⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Rainy Days [eric comes home to his lover after a day of work.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Stupid In Love [you’re in vegas during super bowl weekend with your boyfriend and nothing could be better.]
⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Video Games [headcannon of you and juyeon playing dti together because he would soooo play with you.]
⋄❥ jacob bae ~ Someone Like You [that time of the month absolutely kills your vibe every time, but fortunately you have someone like jacob who makes it a bit easier.]
smut
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Wet Dreams [your friend eric invites you over to his house for a swim and it is then that you realize eric wants you in ways you would’ve never imagined for yourself.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Wet Dreams Pt 2 [coming soon…]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ 34 + 35 [you’re hungry for ice cream and offer eric some, but he has a different kind of dessert in mind.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Needy [it’s ‘missing eric hours’ and you can’t help but be a smidge of a brat about it until he finally gives you the attention you need.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ You Got All Of My Attention [touching each other sweetly and hotly is one of your favorite forms of communication.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Teacher’s Pet [you’re in your own world, not really a social butterfly and just going about your business in focusing on your education. that is, until your professor’s student teacher catches on to how you’re not so innocent and proper after all.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Faded With You [two words: high sex.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Oh, Baby! [baby fever is knocking at your door.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Good Boy, Bad Boy [having a hybrid boyfriend isn’t for the weak.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Everybody Knows That I’m A Good Girl, Officer. [if sleeping with an officer is wrong, you don’t want to be right.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ And They Called It Puppy Love [puppyric is such a handful!]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Himbo!Bf Eric Headcannons [dumb, ditzy, and a dash of daddy is how you like your men.]
⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Cave [facing your crush is beyond intimidating. (un)luckily for you, it’s your job.]
⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Best Friends [sunwoo is secure in what you two have, while you end up getting sidetracked and catching little feelings for your best friend.]
⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Like Honey [you and your boyfriend are getting ready for bed, and he can’t help but want a midnight snack.]
⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Work Hard, Play Harder [you laying on his bed is so enticing. he can’t help that he wants to play with you and show your fried brain a little fun.]
⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Make You Rock-Hard [you should’ve known pursing a relationship with a rising rockstar wouldn’t be easy. nonetheless, you can’t stray away.]
⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Double Fantasy [you’ve tried various positions with the lee juyeon. will you ever get to be in the position of being his official girlfriend or able to be a normal couple? or is that merely a fantasy?]
⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Dusk Till Dawn [is dating a vampire all about being loved eternally, or to be used solely as a blood bag?]
angst
⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Don’t Wanna Break Up Again [you both know that you each are bringing pain to one other in this relationship. yet, you two can’t seem to let go despite the challenges.]
･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ
wayv
smut
⋄❥ xiao dejun ~ Good Girls Ride [plain and simple: it’s your first time riding dejun.]
･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ
nct
fluff
⋄❥ lee jeno ~ Wasted On You [after a fun night out, your boyfriend takes care of you like the gentleman he is.]
smut
⋄❥ lee jeno ~ Smokey And Sweet [new boy next door takes an interest in you and decides to take you as a warm welcome into town.]
･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ
ateez
smut
⋄❥ choi san ~ Kitchen [scrambled eggs? what about fertilized eggs, instead?]
･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ
seventeen
smut
⋄❥ choi seungcheol ~Beach Babes [seungcheol is for the bigger girls.]
✧ pairing: makeup artist! reader x idol! eric sohn
✦ genre: romance + tension + slow burn kinda-ish
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), curse words, indecorous thoughts, mentions of sex, mentions of knee injury, mind in the gutter, lust and longing, obsessive reader, sexual feelings in a workplace setting, no actual smut occurs but attraction towards both parties is implied
✦ word count: 2.7k words
✧ synopsis: facing your crush is beyond intimidating. (un)luckily for you, it’s your job.
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Orders from other staff and frantic movements are being made left and right by everyone backstage.
All members of The Boyz are ever so breathless from their intense choreographies, sweat staining their attire and droplets of perspiration trickling down from their contorted faces.
As they all jogged off from stage to prepare for their next sequence of songs, the entire backstage crew (yourself included) were ushering the boys to tend to their needs.
There was only so much time while the VCRS played to entertain the crowd during wardrobe change. It was crucial to prepare everyone as quickly as possible.
The chaos was exhilarating yet demanding. Your coworkers are pulling out designated attire from the racks, calling names of members to help them get dressed, have their makeup touched up, checking their in-ears, and merely fetching them a sip of water or rags to dab at their skin.
Your mind is roaring and racing. There’s hardly any room for mistakes or delay, so you’re incredibly focused on being a team player. The buzzing of calling shots, cameras being flashed and recording behind the scenes, and intense pacing of all movements shaped a hectic environment.
But even in the midst of the commotion, it’s rendered unfeasible to not admire Eric Sohn.
He’s panting, gasping for air as he quickly stumbles straight down into an idle chair. He takes a swig from a water bottle, throwing his head back and rolling his shoulders as he takes a breather.
It’s not even a second later that he’s hastily loosening his tie, then undoing the buttons of his shirt that’s practically sheer now, the entire backside wet and clinging to his skin.
He’s mumbling and reassuring staff even while he hisses in slight pain, having managed to sustain some sort of a knee injury. Though, he’s insisting that the show must go on.
It makes sense considering how ambitious and considerate of his fans he is. You’d argue that he practically bent over backwards the most to make these shows happen— given the circumstances. It’s part of why you’re so smitten over him.
So you knew telling this boisterous klutz to not dance wouldn’t change anything. You and the others just had to bite your tongue, knowing that Eric was too adamant of giving 110% to everyone in the audience tonight.
You’d worry about the occasional limping and extra caution he had to take during the strenuous routines, but you had to remember your place of position.
He’ll most likely have a check-up later tonight, and a diagnosis and official statement will be made that’ll be unable to be ignored to avoid further injury.
Plus, you’re an employee. Not his girlfriend or parent. Why should you helicopter him over it?
So you push your distress all the way in the back of your mind. However, you’re still obsessing over the eccentric maknae.
He’s ever so joyous yet focused on making tonight exceptional. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he unveils his glistening, naked torso. A roar releases from the boisterous boy, nose crinkled and eyes smiling as he hypes up the rest of the crew.
It’s impressive how he manages to keep your attention even in the midst of show business. Especially now with his shirt off, pecs essentially shooting daggers at you, demanding attention.
Despite the rush and running around amongst other staff like headless chickens, he seems to find your eyes roaming along his figure.
The way your mouth is left dry and core stirs at his every movement is insanity. The ridges of his hard stomach contort with every deep inhale he takes, caving in and out. Eric’s body wasn’t the most jacked in the world, but his abdominal muscles were prominent enough to leave you gawking.
You were just as bad as the boys who whistle and yell obscenities at innocent girls. You were so gone and he had you just as hooked as his fans.
It’s pivotal that your stolen glances go unnoticed by anyone else. The way your eyes fall over the length of his backside and zero in on the painfully faint happy trail that disappears into his slacks is beyond criminal.
Could you be any more subtle with the way you’re leering over him? He must feel objectified.
But everything about him, he owns it. Almost as if he’s being a tease for you on purpose.
Abruptly, the sound of him unfastening his belt startles you. He tugs it off in a swift motion, ditching it and allowing his pants to hit the floor.
A shiver sinks down your spine as his bottoms pool into the ground. Unconsciously, your thighs are pressing together to pacify a fluttery sensation that develops in between your legs. It’s unable to be contained.
There’s no denying that you are a pervert. Those Tom Ford briefs were the only article of clothing that happened to shield the most sacred part of his body. That bottom of his is clad in tight, black underwear.
Backstage, vulnerable moments were meant to happen. It was harmless and anything but groundbreaking to see people get dressed.
But in this case, it’s not just ‘whatever.’ Someone who you’ve been pining over in your dreams and who you happen to work for is just one barrier away from popping his cock out. No-fucking-deal.
You’re spiraling inside. You ‘ought to show some respect and deflect from your choice of focus. He’ll notice your thirsty glances without a doubt.
Ultimately he has the upper hand, knowing the presence of your wandering eyes can’t seem to nudge off. And unbeknownst to you, he likes it.
Shortly, he’s standing and prancing around awfully hung with that confined bulge between his legs. You’re being taunted by not being able to have your way with him.
Such a dirty mind you possess, fantasizing over feeling him slide his large length into your tender, hungry hole. Or… perhaps you’d allow him to rip you from oxygen with that cock down your throat, gagging on his hefty size with hot tears brimming your eyes.
A reality check is what you desperately need. You’re not getting paid to drool and get wet on the clock.
You’re not sure if you’re relieved or bummed when Eric has gotten changed into his next outfit. Either way, there’s no time to ponder it given that he needs his face touched up before sending him on stage again.
