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kimsohn · 4 months

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insignificance

pairing . eric x gn! reader about . 2k words, fluff (suggestive) warnings . 16+ cause there is heavy making out at the end, drinking wine, mentions of murder but it's all jokes!!

synopsis . it takes one dinner and a late-night drive for you to fall in love with your fiancé all over again. note . the inspo for this fic was @sohnric's plot twist make-out scene (and this pic) i hope i did it justice 💗 i wrote this on a whim and am posting this at 1am so please excuse me for this monstrosity 😭 tysm @juyeonszn and @mars101 for cheering me on YUPP tagging . @stealanity @invuwrld @gfksn (+ bar)

The background noise of the waiters shuffling around fades away as your two glasses clink together. Vivaldi’s Spring is playing in the background, a piece you’ve only heard once in a blue moon at an orchestra concert. Eric seems to have experienced differently, though, judging by the taps of his dress-shoe-covered foot beneath the table and the twinkle in his eyes.

“Cheers,” you whisper, giddy with excitement.

“Cheers, baby,” Eric whispers back, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin.

The wine in your glass swishes as you take a tentative sip. It’s sweet and fruity, and you’ve already forgotten the name Eric rattled off to the waiter as if expensive drinks were second nature to him. They probably were second nature to the Sohn family, considering the elegance of this fancy restaurant, the outfit he bought that now adorns you, and the sparkling ring that sits on your finger.

You set the glass down next to you, already a little overwhelmed with the elegance of this atmosphere. You knew you married rich, but it never particularly occurred to you just how rich your fiancé is. In fact, you feel a little out of place sitting in a chair that costs half of your monthly paycheck and staring at a menu that you once never would’ve been able to. Despite already being engaged to the love of your life, you’re not sure you’ll ever find a way to fit into the intricate setting that the Sohns have grown up in.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, seeing the glimmer in your eyes dissipate with your overthinking.

He reaches across the table to take your hands in his, running his thumb over your ring. He traces the lines of it, following the swirl pattern as if he were seeing it for the first time. As if he didn’t spend hours agonizing over what design to gift you, so sure that you would reject him if it wasn’t up to your liking.

(You would’ve said yes even if he proposed to you with a lollipop.)

“I feel like I don’t belong here,” you admit, your head hanging low as the embarrassment clouds your features.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, lacing them tightly. Eric is all too knowing of the nagging thoughts in your brain, telling you you’re undeserving of the man in front of you and the wealth that comes along with it. However, you’ve hit the jackpot in the fact that Eric is always ready to argue back with the devil on your shoulder, even if it’s three in the morning and you’re delirious from sleep or if you’re a little bit too tipsy and crying in his lap. Eric, for lack of better words, is always there for you. Even now, as he holds your hands and stares into your eyes as if you’re the only person in the universe, he is here for you.

“I’m going to eat that little voice in your head so it goes away,” he responds a moment later with finality, extremely serious.

The statement is so absurd and unexpected that it has you giggling, and you grip Eric’s fingers tighter as you lean forward and can’t find it in you to stop. All your previous tension disappears when you look into Eric’s eyes, filled with mirth and kindness.

“You’re crazy,” you voice through laughter, reaching for the wine glass to calm your jumbling nerves.

Eric just shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile that reflects your current predicament.

“Crazy for you, babe. Now stop worrying your pretty little head and enjoy your food, okay?”

And enjoy the food you do. The three-course meal followed by dessert has you clutching your stomach after, full and bloated from the amount of delicious food you’ve consumed. You can’t even bring yourself to take a couple more bites of the black forest delicacy that sits on your plate, but luckily, you have the universe to thank for the takeout box that now rests in Eric’s left hand.

His other hand holds the car keys, and as he clicks the unlock button, the Orange Corvette lights up from across the parking garage. Its bright color is exactly reminiscent of the man standing next to you, exuberant and dashing. You felt like a little kid the first time he picked you up in his car, extremely impressed with the interior neon lights he showed off to you in the earlier stages of your relationship. Now, as his fiancé, the car is something comfortable to you, having seen it too many times to count by this point.

He helps you into the front seat before getting in beside you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your headrest as he backs the car out. You’ll never admit this to him, but the view of him looking back and inching the car out is devilishly handsome to you, and you have to fight the warmth that rises to your cheeks.

Once he repositions the vehicle and drives forward, the hand that’s behind you now moves to your thigh. The shiny watch on his wrist glints in the moonlight, and he absentmindedly draws circles on your clothed skin to the beat of the song. It doesn’t help that it’s an R&B track, so every movement of his finger is slow and torturous, and every trace ignites fire against the cloth.

“Eric,” you start, watching as he pulls to a stop before the red light.

“Hm?” he responds, turning his head to face you.

You notice that he’s wearing a singular stud earring on his right ear. You can only pray that you’ll find some strength to survive the rest of this car ride because as soon as it’s over, you won’t let him see the light of day.

“How much longer?” you ask tentatively, like a little kid squirming in their seat.

He rolls his eyes, turning back to focus on the road. It doesn’t help though, because his side profile is just as alluring as his front.

“Couple more minutes, baby.”

True to his word, he exits the main road a few minutes later, driving up a dirt path unfamiliar to you. The road is slightly bumpy, and you’re a little tipsy from the wine so you shift around quite frequently, but Eric’s unwavering, strong grip on your thigh keeps you grounded. The more you stare at his hand, the more sexy you find his hand pressed against the silk you’re wearing.

You’re reconsidering your decision to spend the rest of your life with this ridiculously hot man when he pulls into a forest clearing.

“Are you going to murder me, Eric Sohn?” you tease as he parks the car, swiftly maneuvering the wheel.

You move to step out once he’s done, but he’s faster than you, and he opens the car door before you can even reach for the handle.

“If I wanted to murder you,” he says, holding your arm as you step out, “I would’ve already done so, my love.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you have little to be annoyed about as you survey your surroundings. The dark forest around you is a contrast to the vividness of the car, but nothing seems brighter than Eric’s smile at the moment and the twinkling stars around you.

Eric leads you to a clearing, his hand pressed against the small of your back. You peer over, fascinated at the realization that you can see the whole city from here. The twinkling lights of the bustling city below you are something of a dream, and as you look towards Eric, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.

Minutes like these, where you’re not surrounded by extravagance, are when you truly feel your connection with Eric. Raw, unearthed, and simply pure, you feel like you’re stripped of all labels. You both are just insignificant specks in the universe, and he is truly just some guy to you in this moment, but you know wholeheartedly that this very guy is the one you truly love. You would never have it any other way.

The grin on Eric’s face is infectious as you face him with one of your own. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, clasping them together as his arms find their way around your waist.

“Found this place the other day,” he explains as if he could hear your thoughts, “I kinda regret not proposing to you here.”

“Don’t lie,” you mutter, knowing that he definitely does not regret whisking you away to his private condo in the mountains just to put a ring on your finger.

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. The cicadas chirp around you, and all is silent when he calms down except for your two breaths in unison. His gaze circulates from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes, and whatever triangle method he’s using is working because one second later, you lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

He tastes like strawberries, and you smile against his lips remembering that you’d gifted him strawberry lip balm two days ago. Your man, your sexy, diligent man, following your orders to take care of his lips stirs butterflies in your stomach. The fact that you hold some kind of power over the Sohn family’s heir makes you feel a little dizzy, but your only response is to pull Eric closer and kiss him harder.

The sweetness of both the strawberry scent and the kiss fade as he presses back with just as fervor, adjusting his arms around you to pull you in tighter. The space between you feels unbearable, and despite the proximity between you two, the gap is still too big for your liking. You need him viscerally, every part of him on you as if the very concept of distance is poisonous and Eric is your antidote.

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling back with shallow breaths, “the car.”

You end up in the front seat of his car, the seat tilted backward and you in Eric’s lap. One of his knees holds you in place against your back, and his hands rest on your waist. The position is far too intimate that anyone walking by will know exactly what’s going on. Your kisses have turned heady, mirroring the darkness in his eyes and the way you clutch onto the front of his black shirt. You work on unbuttoning his shirt, but Eric distracts you with his tongue swiping across your lips and the way he softly bites when you protest. By some miracle, you finish moments later, and you run your hands down his skin. He shivers, and everything feels like pure electricity between you two the way his fingers press into your sides tighter.

(It will bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. You’ll simply shrug on a shirt and try to fight a blush as Eric stares at you from the bed shirtless, a knowing grin on his face.)

His kisses trail down your lips, your cheeks, and your neck, finally finding a home in your collarbone, biting and sucking as if it was his favorite pastime. It probably is, with the way he kisses down your shoulder and tugs the strap of clothing down.

Your fingers trace his collarbone, and you hold his head in your hands as he looks up at you. He’s needy and restless, but he’ll always listen to you when you have something to say.

You may be an insignificant speck in the world, but in Eric’s eyes, you’re the whole universe.

“I love you,” you whisper.

It’s all you have to say before he flips you around, pressing you into the dip of the seat as he slides your clothing down. The air conditioning of the car and the ambient music bring goosebumps to your now exposed skin, but Eric makes everything disappear by resuming his previous ministrations.

He looks into your eyes before pressing a kiss right above your heart. It beats against your chest, heavy, and Eric knows it’s only for him. It will always be only for him.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

“Forever and always.”

