A/N:Just a little something I wrote at 4am. Sorry for any mistakes or formatting issues, I wrote this on the mobile app. Based on “Kevin’s Heart” by J. Cole
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“Where you going, Daddy?”
Erik paused lacing up his shoes to look at the girl in bed across the room. Her hair was a tangled mess from their last animalistic session together along with her passing out right after. He’d thought she was asleep, giving him opportunity to sneak out without any resistance on her part but he could see it wouldn’t be that easy.
“I’m taking off,” he stood, feeling he didn’t really owe her any further explanation. She wasn’t his girl. And that was the problem. His girl would never question him because she trusted him. And wrongfully so.
“When can I see you again?” She pouted. Erik shrugged and slammed the door. He had to get out of there ASAP. The guilt was started to set in as it always does. Different hoe, different day but it was still the same shit every time.
He’d never pegged himself as the unfaithful type. But then again no woman ever managed to pin him down like you did. He’d never loved anyone or anything the way he loved you. Every little thing you did warmed his heart and mesmerized him. He’d thought it would eventually wear off after he’d got between your legs a couple of times and gotten his fill of you. But it never did. Two years later he was still just as smitten with you as he’d been the moment he first laid eyes on you. And that didn’t sit well with Erik.
The thought of anybody having that much of a hold on his heart scared him. He knew all too well how cruel the world could be and the fact that you could shatter him to pieces in a moments notice was terrifying to him. And Erik was rarely afraid of anything.
So he decided to protect himself the best way he knew how, which was hurt you before you could hurt him. He knew it was selfish and inane but he figured if he slept around with other women, it would somewhat loosen the hold you had on him. It never did. If anything, it only served to deepen the feeling of worthlessness that lingered in the back of his mind, propelling the fear that one day you’d ‘wake up’ from your oblivious nature and leave after seeing him for what he truly was.
So he resided to having his ego (among other things) stroked by random girls willing to do anything for a ounce of his affection. They meant nothing to him and he knew it, serving as little more than a distraction from the ever growing conflict within himself.
When he finally made it home, you were already fast asleep, the enormous California King bed nearly swallowing your form. If it weren’t for your head peaking out from the covers, he’d never know you were there. When you slept, you were deathly silent, your breathing nearly undetectable. You also had the habit of curling into a tight ball, taking up as little space as possible. When you two first started off, your sleeping patterns disturbed Erik, prompting him to constantly check on you throughout the night to make sure you were still alive. Even now, years later he was uncomfortable coming home to such a stillness.
He kicked off his shoes and gently climbed into bed, wrapping an arm around your soft middle, bringing you flush against his chest. He felt your hand twitch before you turned around in his arms, eyes fluttering with sleep. You smiled up at him before bringing a hand to the nape of his neck.
Erik felt his heart clench at the gesture, staring down at your loving expression while feeling nothing but shame. He didn’t deserve you and he never would. You were so soft and patient with him. Made him feel special, strong, wanted, needed…
Needed….
He hated to admit it but he needed you. You kept him grounded. Kept him from being so reckless. The path he was headed down before he met you was one that could only lead to his early grave. Though he’d yet to give up his militaristic ways altogether, you’d calmed him down considerably. He needed you in his life to lean on.
And Erik hated needing people. He’d never needed anyone in his life before you and he would do anything to keep it that way. Even if that meant breaking your heart by stepping out.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you in closer to him to break the gaze between you two. He couldn’t take it. Whenever your big brown eyes fell upon him, it always felt as if you were seeing straight through him like glass and suddenly all his emotions would become transparent.
“Go back to sleep, princess,” Erik whispered, but she was already drifting off in his arms. He wanted to join you but he knew he’d be up all night.
How could he sleep at night knowing he was willfully cheating on the love of his life. The answer was simple.
He didn’t.
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A/N: I’m going to go ahead and tag some people but since I’m on mobile it’ll be my old tag list from my draft so sorry if I forgot to include you or I included you and you wished to be removed from the list.
Laughter echoed through the air, being carried off with the gentle breeze that passed by. The full moon and few stars in the sky illuminated the backyard as its occupants enjoyed the small party. A couple handfuls of people were vibing to the mellow music that filled the air, dancing along to the words of the whatever artist played as the designated amateur DJ for the night played songs from his phone on the loud speaker. Late 2000’s rap and 90’s R&B were the genres, give or take a few recent tracks, were the only songs tolerated.
Y/N swayed her hips to the current song, dancing on her best friend. Her hands tugged at her short dress as she bounced her ass, the birthday bitch sash around her bounced with her movements. A couple ’fuck it up’s and ’get it bitch’s were thrown her way as she finally let loose. The straight shots of New Amsterdam from moments before were starting to settle in her system.
