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Imagine Part 4:
Rapper Erik and Y/N are official. How are they handling the new relationship?
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“Tell us your name, gorgeous, and where you’re from and how we can connect with you.” 
She blushed into the camcorder with a bright white smile and dark brown eyes. 
“My name is Tasia. I’m from Houston. You can follow me on Instagram at Tasia Marie.”
The videographer panned Tasia’s body with the camcorder. Tasia gave him a sexy pose while seated in the back of a bright yellow 2023 Porsche 718 Cayman. She’s wearing a sage halter dress and her hair is styled in large knotless braids with sleek edges. 
“Tell us a little bit about Tasia.”
Tasia pondered with a cute smirk on her face. She giggled and licked her glossy lips before speaking. 
“I’m twenty eight years old. I love to dance and model. I’m a great cook. My sign is a Scorpio. I love to have fun and just…see the world, you know? Let’s get some stamps on our passports together.”
“I hear that! Now, you’re on set of E-rratic’s highly anticipated video shoot. He hand picked you to be his leading lady. How does that make you feel? Let the people know!” 
“I feel special. Not everyday an opportunity like this comes your way. I’ve been waiting for the moment to star in a video with GRIZZLEY. And plus, backseat interlude is on rotation right now so it’s only right.” 
The video set had a late night, city vibe with wet pavements and a low ambiance from the many colorful lights that illuminated the city of Tokyo. E-rratic wanted to take it up a notch and shoot his video in Tokyo, Japan; one of the places on his bucket list to travel to. He had an entire script to make it like a movie. KILL-OCHO is a wanted man by the Yakuza who wants revenge for coming into Tokyo and making a name for himself. He steals the lead member’s woman (Tasia) just because he could. It’s Tokyo drift meets street fighter. 
The first two days on set were about filming for his hit single titled ‘punisher’ and now he was ready to give a little sexy, steamy realness with back seat interlude. The fans were begging him to make a video for the short song so he secretly decided to add it in the video to please his fans. It was never his intention but he’s glad that he did it anyway. 
“Speak of the devil…”
E-rratic slid into the back seat of the Porsche next to Tasia with no shirt on, flaunting his muscular strength by picking her up and placing her within his lap. Tasia giggled and draped her slender arms around his neck. E-rratic smiled into the camcorder with his diamond-encrusted canines and dimples on display. Tasia couldn’t focus on anything around her except E-rratic. He had her in a trance. Thick, diamond chains hung from his tattoo-covered neck and diamond rings decorated his thick fingers. He smelled like money and looked like money. In Tasia’s mind, she couldn’t wait to taste the money on his plump lips. To even be within his personal space took a lot of strength to keep it together. In her mind, don’t no bitch want E-rratic as bad as she does. 
Not even his girl friend Y/N.
“What are we about to get into KING KILLMONGER? Let the fans know.”
E-rratic gave a deep chuckle that vibrated his chest. Tasia could feel the rumble and she shivered in his grasp. E-rratic turned to look at her, his obsidian eyes low and wanton. 
“This lucky girl gettin’ that exclusive treatment. We about to film back seat interlude. Gotta give the fans what they want, feel me?”
“And what’s that?” The videographer asked.
“Straight sexiness.” E-rratic replied.
Tasia blushes before pressing her face into E-rratic’s neck taking in a whiff of his Versace Dylan Blue cologne. He tapped the side of her hip to get her attention and Tasia discreetly gripped his hand to try and place it on her ass. This isn’t the first time she tried to get him to do something in between takes. 
“Looks like everything is a go. Y’all ready?”
Hype Williams walked over to the car to make sure everything was good to go before he called action. E-rratic gave him a thumbs up while positioning Tasia to straddle his lap. She playfully bounced on him, her ass jiggling out of control. 
“Aye, chill out,” E-rratic gave her a smirk but his tone was icy, “just do your part, girl. Sit and be pretty.”
Hype Williams walked away laughing. 
“That’s no fun,” Tasia whispered, “You know what I want.”
“Yeah, I know. And you ain’t getting it.” E-rratic replied with a hushed tone. 
“Not fair. I want what you gave that groupie on your tour bus…”
E-rratic ignored her and Tasia didn’t like that. She was going to get it out of him one way or another. 
“ACTION!”
We gon’ fuck for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seat…
The water on set came pouring down like rain over the car. A neon blue light covered their bodies causing the white of their teeth, the diamonds they were wearing, and the green of Tasia’s dress to pop. Kill pressed his lips against Tasia’s ear as if he were sensually whispering the lyrics of the song to her. As if it were his own words serenading her. Tasia arched her back and combed her nails through E-rratic’s locs. 
Watch how I blow that back out make yo’ pretty ass tap out…
Tasia looked into the camera with a seductive gaze while E-rratic continued to spit his explicit lyrics. His hands dragged from her back to her ass where he cuffed her booty for extra emphasis on the back he was going to blow out. Tasia started grinding her hips in E-rratics lap and biting her lip. 
Fat ass on you girl I had to take that pussy in the back of my Audi 
Got your face down and that ass to the north (damn that arch is nice)
“CUT!”
E-rratic gave Tasia a little push and she slid off of his lap and to the seat next to him. E-rratic climbed out and walked off for a smoke break so Tasia could have some screen time alone. She’s supposed to flaunt in front of the camera while the song plays in the background for added sexiness. As the camera zoomed in to her, Tasia moved her body in time to the lyrics. When E-rratic said to arch your back, she was face down, ass up in the back seat with her tiny dress almost revealing the lack of underwear. 
E-rratic entered his trailer and cracked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of his vanity where his weed and pre-rolled blunts are. After taking a swig of alkaline water, Erratic sparked up a blunt. Blunt hanging between his thick lips, he pulled up his special girl’s number and FaceTimed her back at the hotel. After the third ring, she  answered with a towel wrapped around her body and her expensive bundles clipped to the top of her head so it wouldn’t get wet. 
“Hey, baby girl. I miss you.”
“Mhm. Not enough if you’re not here with me right now.” Y/N replied. 
E-rratic’s eyes roamed over her body covered in a fluffy white towel. The amount of soft, brown skin that teased him was enough to make him go back to her. She gave him a look with an arched brow, challenging him to come to her and that was E-rratic’s favorite look. He loved it when Y/N got sassy with him. It let him know she wanted to get fucked harder. Longer. With his long dick. He chuckled when she turned around to tease him, bending over in the camera and shaking her ass from left to right. 
