An innocent spin the bottle game didn’t just break hearts,it blew the damn roof off.🤭
It was that time again,the annual Campbell Lake Trip, where brain cells go to die and dignity gets left in the driveway. Booze was stacked in the back of the Jeep, the aux was already plugged in, and Metro Boomin was hitting harder than your childhood trauma.
"LEEEET’S FUCKING GOOOOO!!" Julia howled with four different flavored vapes in her hand, puffing the clouds away .
"Bro, no. Don't smoke that banana ice garbage in my car," Erik groaned, already done with her. "I don’t want the backseat to smell like a tropical diaper for the next month."
You were on the hood of the Jeep, pre-gaming like it was the Olympics and vodka was your sport. Exams were DONE. Summer was HERE. Life was FUN.
"Do we have to leave Paco at home?" Bobby whined, stuffing bags in the trunk like a freshly divorced dad saying goodbye to his toddler. "What if Mom cooks him by mistake again?"
"You know in some countries, that’s considered a delicacy,” you giggled, throwing on your sunglasses already feeling the buzz.
“Get in the car, princess, or he’s gonna cry,” Erik chuckled, holding his hand out like the cocky bastard he was.
You jumped into his arms and oh hellooo??was it the booze, or did his hands linger just a little too long on your waist? Hot. Steamy. Illegal-in-some-states level hot.
“Damn, Campbell. Who made you king of this clown car?” you smirked, still nestled in his arms.
“Brat,” he grinned, letting you go with a tap on your ass as he turned to start the engine.
Your skin was on fire. But not like a rash,like, good fire. You’d crushed on Erik since the day you moved in next door four years ago,but you never said a word. The Campbells were your safe space. Your emotional support chaos crew.
“PEACH. AUX. PLAY CHARLI XCX,” Julia shrieked from the backseat already with a beer in her hand.You slid into the front seat.
“Hell no,” Erik said, smacking his hand over yours before you could grab the aux cord,like some kind of playlist police. He left his hand there, warm, dominant, suspiciously sexy.
“C’mon, Kiki,” you pleaded, batting your lashes like a Disney princess .
He lifted his hand only to grab your face and squish your cheeks. “I’ll drop your ass at the train station if you try that again.”
“COME ON, YOU JACKASS. Peach—show him your boobs!” Julia yelled with the subtlety of a car crash, now halfway through her second beer.
“WHAT?!” you and Erik yelped in unison, turning to look at each other in complete panic/horny confusion.
“Girl, do you even know how to manipulate a man?” Julia snorted.
You looked at Erik. Erik looked at the road, praying for strength .
You leaned over, mischief in your grin. “Fine. I’ll show you my boobs if you let me play whatever I want.”
He blinked. “Are you buffering?”
“HELLO??” you snapped.
“Deal,” he said way too fast. Then smirked. “Only if I get to pierce them.”
OH. OH. Devil? Is that you?
“You sneaky little motherfu-” you began, but let’s be real: having Erik Campbell pierce your nips was top 3 on your “do before death” list. “Deal,” you grinned.
“You guys are FREAKS,” Bobby sighed from the backseat, watching Paco on the home cam .
“You haven’t seen us yet,” Erik fired back, tossing a wink your way that had you considering sin.
Was this heaven? Was this hell? Who cares,you were on your way either way, with Charlie XCX on the aux and Erik’s devilish smirk burning holes in your soul.
After what felt like a six-year road trip powered solely by vape clouds and siblings figths you finally pulled up to the lake house.
The cousins were already down by the lake, beers in hand, making questionable playlist choices. A few of the Campbells' high school friends were pre-gaming hard on the porch like it was frat formal 2012.
“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED, BITCHES!” Bobby screamed as he yeeted himself out of the Jeep .Turns out Julia had laced his protein shake with straight vodka. Again.
“Let’s LIT this party, Campbell,” you said, lighting a joint .
Erik put on his sunglasses, fist-bumped you like a bro with secrets, and boom: the party was officially unhinged.
You started floating through the crowd, saying hey to old faces and new bad ideas. Meanwhile, Erik was busy being charming,a little too charming,with his high school crush, freshly single, freshly annoying.
You’d heard that from Jules earlier and yeah… jealousy? It showed up like a clingy ex. You pretended you were chill. You were not chill.
To distract yourself from combusting, you grabbed their younger cousin and dragged him into the cabin to help with bags.
“C’mon, kiddo. You’re my emotional support now” you said, patting his back like a coach before the big game. It was his first invite ever, and he looked like he might cry from excitement,or fear. Same difference.
Then the sun went down, and the feral switch flipped.
Beer pong was raging. Teams were set. You and Erik vs. his crush and Bobby.
This was WAR.
“Don’t mess this up, Kiki. I’m already on my last brain cell,” you hissed at him.
He cracked his neck like a dramatic little shit. “Watch me, Peach. I’ve been training for this since the womb.”
He sank the last cup like a god. Victory.
“THAT’S MY BOY!!” you shouted, making eye contact with the Barbie doll across the table and drinking in her passive-aggressive glare.
“Told ya,” Erik smirked.
You ruffled his hair and swore you saw him blush,but it could’ve been the booze… or the emotional whiplash. Unclear.
“Victory piggyback. Pay up,” you demanded.
He crouched, and you jumped on like it was your Roman chariot. Legs around his waist. Arms around his neck. Dangerously close. Questionable choices? Activated.
He was laughing. You were swaying.
“Easy, princess. You’re gonna get us both killed,” he giggled, tipsy as hell.
You kissed his cheek. Just a quick peck.
Then froze.
What. The. Actual-
His ears turned bright red. You stared. He stared back.
You panicked.
So naturally… you did it again.
This time, slower.
“Why are you so cute all of a sudden?” you whispered into his ear .
He turned his head, and that SMIRK? That cocky, I-know-what-you-want smirk?
“Now I’m cute?” he said. “Wasn’t I a loser ten minutes ago?”
“You still are,” you whispered. “But you’re my loser.”
He groaned. Not fake. Not joking. Like he was actively fighting off a decision that would ruin both your lives in the hottest way.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Before you could say “then die madly in love”, Julia screamed from the backyard like a drunk war general.
“SPIN THE BOTTLE IS HAPPENING! IF YOU'RE NOT KISSING STRANGERS IN FIVE MINUTES, YOU’RE DEAD TO ME!”
Erik looked at you. You looked at him.
And just like that,you both knew.
Tonight was about to get so, so illegal.
Everyone crowded into the living room like horny sardines. Half the room was sitting on the floor. The other half? Already tipsy, already yelling, already one dare away from getting banned from family events.
Julia had somehow turned spin-the-bottle into a spectator sport.
Rules? None. Boundaries? Absolutely not.
The bottle spun in the center like it had a personal vendetta.
You sat next to Erik, still riding the high of your piggyback-kiss stunt, until Julia clapped and screamed:
“ALRIGHT, WHO WANTS TO TRAUMA BOND?”
