A Night to Remember

WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, oral sex, dirty talk, etc.

PAIRINGS: Micheal B. Jordan x Black OC

SYNOPSIS: On the night Michael wins Best Actor at the Oscars for Sinners, the celebration doesn’t end on the red carpet or at the glamorous after-parties. When he finally makes it home to his wife Y/N, what starts as a simple night of pride turns into something far more intimate.

This is a long one, enjoy 😉

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The sleek black Escalade glided through the LA streets toward the Dolby Theatre, the city lights streaking past like golden ribbons. Michael sat in the back row, thigh pressed against Y/N’s, his custom black military styled tux impeccable except for one telltale sign. His right knee bouncing like it had its own nervous rhythm.

In the middle row his mom was quietly humming an old tune smoothing the edge of her elegant crimson skirt. His dad sat beside her, one hand resting on her knee and the other tapping the armrest in time with Michael’s bounce. Up front, his sister and brother were scrolling through the live red-carpet feed on their phones whispering predictions and cracking jokes to keep the energy light.

Y/N felt the vibration of Michael’s leg against hers. She glanced sideways. His jaw was set and his eyes were fixed on the window, but she could see the faint pulse jumping in his temple.

She reached over without a word, sliding her hand over his, fingers threading through his until their wedding bands clicked softly together. The bouncing stopped almost instantly.

He exhaled through his nose.

“You okay?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he answered too quickly flashing a smile. “I’m good, baby.”

Y/N tilted her head studying him the way only she could.

“Michael,” she said again, softer this time, squeezing his hand. “Talk to me.”

He looked down at their joined fingers thumb brushing over her knuckles once, twice.

“I’m… a little nervous,” he admitted finally almost embarrassed. “This ain’t just another award show. This feels… different. Like everything we’ve been building toward is right there.” He gave a small laugh. “And what if I trip on the stairs or forget half my speech?”

Y/N’s heart jumped. She lifted his hand to her lips pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“You won’t trip,” she said firmly. “And if you forget a word, the whole world already knows what’s in your heart. You’ve got this, babe. And even if the envelope says someone else’s name tonight…” She leaned in closer, forehead brushing his. “You’re still coming home with me. Still my Oscar-winning man in every way that matters.”

Michael’s eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little . He turned his head studying her face like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Thank you,” he stated.

Then he closed the small distance between them and kissed her. His free hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he pulled back.

“Love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“Love you more,” she whispered back.

The light turned green. The Escalade rolled forward again carrying them closer to the Dolby’s red carpet. The flashing lights were already visible in the distance. Michael’s knee stayed still now with his hand still locked in hers.

The Escalade eased to a smooth stop at the edge of the Dolby Theatre’s red carpet. Thousands of voices layered over the constant pop of flashlights and music pulsing from hidden speakers. A handler in a crisp black suit opened the door.

Michael’s parents stepped out first. His mom emerged waving modestly to the crowd as Micheal’s dad followed close behind, hand protective on her lower back. Jamila and Khalid came next.

The door stayed open. Michael took a slow breath, squeezed Y/N’s hand one last time, then slid out of the car. He turned immediately offering both hands to help her. She stepped down carefully in her heels. As soon as her feet hit the carpet he pulled her close before lacing their fingers again and stepping forward together.

The second they crossed onto the carpet the volume doubled. “Michael! Michael B. Jordan!” “Over here, Mike!” “You got this tonight!” Screams rolled in waves and cameras flashing so fast it looked like lightning. He kept his smile visible, but Y/N felt the slight tighten of his grip on her hand.

His assistant appeared at their side almost instantly. “You’re up first solo shots, then family, then couple,” she said.

Michael nodded before glancing at Y/N. “You good, baby?”

She squeezed his hand back. “I’m perfect. Don’t worry about me, this is your night. Go shine.”

He searched her eyes for a second before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her temple before letting go. The photographers went wild at the small gesture.

He stepped into the solo line first posing with that effortless charisma, the tailored suit hugging every line of him. The crowd chanted his name louder. Then he waved his family over all of them beaming as shutters clicked in a frenzy.

Finally Michael reached back for Y/N. She stepped into frame beside him, his arm sliding around her waist pulling her against his side. They posed with him looking down at her with that smile only she ever got to see, her gazing up like he was the only person in the world. The flashes felt endless.

While Michael did one last round of solo shots, Y/N hung back near the velvet rope. His assitant appeared at her elbow.

“ET wants a quick word with you,” She said already steering Y/N gently toward a small interview setup just off the main carpet. “They’re asking for the wife’s perspective. You got this?”

Y/N’s stomach flipped, but she nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

The ET correspondent was warm, mic already live. “Y/N Jordan, hi! Michael’s big night, how proud are you right now?”

Y/N smiled. “Beyond proud. He’s poured everything into Sinners and all of his work. Seeing him here, nominated for Best Actor… it’s surreal. He deserves every bit of this.”

“And how are you feeling about the possibility of him winning tonight?” the interviewer pressed, camera tight on her face.

“Honestly? I’m just happy he’s getting recognized for the artist he is. Win or not, he’s already won in my book. But yeah, I’m rooting hard for that gold statue to come home with us.”

The questions were quick and kind. Before Y/N could overthink it his assistant swooped back in. “Sorry, we’ve gotta move, we’re already running behind.”

Y/N thanked the interviewer and let his assistant guide her back through the crowd. She found Michael again near the theater entrance still posing but looking a little more tense now that the initial rush had settled. His smile was still there, but she knew him too well.

She slipped up beside him, sliding her hand into his again. He turned immediately, relief flickering across his face.

“Babe, you ok?” she asked softly.

He exhaled, thumb brushing her wrist. “Yeah. Just… it’s real now.”

Y/N leaned in, her body angled for the cameras while her lips brushed his ear.

“Win or lose, you’re getting some tonight. You smell and look good as fuck in that tux. Been wet all night just watching you.”

Michael’s grip flexed hard on her hand before he eased it back for the flashes around them. His eyes darkened instantly.

He dipped his head, lips grazing her temple on the way to her ear.

“Keep talking like that, baby, and I’m dragging you to the nearest bathroom right now. Fuck the ceremony.”

She let the tiniest smirk ghost across her lips all innocence for the photographers still snapping away.

The roar of the red carpet began to fade as they approached the grand entrance of the Dolby Theatre. Security parted the velvet ropes and his assistant fell behind them tablet glowing in her hand.

She leaned in close to Michael and Y/N. “Quick heads-up, seating’s tight tonight. Unfortunately, only one plus-one can sit with you in the nominee section. The rest of the family will be in the section right behind.”

Michael’s brow furrowed for a split second, but before he could respond Y/N spoke up immediately.

“Mrs. Donna should sit with him,” she said turning to his mom with a soft smile. “This is your baby’s moment. You deserve to be right there beside him.”

Donna Jordan shook her head gently. She reached out and took Y/N’s hands in both of hers.

“No, sweetheart,” she said. “This is y’all’s night. You’ve been holding him down through everything. You sit with my boy. I’ve been to plenty of these award shows over the years, I know how they go. And I’m sure this won’t be Michael’s last one. Not by a long shot.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, but she managed a small laugh. “You sure?”

“I’m positive.” Donna pulled her into a tight hug, one hand smoothing down Y/N’s back like she was comforting her own daughter. “You’re family. Go be with your husband.”

Y/N hugged her back just as fiercely breathing in the faint scent of Donna’s sweet perfume.

Michael watched the whole exchange standing just a step away. His two favorite women in the world wrapped up in each other loving on one another without a hint of competition, just pure support. It hit him square in the chest melting away another layer of the night’s nerves. His eyes glistened before he blinked it back, jaw working as he swallowed hard.

Donna patted Micheal’s cheek. “Go on now. We’ll be right behind you cheering the loudest.”

Y/N slipped her hand back into Michael’s lacing their fingers tight. He gave her hand a squeeze then nodded toward the open doors.

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The golden glow of the Dolby Theatre auditorium wrapped around them as Michael and Y/N stepped inside, ushers guiding them down the wide aisle toward the front row. There was soft orchestral music drifting and celebrities murmuring greetings. Heads turned as they passed. A few quiet claps and “Congrats, Mike” whispers followed.

They reached their row near the front. Michael’s family had already settled in the seats in the section behind. Donna was waving with a proud smile, Micheal’s dad gave them a thumbs-up, and Jamila and Khalid were snapping discreet photos for the family group chat.

Zinzi Coogler spotted them first. She stood up from her seat a few rows over and hurried over with Ryan right behind her. Ryan’s tux was sharp, his energy calm but buzzing with the same mix of pride and nerves Michael carried.

“Man,” Ryan said, pulling Michael into a firm dap-hug. “You made it. We made it.”

Michael grinned clapping Ryan on the back. “Couldn’t have done it without you, bro.”

Zinzi hugged Y/N tight then stepped back to look at her. “Girl, you are glowing tonight. That dress? Fire.”

Y/N laughed softly. “Coming from you? Thank you. You look incredible.”

Ryan leaned in. “Y’all ready for this? They’re saying it’s neck-and-neck, but I got a good feeling.”

Michael exhaled glancing at Y/N. “We’re ready. Or as ready as we’re gonna get.”

The conversation drew a small cluster of familiar faces from nearby seats. Miles Caton approached first.

“Mike! Y/N!” He dapped Michael up then gave Y/N a respectful side hug. “This is wild, right?

Michael studied him for a second, then leaned in a little. “Yeah, it is. You good though? They got you performing tonight. You ready for that stage?”

Miles rubbed the back of his neck. “Nervous as hell, honestly. Ryan’s been texting me all week like ‘you got it,’ but… damn, that’s a lot of eyes.”

“You got the voice and the soul for it,” Michael said clapping him on the shoulder. “Just breathe. You’ll kill it.”

