words. But now it was time to go in on his ass about what she was smelling.

“T’Challa’s gonna have your ass if he finds out you’re smoking again.”

He let out a dramatic groan and tossed his head back before pushing himself through her door, forcing her to the side. “T’Challa’s not gonna know shit if you don’t say anything.”

He walked through her place like he paid bills in the mothafucka. In a way he did… Especially during that brief time she got laid off, worried she was going to have to return to Chicago with her tail between her legs or worse… Finding a spot in the Tenderloin…

He paid her rent and utilities even though she protested and made sure she was good until she got the job with Cu!sine.

Then why goes he still insists on paying the rent?

Tossing his leather jacket on the seat of her dining table. He looked absolutely lethal in a black Henley, unbuttoned, showing the top of his chest. Form fitting black jeans and black boots that he kicked off in the middle of her floor. To add to that combination was his scruffy facial hair and dreads falling into his eyes, and it was absolutely dangerous and wild.

He collapsed onto her cream couch, putting his feet up on her coffee-table he placed his hands behind his head, “You not about to snitch on me Ma? That’ll be fucked up if you did.”

Y/N pussy throbbed at seeing his long body on her couch. Like he belonged there.

“Do I ever tell your business?”

Shutting the door, she took a breath, his scent already overpowering her space. She met his gaze and his eyes roamed over itty-bitty ass pajamas again before connecting with hers. She had to break his stare.

His eyes were possessive and hungry.

“Who you wearin’ that shit for? I know that nigga Braxton ain’t bring his square ass back around.”

Erik didn’t care for Braxton. He always called him: That lame ass nigga. That square ass nigga. The Urkel wannabe ass dude. Nerdy ass dude. Uncle Tom ass nigga.

Yes, Braxton went to Yale. Did he talk like Undercover Brother when he went undercover as Anton Jackson against The Man? Yes. He loved corduroy and khakis. He was part of a social club, and the most exciting thing Braxton thought to do on a Friday night was play Yahtzee, but… He was stable.

Y/N was getting older and her sorority sisters were getting married and having babies. She wanted that, too.

Of course, she wanted it with Erik, but she knew her friend. He could be flighty and fickle as hell, which explained the revolving door of women.

“Everybody can’t be a prince and former assassin Erik—” Y/N stressed the last words as she took a seat next to him man spreading— “and for your information, I wore this for me.”

Erik narrowed his eyes on her as he rubbed his beard.

“Hm. Really?”

“Really.”

Licking his lips, he blinked slowly at her. She hates that he has those pretty ass lashes. They’re wasted on a nigga like him. He pulled at the waistband of her shorts, the elastic snapping against her skin, she whimpered.

“You lucky I saw you in this. Don’t be wearing this for those lame ass niggas you like to give your attention to. They can’t handle it like a real nigga can.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, her lips thinning. “A real nigga? Who is this real nigga you’re speaking of?”

“Why me, of course? The fuck? You actin’ like you don’t see it right in front of you.”

Don’t do this to me boy!

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shook her head, “Okay Erik.”

“Okay, Erik.”

She was trying to ignore how good he smelled. Dark. Cedarwood. The heat emanating from him was vicious, and she plucked at the top of her shirt. Her body immediately took noticed at his energy and swag… Unconsciously she submitted. Especially to how he moved closer, awakening her desire for him.

His voice was husky and rough when he leaned forward, pressing his chest into her side. “Why the fuck you playing with me, Y/N?”

“How am I playing with you?”

Erik sucks his teeth, and he pinched her. “Do I need to spell it out for you?”

That was another side-effect of him drinking.

He was overly aggressive and touchy-feely. By now, he had worked himself closer to her, forcing her to press against the arm of the couch. He lifted his arm, wrapping it tight around her and brought her legs over his lap.

“Erik, how much did you have to drink?”

She hoped he didn’t have too much. He was a big ass baby when he had a hangover and she was already planning on getting some food in him to sober him up.