“You know daddy got work to do. I thought you said you love that I’m a hard worker?”
“I do, but it’s going on day three of this shit and I haven’t been able to properly enjoy you.” 
“Whatchu ‘bout to do?” E-rratic leaned into the camera with his blunt between his fingers, “Don’t do nothing that’s gonna get you in trouble, sexy. Thought I told you that pussy is off limits when I’m away? Don’t be hard headed.”
“Or what?” Y/N spoke defiantly, “Because you’re all the way over there, and I’m here. Can’t discipline me through the phone, Erik.”
“You talk so much shit and when I show up you sing a different tune. But I love it though, you real cute, baby.” 
Y/N rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the edge of their hotel bed to apply some vanilla oil to her skin. 
“Is that chick behaving herself or do I have to pull up?”
E-rratic’s intense stare and slight smirk distracted her for a second. She smiled at him before blowing him a kiss and licking her top lip lustily. 
“I got it under control. You know the ladies love E-rratic. How do you think I got you?”
He gave her a charming, dimpled smile.
“How many times do I have to remind you that you belong to me now and those bitches don’t stand a chance?” 
“You right. And you already know where I stand. So don’t waste your energy on these hoes. It’s me and you.” 
“Actions speak louder than words…”
E-rratic could sense the lack of confidence in her voice. Clearly, no amount of words will make her feel any better. It’s what comes with the lifestyle. E-rratic is a wanted man. No matter where he goes, some chick will throw themselves at him. They drop the panties for him, take off their bras for him, cheat on their men for him, risk it all to get some of that dick from him. That’s just how it is. It’s been years since he’d been in a committed relationship. He never imagined himself being where he is right now with Y/N; a fan. Respectfully, she’s more than a fan to him. He couldn’t explain it, but it was something about her. She had something that he couldn’t resist. 
“And haven’t I proven to you that I’m all about you?” E-rratic said, tilting his head into the camera. 
“Yes,” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, “Maybe I still can’t believe that I’m with you.”
“You’re rare, baby. I can’t believe the hold you have on me too. You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”
Y/N got comfortable on her side, one hand holding the front of her towel while the other propped her head up. The curve of her hip beneath that towel had E-rratic’s mouth watering. 
“What’s that?”
“…How you woke me up this morning with my dick in your mouth. Those pretty brown eyes staring up at me.”
“I could use some dick in my mouth right now if you were here with me,” Y/N said.
“Just your mouth?” E-rratic replied with faux shock, voice holding a bit of rasp.
“Of course not. That’s just the beginning. This pussy too.” 
“Mhm,” E-rratic took a hit from his blunt, allowing the purple haze strain to crowd his senses, “Daddy’s pretty pussy?”
Y/N gave him a sluggish nod of her head with a tantalizing bite of her lower lip. 
“I’ve been thinking about that phat pussy all day. That shit is mine.” 
“All yours,” Y/N said with a giggle.
“I got some time to kill, take that towel off and show me that pussy.”
E-rratic didn’t waste time. He sat up in his seat, pecks jumping and ab muscles flexing. Y/N couldn’t see his lower half that well, only the band to his white Calvin Klein’s. That brought her back to his recent Calvin Klein ad. Y/N made herself comfortable on her back facing the camera. She took the towel off and spread her legs to reveal her wet pussy to E-rratic. His deep grunt sent shivers down her spine.
“I want that pussy in my mouth so bad right now. First thing ima do when I get back is stick my tongue so far up your pussy…Fuuck.”
Y/N spread her lips for him so he could get a better look at how soaked she is for him. The contrast of her designer acrylics against the smooth, glistening flesh of her folds almost had him foaming at the mouth. 
“When I get to you, I’m a have you crying.”
“You know I can’t wait for that. You can find me ready and in position on the couch as soon as you get here.”
“Hmm…it’s like that?” E-rratic grabbed his crotch.
“All for you, Erik.”
“I love it when you say my name…it just rolls off your tongue all sexy and shit,” E-rratic smirked, “You gon’ moan my name?”
“Moan, sing, shout, all that,” Y/N replied. 
“That’s a good girl—give me a second, I’m coming—they want me back on set—”
“They can wait.” 
Y/N brought two wet fingers to her mouth to lick her juices off. E-rratic watched her with so much concentration. He slowly licked his lips as if he were the one enjoying her taste. If he could lick the screen and sample a taste, he would. 
“Aren’t you so lucky that you get to have all of this?” Y/N said.
“Shit, aren’t you so lucky that you get to sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”
The thought alone had Y/N rubbing circles on her clit. Her head went back and she let out soft moans that bounced off of the walls of his trailer. 
“Can’t believe your favorite rapper eats that pussy up, huh?” E-rratic strained his neck to see if anyone was waiting outside of his trailer, “Got me talkin’ crazy right now…”
“Please hurry up, I need you,” Y/N moaned.
“I promise…hey…look at me…get your fingers off my pussy…I promise I’ll come straight to you when I’m done.”
Y/N kisses her teeth and to both of their disappointment, she closes her legs and sits up on the bed. Full titties with stiff nipples met his eyes and it didn’t make things better. The way his dick throbbed, you would think it was ready to burst through his zipper. The ache was uncomfortable and he didn’t know how he was going to be able to conceal a brick hard dick from Tasia. Have her thinking a torpedo is ready to blast off up her pussy with how hard he is. 
“Aight, we gotta behave ourselves. Go put on a robe and order yourself something to eat. Give me another hour and I’ll be right to you, baby girl. We can fuck with Joshi Luck on in the background.”
Y/N gave E-rratic an adorable pout with sad eyes. He picked up his phone and puckered his lips to give her a couple kisses through the phone. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he came back to that hotel. He already knew that she was going to make herself cum at least twice. 
“You’re gon’ be a good girl for me?” E-rratic questioned. 
“I promise.” Y/N replied innocently.
“Aight, we’ll see. I’ll hit you when I’m on the way.” 
E-rratic ended the FaceTime and left his trailer so he could get this shit over with. As he walked back to set, he had to keep internally reminding himself to get Y/N off his brain until this was all over. 
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How could Y/N describe what being with E-rratic felt like?
