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Rooftop Solo 🥀🖤

Summary: They had both died. But now he was here to set things right. He couldn’t let go what had happened to them both. It was too awful— they didn’t deserve what had happened to them. Shelly especially. Eric’s hands clenched at the memory, his eyes squeezing shut in discomfort. He didn’t come back here to be reminded of the past. He came here to take a moment to rest.

(Solo moment for Eric needing a break and thinking of the past)

Tags:Masturbation,Sentimental,Romance,Depression,Lost Love,Shelly is not actually in this fic,Past Character Death,Plot What Plot/PWP,Just wanted an excuse to write Eric being deliciously whiny, Drabble

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He was alone.

They had both died. But now he was here to set things right. He couldn’t let go what had happened to them both. It was too awful— they didn’t deserve what had happened to them. Shelly especially. Eric’s hands clenched at the memory, his eyes squeezing shut in discomfort. He didn’t come back here to be reminded of the past. He came here to take a moment to rest.

Admitting that seemed like such a sin. Eric felt the weight of expectation upon him, as heavy as a crow on his shoulder, to get the revenge they both deserved. Despite how seemingly immortal his body was now, he still grew weary from running from place to place and healing from whatever damage he received. Yet despite his weariness, he couldn’t relax. He was too tense and ready to react at a moment’s notice. Eric thought coming back here would help with that. At least this place was safe as much as it was familiar.

Opening his eyes again, he forced himself to relax his hands. Eric did his best to remember the apartment as it once was, full of soft lighting and lush colors. Velvets and patchwork pieces of furniture that made everything feel comfortable and warm. Following his memory, he walked over to their shared desk and opened the drawer to the right to pull out the photos hidden there. It was photos of Eric and Shelly together with smiles on their faces as they held one another close. Silly fleeting photos he had taken just because he wanted the memory with him. It all seemed so long ago. Eric ignored the wedding magazine hidden under all the photos in the drawer, the bitter reminder too sharp on his heart. Instead he took one particular photo from the pile. It was a picture of Shelly by herself with a soft look in her eyes as her hair curled around her face prettily. She looked soft and loving as she stared back at the camera with a small smile on her lush lips.

Eric was entranced by the photo as he made his way over to the nearby lounge chair. It was plush enough to settle into comfortably as he was lost in the small photo in his hand. Shelly….he missed her so much. He could just imagine her sweet voice murmuring to him as they both went about their daily lives. And her eyes— they captured his heart the first time he saw her. Eric let out a soft sigh at the memory, his thumb unconsciously brushing against her face in the photo.

“Shelly….” The name left his lips like a prayer, only it was too forlorn to truly be one. Eric couldn’t help but think of their first kiss. It had been so slow and passionate, full of longing from weeks of flirting with one another. Soon after that he was getting kisses like that nearly every day. He loved how she lingered in each kiss, truly savoring it as if it could be the last. At the time he simply thought it was a sweet quirk of hers, how little did he know how much that lingering kiss would mean to him.

“Mm…”

Then there was the way she touched him. So desperate and gentle— it drove him wild how she touched his skin with slow determination. She did whatever she could to make him ache for her. The way her nails scratched against his skin or smoothed along the contours of his body followed by the soft press of her lips. He often returned the favor, letting his own lips taste her soft skin with unrestrained relish.

God her body— he loved how soft and supple she felt under his hands. Her flesh yielding to his firm touch to turn into violet blossoms on a pale canvas if he wished it. Eric loved pressing his teeth to her neck and feeling her pulse under his tongue. He loved feeling the curve of her ribs under his fingertips and the way her back arched in response to his seeking hands. He loved knowing that she loved every mark her placed upon her and that she would wear it with simmering pride the next day.

Eric put his free hand up to cover his mouth as his breathing grew heavy and his body got hotter. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins, reminding him of what it was like to be alive. Was it so wrong to indulge in such desires? To remember the pleasure he once received from the love between them? Could he be allowed this one moment of weakness? The photo in Eric’s hand fell to the floor as his eyes closed.