“How did your day go, Ma? I missed you.” Erik changed the topic. He plucked at a curl of hers before reaching into his pants pocket.

He pulled out a fat blunt and lighter.

“It was fine.”

“Code for they worked your goddamn nerves.”

He flicks the lighter and Y/N leans back to avoid the flame. Seconds later he’s pulling hard as shit from the blunt before releasing a white cloud of smoke from his lips in her face.

She laughed and smacked his arm as Erik relaxed further into her couch; she tried not to groan when she feels his dick flex under her legs.

His dark eyes trained on her as he waits patiently for her response.

“They did. You know Lisa, who had the position before me? White lady with the stringy hair? She ain’t do shit. I’m fixing shit from three years ago that she swept under the rug. On top of that, I got my very first meeting with the departments tomorrow. I.T. still hasn’t come and given me my monitors. The landlord gotta come back and fix that leak under my kitchen sink. Then my mama keep calling me telling me about somebody’s son she saw around the neighborhood that will be good for me…” Y/N vented and Erik raised a brow.

Snatching the blunt from Erik, she took a deep inhale. Can’t beat them? Join them.

Closing her eyes as she felt the high immediately. That never happened before. Her eyes met his as he bit down on his bottom lip. Y/N stared dumbly at him as she smacked her lips a few times.

“This ain’t normal weed, is it?”

Erik chuckled and shook his head. “Some shit I had some of Shuri’s scientist make for me. I’m gonna fuck up the weed industry with it, I just know it.”

She did and said things when she was high she might not be ready for…

“Goddamnit Erik, I got work in the morning.”

She reached forward for the ashtray she kept for him when he relapsed back to smoking.

His eyes going to her ass to help stabilize her and she felt him squeeze. Sitting back on him, she ignored that little action and handed the tray to him.

He took the blunt and hit it again. “You the one smoking shit and don’t even know what it is.”

It fucking hurts how sexy he was. Oh god the weed got her. She felt loose. Free. Dazed.

She felt his hand on her exposed back. His thick fingers drawing little circles here and there, making her squirm before releasing a sigh, leaning into his touch. Dammit, she felt wet and horny.

“Good shit, ain’t it? I told you let me fix that sink, but you hard-headed. Now what niggas your mama trying to set you up with?”

There was a sharpness in his voice. It was hard to focus when he kept rubbing her. Tapping her arm he passed the blunt back to her. It was reckless but she hit it, her eyes lowering.

“Out of all my problems, that’s all you heard?” she crossed her arms under her breast, drawing his attention to it. Y/N tries to control her breathing as he stared at her titties. She wanted him to touch her again.

“What niggas Y/N.”

Rolling her eyes, she felt him pinch one of her fat rolls and she squealed, glad he was touching her again.

“I told you about rolling your eyes at me and shit.”

“I’m sorry…”

Erik shook his head. “You ain’t, but you will be soon.”

Y/N’s cheeks flush and she focused her gaze on the floor. Erik didn’t stop rubbing her. Now she was basically on his lap. His big hand circling her waist to the front of her belly. Dipping his index finger into her belly button.

“T-the guy is no one. Some d-dude that I used to be friends with at church. I haven’t seen him in l-like… Fifteen years.”

Dammit, she was stuttering and Erik grinned at it. Even if the guy was in San Francisco, she doubt he could compare to Erik.

“Not somebody I’m gonna have to do some digging on?”

She hated that Erik vetted every single man she came in contact with. It helped being a prince and having friends in high-places. She jutted her bottom lip out. “I don’t need you vetting the men I date. They aren’t trying to use me as a sugar mama.”

Silence fell and Y/N instantly regretted what she said.

“I’m sorry Erik, I didn’t mean that. You know I didn’t.”

Damn, she was killing the mood! Placing a hand on his chest, she pressed forward. Face inches from his.

It was hard for Erik to trust. Damn hard. Especially with his past, and he was just now letting T’Challa and his extended family into his life.