First spin. Chaos. Second spin. A dare that may or may not have resulted in someone licking sunscreen off a cousin's abs. Third spin? Erik’s turn.
You were sitting pretty, thinking:
“No way fate’s that evil. No way it lands on her.”
It landed on her.
The blonde. The crush. The Barbie bitch.
His high school dream with the waist of a Coke bottle and the face of a girl who cries in a cute way.
You laughed it off. Totally chill. Not even bothered. (You were so bothered.)
“Go on, lover boy,” Julia grinned, already filming. “Seal your middle school fantasy.”
Erik blinked. Looked at you. Looked at her.
Then,he kissed her.
You saw red.
Like, actual fire-nation attack red.
It was a short kiss. Innocent, maybe.
But not to you. Oh no.
To you, it was a declaration of WAR.
And the bottle? Oh, the bottle KNEW.
Next spin? Yours.
It landed right. Back. On. Erik.
The room lost it.
Everyone was screaming. Julia dropped her vape. Bobby yelled, “OOOOH NOOOO” like it was the Super Bowl.
You looked at Erik. He looked at you. There was tension. No, it was heat. The room could’ve been on fire and you would’ve blamed it on whatever was happening between your legs.
“You gonna kiss me, Peach?” he smirked, clearly thinking he was winning.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said.
And then you kissed him.
No,you made out with him. Right there. In front of everyone.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was a public service announcement.
It was a “that kiss with Barbie meant nothing and this means everything” kind of kiss.
Your hands in his hair. His arms locked around your waist.
Your bodies pressed together like the only air left was in each other's mouths.
People were screaming. Julia was waving a beach towel like a flag. Bobby was filming and chanting “SPIN THAT TONGUE.” One of the cousins screamed, “IS THIS ALLOWED?!”
Erik groaned against your lips, pulled you closer, kissed you like he’d been starving for four summers and you were the last cold beer on earth.
You broke the kiss. Eventually. Maybe. (Time was fake.)
You looked at Barbie. She looked like she’d just witnessed a crime.
Good.
“Fuck me,” Erik breathed, completely dazed. “What the hell was that?”
You wiped your lip with your thumb. Smirked.
“That? That was me winning.”
The second your lips left Erik’s, the air shifted.
The room was still loud, people were still shouting,but it all felt muffled.You could still taste him. You could still feel his hands on your hips like they were claiming something.
And the worst part? The blonde was still watching.
You turned your head, slowly. She looked like she wanted to hang you. Good. She should.
But the second Erik stepped back, just a little,just enough,a knot twisted in your stomach.
Because it wasn’t supposed to feel like that.
That kiss? It was a dare. A joke. A game.
Except it wasn’t.
And the way Erik looked at you now,like he was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened,made it worse.
You shoved past him, beer still in your hand, walking toward the kitchen like you weren’t seconds away from combusting.
“Peach-”
You didn’t stop.
He followed. Of course he did.
“What was that?You fucking kissed me like you meant it,” he said behind you, voice low, tight.
You slammed your beer on the counter, spun around.
“You kissed her first.”
“Because I didn’t have a choice-!”
“No,” you snapped, stepping closer, “you wanted to. Don’t play dumb, Erik. She was your dream girl in high school, right? So congratulations. You got your kiss.”
He stared at you, breathing hard. “She’s not my dream girl anymore Peach.And it felt like nothing.”
You blinked.
“What?” you whispered.
He stepped closer. “You wanna know what that kiss with her felt like? Nothing. I felt nothing. And then you looked at me like you hated me. And then you kissed me and I haven’t been able to think straight for a goddamn second.”
You should’ve walked away. You should’ve said something smart. But you didn’t.
You grabbed his shirt, pulled him in, and kissed him like you were punishing him.
You didn’t even care anymore. Not about the people. Not about his blonde high school crush watching from the living room. Not about the fact that this was supposed to be a dumb game and a joke.
No.
You were past the point of caring.
You wanted him to feel what you felt-
That heat. That ache. That jealous, angry, horny madness burning you alive from the inside out.
Erik grabbed your hips like he owned them. Like he’d waited years to touch you like this. You kissed him like you were punishing him for making you wait.
He bit your bottom lip.
You gasped.
Your hands fisted in his shirt.
He pulled your legs up, hooked it around his hips.
And you nearly lost it.
“This is so bad,” you breathed against his mouth.
“Yeah?,” he growled. “So stop me.”
You didn’t.
You devoured him. Kissed him like revenge. Like hunger. Like the only way to kill the feeling was to climb inside his skin.
He picked you up like it was nothing,and sat you on the counter like it was his kitchen and his rules.
You moaned into his mouth. He swallowed it.
“Still jealous?” he whispered, lips dragging across your jaw.
You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back just enough to look him in the eyes.
“You think this is about her?” you hissed. “I’m not jealous, Erik. I’m obsessed.”
His breath caught. His fingers dug into your thighs. You felt everything,every inch of him pressed between your legs.
“Fuck,” he muttered, forehead against yours, voice wrecked. “Say that again.”
You kissed him instead. Sloppier. Hungrier. He groaned so deep it vibrated through your whole body.
Your lips moved to his neck. You bit.
He hissed.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he gasped.
You smirked, licking the bite.
“Then die on your knees.”
He groaned, buried his face in your neck, hands everywhere now,spine, ribs, under your shirt, up your sides like he wanted to learn you by touch.
You only stopped when Bobby walked into the kitchen, froze, and just muttered:
“I’m gonna go eat rocks outside.”
Except Erik, who didn’t even lift his head from your neck. He just muttered, deadpan, “Lock the damn door next time.”
You bit back a laugh, still drunk on adrenaline, lips swollen, heart racing. You looked Bobby dead in the eye.
“Good. Chew slow.”
He backed out of the kitchen like he saw Satan himself.
You finally peeled yourself off Erik, skin buzzing, brain short-circuited.
“Okay,” you said, straightening your top like it mattered. “That… escalated.”
He stepped back just enough to let you breathe but kept one hand on your waist like he wasn’t done with you.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low, eyes dark. “And we’re not even close to finished.”
Your stomach flipped.
He kissed your cheek. Innocent. Dangerous. Deadly.
“Room. Ten minutes. If you’re not there, I’m coming to get you.”
He didn’t wait for a reply.
He just walked off, shoulders tense, jaw clenched.
You blinked. Exhaled. Tried to fix your lip gloss, but your hands were shaking.
A chaotic weekend at Riot Fest becomes a battle of unresolved tension when you’re forced to share a tent with Erik
The moment you stepped out of Julia’s Jeep and into the chaos of Riot Fest, you knew this weekend was going to end in either sex, arson, or both.
Mud. Music. Mayhem.
And him.
Erik. Fucking. Campbell.