Millions of fans would sell their organs on the black market to be in your shoes. However, there’s great difficulty in putting up an innocent facade, poorly attempting to drown out your thoughts of wanting him to court you like colonial times, and fuck you like you two were the last people on earth.
As he sits on the chair, so charming and polite while you’re concealing parts of his face that were already somewhat smudged and uneven, the proximity leaves you not daring to even let a breath out.
The air is choking you, feeling tense and stifling. Those hands of yours threatened to shake, inside voice advising you to focus on keeping them steady.
A job you’ve mastered and completed over a dozen times still made you feel like an amateur in the presence of Eric Sohn.
You’d like to blame your dizziness to having been swamped from preparations for this weekend and being on your feet for way too long, but your vision is clouded by lust, completely starry eyed.
Being his makeup artist gave you a perfect excuse for your trance-like state. You’re focused on cleaning him up a tad, but your eyes can’t help but drink up and marvel over that gorgeous face of his.
His notable eye mole that sits on his waterline is very dear to you, giving him so much character and even more prominent up close. You imagine his past-life lover fancied kissing his left eye like a ritual. Just the thought alone brews jealousy of likely never getting that chance.
The finishing touch before scurrying him off is to brush on more lip tint. Most of the pigment had already faded, and that wound on his bottom lip was more visible than you both would like. Eric has a disgustingly bad habit of nibbling on his lips too much, avoiding chapstick like the plague because of the consistency it left on his appendage.
This was a dangerous task for you. Distance between you two merely a few inches, blotting red tint on a mouth that you would kill to kiss.
You even think about caressing your lips across the scar that curves out from the corner of his mouth, curious to know the story behind it, and maybe even getting a tour of other marks that are embedded into his skin.
His mouth is perfectly pouty and remains still while you do your work, doing your best in not outwardly gushing about how despite the cracks in his lips, or any wound, mark, or scar that’s etched on his face, it’s easy to conclude that he was the dreamiest man alive.
You prayed he’d give into your fervent wishes and cross a line. It’s no secret that he’s sex on legs, drawing appeal from every corner. Without a doubt he’s aware of how easily everyone would drop to kiss the ground he walks on if he asked.
There’s no way in hell that he knows you’re head over heels for him. He’s too locked in his own world, perhaps far too busy to even notice or entertain your little (massive) crush on him.
But one thing about Eric, he’s attentive.
Sometimes your fleeting eyes are not quick enough to look away before he holds your stare even for a brief millisecond, caught like a deer in headlights.
He notices more than you think. You’re not slick.
“I can see you staring, y’know?” he suddenly utters, causing that hand of yours to twitch, fingers gripping the makeup brush more firmly to prevent it from slipping while his words sink in.
That singular comment is like he’s broken down your walls as he cracked your code. The cheekiness in his tone is far from amusing to you, as you currently want to crawl into a hole and allow yourself to suffocate in it.
As a poor attempt to save your ass, you dismissed the meaning of that. You dipped your brush into a well-loved rectangular palette full of various shades, ignoring the sweat that builds up in your palms.
“Are you sure you’re fine to continue performing?” is what leaves your mouth, eyes never leaving his lips while you sweep the painted bristles in between his cracks, continuing to finish your job.
Steering the conversation was your best bet; addressing the elephant in the room was not an option.
Your acting skills fall average, maybe even subpar as you’re positive the heat rushing to your face is visibly evident. The kindness that Eric pays you is not taken for granted, and you’d hate to jeopardize your job for some pathetic feelings.
Sucks that you’re obvious as fuck.
A scoff sounds out from him, amused at the game of pretend you’re playing at. With a quick unserious roll of his eyes and lopsided wide-grin that interferes with your task, he finds hilarity at your inability to admit your pressing emotions even given his claim.
He’ll just have to keep trying. But for the sake of your sturdy front, he’ll play dumb, too. Just for now.
“I’m fine— don’t worry about me.” he says with a chuckle.
The muscles on your face form a smile, his own being contagious enough to pass onto you. You snort in turn, thanking the heavens that the subject has changed.
“Seriously, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. You already got too much on your plate.” he reassures to defeat your doubts.
Hearing him use ‘pretty’ when referring to you felt like snorting a straight line of crack. It strikes your fancy to a great degree, making you giggle and fly your eyes off to the side in hopes he can’t somehow read your mind through the contact.
Such a word left an insane effect on you. He couldn’t just go around using adjectives like that on you. If only he knew how the world fell silent within his presence, that you longed for him to admire you tentatively, and how flattery coming from him thumps your special spot down south.
It gets you giddy like a child on a sugar rush. The dopamine in your brain skyrockets, heart hammering against your ribcage more than if you were to mix liquor with adderall.
It’s rather silly, but you’re glowing like a beacon.
The corners of your lips being upturned appeal to him, making his eyes gleam as he watches your lips stretch, smile lines creasing your skin.
You noticed. For a split second, his vision momentarily longs at your mouth. No words are exchanged, just mere stares that happen to speak louder than words.
His tongue licks at his lips as if he’s contemplating something. Your breath is caught in your throat, stuck while awaiting his next move and wondering what the fuck goes on in that head of his.
The intensity of his dimmed eyes that swirled chocolate cuts you deep like a sharp blade. With a simple look, you can sense your walls coming down, wanting to cave into that tempting gaze that appears so inviting.
Your pupils fall to his mouth, catching him nibbling on the lower lip, messing with that damn wound you worked tediously to cover up.
He makes you insanely frustrated. Eager heart throbbing as you battle internally for self restraint. You couldn’t dare to knock the air out from his lungs and bruise his appendage for an endless kiss.
It’s tantalizing. But you simply couldn’t.
Just one kiss and maybe you could live on with your life. One night with him is all you’d need. You could get over him after having known what he tastes like, right?
Sadly, the universe doesn’t hold room for you to make a decision you might regret. Unspoken thoughts are cutoff by other staff ushering the members to head back out amongst the awaiting fans.
It’s almost comical how Eric surprises you by rolling those same eyes that were just filled with appetite whilst fixating on a mouth he’d like to slot his own in between. He even mumbles a ‘fuck’ expressing evident irritation over something that could’ve been had to cut short.
There was a time and place for flirtation and lust. It didn’t seem like now was the time. Given the hustle and bustle of his life, did that even seem like a possibility for him?
Despite it all, he mentally shakes his head to regain focus for his next performances. A soft smile is sent your way, probably sympathetic for having to leave you like an abandoned puppy, all wide-eyed and lost.
He rises from his seat, lips still curled at the sight of you seemingly caught in a lovesick desire. It amuses him in how cute the state makes you look. You were such a coy little girl around him.
And in the blink of an eye, he taps at your chin with his calloused thumb. As if you were his puppy dog, catching your attention.
“I’ll make you proud, hon.” he promises, shooting a wink simultaneously before breaking contact as fast as he laid a finger on you, distancing himself to go and do what he does best.
It happened so fast that you’re left swearing it was all a hallucination.
Surely you’d wake up soon to reality. But you were stone cold sober, alive and awake last time you checked.
You felt as if something had bloomed inside of you. The air felt cleaner, life suddenly had meaning, and your self worth skyrocketed.
Even if there’s a chance he believed you were an easy target, so helpless and harboring an all-consuming crush over him, your heart raced and you could disappear into the ground, melting from the heat his playful actions aroused your body with.
If his current mission in life is to fuck you and use you like a toy until you’re worn out, you’re okay with being on his to-do list.
It’s silly— maybe even pathetic. But he’s etched into every crevice of your brain.
You’re already imagining him on top of you, begging to be his fixation and muse, willing to do anything for his cock.
And luckily for you, he’s ready to watch that body fold for him.
hi y’all… it’s been five-ever but i’ll be posting a short eric fic tonight! idk how i feel about it tbh but i got inspired by a photograph of shirtless eric backstage n i needed to get my thoughts out… so i hope u guys enjoy it even tho there’s no smut 😥🙏
and when i become a makeup artist for eric mf sohn n we’re playing eye tag while he gets dressed frantically in between sets n i try not to stare at him in just plain underwear prancing around with that heavy bulge while he smirks proudly n i touch up his makeup n he’s flustering me by staring at my lips n face like he’s on a mission to fuck me ohmygatos ….
wanna leave a trail of kisses along his jawline n squish his face as i call him a pretty boy n bruise those chapped lips with my own as we makeout for hours upon hours lazily yet with intent.
can we pls have a dom Eric fic 😞😞 it’s so that bc there’s barely any Eric fics
hiii!!! i am sorry for slacking so much lately on fics, it’s so difficult for me to find motivation to write these days. i promise i have a wip currently for joshua of svt, and right after i plan to write a dom eric fic w/ rough smut! please just remain patient 🥹 i know the lack of eric fics is frustrating— which is why i started writing but i feel like i am the only eric writer on tumblr these days. 🥀👋🏼🚬
Can we have an Eric fix with small chest reader 😞 but lowk rough sex ☺️ please and thank you!!
i am currently writing a fic for a different idol but after that i plan to write another eric fic n i can for certain say that i won’t plan to write details for the reader’s chest so it’s inclusive n it will indeed have rough sex! 🤭
✦ genre: fluff + nsfw mentions n smut (minors DNI)
✧ summary: dumb, ditzy, and a dash of daddy is how you like your men.