Miles nodded, exhaling. “Appreciate that, man. Means a lot.”

Delroy Lindo drifted over next. He shook Michael’s hand with both of his. “Proud of you, man. Whatever happens up there, you carried this film.” Then to Y/N with a nod, “And you, keeping him grounded like always. Good to see you both.”

Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Delroy. Means everything.”

Wunmi Mosaku and her husband joined last. Wunmi moved carefully, her emerald gown beautifully tailored around her very pregnant belly with her husband’s hand at her lower back. She hugged Michael first, then Y/N lingering a second longer.

“You two are glowing,” Wunmi said softly. “Michael, we’re rooting hard for you tonight.”

Her husband gave Michael a solid handshake. “Big respect, bro. You earned this.”

Y/N’s gaze dropped to Wunmi’s bump. She reached out gently, palm resting lightly on the curve for a moment. “How you holding up, mama? You look absolutely radiant.”

Wunmi laughed quietly covering Y/N’s hand with hers. “Kicking like crazy, feels like this one wants to watch the show too. But I’m good. Just happy to be here.”

Y/N gave a soft squeeze before pulling back. “You’re gonna be the most amazing mom. Again.”

The small circle broke up naturally as ushers began motioning people toward seats, the house lights flickering once in polite warning that the pre-show countdown was about to start.

Y/N slid into the seat beside Michael, their thighs brushing as they settled in. She smoothed her gown over her lap with a slow exhale.

Michael caught the gesture. His eyes flicked down, then up to her face.

“You ok?” he asked under his breath.

She turned to him a small smile tugging her lips. “Better than ok.”

He laced their fingers together on the armrest between them, thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles. The orchestra swelled into the opening fanfare. The lights dimmed further. The show was about to begin.

The show unfolded around them in waves of applause, laughter from the host’s jokes, and the occasional swell of music. But her focus narrowed to a pinpoint.

The ticking clock toward the Best Actor category.

Her stomach bubbled with anticipation, a low constant churn that made it hard to sit still. Every time the envelope was opened for another award she felt the tension coil tighter in her chest. She was already nervous for Michael but watching the results roll in only amplified it.

When Wunmi’s category came up, Y/N squeezed Michael’s hand without thinking. The presenter read the winner’s name, and it wasn’t Wunmi. Y/N’s jaw tightened. A flicker of anger sparked low in her gut, not at the winner, but at the machine of it all. If they could overlook Wunmi after the unforgettable work she had done, what chance did Michael really have?

Then Delroy’s category flashed on the massive screen. Same story. Another name called, another round of polite applause while Delroy sat tall, expression unreadable. Y/N exhaled sharply through her nose, a quiet frustrated sound only Michael would catch. He gave her fingers a small squeeze, thumb brushing her skin in silent acknowledgment. She leaned her head against his shoulder for a second trying to breathe through the rising worry. If the Academy was playing these games with legends like Delroy and rising powerhouses like Wunmi, what would they do to her husband? The thought gnawed at her.

It wasn’t until the Original Score category that the knot in her stomach loosened just a fraction. Ludwig’s name was announced, and the theater erupted. Ludwig stood, beaming and hugging the cast before heading to the stage. Y/N let out a relieved breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Then, Ryan won best screenplay. His win felt like a small victory for the whole Sinners family.

Like proof that the film wasn’t being shut out entirely.

Michael’s shoulders eased beside her. He clapped hard and gave genuine grin for the first time in minutes.

Then the lights shifted, the stage transformed, and Miles Caton was introduced. The young actor stepped out under the spotlight, guitar in hand, voice steady despite the nerves Y/N knew he must be feeling. For those few minutes, the auditorium faded. She felt like she was in the theater watching the montage scene for the first time again.

She felt tears prick her eyes, not from nerves this time, but from the sheer beauty of it. Michael’s thumb kept tracing slow circles on her hand, but his gaze was locked on the stage too with pride and something deeper written across his face.

The performance ended on that final, lingering note, and the theater erupted again. The standing ovation rolled through the rows like a wave that refused to break.

Y/N exhaled shakily, clapping until her hands stung before finally let them drop to her lap. The nerves that had receded during Miles’ song came rushing back in the sudden quiet. Her stomach twisted again. Beside her, Michael let out a low breath and squeezed her hand once before loosening his grip.

During the break he leaned in close, voice pitched low so only she could hear over the murmur of the crowd and the distant chatter of other nominees.

“Still breathing over there?” he whispered, thumb brushing the inside of her wrist.

She managed a small laugh. “Ask me that again after Best Actor.”

He studied her face. “You’re shaking, baby.”

“Am not,” she lied, even as her free hand trembled slightly against her thigh.

Michael lifted their joined hands to his lips pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. “Whatever happens up there… we walk out of here the same way we walked in. Together. You and me.”

Y/N swallowed, nodding. “I know. I just… I want this for you so bad.”

“I know you do.” He leaned his forehead against hers for a second breathing her in. “Love you for that. For everything.”

“Love you more,” she whispered back.

The red light on the camera rig blinked off which meant commercial break over. The host returned to the stage and the show rolled on.

A few minutes later, Best Cinematography flashed on the screen. The presenter read the nominees and the clips came rolling in. The winner was announced and Autumn name rang out clear as the theater cheered warmly. Autumn stood accepting hugs from her team before heading to the stage. Y/N clapped hard, genuine pride cutting through her anxiety. Another win for the film. Another crack of light.

Michael’s smile was small but real as he applauded. “That’s my girl,” he said under his breath.

Then the lights shifted again. The announcer stepped forward, envelope in hand.

“And now… the Academy Award for Best Actor in a Leading Role.”

Y/N’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought the people around her could hear it. The massive screen above filled with the playback montage of Micheal acting as the Smokestack twins. Clips of the other nominees followed, but Y/N barely registered them. Her vision tunneled to Michael on screen then back to the real man beside her.

She was trying so hard to keep it together. Chin up, breathing steady, smile fixed like she had practiced in the mirror a hundred times. But inside she felt like she might be sick. Nausea rolled in waves as her legs were trembling under the gown. She squeezed Michael’s hand, a silent I’m here, I’m here.

The presenter smiled into the camera. “And the Oscar goes to…”

The envelope tore.

“…Michael B. Jordan, for Sinners.”

The theater exploded.

Y/N jumped up instantly, a raw sob tearing out of her as tears streamed down her face. Pure joy crashed through her. Her man had won. An Oscar. Right there.

Michael stood slowly, eyes wide like he couldn’t quite process it. Then he turned to her.

Y/N launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as he caught her pulling her in hard. Their lips met in a deep kiss. The crowd around them cheered louder, but for those few seconds it was just them.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. “We did it, baby.”

“You did it,” she choked out, laughing through the tears. “Go get it, babe.”

Michael nodded, kissed her once more then turned. Ryan was already on his feet, grinning wide as he pulled Michael into a tight hug. Delroy was next wrapping Michael in a firm hug and murmuring something low in his ear.

Michael stepped onto the stage amid thunderous applause, the gold Oscar clutched firmly in one hand as he made his way to the microphone. The Dolby Theatre was on its feet and cheers echoing off the walls. He stood there for a moment, eyes scanning the room. Then his gaze found Y/N, still standing near their seats with tears streaming freely down her face.

He exhaled a shaky laugh into the mic.

“God is good. God is good.”

The crowd quieted just enough for his voice to carry.

“Yo, Mama… thank you. For everything. For raising me right, for believing in me when nobody else did, for every prayer, every sacrifice. I love you more than you know. Pops—hey, Dad, where you at? You came all the way from Ghana to be here tonight. Thank you for showing me what strength and love look like. My sister Jamila, my brother Khalid… y’all been riding with me since day one. Through the highs, the lows, the long nights. I wouldn’t be standing here without my family holding me up. I love y’all.”

He paused, letting the words settle, then continued.

“I want to thank Warner Brothers. I want to thank Mike and Pam for believing in this dream, this vision of Ryan Coogler, and betting on a culture and betting on original ideas and original artistry. Ryan, you’re an amazing, amazing person. I’m so honored to call you a collaborator and a friend. You gave me the opportunity and space for me to be seen, and I love you, too, bro. Love you to death.”

He glanced down at the Oscar, then back out.

“I stand here because of the people that came before me; Sidney Poitier, Denzel Washington, Halle Berry, Jamie Foxx, Forest Whitaker, Will Smith. To be amongst those giants, amongst those greats, amongst my ancestors, amongst my guys… thank you.”

His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed through.

“Thank you everybody in this room and everybody at home for supporting me over my career. I feel it. I know you guys want me to do well, and I wanna do that because you guys bet on me. So thank you for betting on me, and I’m gonna keep stepping up, and I’m gonna keep being the best version of myself I can be.”

He took a breath, eyes finding Y/N again across the sea of faces. A private smile curved his lips meant only for her.

“And to my wife, Y/N… baby, you’ve been my rock through every doubt, every long night, every win and every loss before this one even happened. You believed in me when I didn’t always believe in myself. Your love, your strength, the way you hold me down… that’s what carried me here. I love you more than words can say. This is ours, forever.”

He lifted the Oscar slightly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The orchestra began its gentle cue as the applause swelled again. Michael stepped back from the mic eyes glistening, and made his way offstage with Oscar in hand and heart full.

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The night had been a beautiful blur. After the Oscars ceremony ended, Michael and Y/N first stopped at the Vanity Fair Oscar after-party. The place was packed and loud with bright lights and people constantly coming up to congratulate Michael. He carried the Oscar casually in one hand, smiling and dapping folks up while trays of food and champagne moved through the crowd. They posed for a few photos together, his arm around her waist.