Shirtless. Covered in tattoos. Sunglasses on despite the fact it was cloudy as shit. Holding a six-pack of root beer like it was the Holy Grail and he was the sin-soaked Indiana Jones of your nightmares.
You froze. Eyeliner? Shaking.
“JULIA,” you hissed.
“What?” she replied, with the stone-cold cool of someone who definitely knew what she did. She popped her gum like a villain. “I thought you’d be happy. I put you in the same tent. Save on space. And, y’know…”
She raised an eyebrow.
“The friction.”
You blinked. “I’m going to end you.”
“Don’t dry hump too hard,” she added cheerfully, grabbing her duffel. “The zippers can’t handle that kind of tension. Trust me. I speak from deeply unfortunate experience.”
You spun on her, ready to either scream or cry or crawl into a garbage can.
“You what?! Jules, are you serious?Im going to faint, I need three packs of Marlboros and a gallon of tequila right fucking now.”
“It’ll be fine,” she shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Cue Erik walking up like he heard from God Himself.
“Peach,” he said, dragging the nickname out like a goddamn love song dipped in sarcasm. “Nice to see your eyeliner survived the car ride. Did you use paint thinner this time?”
“You’re one joke away from getting buried alive in a port-a-potty, Campbell.”
Still, you hugged him.. The worst part? He felt good. Warm. Familiar. Like the disaster you never quite outgrew.
This was the guy who made you fall in love with KISS when he showed you Detroit Rock City on DVD ages ago. He used to made fun of you every time you sobbed at the end like a widow.
“THEY MADE UP, ERIK. AT THE CONCERT. IT’S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL,” you’d wailed once, sobbing into his shirt.
He just laughed. “Get a grip, Jesus. You’re leaking.”
Now, standing here, shirtless and smug, he was the same annoying bastard. But hotter. More dangerous.
“By the way,” he added, casually, “don’t spray that crime-against-noses perfume inside the tent again. I swear I sneezed for five hours straight last year.”
You flipped him off. “I’ll just fart instead.”
He nearly tripped over the tent trying to chase you down.
And just like that, war was declared.
By 4 PM your Docs were murdering your feet, you were on your third vodka Red Bull, and Erik had already managed to:
• Flirt with both bartenders.
• Arm wrestle a guy in a fishnet bodysuit.
• Steal a joint from a group of hippies and pretend he “found it on the ground.”
And somehow still have enough energy to piss you off every 15 minutes.
You were mid-rant about your boots when Julia dropped a bomb from her festival chair like she was narrating a true crime documentary.
“So... tiny thing. Your ex is here.”
You stopped chewing your fry.
“WHAT?Don’t joke with things like that Jules!I almost choked.”
“Brad. Cargo shorts. Tank top. Emotional damage.”
You blinked. Hard. Calculating whether stabbing him with a corn dog stick was legally considered assault or performance art.
Erik plopped down beside you. “Why do you look like you’re planning a crime?”
“Her ex is here,” Julia replied, sipping a neon drink .
“Fucking Brad? Is he still pretending to care about climate change to get laid?”
“Worse,” Julia said. “He’s with that TikTok blonde. Looks like she filters her soul.”
You stood, rage bubbling. “Nope. I’m leaving. Give me the keys. I’ll walk to the next state.”
Julia grabbed your wrist. “No. Screw him. Let’s get drunk. Start a pit. Snap a few bones for fun!”
Then Erik stood too, voice low, smirk deadly.
“Or…”
You raised an eyebrow. “Or?”
He leaned in. “We pretend we’re together. You sit on my lap. We kiss. He combusts. I win. You win. Everyone else loses.”
“Why would you enjoy it?”
“I’ve been dying to shut you up with my mouth since sophomore year.”
Your brain said no. Your body? Already glitching.
Your knees? Compromised.
You glared. “That’s evil.”
He grinned, stepping closer. “And hot.”
You took a breath. “Fine. But if you do anything weird, I will kill you with a glow stick.”
He leaned into your ear, voice pure sin.
“Peach, I invented weird.”
Ten Minutes Later
You were in Erik’s lap.
His arms wrapped around your waist.
His hand? Under your skirt, just resting on your thigh. Just enough to drive you crazy without doing anything explicitly illegal.
“This is… disturbingly comfy,” you admitted.
“You’re welcome. I make a great emo couch.”
“You’re also warm. I might keep you.”
He tensed. Just barely. Then squeezed your hip.
“Careful, sweetheart. I might not let you go.”
Your heart betrayed you.
Then- here came Brad. Like a walking red flag and discount cologne.
He looked over.
You smiled.
Erik leaned in, lips brushing your neck.
“Smile for the cheaters,” he whispered.
You ground down just enough to make him hiss.
“You’re playing with fire, Peach.”
You looked back, eyes glowing with mischief.
“Then burn with me.”
Suddenly: “FOO FIGHTERS, BABY! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO!” Julia screamed, sprinting toward the stage like her taxes depended on it.
Erik helped you down, and you laced your fingers through his.
Then, without thinking, you grabbed his hand and wrapped it around your waist as you walked.
“What’s this?” he murmured, smirking against your temple.
“Just wanted you to hold me,” you mumbled. Vodka was 80% of your blood. Truths were leaking.
Erik rubbed his jaw like it physically pained him. “Jesus, Peach. You’re drunk. And you’re killing me.”
You giggled. “I am drunk. But don’t die. I want to kiss you before you turn into a ghost.”
His grip on you tightened.
“Peach…”
You turned to him. “Yeah?”
He looked at you like he wanted to kiss you and start a fire at the same time.
“You better mean it. Because if I kiss you… it’s not fake anymore.”
You smiled.
Twenty minutes later, you were tipsy off vodka slushies and Erik’s smug hand on your waist.
The music was thunder. The crowd? Unhinged. You could feel the bass in your spine. Somewhere, someone was vomiting behind a speaker.
Romance was in the air.
You were pressed up against Erik, half-dancing, half-grinding, fully pretending you weren’t imagining what it would be like to climb him like a jungle gym and scream into his mouth.
“Peach,” he warned, voice in your ear, “if you keep looking at me like that, we are not making it to the end of this set.”
“Good,” you purred, letting your hand trail up under his shirt, just slightly. “Then let’s end it early.”
He visibly malfunctioned. You could practically hear the Windows XP shut-down sound in his brain.
“I hate you.”
“You wish.”
Then-
“BRING ME THE HORIZON’S STARTING, LET’S GO DIE IN A PIT!” Julia screamed, launching herself into the crowd like a goddamn Viking.
You whooped, grabbed Erik’s hand, and pulled him in after her.
Big mistake. Huge.
The Mosh Pit
It was a war zone. Sweat. Boots. Elbows. You got hit in the ribs twice, and you loved it. Someone screamed, someone lost a shoe, someone proposed to their girlfriend mid-breakdown. You lived for it.
Until someone shoved you. Hard.