✦ note: fyi do not forget that this is purely fiction n just me romanticizing eric as a himbo bf bc that would be so hot n cute to have a boyfie who is a giant dumb little puppy ok bye—
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is a mega gym bro. his mind is always gym gym gym. kudos to him for being so strict and disciplined about his body. he has to workout at least 6/7 days a week, diet heavily thriving off chicken breast and various supplements.
it’s not like you’re complaining though. those abs and yummy biceps that are swole as fuck are a pleasure to gawk at. even his chest is getting a pump to it, perhaps competing with your own breasts as to who has the bigger chest.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who has to capture his progress in the gym after almost every session. he loves a good ole mirror pic. whether that be him in a classic black tank with his biceps bulging, shirtless with his abdomen glistening in sweat, or in the varsity jacket he wears religiously paired with what you both like to refer to as “the good dick sweatpants,” he’ll snap a few and post them to his instagram story. and of course message them to you! ;)
eric likes to show off his bod. he works like a dog for it, lifting weights and doing pushups until his muscles start to burn. it’s a no-brainer that he has to remind his two-million followers what an incredible physique he possesses. you didn’t mind that he did that because you both knew you had him wrapped around your finger, getting to share the same bed as him every night. he was an innocent buff puppy as you liked to call him, genuinely wanting to document his progress.
you’re pretty sure eric hasn’t a clue on what a “thirst trap” even is. bro doesn’t even care about impressing anyone aside from you and his gym buddies. so one day, when he posts a mirror selfie with his notsolittle friend down south making a cameo, you had to confront him about it because now millions of people know he has a big co—
“babe… your bulge is showing…”
“yeah? i know. i was thinking about you, hehe. :D”
you fucked him after that.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who although is a gym junkie and is incredibly active, has a guilty pleasure of smoking cigarettes. yuck!!! every inhale of that nicotine he takes has the possibility of creating irreversible damage to his body but fuck… he looked so hot every time he takes a drag. even when he spits in between smokes, it’s a disgusting fantasy to want him to use your mouth as disposal for his excess saliva. so you feel bad scolding him and giving lectures as to why he should abstain from that. he really tries to give it up for you, but every once in awhile he’ll forget and smoke especially socially or after doing the deed if he’s not tired… whoopsie!
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who has unfortunately succumbed to the propaganda of electronic cigarettes. the “no smoking” signs in public spaces are no threat to him. he’ll just whip out his vape and take a hit in the corner when no one’s watching— or he’ll go into the men’s bathroom and blow o’s.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who loves to go out and have fun! what a bubbly extrovert he is. it’s tough to miss him in a crowd, especially when you’re at a party. he’ll spend hours just making his rounds and befriending everyone. eventually he settles in one spot for a few to play rounds of beer pong (eric despises beer by the way— only playing the game because he’s a competitive little shit).
he’s absolutely rowdy when he gets into it. somehow, his shirt even comes out in the midst of it. he’s yelling and barking alongside his friends as they toss the balls perfectly, howling and bumping chests like a bunch of frat freaks. genuinely, his volume alone is through the roof, acting a damn fool over some beer pong but at least he’s having fun. you don’t know if you should smile fondly or pretend you don’t him.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who when he does decide to have an alcoholic beverage, it can be a hit or miss. this time, he was left an absolute wreck. fortunately, his friends knew to call it quits on his behalf after at least ten shots of soju, and drove him home. when he arrives in one piece, you have to deal with the mess.
“y/n, honeyyyyyyy— i *burps* missed you!!!” he sloppily kisses your neck and up your ear, tongue and all greeting you.
“eric, you’re disgustingly drunk.” you shrugged him off but immediately put his weight back on you in fear that he’d lose balance and eat shit with the floor.
“mhm, sss-sorry, baby.” he slurs, lolling his head to the side with a dopey expression.
poor ‘ric cannot handle his liquor. and poor you, who has to deal with his bullshit. you’re left dragging him to bed, cursing internally that he’s so big and broad despite his average height. that body you worshiped is currently pissing you off that he’s gotten shit faced to the point that he needs your support.
“come on bro, work with me here.” you sighed as you carried him to bed, not even giving a fuck when he plops down hard against the mattress. quickly, you remove his outerwear, undoing his belt and freeing his feet. he mumbles variations of praises, claiming he doesn’t deserve you, how he’s a bad boyfriend, and that he’s sorry he let himself overdo it. tears even manage to slip down the poor boy’s cheeks, lips quivering as he thinks about how guilty he feels that you have to deal with his dumbass.
quickly, you shut him up after removing his shirt with a kiss on those wet cheeks, telling him to “shhh” and cooing him to sleep. one night of him getting plastered was manageable. he’s just too emotional right now.
as long as he doesn’t vomit all over the sheets, you’ll be okay.
but of course, he does. >:(
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who makes you wonder more often than not if you’re raising a child. for instance, one day he’s taking a bubble bath while you’re out. there’s nothing wrong with that. but when you come home while he’s still soaking in the suds, for some odd reason, he decides to get out of the tub to greet you.
he’s speed walking to meet your form, completely disregarding that perhaps he needs to dry himself with a towel. his eagerness makes some bath water spill, wetting the floor with his body trickling water everywhere. bubbles and soapy foam coated and still stuck to his skin, welcoming you in all his naked glory.
“eric!!! you’re dripping everywhere!”
“you’re so???” you furrow your brows in bewilderment, gesturing a hand over your current sight so he can get the hint to go cover up.
“what? it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” he nods his head, smirk stretched as he poses with his arms behind his head, flexing his figure for you.
idiot…
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who gets along with children so well. he absolutely adores babies! holding them, cooing at them, playing games with them— he does it all. it makes you fantasize having kids with him someday, your heart knowing for certain that he’d be a loving father.
kids cling onto eric so easily. he’s so boisterous and energetic, able to keep up with their hyperactivity and mindless antics. they ultimately keep him up to date with the latest slang and trends, making him say “six seven” repeatedly and laughing at his state of confusion while he was wondering what was so hilarious about that.
when they rile him up though, it’s the worst match ever. eric loves the game of bantering, not afraid to poke fun at a ten year old after falling for rage bait. he even tries to get back at kids with ridiculous teasing rhymes, bringing them near the brink of tears, quickly taking back his words when they threaten to go and tell their mom.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who despite getting along with kids so well that he might as well be a kid himself, he constantly dreams aloud to you about having a baby. he attempts to convince you at least once a week that he’s 100% serious about raising a child with you. at any moment, he’s ready to step up and be by your side until your world stops spinning. god, he’d do anything for you, he thinks.
and you know he would. it’s so easy to picture a future with eric. but honestly, present time doesn’t seem right to bring a human being into the world. you’d be adding someone into the picture for the rest of your life— and not saying that you don’t want kids, but you had to be realistic about a multitude of things. you’d love to have eric’s kids someday, but not right now.
“come on, baby… i’ll be a good daddy.” he begs for the nth time one night, currently in between your legs, pressing his lips against the plush of your inner thighs.
he hums and sighs in a love daze, overwhelmed by your being. he’s feening to eat you out and pound that pussy until he fills you up so much, that you’ll finally have a positive pregnancy test. dying to see you stuffed with his seed and carry a swollen belly that resulted because of him.
“you’d be such a perfect momma.” his voice is low and desperate, shutting up for a moment as he dives in between your folds, pushing his tongue out to slurp and suck on your wetness.
“aghh—mhm, fuck, eric!.” his mouth on your pussy makes you sound out aching whimpers, arching your back as your core tingles from his wet muscle lavishing your sex.
his hands on your hips keep you strapped down to the bed, not letting you inch or squirm away so he could continue navigating his wet muscle, eventually enclosing his lips over your engorged clit.
he traces around it with his tongue and suckling on it like it’s glazing his tastebuds in sweetness, stimulating the thousands of nerves it possesses.
your cries of pleasure motivates him to give you more, it always does. his dick twitches like crazy as he attempts to push his tongue past your hole, grunting himself as he longs to pop that pussy with his cock.