Even though he loved to portray how billy bad-ass he was, he was a softie. He wanted someone. Hell, who wanted to be alone? Her guilt mixed with the sudden horniness from the weed had her sucking in a breath. “Erik?”

“It’s cool Ma. Don’t even trip about it.”

Y/N didn’t like the sad look in his eyes as he hit the blunt again. Passing it to her, her right hand cupped the side of his face, forcing him to look at her.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me what else is going on with you?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered as he mimicked her action, placing his own hand on her cheek.

I wanna kiss his ass so bad… Leaning into his touch, she bit back a moan when he removed his hand. Placing it back on her waist. His thick fingers tapping against her hip as he waist.

“I fucked around and found a gray hair the other day.”

Y/N snorted and patted his cheek attempting to lean back to fall out of his spell. The corner of Erik’s lips twitched for a second. His eyes glimmering and when her snorts turned into belly laughter, he licked his lips to stop the smile from forming.

“One gray hair and you’re questioning your mortality? Do you realize how much shit you do? I’m surprise you ain’t walking around here looking like Richard Gere.” She laughed some more, extremely aware that his thumb was sweeping back and forth on her back again. Her nipples went hard and inches from him.

“That’s not just its smartass.”

“Tell what then cause, the shit’s not adding up to me.”

He sucked in a breath and eyed her before he snatched the blunt. She thought he was just going to sit there and ignore her. “I’m getting older Y/N. I know I’m a fly ass nigga and I can pull all the bitches I want—”

Y/N frowned at him and he laughed.

“What? It’s true. But nah… I’m serious. All my dreams have come true. I’m in charge of the center. The couple of businesses I started are going good. I got homes in most cities. The second charity I started for foster kids is partnering with the Boys & Girls Club and ChildFund. It’s just all this running back-and-forth shit is getting old.”

She watched his face as his gaze fixed on a point on her wall.

“Shit gets lonely… One-night stands with random females is dead. I want more Y/N.”

Swallowing, she looked at the blunt and then him.

“Okay? So find get into a relationship.”

He still wants to find some other woman?

He laughed drily, “You not getting it, Ma.”

“I can’t read your mind.” Y/N snapped. Pissed that she misread the signs or was he just doing all that to tease her?

He was beating around the bush and shit. He just needed to come out and say whatever he meant. He didn’t want to be more than friends with her. The feelings were one-sided. Or worse, he had a new girl he was waiting to introduce her too?

The hand on the back of her neck tightened, and he pulled her forward, almost making her face connect with his.

“What I say about that attitude?”

“Spit whatever you gotta say out!”

“Fine. Marry me Y/N.”

Y/N went still.

Did I just hear him correctly?

Blinking slowly, she narrowed her eyes. His expression didn’t change, and she opened her mouth before shaking her head and laughed. “You fucking with me, right?”

“Do I look like I am?”

Did she hit her head or something and was dreaming all this up? Or worse, was she in a coma? How could her best friend just ask her to marry him like he was asking what she wanted from the gas station?

“Erik… Hol’ up. What? You want to marry me?”

Pushing herself from him, she needed space. She couldn’t think of being so close to him. Not with his hands on her, or his smell overwhelming her. “They put a crack in that weed you smoking?”

Marriage eventually… What about a little wining and dining first? What if they weren’t compatiable as lovers? What if this was just another on of his test?

“I don’t see what the issue is, Y/N.”

His ass set there all cool, feet still kicked up and blunt burning.

She ran a hand over her face. “You don’t see the issue? We’re… Just friends.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Y/N’s thoughts were swirling so quickly it was hard to follow. Erik Stevens. Had just proposed to her and said… They weren’t just friends?

This wasn’t how she wanted to get out of the friend-zone? Yes, he was touchy feely, and paid her rent and generally disliked all the guys she dated… But she wrote that off as just something he did because he never made a move on her. She used to imagine what would happen if he just woke up and saw her not as that girl from Chicago, but as a full-grown businesswoman she was.