Your boot caught in the mud. Your body lurched. And before you could hit the ground-
Arms. Around you. Tight. Warm. Familiar.
Erik.
He caught you mid-fall, pulling you flush against his chest like you weighed nothing. The look on his face?
Absolute panic + raging murder boner.
“ARE YOU OKAY? WHO THE FUCK SHOVED YOU?”
“I’m fine,” you gasped, but your knees said liar, and your ribs weren’t vibing either.
Erik scanned the pit like he was about to start swinging. “I will punch someone into the sun.”
“Chill, Campbell.”
“No,” he snapped, grabbing your face in both hands, eyes dark. “You do not get to die in my arms because some punk jackass couldn’t handle the circle pit. You’re mine, got it? If anyone’s going to bruise you, it’s gonna be me. Consensually.”
You blinked. Slowly.
“…That was the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Fuck it,” he muttered, lifting you bridal-style like it was nothing. “You’re done. We’re going back.”
“Erik, I can walk-”
“You limped. I saw it. Don’t argue. I’m turned on and concerned and that’s a terrible combo.”
By the time you got back to the tent, you were buzzed, bruised, and completely feral.
Erik laid you down gently like you were made of glass, then immediately turned into a one-man emergency team. He yanked his hoodie off, shoved it under your head, grabbed a half-used first aid kit from his bag, and muttered to himself like he was about to perform surgery.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked.
“My soul. Also my ribs.”
He huffed out a laugh and lifted your shirt,carefully. You watched his face go from playful to holy shit as he caught sight of the forming bruise.
His fingers brushed it softly.
His jaw clenched.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he murmured, not looking up. “I thought-fuck. I thought I was gonna lose you.”
“You’d miss me?” you teased, even though your heart was hammering like a war drum.
He finally met your gaze. And this time, there was no joke in his voice.
“Peach. I don’t think I’d recover.”
You swallowed.
The tension exploded like a firework at point blank.
One second you were staring at him.
The next?
Mouths. Colliding.
Tongues. Teeth. Desperation. Heat.
He kissed you like he was mad at you. Like he wanted to ruin you and hold you forever all at once.
You moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
He groaned against your lips. “You sure?”
You nodded, whispering: “Just don’t stop.”
That was all he needed.
He tugged your shirt off, eyes devouring every inch like you were a feast and he was starving.
“God, look at you,” he breathed. “All mine. Finally.”
“Less talking,” you panted. “More ruining me.”
He smirked.
“Brat.”
And then he did exactly that.
You were pinned to the floor of the tent, chest rising, breath ragged.
He hovered above you, hair falling into his eyes, skin flushed and glowing from the adrenaline of the pit and from you. His hands were everywhere. Up your thighs, along your waist, gripping, claiming.
“Say it,” he growled against your neck, voice low and wrecked. “Say you want this.”
You gasped, back arching into him as his mouth sucked just below your collarbone, hard enough to bruise.
“I want this.” You swallowed, voice shaking. “I want you.”
That did it.
He crushed his mouth to yours with the kind of heat that short-circuited your brain. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed. His hands slid under your shirt,greedy, like he couldn’t decide what to touch first. The feel of him pressed between your legs had you melting.
You rolled your hips up into him, and he growled.
“God, Peach…” His lips traced fire down your throat. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“You first,” you breathed, dragging his shirt up and over his head. He helped, then dove right back in, hands skimming your sides like he was memorizing you by feel alone.
You were bare from the waist up in seconds, cool air hitting hot skin, and Erik froze. His eyes roamed every inch of you, jaw clenched like he was holding back a scream.
“You’re not real,” he muttered.
“Then keep touching me until I am.”
He did.
His mouth closed around your nipple and you cried out, fingers fisting in his hair, dragging him closer. His free hand slid between your thighs, over your underwear, pressing just enough to make your legs shake.
He kissed his way up your chest, lips swollen, voice wrecked. “You’re so fucking wet.”
You moaned, hips lifting.
He smirked. “All for me?”
“Only for you.”
And then,he moved his hand.
Slow. Firm. Torturous.
You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but he just chuckled darkly.
“Don’t hold back now, baby.” His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. “I wanna hear how badly you need me.”
You whimpered, nails dragging down his back as he leaned in, voice dark and delicious in your ear.
“I’ve waited years for this, Peach. I’m not stopping until you forget your name.”
He kissed you again, slower this time. Deeper. The kind of kiss that made your body melt, made your legs fall open, made you want to cry.
Your bodies ground together in a rhythm that felt filthy and perfect, a desperate.
Clothes disappeared. Hands roamed. Skin on skin, breathless and begging.
“Please,” you whispered, voice breaking. “Erik, please-”
He pulled back, eyes black with want.
“Anything you want,” he said, voice hoarse. “I’m yours.”
“I’m never letting you into a mosh pit again,” he growled, dragging his fingers down your thigh where a scrape still stung.
“I’m never wearing a bra again.”
He blinked.“God bless.”
You smirked and pressed into his hand like the brat you were,already warm, already soaked from adrenaline and the way his voice rasped when he was pissed and turned on at the same time.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice full of danger. “All needy and whiny. My little brat.”
And then,zip.
Your eyes dropped.
Holy shit.
Pierced. Leaking. Ready to ruin you.
Your lips parted involuntarily.
“Someone’s excited to meet me,” you purred, with innocence while inching closer .
“Count your blessings, sweetheart.” He grinned darkly.
Before you could say anything back, he slid into you in one brutal, perfect thrust,no warning, no mercy. You bit down on a gasp, but he was already there, covering your mouth with his, swallowing every moan like it was his favorite song.
And it was. You could feel it. The way he moved. The way his hands gripped your waist like a lifeline. The way his tongue tangled with yours like it was personal.
“Fuck, Peach,” he groaned against your lips. “You feel like you were made for me.”
One hand found your breasts ,thumb brushing your nipple until your back arched like a string had snapped inside you.
“This tent is too damn small-” he grunted.
You barely got the words out: “Then let me ride you.”
That flipped a switch.
In one slick, filthy motion, he rolled and pulled you onto him, guiding your hips like he was building a symphony from chaos.
You settled over him, breath caught in your throat as his piercing brushed that sweet, unbearable spot deep inside you.
“Please guide me,” you whispered, already shaking.
His eyes were black with hunger as he took your hips in both hands and slammed you down, making you cry out.
“Always, baby. I got you.”
And he did. Every bounce. Every drag. Every time your thighs quivered and your moans turned breathless, he was right there, helping you fall apart and loving every second.
“You’re a fuckin’ angel, Peach,” he said through gritted teeth, voice rumbling against your ribs like thunder. “So pretty, so loud for me-keep goin’, I wanna feel you fall apart.”
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.
You just moved.
Riding that high with his fingers digging in, his mouth back on your throat, his breath hot against your shoulder, whispering filth you didn’t have the brain cells left to process.
Until it hit.