“let me fill up that pussy, please? wanna get you pregnant so fuckin’ bad.” he pleads with his eyes as he looks up just to meet your gaze, voice rumbling with want.
your state is elevated by ecstasy. everything he does to your body is torturous pleasure. it’s so taunting and lethal, yet sexy and erotic. you’d always want more of it. fuck, you’re so overwhelmed by his mouth and presence in this position that you’d let him have you in anyway he craves.
so you have to fuck around and say yes, moaning hurriedly for him to fuck you or else tears will come out from frustration.
and while his cock burrows into your canal, drilling that squelching hole until the cum in his balls empties out all the sweet semen he has to offer, you both are locked in heaven, panting and groaning obscenities in between raw kisses.
the baby making process is addictive. round after round is enticing and done. the sex was just too good.
but despite what you told eric so he could fuck you senseless, you take a plan b the next day and pray for your next period. LMAO!
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is always there for you and a shoulder to cry on. at the end of the day, he’s also your best friend. you’ve been together for some time now that he can you read you like a damn book. he can tell when you’re not feeling like yourself.
like today, when you came home, your expression seemed empty. conversations were mainly initiated by him, your responses that followed being dry and monotonous.
it wasn’t long before he approached you gently, assuring you that he was always present to listen to your highs and lows, encouraging you to talk to him.
shortly after that, you broke down, confessing what a shitty day you’ve had. all your issues came crashing down on you, even some that you swore you’d bottle up for good.
it left a lump in his throat seeing you break down. he’ll never truly know that hardships you’ve endured, dealing with mental battles and instances that left you defeated and hurt. if it were up to him, you’d only shed tears of happiness, never experiencing any negative emotion.
all he can do is comfort you within his arms, holding your weeping being that shrinks in his hold, reaching for the anchor that is him. he kisses your hair, whispering that he’s got you and reminding you that it’s okay to let it all out.
after awhile, your shallow breaths and sobs have ceased. the calm after the storm was reeling in, still being coddled and sat over eric’s lap as you leaned into his chest.
your eyelids are puffy from all the crying, eyes still sad and fragile from the long day. his thumb swipes the surface of your cheek, thinking about how it’s such a pain in his heart to see his girl cry.
but now that you’ve calmed down, his mind gets to thinking. he can’t help but find it attractive that he’s your safety net and protector in this cruel world. your vulnerability exposes and your walls break down for him to witness openly.
nobody knows you like he does. nobody can hold you like he does. nobody can be there for you like he does
it makes his dick so hard to have pride of being your source of comfort. you were as strong as steel and he was deemed safe enough for you to allow yourself to crack and give him both the pretty and ugly.
that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
the prodding and sudden hardness felt underneath your bum makes you adjust and shift yourself just a bit to see if your suspicion is correct, hearing a small sound of discomfort come out from eric.
“are you actually for real right now? did me crying seriously make you hard?!?”
can’t say that you’re surprised.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is profoundly possessive. his hands? always on you. his name is found next to pda in the dictionary. he’s constantly hugging you— even in public when you’re trying to pay for your lingerie at victoria’s secret. he holds your waist and rubs the sides of your body as you check out, making your skin flush as you guys are probably making everyone around severely uncomfortable. afterwards, you swat at his head and complain that he was doing too much. have some decorum!
at parties, if he’s not following you like a guard dog, he’s watching you like a hawk. he doesn’t dictate your outfit choices or prevents you from dressing however you wish. in fact, he loveddd when you chose to put your body in mini skirts, let your nipples prod hard through your shirt and expose your midriff. you’re so sexy and flaunting your assets made his eyes practically fly out of his sockets in seventh heaven.
he’ll without a doubt have you pulled into his lap, sat like a good girl and giggling with a red cup filled with god knows what in hand as he felt you up. his mouth easily latched onto your neck and collarbones, sucking so intently that the skin turned into beautiful, harsh hues of purple. it was like you were horny, dumb teenagers again.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who is clingy to the max. like already said, his hands will always find away towards you. all kinds of physical intimacy are up his alley. he’s fond of cuddles, kisses, hand-holding and hugs!!! bro is such a huge softie.
eric is so down bad. your touch has him turning into putty. it’s a challenge to keep his hands to himself so he’s usually initiating the touches, but you’ll also shower him with affection.
like for example, one of his favorite pillows was your lap. laying in your lap with your hand playing with his hair brought peace to his mind. he could practically growl from how delicious it felt to get his hair twirled and scalp raked, often sending him into a slumber because of how comforting it was.
you loved squishing his cheeks with your fingers and speaking to him in a tone that was so babyish, only meant to be heard behind closed doors by him. you’d kiss every square inch of his face, reminding him what a handsome boy he was. you could practically see his pupils transform into hearts when he was overindulged in affection.
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who loves praises and compliments, but also doesn’t mind when you degrade him. he could strike off as dominant to some as much as he’d like, but you know he’s got a subby side to him. and if anything, he’s practically deaf to any degradation in his mind, it still translates as attention. and any attention has his imaginary tail wagging in glee!
he was such a sucker for “good boy” his posture springing upright instantaneously when you called him such. it’s not easy to admit that it makes his cock twitch when he hears that, even if it’s not meant for him.
but he also likes when you call him a whore, horndog, pervert, or when the tone in your voice is strict and stern, ordering him to behave when he acts up or does something stupid.
he’s utterly ravenous and pathetically desperate during intimate hours or just in general when it comes to you. he’s like a court jester doing tricks and following orders to please you— his queen. your approval, satisfaction, and happiness came before anything else. we love a good boy who listens to his woman!
╰┈➤ himbo!ric who although can be a bit chaotic, playful, “too much” and a little too eager sometimes, he’s still pouring out with so much love for you. he’s sweeter than sugar, there for you like a guardian angel, and deserves so much kindness from the world.
obviously you’re biased, but you believe he is the only man ever. <3
just letting everyone know that in a few days i will be posting something impromptu eric-related bc i got inspired #yay so be on the lookout! it’s in a format i haven’t written before so i am super stoked!!!
still working on that joshua fic for my fellow carats but it’s taking some time but i’ve made so much progress so hopefully that will be posted soon as well 😫.
im a sucker for e2l.. so maybe ewb ? or enemies to ??? in general. cheerleader x jock eric. they always mock eachother r can't stand eric's cockiness
trusttttt i will be writing this!!! i’ve never written etl so i am excited!!! 😭😭😭 i alr have so many ideas n lines n scenes planned out for jock eric 🤭 TYSM!
hey chat, pls send me a message or ask or even mention it in the comments a plot or what you’d like to see in a potential football player! eric fic x reader bc this concept is literally so delish to fantasize over n write a fic for… football player ric is begging me to write something for him…
bouncing on that dick and panting into his ear as he pulls my hair and fills me up so good that i start calling him daddy and drool stupidly into his mouth and down his pecs
i just wanted to apologize on how i’ve been kind-of inconsistent n not very active with posting fics. i have so many ideas sitting in my notes app but it’s just finding motivation to write is difficult for me lately… it might be with how inactive the deobi community on here is or because i struggle with staying consistent with my hobbies, as the high n hyper fixation i get from hobbies tends to be short-lived n then i jump to a new hobby or interest.
i just wanted to say thank you for those of you who stick around. i wish i could be a better writer n truly make fics more often.
currently, i am working on and off on a joshua hong fic, it’s at 2k at the moment, and i am planning/aiming for it to be around 5k more or less. hopefully it will get posted soon. 🥹
i also am thinking about writing more eric fics n another sunwoo one as it’s been awhile, hoping to write more svt fics too n i have even been thinking about delving into writing fics outside of kpop (declan from rivals oml) but time will tell. i just wanted to update u guys cuz i promise i always open this app at least once a day. 😩
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, missionary sex, unprotected sex, pwp, dirty talk, praise kink, spit kink, pet names, cursing, fondling, needy eric, fluffy moments, kissing, making out, hand job, degradation if you squint, multiple orgasms, c*m eating, clingy behavior, subby! eric, hybrid heat-kinda but male edition n my way cuz idc about accuracy, hybrid au
The kind where Eric let out a heartbroken whimper whenever you’d leave the bed without him when you had to rush to get ready for work. Or in his words: ‘ditch him.’
It was the type of day where you couldn’t even have a moment alone to take a piss in the bathroom. Eric had to be right by your side, within sight or else he’d swear it was the end of the world.
Let’s just say… it was hard to get things done with having a hybrid.
As soon as you pulled into the driveway today and he heard the sound of your engine from yards away, his ears perked up in glee with his tail following suit.
He attempted to remain nonchalant as he awaited for you to tread your way inside— of which, felt like a dreadful eternity. Anxiousness bubbled in his stomach to be able to waft your scent with you in the flesh instead of having to find comfort in the crevices of the couch or from your favorite fuzzy blanket.