Still, her heart was racing, and her hands trembled. Erik took another puff of his blunt as he watched her freak out, pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table before she stiffened and turned to him.

“I need a drink.”

Not waiting for his response, she rushed to her fridge, pulling out the imported red wine Erik brought for her from Paris. She found a wine glass and filled it to the top.

“Y/N, chill.” Erik stepped into the kitchen.

“I’m chill. I’m chill…” she nodded and down half the glass.

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, her hand shook holding, and she placed the other on it. Erik tilted his head before he took a step towards her, crowding her in.

“Can I get some space?”

“No.”

Y/N pouted and Erik grinned.

“Erik… I don’t believe you.” Don’t get my hopes up. She crossed her arms across her chest. How could he just randomly come out of the blue saying he wants to marry her? Was it a joke? It’s not funny.

“It’s the fucking truth.”

“The truth? Since when did you realize you wanted to marry me?”

“When I bumped into you at the convention.”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. What?

“T-the convention? That was six years ago! Do we look like we’re in some romance movie or some shit?”

“And? I already know you love me. So let’s cut the bullshit of denying what’s obvious.”

His nonchalant attitude was going to piss her off. If he knew that for all that time, why didn’t he say anything? Why did he keep dating all those girls? Why didn’t you tell him about your feelings, hm?

“Erik—”

“Shut up, cause you look like you about to pop a fucking blood vessel.”

She finished her glass of wine and popped the cork off the bottle and downing some more.

“You don’t think I notice how you look at me? Hell, just on the couch now? How you prefer to bring me along as your date for your job and shit, even when you had a nigga? I even peeped the jealousy shit Y/N. I waited for you to say some shit, but looks like I gotta be the one to do it. I’ll let you know why I love you…”

I’m coming Elizabeth!

Placing a hand on her chest, her eyes damn near fell out of her skull. He loved her? Shaking her head, this was a dream. Just a silly, silly dream. Erik Stevens didn’t just say he loved her and wanted to marry her from the moment he saw her.

“I don’t believe at that love at first sight shit… Lust? Hell yeah, but I dunno Y/N. There was something about you.”

Erik took another step forward, and she pressed farther into the cold counter.

“My foster mom told me when you know… You just know. It don’t have to be any debating or questionin’ of the situation. I had a gut feeling, but it wasn’t until we started talking, I knew that I couldn’t marry Shelley.”

“You told me Shelley broke up with you?” Y/N was still gripping the bottle and Erik closed in once again.

“We both knew what it was. I didn’t love her like that and she just wanted to say she fucked with me. I woulda been cool with it bein’ with her before you…

“Why?”

“Shit, who wants to be alone? Plus, T’Challa was in my ear to settle down after he married Nakia…”

It wasn’t making sense. Erik could have any woman he wanted. Why settle for a woman he knew wasn’t shit?

“Erik, I…”

He pressed closer, and now they were flushed chest to chest. The hand holding the bottle shook, and he reached for it, sitting it on the counter. Then, before she could react, he bent down, lifting her up by the ass onto the counter.

“Erik!”

“I ain’t never had someone just check up on me to see how I was. Or asked if I ate that day or getting enough rest. Definitely ain’t never had someone show up to my apartment with my favorite homecooked meals when I didn’t eat. I definitely didn’t think I would care about you ranting about some new bitch at your job you didn’t like or tell me how you embarrassed yourself again trying to learn the BART.”

Y/N was silent as Erik lifted a finger and trailed it down the side of her face.

“You force me to watch them cheesy ass chick flicks you like. Then I started to like how your eyes lit up when you saw me. Made a nigga feel special. Wanted for a change. Or how you like to tell them corny ass jokes—”

“My jokes are not corny.”

“Yes the fuck they are.”

She snorted. “You don’t have a sense of humor.”

“Let me be on my romantic shit right now. Can I?”

“Go right ahead.”

Rolling his eyes, he cleared his throat.