That snap. That white-hot, stars-exploding, everything-blurring release.
You collapsed against him, shaking, babbling something like his name and a curse and maybe a love confession.
And Erik-sweaty, gorgeous, wrecked,wrapped his arms around you like you were made of glass and buried his face in your neck as he followed, cursing against your skin.
Silence.
Then:
“I think I saw God,” you mumbled.
Erik laughed,that deep, post-orgasmic wheeze of a man who knows he did that.
“If God’s in this tent, we’re both going to hell.”
You didn’t care.
You were in his lap. Still full of him. And the world could wait.
Because for once, you didn’t feel broken.
You just felt his.
You woke up to the smell of sweat, sex, and the faint scent of Julia’s anxiety coffee wafting in from outside the tent.
Your legs were jelly. Your throat was wrecked. Your body?
Fully used. Thoroughly destroyed. Proudly ruined.
You shifted slightly and winced.
“Fuck,” you muttered, flopping back onto the sleeping bag like your bones were made of mashed potatoes. “He actually broke me.”
A voice, dangerously smug, purred beside you:
“That’s what happens when you tell me to go crazy, sweetheart.”
You whipped your head toward Erik, who was lying on his side like a smug little slut .Bedhead. Hickey-covered chest. That damn piercing catching the light. Still naked.
And grinning like the devil just gave him a participation trophy .
“I should slap you.”
He reached over and trailed his fingers down your bare stomach. “You did. Repeatedly. Pretty sure you left claw marks on my back too.”
You flushed.
“…You deserved them.”
“You moaned my name like a prayer and then cried after the third—”
“ERIK.”
He smirked. “You started it, Peach.”
You groaned and shoved your face into the hoodie he’d thrown over you sometime during the night. It still smelled like him. Sin. Laundry soap. Regret. Lust. Possibly weed.
Then, the sound that could strike fear into your horny little heart:
“I KNOW YOU’RE AWAKE, SLUTS!”
Julia.
“IF THAT TENT SMELLS LIKE REGRET AND CUM, I’M BURNING IT.”
You choked on your own oxygen.
Erik grinned. “She’s so supportive.”
You shoved his face into a pillow.
Outside, Julia continued:
“I BOUGHT DONUTS AND THREE TYPES OF GATORADE. BUT NO ONE GETS ANY UNTIL I GET DETAILS. AND YES, I’M YELLING. BECAUSE YOU BUTT DIALED ME AGAIN AND I HEARD EVERYTHING.”
You buried yourself deeper in the hoodie. “I’m never showing my face again.”
Erik sat up and stretched,like a cat who just knocked everything off your emotional shelf.
“You sure you’re gonna be able to walk?”
You glared at him. “If I limp, I’m telling everyone you punched me.”
“You screamed my name loud enough, babe. No one’s gonna believe that.”
You threw a boot at his head.
You eventually emerged wearing his hoodie (because yours had mysteriously vanished), his hickeys, and the haunting realization that your knees were still shaking.
Julia handed you a donut and a coffee with a grin.
“You got railed so hard the rats left the campsite out of respect.”
Erik, unbothered and half-dressed, just sipped his Gatorade like a post-sex Olympic gold medalist.
Brad and TikTok Barbie walked past at the worst possible moment.
You locked eyes with your ex.
Erik stood, walked over, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind like he had every right to. And he did.
“Morning, Brad,” he said cheerfully. “Peach couldn’t walk this morning. I take full responsibility.”
You blinked.
Barbie gasped.
Brad’s jaw clenched so hard it could’ve snapped.
Julia whispered, “Ten outta ten. Emmy-worthy.”
You turned, grabbed Erik by the shirt, and pulled him down for a kiss that was all tongue, bite, and I dare you to look away.
When you pulled back, Erik looked dazed.
“I’m keeping you,” he muttered.
“You better,” you whispered, voice low.
Brad stormed off.
Julia did a backflip emotionally.
And you? You leaned into Erik, bruised and aching and alive in a way you hadn’t felt in years.
“Same tent tonight?” he asked, voice in your ear, already smug again.
One plan to ruin an ex spirals and turns into a wildfire of lust and late-night moaning.
“PLEASE, I’M GETTING ON MY FUCKING KNEES, OKAY? JUST THIS ONCE!” Erik shouted across the living room like it was a telenovela.
“FUCK OFF! I’M NOT DOING IT!” you yelled back, already halfway to chain-smoking a full pack and faking your own death. Not even Marlboros could fix the migraine you got just from existing today.
Erik looked five seconds away from spontaneous combustion. “Why not?! Jesus fucking Christ-one thing, Peach. Just one. Don’t make me bring up the Denver trip.”
You shot up off Julia’s couch like your soul had been yanked out of your spine. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, CAMPBELL.”
You stormed toward him, eyes blazing, trying to intimidate him. He didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. Arms crossed, mouth cocked into a smirk like he was ready to end this fight with fists, fire, or a fake engagement ring.
Julia strolled down the stairs, coffee in hand, face bored. “What’s happening? It smells like unresolved sexual tension and broken dreams in here.”
“It’s just rage and bullshit,” you snapped. “Tell your brother he’s a dumbass.”
“Oh, he knows,” she chirped. “Doctors said it’s irreversible. We even tried holy water. He just got wet.”
“Why are you fighting, anyway?” she added, sipping.
“Because she can’t do one damn thing for this friendship,” Erik growled, stepping closer. “At this point, I don’t even know why we’re still friends. She’s fucking useless.”
You were toe to toe now. Close enough to feel the heat of his breath on your lips. You didn’t know if you wanted to slap him or shove your tongue down his throat. Probably both.
“Fuck you, okay?” you hissed. “Just because we’ve known each other since the fucking Black Plague doesn’t mean I’m going to help you win your ex back. Go on Tinder. Bumble. Fucking Grindr. I don’t care. Pick someone else.”
“Oooh,” Julia purred, eyes wide. “So that’s what this is. Sophia’s coming back to town and Erik’s playing ‘Get My Ex Back: The Remix.’”
You groaned. “I hate her. Last time we were in the same room, she almost bit my head off.”
“That’s because you nearly set her hair on fire,” Erik reminded.
“She wore half a can of hairspray to a Christmas party! I was lighting a candle, not plotting murder!”
“Exactly!” he exclaimed, eyes wild. “She hates you. Which means she’ll do anything to get me back, just to piss you off.”
He threw his arms up like a dramatic Real Housewife.
“Oh babe…” Julia grinned like the devil. “Guess who Sophia’s dating now?”
“I don’t give a single fu-”
“Alex.”
You froze.
“My Alex?”
“Your ex Alex,” she said sweetly.
The Alex. High school heartbreak. Gaslighting king. Prince of “You’re just not popular enough,” which actually meant not hot enough. It took four months, three therapy sessions, and one egging of his house to get over him.
(Erik bought the eggs.)
“Oh. We’re doing this,” you said coldly.