He’d argue that having to wait for you was like having to wait for rain in a drought. It felt endless. How was it so easy for you to go work away at a 9-5 and run errands while he stayed at home feeling like a kicked puppy. Sure you had bills to pay, obligations, and a social life, but so what?!
So when your keys twist the lock and the door swings open, he suddenly forgets to maintain his composure. With a leap over the couch like a daredevil, he skips to meet you at the entrance, instantaneously wrapping his arms around you and caging you in his embrace.
“Whoa— well hey there, baby.” a laugh slips from your lips followed by a dumbfounded expression as he clings onto you so tightly that your work bags come down heavily to meet the ground, save for the takeout that you’re gripping like your life depends on it as Eric practically tackled you.
Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he noses your pulse point, wagging his tail happily from the relieving embrace of your signature perfume and natural scent. It’s unsettling that he also catches whiff of your workplace air and other outsiders you had interaction with, but nothing like a good cuddling to mark his mate all over again to fix that problem!
When you kindly part from his hold, you give him a dotting kiss on his chapped, bitten lips, followed by a ruffle of the grown out black hair that sits on his head.
Some strands of bangs seem to fall into his eyes, making him blink stupidly and frustrated him on occasion. Perhaps he should get a haircut soon before he looks too shaggy. But you fear you adore how cute he looks as is with that load of hair, so fluffy and boyish. You’d beg him to keep it as long as he possibly can until it really starts to get on his nerves.
“I’m so exhausted. Today really kicked my butt, so I brought your favorite. No cooking tonight.” you sighed weakly, closed-lip smile giving you some life as you continued to fiddle with Eric’s locks.
He yips happily, not even granting you a chance to free your feet from your dreadful work shoes before he pulls you towards the couch, ready to chow down with his favorite person.
Completely abandoning your other belongings near the front door, he quickly situates your body on the couch, taking off your shoes for you like a gentleman before you can even tease him for his hastiness.
Crinkling sounds rustle repeatedly as he assembles the contents of the takeout bag on the coffee table in front of you two. Already knowing which styrofoam tray belonged to him, he grabs it and then passes you yours, his throat rumbling so deep at the savory aroma that flies up his nose from the lift of the tray.
One second later chopsticks are opened, in hand, and used to airplane marinated noodles into his mouth. He slurps them suckers greedily like he’d been deprived of food for days and contorts his face like he’s frustrated, when it’s only from the overwhelmingly delicious taste that triggers his expressive reaction.
You just giggle next to him as he hums and nods his head in approval of the dish, digging in to his heart’s content. Meanwhile, you’re barely opening your own chopsticks to begin eating.
“Oh,” Eric starts, taking a pause in doing damage to his meal to stretch his body towards your side, leaning into your face and feeling his plump lips blot a kiss onto your cheek.
“Thanks for the food, baby.” he tells you through a mouthful of noodles, smiling at you with complete gratitude, even if he looks semi-silly with his full cheeks and some sauce from the Jajangmyeon smudged on the corner of his mouth.
Chopsticks pinched in hand, you still for a second, slightly taken aback not from his sweet gesture or sincerity— no, Eric was always so darling and openly affectionate when it came to you.
It’s just that the some days, you really needed to be reminded of how utterly blessed you were to have Eric. His kindness and attentiveness to you kept you afloat on days that drained you dry, his presence filling the tank of your body back up through quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch— all of his love languages.
He successfully rejuvenated you into a ray of sunshine after a day you believed had no end. Your face beamed from his peck, flashing your teeth into your plate like an idiot as you picked at your food, his sweetness coating you like honey on a comb.
A lazy, laidback dinner on the couch with your boyfriend was more than enough for you. You felt rich as you enjoyed your meal in the comfort of your living room, tray balanced over your thighs, legs extended and strained feet now resting freely over the coffee table.
Conversations in between bites made you feel carefree and human again. Suddenly all the problems and annoyances you dealt with at work appeared nonexistent as you listened attentively to Eric’s rambling.
He runs his mouth faster than Usain Bolt, syllable after syllable spilling out between mouthfuls and swallowing his food in seconds, not even bothering to chew his noodles despite being thick and chewy.
You always teased him for it, warning every time that he’s gonna choke one day for the way he just sucks everything up like a vacuum.
And after the usual conversations, gossiping, and giggling during eating, you’re left with full tummies and ears that have been talked off.
Now-empty foam trays were pushed to the side. Your bones sunk into the depths of the cushion beneath you, leaned back while Eric lay horizontally, his head slumped into your lap.
Your supple thighs served as a great cushion for his head. It was so comfy and everything about the current setting felt homey; He remained cuddled closely over your limbs as a hand of yours threaded into his locks.
He relaxes into your touch as your pets were generous, slow strokes of your fingers massaging his scalp, fingernails giving him a good raking of scratches behind his ears every now and again.
The television played a show that was your current favorite, eyes glued to the screen while your digits tended to giving your boyfriend some love. His eyes closed and he grumbles, almost like his version of purring while your ministrations continued.
It was a sign of contentment, snuggling merrily into you. There’s a pump of fondness in your chest as you soothed your favorite boy through these gentle touches. You know this is what Eric treasured the most, getting treated like royalty by receiving physical affection that tranquilized his senses.
It was a quiet evening now, soaking in some downtime to unwind together after another day of working tirelessly. You now were making time for your boyfriend, limbs attached and keeping one another warm without intentions to be apart for the rest of the day.
They say you feel sleepy around someone you love, and it’s seemingly true as Eric’s lids were shut, getting lulled into sleep through every run of your fingers.
He was just happy to have you home, treating every moment together like you’d been gone for weeks. Everything felt serene and the stars aligned when he was in your arms and vice versa.
Your presence brought abundant comfort that it only made sense for him to submit and fall into your touch.
So you gave him all the caresses in the world, embracing intimacy even during simple moments. You caught up on your current hyper fixation form of entertainment while he was being coddled warmly in your lap.
However, you did come to find out you have spoiled him rotten. When the phone you’ve set aside’s screen flashing on is caught by your peripheral, you get the urge to pick up your device to have a look. And it’s good that you do, seeing that a text from a coworker is within your notification center.
Temporarily, you divert your attention to respond to their message, using both hands to hold your phone, thumbs twiddling against the keyboard.
When Eric notices you’ve stopped playing with his hair, his eyelids fly open. He raises and angles his head around to see where your hand went, only to discover your phone seemed to be more important even after your exhausted eyes were blaring into a screen all day at your job.
That makes him pouty, whining audibly as he leans his head into your stomach, nudging at you for more pets.
“Gimmie a minute, baby. My coworker texted.” you don’t even give him a look of sympathy, eyes glued to your phone as you typed away while saying that.
That only frustrated him even more, especially given that it was a coworker texting you. You were at home, damn it!
He doesn’t listen to you, pushy with his persistence and continues to prod at you until you give him what he wants. He hated that work would follow you home and he hated lack of attention even more.
“Eric, come on now. I’m right here, you’re not gonna die if I don’t touch you for two seconds.” you deadpanned at him. You wouldn’t trade his vulnerability and enthusiasm for affection for anything in the world, but seriously, what has gotten into him?
“I might...” he mumbles, making you drag out a sigh from his antics. Fortunately the drama with work could be dealt with when you clocked in again tomorrow, so you tossed your phone to the side, tipping eric a pointed look.
“You’re so damn greedy.” you tell him, and as much as he’d like to use those big ole brown puppy eyes to his advantage apologetically, he has a stupid grin on his face, not the slightest bit sorry for demanding attention.
Since he happens to loathe being deprived of your touches, surely he’d take anything he can get, right?
You impulsively decide to ambush him with tickles, targeting the spots where his nerves were the most sensitive.
“Well, is this enough for you! Hm? Huh?” you became the ultimate menace, hands tormenting his sides, running all the way up to his underarms.
Immediately upon touch, it evokes him laughing and twitching, squirming like a bug to escape your torture. You’re evil, he thinks. Yelps released as he weakly attempts to run from your tickles. It only worsens when your devious hands crawl under and up his t-shirt, pinching at his bare tummy and ignoring his voice cracking and breathless laughter begging you to stop.
This is some real entertainment for you, grinning like a cheshire cat as he poorly attempted to fight you off. His fit of giggles motivated you more, giving you strength to keep on.
It’s such an overwhelming feeling to be tickled. He’s squirming away from your hands, folding and jerking his body madly so much so, that he ends up pushing his body off the couch, face-planing right into the ground.
He tumbles and scrunches his face in an exaggerated manner, making you gasp and giggle from the sudden fall.
“Eric!” you called out, shaking your head mentally at how silly he was. So overdramatic and goofy.