Everyone around her was almost as tipsy as her, or high as a kite. Either way, she was enjoying them. They came for her and she appreciated it. As the song finished, she fanned herself and dismissed herself from her group to grab another drink.
Breezing past the guests, she made her way inside the house. No one occupied the kitchen and she was a bit thankful. She had the AC all to herself.
Grabbing a red solo from the countertop, she glanced over the couple bottles of alcohol on the table. The bottle she chose was almost gone. They liked vodka too. Deciding on mixing it with her cranberry juice, she leaned against the counter after finding a straw.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N..”
Looking up towards the baritone voice, she muttered an automatic thank you. She had been saying it all day so it came naturally. But when she met his smirk, she was thankful for her dark skin hiding her blush.
“Erik? I, uh.. didn’t know you were gonna come..”
A smile spread her lips as he took in her appearance. She placed her cup on the counter, trying to hide her fidgeting fingers. Her bottom lip, instinctively, tucked between her teeth as he walked around the large island to her.
“Yeah. I couldn’t miss your party, baby girl.. & You even wearing my favorite color. Looking beautiful as always.” He grinned, showing his deepened dimples. She giggled, breaking eye contact to look down. The large pink gift bag finally caught her eye, and she looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. Chuckling, he held it out to her.
She took it, thanking him before she placed it on an empty space on the counter. He watched her as she took out the silver tissue paper. Dipping her hand into the bag, she gave him another glance at what she felt. He wiggled his eyebrows as she pulled out two shoe boxes, along with the rectangle jewelry box taped on top.
“Erikkk. You didn’t have to do all this..” Her eyes lit up as she eyed the expensive heels. Smiling, she noticed that he was paying attention to her the night she rambled on about wanting the limited edition heels. She moved onto the jewelry box, wondering what it held. A gasp escaped her lips as she caught sight of the gold chain. It glinted in the light, just as the one on his neck did. She squealed, doing a little dance as she ran her nails over the expensive neck wear.
Erik placed the chain around her neck, smiling as she kept touching it. She turned to him, letting him see it. He smiled big, flashing the glint of gold in his mouth.
“Ohhh, I get a card too?” She grinned as she noticed the pink envelope. Her name was written cursive in blue ink. A small frown set on her lips as he took it from her. Shaking his head, he told her that she couldn’t open until she was alone, after the party was over. Rolling her eyes, she obeyed his demand.
“What I tell you about rolling your eyes at me, baby girl? You need a reminder?” His voice lowered as he held up her chin. It had slipped her mind. She had no choice but to look at his handsome face. Her gaze roam over his smooth skin and plump lips. The reminder of the not-so-threatening threat he’d once promised sent a chill down her spine.
“Keep playing with me, and I’ll give them a damn good reason to roll..” He chuckled as he seen her eyes cloud with lust. Their bodies managed to pull closer as he admired her. Her hands rested on his toned arms, his resting on her wide hips.
“I don’t know. Do I?” She fluttered her lashes slowly, biting her plump bottom lip that shined with gloss. He could feel her breathing slow, her body melting against his. Sparks were evident. That made him smile, she felt it too. The heat. The want. The need. All those years as friends and he was ready to risk it.
But he wouldn’t. Not just yet.
“Come on, baby girl. That party out there is for you and you’re missing it.” He smirked, stepping from her. Her shoulders dropped as she watched him give her a wink. She felt her body yearning for him, hoping he’d give her lips the attention they craved. But he disappeared out the back door, escaping into the party.
The same party she’d forgotten was going on. The same party that had faded to the background as soon as he spoke. The same party she’d skip out on if he wanted whisk her away. And she’d go, willingly.
Without a doubt..
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The soles of her slides met the welcome mat of his home. Y/N hesitated as she eyed the smooth wood of the large front door. Her gaze moved down to her toes as she wiggled them, using the focus on her fresh white nail color as a distraction. It’s just Erik. Why am I so nervous?
Though she was right about it just being Erik, this was Erik in a whole new light. He wasn’t the same guy that kept her entertained at work. The one who joked with her on their lunch break, making her laugh until she teared up. The one who chilled over her house some nights, just because, claiming that he liked being around her. Erik, her best friend. This would Erik, her lover.
A nervousness surrounded her, fight or flight response on high alert. She couldn’t bring herself to knock, a task so simple yet so hard. What if he changed his mind? What if he didn’t actually want her, and he was just confused? Her fingers toyed with the single golden key in her hands, once taped to the special card he gifted her. The last few words of his letter echoed in her mind.
This key is to my home and my heart, it’s up to you to use it.. Will you?
Y/N grinned at the thought, rubbing her thumb over the metal key. It wouldn’t hurt to try. Stepping closer to the door, she pushed the key into the hole and twisted it. The door opened with ease before she slipped into the quiet home. Closing the door behind her, she placed her hand against the door to close it gently.