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stealanity · 5 months

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“ ONE BED. ” ft. eric sohn

genre & warnings : cliché one bed trope, classmate ! au, kind of enemies to temporary heating, fluff, one die joke

word count : 1k>

author's note : THIS ISN'T STEALING. i already posted this writing on my zb1 blog, but decided to write it for eric as well. hope you'll enjoy my new work !

« this can't happen. » you say defeatistly, letting your bag fall to the floor and staring at the room's only double bed. why the bus driver had to decide to stop for the night, letting you run around in the downpour turning into a flood to this shabby little hotel. only to discover that the hotel has fewer rooms available than expected, and on top of that, you end up sharing a room with the one person you can't stand.

and obviously, this room has only one bed.

not wanting to deal with your bad temper, your teachers quickly slipped away to their respective rooms, locking their doors, leaving you soaked to the bone, staring at the bed in front of you.

« there is no way i'm getting in a bed with you. » you declared, pointing a finger at the mattress, your gaze pivoting towards the one and only eric sohn, who rolled his eyes and sighed. the boy didn't care about your reaction, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he walked around you, infiltrating the bathroom, « you're welcome to the floor. »

with a fake, provocative smile, he finally slammed the door of bathroom, locking it, only for you to hear the shower running a few minutes later. a long sigh left your lips as you decided to leave the room to find something to munch on until you can warm up with a nice hot shower. wandering around the motel, you finally came across a vending machine, taking the time to observe what it was offering. after a few moments of reflection, you simply took a packet of bear jellies and a can of coke, before dragging your feet back to your hotel room.

opening the door, you came face to face with eric, who had just come out of the shower room. as he wiped his hair with his towel, you placed your purchases on the bedside table before grabbing your bag to take his place. there's no feeling more satisfying than throwing off your wet clothes for a hot shower — which you did without further ado.

after long minutes of enjoying the warmth, you put on your pyjamas and made your way to the main bedroom. unsurprisingly, eric was on the bed, scrolling through his phone, completely ignoring you. you didn't wait long before sitting down at the end of the bed, looking around you — there was really nothing to do. on top of that, it probably didn't have a heater because of the way the hairs on your arms stood up from the cold. « woah, it's really cold. » you whispered, pulling your legs up to your chest.

until something hits you square in the back.

ready to turn around and howl at him like a ferocious beast, your fingers came into contact with the object he had thrown at you : a sweatshirt. probably his sweatshirt. surely his sweatshirt. frowning, eric gestured to you to put it on silently, just then returning to his own business on his phone. without bothering to thank him verbally, you slipped it on without further ado, enjoying the softness and warmth of the fabric against your skin.

not mentioning the fact that his scent on it appealed to your nostrils.

swivel for crawling on the mattress to get under the blanket, your gaze landed on him, attracting his attention. lying down as far away from him as possible, you put on a falsely threatening face before speaking : « touch me and die. »

a scoff leave his lips, probably due to the nerve you showed, when he had just sacrificed the warmth of his sweatshirt for you. paying no further attention to him, you turned your back on him and closed your eyes, praying that sleep would come to you as soon as possible.

which obviously didn't happen.

a long sigh left your lips as you didn't dare turn over in bed, pulling as hard as you could on the blanket to cover your frozen body. which drew yet another long annoyed sigh from the boy next to you. moving slightly to stare at the dark ceiling, you nibbled your lower lip as you pondered. should you talk? perhaps the best idea for you both is to have as few altercations as possible, but it was going to be a long night if you kept getting cold like that.

so you decided to talk, « you're not sleeping? » you asked, trying not to turn your gaze to eric, but simply glancing out of the corner of your eye, « nope. »

his voice seemed to fade into a sigh, though his answer was short. « why? » you continued, wrapping your body a little more tightly in the warmth of the blanket. « don't want you to stab me the second i close my eyes. » he declared in an amused tone, which gave way to a small smile at the corner of your lips, as you rolled your eyes. so you decided to look in his direction, just for a few seconds, without thinking that your pupils would be planted in his.

« i won't. » you finally whispered, trying to ignore the cute smile that had just appeared on his lips when you said those words. the moonlight passing through the thin curtains of the motel room illuminated his face, which you noticed had just softened.

suddenly, eric's hand came out of the blanket and slipped around your waist, drawing your body closer to his. you looked at him incredulously, unsure of how to react — but the warmth of his hand against your back made you want to snuggle up to him. « you're cold right? » he said in a whisper, pulling you completely against him, and in an instant your body felt warm again. nodding slightly and muttering an inaudible reply, you pulled yourself up against him, keeping your arms against your chest. finding a comfortable position, you ignored the acceleration of your heartbeat as you closed your eyes, praying that the sandman would pass quickly to put you to sleep.

« this never happened? » you say softly, camouflaging yourself a little more against him, seeking the slightest ounce of warmth from his body. « deal. » he replied, tightening his arms around you, placing his cheek against the top of your head while closing his eyes, ready to fall from exhaustion.

maybe in the end, this night wasn't going to be the worst of all.

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 🌟 ) YOU’RE MY STAR — ERIC

[ DAY FOUR ] of the advent calendar !

( 🌟 ) SYNOPSIS . . . decorating mini christmas trees with your best friend wasn't just about embracing the christmas spirit; it appeared to be subtly leading both of you into something a bit more…unexpected.

( ☆ ) PAIRING . . . best-friend!eric x best-friend!gn-reader

( 🌟 ) GENRE . . . fluff, best friends 2 lovers !

( ☆ ) WARNINGS . . . none ~~ WC 700+ !

( 🌟 ) NOTE . . . soph writing for tbz again , who cheered??? i did !! i need to write for them more so this event is perfect for me to finally continue writing for my top ults 🫶 so funny and how its a crime of how i dont write much for them when they r my number ones … im sorry deobis 💔 BUT LMAO what a great way to continue writing for them by writing a fic for my eric bae <33 his red hair has me WEAK.

"Isn't it a bit early for this?" you asked, carrying a hefty bag of decorations while Eric managed two mini Christmas trees.

"Nothing's too early to get into the Christmas spirit!" Eric insisted cheerfully. He placed the two miniature trees on the floor, motioning for you to set the bag next to him. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he began to play his Christmas playlist. "And besides, is it really too early to start decorating?"

"I suppose not," you replied, settling down beside him on the floor, sitting the bag of ornaments between you. As you began unpacking the decorations, it was evident that Eric had once again gone overboard with the purchases. You gave him a teasing look, prompting a chuckle from him. "Enough for next year!" he quipped.

"We've got plenty to work with," you remarked, extracting the last package. "So, what's the plan after we finish decorating these?"

"Hmm... how about we each decorate one for the other? You can take mine home," suggested Eric.

"That's a good idea," you replied, grabbing a silver ornament and smirking at Eric. "Mine will definitely outshine yours."

"Really? We will see about that," Eric chuckled. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Eric reached for a vibrant red ribbon and playfully waved it in the air. "Let's see who can make the most eye-catching tree."

You both instantly were focused on trying to make the best trees, playfully bickering when the other would take an ornament the other person wanted. As the trees began to take shape, you stole a glance at Eric's tree and couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“Why does your tree look like a broccoli?” you teased.

"A broccoli?!" Eric exclaimed in sheer disbelief, his reaction making you double over in laughter as you clutched your stomach. You nodded in affirmation, causing Eric to vehemently disagree with your observation. "It doesn't—wait, now that you say that..."

"See!" you interjected, a playful grin on your face.

"Listen, it's not done yet! Just trust the process!" Eric defended his tree with a laugh, determined to transform the broccoli-like appearance into a splendidly decorated miniature Christmas tree.

Amid the banter and laughter, you both finally completed your miniature Christmas trees. However, as you admired your finished creations, Eric's eyes widened in realization.

You turned abruptly to face him as the sound of rustling decorations caught your attention. Eric frantically rummaged through the piles, only to pause, meeting your gaze with a nervous expression. "I think I forgot the stars."

"No way," you responded in disbelief.

"Yes way," Eric confirmed, a blend of disappointment and amusement coloring his face.

"How could you forget the most important one? See, buying all of this without going through them wasn't a good idea," you chided, scouring through the piles once more, hoping that he was just joking.

Confirming that there were no stars, you stopped and looked at him again. “Looks like we won’t have trees with stars on them.”

“It’s fine—you’re my star anyways,” Eric casually said, the words slipping out without much thought. A brief pause ensued; he stared at you with slightly widened eyes, then slowly covered his mouth in mild surprise.

"Huh?" you questioned, curious about his sudden reaction.

"Nothing," Eric attempted to dismiss it.

"No—continue," you pressed.

"You're my star…" he repeated, his words trailing off, a tinge of warmth in his voice.

"The reason?"

Eric sighed inwardly, hating how you could make him so nervous within a matter of seconds. "You also shine brightly in my life—like a star. And I wish for you every day…" he trailed off on the last part, mumbling it under his breath, yet you managed to catch it and chuckled.

"Is that a confession?" you teased.

"Maybe," he replied.

"That was so corny," you remarked.

"You're smiling though!" Eric insisted.

"No, I'm not!" you countered, trying to hide your amusement.

After a few more moments of playful banter, the two of you stopped and shared a tender gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you suddenly requested Eric to take some pictures for Instagram. He was a bit confused, hoping you would have given him an answer instead, but he still complied.