“Nah, that was a personal attack. You’re so mean to me.” he pouts, carding his fingers through his messy locks, legs sprawled out on the floor.
“Yeah, yeah.” you give an eye roll and wave him off. He was being a little bratty, but perhaps you’ll let it slide since you can be a little shit, too.
He pulls a long face, sulky as he looks up at you from his spot on the floor, looking weak and defeated.
It makes you giddy when he gives you that pathetic look. He was just so fun to mess with. You’re lucky he isn’t in a playful mood right now or else, you fear he would’ve found strength to pull an uno reverse on you and have you pinned down, straddling you and showing zero mercy.
After all, he really just craved for at least a crumb of your time.
“Will you forgive me if I let you take a bath with me?” the offer is thrown at him like a bone, and while he tried to act like it wasn’t the proposition of a lifetime, you don’t miss the sparkle in his orbs when the question is asked.
His tail involuntarily sways while he purses his lips to fight back visible happiness, but that furry appendage gives everything away.
“That’s what I thought.” you lift your weight off the sofa, making Eric follow suit. He stumbles while getting on his feet, too set on sharing a bath together.
Following behind you like a lost puppy in his own home, you two find your way into the bathroom. You run warm water, finding the prettiest bath bombs to drop into the bath water, fizzing and dispersing a swirl of colorful dyes and exotic fragrances.
Clothes hit the floor and then you’ve found your naked body slotted between Eric’s legs in the tub. A heavy sigh falls from your lips when you settled in. Immediately, your boyfriend’s hands maneuver to either side of your neck, clutching you securely against him.
Your backside is pressed into his chest, soaking in the suds and weight from the day lifted off your shoulders.
Four walls and the tub separates you from the outside world. It’s only you and your lover in the room— Eric, who takes care of you and holds you as if you were threatening to drift away.
A loofah in his hand works to lather your skin in soap, gently rubbing the sponge thoroughly from your breasts to your lower back, allowing you to use his body as a cushion while he scrubs you clean.
You were being pampered as if you were at a spa. In between the cleansing and shampooing, his lips would fall on your shoulders and neck, soothing you even more through chaste kisses that spoke a language of love, tenderness, and praise.
Giggles slipped through, swishing your feet along the water and reaching your hand back to rake it through the nape of his neck, returning some of that affection back.
Your face turned to head for his lips, connecting them with your own and inevitably stretching yours against his as you can’t help but smile in bliss.
The remainder of the bath continued with washing one another up and sprinkling little gestures in between. Even after every inch of skin and hair was scrubbed and smelled as fresh as a daisy, there was no urgency to get out.
The warmth from Eric’s bare body engulfing yours and drowning out worries through the weighted blanket of water soaking the stress out from you was more than enough to keep you reeled in. But surely it wouldn’t be comfortable or safe to fall asleep in the tub. And you wouldn’t want pruney fingers from spending hours in the water, now would you?
The firm but cloud-like mattress was awaiting for you both, so after a little dawdling, you drained the tub dry and pulled yourselves out from the rectangular vessel.
That followed Eric’s wet curls shaking madly in all directions, wrapping one another up like burritos in towels, and moisturizing skin care routines. Of course, laughter was exchanged and remained endless all throughout. You didn’t realize how the most mundane things could actually elicit sweet memories and fun by having a partner to do it with.
Like, since when was popping pimples and brushing teeth the most hilarious thing in the world? It seemed so when Eric is around.
When hygienic routines were completed, it was time for lights out and to descend into dreamland. You’re ready for bed in a casual, patterned matching set while Eric wears his classic-cutesy Mario pajamas, his own cozy matching set that makes him feel like a kid again.
Once again, you’re curled up into his figure, throwing a leg over his body, along with an arm that follows suit.
Every inch of him is also wanting to keep you close, his tail snaking around one of your legs, raising goosebumps across your skin as his fur brushes and remains tightly wrapped along your limb.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” you refer to his tail that protected your skin, your fingers holding his nape fondly, grazing your nails over his damp hair.
The room is dark, no sign of brightness or fluorescent lights as everything has been shut off for slumber, but you can bet on your entire life that he wears a smile, cherubic cheeks on display from your sudden comment. Especially when you followed it with a goodnight kiss to his neck.
“Goodnight, handsome.”
This is what he lived for. Your bodies were glued together and you guys recharged in the same bed. A bed where you two shared secrets, stolen kisses, and so much sweet sex. He was infinitely lucky to be sleeping next to you.
He presses his mouth over the top of your head, giving you your own bedtime kiss as he ensures that you’re tucked nicely from the duvet, secure and cozy enough to your liking.
“G’night baby.”
Snuggling into his chest as a pillow, you allow your heavy eyelids to droop shut. The last thing you recall is the sensation of his hand strumming your back, encouraging you to rest.
Eventually, you fall asleep to one another’s breaths and fresh scent, weight in the clouds of your pillowy-dreams and sleeping soundly knowing that the person you’re next to will be the comfort that greets you in the morning.
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Eric is the first one to open his eyes.
And unfortunately when he does, he’s pissy about it.
He’s groggy and disoriented when he realizes his body decided to wake up. His face contorts into a frown once it registers that his slumber has been cut short, wiggling his feet as he gains consciousness and stretches an arm out.
It makes him raise his messy bedhead when it’s evident you two are no longer joined by the hip. While knocked out, it seems that there was much movement from him, awoken sprawled out with a limb hanging off the bed, and on the borderline of falling off it with the covers kicked off his entire body.
It’s inclination to scoot back against your figure, but this time, a sudden flash washes over him. It flares him up, face, chest, and neck feeling like they’re flushing red hot and rising in temperature. That could explain why he’s pushed himself to the edge and allowed you to hog the covers.
He swears under his breath from the heat wave that hits him, sweat beginning to form on his upper lip. It compels him to hastily fumble with the buttons of his pajama long sleeve, disconnecting those suckers and ripping himself free of the material, swinging it towards the floor.
Now bare-chested, he believes that ‘outta do the trick. He should’ve known better than to sleep in a long sleeve while the season was still mildly warm.
But when he flops his head onto the pillow, his skin is still rippling in flames. It’s annoyingly persistent, making him grunt as it won’t let him sleep or breathe peacefully.
His pants join the shirt on the ground, and when he yanks them off, he’s painfully aware of early morning wood, bulge confined by his briefs but prominent and much of a problem to make him let out a little hiss.
Man, the sun’s not even out and he just wants to sleep. His stupid genetic code and feral nature is deciding now is a good time to play. Meanwhile, you’re lying next to him, in a state of sleeping soundly and focused on getting profound rest.
Ignoring the growing issue at hand for your own sake, he decides to roll over on his side, backside facing towards you as if his problem would magically disappear.
But, of course, that’s not how things work. There’s no possible way to ignore this.
No matter how he repositions his limbs and tosses and turns as if he can shake off the feeling, there will be no cure for the heat that surges through his veins that doesn’t involve you.
The thick and heavy air swallows him whole, throbbing sensation hanging hefty in between his legs, eating away his brain cells even while he attempts to run away from it.
He shifts uncomfortably, straining every inch of his body through gritted teeth, veins bulging from his forearms and sweat building up all throughout, perhaps even drenching the sheets.
He curls his form as he rocks himself back and forth, fighting with himself even though this was not something he could win at. The room felt stifling to him, walls suffocating and close to breaking, heat making his skin scorching and awfully sweaty, close to cracking down and giving into his animalistic voice that’s ringing in his head.
Eric teased himself with every movement he made, wiggling his hips and sensitive cock twitching with any ounce of friction. Pathetic whimpers and rumbles of groans sounded from his throat, letting free in his poor attempt to maintain his composure.
Much to his dismay, he alarms you through his noises that you happen to catch. Your sluggish voice airs out, moaning laced with tiredness from being awoken.
“Y/n?” he chokes out, whimpering just from saying your name. “Sorry for waking you, baby.”
Mentally, Eric scolds himself for disrupting your sleep with his stupid suffering. He’s such a fucking horndog.
You’re heavy-eyed as you shift to find him on the bed, turning to your other side, forcing the exhaustion out from your eyes through harsh rubs when you are met with your boyfriend awake in distress.
“Eric, you okay?” your tone was gentle, yet filled with concern.
“N—no.” he stutters sheepishly. He was dying. And solely hearing the cadence of your voice makes it feel like he’s swallowing flames, needing you to tackle the fire that’s igniting inside of him.
In haste, you sit up, reaching over to turn on the lamp sitting on your nightstand. Now that the darkness has disappeared, you’re not blind to the physical distress he’s in, sweating buckets even as he’s practically almost stripped naked and flushed red from his chest upwards.
“What’s wrong?” you scoot towards him, inspecting his face, your own features souring up at the way his bangs clung to his forehead, sticky in sweat.