Later they headed to the Gold Party, Beyoncé and Jay-Z’s exclusive after-after-party. It was more intimate than Vanity Fair which made everything feel even more special.

They arrived around 1:45 a.m. and spent the first twenty minutes mingling. Michael got pulled into a conversation with Ryan Coogler near the bar.

Y/N stood beside him, sipping on a fresh glass of champagne and chatting lightly with Zinzi about how unreal the whole evening felt. She mostly watched Michael proud at how grounded he stayed even after winning his Oscar.

After a while Michael gently pulled Y/N aside to a quieter corner.

“Come here for a second, baby,” he said as he opened the camera on his phone. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. “Let’s get one just us. Smile for me.”

She leaned her cheek against his, both of them grinning as the Oscar gleamed between them in the frame. He took a few shots — one silly, one sweet, and one where she looked up at him with pure love while he looked back the same way.

He checked the photos and smiled. “This one right here,” he said posting it to his story with no caption, just the image and a single gold heart emoji. “You look so good tonight, baby. Real good.”

Y/N smiled resting her head against his shoulder. “You’re the one who just won an Oscar. I’m just trying to keep up with you.”

He turned to face her. “Nah. You supported me through everything. You never let me quit. That’s why tonight feels so right.”

She reached up brushing her fingers along his waves. “You did all the work, Michael. I just loved you through it.”

The DJ switched to a slower track with deep bass and a familiar slow jam. Y/N’s face lit up. “Dance with me. Just one.”

He smiled and took her hand, leading her onto the open dance floor. She turned so her back pressed against his chest and started rolling her hips slowly. His hands settled on her waist, holding her gently as they moved together. Just for a few minutes the rest of the world faded away.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered against her. “You keep moving like that and we’re gonna have a situation right here.”

She laughed softly tilting her head back against his shoulder. “Maybe I want you to have a situation.”

He let out a quiet breath, his grip on her hips tightening just a little as he pulled her closer. “I already got one. Been thinking about taking this dress off you the whole night. You know that, right?”

She pressed back against him. “Then enjoy your party so we can leave sooner.”

They danced through a couple more songs, bodies swaying close together. Michael stole soft kisses to her temple while they moved whispering little things in her ear that made her smile and blush. It felt like almost an hour had passed when Y/N finally slowed and turned in his arms. She placed a hand lightly on her stomach and spoke softly so only he could hear.

“Baby… I’m not feeling the best,” she said. “The champagne is hitting me harder than I thought. My stomach feels a little off. I think I need to head home.”

Michael’s expression changed instantly. He cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb gently brushing her skin as he studied her face with real concern. “We can leave right now if you want. I don’t care about staying.”

She shook her head and gave him a small smile. “No, it’s not that bad. I just need to get home, drink some water, and lie down for a bit. You should stay and enjoy the rest of your night. This is your Oscar win. People are still coming up to you. Have fun, celebrate with everybody. I’ll be fine once I’m home.”

He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he thought it over. His hand stayed on her cheek. “Nah, I don’t like the idea of you going back alone if you’re not feeling right. I can come with you. We can leave together.”

“I promise I’m okay,” she said gently placing her hand over his. “Stay. Soak it all in. I want you to enjoy every second of this. You deserve it tonight. I’ll text you the second I walk through the door.”

Michael still looked hesitant for a long moment, his jaw tight like he was fighting the urge to leave with her anyway. But he finally nodded slowly though the worry stayed in his eyes. “Alright… but if you start feeling worse, even a little bit, you text me and I’m coming straight home. No hesitation. I mean that.”

“Deal,” she said leaning up to kiss him softly.

Unbeknownst to him, she wasn’t planning on just lying down and resting when she got back to their house. The red lace lingerie she had laid out was waiting for him. She was going to make sure he ended this historic night winning in more ways than one.

He walked her out to the waiting Escalade himself, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist while the other held her hand. Two security guards flanked them closely as they moved down the driveway. Paparazzi had gathered near the gate, flashes popping like crazy, but Michael and the security team formed a tight shield around her blocking most of the cameras as they reached the car.

He helped her into the back seat then leaned in close. “If you need anything, anything at all, you text me and I’ll be home immediately. I’m serious.”

Y/N nodded and pulled him in for one more kiss before settling back into the seat.

The door closed and the Escalade pulled away smoothly into the LA night.

The Escalade pulled up to their house about 30 minutes later. Y/N thanked the driver quietly and stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. The house dark except for the soft city glow coming through the large windows. She let out a long breath, the intensity of the night finally settling down.

She pulled out her phone and typed a quick text.

<Made it home safe baby.

A couple minutes later her phone buzzed. Michael had sent a selfie of himself pouting dramatically.

<Missing you already 😔

Y/N smiled at the screen.

<You are too cute. Stop worrying about me and enjoy your night. You deserve it.

She added one more message.

<I love you.

His reply came quickly.

<I love you more.

She slipped off her heels, the cool floor a relief on her tired feet. The dress came next. She unzipped it slowly and let it slide down her body stepping out of the pool of fabric. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water run over her for a long time washing away the makeup, the hairspray, and the long hours of the night. When she stepped out, she dried off carefully and reached for her favorite scented lotion. She took her time moisturizing every inch of her skin until it felt soft.

Then she slipped into the red lace lingerie she had laid out earlier. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. A playful grin spread across her face. She gave her hips a little shake doing a quick mini twerk in the mirror and watching the way the lace moved with her.

“I’m about to get some dick tonight,” she said out loud to her reflection laughing softly at herself.

Finally, she pulled on the short silk robe and tied it loosely at the waist.

She moved through the bedroom lighting a few candles that filled the room with a glow.

Y/N climbed onto the big bed and propped herself up against the pillows. She picked up her phone and opened Instagram, then switched over to X, curiosity getting the best of her.

The internet had gone absolutely wild.

Clips of her reaction to Michael winning were everywhere. The moment she jumped out of her seat the second his name was announced had blown up.

The comments poured in:

“the way she jumped up crying 😭 I felt that in my soul”

“couple goals fr”

“that’s real love right there, she was HYPED”

“Y/N Jordan is a real one, protect her at all costs”

People were calling it one of the sweetest Oscar moments in years.

Michael’s speech was trending just as hard. Fans kept replaying the part where he looked straight at her and thanked his wife.

The comments under those clips were nonstop:

“the way he looks at her… I’m actually crying”

“Black love winning tonight”

“this speech just hit different because you can tell it’s real”

Y/N kept scrolling with a soft smile on her face. Then she found the In-N-Out videos and photos. There he was sitting at the table with the Oscar standing proudly beside a red tray. Her favorite picture was the one where he was smiling mid-bite of his burger, cheese dripping, eyes crinkled in pure joy while the golden trophy gleamed next to him. He looked so happy and so… him.

Without thinking twice, she saved the photo and posted it to her Instagram story with the simple caption:

my baby 🥹❤️

She stared at the picture a little longer, a deep feeling of love spreading through her chest. The red lace felt nice against her skin as she shifted on the bed, the candles flickering quietly around the room.

She was more than ready for him to come home.

Y/N’s eyes were starting to feel heavy as she lay on the bed. She had been scrolling through her phone for a while smiling at all the sweet comments and videos from the night when she heard the low rumble of a car pulling into the driveway.

Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly shifted on the bed propping herself up on one elbow so the short silk robe rode up just enough to give a teasing glimpse of the lingerie underneath.

The front door opened and Michael’s voice carried up the stairs a little tired from the long night.

“I’m home, babygirl. Where you at?”

Y/N smiled to herself and called back softly, “I’m in the bedroom, baby.”

She heard his footsteps on the stairs. As he climbed he kept talking, his voice getting closer.

“I stopped by the store on the way home and grabbed you some medicine. And mama made you some soup. She said it’ll help settle your stomach…”

He pushed the bedroom door open, still mid-sentence, but the words died on his lips the moment he saw her.

Michael stopped in the doorway eyes widening slightly as he took her in. She was laid out on the bed in just the short silk robe that had slipped open enough to reveal the red lace bra hugging her chest, the high-cut panties, the garters, and the sheer thigh-high stockings. The candlelight danced softly across her skin making the whole moment feel intimate and a little unreal.

He stood there for a moment completely paused the plastic bag with the medicine and the container of soup forgotten in his hands while the Oscar remained tucked securely under his arm. His gaze slowly traveled over her taking in every detail.

“Damn…” he breathed, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slow smile. “What’s all this?”

Y/N bit her lip, heart racing as she watched the way his eyes darkened. She pushed herself up a little higher on the bed then slowly crawled toward the middle of the mattress on her hands and knees. The short silk robe slipped further open.

“I wanted to give you a little award of my own tonight,” she said softly.

Michael’s gaze followed every movement she made. He finally set the plastic bag and soup container down on the dresser before he carefully placed the Oscar on the nightstand beside the flickering candles. The golden statue caught the light as he turned back to her.

He walked toward the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he reached the edge, he leaned down and wrapped one large hand gently but firmly around her throat. His other hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing over the red lace bra then lower across her stomach until he reached between her thighs.

“Fuck, baby…” he stated. “You really been waiting for me like this?”

Y/N’s breath hitched at his touch, her hips shifting toward his hand instinctively.

He kept his hand around her throat, thumb stroking soothing circles while his fingers pressed more firmly against her feeling how wet she already was.

“You look so fucking good,” he said leaning in closer so his lips brushed her ear. “All dressed up just for me.”

Michael’s fingers found the loose tie of her robe and tugged it open with one pull. The silk fell away from her body pooling around her on the bed and leaving her fully exposed in the lingerie. His eyes darkened even more as he took her in.

He leaned down pressing his lips to the side of her neck. The kiss started soft then turned hungry as he sucked gently on her skin, his tongue tracing the sensitive spot just below her ear. He moved lower sucking a little harder leaving a faint mark that made her gasp.