“See?” Erik grabbed your shoulders, eyes blazing. “Come on, Peach. We have to do this. For honor. For vengeance. For-”
“For making Sophia combust and watching Alex implode?” you asked, all sugar and venom.
“Exactly.”
He looked too smug. And maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just about Sophia. Maybe he liked the idea of calling you his. Maybe he wanted the fantasy to bleed into reality.
But he’d never say that out loud.
Julia clapped her hands like a game show host. “So, babes. What’s it gonna be?”
You grabbed Erik by the collar, yanking him so close your breath tangled. “We’re getting married,” you growled. “Mark my fucking words. Those two don’t know who they’re messing with.”
“HELL YES, baby!” Erik shouted, spinning you around like a coked-up Patrick Swayze.
Julia cackled. “I cannot wait for tonight.”
He set you down gently, hands still resting on your waist. Too warm. Too steady. Too dangerous.
You winked. “Game time, baby.”
Then stomped upstairs.
“Julia, we’ve got a makeover to do!”
“YES MA’AM!” she yelled, nearly tripping over herself to follow.
Downstairs, Erik stood alone, grinning like a man on the edge.
“God help me,” he whispered. “I’m so fucked.”
“Ready, Peach?” Erik waited downstairs.
You strutted in, wrapped in war paint and vengeance,short skirt, red-hot top, hair cascading like you just stepped out of a shampoo commercial and a bar fight.
He whistled, low and dangerous.
“Hot,” he whispered, taking your hand. Just that one word sent shivers down your spine.
“You sure? I feel kinda slutty,” you teased, fully aware it would only fuel him.
His eyes darkened. “Flaunt those lashes at me again and we’re not making it to the damn party, sweetheart.”
There was always something between you. Heat. Hunger. History. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe you were ovulating. Maybe you just wanted to climb him like a jungle gym and let him ruin your entire existence.
“Game time,” you said as you walked into the house.
It was packed. You and Erik stuck close, fingers laced, the picture of toxic bliss. And then you saw her. Blonde bitch, perfect blowout, standing next to your ex.
You stiffened. Erik’s grip tightened.
“Come on, Peach,” he murmured, dragging you toward the couch in the center of the room.
“What’s the plan, Campbell? Make out in front of everyone?” you snorted.
He pulled you onto his lap in one swift motion.
“Not my style,” he smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You were blushing like hell, unsure whether to bury yourself in his chest or crawl under the coffee table.
“Let’s make some motherfuckers jealous, baby.”
You leaned in, hand on the back of his neck. Skin on skin. Fire in your blood.
He slid his hand up your thigh. “Easy, tiger.” Then kissed your neck like he was starving. You gasped as he squeezed your thigh and bit your collarbone.
“You’re killing me,” you whispered, dizzy with lust.
“That was the plan from the start,” he growled, lips brushing your ear.
You couldn’t take it. You grabbed his lower lip between your teeth and tugged.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Well, well,” Sophia appeared like the Ghost of Christmas Bitches.
“Hey, Sophia,” you said brightly, hand resting on Erik’s chest. He didn’t even look at her. Eyes locked on yours.
“So... you two finally dating? I knew you were always after him-”
Before she could finish, Erik pulled you off his lap and dragged you outside.
“Sorry, we’re leaving,” he called, not even glancing back.
“Erik, what the hell-” you started as you reached the parking lot.
Then he kissed you.
Hard.
No warning. Just mouth on mouth, heat exploding, tongues colliding in chaos.
“Peach, let’s go home,” he whispered against your lips.
“Best idea you’ve ever had,” you breathed, climbing into the passenger seat of his Dodge Charger.
The whole drive was silent-except for your gasps every time his hand inched higher on your thigh.
Julia called. You answered with your voice ragged.
“Yeah, we’re good. Just... caught a cold. See you tomorrow.” You moaned as he pressed against you.
“We’re so fucked,” Erik muttered, turning into your apartment lot.
“We’ll deal with that tomorrow.” You were already halfway out of your clothes.
The door barely shut before he slammed you against the wall, lips on your neck like you were dessert.
“Don’t tease, oh god-” you whined, fingers tangled in his hair.
“I’ve waited too long for this, Peach.” He yanked off your top, kissed you like salvation, stripped you down to bra and skirt.
You moaned, helpless under his touch.
“Me too.”
He hoisted you up, legs wrapped around his waist, carried you to the kitchen counter, the cold marble sending a shock through your burning core.
“There’s no turning back now,” you whispered.
“No turning back,” he rasped, taking off your bra as you tore off his shirt.
Mouth on mouth, chest to chest, heartbeats in sync like war drums.
His hands cupped your breasts, mouth devouring each one like they held secrets, like they were his to worship.
“Fuck, Erik-”
Your moan echoed through the kitchen like sin wrapped in velvet.
Erik's hands gripped your thighs, strong and possessive, as he lifted you just a little higher onto the edge of the counter. His mouth was back on your neck, nipping and sucking like he was trying to brand you.
"You taste better than I ever fucking imagined," he growled into your skin.
Your breath hitched, fingers dragging through his hair as he pushed between your legs, grinding into your soaked core through your underwear like it was killing him to go slow.
You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. You could only feel.
“Erik-"
He pulled back just enough to look at you, lips parted, pupils blown, hair messy in that way that screamed you did this. His hands slipped down your back, teasing along the hem of your skirt.
“Turn around,” he said, voice low, dark, and cracked with restraint.
You obeyed, almost mindless, hands bracing against the counter as he spun you with one swift movement. His chest pressed flush to your back, and you gasped as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
"I've dreamed of fucking you just like this," he whispered, every word dripping into your bloodstream like liquid fire. “Bent over, shaking, begging-”
You let out a breathless whimper, thighs clenching.
And then,you felt it. Hard. Hot. Pressed against you. But something else too.
A jolt lit your nerves on fire.
“Is that...?”
He smirked against your shoulder. “Pierced.”
You nearly lost your balance.
“Holy shit.”
“Exactly,” he rasped, sliding his hand between your thighs. “And it’s all for you, baby.”
Your knees buckled as he ground into you, slow and devastating, like he was showing you just a taste of what that piercing could do.
“I want to ruin you,” he growled, voice strained, hips moving in slow, torturous rolls. “Wreck you so good you forget every asshole that ever looked at you.”
You pushed back into him, desperate, feral.
"Then do it," you gasped. "Make me forget everything."
His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back gently so his lips could ghost along your neck again.
“You’re mine tonight, Peach. And tomorrow... we’ll see if I give you back.”
One hand fisted in your hair, yanking it into a rough ponytail. The other slid under your skirt, slow and deliberate, fingers slipping between your thighs,right where you needed him most.
“All this wet for me, Peach?” he growled against your shoulder, his voice pure gravel and sin. “You knew I’d wreck you tonight, didn’t you?”