Using the back of your hand, you feel his cheeks and forehead, worry wrinkling your skin when it feels like he’s roasting in an oven.
“Shit, baby you’re burning up. I think you’re running a fever.” Eric releases a shaky sigh in response to both your words and touch, feeling more and more miserable by the minute. His glassy eyes watch you scan him with pity. His lips are cracked and throat is dry, body sore and aching for you. Just your scent alone is torture for him right now when you’re not playing with his dick.
“Let me go get some medicine—”
“No! Stay— i’m not sick!” he jumps his body up and makes you halt movement from his interjection.
His lips quiver and ears fall flat, embarrassed to acknowledge his problem aloud although this wasn’t you guys’ first rodeo.
It’s… well, you know…” he trails off, avoiding your gaze as he waits for you to put two and two together, not having the strength to fully verbalize his struggle.
And then you put the pieces together. It clicks. The excessive grunting. The way his entire body shivers when you barely brush a finger against him. The vein on his neck that sticks out and looks like it’s going to rupture. The lack of clothes.
Your eyes fall to his crotch, and there you meet his hard erection, beckoning for even a sliver of attention. It’s so bulky and visibly demanding, making you wonder how could you miss it? And even given the ungodly hours of the night, your core flutters from his package up and fighting for attention.
You should’ve known immediately.
“Now? Eric, I have to get up for work in a few hours!” you groaned with a huff. You loved Eric unconditionally, but time and place wasn’t a thing when it came to a hybrid.
“It really hurts, Y/n!” his words come out pitchy, lacking the ability and mentality to remain collected.
“Please, just a hand job. I promise i’ll be quick and good!” he scrambles out when you firmly pressed your lips together, signaling disapproval. You couldn’t believe how sexually dependent a hybrid could be.
You could call him a nuisance, but he is your boyfriend after all. And knowing how going left untouched could make him cry so much he’d faint, cock beating red and wetting his white briefs with precum, you had to step in.
Those orbs of his were glazed in anguish and urge, imploring you to have mercy on him and act fast. His balls were going to end up turning blue the more his arousal was prolonged, and so he hoped you’d take the time to massage his dick just this once.
“Ughhh, fine.” you gave in. Of course you’d give into his needs. You’d be a monster to leave him restless and feel as if he’s burning in hell through his rut.
Not wasting anymore time, you pull at the waistband of his briefs, tugging the underwear off and freeing his entire shaft swiftly.
Once the air hits his cock, he hisses at last of being free, whole body shuddering when your hand lands on his hardness.
“Ugh—ah! T-thank you…” his voice wavers, moaning shakily with a thrown back head as your wrist moves to work your magic, stroking his cock skin thoroughly and using your other hand to give his flexed thigh some feathery caresses.
His mouth stuck ajar, already blown senseless as you gripped and stimulated his rod. He held himself up on the mattress with his hands, fisting the sheets underneath him while you went to town on him.
You pitied how worked up he is. Precum dribbled and smeared down from his tip, collecting and wetting his shaft, producing filthy noises from the act as you ran your hand up and down.
Hushed cries pushed past his throat, never faltering as you kept a good and tight pace, your attention shifting back and forth between the girth in your hand and to his face distorted in ecstasy.
“How’s that feel, baby boy?” it comes out almost as a whisper, beguiled by how he writhes just from the pressure applied by your hand. His cock is so slippery and warm, beating and dripping with need.
To be quite honest, the sight grants you your own wetness settling in your panties, aroused with a pussy that’s beginning to pulse as you jacked off Eric.
“So fucking good!” he responds, eyelashes fluttering and nibbling on his bottom lip. His glans tingled through every passing of your soft hand, hips having a mind of their own by twitching upwards and trying to amp up the friction as if your movements weren’t enough.
You raised your brows and clicked your tongue, finding interest in how your boyfriend was such a pathetic mutt. His ruts overcame him with zero control, acting like a whiny, babbling mess just for some friction and stimulation.
There is a space for pity reserved for him in your brain. However, it’s overshadowed by how it’s kinda cute seeing just how on edge and flustered sexual frustration could get him.
He was glowing from the sweat and rosy tint that spread across his cheeks, dopey eyed with the occasional close and roll whenever you ran over a thick vein or fiddled with his tip.
On top of that, he had two very hot heads; both ready to blow their brains out.
It was exhilarating having the upper hand, knowing that you were the only one he’ll always turn to— even if that means crying like a bitch just for a stupid handjob.
“Hm, such a bad boy for waking me up for this. You’re so lucky I love your dick.” you gripped him more for extra emphasis on your words, more helpless whimpers unleashing out from him.
There was something about being reprimanded or praised for his behavior that became a kink of his, thriving off how you treated him. He wanted to be a good boy for you, but sometimes, it was hard whenever he had no control over certain circumstances.
Luckily, he lived for whatever title you’d give him, shamelessly getting off even if you played mean for a second. You were still so kind to give him what he needed.
And so when you pulled at the ridges of his head with your thumb and fondle with those flexible yet firm balls of his, you’ve targeted his most sensitive parts, stroking and petting his nerves, making his sack tighten up.
Pressure and fullness is heavily present from the waist down, intensified and signaling that there is no point in return, indicating that he’s going to blow a load even if he believes he’s not ready to.
You persist feeling up his wet cock skin, tonguing your teeth at how good it felt to toy with his erection. He spoke to you through shallow breaths and throbs of his shaft, pumping him to your heart’s content so you could get him to empty his tank.
“I’m— I don’t think i’m gonna last long,” he warns you through famous last words, no space held for a chance to respond to his utterance as his dick spazzes out following that.
Your hand still latched onto his length, your strokes dying down and freezing up as his ruddy tip dribbles cum out onto your fingers, and spurts out gobs uncontrollably into your face, making you draw your eyes shut and gasp as his fluids taint your features.
The release and frequent pulses of his cock has him moaning repeatedly from the weight off his shoulders. His ears flicked and tail tensed up, senses floating on cloud nine from the relief granted.
Although still in some sort of a trance from cumming, Eric takes quick— dare you say, impatient initiative to remove the cloudy ejaculation that glued all around your hand.
You’re baffled when his way of cleaning is by promptly taking your hand in his own, pulling it towards his face and inserting those drenched fingers into his mouth.
Suddenly, your digits are enclosed and trapped by his lips, getting soaked up in the heat of his mouth as he sucks them clean, drinking and swallowing his own vicious cum.
Wide eyed and stunned, you watch as he commits such an obscene, sinful act, happily ingesting fluid that has oozed from the cock he possesses.
Even if you wanted to, you can’t find the words for his behavior. His eyes blare into yours and hold a stare, pupils blown out and full of a beastly desire that doesn’t look like it’ll die down anytime soon. Like he’s anticipating for more.
He bobs his head as he ensures your digits only have traces of his saliva left behind, drawing them back by your wrist when he deems nothing remains.
Still, the other half of his release stuck to your face, and so, he whips his tongue out to sloppily lick your cheeks, nose, and temple, not letting any trace of his substance behind.
He pants in your face like he just ran a marathon, thirsty with lust as he runs the flat of his tongue over your skin, continuing to taste himself like a filthy whore.
“Eric… baby,” you whined, shamelessly so damn wet from how insatiably worked up he is.
When he finishes, he presses his forehead into yours, space nonexistent. You get lost in every hot breath he takes hitting your face, and his eyes that make it known that the jerking was just an appetizer, the relief from it being only temporary.
“Really need your pussy, ma. Lemme fuck you, please.” he swallows, adam’s apple bopping as he cups either side of your face, swiping a thumb just at the high point of your cheek.
He licks his lips once more this night with urgent craving, pores perspiring as his still-hard cock prods into your clothed stomach, burning to be inside of you.
There’s no turning back now, Eric having possessed your pussy and hormones to respond to his urges. He’d rut on the carpet like a dog searching for friction if you decided to kick his offer to the curb and go back to sleep.
Fortunately for him, your sex was already clenching at the idea of his hardness digging inside you.
“The things I do for you…” you try to sound annoyed, actions telling otherwise when you smash your lips right into his, knocking the air from his lungs.
Hard and headstrong is what describes the makeout. You both pant and moan as your lips moved against one another’s, trying to match a pace but racing with desperation to deeply get into it.
Everything was sloppy. The tongue that savored his own cum now thrusted into your mouth to swirl against your own, saliva slipping from mouth corners.
“You’re the fucking best.” he withdraws from the kissing to growl out, tugging on your bottom lip and then releasing, inflamed to crack open your other set of lips.
He pushes you back, now laid on the mattress with his naked, aroused figure hovering over the length of your body. The sleepwear covering you gets undone and shoved off, unveiling your bare tits, midriff, and pussy that’s hiding between your thighs.