“Michael…” she breathed tilting her head to give him better access.

Michael’s lips stayed on her neck, kissing and sucking softly while his fingers rubbed slow circles on the outside of her panties. The pressure was teasing, just enough to make her hips twitch toward his hand.

Y/N let out a shaky breath before whispering, “Stop.”

He pulled back immediately with concern flashing across his face. His hand froze on her thigh and he looked at her.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked. “You okay?”

Y/N smiled softly reaching up to cup his face. “I’m fine. More than fine. I just… I want to take care of you tonight.”

Michael searched her eyes for a second still a little thrown off. “You sure? You don’t have to—”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m sure. Let me do this for you.”

He nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips as the worry melted away.

Y/N sat up and reached for him. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt one by one, pushing it open to reveal his chest. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his sternum before moving lower, undoing his belt and pants. Michael helped her kicking his shoes and pants off until he was standing in just his boxers.

Y/N hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs letting them fall to the floor. He was already hard and she took a moment to appreciate the sight of him completely bare in front of her.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she told him.

Michael obeyed.

He sat down on the edge of the mattress his eyes locked on her as she moved closer.

Y/N knelt between Michael’s legs. She wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and leaned in dragging her tongue slowly up the underside before swirling it around the head.

Michael let out a shaky groan, his hand sliding gently into her hair. “Fuck… baby…”

She took him into her mouth, lips stretching around him as she sucked gently at first then deeper. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside while she bobbed slowly taking more of him each time. One of her hands slipped between her own thighs pushing the lace panties aside so she could rub slow circles over her swollen clit.

Michael’s breath hitched hard. “Shit… look at you,” he managed. His hips twitched slightly as she took him deeper, the warmth of her mouth making his head fall back against the pillow. “Feels so fucking good…”

Y/N moaned around him, the vibration traveling up his shaft and making his grip tighten in her hair. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, while her fingers moved faster between her legs sliding two inside herself. The sounds filled the room with her sucking mixed with the slick noise of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

Michael’s thighs tensed under her hands. “Baby… fuck…” He was breathing harder now, words breaking apart between moans. “Your mouth… so warm… goddamn…”

She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes watery but locked on his and took him even deeper until he bumped the back of her throat.

“Shit… just like that… don’t stop, baby…”

Y/N kept going, bobbing faster, sucking with more pressure while her fingers curled inside herself hitting that spot that made her moan louder around his cock. Spit dripped down her chin and onto his shaft making everything messier and wetter.

Michael’s free hand gripped the sheets. His moans grew more desperate. “Fuck… I’m close… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that…”

She didn’t pull away. Instead she sucked harder, tongue working the sensitive head every time she drew back while her fingers moved quicker between her own legs. Her own pleasure was building fast, but she focused on him . She enjoyed the way his dick throbbed against her tongue and the broken sounds falling from his lips.

Michael’s hips stuttered, his hand tightening in her hair. “Baby… oh fuck… I’m gonna—”

His words cut off into a deep moan as he came hard in her mouth. His warm liquid hit the back of her throat. Y/N swallowed around him taking everything he gave her without pulling back. She kept sucking gently through it milking every last drop while her fingers kept moving between her thighs.

Michael’s whole body shuddered, a long groan escaping him as the last waves rolled through. His hand stayed in her hair. He looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Damn…” he rasped. “Come here, baby.”

Michael pulled her up gently by the hand until she was straddling his lap before he cupped her face and kissed her. His tongue slid against hers tasting himself on her lips and he groaned softly into her mouth.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him breathing hard. “I want to ride you” she whispered. “Right now.”

Michael’s eyes darkened. He ran his hands down her sides gripping her hips. “Whatever you want baby. Take it.”

She didn’t waste time. She reached between them, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, and lined him up with her soaked entrance. With one slow roll of her hips she sank down taking every inch of him in one motion. The stretch made her moan loudly as her head fell back.

“Fuck…” Michael groaned hands tightening on her waist. “So wet… so tight… fuck me.”

Y/N started moving rolling her hips in deep circles at first before she started lifting and dropping faster. Her breast bounced heavily in the bra with every thrust. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room along with her moans.

Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Look at you” he rasped. “Riding me so good… shit baby… your breasts look so fucking pretty bouncing like that.”

He reached up and tugged the cups of her bra down freeing her plump breasts. He leaned forward mouth latching onto one nipple sucking hard while his tongue flicked over it. Y/N cried out her pace faltering for a second before she picked it back up grinding down on him even harder.

“Daddy…” she moaned the word slipping out as she rode him faster. “Fuck you feel so deep.”

Michael groaned against her breast, sucking harder before he switched to the other one. He kept one hand on her hip guiding her movements as the other slid up to squeeze her free breast.

“Keep riding me just like that” his voice muffled against her skin. “You’re doing so good baby… taking all of me… look how wet you’re making my dick.”

Y/N’s moans grew louder. She was bouncing on him now. The headboard started to knock softly against the wall with every downward thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly in his face and he couldn’t get enough, sucking and licking at them leaving wet marks on her skin.

“I’m gonna cum” she gasped. “Daddy… I’m so close…”

Michael pulled back just enough to look up at her eyes. One hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

“That’s it baby” he said even though he was breathing hard. “Cum for me. I want to feel you squeezing my dick. Let it go… come on ride me through it. You’re so fucking close I can feel it.”

Y/N’s hips stuttered and her walls started to flutter around him. She cried out as the orgasm hit her hard.

Michael thumb never stopped rubbing her clit. “There you go… good girl… just like that. Let it all out on me. I got you baby… cum all over my dick… fuck you feel so good squeezing me like that…”

Her whole body shook as she came, loud moans spilling from her lips while she kept riding him through the waves. Michael groaned deeply holding her hips tight to help her keep moving until she finally started to slow.

He kissed her chest softly, then her collarbone, then her lips murmuring against them “That’s my baby… so fucking perfect.”

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Michael kissed her, still buried inside her as the last tremors of her orgasm faded. His tongue tangled with hers, tasting himself on her lips, and he groaned softly into her mouth.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. “Can I fuck you from the back, baby?” he asked against her lips. “I need to see that ass while I’m deep in you.”

Y/N shivered at the question, a fresh wave of arousal rushing through her. “Whatever you want, Daddy,” she whispered.

She didn’t wait for him to move. She slid off his lap, turned around, and got on all fours in the middle of the bed. She arched her back deep pushing her ass up high and spreading her knees wider so the panties framed everything perfectly.

Michael let out a low curse behind her. “Fuck… look at you.”

He smacked her ass hard, the sound echoing in the room. Y/N gasped and gave her hips a little playful shake making her cheeks jiggle for him.

“Damn,” he groaned.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward his face. Without another word he buried his mouth between her legs from behind, tongue sliding through her soaked folds. He licked her slow sucking on her clit before pushing his tongue inside her. Y/N moaned loudly pushing back against his face.

Michael groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs shake. “Taste so fucking good,” he stated. “All wet for me.”

He ate her like he was starving — deep licks mixed with sucking and gentle bites on her ass cheeks. His hands spread her wider, thumbs pulling her open so he could bury his tongue deeper. Y/N’s moans filled the room as her fingers gripped the sheets tight.

After a few minutes he pulled back. He stroked his dick once before lining himself up and pushing inside her in one thrust. Y/N cried out at the sudden stretch, her back arching even more.

“Shit, baby…” Michael groaned gripping her hips as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight like this.”

He started fucking her hard, hips snapping forward with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her loud moans and his low grunts. He kept one hand on her hip the other sliding up her back to press between her shoulder blades pushing her chest down into the mattress so her ass stayed high in the air.

“Take it just like that,” he rasped. “This is how I celebrate my win… fucking my wife raw after I bring home that Oscar.”

Y/N moaned louder pushing back to meet every stroke. “Yes… fuck me, Daddy.”

Michael smacked her ass again then gripped both cheeks and spread her open so he could watch himself disappear inside her.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he growled pounding into her faster. “Tell me, baby. Who owns this wet little pussy?”

“You,” she gasped. “It’s yours… all yours, Daddy.”

He groaned deep. “That’s right. This pussy belongs to your Oscar-winning husband. Only me.”

He fucked her even harder, the headboard banging against the wall now. One hand reached around to rub her clit in circles while the other kept her ass spread wide. Y/N’s moans turned into broken cries, her whole body shaking as another orgasm built fast.

Michael leaned over her back lips brushing her ear. “You gonna cum on my dick again? Let me feel it, baby. Squeeze me while I fuck you through it.”

Y/N’s walls started fluttering hard around him. “I’m cumming… Daddy, I’m cumming—”

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned never slowing down. “Cum for me. Let it all go. I got you.”

Her orgasm crashed over her hard. She cried out loudly pushing back on him as her pussy clenched and pulsed around his dick. Michael kept fucking her through it moaning her name under his breath, his own release getting closer with every tight squeeze.

“Fuck… you feel so good when you cum like that,” he panted. “Gonna fill you up, baby… you want that?”

Yes,” she moaned still trembling from her orgasm. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Please.”

Michael groaned deep. He gripped her hips tighter pulling her back onto him with every thrust. His pace turned rougher, more urgent, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Shit… I’m so close,” he rasped. “This pussy is mine… all fucking mine.”

He leaned over her back one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close while he drove into her harder. His breathing grew ragged, moans turning into broken grunts with every deep stroke.

Y/N pushed back to meet him, still sensitive but wanting every inch. “Cum for me,” she whispered. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took.

Michael’s hips stuttered. He buried himself deep inside her with a moan. “Fuck… baby… I’m cumming—”

His dick pulsed hard as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside her. He kept thrusting through it, milking every last drop while his body shook against hers. A broken “Shit…” escaped his lips as the pleasure rolled through him, his forehead pressing to her shoulder.