Euphoric
Like a dream
Perfect
Her fantasy made into reality 
The greatest feeling in the world
Not one word could perfectly express how she felt being with Erik. Her Erik. E-rratic Leader was her man. Saying that felt so unreal. Thinking about it felt like she was living a fictional life. She couldn’t begin to explain how happy she was. She never thought she’d see herself laid up in his hotel bed in another country wearing an iced-out Cuban link with her name on it or a diamond tennis anklet with his given name on it. 
Just three months after the tour, everything happened so fast. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was this what God had planned for her? Y/N resigned from her full time job, packed her bags—even though he got her a whole new wardrobe—and moved to LA. After the first half of the tour leg, Erik asked her to be his official girl. Y/N said yes before he could even get his words out. She told her family and friends, despite some of their disappointment. Her mother was the hardest to convince. Her father’s opinion didn’t really matter to her since he’s hardly in her life. Her sisters and cousins were nothing but judgmental, and her friends were protective. 
Still, every morning when she wakes up in his California king bed wrapped in luxury sheets with the highest thread count, she can’t believe that she’s sleeping next to E-rratic. Sharing a home with E-rratic. Driving his cars, eating food prepared by his personal chef, working out with his personal trainer, meeting his celebrity friends, and shopping with his money. She didn’t have to lift a finger. He had her set with racks. She could wake up and find five bands sitting on the side table next to the bed for her. He loved giving her bouquets of roses in different colors wrapped with individual bills. 
Whatever Erik wanted, she gave him no questions asked. That’s what comes with treating your woman right. Dick in mouth, ass in the air, pussy for the taking. She wore what he liked, styled her hair how he liked, got her nails done how he liked. Before their trip to Tokyo, Y/N got his name tatted on her hip and her clit pierced with a golden topaz and titanium ring to match the nipple piercings. She planned to do her tongue next. 
Everywhere they went, he would assert his dominance with his arm around her waist and his hand resting on her hip. He’d introduce her as his woman with such confidence and the biggest ego. So why did Y/N feel like it was all temporary? That he would find interest in some other girl and drop her back off to Detroit. It was all too surreal to believe it would last. Y/N dreamed of this. She was satisfied with just one opportunity with him, but to have him every single day, whenever and wherever, it blew her fucking mind. 
With new fame came controversy. Y/N went from 2K followers on Instagram to 1.5 million. She had to limit her comments to avoid an influx of rude, nasty people and she had to stay off of Twitter. Don’t even get her started on the blogs. The blogs were eating her up. Groupie. Hoe. One of many to have E-rratic. Some say it won’t last, others say she won’t be the same when her heart gets broken. She had to block all of them too. 
“When you let the shit people say get to you, it controls your life. You gotta ignore the bullshit.” 
E-rratic knew first hand what it was like. He had to learn to live his life the way he wanted and not how people watching him wanted him to be. He wanted the same for Y/N. 
“This shit is new for me too. I want it to work. I really like you, Y/N. Hell, I think I love you. It feels like love. You love me?” 
The feelings she felt for him ran deeper than him being her favorite rapper. She felt as if he were her soulmate. That God sent him to her. It was more than being with her celebrity crush. She got to know him. Not E-rratic. Erik. Erik Stevens. Born and raised in Oakland, CA. A parentless child at the age of twelve. Living with his grandparents and getting into trouble. In and out of jail. So smart he got a full ride to M.I.T. How he met the love of his life in school and how she was going to have his baby before it was all taken away from him. How he turned to music as an outlet to keep his mind right. She felt honored and special to know all of that about him. 
After eating her Japanese wagyu steak dinner and drinking some of Erik’s Japanese Whiskey, she fixed her hair and put on her YSL Cassandra Sandals in black patent. Y/N put on a little makeup with a bold red lip and put on Erik’s new album. She loved it. He was in his producer bag for sure. Some of the best music to come out recently. She already knew he was going to sweep at the Grammys. The imposing beats that gave way to nostalgic bops and transitioned into sexy instrumentals just showed how diverse he was. The lyrics hit every time for her. This was true art to her. 
Take off the top, baby let’s ride
She want the boss, the one own the tribe
Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride….
His voice, the energy he was giving off, the sexy beat, the background vocals of a woman moaning. It was all too much. 
I told her “I ain’t GRIZZLEY, baby, call me SEX.” 
If you my hoe, I call you sexy (yeahhh) 
I wanna see what you got inside
Can you make it say ahhh
Turn on yo side
While I switch lanes to pull over to the side
I promise it won’t hurt
Unless you make it hurt (yeahhh) 
You know them other niggas can’t do it like this (yeahhh) 
The lyrics to backseat interlude had her feeling herself. She knew that she was supposed to wait for him to get there, but she was naked and horny and listening to his voice couldn’t keep her under control. Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her glass of whiskey on the table. She got down on her back with her legs spread open and resumed rubbing her clit. To her surprise, she was still wet from their FaceTime. The song had slowly faded in the background and Y/N paused to play it again.
Y/N took a deep breath and relaxed. She closed her eyes. If Erik were there with her, he would be instructing her on how to touch herself. He’d tell her to start off slow and steady while rubbing her clit. To follow the speed of his soothing voice. She mimicked the speed of his voice on backseat interlude. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the cool air of the hotel room. In her mind, she was envisioning herself sitting between his legs in front of a mirror while his hand did all the work and she sat there like a good girl. 
“Erik…Erik…Erik…”
Two fingers slipped inside and with her other hand she continued to rub her clit. She brought her knees to her chest and moaned his name over and over again. The song had stopped but she was already close to cumming so it didn’t matter anymore. 
“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your big dick inside of me…”
The anticipation was killing her. Every time with Erik felt like the first time. He was made to control her body. The way they’re bodies are in sync is both scary and amazing. He didn’t have to tell her how he liked it anymore, she knew what to do. From the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the floor, to the bed, she knew how to take his dick in every position possible. 
“I’m so wet…I can’t believe how wet I am…”
Hee fingers were damn near slipping into a puddle of arousal whenever her fingers would pump inside of her. Her clit was so ridged beneath the pads of her fingers. She desperately needs his tongue to replace all of this. 
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, shit…”
Hee inner thighs began to quake out of control and her body seized up like she was frozen in ice. Her mouth fell open with surprise and all she could feel seeping between her meaty thighs was her cum. A small puddle formed beneath her. Y/N inspected her fingers and there was cum dripping down to the palm of her hand. She cleaned her digits off and sat up on the couch, tacky skin sticking to the leather sofa. 
Hee phone vibrated next to her and when she noticed his name she picked it up and answered. 