Following your instructions, Eric stood behind your tree while you stood behind his, pretending to be stars for each other’s tree. After taking a few pictures, you quickly uploaded them to instagram, tagging Eric, who saw the notification on his phone.

After liking the post, his eyes shifted to the caption, which read, “You’re my star too 🩷”.

He smiled at the post, adding it onto his story—what an unexpected but charming way to reciprocate a confession.

TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @haruavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter

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yootaesowlwrites · 7 months

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I Just Want One Tiny Taste - Eric Sohn

W/C: 3.4K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “How many times have you jerked off to me?” + “I just want one tiny taste…”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, roommates, masturbation, nudism, nicknames, oral(female receiving), clit stimulation, fingering, nipple sucking, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), roommates to lovers, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were lost in thought as you grab onto Eric’s door knob and push it open, you wanted to ask him something, but the thoughts quickly vanished from your thoughts once you saw him completely naked on his bed with his cock in his hand and his phone in the other. He pauses mid-stroke as his eyes widen, he wasn’t expecting you to just walk in on him like you did. You lick your lips before a smirk forms on your lips, and you begin to move forward.

“Caught being naughty,” You say. You reach his bed and take hold of his phone, snapping him out of his shocked state, you look at the phone and found a picture of you open in his photo's app. “How many times have you jerked off to me?”

“I… Uh, Y-Y/n, it’s n-not what yo-you think,” He stutters out, trying to reach for his phone, only for you to pull the device out of his reach and lock it, You look at him before placing his phone on the bedside table, feeling a surge of confidence course through you.

“You could have just asked if you needed inspiration to jerk off,” You say. He pulls his hand away from his cock, scrambling to try and find something on his bed that could cover him up. “I would have gladly agreed to be your muse,” You were absolutely calm on the outside, but your mind screamed at you to run away and feel embarrassed about the situation. “I mean… the real thing is better than a photo, right?” He pauses, and you grip the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, dropping it to the floor, you then remove your bra and drop it right next to your shirt. “Don’t you agree, Youngjae?” He swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. You weren’t sure where the fuck your sudden boost of confidence was coming from, you should be running out and hiding in shame at your actions.

“I… uh yes, I… yes,” He stutters out. He watches as you slide your hands over your breasts and down your stomach before curling your fingers around the waistband of your pants, his eyes widen as he watches you push your pants down along with your panties, he watches closely and intently as you step out of them before you take a few steps back and grab onto his desk chair and turn it to face the bed.

“Feeling more comfortable now that we’re both naked?” You ask as you sit down on the chair, spreading your legs slightly and giving him a perfect view of your pussy that was starting to grow wet. He was completely frozen, and you could feel your mind slowly catching up to you, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. “Or should I leave?” He watches as you begin to close your legs, the view slowly disappearing from him when he snaps out of it.

“I, no!” He quickly says. “No, no, Fuck, no… don’t I… wasn’t expecting this,” You nod your head. “I just… this isn’t a dream, right?” You swallow as you now completely shut your legs and press your hands into your knees, building up the courage to stand up and making sure your legs wouldn’t give out on you when you ran for the door.

“No, no it’s not, this is very much real, and I’m starting to realize that I’m probably embarrassing myself in front of you right now,” You say. He quickly scrambles off the bed, falling to his knees and crawling towards you, his hands grip your knees, just below yours, and looks up at you with concern in his eyes, concern that you would get up and leave.

“No, no, why?” He asks. “Why do you feel like you are, because I can promise you that you’re totally not,” You were both naked, and he had a raging hard-on, and now he was holding onto your knees, his hold was burning your skin.

“For interrupting your private moment,” You say. “I should probably go,” You try to get up, only for him to firmly press down on your knees and slide his hands higher to have a better grip on you to keep you seated.

“Oh, no, no, please don’t go… fuck,” He says. “Unless you feel uncomfortable, and you chased your mind, but fuck, don’t go,” You watch him as he practically pleads you not to get up and leave his room. “I just… I just want one tiny taste…” You feel your muscles twitch and your insides twist at his words. “If you allow me… you can totally say no…” You take in a deep breath.

“Yes…” You breathe out. “You can have a taste,” You watch his eyes light up before his hands grip the crease of your hips, and he leans forward, his lips make contact with yours as he kisses you hotly, your eyes shut as you move your hand to the back of his head, twisting your fingers into his hair. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to allow him access to explore your mouth, while his thumbs press against the crease of your thighs while his hand was squeezing the top of your thighs. Your other hand grabs onto his biceps and holds onto it, you could feel the temperature surrounding you shifting as the air became hot and heavy.

He pulls away from the kiss, causing strings of saliva to break off onto your chin as he does, but his lips were instantly on your jaw and kissing down your neck and over your collarbone before reaching the top of your breast, his tongue presses against your skin, and he licks a strip down to your nipple before taking the bud into his mouth.

“Ohh… fuck, Jae…” You breathe out, keeping your eyes closed as the pleasurable sensation goes through your body and builds up in your core. “Hmm…” One of his hands slides over the top of your thighs before it slips between them and pulls your legs apart, and moves his body between them to keep them spread for him. He slides his hand upwards and brushes the tips of his fingers against your folds, making you buck your hips forward. “Fuck, Jae…” He tugs on your nipple with his mouth, and you felt like he was tugging on the ball of tension that was growing inside you instead. You open your eyes and look down at him and saw him looking up at you as he was sucking on your nipple. “Fuck…” He releases your nipple and licks his lips.

“If I knew you were so willing to do this, I would have approached you weeks, no, months ago,” He says. His lips make contact with your stomach, and he kisses down and pauses right before he reaches your belly button. “I’ve wanted you… for months,” You could feel your stomach twisting at his words. “You want this, right?”

“For weeks now,” You mutter. You admit, that you found your roommate attractive when you first moved in, but once you got to know him some more, you quickly fell for him but decided to keep it all to yourself and only share it with your closest friends. “Fuck,” His fingers slide along your outer folds, causing a shiver to go up your spine.

“Are you saying I could have tasted you weeks ago and neither of us said a word?” He asks. You nod your head, and he lets out a chuckle as he drops his head. “Fuck, we’re idiots…” This time it was your turn to laugh, he looks up at you. “I guess better late than never,” He dips his head lower and his lips make contact with your inner thigh. “Let’s try and make up for the lost time,” His fingers slide between your folds, and you feel the pads of his fingers going towards your clit before circling around the bud.

“Ohh, fuck, oh, oh, Jae… shit,” You breathe out at the friction near your clit, your insides were twisting as you felt your pussy twitch at the attention it was suddenly getting, you could feel his hot breath near your pussy and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs, and fuck, it was making your mind spin. “Youngjae, fuck…” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you push your hand against it.

“So eager…” He mutters before his lips attach to one of your pussy lips and suck on it, your eyes shut, and you take in a deep breath. “Hmm,” You take your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down on it as the vibrations from his hum went through your pussy and towards the ball of pleasure inside you.

“Youngjae, hmm, oh, my fuck…” You moan, your lids twitch as your eyes move behind them, fuck, the feeling was sensational, sweat was starting to coat your skin, and you were starting to breathe in harder. “OH!” His finger slides over your clit and slowly rubs over the bundle of nerves. “Oh, my…” His other hand pulls away from your hip and feel his breathing becoming deeper against your skin. “Fuck… are you touching yourself?” He pulls at your pussy lip before releasing it.

“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, your pussy clenches at the thought of his hand sliding along his cock, pleasing himself while making you feel good, “I’m so fucking hard, I need to try and take care of it,” You hear a squelching sound, and it definitely didn’t come from you.

“Fuck, Youngjae, that… is so hot,” You moan. His fingers slide down from your clit, and you feel a digit poking at your slit, his lips push right against your clit, and you could feel his breathing right against the nub.

“I wanna cum inside you…” He mutters, his voice travels through your clit, and you swear you could feel your own juices leaking from you at the words. “So please don’t take too long to get wet enough for me, baby,” Your back arches as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit while at the same time a digit slips into you, you throw your head back and your jaw slacks.

“OHHH!” You loudly moan, your hand on his biceps squeezing down at the sudden jolt of pleasure that goes through your veins, his nose was rubbing against your mound as his lips were wrapped around your clit, his finger curls inside you once it was completely inside you. “FUCK, JAE!” Your chest heaves up and down as you take in deep, rapid breaths. “Oh, my fucking…” Your heart drummed loudly in your ears.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm,” He moans against your clit, and with each moan you could feel the ball of pleasure inside you growing bigger and bigger, and your juices only getting slicker as it grew. A second digit slips into you, and you feel a light stretch in your walls as his fingers pump in and out of you.

“Fuck, I… Jae…” You moan as your head turns from side to side, pleasure fogging up your mind. “I…” His fingers curl inside you, and you feel a shiver go through your spine, your toes curl into his carpet floor and your muscles tighten. “Jae… Jae, I’m…” A third digit slips into you, stretching your walls even more. “Oohhh,” He releases your clit and licks a slow thick stripe over your clit, the friction making your legs shake as the rough texture of his tongue glides over your clit. “FUCK!” You sit up straight as the ball of pleasure inside you come undone, his fingers rapidly pump in and out of you to ease you through your high and make sure your walls were stretched enough for him. Stars danced behind your lids and your mind floated through the clouds and your legs shake from the pleasure.