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, his hand gently stroking her side. Finally he kissed the back of her neck.

“Damn… I love you.”

Michael stayed buried inside her for a few long moments, both of them breathing hard and trembling. He finally pulled out slowly, a soft groan escaping him as he watched his cum leak from her. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder gently.

“Stay right here, baby,” he murmured.

He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and came back with a damp washcloth. Y/N stayed on her stomach too tired to move. Michael climbed back onto the bed and gently wiped between her legs cleaning her up with careful strokes. He took his time making sure she was comfortable and he occasionally pressed soft kisses to her lower back and the curve of her ass.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“Mhm,” she hummed.

Once he was done he tossed the cloth aside and pulled her into his arms. Y/N curled against his chest, one leg thrown over his as he wrapped her up tight. He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then the tip of her nose, holding her close while their breathing slowly evened out. His hand rubbed slow circles on her back.

Michael chuckled quietly after a minute, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“You know… you didn’t have to lie and say you were sick just to sneak home and surprise me,” he teased. “I was worried about you the whole time at the party. Kept checking my phone like a fool wondering if you were okay.”

Y/N lifted her head and gave him a playful glare poking his chest. “I told you not to worry about me. I said I was fine.”

He grinned pulling her closer and kissing her forehead again. “Yeah, well, I’m your husband. Worrying about you is part of the job description. Can’t help it.”

She smiled and rested her head back on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over his abs as she spoke softly.

“I’m so proud of you, Michael. I watched you put in all that hard work… the long nights on set, the early mornings, the times you doubted yourself. All those sacrifices you made. You deserved tonight more than anyone. Seeing you up there accepting that Oscar… it meant everything to me.”

Michael’s arms tightened around her. He kissed her forehead again.

“Thank you, baby. Couldn’t have done any of it without you. You’re my rock. Always have been. Every late night you stayed up with me running lines, every time you reminded me why I started… it all led to tonight. I love you so much.”

They stayed like that for a long while, tangled together under the soft candlelight. Michael kept rubbing her back in slow circles, Y/N nestled deeper into his chest with one hand resting over his heart.

Just Like Honey

SYNOPSIS: What was supposed to be a chill night of Truth or Dare with the crew changes the moment Erik gets dared to take a Honeypack. The game continues, but something shifts between him and Y/N — quiet glances and unspoken tension pulling them toward a night neither of them planned.

WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Use of Aphrodisiac, Light Angst, Alcohol Consumption, etc.

PAIRINGS: Black OC x Erik Killmonger

This was requested by one of my readers. I hope you all enjoy!

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Y/N pushed the side door open and stepped inside, the cool night air slipping in behind her for a second before the door clicked shut. She set the bottle of Don Julio on the counter with a quiet clink before letting the plastic bag drop next to it. A couple limes rolled out slow, the extra shot glasses clinking together once.

Trey was leaning against the fridge scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled the way he always did. “Hey you made it” he said putting the phone down. He came over and gave her a quick one-armed hug. “I was starting to think you bailed on us.”

“Traffic was acting stupid” she said letting out a small laugh. “But I’m here now so you can relax.”

He glanced at the bottle and raised his eyebrows. “Don Julio? Okay fancy. You didn’t have to bring the good stuff we got the house tequila.”

“Yeah but then y’all would be complaining about the hangover tomorrow” she said shrugging as she leaned against the counter. “This way I get to feel responsible for once.”

Trey chuckled. “Fair. You always think ahead.”

Jada came in from the living room. She saw Y/N and her face lit up slow. “Girl” she said crossing the kitchen in a couple steps. She pulled Y/N into a tight hug, rocking her side to side for a second before letting go. “I was literally about to text you. Missed your face.”

“Missed you too” Y/N said hugging back. “You good?”

“Always when you show up with liquor” Jada said stepping back but keeping a hand on Y/N’s arm for a second. She reached for one of the limes rolling it under her palm on the counter. “Trey keeps talking about tacos but he ain’t cut nothing yet. Typical.”

Aaliyah slipped in right behind her. She walked straight over, leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder for a quick second, then straightened up with a small smile. “Hey boo glad you made it. We were about to start without you.”

Y/N snorted. “Y’all would’ve survived five minutes.”

“Barely” Aaliyah said reaching for the bottle. “This is nice though.”

Trey started slicing a lime the knife making thumps against the wood. “Speaking of nice… Jada brought something else earlier.”

Jada rolled her eyes but she was smiling a little. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out two small gold packets holding them up. “Honey packs. My cousin dropped them off last week swearing they’re the truth. I figured why not bring them. Worst case they taste like candy and we clown each other.”

Aaliyah leaned in eyebrows raised. “Those honey things? You actually brought those here?”

“I brought two” Jada said shrugging. “We’re only four right now. If somebody gets brave later we can split one.”

Trey shook his head still slicing. “I’m good. Last time somebody brought some energy stuff, I ended up fucking my ex.”

Y/N leaned against the counter arms crossed watching them. The kitchen felt small, the low music from the living room drifting in.

Aaliyah looked at Y/N. “Come on let’s get you in there before we start pouring. We got the living room set up. Just waiting on you.”

Y/N grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap off pouring a small splash into each glass.

“Alright” she said handing them out. “Let’s take these first then y’all can tell me how serious this honey-pack plan really is.”

They clinked the glasses quietly threw them back. The alcohol burned smooth going down. Y/N set her glass on the counter and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jada was already reaching for the bottle to pour another round when Y/N glanced at the two gold packets still sitting on the counter.

Y/N nodded toward them. “Don’t this shit make you horny though?”

Jada paused mid-pour then looked up with a slow grin. “That’s the good part girl.”

Aaliyah laughed low shaking her head as she leaned back against the counter. “See that’s why I’m staying far away from those. I don’t need any extra help in that department tonight.”

Trey snorted still focused on the last lime. “Y’all wild.”

Y/N picked up one of the packets turning it over in her fingers. “I’m just saying. If we do this we gotta be ready for whatever happens.”

Jada topped off the glasses again and slid one toward Y/N. “We’re four grown people in a house with no kids around. Whatever happens happens.

Aaliyah took her glass and raised it. “To bad decisions and good company.”

They clinked again and drank.

Jada set her glass down first. “Alright enough stalling. Let’s take this to the living room.”

Y/N grabbed her glass and the bottle following the others out of the kitchen.

Y/N sank deeper into the couch next to Jada. Blankets were tossed over the armrests and pillows were scattered on the floor like someone had kicked them there earlier. The Bluetooth speaker played R&B that vibrated just enough to settle in her chest.

Jada finished shuffling the cards with a quick flick and dealt one to each of them face down. “Lowest card starts. No weak shit tonight. We’re grown, and we’re tipsy. Let’s get into it.”

Aaliyah flipped hers first, a three of hearts, and groaned but smiled. “Me. Truth.”

Jada leaned forward. “When was the last time you came so hard you cried? Details, no skipping.”

Aaliyah bit her lip. “Three weeks ago, maybe. This dude I been seeing had me bent over the bathroom sink, fingers and tongue at the same time. Kept going even after I started shaking. I legit had tears running down my face when I finally came. Couldn’t even stand up straight after.”

Jada let out a loud “Oop,” and fanned herself with her hand. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Trey shook his head, laughing softly. “Y’all wild already. My turn next, I can feel it.”

He flipped an ace of spades. Jada pointed right at him. “Dare.”

Trey sighed. “Hit me.”

Jada grinned. “Call your ex right now. Leave a voicemail on speaker. Tell him exactly what you miss about his body.”

Trey pulled out his phone, scrolled to the name, hit call, put it on speaker, and waited for voicemail. When the beep came he leaned back.

“Ay, it’s me. Just wanted to say I still think about you sometimes. Miss the way your back looked when you arched for me, the way your thighs squeezed around my head when I had you shaking, how your skin felt under my hands. Shit was fire. Anyway, yeah. Delete this if you want.”

He hung up fast. The room exploded. Trey buried his face in his hands but was grinning wide. Two minutes later his phone buzzed. He read it out loud:

<Boy, delete my number… but call me later.

Everyone lost it again.

Next round Jada got the lowest card. “Truth,” she said before anyone could ask.

Aaliyah jumped in. “Wildest place you ever fucked. Go.”

Jada didn’t blink. “Back seat of my ex-boyfriend’s Charger at the family cookout last summer. Windows fogged up so bad you couldn’t see in, music blasting to cover the sounds. He had me riding reverse with one hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Almost got caught when my aunt came looking for the ice chest.”

Trey covered his ears dramatically. “I did not need to visualize that, but go off sis.”

Y/N laughed, but the heat crept up her neck. The game was getting hotter and the alcohol made everything feel looser.

Her turn. She flipped a four. “Dare.”

Trey’s grin turned evil. “Send a nude to the group chat right now, crop your face out.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Y’all messy.” She lifted her shirt just enough, angled her phone so the lamp light hit her cleavage perfect, snapped it, cropped her face, and sent before she could chicken out.

The group chat blew up.

Jada: “Whew, okay, body tea.”

Aaliyah: “Chef’s kiss, period.”

Trey: “I’m looking respectfully… damn, Y/N.”

Y/N buried her face in her hands for a second. “Shut up, Trey.”

Aaliyah’s dare was next: a blindfolded lap dance to whoever’s phone she grabbed. She tied a blanket around her eyes and got Trey’s phone. She climbed onto his lap slow and rolled her hips into his. Trey sat frozen, hands gripping the couch, “This is why we don’t do blindfolds no more, girl. Get off me,” while everyone else howled.

Y/N got truth again. Jada leaned in. “Be real. Nastiest thing you let a guy do that you secretly loved?”