“Open the door for daddy.”
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E-rratic gave BIG WILL the evening off and sent him to his room. There was no need for him to guard the door. E-rratic was rummaging in his jeans pockets, he realized that he left his key card back at the trailer on set. E-rratic pulled out his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the first ring.
“Open the door for daddy.” 
She hung up in his ear and E-rratic could hear her foot steps rushing to the door. She opened it wearing a robe and E-rratic rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. He pressed his much larger body against her small, soft one and Y/N ended up with her back against the wall across from the door and her arms above her head. E-rratic interlocked his fingers with hers to keep her in place while his skillful tongue slithered into her mouth hot and heavy. E-rratic brought one hand down to open her robe while the other hand gripped both of her hands. 
“You smell like sugar and sweat…you played with my pussy while I was gone?”
Y/N was so enraptured with him being there that she didn’t respond. E-rratic smoothed his hand down her stomach until his fingers were separating her outer lips to investigate for himself. He smiled slightly as his eyes bore into hers.
“And I can taste that Suntory Hibiki on your tongue. Turning up without daddy?”
E-rratic removed his fingers from between her legs and gripped her chin.
“You can’t speak now?” He said with an arch of his brow.
“I couldn’t help myself.” She finally spoke. 
“What I tell you? Hm?” 
Y/N looked E-rratic up and down.
“Okay…okay…I see what you want…let’s go.” 
E-rratic grabbed Y/N by the waist and they walked to the bathroom. Inside, E-rratic instructed Y/N to take off her robe and undress him. She removed her fluffy robe and walked up to him, taking off his white T-shirt first. She noticed a lipstick stain on it and her eyes locked with his. He followed her finger and when he saw the stain he kissed his teeth.
“From set. She must’ve done that while we were filming in the car.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. 
“C’mon Lil mama. You know I ain’t get down like that.”
E-rratic planted a kiss to her cheek.
“You tryna ruin the moment. I ain’t seen you all day.”
“I’m sorry,” Y/N tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, “Maybe I should have been your video girl instead…”
E-rratic smirked at her before lifting her chin so she could look up at him.
“Say the word and I’ll do this shit all over again. I’ll make you the leading lady.”
Y/N took a moment to think about it, but ultimately she shook her head.
“Nah, that’s more money and time put in. She just better watch herself before I snatch her ass up.”
“You sure?” E-rratic tucked his chin and gave her a serious look, “I’m good for it, you already know that.” 
“I’m sure. Now, where were we?”
E-rratic licked his lips, “That’s my baby girl. Finish what you started…”
Y/N continued to remove E-rratic’s T-shirt. The more skin revealed, the more she would kiss and lick him all over. When the shirt fell to the floor, Y/N locked eyes with E-rratic while taking off his pants. He watched her with a look in his eyes like he wanted to eat her up. When his briefs were the last to go, Y/N cupped his sack in her hand and got onto her top toes to get a kiss. Their tongues danced and their lips made sloppy wet noises the more they molded into each other. 
Y/N took off his briefs and the way his dick was looking semi hard had her ready to suck it until it was fully solid in her jaws. E-rratic chuckled at her expression and turned to get into the standing shower with multiple jets. Y/N grabbed her claw clip and joined him, not caring that she had already taken a shower before. The warm water painted their skin and Y/N grabbed a soap sponge to clean him off. She started with his back, sudsing him up real good, amazed at how the soap tricked down his spine to his toned ass. 
When he turned to face her, she got down on her knees and dragged the sponge down his torso and then squeezed soap all over his thick pole. She went to clean his legs and feet and when she came back up to his dick and balls, she used the sponge first to clean him, then she used her hands to stroke the soap all over his shaft. E-rratic looked down at her through the curtain of locs that framed his forehead. Water trickled down his body tantalizingly until his dick was free of soap. 
“Suck this dick,” E-rratic commanded.
Y/N opened her mouth and wrapped her greedy lips around the tip of his dick. She went lower, her eyes never leaving his, until he was at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears and removed her mouth, his dick with a string of spit dangling in front of her. She used her tongue to massage the sides of his shaft. She used her lips like a suction for his nut sack just so she could hear him groan.
“This my fucking dick,” She moaned.
“Then make your dick cum,” E-rratic spoke with a gruff tone, “Do what I like. No hands, all mouth, lots of spit. Make that shit nasty.”
Y/N engulfed his dick again and started bobbing her head up and down while her hand massaged his heavy sack. She squeezed his sack to keep him still and the more she did that, the harder he became in her mouth. So hard to the point where she couldn’t suck him all the way down with ease anymore. The vein on the underside of his shaft made it more difficult. She used her tongue to flick the deep vein and he hissed. 
“Do that shit, baby, Gahdamn,” E-rratic’s brows drew together, “Fuuck, I’m gonna bust…”
Y/N was showing out. The slurping grew louder and E-rratic’s thighs started shaking. His fingers turned into fists and he threw his head back. All she could see was that perfect body and the length of his neck. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva covered his dick and she would slurp it up and spit it back out to make it as sloppy as she could.
“Stay on that tip…just like that…I’m gonna fuck you so good…SHITTTT!” 
His ass muscles tightened and a stream of cum hit the back of her throat. He stared down at her with disbelief. 
“You the only bitch to make a nigga nut like he been backed up for days…where you been all my life? Wish I would’ve wifed you up…”
Her eyes sparkled when he said that. He avoided touching her hair and reached for her hands. He helped her to her feet and immediately pressed his lips against hers. 
“Let me wash you off now…”
E-rratic took the sponge and applied soap to it. He made her turn around so that her back was facing him and she placed her hands on the shower wall. He started at her shoulders, then he rubbed circles into her back with the sponge. His dick was sitting between her cheeks and his lips were pressed against her ear. After he washed her ass and then dragged the sponge around to the front, cleaning her breasts and squeezing the sponge so that soap could run down her body. 
“You look good with my name tatted on your hip.” E-rratic whispered, “That let’s me know that it’s real.”
Y/N released a sigh of pleasure when E-rratic replaced the sponge with a soft rag and some sensitive wash to clean her pussy. With one hand he held her lips open while he gently cleansed her inner folds, careful not to get her piercing caught on the rag. When he was finished, he placed the rag on the side of the shower and turned her around to face him. 
“Get your pretty ass in the room so I can have my way with you,” E-rratic whispered against her lips, “All night long, girl.”