Of which, he quickly slots a knee in between to open that cunt up for business. Your slick pussy is revealed to him, eyes and cock bulging in lust at the sight.
Sweet profanities come out from his mouth, grabbing his dick and angling it to insert into your hole recklessly, not caring about prep or that he was about to fuck you raw until you were overwhelmingly stuffed with his cream.
His girthy hardness pushes through your folds, sinking his hips all the way down until he bottoms out. The pressure between your legs hurts so good, putting up with it through meek whimpers.
Eric feels like he’s been waiting insufferable hours for this. With his cock now nestled warmly inside your sacred tunnel, he sighs in relief with a dreamy smile, eyes closed from immersing in the moment.
He felt like a damn virgin, already overwhelmed at the snug sensation of your walls hugging his manhood. His jaw clenched while trying to keep his cool, hiding his face in the crook of your neck .
“Shhh, good boy… Yeah I know, pup. I know.” you patted his backside, knowing that Eric’s hormones were going through the fucking roof. You embraced his body for a moment as he settled in your sex, adjusting and allowing space for some breath regulation.
And then, the sex started with quiet purrs of his voice in between soft, sensual kisses on your neck. You allow your sweet boy to draw his lips all over your upper body, tail swinging and your body arching upwards from his mouth cherishing your skin.
You wanted him just as bad; The sinful sounds coming from your mouth and soaked pussy was proof. He was going to jerk into you all night until you milked him dry.
A storm of pent up sexual rage and frustration is behind every roll of his hips, through every in and out stroke. His frontside is so burning hot to the touch against your skin, his movements determined yet tangled.
He boned into you like you were going to be ripped away from his arms. The veins on his body prominently stick out, panting through every push and plunge, stealing any form of your clarity and ability to speak with the crashing down of his lips onto yours.
Bodies moved together in heat and filth. The feeling of skin is locked inside your minds, hips driven by carnal desire. You both chased for release and lips, nipping, licking, and stroking against each other’s appendages while rocking so much that the mattress underneath creaks helplessly.
A string of saliva connects you both together like rope when he pulls away, almost like you’re destined to remain chained together. You whimper from now only having the memory of his lips onto yours from seconds ago.
All is forgiven when he delves into your perky tits, buds so erect and anticipating his attention.
He falls into them like it’s his destiny, planting kisses all over and between, sucking on your nipples, his moans vibrating over your skin.
Marks of his desperation and affection are left behind in the form of bites that would bruise red and purple later. You let him play rough, clawing onto his back for support during his divine devotion. You swallowed and warmed his shaft in wetness and hugs as he continued on, only growing the fire that’s already been lighted.
Even your breasts were wet and shining from his saliva that soaked the fleshy skin. When he raised his head up, some of his saliva seeped from the corner of his mouth, trailing in a line down his chin.
“Baby, you’re drooling,” you breathed out, lips parted as you reach a thumb up to wipe him clean, making him pause for a moment as he looks at you.
Given the heat of the moment, he doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed one bit. And frankly, you don’t think it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It turns you on, the way he’s slobbering all over your tits, drooling like a mutt for your flesh and body. It’s so painfully pathetic that your cunt beats a million times, swelling your clit.
Bringing your thumb to your mouth, you give it a good swirl as you suck his saliva out from the skin, giving him pouty eyes that teased and batted for him.
A low growl reverberates from his chest, believing he’s going to explode if he doesn’t stuff that slutty pussy of yours until you’re crying from fullness.
“Gonna fill you up, ma. You’re gonna take it all.” he warns, thrusts building up and body shaking madly because of it.
It’s not long before his jackhammering and slams of his pelvis against your sensitive parts makes you punch-drunk, babbling and crying out gibberish once he’s triggered your release.
You convulse and push up on your toes, head thrown back as you cum all over his cock, gripping and inevitably squeezing the cum out from his dick, too.
It’s a stuffy room full of obscene sounds and soaking body parts. Your body trembles as your pussy spilled, vision blurred in ecstasy and mind hotboxing in the clouds.
Slow blinks and a hazy mind is what you’re on, defeated post orgasm. However, Eric’s energy is everlasting. His recovery time is nonexistent, deciding that he hadn’t maxed out yet.
It’s like his hips have a mind of their own, rutting into your spilled pussy, grunting and huffing for something more.
You weakly moan, overstimulation stinging your nerves and stringing them out. Your cunt might as well be numb, thighs buzzing with the occasional jerk of your legs.
Eric is so persistent, puncturing and piercing his cock past your folds over and over again. The slick and squelching sounds as he drove his dick only pushed him more, needing you to empty his seed a million and one times.
“Mine, mine, mine.” he repeated, humping over your figure. His pubic bone rubbed against yours harshly, making every stroke count and making your walls clench even when you believed you’ve had enough.
You made it to the finish line but he’s aiming for a marathon, his cock still insanely hard and unyielding, carrying loads that needed to be poured out.
Thinking with his dick and not his other head, he was oblivious to your cries begging to calm down and ease off his strokes. He doesn’t have any plans to stop until the sun comes up, tense and throbbing with pleasure as he gets squeezed and stimulated by your silky sex
He’s bewitched by your body, practically howling like a hound, the dog hybrid part of him unleashing like a beast while he fucks you deep into the mattress.
“Babe, slow down! it’s t—too much.” your pounded pussy can only bear such a pace for so long, eyes watering with every in and out push and pull his cock takes, slipping into your abused hole like nothing.
Cries that plead mercy are no where near his radar even though he’s right on top of you, consumed by lechery.
It takes having to yank with force on his sensitive ears for him to get his act together and keep him in check. He whimpers and croaks a cry, hips stuttering and head cowering as you urged for his submission, snapping him out of his animalistic daze.
With a firm grab of his chin to keep him up and ensure held eye contact, you cease his movements, forcing him to obey.
“Eric… don’t be a bad boy. Where’s my good boy?” you tsk, putting on a disappointed look, threatening him with just your eyes that you’d walk out right now if he couldn’t get under control.
A frustrated, strangled whine comes out of Eric, red-faced and ashamed for being a little too much over eager.
“Just wanna cum…” he whimpers.
“I know, baby, I know. Just slow down for me.” you cradle his face, giving him a weak smile while he gives you an apologetic one back, leaning into your hold.
What he does next is a complete contrast to how he was fucking you a couple minutes ago. His soft side reveals itself even through his painful rut, Eric kissing the underside of your ear and falling face into your neck as he slowly starts rolling his hips again.
“Atta’ boy. My good boy.” you praised through a sigh, fingers loosely messing and fidgeting with his hair as he his movements are deep yet gentle, fueled by passion and raw love.
He hums and smiles into your skin at the enhancement of emotional intimacy. He appreciates the skin on skin contact, the feeling of his manhood sheathed in your cunt, the sounds you made that verbalized how good it was to be underneath him.
You’ve found harmony in the bedroom, connecting as one and time stopping as he takes his time with your precious body.
He’s inclined to crowd your face by rubbing his nose against yours, breath so familiar and warm like a hug. Kisses are so sensual yet precious, not fleeting or hurried. He makes love to you with intent and affection, bodies caressing one another and mumbling cheesy yet beautiful lines.
And when you both finish once more, his body drops limp over yours. Out of breath and his manhood stuffed and locked inside your creampie, you settled in peace for a minute.
Naked and glued together is how you evidently end up being drifted into sleep tonight for a second time. And much to your surprise, Eric’s stamina and energy finally caught up to him, too.
But seriously— you highly doubt that.
Just wait, in 30 minutes, he’ll be humping into you once again.
Safe to say, you’ll be calling out of work in the morning.
hii! i saw that you were open what we’d like to “request” ik you don’t typically write requests, but if you are interested in writing a kim sunwoo angsty fic?? i love reading anything sad ngll🥹 toxic relationship maybe?
hi!!! okay, this is so great ‘cause i’ve been dying to write another sunwoo fic cuz it’s been awhile! i’m currently writing an eric fic that will be posted soon, and i’m probably going to write a joshua from svt fic after that, but i will definitely be taking this into consideration and fulfilling your request! tysm for asking!
hi guys! i’m working on an eric fic still as i’ve previously mentioned but i wanted to ask u guys to send me asks n suggestions for possible a vampire related fic for october 🫦 i wanna write smth sultry n another vampire related fic for halloween szn— even if i post it late LMFAOOO!
pls don’t be shy n give me suggestions n recommendations for the vampire in question or any other fic ideas bc i wanna deliver!!! i was thinking perhaps joshua from svt but i need like a plot or prompt or something to work with so pls help me esp carats like ik a bunch of carats followed me recently (tysm everyone) so help plsss