Y/N took a long sip. “He held my throat while he ate me out. Not choking, just firm, like he was keeping me right there. I came so hard I saw stars.”

Silence hung for half a second, then Aaliyah whispered, “Damn, that’s hot.”

They passed the bottle for another round when Trey’s phone lit up on the coffee table. He read it and chuckled.

“Erik says he’s five minutes out.”

Jada rolled her eyes but smiled. “Finally. I told his ass to hurry up after work. He been acting brand-new since he got back from the military.”

Aaliyah poured fresh shots and slid one toward Y/N. “He’s been texting me all week, miss the crew, miss the vibes.”

The second Erik’s name dropped, Y/N’s stomach plummeted like someone squeezed her insides and let go. She kept her face neutral, took a slow sip, but her fingers tightened around the glass so hard her knuckles paled.

That night flashed back in sharp pieces. She remembered him sitting in her braiding chair, shirtless, his locs half-done and still a little damp from the wash. They were laughing at some stupid story from back in the day while passing the bottle back and forth. She had been focused on twisting the last few locs, trying to keep her hands steady when she felt the shift. The way his eyes changed, getting darker the moment she leaned back to check her work. Then the kiss happened like something that had been building for years. One minute they were talking, the next her shorts were down around her ankles and his mouth was on her. His hands held her thighs open and the low groan he let out against her skin sounded like he had been waiting for this longer than he would ever admit.

Then the texts the next morning. She left them all on read. Couldn’t face what it meant, that she’d been in love with him quietly for years and one night cracked that wide open. So she ignored him until he stopped trying.

Now he was minutes away.

She could already picture him stepping in. Would he look at her normal? Pretend it never happened? Or would one glance pull everything back?

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They squeezed in one more round to kill time. Jada got dared to moan the name of the last person she hooked up with for fifteen seconds straight. She did it low and dramatic, drawing it out until Trey was cracking up and Aaliyah was covering her face. Then Trey picked truth and had to admit the last time he got head in a car. He told the story with zero shame making everyone laugh until their sides hurt. Y/N picked dare again and had to send a voice note describing how she liked to be touched. She kept it short and the group lost it when they played it back.

The laughs were still echoing when a firm knock sounded at the front door.

Trey hopped up from the floor. “That’s him. I got it.”

He walked over and opened the door. Erik stepped inside carrying two large pizza boxes stacked on top of each other, the smell of hot cheese and pepperoni filling the room right away. Trey took one of the boxes from him with a grin. “My guy, you came through.”

Erik looked too good. His locs were freshly twisted into neat barrels that framed his face perfectly. He had on a crisp black shirt that hugged his muscular arms and chest, the short sleeves showing off the scars on his biceps. A thick gold chain rested against his collarbone and a matching gold watch gleamed on his wrist. Black joggers sat low on his hips and he rocked a fresh pair of Jordans that still looked box-fresh. The whole fit was simple but it hit different on him, like everything he wore was made to remind you exactly who he was.

He greeted everyone with a small smile showing off his gold fronts. “What’s good, y’all?” He gave Jada a quick hug, then Aaliyah, dapping Trey up properly once the pizza was set on the coffee table.

When he got to Y/N he paused for a second. “Long time no see.”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into a hug. It was tighter than the others. His cologne hit her immediately, that woody scent mixed with something fresh that made her head spin. He smelled so good it was almost unfair. As he held her he leaned in close to her ear.

“Missed you, baby. You been ignoring a nigga.”

He gave her one last gentle squeeze before pulling away. Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure everyone could hear it, but she just smiled back trying to play it cool while her stomach did flips all over again.

The group settled back in. Erik dropped down on the floor near the coffee table right across from Y/N. He grabbed a slice of pizza, took a big bite, and leaned back on one elbow.

Jada was already reaching for another slice. “About time you showed up. We were starting to think you got lost.”

Erik chuckled, gold flashing again. “Nah, I had to make sure y’all had something to eat. Can’t have my people starving while y’all out here playing nasty games.”

Aaliyah smirked. “Speaking of nasty games, you just missed some wild shit. But we can catch you up real quick if you want in.”

Erik’s eyes flicked over to Y/N for a brief second before he looked back at the group. “I’m down. What we playing?”

The tension in Y/N’s chest tightened even more as the circle reformed with Erik now sitting right across from her. The night suddenly felt a lot heavier and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could pretend everything was normal.

Y/N tried to focus on the slice of pizza in her hand but her appetite was gone. The cheese tasted like nothing while her mind kept replaying that whisper in her ear and the way his arms had felt around her. Erik settled in across from her on the floor with his legs stretched out casually.

Jada wiped her hands on a napkin and grinned at him. “Truth or dare, Erik?”

Erik took another bite of pizza chewing slowly before he answered. “Truth.”

Trey leaned forward. “Bet. Here’s a good one. What’s the nastiest thing you’ve done to a girl that made her shake so bad she couldn’t walk right after?”

The room got quiet for a second. Erik didn’t even hesitate. He looked straight at Y/N while he answered.

“Last time I was with somebody I really wanted… I had her laid back on the couch after she did my locs. I ate her pussy for so long she came three times back to back. Had her thighs squeezing my head so tight I could barely breathe, but I wasn’t stopping. By the time I was done she was shaking so bad she couldn’t even sit up straight. Had to carry her to the bed.”

He kept his eyes locked on Y/N the entire time he spoke. Y/N could feel the heat rushing to her face. She avoided his gaze completely, staring down at the pizza box like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Her hand tightened around her glass as she brought it to her lips and took a long sip of the Don Julio hoping the burn would distract her from the way her body was reacting. Her thighs pressed together without thinking, memories flooding back so strong she almost choked on the liquor. She could still feel his locs brushing her skin, the way his tongue had moved, the low groans he made like he couldn’t get enough.

Jada let out a low whistle. “Damn, Erik. That’s cold.”

Aaliyah laughed. “Three times? Boy, you wasn’t playing.”

Erik just smirked still watching Y/N even though she refused to look up. “What can I say? When I want something, I take my time with it.”

The air in the room felt thicker now, the game suddenly a lot more dangerous with him sitting right there. Y/N took another sip from her glass trying to steady her breathing while her heart raced. She could feel his eyes on her like he was daring her to look back at him.

Jada clapped her hands once. “Alright, let’s make the next part interesting. We got two honey packs in the kitchen. How about we play a quick round of ‘Never Have I Ever’ with a twist? Whoever has done the thing has to drink. Last person with alcohol left in their cup loses and has to take one of the honey packs.”

Aaliyah’s face lit up. “Yes! I’m down for that.”

Trey laughed and reached for the bottle to top off everyone’s glasses. “Bet. But y’all better not gang up on me. I’m innocent over here.”

Erik smirked. “Innocent? Yeah, okay. Let’s run it. I’m not scared of a little honey.”

Jada hopped up and came back from the kitchen with the two small gold packets placing them right in the middle of the coffee table. “These right here. Loser takes the whole packet. No backing out once the game starts.”

They all raised their glasses and started the round. The questions stayed playful at first.

“Never have I ever had sex in a car,” Aaliyah said.

Trey, Jada, and Erik drank right away. Y/N kept her glass still for that one.

“Never have I ever hooked up with someone I met at the gym,” Trey threw out next.

Jada and Aaliyah drank. Erik took a sip, chuckling.

“Never have I ever gone down on someone in the shower,” Jada said with a grin.

Trey and Erik drank. Y/N sipped once.

“Never have I ever had a one-night stand that turned into something more,” Aaliyah said.

Erik drank again, along with Jada.

“Never have I ever recorded myself having sex,” Trey added.

Erik and Aaliyah drank. Y/N took a small sip feeling the liquor warming her up.

“Never have I ever had sex somewhere I could’ve gotten caught easily,” Jada said.

Everyone except Trey drank that time. The laughs were flowing and the cups were getting lower fast.

After a few more rounds, Trey checked the glasses. “Damn… Erik, you’re the last one with a decent amount left, but after that last one you’re basically empty too. Looks like you lose, bro.”

Jada picked up one of the gold honey packets from the table and waved it in the air. “Rules are rules. Loser takes the whole thing right now.”

Erik leaned forward. “Aight, bet. Hand it over.”

Jada passed him the packet. Erik took it, turning the small gold wrapper over in his fingers while the group watched. He glanced around the circle, then ripped it open with his teeth squeezing the golden liquid onto his tongue like it was nothing. He swallowed it down maintaining eye contact with the group the whole time, but Y/N could feel his gaze linger a little longer when it passed over her.

The room erupted in cheers and laughs. Jada clapped. “That’s my dawg!”

Trey grabbed another slice of pizza. “Now we wait and see what that does to you. This should be entertaining.”

Erik just chuckled low, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he set the empty wrapper on the table. He looked completely unbothered, but Y/N noticed the way his jaw tightened just slightly right after he swallowed. She quickly looked away focusing on her own drink again.

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A couple hours had passed. The pizza boxes were empty and they had moved through Spades, Uno, and were now deep into random drinking games.

Erik had gotten quieter as the night went on. He was still joking with everyone, but he kept shifting his position on the floor.

Trey was dealing the next round when he suddenly paused mid-shuffle. He looked down at Erik’s lap and let out a low chuckle.

“E, you good?” Trey asked nodding toward Erik’s obvious erection straining against his black joggers. “Nigga got a whole tent going on over there.”

The room went quiet for a second.

“Oh shit,” Jada muttered covering her mouth with wide eyes.

Aaliyah burst out laughing and quickly looked away. “Jesus, Erik…”

Erik glanced down at himself then shrugged casually with zero embarrassment. He didn’t try to hide it or close his legs. “Imma handle that later,” he said voice a little deeper than it had been earlier.