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E-rratic had turned the lights off in the room and on the flat screen, wall-mounted TV, he resumed the Hentai they were watching the night before. Joshi Luck episode four titled ‘raw’. That’s how he was getting into that pussy tonight. The episode started off with big anime titties. E-rratic, still wearing his chains, was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on Y/N who has her ass in the air. She’s looking back at him over her shoulder, bouncing her ass in his face. 
He got behind her and put his face in her pussy from behind. Not wasting any time, E-rratic started sucking her pussy from the back with both hands on her ass cheeks to keep them spread. The sound of slurping and sucking  from the hentai and E-rratic had Y/N dripping on his tongue like she sprung a leak. She sat up on one hand and reached behind her to grab the back of his head. She dragged her ass up and down his face and he poked his tongue out so she could ride his tongue.
He could never get over the taste of her. That’s why any chance he gets, he has his mouth between her legs. 
I want it like this now,” E-rratic got down on his back, “Get up here.” 
Giggling, Y/N climbed over his face and dropped her pussy into his mouth. His eyes never left hers and she loved the way he looked below her. Y/N gripped him by his locs and started grinding her hips in slow motion. E-rratic followed her movements with his tongue all over her slit. She bounced her titties in her hands to give him a show and moaned his name. Behind her, his dick was saluted to the ceiling. A hard pipe to sink onto. She reached behind her to stroke him. 
“That dick is so hard. You gonna fuck me good with this, daddy?”
He responded with his lips sucking her jeweled clit between his lips. Y/N let out a string of loud moans. 
“The wetter I am, the better it will feel when I’m on that dick,” Y/N looked down at him, “Hurry up and make me cum.”
E-rratic frowned at her and Y/N knew what that look meant. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted and she better not run. He could feel her body tightening up above him. He couldn’t speak with a mouth full of pussy, but she knew to stay right on his mouth. Her beautiful face contorted with uncontrollable emotions and the hold he had on her hips took a lot of strength. His biceps flexed and the veins in his hands almost popped. 
“FUCK DADDY!”
He finally let her go and she fell to her back. Wet beard and all, E-rratic stood up and cuffed her legs over his shoulders, dragging her along the bed, taking the sheets with him. Wet, pounding sounds from the hentai caught their attention briefly. When he turned back to look at her, a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed his big dick at the base and thrust into her. 
“You cum in my mouth like that? Huh?!” 
“Shit!” Y/N shouted.
“It’s wet just how I like it,” E-rratic snapped his hips into hers repeatedly.
The overwhelming pleasure had her lost for words. E-rratic didn’t let up. His dick was hitting spots inside of her she couldn’t explain. 
“Oh, daddy, fuck, how did it get so far inside of me?!”
“Look for yourself, lift your head up and look!”
She tried but it was too much. The muscles in her body seemed to shut down. She felt tingly and weak all over. 
“Hard headed, I said look,” E-rratic cuffed the back of her head, “You listen when I tell you to do something!”
She did her best, lip quivering and all. He would put all that dick inside of her and whenever he pulled out, it would only be a little bit so she could still feel his length. His many iced-out chains clattered against each other with his movements. Whenever he leaned over her body to suck her nipples, her knees would be to her ears and that dick would be balls deep. 
The girth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her pussy, his halls slapping her ass, the way he moved his hips, she couldn’t take it all at once. 
“Squeeze this dick like that again,” E-rratic spoke close to her ear, “I’ll fuck this hole all night just to feel that shit again.”
“I’m gonna squirt!” 
“Oh yeah?!” 
He sat up so he could see for himself. Y/N slapped his chest to get him to slow down because the constant in and out over her g-spot was too much for her. It started sounding like he was splashing into a puddle and then soon she was squirting all over him. He withdrew his hips and replaced them with his fingers. Up and down he stroked that spot to get her to squirt again and this time she went into a shaking fit.
“Mm-Mm,” E-rratic maneuvered her body so she was arched, “Ass up. Don’t act like you can’t take any more dick.”
She got on her hands and knees and arched as best as she could. E-rratic smoothed her hair from her face so he could watch her expressions. 
“Don’t run. Y/N…ASS-UP.” 
He was growing impatient. Groaning and all.
“What I say?” He chuckled but it was out of frustration, “Girl…I wore you out that much? I’m just getting started. One squirt got you tapping out? You should see your back right now…”
She started straight ahead at her reflection. 
“Let me get the whiskey.”
She collapsed onto her stomach. E-rratic laughed the whole way into the lounge area to grab a couple of glasses and the bottle of Japanese whiskey. Back in the room, he tapped her on the ass to sit up and he poured her a fresh glass of whiskey. He looked from the glass in his hand to the bottle before shrugging his shoulders and drinking straight from the bottle. 
“Drink it all the way down, that’s it,” E-rratic bent his head down and stuck his tongue out to lick her neck, “mmmm…you want some more?”
“Yes,” She held her glass up.
“Daddy was deep in that pussy for real?”
Y/N nodded her head.
“I’m taking it from the back now.”
Y/N finished her second glass, “I think I’m good and turnt now for more.” She smiled up at him.
E-rratic took one more swig of his whiskey and he sat the bottle down next to the TV. Y/N got into position with her back arched low and E-rratic inspected her position, deeming it good enough with a slap to her ass. 
“You know your back arched deep when that pussy open from the back,” E-rratic tapped his dick on Y/N’s clit, “You know I wrote a song about you, right?”
He didn’t give her time to respond when he entered her from behind. She gripped the sheets and looked back at him. He locked eyes with her and with only his hips he fucked her, her ass moving like a tidal wave. She could feel him in her stomach. Her eyes went low and she spaced out. E-rratic pressed both hands into her back and cranked that pussy from behind. She could feel the pressure from his hands deep against her back and she couldn’t move.
“I got you now,” He bit down on his lip, “Keep that pussy in the air just like that.” 
“Oh my god,” Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes, “You fuck me so good I swear.” 
E-rratic smiled at her with his canines gleaming in the dark. 
“You throwing it back now? Ahhh shit,” E-rratic slapped her ass from one cheek to the next, “Bounce that ass!”
She couldn’t see the mess she was making on his dick and he wished she could. It was beautiful. 
“I love you,” Y/N said between moans.
“I love you too, mamas,” E-rratic replied. 
He meant it. 
“Aight, daddy ‘bout to cum. Fuck the tip.” 
His hands gripped her ass tightly while she slowly bounced on just the tip. 