“You came.. I didn’t know if you actually would.” The masculine voice frightened her. Her shoulders tensed as she spun to him. He chuckled, mumbling a ’sorry’ before he stood from his seat on the steps. A single rose twirled between his index finger and thumb. She glanced at it as he held it out to her, gently taking it from him.
Her gaze drifted over his frame. He was dressed differently from his earlier attire. More relaxed. His pants were dressy and his white button up exposed his ribbed chest. A hushed thank you pushed past her lips.
“I was a little hesitant at first, but what happened in the kitchen kept replaying in my mind. That spark, what could’ve happened.. would’ve happened..” She trailed off, looking down at the rose. Her body tingled at the memory. His body close to hers, and those strong hands on her waist. Biting her lip, she finally looked up to meet his gaze. Erik smiled, stepping closer to her. His hands found their place on her hips once again as he looked down at her.
“I swear I’m in love with you..” His voice was lower, almost a growl. The distance between their lips was dangerously close. That spark started again, igniting a yearning burn in her body. Just kiss me. The words screamed out in her mind, hoping he’d stop his teasing. When a moment passed, she got tired of waiting. She’d do what he was afraid to. She gripped his shirt in her hands, pulling him down to meet her lips.
Taken by surprise, Erik slipped his hands to her ass. His fingers squeezed lightly as he groaned into her mouth. It was so sudden, but he didn’t mind it. A welcomed surprise to him. Their lips danced in sync, both of them fighting for dominance.
Giving in, Y/N moaned as he massaged her round backside through her sundress. She cursed as his lips left hers to trail down her neck. He tapped her thigh twice, giving her a silent demand. Obeying, she jumped up to wrap her legs around him. Her dress rose to expose her thighs, leaving her ruined panties to press against his bulge.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that..”
She giggled as her nails gently grazed the back of his neck, smiling as he pulled his lips away. He looked at her in a daze, lust in his gaze. All the times he pictured this happening, and it finally was reality. The dinner for two that sat prepared in the dining room could wait.
“You have no idea, baby girl..” He groaned, slipping a past the wet fabric of her panties. His fingers trailed along her moistened slit, collecting her glaze. She was soaking his fingers, moaning out at his touch. Her slick dripped onto his hand as she ground onto into his fingers.
Just as her body was warming up to his fingers, they were gone. She pouted, watching him taste his fingers. His teasing was aggravating and she wanted him. Needed him. Her clit throbbed as she watched him bite his lips.
Y/N pressed her soft lips against his, adding tongue to keep him engaged. Their tongues wrestled as she worked to free his trapped erection. Her fingers brushed his sensitive appendage, releasing him from the safety of his boxers.
Slow, deliberate strokes had him moaning into the crook of her neck. He held them up with one hand against the wall. The soothing hand stroking his length has his attention. As she paid special attention to his throbbing tip, he couldn’t help but curse lowly. She massaged her clit with him, hoping to ease it’s throbbing. His hips gave a few weak thrusts, yearning to enter her warm waters.
A smile graced her lips as he hummed another ’I love you’. His eyes were closed as he indulged in her wetness coating his tip. She licked her lips, focusing on the steady rhythm she attained while massaging him against her. Those plump lips of his were parted, allowing his growls to escape. His hips jerked again.
“If you want this pussy, I need to hear you beg daddy..” She purred, nibbling on his earlobe. Her voice had lowered to a seductive tone. It was her turn to tease. He mumbled his plea as she brushed her thumb across his slit. A low hiss met the action before he repeated himself, making her chuckle. Her teasing continued as she voiced, ’I can’t hear you, baby’.
To motivate him, she began her assault on his neck. She moaned against his skin, continuing to massage his slit with her thumb. Her tongue danced along his sweet skin. The taste made her wetter, sending a chill down her spine. She blew a cool stream of air against the wet skin, feeling his grip around her waist tighten.
“Please, baby. Daddy needs you.. Fuck, I need you..” He pleaded, his pre-cum wetting his thick head. Satisfied, Y/N slipped him into her with ease. Her walls squeezed him as he groaned out. She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Erik was thick, curving to the right a bit. The perfect fit.
His strokes were powerful, each one held a purpose. He growled his desires into her ear, praising her with compliments. She cursed loudly, listening to him along with the sloshing of her pussy.
“That pussy talking to me now, huh..” He teased, smacking her ass. The taunting only intensified her senses. His lips latched to one of her nipples, making her thighs shiver. She could only moan in response, her body trying to hold her release. She wasn’t supposed to cum so soon, so hard.
Erik grunted as she squeezed around him, trying to slow him down. She wanted to win bragging rights, have him cumming before she did. But she knew she was losing, the longer her fucked her. Her body was starting to betray her, her thighs shaking. And when spilled over him, his smirk let her know that she would without a doubt sleep like a baby when they were done.