Your breath hitched. The smirk you gave him was pure defiance. “Took you long enough to notice me, jerk.”
You knew exactly what you were doing. The brat in you wanted to push. You wanted the consequences.
He didn’t take the bait lightly.
“No, Peach. I’ve been noticing you forever,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “You put me through hell with that ass of yours. And now?” His breath burned against your neck. “Now I’ve reached my limit.”
Then: “Get on your knees.”
Your heart thrashed in your chest. Blood raced. Adrenaline licked every nerve ending like fire.
You dropped, no hesitation, the air thick between you.
His belt hit the floor like thunder.
You looked up,and damn. He was beautiful, hard, thick, pierced, and proud. Your lips parted before you even realized.
“Open that pretty mouth, sweets,” he said, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Maybe this’ll finally shut you up.”
Your breath came shaky as you obeyed, your eyes still locked on his. You wanted to ruin him. And he knew it.
He hissed as your lips wrapped around him. His hand stayed knotted in your hair, the other braced on the counter behind him, head tilted back in restraint.
“Fuck, Peach…” he moaned, and it shot straight through your core. His voice, thick and trembling, was sweeter than any praise.
Your tongue worked him slowly, expertly,dragging over the piercing just enough to make him twitch.
He looked down at you, eyes dark, jaw locked. “If you keep looking at me like that, I swear to God you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
He dragged you back up by your hair gently, but possessively,your chest pressed to his, breath mingling.
He grabbed your chin, thumb sliding along your bottom lip.
“Open up, Peach.”
You did.
He slid his thumb inside your mouth, and you sucked on it obediently, tongue swirling like you were starving for him. His pupils blew wide, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.
“Who knew you were such a slut for me,” he said with a wicked grin.
You bit down gently on his thumb.
His smirk turned dangerous. “Brat,” he hissed.
And then he crushed his mouth to yours.
It was chaos.
Teeth. Tongues. Desperation. His hands everywhere, yours tangled in his shirt like you needed him to hold you up,or you’d drop to the floor, ruined.
You didn’t know what was happening next.
Only that you wanted all of it.
You were dizzy. Drunk on him.
And when he pulled back, just barely, voice low and trembling?
“If we don’t move to the bedroom now, I’m fucking you right here against the counter.”
Your smile was dangerous.
That was all it took.
He gripped your waist like he’d been waiting his whole life to, lifting you up and carrying you with that effortless strength like you weighed nothing. Your back hit the mattress, soft but charged—your chest rising fast, your pulse louder than the room itself.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking at you like you were something sacred and savage all at once. Completely bare, except for that skirt still hanging low around your hips, clinging on like it didn’t want to miss the show.
Erik groaned, deep and rough. “Now that’s a fucking sight.”
Then he was over you,arms caging you in, body heavy with need, muscles taut, eyes locked on yours. You could feel the burn of his stare tracing every inch of skin he hadn’t touched yet.
“Say the words, Peach,” he whispered against your neck, lips brushing your skin, sending a shiver straight through your spine. “And I’m yours. All of me.”
You looked up at him, eyes wild and soft all at once. He hovered there like he didn’t dare move until you called him home.
“You’ve always been mine, dumbass,” you breathed, voice thick with something between want and love.
Then you pulled him in,fingers tight on his shoulder, lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow, deep, and dangerous. One of those kisses that said don’t you dare stop touching me. One that made time stutter.
You pulled back just barely, eyes still locked on his, your arms looped around his neck like a vow.
“Fuck me, Erik.”
And that was it.
His restraint shattered.
He slammed into you with a growl that sounded like it came from somewhere deeper than his chest. You gasped, the force of him knocking the air from your lungs,and your mind.
His piercing dragged over every sensitive inch of you, igniting sparks that made your vision blur.
“God, Peach,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours, both of you gasping like you were drowning in each other. “You feel-fuck,you feel unreal.”
You clenched around him, nails digging into his back as he moved with pure purpose. It wasn’t just sex,it was claiming, consuming, years of tension finally set on fire.
The rhythm was relentless. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer and a curse all at once.
He was everywhere,his hands on your hips, his breath in your ear, his teeth scraping along your jaw like he wanted to devour every inch of you.
“This what you wanted?” he growled, voice wrecked. “Me losing my mind for you?”
You barely managed a nod before he shifted, thrust deeper, harder, making your body arch beneath him.
You couldn’t speak.
You didn’t need to.
Because the look in your eyes screamed it: I want you to ruin me. I want you to stay.
And he would.
Every second, every touch, every ragged moan said the same thing back.
He already was.
The sunlight hit your face like karma.
You groaned, shifting under the sheets,but you couldn’t move far. There was a whole wall of muscle and menace wrapped around you.
Erik.
His arm was thrown over your waist like a human seatbelt, chest pressed to your back, legs tangled. And dear god,he was still warm. Still solid. Still smug in his sleep.
And still very naked.
You blinked at the ceiling, brain slowly rebooting from what could only be described as the Mount Vesuvius of orgasms.
“Jesus Christ,” you whispered to yourself. “I think he rearranged my spine.”
From behind you, Erik let out a sleepy groan, nuzzling into your shoulder. His morning voice was pure filth,low, gravelly, and half a threat.
“You talkin’ shit, Peach?”
“I’m talking facts,” you muttered. “I’m not sure I can walk. My knees still think I’m on the kitchen floor.”
He laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated against your back.
“You were asking for it.”
You rolled over to face him,and regretted it instantly because his smile was too smug, too hot, and he was definitely still packing a lethal weapon between his thighs. That damn piercing should come with a warning label.
“I wasn’t asking for you to put me in a chokehold with your thighs and rail me into another dimension.”
He smirked. “You say that, but you also said ‘harder’ like… ten times.”
“That’s not legally admissible in court.”
“Oh no?” He leaned in, lips brushing your neck, voice a seductive threat. “What about when you begged me to bite your-”
“ERIK.”
You both froze as Julia’s voice rang through the apartment.
“IF YOU BROKE THE BED, I SWEAR TO GOD-”
Your eyes went wide. Erik slapped a hand over your mouth to stop your giggle. His expression screamed do not move she’s like a damn T-Rex.
“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, PEACH.”
You whispered against his hand, muffled: “She’s gonna murder us.”
“She’s gonna throw holy water on me,” he whispered back. “Again.”
Julia’s footsteps got closer.
“I MADE COFFEE. AND PANCAKES. AND I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS IS A ONE-NIGHT STAND OR IF I SHOULD START PINNING WEDDING CENTERPIECES ON PINTEREST.”
Erik groaned, burying his face in your neck. “I hate her. I love her. But I hate her.”
You were dying. Physically dying from trying not to laugh.
Still, you grabbed the sheet, wrapped it around yourself like a toga, and tiptoed to the door.
Julia stood there. Holding a coffee. Looking entirely too smug.