“Shiittt, got my shit leaking, ugh,” E-rratic thrust all the way inside of her, “Take all that nut.” 
He groaned and Y/N could feel him throbbing inside of her. As her pussy throbbed, his dick was doing the same. He slowly slipped out and Y/N pushed his cum out so he could see how much he’d emptied inside of her. He used his fingers to push it back in before Y/N grabbed him by the wrist to lick them clean. 
“Tell me about this song you wrote?” She batted her lashes at him while licking his fingers.
“It’s called my only fan. You really emptied the clip!” E-rratic laughed in disbelief.
Y/N sat up and grabbed E-rratic by the hips. He looked down at her and stroked her hair from her face with his knuckles, the cold diamonds of his rings causing her to shiver. 
“I’m you’re number one?” Y/N asked.
“My one and only.” 
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“The video shoot was cool. Y’all saw the pictures. It was giving relationship!” 
“Listen, the amount of tea I have on E-rratic and how he was all over me in Tokyo. His girlfriend won’t know what hit her.” 
Tasia Marie was trending all over social media with the piping hot tea she spilled on E-rratic Leader. Her Instagram live went viral along with a few photos from Tokyo. The first photo that she posted was of her straddling E-rratic’s lap in the back of the Porsche. The second photo was of her holding his room key card. The final photo was of her laying on her back inside of his trailer. 
“He brought his girl to Tokyo and kept her inside that hotel the entire time. While I was on set getting it in with her man, she was at that hotel crying for help.” 
“It’s like she forgot who her man is. The ladies love E-rratic. Why do y’all think he hand picked me to be in the video and not her?” 
A popular podcast was trending on social media as well. The podcast is called Bri and Summer. Bri and Summer are two influencers and models who are best friends and came together to start a podcast discussing current topics. It’s nothing original about it, but as soon as the topic became about E-rratic, everyone wanted to know what they had to say:
“This your girl Brianna here!” 
“And this is summer!”
“And welcome to Bri and Summer Podcast!” 
Brianna kicked it off and didn’t hold back.
“Let’s get into the tea! Y’all know I don’t play around, I get straight to the mess. So, E-rratic is being E-rratic once again, chile! What’s new? He’s a hoe.”
Summer started laughing.
“You can’t tell me his girlfriend—if that’s even what you want to call her—thought that she was special? Somebody give her a hug!”
Summer chimed in, “Your man not too long ago was doing a fan like Melvin did Juanita!” 
“He has community dick!,” Brianna argued, “That nigga got y’all bitches reciting lyrics to backseat interlude with y’all pussies barking. I would never let that nigga hit!”
“Hold on now, hold on,” Their male guest from time to time, DJ Quick, cut Brianna off, “Weren’t you one of those girls? Didn’t you go on a date with OCHO some years back?”
“Okay, okay! Let me clear the air! I did go on ONE date with him. ONE. It was cool, I guess. He took me to this fancy Korean barbecue spot in Atlanta and then we went for a drive in one of his sports cars. Wasn’t nothing happening. That was it.”
“Nah,” DJ Quick laughed, “You are really giving off salty vibes, Bri! Did that man diss you or something? He wasn’t feeling it the way you were so now you’re out for blood?”
“Quick, first of all, it’s definitely the other way around. He wanted some of this ass and I said no. He wasn’t feeling it so he dropped me off back at my hotel and blocked me.”
“Damn, that’s messed up,” Summer said.
“Right?! And yet, y’all acting so surprised by the tea Tasia is spilling! Granted, yes, she a groupie just like the next bitch, but I wish y’all beautiful black women would wake the fuck up! E-rratic is not the end all be all.”
“Brianna, if E-rratic and you were in a room by yourself, you telling me that you wouldn’t fold?” DJ Quick argued.
“NO! I’d rather swallow glass before I let that man hit.”
“I heard he was a great lover,” Summer giggled, “I don’t know… I’d let him hit.”
“There you go! Y’all gotta let go of the fantasy. This girlfriend of his from what I gathered, was another crazed fan who got a lucky opportunity to go on tour with him. He’s having fun with her now, but it won’t last. It never does…
If things could take a turn for the worse, it would happen to Y/N. The Tokyo trip was a dream turned into a nightmare as soon as she touched back down in LA. That bitch from her man’s video went to the internet to spread tea about hooking up with Erik. At first, Y/N didn’t believe it, but the pressure got to her, and she started to question everything. Where he was going and with whom? Why was that lipstick stain really on his T-shirt? Is it more than one girl or just her?
Of course he’s pissed. The music video was out and at 100 million views in less than five days, but he knew most of those views were because of the drama. This one proved hard to debunk because he has a reputation of being a ladies man. Before Y/N, he was single and free to do whatever he wanted, SAFELY. All that mess about raw sex with different women was an absolute lie. All the other chicks except for Brianna had never badmouthed him. And Brianna is just a bitter bitch who didn’t get a taste. Now Tasia is spreading lies just because she took a few photos. 
He wasn’t going to feed into her trap. She knew he could air her shit out but he chose to ignore her childish antics and press on. The old E-rratic would have been the real villain and ruined her life. Despite her opinion of him, Erik’s fame continued to grow. Y/N didn’t think she would find herself getting into heated arguments with Erik about his whereabouts but here she was on set of a photo shoot sitting in a chair and keeping an eye on him. She never thought she would come to this, but the level of embarrassment she felt from what people were saying about her online got to her. 
She couldn’t avoid her friends and family calling her to check in on her. Her mother kept questioning if she was making the right decision being with Erik. As soon as her mother starts to come around, this drama pops up. 
“Miss Y/N, can I get you anything to drink?”
Erik’s assistant, Kiesha, a fine ass full-figured woman walked over to her with a bottle of alkaline water, a brand that E-rratic had a partnership with. 
“Thank you, Kiesha.”
“Let me know if you need anything else. E told me to keep an eye on you.” 
Y/N looked at Kiesha with a curious look, “Why’d he tell you to do that?”
“I don’t know. Just Erik being Erik.” Kiesha laughs.
Oh, so he’s Erik to you now? 
“Oh, okay,” Y/N placed the unopened bottle on a table next to her, “Thanks.” 
Kiesha smiled at her before walking away. Y/N glared at the back of her head. Why was she acting so fucking weird? Ever since Y/N started coming on video and photo shoot sets with Erik, Kiesha has been moving funny. That bitch better get it together before she ends up on her ass. 