“I love your voice. Your laugh. The way you get weepy when those sad ass animal shelter commercials come on. Your soft on the outside but hard on the side, the opposite of me. You can be annoying as hell. Nosey at times. You say you only gonna take thirty minutes and then three hours go by—”

“I’ve worked on that.”

“After I left your ass and you had to huff it.”

“You are so fucking rude.”

Erik grinned, and those dimples popped out. Gahdamn!

“You’re nitpicky. Can’t let shit go if its not the way you order. You always trying to fix some shit when it ain’t got nothing to do with you. You play the savior too damn much and it always back fires on your ass in the end.”

He was right about that. You had too big of a heart and people took advantage.

“Yet you ain’t never jaded. Not like me. You still love and try again and again. You give because you want to and don’t expect anything in return. Even when you fail you don’t give up.”

Y/N’s heart was cracking and she blinked to stop from crying.

“It’s not just your body Ma. It’s what’s in here—” Erik tapped her the spot above her heart— “That’s what got me twisted. I don’t think even if I could live for fuckin’ ever I’ll stop discovering all the things I love about you Y/N. Its all these little things that have me thinkin’ why didn’t I claim yo ass sooner?”

Right there, that’s what she wanted to hear. Erik wanted her. He loved her.

“I don’t think I ever really loved anyone besides my mama—” His head dipped and Y/N places her hands on his chest. He grabbed it, intertwining their fingers. “I can’t stop fucking thinking about you, girl. Tonight I was drinking at the bar wanting you to be there next to me I hate that you datin’ these lame ass niggas. I thought about tellin you before but I ain’t wanna ruin what we have until I started to see the signs.”

“Me neither…” she said softly.

Erik breathes heavily. “I probably ain’t gonna be too good at love at first. I want you to bear with me, girl. I’m tired of being yo fuckin’ friend. I wanna be ya man. So go ‘head and say yes like I know you want to.”

Bitch! I’m about to fall the fuck out!

He placed his big hands on her hips pulling her so her crotch met his hard dick and she moaned.

Erik holds her gaze, and she looks to where Erik’s big hand has hers trapped. He places her hand on his heart and she feels the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart. She knew she wasn’t dreaming. This was real. Erik had finally confessed to feeling the same way and not just lust but love…

Of course, she loved Erik.

From his sarcastic ass remarks. How stubborn he was. How much he could be an asshole but it was soooo much more to him than that. Still… What if it didn’t work out? They might be dope friends but lovers? Her heart was breaking at the thought of loosing him.

He grumbled and said, “What you don’t think I’m sexy? I know yo ass think I’m sexy how hard you be starin’ a nigga down.”

“Of course I think you’re sexy.”

“Good, cause you sexy as hell. Especially now that you getting thick too Ma…” His other hand went around to grab at her ass, pulling her to the edge of the counter.

“Erik…”

“I can see it in your eyes. You want me. Say the words Ma. I’ll take care of you.”

Then he leaned forward, peppering soft kisses on her neck and she clutched at his broad shoulders as her eyes fluttering when his thick tongue began sucking on her spot. Y/N felt a jolt of electricity go through her stomach and down to her clit.

“I’m just scared.”

“Of what?”

Y/N hates how he has her stomach flip-flopping. She hates that he was able to manipulate her so easy and how confident his touches had her body responding to him. She hates he knows what to say to have her legs spreading open for him.

“Losing our friendship. What if it doesn’t work out…”

Erik pulled back. He didn’t smile before a stupid grin crossed his face. Cupping her face, he brings her forward, licking his lips, his eyes lowered. “You can’t lose me.”

“But Erik—”

He kissed her collarbone. Y/N’s eyes shutting as she tried to fight the feelings one last time. Love had found its way into her heart a long time ago. Erik was the definition of a good man. He wouldn’t hesitate to fuck a nigga up if need be, but in the same breath, could be as gentle as a butterfly.