As he spoke, his eyes drifted over to Y/N. The look lingered just a second longer than normal before he looked away again. Her thighs pressed together without her meaning to.

Trey smirked. “You sure you don’t need a minute, bro?”

Erik leaned back on one hand. “Nah, I’m straight. We can keep playing.” He adjusted himself once, “This honey just got me real… aware right now.”

Jada shook her head with a grin. “That pack is no joke. You look like you’re ready to pounce on something.”

The group laughed.Erik stayed relaxed on the outside, but his eyes kept finding their way back to Y/N every few minutes.

Y/N stayed quiet focusing on her drink and pretending to laugh along with everyone else. But she could still feel the weight of his attention on her skin like a hand she couldn’t quite brush off.

The game eventually fizzled out as everyone started feeling the effects of the long night and all the shots. Jada stretched and looked around at the mess. “Alright y’all, let’s clean up a little before we get too lazy.”

They all got up slowly, groaning and laughing as they started picking up. Trey gathered the empty pizza boxes and shot glasses while Aaliyah folded blankets and picked up cards from the floor. Jada wiped down the coffee table. Erik helped out too, grabbing a few napkins and empty cups.

After about ten minutes, Erik checked his phone and stood up straight. “I’m gonna head out. Got an early morning tomorrow.”

He started saying his goodbyes, giving everyone a hug. He dapped Trey up first, then pulled Jada into a tight hug rocking her side to side. “Good seeing y’all, for real.” He hugged Aaliyah next.

Then he turned to Y/N.

She stood up trying to keep it casual. Erik stepped in and wrapped his arms around her. The hug lingered. His body felt warm against hers and that same woody cologne wrapped around her again. He held her for a few extra seconds.

Right before he pulled away, he leaned in close to her ear.

“Come through to my crib when you leave here.”

He gave her one last gentle squeeze before stepping back like nothing had happened. He grabbed his keys and headed toward the door. “Catch y’all later. Don’t get too crazy without me.”

The door closed behind him with a soft click.

Y/N stood there frozen for a second with Erik’s words echoing in her head. Her stomach felt like it dropped and her thoughts were all over the place. She felt discombobulated.

They continued tidying up the living room completely oblivious to what Erik had just dropped on Y/N before walking out the door.

She bent down to pick up a pillow trying to act normal, but her mind was already spinning with the decision she now had to make.

Y/N helped with the last bit of cleanup tossing a few more cups in the trash and folding one of the blankets. Once everything looked decent, she grabbed her bag and keys.

“Alright y’all, I’m about to head out,” she said. “Thank you for tonight. I had fun.”

She went around giving everyone hugs. Jada squeezed her tight telling her to text when she got home. Aaliyah hugged her next. Trey gave her a big bear hug and kissed the top of her head like the big brother he always acted like.

“Drive safe, Y/N. Love you girl,” he said.

“Love y’all too,” she replied with a small smile before heading out the door.

She wasn’t too drunk. Just nicely buzzed, enough to feel loose but still in control. The night air felt cool on her skin as she walked to her car. Once she got inside she didn’t start the engine right away. She just sat there in the driver’s seat staring out the windshield while replaying everything that happened tonight.

Come through to my crib when you leave here.

She let out a deep breath and rubbed her hands over her face. Was she really about to do this? Go to his house? After she spent months ignoring his texts and trying to bury everything that happened between them? What if it brought all those old feelings rushing back? The ones she swore she had under control?

Just then, her phone buzzed on the passenger seat.

She picked it up and saw a message from Erik. The preview showed a blurred picture. Her thumb hovered for a second before she clicked it open.

It was a photo of Erik. He was still in those black joggers standing in what looked like his bedroom. One of his hands was gripping his thick print through the fabric. The picture was clear enough to see just how big and heavy he was.

Right underneath it the message read:

<I need you.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She felt a rush of heat flood between her legs, her pussy instantly getting wet. Her thighs pressed together on their own as she stared at the picture.

“Fuck…” she whispered to herself.

That sealed it.

She sat there for a few more seconds. Besides… it’s just going to be one night, she told herself. What’s the worst that could happen?

She started the car, typed Erik’s address into her GPS, and pulled off.

About twenty minutes later Y/N pulled up outside Erik’s house. The drive felt both too long and too short. Her stomach was in knots the entire way.

She parked on the street and sat in the car for a moment staring at his front door. Her hands were slightly shaky as she picked up her phone and typed:

>I’m outside

His reply came back almost instantly.

>It’s opened.

Y/N stared at the message. She took a slow breath trying to steady herself.

It’s just one night, she reminded herself. Just one night.

She grabbed her bag, stepped out of the car, and walked up to his front door. After another deep breath she twisted the knob and stepped inside.

The house was dimly lit with just a couple of lamps on casting a warm glow through the living room. Soft music played from somewhere deeper inside. She closed the door behind her and locked it.

Then Erik appeared from the hallway.

He was shirtless now. His muscular chest and abs were on full display. The scars on his biceps and torso were visible and his joggers sat low on his hips showing the deep V-line leading down.

Erik didn’t say anything else at first. He just walked toward her slowly. When he stopped in front of her, he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

He reached out and gently took her bag from her hand setting it down on the nearby chair without breaking eye contact. Then he stepped even closer, one hand sliding around her waist pulling her body flush against his.

“You drove all the way over here,” he murmured, “after ignoring me for months.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt how hard he still was, the thick outline of his erection pressing against her stomach through his joggers. The honey pack was clearly still working overtime.

“I wasn’t…” she started, but the words got caught in her throat when his other hand came up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

“You wasn’t what?” he asked tilting his head slightly. “You wasn’t thinking about me? Or you wasn’t ready to admit you missed this too?”

Before she could answer, Erik leaned down and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Y/N melted into him. Her hands instinctively slid up his bare chest feeling the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart.

When he finally pulled back they were both breathing heavier.

“I been thinking about you since that night,” he admitted, forehead resting against hers. “Every time I tried to let it go… I couldn’t. And tonight?” He let out a low chuckle, almost strained. “I need you, Y/N. For real.”

His hands slid down to grip her ass. Y/N let out a shaky breath, her pussy throbbing with need.

Erik kissed her again before trailing his lips to her ear.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered. “Tell me you’re not about to run out that door.”

She looked up at him. Her voice came out soft but steady.

“I want this,” she whispered. “I’m not running.”

That was all Erik needed.

He kissed her again. One hand stayed on her ass while the other slid up her back and into her hair tilting her head exactly how he wanted. The kiss turned hungry fast.

He walked her backward until her back gently hit the wall. Erik pulled away just enough to look at her.

His hands moved to the hem of her shirt. He peeled it off slowly tossing it somewhere behind him. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he let out a low curse under his breath before leaning down to kiss and suck on her neck trailing wet kisses across her collarbone.

Y/N’s head fell back against the wall, a soft moan slipping out as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling, while his hand squeezed her other breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

Y/N’s back pressed against the cool wall as Erik dropped to his knees in front of her like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked up at her with those hooded eyes while he slowly dragged her pants and panties down her legs. He took his time kissing her inner thighs the whole way and sucked lightly on the sensitive skin until she was squirming.

“Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy,” he groaned. He spread her legs wider throwing one over his shoulder so she was completely open for him. “Look at you… already dripping for me.”

He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit licking up all her wetness in one long stroke. Y/N moaned loudly, her hand flying to the top of his head gripping his fresh barrel twists. Erik let out a deep groan against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs tremble.

He didn’t tease for long.

Erik buried his face between her legs like a man starved. His tongue was everywhere licking broad stripes up her pussy, swirling around her swollen clit, then dipping inside her hole to fuck her with it. Wet sounds filled the hallway as he ate her greedily, sucking on her folds, slurping loudly on her juices like he couldn’t get enough.

“Shit, Erik…” Y/N whimpered.

He pulled back just enough to spit on her pussy watching it drip down before diving back in, sucking her clit into his mouth hard. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled against her clit, fingers pumping faster. “Fuck my face. Use my tongue like you been wanting to.”

Y/N’s legs shook as she rode his mouth, grinding against his tongue while he finger-fucked her harder. He added a third finger to stretch her open, the wet squelching sounds getting louder. Erik moaned into her pussy the whole time clearly enjoying every second of it.

He pulled his fingers out for a moment, spread her pussy lips wide with both thumbs, and spat directly on her clit before sucking it back into his mouth with slurping sounds. His tongue flicked rapidly against her swollen nub while he looked up at her.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, voice muffled. “This pussy still mine, ain’t it?”

Y/N could barely answer, just moaned his name like a prayer as her orgasm built fast. Erik could feel it. He locked his arms around her thighs holding her in place so she couldn’t run from the pleasure and attacked her clit with relentless suction and fast flicks of his tongue.

“Cum on my face, baby,” he demanded. “Let me taste how much you missed this dick.”

That pushed her over the edge.

Y/N came hard, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the wall as she cried out. Erik didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking her through it, moaning loudly like her orgasm was the best thing he’d tasted all night.

Erik finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at her with a satisfied smirk.

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Erik stood up slowly.

“Come here,” he said.

He took her hand and led her over to the couch. The second they reached it, he sat down, legs spread wide, and pulled her down between them so she was on her knees on the floor in front of him. One arm stretched along the back of the couch as he looked at her with that intense stare.

Y/N’s hands shook slightly with anticipation as she reached for the waistband of his joggers. She tugged them down his hips and his thick dick sprang out. The head was already leaking precum, veins prominent along the shaft. He was rock hard from the honey pack and he looked even bigger than she remembered.

“Fuck…” she whispered wrapping her hand around the base. He was so thick her fingers barely met.

Erik let out a low groan, head tilting back for a second before he looked down at her again.

“Go ‘head, baby,” he murmured.