“Shelly….” Eric’s free hand softly trailed over his chest as she once did, dipping down from his collarbone, over his sternum, down to the waistline of his pants. Shelly in his mind teased along the waistband, letting her fingers dance around the v of his hips and his stomach. She looked up at him from where she knelt between his legs, a mischievous smirk on her face as she brushed her hands up his torso once more to slide over his chest. She purposely brushed her hands over his nipples, eyes lighting up with how a soft whine escaped him at the touch. Eric strained under the sensation, his back arching to follow her hands while his face heated pink. It was a guilty indulgence of his that he hardly liked to admit, but one she always loved to feed. Anything to see him fall apart under her hands. She didn’t linger long and instead chose to press kisses over his clothed chest while her hands followed their path down.

Just relax Eric. Let me take care of you.

“Mmf—“ He pressed his hand harder to his mouth as his free hand gently rubbed against the growing bulge underneath the shiny leather of his pants. Shelly was teasing him again, palming his hardening length just enough to make him pant. Fuck he wanted her so badly. He wanted to be in her—to complete her and fill her and feel her.

Eric couldn’t help himself as he reached down to swiftly undo the buttons of his pants, making him sigh as the pressure was thankfully removed. He didn’t pull himself out of his boxers quite yet. Shelly would tease him further by kissing along his clothed length. It was so much, so overwhelming as the pleasure grew stronger. Eric was biting his fingers now as her ground against his hand needily.

“Please…. please Shelly—“ Eric managed to gasp out with a low desperate moan against his hand, his brows furrowed in tortured bliss. “I— I need you—“ Finally, Shelly pulled his dick free from his boxers, the smile on her lips bright with amusement as she stared up at him. She had him right where she wanted him.

“A-Ah~ Oh god yes—!”

Eric’s eyes rolled back in his head as Shelly started to stroke him in slow firm pumps. Her lips were so close to him, he could feel the heat of her breath against his skin. It made his dick twitch in her hands as she continued to pleasure him.

“Shelly….Shelly~”

Images of their nights together flashed through his mind. Over and over again they came together, showering each other in pleasure until they both saw stars. Soft skin pressing against one another and the sticky sweet taste of arousal on their tongues before it was washed away by the slick press of their lips. Shelly’s body over his, her breasts bouncing with the beat of her hips as she rode him with long breathy moans escaping her each time she bottomed out. God he loved seeing her like that— so confident and beautiful as she took her pleasure from him. It made the heat inside of him coil tighter as his hands clung to her hips like a life line.

Though it was always nice to see her lying on their bed, hair splayed out in a halo around her face as he thrust into her again and again. Her lips would part in a soft gasp as he filled her to the core, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips and her hands tangled in his hair. He even loved those moments when the pleasure was too much for her and she would leave pretty crimson score marks along his back in an aching reminder of their evening together. Eric would simply bury his face against her neck bite her soft skin in return.

“Ohhh~ Ah— Ah~ S-Shelly~”

Eric’s hand moved faster, following the imaginary rhythm they had together. He could feel Shelly squeezing him tightly and hear her cries of bliss. She was so wet and he was so close. So close. Eric bit his fingers once again, struggling to control the heat building up inside of him. He needed something. Just something more to send him over the edge.

Shelly was looking into his eyes now, that soft look was on her face as she smiled sweetly at him despite the sweat beading her brow and the dark blush on her face. She looked beautiful like this, with her eyes full of emotion and ready to share it all with him.

….I love you….so much Eric…..

“MM—!!”

Hot spurts of cum dripped over his hand as he arched in his seat, his cry muffled by his other hand. His hips jolted as his mind soared, feeling close to heaven once more. Stars sparkled in front of him in a dazzling display before it all slowly faded to darkness.

With a heaving chest, Eric slowly came down from his high as he finally opened his eyes. He was hit with reality once again as he looked at their forgotten home in front of him. Eric’s hand dropped from his face as he took it all in. Shelly wasn’t here. She was gone, and he had work to do. A heavy sigh was heard as he righted himself before standing up. He needed to clean up. He couldn’t rest any longer. Each moment he stopped gave them time to hurt more people.

Eric began to walk away when the sound of a soft crunch under his boots stopped him. He looked down to see Shelly’s photo smiling up at him from under his boot. It seemed like a hollow reminder now compared to the memories he had. Regardless, he leaned down to pick up the small piece of paper and looked it over for a long moment.

Shelly.

“…..I love you too.”

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