Y/N wanted him to be her man. She couldn’t tolerate seeing another chick on his arm. Or wishing the dude she was with was him. She would have to take a plunge off the deep end and hope all ended well.

His thick lips trailed up her neck and she sighed. Grabbing his dreads, she tugged, bringing his attention to her. The look in their eyes told them what time it was.

Tugging him towards her, she kissed him hungrily. Barely able to breathe, his hands traveled down to her ass, squeezing tightly. Her lips part and his tongue enters her mouth. He tasted fucking amazing. A little bit like the weed they smoked and something else sweet.

Y/N ran her hands all over his chiseled chest, a moan erupting from her as he tilted his head, his teeth clamping on her bottom lip before he sucked it harshly. She couldn’t keep up with him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking hard as he squeezed her tits.

“Erik!”

He yanked her closer, slowly grinding his dick against her pussy. I better not cum from him grinding on me!

Skillfully, Erik pulled her top off. Her breast on full display, she his as his lips trailed down her chest and drew a hard nipple in his mouth. Her pussy began to throb and she let out a shaky breath. Somehow, he got her shorts off, leaving her in her lacy panties as he gave her body his undivided attention. Not wanting to be the only one naked, she tugged at Erik’s shirt, forcing him back it fell to the floor with her other clothing.

Y/N ran her hands all over him before placing loving kisses on his chest. Her other hand found his left nipple, pinching it slightly. He cursed, his head falling back as she trailed her kisses higher. Now it was Y/N’s turn to lick and suck on Erik’s neck.

“C’mon girl.”

Erik hauled her up in his arms and carrying her to her bedroom.

“You so silly!” She laughed as he dropped her on the bed and she bounced. Erik’s gaze zoned in at the way her legs splayed open. The panties she wore hide nothing. Her pussy was out and open. Damp with her arousal. The fabric was snug between her lips as her fingers trailed down her belly and rested right on her clit. Her own hand kneaded her breast and her eyes fluttered shut.

Y/N could have wept with joy when he got rid of his jeans and boxers. She knew from before, but being reacquainted with his thick, hard dick almost made her beg for it. He approached and covered her body with his, and their gazes met as he situated himself between her thighs.

Her hand reached down, cupping his dick. She licked his neck again as she stroked him up and down slowly, and Erik moaned loudly.

“Shit girl…”

Erik knocked her hand away, crawling up her body, his kneeled over her chest. Taking the base of his big dick, he tapped it on her lips a few times.

“C’mon open up.”

Y/N doesn’t hesitate to open her mouth and her tongue flutters against the thickness. Erick swears and grips her ponytail, guiding her. He didn’t wait for her to get used to his pace; he began thrusting into her mouth as if he was fucking her. Y/N whined as he hit the back of her throat several times, causing her to gag. That only turns Erik on more and he grinds his hips into Y/N’s mouth, sighing when he felt her throat flittering around his dick.

“Fuck you mouth feels so good, baby.”

Her eyes are brimming with tears as he pulls out, letting her catch her breath.

“Stick your tongue out.”

Sticking her tongue out, he slaps her tongue with it a few times before she manages to wiggle an arm out and hold his dick. Circling round and round she teases the head with her tongue, before dipping her tongue in his slit. Erik hisses and grabs her hair again but otherwise lets her do her thing.

Sucking him back into her mouth, her head bobs up and down in earnest, trying to show all the love she had for him. Drool escapes from the corner of her mouth and his dick and she feels Erik’s legs twitching.

“Damn, you really love me, huh? Mmm… Suckin’ the shit outta me.” He pushed her farther on his dick, her nose touching the soft tuff of his public hair.

Sweat breaks out on Y/N’s body.

It has to be the way Erik’s thrusting in her body and she grinding her needy pussy on her bedsheets. All she can do is moan as she deepthroats him, the vibrations causing Erik to shiver and she pops her mouth off, showing all the spit on his big dick. Y/N grabs his dicks and taps it on her tongue, “You gonna cum in my mouth baby? Please?”