“Hmm, so good,” He breathes against your pussy, making you push your hand harder down against the back of his head. “You’re so needy and desperate for more,” His tongue flicks over your clit, causing your back to arch. “Let me get you on the bed first,” You feel him place his wet hands on your hip and your shoulder before helping you up.

“Fuck, Jae, your cum on me… fuck,” You whimper out as he guides you towards the bed. He carefully lays you down and makes sure you're in the middle of the bed before he climbs on between your legs, pushing them wide open for him and giving himself the perfect view of your needy, glistening pussy.

“Fuck, you’re just… everything,” He says as his eyes slowly move up along your body, taking in everything about you, every little detail he was able to spot, one of these days he will explore your entire being to find which spots gave you the most pleasure and which ones he should avoid. “I need you now…” You were barely coming down from your high when you felt your hips being lifted and a fluffy pillow being placed underneath your butt. You lift your head and look at him through half-open lids. Sweat coated his chest and his hair was stuck to his forehead, a sight that made your walls clench and your insides twist together.

“Fuck… you…” You mutter and drop your head down onto the bed. You feel his legs touch the inside of your thighs and moments later you feel his cock brush against your folds before they push between them and slide up and down along your pussy.

“Fuck, so hot… and wet,” He mutters and moves himself towards your entrance. He places one hand on your hip and pushes the head into you, your jaw slacks as you feel him slowly stretching your walls and filling you. “Ohh, o-ohh,” He places his other hand on your hip as well and slowly pushes his hips forward to fill you.

“F-fuck, Youn-Youngjae…” You moan, your lids flutter as you feel your pussy slowly being stuffed by him. “F-fuck, I… you, hmm,” His fingers press into your skin, and you reach up and grip onto his bedding, twisting the fabric between your fingers. “Ohh…”

“Fuck, you… feel so good,” He grunts out, feeling your walls squeezing around him the further he sinks into you. “Taking me so good,” He thrusts his hips forward, swiftly filling you and causing your tits to bounce as he does.

“Oh!” You gasp at the sudden movement and turn your head to the side. “Jaaaeee…” You feel your muscles tightening as he slowly begins to slide out of you already. “Fuck, fuck, I… shit,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your head turns to the other side. The sound of your wetness quickly fills the room as he finds a pace fast enough for him yet slow enough.

“Fuck, I don’t… think I’m gonna… last long,” He says between gasps. He slides his hands along your sides and over your breasts before over your upper arms and along your forearms, you release the bedding as his hands reach yours and grab onto them, interlocking your fingers with his. “Fuck, yes,” His stomach brushed against yours with every thrust, and you swear that you could feel his muscles tightening as he does. He pulls your hands until they’re next to your head and pushes them into the bed.

“Hmm, I… we should have, oh, fuck… done this a long time ago-ooohh,” You moan. His lips make contact with your collarbone and moments later you feel him starting to suck on the skin there. “Oh, fuck…” You squeeze his hands, the feeling of his hearing his loud hot breath so close to your ear and feeling his lips suck a mark into your skin was adding to the feeling of your high building inside you. “Youngjae…” You feel your legs starting to shake as your toes begin to curl, you decide to lift one leg and wrap it around and feel his cock slide in just a little deeper. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” He mutters as he pulls away from the mark he was creating. “Fuck, you’re milking me, I’m…” You could hear a strain in his voice as he spoke. “F-fuck…” You could feel his hips stuttering for a second. “I’m…”

“Fuck, let me rub my clit,” You say. He releases one of your hands, and you immediately move your arm between your bodies, you feel his stomach rubbing more against your arm and felt his muscles pulling against your arm. “Fuck, you’re close…” You press your fingers against your clit and begin rubbing the bundle of nerves, he picks up on your breathing picking up before he felt your walls pulse around him.

“FUCK!” He loudly moans, your walls clench as the sound was so close to your ear. His pace picks up as he begins chasing after his high, his mind was spinning as he felt a heartbeat right in the head of his cock and knew he had to get it out. “Fuck, fuck, are y-you close?”

“Hmm,” You whimper out and push your head into the mattress as you feel your muscles tighten, and the knot inside you grow at a rapid pace. “Jae… YoungjAAEE!” Your back arches as the ball of pleasure inside you comes undone and pleasure courses through your body, your eyes shut and stars fly past your vision.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I…” He mutters before his hips harshly snap forward, his body shakes on top of yours as hot ropes of cum spill into you, his hand squeezes your hand as his other hand grips the bedding and pulls at it. “FUCK, fuck, so good, shit…”

“Jae, Jae, fuck,” You chant out as your mind floats through the clouds, your body felt light as it was going through the ecstasy feeling. “Oh, my… fucking…” His hips rock into yours as he eases himself through his high, you pull your fingers away from your clit and move your hand to his side. “What if I sucked you off right now?” His hips buck forwards, your words making his mind spin even more, before he lifts his head to look at you.

“Fuck… you can’t say shit like that,” He says. You open your eyes to look at him, he could see satisfaction in your eyes with a hint of mischief in them. “Fuck, Y/n…”

“And what if I’m not joking?” You whisper. He sits on his knees and looks down at you, your skin glistened with sweat and your chest was heaving up and down. “What if I do that?”

“I would lose my absolutely damn mind,” He breathes out. Beads of sweat rolls down his chest and he was breathing heavily, his ears were red, and his eyes held a mixture between lust and warmth in them. “Another time… another time, fuck, it’s so tempting to see if you actually would, but another time…” He pulls his cock from you and watches as his cum and yours spill from your sopping hole and onto his bedding. “Let me take care of you now… you took care of my problem, let me take care of you,” You drop your leg from his waist and drop your hands onto the bed. “Are you okay… was this okay?” His tone suddenly softer.

“Hmm,” You say as you nod your head. “It was… it was more than okay,” He nods his head and slides his hand along your inner thigh, making you feel how much your juices had splattered from his thrusts.

“Let’s go take a shower, and then order some delivery,” He says. You sit upright and grab onto his shoulders, stopping him from getting up.

“What are we, Youngjae?” You softly ask. His expression softens slightly and he leans closer. “I don’t… want to be a one-time thing,” He squeezes your inner thigh, making you whimper at the feeling.

“Well… I would very much like for you to be mine,” He says. “To be with me, so we can do this a lot more often, and so I can call you mine…” You softly smile and lean in a little closer.

“Then say those magic words, Youngjae…” You whisper, your noses touch and your lips were so close to touching.

“Will you be mine, Y/n?”

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sureogi · 5 months

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ WAITING FOR YOU ( ERIC x READER )

summary It was sweet, but at the end of the day, you weren’t a couple. maesmind no one expected a sureogi comeback so here i am with the tbz angst grind. ill be back with fluffier ones ;D

genre angst, fluff, friends 2 ??, inspo beabadoobee’s apple cider word count 342

Eric always overwhelms you. Not from his words or actions, but simply looking at him. It’s not like he did anything wrong to you, you’re just overthinking. You missed what it felt like to be innocent and happy. Now, constant reminders from others are sickening you. It’s not hatred, because how could you ever hate him after what he’s done to you these years?

You two have been close since you were kids, as your parents were all friends in high school. He was always with you growing up. In elementary school, he wouldn’t leave you by yourself and would always include you in whatever he was doing. Some of his friends didn’t like how you were there, but he didn’t care what they thought. He always made sure you were happy whenever you were with him.

When you arrived in middle school, your classmates kept shipping you two because of what he always did. Every time someone asked if you were dating, he would reply that you two were close as toddlers. It happened frequently that eventually Eric had to be careful about taking care of you so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable by the remarks made by your classmates.

Highschool flew by and it changed your friendship with Eric. He was more flirtier with you and each time he hugged you, it was more than ten seconds. He always complimented you and always offered to do your homework. Even when his or your friends asked if you two were dating, he wouldn’t deny but he wouldn’t answer the question properly — either winking or ignoring the question.

You weren’t dating, but definitely not best friends. Because what kind of best friends sleep in the same bed for sleepovers, send ‘I love you’ messages every night, or interlock fingers? It was sweet, but at the end of the day, you weren’t a couple.

Eric always overwhelms you because, no matter how much he smiles at you or tells you he loves you, he’s never going to try to make it work out.

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ericsprincess · 11 months

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down for your love

You take your car to a car shop for a repair. Your mechanic fucks it up even more.

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“Hello,” you open the shop door and walk in. There is just an older guy sitting behind a desk. He looks up at you, with a questioning gaze.

“My name is Y/L/N, I got a phone call today about my car? Something about some unexpected issue? I think it might have been you on the phone, we made an agreement that I would come later today to assess,” you introduce yourself and see his face light up as he remembers.

“Ah, yes, miss Y/L/N, yes I remember now. I am Mr. Kim, and I am the owner of this shop. I deeply apologize to you, but there has been an unexpected issue with your car,” he shakes your hand and even bows a little. He looks really apologetic, so you already start bracing yourself for whatever unexpected trouble is awaiting you today.

“What happened? I think it was just some routine fix? Did you find something wrong with the car?” you worry.

“Uh, no, you see, uh, it’s just that our mechanic that was working on your car, you know, he’s just an apprentice, and..uhhh…he accidentally broke the replacement part, I am really sorry for that,” the old guy babbles and his face is red. You fight the urge to close your eyes and pinch your nose. Great.

“B-But, don’t worry,” continues the old guy. “We’re gonna order a new part and you won’t be charged for it. It will just take some time again to arrive and I also needed you to come here to sign the additional order paper,” he concludes and you just sigh. Awesome, another at least a week without a car, just Uber with its sleazy drivers.