Erik was currently doing a shoot for his collaboration with Nike. In just a couple of months, his own Nike Dunk shoe will drop. Y/N was currently wearing a pair with a brown, blue, and green colorway. 
Erik was looking too good. Fresh retwist, skin smooth and covered in tattoos, dimples deep whenever he cracked a smile, dressed down in the best shit his stylist could pull together. Y/N couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. Or could she?
Here comes Kiesha with water for Erik. She even unscrewed the cap for him and fed him some water. Erik thanked her and went back to posing. Y/N sat up in her seat and her eyes were on Kiesha like a hawk. What the fuck does she think she’s doing?
“Let me know when you need something, E!!”
E? Bitch…
“Kiesha! Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Y/N’s blood was boiling.
Kiesha sauntered over to her with that same smile she wanted to slap off her face.
“Yes, sweetie?”
Y/N did a double take.
“It’s Y/N. Uhhh, what’s this with you feeding Erik water?”
“Oh, aha, you know, just helping him out,” Kiesha smirked, “Why?”
“Why? Because I don’t like you doing that. He has two hands. He can do it himself.”
“Not while holding the merchandise. Erik—”
“E-rratic.”
Kiesha chuckles, “Mr. E-rratic gets the utmost treatment. I’m just being a good assistant.”
“You don’t need to do all of that. If he wants water fed to him, I’ll do it.” 
They started gaining attention from other people on set. Y/N was past the point of giving a fuck. Too often these bitches stepped out of line. And the nerve of Kiesha to do it in front of her.
“He instructed you to stay here. Are you sure that’s okay?” 
Y/N blinked at Kiesha like she lost her damn mind. Kiesha raised her brows at Y/N as if she were over exaggerating. 
“I’ll speak to him myself to confirm that.” Y/N said with a faux chipper tone.
Kiesha walked away without another word and Y/N sat in her seat fuming. She needed to take a second before she did something reckless. Climbing out of her seat, Y/N walked off set. As she was leaving, she spotted Kiesha talking closely with Erik. Erik looked up and caught Y/N’s eye, his face holding a stony expression. She picked up the pace of her movements and entered his trailer. Taking a seat at his vanity, she exhaled and closed her eyes. 
Did she over exaggerate? Was Keisha just doing her job? Whenever Erik does his boxing sessions with his personal trainer, there’s a woman who feeds him water through a squirt bottle. Maybe she was being overly paranoid. Maybe Kiesha wasn’t trying to hit on her man. After all, Kiesha knew Erik before Y/N. She’s his assistant. That has to be enough to be on a first name basis right? 
“You got something you wanna tell me, Y/N?” 
Y/N opened her eyes to find Erik staring at her through the vanity with his arms folded across his chest. He looked pissed.
“Not really if Kiesha already told you everything.” 
“I wanna hear it from you.” 
“Why?” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Because I said so. And because we need to talk.”
Y/N avoided his gaze. Erik walked up to her and placed his hands on the back of the chair. He leaned forward so that his lips were directly next to her ear. 
“Well? What’s up?” 
Y/N jerked her knee frustratingly, “I didn’t like the way she fed you water.” 
“My hands were tied up, Y/N. How was I supposed to drink the water?” Erik questioned.
“And she's going to you saying shit like I’m some child. All I did was tell her I didn’t like it and if you wanted water I could do it.” 
“You’re not always on set with me, Kiesha is. Kiesha been my assistant since day one. We grew up together, I trust her.” 
Y/N clicked her tongue, “She wanna be more than your assistant.”
Erik clenched his jaw, “How you figure that?”
“She just acts too giddy around you. I don’t like it. It drives me crazy.” 
“You ain’t have a problem with it before.”
Y/N shook her head, “You’re missing my point.”
“Who do you really have a problem with? Me or Kiesha?”
Y/N finally looked up at Erik. He was staring her down through the mirror with his black eyes. 
“Ever since all this shit with Tasia happened you’ve been on my back. What I gotta do to prove to you that it’s only you?”
“Nothing, you ain’t gotta do shit,” Y/N stood up, “I’ll see you when you get home—”
“Nah, uh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere. We ain’t finished.” 
Erik blocked her from getting out of her seat. Y/N tilted her head away from him.
“Talk to me,” Erik followed her movements, “I’m serious, open your mouth and talk.”
“…I just feel like you're gonna get tired of me.” 
Y/N looked up at the ceiling to stop herself from crying.
“I got my mom in my ear and everybody else. This shit is just too much. I’m trying to be Ray Charles to the bullshit but I can’t stop thinking the worst.” 
Erik closed his eyes for a second before he placed one hand on the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. She rests her cheek on his bare chest, her ear directly over his heart. He wrapped both of his arms around her and kissed the top of her head repeatedly. 
“You can’t let what people think get to you. I’m not leaving you. You gotta have faith in that, mamas. I ain’t say this shit was gonna be easy, did I? I don’t want nobody but you. The only one I wanna see laying next to me at night is you. The only face I wanna see when I wake up is yours. What I gotta do to cheer you up?”
Erik gripped Y/N by the chin with his hand. She looked up at him with sad eyes and a pout. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Erik still had her chin so he could control her movements. The kiss turned heated and now Erik is sitting in the chair while Y/N is on his lap. He broke the kiss and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.
“Like I said, me and you…”
“Forever?” Y/N pressed her forehead against Erik’s. His hands were rubbing up and down her sides. 
“I want this shit forever.” Erik said. 
Soon, his hands were doing the same to her ass. Y/N started sucking on Erik’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started thrusting his hips upward. He shut his eyes and moaned in her ear. She was attacking the spot behind his ear with her tongue. 
“Why would I fuck this up? You're special to me,” Erik lifts Y/N’s cropped shirt over her head. 
“None of those bitches matter. Not Tasia, not the chick from the tour bus, not Kiesha…”
He unclamped Y/N’s bra and smoothed it from her shoulders. Her warm breasts touched his chest and he hissed with pleasure. With both hands, he cupped her breasts and brought them together. Erik rubbed his face all over her breasts back and forth. He spread each breast and rested his face between them. Y/N reached between his legs to stroke him to stiffness. 
“I knew that’s what you wanted. You were acting up just so I could fuck you.” 
Erik started sucking on Y/N’s nipples one by one. She placed her hands over his hands and watched him enjoy her breasts. He would swipe his tongue between the heft of her breasts and then over each areola. 