“You a fuckin’ freak girl.”

He pushes his dick back in her back, making her gag. She determined to get every drop of nut out of this nigga. He owed her that much from over the years. His hand visibly shakes in her hair. Never in her life had she been this hungry for a man. She wanted everything she could get from him: his dick, cum, and heart.

Erik’s hand caressed her jaw as he continued to feed her dick, pushing in slow and steady, hitting the back of her throat.

“You’re too fuckin’ good at this. You look good with my dick in mouth.”

Y/N grabbed onto his thighs. Moaning and sucking eagerly and Erik’s hand tightens to the point of pain in her hair.

“Shit! Baby… I’m gonna cum—”

Erik flooded her mouth. His dick pulsed, hard and fast spurts in her mouth. It was too overwhelming, and his cum began spilling from the sides of her mouth as she struggled to swallow it.

“Goddamn…” Erik laughed and sat back. Y/N stuck her tongue out, showing him how his cum coated her mouth.

“Fuck, you better swallow it all. Don’t waste a drop. Didn’t know you were so freaky.”

Y/N was a good girl and did as he commanded. Erik pressed his naked body to hers. Forcing her arms above her head, she shuddered as she felt his still hard thick rub against her panty covered pussy. Her body felt over heated as kissed her. Not at all turned off by the taste of him on her tongue. Plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth, she whimpering as he stole the breath from her.

She gasped when he released her. Trailing kisses down her chest, she let her head drop back as he kissed her lower belly and her hips jerked upward.

“Damn baby, you so fuckin’ wet.”

“Cause of you—”

Pulling her panties to the side, he slides a finger inside her, making her whine once against. Curling his fingers, her hips jerked, and she had to stifle a scream when his tongue curled around her clit.

“Erik!”

It was too much. Too damn much. He was sucking the shit out of her down there like his life depended on in. Her hand landed on top of his head, making eye contact as he ate her pussy. She couldn’t stop her body from twisting and turning as he released her clit with a loud smack.

“Fuck… You eat me so good baby, so good!” Adding another finger curling, slurping loud he tugged her closer. Shuddering as he finger-fucked her harder. She was ruining her own sheets as her thighs were coated in her own sticky mess. Her body trembled and never in her life had she had a man go down on her like this.

Was this what those other bitches were getting?

She was so fucking mad at herself. She could have had this so much sooner.

“Oh, God.” She made eye contact with him again, and the intimacy of it had her submitting to the pleasure. Letting out a strangled noise as he pushed her thighs to her chest, she struggled to breathe and within second her she felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers.

Her world narrowed to a pinpoint as she felt Erik grip both of thighs pushing them up and out. She felt his dick pushing into her and she shifted, and his grip tightened on her.

“You better not fucking move.”

Y/N wasn’t so flexible so the position of her legs began to ache but he didn’t care. His expression shifted and hardened as his balls met her ass.

“You so fuckin’ tight baby. When was the last time you had a dick in you? Huh?”

Y/N panted not able to say that Braxton had fucked in the last six months. It didn’t matter when Erik retreated and thrust forward.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard.” She panted as her pussy fluttered around him.

“Say less.” He growled and pushed her legs back before thrusting into her, snatching all the air from her.

There was nothing sexier and filthy than looking down to see her panties pulled to the side and her cream all over the base of his dick. Erik didn’t stop fucking her harder and rougher. Never had she been fucked like this before. The noise of skin slapping had her dropping her head back and taking it.

“I shoulda been fuckin’ you sooner, Y/N. You so goddamn tight girl, fuck!”

Her breathing caught as her dick hit that spongey spot inside of her over and over again. Her legs tremble as her orgasm hit her unexpectedly. Erik’s thrust faltered for a second before he grunted, his fingers digging into her thighs, and he fucked her through it.

“Good girl.”

“Shit Erik, slow down. Fuck it’s t-too much.” Y/N press at his chest and he slapped her hands away. He doesn’t give a fuck, not at all when he folds her up even more.