“Ah, okay, where do I sign?” you ask, and he hands you the papers.

“Here, miss. Also, Eric will show you the car, just a second- ” the old man says and turns towards the back to yell “ERIC!!!! Come here and show miss Y/L/N your fuckup!!!” he turns back to you with an awkward laugh. “I’m sorry. He’s a good boy and actually good with cars, just sometimes he gets a bit airheaded and spaces out. I guess he thinks about girls too much, or something,” grumbles the old man, when a man appears in the door leading to the back of the shop. He’s very young, early twenties at most - an adult, but still with a lot of boyishness around him. He’s wearing his black uniform overalls with the top part off and tied around his waist, and just a white muscle shirt tucked in, all smudged in oil stains. Actually, he’s dirty everywhere, even on his face and nice, muscular arms. He’s not very tall, but seems nicely fit and his face is cute too, even despite being currently crumpled in anxiety.

“Uh, hello? Miss Y/L/N?” he asks awkwardly. You open your mouth to reply, but the old guy cuts in.

“Eric! Take miss Y/L/N to the back and show her everything. Also,” he turns to you. “Eric can also drive you home in one of our cars, as an apology from us for causing you trouble today, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, sure, thank you” you reply. That’s actually nice of them, you came straight from your office and your feet already hurt a lot from your heels. The pencil skirt you’re wearing is also not very comfortable. So you just say goodbye to the owner and go after Eric to the back of the shop, where your car is parked in a big garage amongst all of the tools and spare tires.

Eric leads you to your car, opens the hood of it and leans forward. “Soo..uhh see this part right here?” he points to something. You have barely any idea about the car internals beyond what you learnt in driving school, but you still lean forwards next to him.

“Uh, which one again?” you asked, confused.

“Right here, see?” Eric points out and looks back at you, checking if you got it now. Except - his eyes slide right down your face and end up on your cleavage. And today, his eyes can feast - the weather is getting too hot, so you’re wearing the thinnest blouse you could find that is office-appropriate, and while leaving work you unbuttoned the first few buttons, leaving your cleavage and a bit of a bra exposed.

It takes you a second to notice him looking and another second for him to collect his sight and look back at your face. He’s blushing. Awww, you think, you find it a little adorable that he was not able to help himself and stares, but still is innocent enough to feel embarrassed about it.

“Ah, I think I see it now,” you reply with a smile and he turns back towards the engine and continues, a bit nervously.

“Yeah, so, this is the part I had to replace, and..uh, when I was tightening the bolts, I, I guess I was distracted, and I tightened it too strongly and part of it snapped, so..uh, I really apologize for that,” he stutters. You feel a little bad.

“That’s okay, I guess,’” you smile kindly and straighten up. “At least you’ll know for the next time to keep your focus and not get distracted.”

He nods and you can really see his inner fight to not stare at your tits again and also the moment he loses. You can feel your nipples getting hard under the weight of his look, and you know that he must see it too, they are probably showing through your thin bra and blouse.

You can’t help it but you feel really flattered by the effect you seem to have on him. Especially since he’s so young. It’s not that you’re old, the age difference is just a few years, but you have never gone for younger guys before. Now you can see the appeal.

“Are you getting distracted again?” you tease him and he gets immediately red. “Your boss said something about driving me home, would you be okay to do that?” you snort and he hurries to assure you.

“Yes, miss, no worries! Let’s go, I’ll show you the car,” he takes you to the outside parking lot and leads you to a quite nice car. Even awkwardly hurries to open the passenger’s door for you. How cute.

He jumps to the driver’s seat, buckles up and turns the engine on while you’re telling him your address. He nods, apparently he knows where that is and off you go.

The drive is somewhat silent and awkward. You notice that he’s a good driver, he has the style of someone who grew up around cars and was never afraid of driving. But in spite of that, he’s clutching the steering wheel tightly and keeps peeking at you, as if your presence made him nervous.

And once he notices you’re actually unashamedly looking at him, he gets nervous even more.

You stretch and let out a sigh, on purpose and his breath hitches. His ears are red now and you decide that it was enough of a tease.

You put your hand on his thigh. He jerks and almost swerves the car off the road.

“Stop the car somewhere on the side before you make us crash, would you?” you lean to whisper to his ear and he just nods and does exactly that.

He picks a nice, semi-hidden spot next to some trees, so you take the opportunity, quickly unbuckle your seatbelt, hop over the console and sit straight on his lap.

“One question. Do you want this?” you ask him.

“Yes,” he doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes, please,” he breathes out, looking at you as if he’s scared that if he even as much as blinks, you will change your mind.

You don’t waste time and you unzip his overall pants and pull out his cock. He’s already hard and leaking, the tip almost purple. You raise your eyebrow. “You’re already so hard?”

He laughs, embarrassed. “I’ve been hard since I’ve seen you in the office,” he admits.

You raise yourself up a little on his lap to move your panties to the side, your pencil skirt is already bunched up around your hips. You’re also already wet, so you just slide his cock into you and sit back down comfortably. He’s a decent size and thick enough so you can feel him in you nicely and you slowly start to ride him, your holding his shoulders.

He looks like he’s summoning all of his strength to not cum on the spot and keeps staring at your tits that are right in front of his face.

“You can touch, you know,” you breathe out, and he hesitates “I’ll get you dirty.”

“I don’t care,” you reply and unbutton your blouse. He takes your tits into his hands and squeezes and kneads them while you keep riding him and sighing from pleasure.

He pulls your bra down to make your tits pop out and squeezes them like that, leaving oil prints all over.

“Suck on them,” you order him and he doesn’t waste a second to latch on one, you lean a bit forward and almost suffocate him while he’s sucking on your nipples in a complete bliss. He puts his hands on your ass, guiding our movements and tempo.

You’re riding him quicker now and you can hear the squelching noises from how wet you are, together with the sound of Eric sucking on your tits. You’re close and you speed up and he whines and moans.

He’s close too and your tempo is almost frantic when you finally cum and in a few seconds you can feel him pulsating in you. You fall forward, tightly hugging him while you’re both spasming in your orgasms. He whines, sweaty face nuzzling to your neck as he’s cumming inside of you.

When it’s finally over, you take a moment to relax and take a few deep breaths, and then you’re slumping back to the passenger’s seat, trying to get a hold of yourself.

Eric is just sitting with a blank stare, like his world was completely flipped, so you laugh and wave your hand in front of his eyes, until he snaps out of it.

“Let’s go?” you smile.

He hurriedly tucks his cock back into his pants, not caring about all the mess on his crotch from his cum and your juices and starts the engine.

The rest of the way to your house doesn’t take long, and suddenly he’s pulling up to your driveway.

You turn to him. He’s still completely messed up, messy hair, oil stains everywhere, now with added cum and other sex-related mess. He’s still dazed. So cute.

“Do you wanna come up for a shower?” you ask mischievously.

He looks at you, blushes and smiles. He turns off the engine.

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luv4new · 1 year

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[10:11PM]ㅤeric x f!readerㅤ|ㅤgenre: fluff(?), smutㅤ|ㅤwarnings/includes: fingering, hickey & neck kissingㅤ|ㅤwc: 0.3kㅤ|ㅤnote: welcome back eric <3

“baby! come listen to this.”

eric turns his swivel chair away from his work desk slightly, making space for you to come and sit on his lap. and when you did, he helped put the headphones on you then wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, getting comfortable in the position.

“is this for a new song?” you ask.

“yeah. how is it?”

“it’s good. i really like the beat.”

“of course, i didn't make the beat. what about the lyrics?” he snickers.

he knows you're not a professional in songwriting as much as he is but he still wants to know the opinion of his favorite person. you wanted to understand the lyrics more like he asked so you replayed the song twice.

he grew impatient while waiting for your answer so the hand that rested on your thigh creeps under your skirt. his fingers push your underwear aside to reach your folds, tickling and arousing you. his actions caught you off guard that you forgot what you were about to say about the song.

“h-how am i going to understand what i'm listening when you’re doing that.” you shift on your seat to push his hand away but it only made his fingers reach other places of you more.

“mmm, don’t you find it sexier listening to my voice while i touch you?”

he sucks a spot on your neck, leaving a reddish-purple hickey. his fingers continue to work, alternating between your folds and your clit, until your underwear was soaking wet. you tried to stop your moans but it ended up sounding like a cute whimper which made him pause from kissing your neck and chuckle.

“eric- i really like the lyrics and i think it's catchy. i just don’t think there was a memorable line.”

“thank you for the constructive criticism, baby.” after you said that, his hand disappears under your skirt and he pecks your cheek sweetly.

you were left confused. he immediately stopped touching you after he got what he wanted? you change your seat on his lap to fully face him with your legs on his side. you palm the bulge on his shorts, making him shift his attention from the screen to you.

“you should finish what you started, baby.”

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typeboyz · 2 months

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→ Eric Sohn x Leitora

→ Palavras: 3.3K

ATENÇÃO: friends to lovers, smut, creampie, palavrões, sexo sem proteção.

📌 ps:. sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.

📌 masterlist

— Tudo bem, tudo bem. Vamos fingir por um segundo que não somos amigos. – Diz Kevin, recuperando a compostura depois de rir.