“Won’t everyone hear us?” Y/N whispered.
“I don’t give a fuck. You know I don’t give a fuck…”
Y/N was wearing a denim skirt so Erik could easily lift it up to her waist and slip her panties to the side. 
“Lift up…”
She raised her hips so that Erik could free his dick. 
“Fuck me just like this, daddy,” Y/N teased him with a bite of her lip. 
With one arm around her waist, Erik tilted his hips up and Y/N sank down on him. Connected, Erik gripped her sides and with his powerful arms, he bounced Y/N at a moderate pace. She braced herself on his shoulders while he controlled her body to drop down on him. Erik would look from the mirror to her face. 
“I got that ass clapping…wet fuckin’ pussy…”
“Ooo,” Y/N moaned.
“This ain’t doing it,” Erik picked Y/N up and sat her on the edge of the vanity. He spread her legs and continued to fuck her. She gripped the edge of the vanity when he lifted her hips up. The vanity shook a little and Erik had to keep his eyes on the door. Y/N took one hand to grip him by his chains. He looked back at her, biting down on his lip. When she started to moan louder, Erik stuffed his fingers in her mouth for her to suck on and to keep her quiet. 
He looked from her pussy to her face and opened his mouth to spit on his dick. 
“Why every time I fuck you, your pussy get wetter and wetter?” Erik questioned with low eyes. 
He brought one leg up to his shoulder and leaned in to pound her. Erik covered her mouth with his hand and locked eyes with her. 
“What?” Erik raised a brow, “Too much?”
Y/N whimpered when Erik started stroking her clit with his thumb.
Erik’s eyes fluttered shut and then he opened them again to look at the door, “if somebody walk in on us I’m not stopping.” 
Y/N’s walls clenched Erik’s girth and he smiled, showing off his gold canines. 
“Do it again and watch how I put you next.” 
She couldn’t control it. Every time they had sex, she couldn’t control what her pussy did. He blamed her for the spasms her slick walls were doing but it’s because of him that it’s happening. 
“Time to put you on your stomach,” Erik slipped out of her and turned her around, “Bend the fuck over.” He said through clenched teeth.
Y/N went flat against the vanity and she could feel Erik lift her denim skirt and rip her panties off. He tossed the shreds onto the vanity and spread her cheeks with one hand. Dipping his hips because she’s much shorter than him, Erik found her entrance and pushed up, slipping inside with ease because of how creamy and wet she is. 
“Fuck this dick. Make this dick cum.” He commanded.
Y/N threw it back on him as best as she could. 
“For somebody that doesn't wanna get caught, you ain’t following directions,” Erik gripped her by her arms, “You ‘bout to have me blowing your back out in this trailer…”
Erik started pounding Y/N while holding her by the arms. Her head fell forward against the mirror from the force of Erik’s hips. On set, the music was loud so Y/N hoped no one could hear, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they did. 
“Damn, this pussy is so good,” Erik let go of her arms and brought one hand around the front of her neck, “Don’t you ever question what we got. It’s me and you, and that’s my last time saying it.”
“I’m gonna cum—”
“Hold that shit in!”
“I can’t! I—ohhhh shit—”
Y/N had Erik’s dick in a vice grip. He groaned and pushed her head forward against the mirror. He could feel warm liquid on his dick and he smiled with satisfaction. 
“That’s strike two. When we get home, best believe I’m gonna tear that ass up. I told you not to cum on my dick.”
He slapped her ass rough and brought her to her knees. Erik took it up a notch and slapped her in the face with his dick before smearing his shaft covered in her cum all over her lips. 
“Put this dick in your mouth. Teach you a lesson to follow orders…”
Y/N tried to grip his dick but Erik slapped her hand away.
“Mouth. All mouth. That’s what you’ve been giving me lately anyway. Use that mouth to suck this dick.”
She lowered her mouth onto his dick and started sucking. Pussy dripping to the floor and not fully satisfied, Y/N was all jaws and neck. Erik would look from the door, to her, trying his best to keep his composure. Y/N pulled out all the tricks to get him to moan. 
“You tryna make me moan, ain’t you? You know I like it when you suck my dick like this…FUCK.”
She savored the taste of him in her mouth. Erik took control with a hand to the back of her head, feeding his dick into her mouth. 
“Just like that…just like that…mmm…eat this dick up…Fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Erik’s hand shook on the back of her head. Y/N stayed on that dick until she had the last drop of cum. When she finished, Y/N swallowed it all and licked her lips clean. Erik helped her to her feet and he excused himself to the bathroom to clean his dick off before heading back to the shoot. Y/N looked disheveled and she didn’t want to stay on set so she decided to leave.
“Here, take this,” Erik gave her the keys to his Ferrari, “And here’s some money, “Erik dropped a stack into her hand from his duffel bag, “Go get you something sexy to wear for dinner tonight and something lacy. Get yourself a new pair of stilettos too…those red ones with the skinny heel…yeah, the Louis Vouitton pair. Spend this on whatever you want. I’ll have my driver pick me up. We got a special night planned.” 
Erik gave Y/N one final kiss. He stopped her before she left to fix her hair and her clothes. Satisfied he popped her on the ass and let her leave. 
“I love you!” Erik yelled after her retreating frame.
“I love you too!”
Erik crossed his pointer and middle finger, signaling to her that he was locked in with her and he meant it. Y/N smiled, doing the same with her fingers, before leaving the set completely. Y/N may have thought that Erik would grow tired of her, but he only hoped that she wouldn’t. 
She finally filled the emptiness he felt since the first woman to ever steal his heart left this earth. Maybe he could finally start the family he always wanted.
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BAD ASTRONAUT
by Floyd Medoza III
In mid-2022 as the world still struggled to find some new normal the people of Houston emerged from their homes to discover a new 36,000 sq ft brewery at Fulton and Burnett Streets, dedicated to providing an "out of this world experience"—Bad Astronaut. Supporting Houston's emerging street art scene has been part of their vision from day one and their walls are covered with work curated by the annual @SprayCityWalls festival. In 2023 Pasadena, Texas, artist Floyd Mendoza III added this on-point wall. Working in a wide range of mediums and styles Mendoza has done work for the Houston Rockets and Crown Royal and is always on the lookout for new ways to stretch his creativity. 
LOCATION: 1519 Fulton St, Houston, TX 77009
IG: @mendoza.creates  @badastronautbrewing
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