Y/N leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his dick all the way up to the tip licking up the bead of precum that had formed. She swirled her tongue around the head before wrapping her lips around it and sucking gently.

“Shit… just like that,” Erik groaned, one hand sliding into her hair.

She took more of him into her mouth, sucking him deeper, her tongue working the underside of his shaft. He was so thick it made her jaw ache in the best way. She bobbed her head taking him as far as she could using her hand to stroke what didn’t fit.

Erik’s grip tightened in her hair. “Fuck, your mouth feels good. You been thinking about this dick, huh?”

Y/N moaned around him in response sucking harder, saliva dripping down his shaft as she worked him sloppily. The wet sounds filled the room.

“That’s it… choke on it,” he growled with hips lifting slightly to push deeper into her mouth. “Get it real wet for me. I want you drooling all over this dick.”

She did exactly that. Spit ran down her chin as she sucked him messily, hollowing her cheeks, twisting her hand around the base while she focused on the sensitive head. Erik’s breathing got heavier.

He looked down at her, eyes half-lidded. “Look at you… on your knees sucking me like you missed this shit. You do miss it, don’t you?”

Y/N pulled off just long enough to catch her breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to his dick. “Yes…” she breathed before diving back down taking him even deeper and gagging softly as the head hit the back of her throat.

“Fuuuck,” Erik hissed, his hand guiding her head as he slowly fucked her mouth. “Just like that. Keep gagging on it. I love that shit.”

She worked him eagerly. Spit dripped down onto his balls and she reached down to massage them earning a deep moan from him.

Erik’s abs flexed every time she took him deep. His breathing got heavier as he got closer.

Erik groaned deeply. “Fuck… get up here.”

He pulled her off his dick with a wet pop and yanked her up onto the couch. In one motion he sat back against the cushions and pulled her on top of him. His spit-slick dick rested hard against her stomach as he gripped her hips.

“Ride me,” he demanded. “I want this pussy right now.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She reached between them, wrapped her hand around his heavy dick, and lined him up with her dripping entrance. She rubbed the fat head up and down her wet folds a few times before slowly sinking down.

“Fuuuuck…” she moaned as he stretched her open.

Erik’s head fell back against the couch.“Goddamn, this pussy tight as hell. Keep going, baby. Take all this dick.”

She worked herself down until her ass was flush against his thighs. The feeling was overwhelming. Y/N let out a shaky whimper adjusting to his size while her walls clenched around him.

Erik gripped her ass with both hands to spread her open. “That’s it. Look at you swallowing my whole dick. Now ride it.”

Y/N started moving. The wet squelching sounds were loud as she lifted up and slammed back down as her juices coated his dick and dripped down his balls.

“Shit, just like that,” Erik groaned watching where they were connected. “Look how wet you got my dick. You been needing this, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” she moaned picking up the pace. She braced her hands on his chest and started bouncing harder, ass clapping against his thighs with every drop.

“Fuck me back,” she gasped.

Erik smirked as he gripped her hips tighter and started fucking up into her hard. The couch creaked under them as he pounded into her pussy.

“This what you been ignoring?” he growled eyes locked on her bouncing tits. “This dick been waiting on you and you was playing games.”

He sat up suddenly as he wrapped one arm around her waist and sucked hard on her nipple while he fucked her senseless. Y/N cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him faster grinding her clit against him with every thrust.

Erik pulled back just enough to look at her face. “Ride this dick like you sorry. Show me how much you missed it.”

Y/N started bouncing harder. Her pussy was creaming all over his dick. Erik groaned loudly, one hand slapping her ass hard before gripping it again.

“Goddamn, you soaking me, baby. This pussy talking to me and everything.”

He leaned back again letting her take control. Y/N rode him like she was possessed.

Erik’s abs flexed with every thrust. “Keep fucking me just like that. I want this pussy to remember who it belongs to.”

But right as his breathing started getting ragged and his grip tightened, he suddenly sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and stood up with her still on his dick.

Y/N gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the hallway like she weighed nothing.

He kicked open the bedroom door, tossed her onto the bed, and flipped her over roughly.

“Face down, ass up,” he ordered. “Now.”

Y/N arched her back quickly pressing her chest into the mattress and lifting her ass high for him. Erik smacked her ass hard.

“This what you made me wait for?” he growled. He smacked her ass harder this time watching it jiggle. “Months of ignoring my fucking texts… acting like this pussy wasn’t mine.”

He lined his dick up with her dripping hole and slammed in deep in one thrust.

“Fuuuuck!” Y/N cried out gripping the sheets.

Erik didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her, his balls slapping against her clit with every punishing stroke.

“This my pussy,” he grunted smacking her ass again. “Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she moaned loudly pushing back against him.

He gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her even harder.

“I can’t hear you,” he growled. “Who the fuck does this pussy belong to?”

“It’s yours, Erik!” she cried out. “It’s your pussy!”

“That’s right,” he snarled smacking her ass repeatedly. “You been keeping my shit away from me. Now take this dick like you owe me.”

He fucked her mercilessly. The bed creaked loudly under them. Y/N’s moans turned into broken whimpers as he hit that spot over and over.

Erik reached down and rubbed her clit while still pounding into her. “You better cum on this dick. Right now. Don’t hold that shit.”

The combination of his aggressive strokes, the sting from his smacks, and his fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge fast.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed as her pussy clamped down hard around him gushing wetly as her orgasm ripped through her.

“Fuck yes,” Erik groaned fucking her through it. “That’s my good girl. Cream all on this dick.”

He kept thrusting through her orgasm for a few more strokes before he suddenly pulled out with a wet sound. He stroked his dick fast aiming at her back.

“Shit— I’m about to nut,” he growled.

Thick ropes of cum shot across her back in heavy spurts. Erik moaned loudly as he emptied himself, painting her skin from her shoulder blades all the way down to the curve of her ass. He kept stroking until every drop was out.

“Fuck…” he panted looking down at the mess he made on her.

He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck softly.

“Don’t move,” he murmured.

He got up and walked to the bathroom. Y/N heard the sink running for a few seconds before he returned with a warm cloth. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped her back cleaning his cum off her skin with gentle strokes. The warm cloth felt soothing against her skin.

Once he was done he tossed the cloth toward the hamper and gently flipped her over onto her back. He laid down beside her pulling her into his chest. Y/N curled up against him, one leg draped over his, her head resting on his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath.

The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing slowly settling. Erik’s hand rubbed slow circles on her back while her fingers traced patterns over his scars.

After a couple minutes, Y/N let out a soft laugh.

“So… that honey pack really had you acting different tonight,” she teased. “I thought you were gonna tear my ass up.”

Erik chuckled lowly. “That shit had me gone. I was trying to behave in front of everybody, but my dick had other plans.”

Y/N smiled against his skin relaxing further into him.

The silence returned for a little while before Erik spoke again.

“…Why you been ignoring me, Y/N?”

Y/N froze for a second her fingers stopping their movement. She stayed quiet as she stared at the ceiling.

He waited patiently still rubbing her back.

She finally let out a shaky breath.

“I got scared,” she admitted softly. “That night… it felt like too much. I’ve liked you for years, Erik. Like, really liked you. And when we crossed that line, it hit me how deep it was. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just… shut down. Ignoring you felt safer than admitting how I felt.”

She paused.

“I thought if I ignored it long enough, the feelings would go away. But they didn’t.”

Erik was quiet for a moment, processing her words. Then he tightened his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

“I wish you would’ve told me that instead of disappearing on me,” he said gently. “I’m not mad at you for being scared. But I need you to talk to me next time. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ve been feeling you for a long time too.”

He tilted her chin up so she could look at him.

“I’m not perfect, and I know I got a lot going on with adjusting back to civilian life… but I want this. I want you. We don’t gotta rush or put a label on it right now if you not ready. But I’m done with the ignoring part. If you scared, tell me. If you need space, tell me. Just don’t shut me out again. Aight?”

Y/N searched his eyes for a second, then nodded slowly, feeling some of the weight lift off her chest.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I won’t shut you out again.”

Erik gave her a small smile and pulled her closer before kissing her forehead.

“Good. Now bring your ass closer and let me hold you properly.”

She smiled softly and snuggled deeper into his chest, finally relaxing as his arms wrapped around her tightly. The silence that followed felt peaceful this time.

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Whewww, I know I was supposed to post this earlier but college had me super busy 😭 I’m finally on summer break now, so I should be able to upload consistently!

ENOUGH SAID. 💗✨🤏🏾

WHAT STANDARDS CAN LOOK LIKE 🌷

I’ve came up with a few of my own that I’ve been practicing to go by:

Emotional standards:

* Not accepting disrespect, manipulation, or constant inconsistency

* Wanting communication instead of confusion

* Choosing people who make you feel safe, not anxious all the time

* Walking away from environments that drain you

Relationship standards:

* Expecting honesty, effort, loyalty, and reciprocity

* Not settling just because you fear being alone

* Wanting someone who aligns with your values, goals, and faith

* Requiring actions to match words

Personal standards:

* Taking care of your body, hygiene, sleep, finances, and mental health

* Keeping promises to yourself

* Protecting your time and energy

* Building discipline even when emotions fluctuate

Spiritual standards ✨

* Staying connected to God

* Being mindful of what influences your spirit

* Choosing peace over chaos

* Not abandoning yourself to keep others comfortable

A lot of women begin establishing standards after realizing:

* they’ve overextended themselves,

* accepted bare minimum behavior,

* ignored red flags,

* or constantly put others before themselves.

health tech, facial recognition, motion sensors, speech-to-text, anything that has ever tried to prevent crime, like.

it's extremely noticeable and usually the reaction from a room being told this is to shrug and say "that sucks" and not press the issue further. it's really fucking telling whenever a black person has to struggle with the soap and towel dispensers in a bathroom like wtf

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