— Não! A resposta continua sendo não. Eu não namoraria com você se você fosse uma garota. – Eric começa a protestar e vocês quatro caem na gargalhada novamente.

— Não era isso que eu ia dizer.

Estendendo os braços, ele faz sinal para que os demais se acomodem. Você, Jacob e Eric finalmente se acomodam em seus assentos, com o estômago doendo de tanto rir.

— De qualquer forma, essa pergunta não é para você, traidor. – Kevin estreita os olhos para Eric.

— Como é que é, eu não querer sair com você se você fosse menina é ser um traidor?

Kevin ignora a pergunta de Eric, com os olhos voltados para você.

— Esta pergunta é para S/N.

Seus olhos se arregalam quando a atenção de repente se volta para você.

— Eu também não sairia com você...

— Essa NÃO é a minha pergunta. – Kevin o interrompe. — Minha pergunta é: se nunca fôssemos amigos, você me acharia atraente?

Você revira os olhos e os três gemem coletivamente. Kevin olha em volta, confuso com a reação.

— O quê? É uma pergunta genuína!

— Sim, Kevin. Literalmente, todos os ídolos são objetivamente atraentes. – Você fala como se estivesse no piloto automático.

— Não, não, não. Não objetivamente. Quero dizer, se você nunca tivesse me conhecido, você olharia para mim e diria "gente, eu quero muito ele", ou não?

A pergunta certamente estava ultrapassando um limite perigoso. Um simples "sim" poderia mudar seu relacionamento para sempre. Todos vocês sabem muito bem que não parariam de pensar na possibilidade de namorar um ao outro.

— Kevin, você está sempre fazendo perguntas estranhas como essa. – Jacob repreende e dá um tapa no ombro de Kevin.

Kevin sibila e ele acaricia a área afetada.

— Vocês dois estão mentindo se disserem que não estão curiosos também. – Ele olha diretamente para Jacob e Eric.

Os dois olham um para o outro antes de voltar a olhar para Kevin e depois para você.

— Sabe de uma coisa? Sim, eu faria isso. – Você admitiu.

Para você, isso não foi um problema. Ele especificou que foi antes de você conhecê-lo, e isso foi crucial o suficiente para que sua resposta não alterasse o relacionamento. Os rapazes começam a se entusiasmar com sua resposta. Você dá de ombros.

— Você sabe o que isso significa, Kevin. – Eric provoca, sorrindo para ele.

— Absolutamente nada. Agora eu sei que ele é o Kevin. – Você dá uma risadinha enquanto Kevin reage com incredulidade.

— Todos vocês são falsos. – Kevin aponta o dedo para cada um de vocês.

— E quanto a mim? – Pergunta Jacob, com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

— Sem dúvida. Você transmite vibrações de marido. – Jacob suspira, seu sorriso se alarga.

Kevin zomba, recostando-se em sua cadeira.

— Por que você se sente lisonjeado? Você sabe que isso significa que ela não pensa mais assim, certo?

O rosto de Jacob fica abatido, franzindo as sobrancelhas para você.

— Por que isso, S/N?

— Bem... Suas vibrações estão mais parecidas com as de uma mãe agora, então. – Você se interrompe, olhando para os lados.

Kevin e Eric caem na gargalhada, apontando para Jacob de forma zombeteira. Jacob aperta seu coração dramaticamente.

— Eu sou o próximo! – Eric diz animado.

Seu coração bate mais forte no peito. Assim como os outros, você se lembra da primeira vez que viu Eric. Olhar para cada membro desse grupo era de dar água na boca, mas o Eric? Era como se ele tivesse preenchido todos os requisitos. E quando ele sorria? Fazia seu coração pular uma batida toda vez. Você gostaria de poder dizer que seus sentimentos mudaram depois que se conheceram melhor.

— Ah. Bebê Youngjae. – Você faz beicinho enquanto bagunça o cabelo dele.

Os outros dois bufaram antes que Eric tirasse sua mão da cabeça dele.

— Você está sempre me tratando como uma criança. E você não é nem um ano mais velha do que eu! – Ele aponta acusadoramente ao se lembrar de sua data de nascimento.

Você se lembra de como ele se sentiu traído quando descobriu sua idade real, mas não demorou muito para ele superar isso. Logo, vocês dois se tornaram inseparáveis. Sua idade próxima permitia que você se desse bem com ele mais do que com Jacob e Kevin.

A personalidade e o humor dele combinavam perfeitamente com os seus. Como Eric disse uma vez, era como se vocês fossem almas gêmeas. Você se lembrou de como suas orelhas ficavam quentes quando ele dizia isso. Felizmente, ele não percebeu. Você estava praticamente ferrada agora.

— Você ainda é mais jovem do que eu. – Você provoca, sorrindo para ele.

Ele retribui o olhar, com a mandíbula saliente.

— Isso não é justo. Você respondeu aos dois...

— Tudo bem, eu também achei você atraente. – Você admite.

Eric tenta conter um sorriso enquanto os outros dois fazem "ooh" novamente. Você revira os olhos, ignorando as batidas do seu coração. Admitir isso para Eric fez você se sentir muito mais vulnerável.

— Ok, por que não sou mais atraente? – Eric inclina a cabeça, aguardando uma resposta que você não tinha.

Sair com Eric era muito divertido, por isso você fazia isso constantemente. Entretanto, esse não era o único motivo, você não conseguia tirá-lo da cabeça. Você pensava nele todas as noites, inclusive quando...

— Porque você é irritante! – Você tenta rir para disfarçar seu nervosismo crescente.

Para seu desgosto, pode sentir suas bochechas começarem a esquentar.

— Isso é muito rude... Você está corada? – Você cobre as bochechas com as mãos depois que Eric aponta para isso.

— Ela está! – Os meninos riem e apontam, dessa vez para você.

— Pare! É só porque o álcool está fazendo efeito! – A frieza dos seus dedos não é páreo para a sua pele escaldante.

— Mentirosa. Você literalmente disse que não ia beber para não ficar de ressaca. – Eric provoca.

Você olha para ele e ele sorri de volta. Suas reações tímidas o divertiam muito. Você não sabia dizer se era porque ele as achava bobas, ou porque você expôs o que realmente sentia. Eric deve estar se sentindo tão arrogante agora, ele foi o único a conseguir essa reação de você.

— Vai se foder, Kevin. – Você tira o chapéu e o joga nele. Ele se esquiva, ainda rindo.

— Não é minha culpa que você tenha uma queda pelo Eric. – Kevin faz uma careta para você, e você procura outra coisa para atirar nele.

O resto da noite foi excruciante. Eric olhava para você com um sorriso idiota e você se sentia envergonhada demais para falar.

— Ok, estou indo para a cama agora. – Jacob anuncia.

— Não! Só mais trinta minutos. – Kevin implora.

Todos vocês sabem que vai demorar muito para que possam se encontrar assim.

— Eu sinto muito. Vou adormecer em minha cadeira se ficar aqui por mais tempo. – Jacob se levanta grogue de sua cadeira e sai do quarto de Eric.

— Se Jacob está indo embora, eu também vou. – Kevin corre atrás de Jacob, que está andando muito rápido para alguém que diz estar cansado. — Ah, e é melhor vocês não fazerem cara feia ou eu conto para a mamãe.

Kevin espia de volta para o quarto antes de finalmente fechar a porta.

Você estreita os olhos para a porta, Kevin é mesmo um idiota. Quando você vira a cabeça, percebe que Eric está sobre ti, você se inclina para trás o máximo que pode, mas sua cabeça bate na parede. O nariz dele roçou o seu enquanto ele olhava fixamente em seus olhos.

— O que... O que está fazendo? – Você gagueja.

— Só estou vendo uma coisa. – Ele se inclina um pouco para trás para examinar adequadamente seu rosto. — Vejo como você está surtando.

— Qualquer um seria pego de surpresa se o rosto de outra pessoa estivesse tão próximo. – Você insiste de forma pouco convincente.

— Besteira, você me acha gostoso, não é?

Antes que você pudesse responder, ele já estava se inclinando para trás, com as mãos apoiadas nos braços da cadeira. Ele inclina a cabeça para o lado enquanto os olhos dele te fitam, você engole com força e tem certeza de que ele viu.

— Você está tão bonita agora. – Eric dá uma risadinha. — Muito beijável.

— Ok, já chega. – Você ri desajeitadamente ao se levantar.

Você fica paralisada, refém do olhar dele. A maneira como os olhos dele passam para os seus lábios faz você se contorcer.

— O quê? Você não quer me beijar? Só para ver o que acontece, nada sério. – Ele agarra suas mãos, com os polegares roçando em sua pele. — Quer?

Ele sugere como se fosse um pedido inocente. Bem, também não é super explícito, é apenas um beijo, só para ver o que acontece. Você acena lentamente com a cabeça e ele sorri. Ele se inclina com os olhos fixos em seus lábios, os lábios dele roçam nos seus levemente.

Cada parte de sua pele tocada por ele parece estar pegando fogo. O nariz dele deslizando no seu, as mãos te acariciando com ternura, lábios macios roçando levemente um no outro. Seus olhos se fecham quando os lábios dele finalmente se unem aos seus, o gosto dele é doce, é viciante. Você mergulha novamente, vergonhosamente rápido. Borboletas irromperam em seu estômago.