Her knees pressing into her tits as he pressed deep. Her eyes rolled as he gyrated his hips, causing her to cream on his dick again.

“I thought you said to fuck you hard? Hm? Can’t take it? Don’t ask for shit you can’t handle.”

Her stomach bunched under his flexing hips. His face determined as tears brimmed her eyes, the overstimulation too much.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Y/N chants mindlessly as Erik leans forward, his hot mouth back on her neck. He moaned in her neck as she pressed her hands on his ass, needing more of him.

“I love making you feel good, baby.” Erik kissed her lips before he released her legs before sitting up.

Y/N seized the moment to catch a breath and wiggle the soreness out of her thighs. Erik turned her onto her stomach. Gripping her hips. He pressed her breast to the bed, before she felt his hands force her thighs open. She feels his fingers part her pussy, and he rubbed her sensitive clit; she flinched as he cooed at her.

“Easy baby.”

Then she hears Erik spit directly on her pussy. Moaning, before she feels him insert a finger in her asshole, causing her to squirm beneath him.

“Mmm, baby!” Y/N moved her hips, pressing her ass back on him she lets her head fall onto the bed. He presses back into her, driving impossibly deep, and she feels the shit in her heart.

Y/N is crying out, a shaking mess as he fucks her and fingers her ass.

She ain’t never had this happen to her before. Erik was turning her out.

Lifting her head, she could see their reflecting in her closet mirrors. The sight almost took her breath away. Her fucked out expression. Erik fucking her recklessly, his gaze focused on his dick entering and exiting her. Y/N shifted and he slapped her ass.

“Where you going? Open up that pussy.” He growled, forcing her arch deeper.

Y/N loved him manhandling her. She wasn’t sure how long they went at each other. When her pussy fluttering around him for her fourth orgasm of the evening. She heaves for air as Erik presses closer to her back, slick with sweat. His finger still in her ass as he stretched her brutally and his free hand grabs her by the ponytail pulling her head back.

“F-fuck Erik… Please, I c-can’t—”

His lips met hers, his tongue swallowing any of her protests as he slowed his thrust for a moment.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Hold on, I’m almost there.”

Y/N threw back her head, as his thumb rubbed her lips, smearing their spit in. A guttural groan left him and she clenched him hard. Now she began ramming her soft ass into his groin, forcing him deep. A mixture of their cum was streaming down her inner thighs as he heled her tighter, pounding harder and harder.

He reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as he sucked on her neck—

“Fuck!” they screamed in unsion.

Her mind went blank. She could feel Erik’s dick pulsating within her. Hissing as she clenched hard around him once again. She squeezed her eyes shut as Erik released her and she fell forward. Intoxicated by the pleasure.

She feels his cum dripping from her pussy. It’s a beautiful sight, her pink and brown fold covered in both their cum. Leaning forward, he stroked his dick, jerking as a few spurts of cum landed on her pussy and using this dick he smeared it in. Feeling himself harden up once again.

He collapsed next to her on his back, a grin on his face as he turned to her.

“Damn baby. I’m really in love with you now.”

Y/N lifts her head and turns to him, sticking out her tongue. “Don’t be a jerk.”

He wraps his arm around her, spooning as they face her window overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. He places kisses on her shoulder and she giggled and squirm.

The way Erik held her…. She could feel the passion. He needed her and God, did she need him. As she leaned back to place at him. There was a happiness in his eyes and she knew that at that moment she would take the risk. He placed another kiss on her shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down her side and she not only felt proud she earned him, be he to her.

He was the man for her.

She wanted to memorialize this moment, leaning forward to kiss him again. He smirked.

“I’m expecting any other lame as niggas you got in rotation to kick rocks.”

Laughing, she shook her head. “I don’t have any.”

“Good. No one else for you. Right?”

“No one else but you.”

He kissed her.

“Now tell your mama church boy can go fuck himself.”

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