Ele solta suas mãos, optando por envolver os braços dele em sua cintura. Eric te abraça com força e aprofunda o beijo, os lábios se perseguem com uma fome crescente. O que era doce, curioso e um tanto inocente se transformou em um desejo profundo, um desejo por algo mais pecaminoso.

O pecado que ambos tinham em mente ficou mais evidente quando sentiu a língua dele penetrar sua boca, seguido de um gemido suave. Eric se afasta de repente e sua mão voa para cobrir sua boca.

Os olhos dele absorvem sua aparência desnorteada, seus olhos escuros de desejo, com os lábios ligeiramente entreabertos.

— Eu quero mais... – Ele admite em voz baixa.

A sala permanece em silêncio, mas os dois entendem perfeitamente. Eric choca os lábios contra os seus enquanto a empurra contra a parede. Você abre ligeiramente as pernas, permitindo que ele se aproxime ainda mais de ti.

Quanto mais ele se enrosca em você, mais sujo fica o beijo. As línguas se enroscado e deslizando uma contra a outra, lábios escorregadios e inchados, dentes mordiscando qualquer pele que pudessem encontrar. Você sabia que não deveria deixar marcas na pele dele, mas ele poderia deixar a lembrança que quisesse, uma lembrança de que ele era o único entre onze que a deixava assim.

Quanto mais ele se enrosca em você, mais sujo fica o beijo. As línguas se lambem e deslizam uma contra a outra. Lábios escorregadios e inchados. Dentes mordiscando qualquer pele que pudessem encontrar. Você sabia que não deveria deixar marcas na pele dele, mas ele poderia deixar a lembrança que quisesse. Uma lembrança de que ele era o único entre onze que a deixava assim.

Os dentes dele mordiscando e chupando seu pescoço lhe davam uma sensação de euforia. Você jogou a cabeça para trás, puxando o cabelo dele.

— Isso é tão bom. – Você arrasta as palavras, estremecendo com a sensação.

Ele trabalha com mais entusiasmo em seu pescoço, deixando beijos molhados na superfície. Eric pressiona o pau endurecido diretamente em seu núcleo, a sensação transforma seus joelhos em gelatina.

Você aperta as mãos entre seus corpos, puxando a bainha da calça jeans dele, esperando que ele entenda a mensagem. Ele mantém os lábios colados ao seu pescoço enquanto desabotoa a calça jeans, abre o zíper freneticamente e o empurra para baixo. A calça jeans e a cueca ficam nos tornozelos, com o pau meio duro exposto, ele tira a calça antes de olhar para você com expectativa.

Olhando para baixo, sua boca se enche de água ao ver o pau grosso dele. Sua boca está seca quando você estende a mão em direção a ele, colocando a mão firmemente em volta do eixo. Ele reage imediatamente, um gemido abafado soando contra o ápice em seu pescoço e ombros, apertando suas laterais.

— Mais. – Ele pede antes de levantar a cabeça para beijar sua mandíbula.

Você começa a acariciar enquanto beija os lábios dele novamente. Ele se curva em sua mão, sussurrando algo incoerente contra seus lábios, a fome dele de sentir você, provar você... De fazer tudo e qualquer coisa estava ficando insaciável. Ele geme lascivamente contra os seus lábios, com os quadris se chocando contra a sua mão.

— Hum... Quero ter você agora.

Por um segundo, você pensou que era a única patética e carente, mas quando ele murmurou essas palavras contra seus lábios, você percebeu que ele estava tão desesperado por você quanto você por ele. Essa constatação fez com que você quisesse parar de masturbá-lo e deixá-lo entrar em você, mas os lamentos dele e a expressão desesperada em seu rosto eram viciantes. Você poderia o observar lamentavelmente ansiando por prazer o dia inteiro.

— Eu... Eu gosto de ver você assim, Jae. – Você sussurra enquanto olha para os olhos dele.

O pau dele se contrai e ele suga o lábio inferior para dentro da boca.

— Adoro quando você me chama assim. – Eric admite com um sorriso de canto.

Ele coloca as mãos em cada lado de sua cabeça, a encostando na parede. Eric já havia lhe dito isso uma vez, depois de chamá-lo de Youngjae para provocá-lo porque você achava que era um nome bonito, ele naturalmente encurtou para Jae. Ninguém jamais o havia chamado assim antes de você. Ele só era Jae para você, assim como ele só era assim para você.

— Eu sonhava acordado com isso, com suas mãos em volta de mim. – Ele diz com a respiração ofegante.

Você estremeceu com a confissão. Foi impossível não sorrir ao se sentir imensamente aliviada, não estava sozinha em seu tormento. Você desliza a mão para cima e para baixo no pênis dele mais rapidamente, observando como os olhos dele se fecham. Seus belos lábios estão ligeiramente entreabertos, deixando escapar pequenos suspiros e gemidos. O cabelo dele está afastado do rosto, mostrando as sobrancelhas grossas e franzidas. Eric não quer que você pare, mas também não quer gozar com seu punho. Os quadris dele se inclinam para a frente novamente com a ideia de abrir sua boceta bonita e molhada com o pau dele. Ele aperta os lábios, um gemido reverbera em sua boca.

— Por favor, me deixe sentir você. – Ele implora enquanto sua mão levanta seu rosto, a beijando com ternura, exalando profundamente pelo nariz. — Eu quero tanto sentir você.

Ele estava ofegante, o desespero em seus olhos se intensificando. Sem dizer nada, você puxa a calcinha por baixo da saia, a tirando e quando volta a olhar para cima ele está se masturbando, com os olhos fixos na calcinha descartada.

Levantando-se novamente, você agarra um dos braços dele e o envolve em sua cintura. Ele solta o pênis, agora totalmente duro, e passa o outro braço ao seu redor.

— Pronta? – Ele diz e você olha para ele confusa. — Pule.

Você faz o que ele diz e ele envolve suas pernas em torno dos quadris. Você suspira quando sente a ponta dele cutucando seu núcleo.

— Você está... Hum... – Ele para no meio da frase quando a ponta dele empurra para além de suas dobras escorregadias, cutucando seu buraco inchado.

Um impulso superficial a faz cambalear quando ele quase a empurra para dentro de você. As mãos dele agarram sua bunda com força antes que ele a empurre contra a parede novamente. Os dentes dele roçam o seu pescoço enquanto ele se empurra para dentro de ti. Você solta um gemido especialmente alto e ele rapidamente cobre sua boca.

— Se eles descobrirem, não saberemos o fim disso.

Provavelmente é tarde demais, mas vocês dois ainda tinham esperança. Os quadris dele batem contra os seus. A sala se enche com o som dos seus gemidos abafados e dos grunhidos ofegantes dele. Isso, junto com a mistura da pele dele batendo contra a sua, faz com que seus olhos rolem para trás. O pênis dele está penetrando em você em um ângulo que quase a faz salivar. Você desliza levemente para cima e para baixo na parede enquanto ele a penetra incansavelmente. Sopros de hálito quente se espalham pelo seu pescoço antes que beijos úmidos e desleixados tomem seu lugar.

— Tão apertada... Vou perder a cabeça. – Ele rosna em seu ouvido enquanto as unhas dele cravam em sua bunda.

Eric lambe uma longa faixa do seu pescoço e você geme, ele brincando com você, descobrindo o que a faz vibrar ao beijar, mordiscar e lamber seu pescoço. As investidas dele diminuem enquanto ele se concentra em suas reações, a maneira como seu corpo treme quando ele dá lambidas de gatinho em seu pescoço. A maneira como você estala os quadris contra ele quando ele mordisca sua pele, a maneira como um gemido ressoa contra a mão dele e suas paredes se apertam quando ele chupa um ponto específico. O prêmio máximo.

O ritmo dos quadris dele voltou ao normal enquanto ele se inclina para dentro de você. Seu corpo balança em cima dele, com os seios balançando por baixo da camisa, ele podia sentir seus mamilos duros roçando no peito dele. Gemidos lascivos saem de sua boca enquanto ele continua a atacar o ponto doce de seu pescoço. Ainda bem que você está presa contra a parede com as pernas travadas no lugar, senão seria uma bagunça no chão. Seus gemidos são patéticos e suplicantes enquanto você sente um prazer entorpecente em duas áreas diferentes. Ele tira a mão de sua boca e aperta seus quadris, puxando-os ao encontro dos dele.

— Ah... Você é tão perfeito, baby. – Você cantarola em resposta.

Os gemidos suaves, tão suaves que flutuam em seus ouvidos fazendo com que você se feche em torno dele. Você está tão apertada ao redor dele que parece que o está sugando para dentro de você. Os gemidos dele aumentam de volume, acompanhando o ritmo de seus quadris. Ele agarra seus quadris e a coloca em uma posição diferente, você solta um suspiro agudo quando ele começa a penetrar em seu ponto G.

— Porra! – Você tenta manter a voz baixa agora que sua boca está livre.

Era impossível ficar quieta quando o pênis rígido dele estava enterrado dentro de você, bem no meio de suas paredes encharcadas. Você solta ruídos fracos e estrangulados enquanto crava as unhas nas costas dele, sentindo uma onda de prazer percorrê-la antes que seu estômago se aperte.

— Jae... Eu vou... – Seus olhos se voltam para a cima enquanto você o abraça com força.

Você aproxima seus corpos, tentando chegar o mais perto possível, sentindo o peito firme dele te pressionando. Ele se afasta do seu pescoço, totalmente concentrado em fazê-la gozar, pressionando a testa contra a sua.

— Porra, porra, porra...! – Você exclama enquanto puxa os quadris dele contra os seus.

Suas pernas o prendem no lugar enquanto sua boceta tem espasmos ao redor dele, você estremece, vomitando palavrões e gemidos trêmulos enquanto gozava. Os dedos dele ainda estão abusando do seu clitóris inchado e isso faz com que você se sacuda contra ele.

Ele suga seu lábio inferior para dentro da boca, você o beija de volta com avidez, com as línguas se massageando. Eric começa a se mover novamente e você se torna uma bagunça chorosa, ele a leva até a cama e a deita de costas na beirada dela, empurra suas pernas para cima, de modo que elas fiquem de cada lado de sua cabeça. Ele se inclina e a beija novamente. Os quadris dele são lentos enquanto rolam para os seus. Os dois estão com os lábios inchados enquanto continuavam a sugar os lábios um do outro. Ele chupa sua língua e você já está pronta para gozar novamente.

— É uma sensação tão boa... Quero gozar dentro de você. – Ele murmura com interjeições de gemidos que ressoam do fundo dele. Os quadris dele batem nos seus enquanto ele geme alto. —Eu vou gozar, amor.

Você se fecha em torno dele e ele sibila. Eric pressiona os dedos em suas pernas até que os nós dos dedos dele fiquem brancos. Ele se aproxima do clímax, te enchendo até transbordar enquanto a beija. Os quadris dele estão ficando menos precisos e seus gemidos mais chorosos.

— Você é a única garota que já me fez ficar assim. – Ele murmura elogios incoerentes enquanto dispara jatos de esperma em você.

Os gemidos dele são quase soluços enquanto os quadris dele se encaixam nos seus com tanta força que seus quadris saltam do colchão. O som dos gemidos desesperados dele e a sensação dele empurrando tão fundo faziam você morder os lábios.

— Só você. – Ele soca em você uma última vez e ambos ficam com a visão branca.

Eric cai em cima de você, com a cabeça enterrada em seu pescoço. Você ri enquanto retira as pernas dos ombros dele e as deixa cair na cama, elas estão absolutamente cansadas, a ponto de ficarem dormentes. Você envolve ele com os braços.

— Então... E agora? – Você sussurra, com os olhos percorrendo o quarto.

— Shiu, estou tentando dormir.

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blossominghunnie · 2 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pairing: Eric x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Summary: Studying sucks, but it sucks less when you have your sweet boyfriend by your side.

Warning: None

Notes: Just finished exams and omg, it was the worst week ever. I think I slept like two to three hours per day. 🫠

This week you were living a literal hell, it was exams week. You hated them more than anything in the world and of course you didn’t like to study.

You weren’t the best student but you had pretty decent grades. What made you a not so great student was the fact that you loved procrastinating, which you had been doing until an hour ago.

You had an important exam tomorrow morning and it was getting late, so you had to start soon.

You had learned from your most reliable source (a tiktoker) about the pomodoro method and how having a study buddy helped a lot.

So you decided to FaceTime your boyfriend, Eric, who was on tour now with his group. He was always your support system and biggest fan so you knew that he would be helpful.

“Stop distracting me by looking at me like that.” You giggled as you paused your studying for a minute and looked at him through the screen.

“Like what, sweets?”

“Like you’re in love with me or something.”

“But I’m in love with you.” He laughed. “I thought we had established that a long time ago.”

“Well yeah, but it’s distracting me.” You pouted. “You know I have the attention span of a fish.”

“But I can’t stop looking at you, you’re too pretty.” He smiled sweetly.

“Stooop.” You covered your reddened face. Which made him laugh.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He smiled. “When can I look again?”

“When I finish my 20 minutes, in my breaks you can do anything.”

“Okay, I like that.”

Eric kept his promise and only really interacted with you when you where resting. Well, almost, he kept glancing at you from time to time, thinking of how cute you looked. And admiring your dedication and hard work.

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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members: tbz eric

genres: smut because im too tired to think of a plot

warnings: smut. slight exhibitionism. idk what that last one is. i dont think it’s breeding.

wc: 1.2k

tbz smut taglist: @from-xero @vantxx95 @just-here-to-read-01

do you ever look at a person and wonder: how much would it take for me to fuck him?

“one vanilla milkshake, please.”

the boy on the other side of the counter is reluctant to pull his eyes away from his phone as the game runs, but when he finally looks at you, there’s a perfect amount of electricity in the air.

“one vanilla milkshake for the pretty lady,” he grins, jabbing the order screen and immediately turning around to the machine before you can even reach for your purse.

the 90s disco and pop music in the back was thankfully eardrum-safe, so you can hear the machine whir and pop as he pulls on the lever. the resistance in the machinery forces his biceps out - just under the rim of his sleeve - and if you stared a little harder, there was that one artery that runs down to his forearm.

“here,” he turns and slides it across the counter, picking out a couple of napkins and handing it to you.

but the resolution remains, so you take the cup and dip your finger in it, making an effort to pick up much more than your tongue can. the rest of it goes onto your lips, and you ask with wide, doe eyes, “how much was it again?”

his name tag says eric, and he looks a little taken aback as he struggles to regain his composure. “um, it’s on the house,” he manages to blurt.

“really!” you smile a wide one and flick your tongue out over the cream on your lips. “oh, i couldn’t possibly just walk off with a free item. is there anything i could make an exchange for?”

eric picks up a drying cloth and cleans his hands. “depends.”

the only noises left in the skating rink were the kids hooting outside in the carpark, so when eric comes around the corner to where he had told you to wait for him, the first thing he says is, “make a sound and everybody else will hear you.”

he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind to the counter where you had ordered the milkshake at, easily picking you up and resting you on the cold marble surface. your tennis skirt flares out, exposing your skin and the gasp that you would’ve let out quickly runs into his mouth instead when he quite literally starts inhaling your lips.

the moans are involuntary, but his hot palms are on your thighs and squeezing the life out of your flesh, fingers sliding in and out from your inner thighs to outer where your hips were. your arms are already over his shoulders, hands and nails digging into his hair that was slowly loosening itself from the wax.

“oh, fuck,” he breathes through heavy kisses, thumb and index finger beginning to pull the sides of your underwear down from under your rear.

a little giggle escapes your mouth when he eagerly kneels, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling your closer to the edge by your ankles. his breath is hot on you, fingers digging into the met flesh of your thigh and your hip.

your head throws back with ecstasy (and quite honestly, pure lust) when his nose presses into you. his tongue flicks around, searching for the little switch that would turn you on, if you weren’t already.

“sweet,” he groans into you, and the vibrations rush up your entire torso. the goosebumps erupt all over your arms as you reach down to comb through his hair. toes curled and calves resting on his shoulders, he starts sucking, licking, prodding.

there’s a loud whimper that screeches out of you, and he digs his nails into your hip as a warning.

he pulls away, shamelessly licking his lips as he stands back up. he presses a hand to your stomach, pushing you to lie down on the counter.

he’s very much violating you - but just the way you want it.

his grope on your chest empties your lungs, but the moans go muffled again when he lets you taste yourself.

you’re positive that his grip would leave marks, but they are for you to enjoy when you get home and stare yourself in the mirror. there’s a low groan in the back of his throat when he yanks your shirt upwards, and finds the buckle between your breasts.

“oh,” he chuckles under his breath, taking his time to use his teeth on the buckle. “naughty.”

the cups fall apart, and he doesn’t give you the time to prepare yourself.

he was hungry, horny, leaving marks in places that would be obvious if you weren’t careful, pulling on your skin until it darkened and bruised.

but clearly, he’s not very patient at taking his time, for he pulls back enough to undo his belt, and the tent in his boxers is a sight to behold.

he shoves a finger into his mouth, then slides it over your folds. watching him align himself with yours conjured all the butterflies in your stomach, but this last a minute - for he slips himself in with minimum effort.

the feeling of being full; the feeling of feeling him twitch inside you; the thought of having his remnants dripping out of you - drives you mad.

“come here,” he breaths into your neck, picking your wrists and interlocking his fingers with yours. he leans over you, shifting his hips slowly, then picking up his pace barely after a few rolls.

he knows you’re impatient - he is too.

it won’t take too much for you to finish - all the thoughts in your head is enough to drive you over the edge. the slaps get louder, the groans and mewls are music to his ears.

his lips travel from your lips, to your ears and neck and down to your breasts.

he’s fucking the life out of you, and that’s exactly what you want.

“feel good?” he bites on your earlobe, suddenly slowing down enough to pull all the way out and push his entire length back in. he pulls away, and looks down at himself disappearing into you.

“oh, pretty,” he mumbles under his breath, thumb on your crotch to help you ease your needs.

“come with me, please,” your teary eyes look up at him, hair in a mess and eyes darkened. “come inside me.”

like a little whore, he obeys, leaning over you again and slotting his lips between yours. his pace picks up almost immediately, however aware not to change his angle.

your entire body jerks along with his, and your mind shifts into static mode when it gets a little closer with every thrust.

like a tight rope that releases itself, something explodes inside you. something hot fills you up even more, and he pulls out after a couple of pants. he looks down, running a finger back into you. your stomach and chest heaves, exposed to the air.

as he admires his doing on your skin, he pulls his finger out, reaching up to the counter and shoving it into your mouth.

“you better give me your number after this.”

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