“Well, well, well,” she said. *“If it isn’t ‘I hate his guts’ and ‘we’re just best friends.’”
You took the coffee. Sipped it. “It’s complicated.”
Behind you, Erik called out, “She begged.”
You turned and yelled, “I will end you, Campbell!”
Julia just raised her eyebrows. “So… you staying for breakfast or just coming for dessert?”
You turned beet red. Erik groaned from the bed. Julia cackled like a witch.
Welcome to hell. Population: You, your enemy-with-benefits, and your chaos-loving best friend.
And you wouldn't change a thing.
You went back to the Campbells house .Erik was in his sweatpants, no shirt, hair still a disaster from the night before. You were in his hoodie,that damn skirt of your and leftover sin.
You sat at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee like you hadn’t just gotten railed into next week.
Julia? Across from you. Staring. Judging. Plotting.
“So…” she said, too casually. “You two finally fucked. Loudly.”
You choked on your pancake.
“Julia.”
“Don’t ‘Julia’ me, Peach. You butt dialled me and I heard you yelling ‘wreck me, Erik.’ Like, honey, I left the apartment.”
Erik didn’t even flinch. “She said it. Multiple times. I have witnesses.”
“Shut up,” you hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He grinned and bit into his pancake like he hadn’t just shattered your spine six hours ago.
Julia narrowed her eyes.
“So is this... a thing now? Or are we pretending you didn’t just dry hump each other into the afterlife in front of my Christmas candle?”
You and Erik exchanged a glance.
And then,because the devil owns your soul,he looked right at you, smirking, and said:
“She’s mine.”
Your heart didn’t just flutter. It sucker-punched you.
Julia blinked. “Oh, we’re doing the possessive era now. Good. I’ll get matching sweatshirts printed.”
You were about to throw a waffle at her when there was a knock on the door.
Julia frowned. “Who the hell...?”
She opened it.
And you saw her.
Sophia.
Looking airbrushed, iced-out, and suspiciously smug. Next to her?
Alex.
Oh hell no.
You straightened in your chair. Erik’s jaw tightened so fast you could hear it.
“Well, this is awkward,” Sophia said sweetly, glancing at you like she was checking for damage. “We were in the neighborhood. Thought we’d stop by.”
Julia stepped aside slowly, eyes wide. “This is about to be so good.”
You stood.
“Hi, Alex,” you said coolly, sipping your coffee like it was champagne. “Didn’t expect to see you. Or your… shadow.”
Sophia gave a fake laugh. “Oh Peach, still spicy. Cute.”
Erik stood behind you, one hand resting lightly on your waist, thumb brushing under the hem of his hoodie like it was instinct.
Alex’s eyes followed it. You saw it.
So did Sophia.
“So,” Erik said, casually dominant, voice low enough to sound like a warning. “You here to start drama, or are you just lost?”
“We just wanted to catch up,” Alex said. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s been a while. Thought you were still single.”
You didn’t miss that.
Neither did Erik.
He leaned down, kissed your cheek, then whispered near your ear,just loud enough.
“You wore me out last night, Peach. Still sore?”
You nearly dropped dead from the power.
Julia straight-up wheezed.
Sophia’s mouth tightened like Botox on a budget.
“Well,” she snapped, “this was fun.”
“Thrilling,” you said. “Next time, send a postcard.”
They left, tension trailing behind them like glitter and bad perfume.
As soon as the door shut, Julia collapsed on the floor.
“YOU GUYS. I AM LIVING FOR THIS. I NEED A REALITY SHOW. I NEED A CAMERA CREW. I NEED YOU TO FUCK ONCE PER EPISODE AND THEN DESTROY EVERY EX WHO CROSSES YOUR PATH.”
You dropped into Erik’s lap, chest heaving from all the drama. He wrapped his arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“So,” he said against your shoulder, “round three after brunch?”
OMG HII I READ THE UR RECENT FIC ABT SNOTLOUT AND I NEED MORE OF HIMM!!
Just an idea maybe an enemies to lovers trope w him and they got together bc he got jealous over smth?
thank you for the request. i hope this is sort of what you were looking for 🤭
“SOMETHING UNSPOKEN”
Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x dragon trainer reader
Trope: slight enemies to lovers (they just don’t know how to communicate)
Warnings/ heads-up: use of “Y/N” literally twice (i’ve heard some ppl don’t like to read fics that use “Y/N” so here’s your heads-up). Other than that, none!
AN: this is literally my first fanfic ever, please be kind. i’m so nervous to post this 🥲 anyways i hope you love it!
You were pacing around your room, thinking about everything that had gone wrong earlier today.
First, Hiccup had accidentally stepped on your heel during dragon training which made you get distracted and end up getting eliminated in front of the students (he apologized profusely afterwards).
You had been late to teach the younger dragon riders and ended up only getting half the lesson done, which would set them back even farther than they already were.
But the cherry on top was Snotlout being in the way every time you needed to do something.
Every day there was the constant flirting, which was so poorly executed and poorly timed all it did was annoy you. He knew it too, he just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Then there was the fact that every time you had a moment of peace and quiet, he had to go off on some tangent about how “nobody else knows how to ride dragons like he can” and “he should be teaching his own class”. Everybody knew it wasn’t true, because nothing would ever get done if he was teaching his own class, but he believed it nonetheless.
The worst of it was when he’d kick your shins under the dining table, and then deny it was him. You weren’t sure why (or how) you ended up sitting across from him almost every meal, but I guess the fact that he showed up late to every meal and just happened to sit down across from you would account for it.
After pacing your room for what felt like hours, you finally laid down to get some sleep after a rather agitating day.
In the morning, you made your way to the mead hall to have breakfast with everyone. Fishlegs had brought along the dragon manual to study, and everybody was completely engrossed in it.
You slid onto the bench in between Astrid and Fishlegs, and they welcomed you by sliding you a plate of breakfast. You probably should have paid more attention to the seating arrangements, you realized after a few seconds.
Directly across from you was Snotlout, who was unsurprisingly causing a ruckus. Him and Tuffnut were pushing eachother across the bench and knocked into Ruffnut, which didn’t help the noise level after she shouted at them to stop.
When they finally started to eat breakfast like normal people, you were able to focus on the day ahead.
The day was going to be busy— dragon training in the morning, lunch and study sesh with the gang, fence repair in the afternoon (the sheep got out again, shocker), and then dinner at the lookout in the evening.
“So, who’s teaching the class with me this morning?” you asked the group. You had checked the schedule and Astrid was supposed to be helping you, along with some new guy, but the schedule was always changing.
“Well, there’s been a slight change of plans. I know I was supposed to help you today but I have to help Gobber with this stupid project he’s started, so we figured we’d send Snotlout with you today” Astrid said hesitantly.
You looked her dead in the eyes with an “are you serious right now” glare, and all she could do was shoot you an apologetic smile.
“I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise” Snotlout chimed in with a smile, taking a quick pause from his extremely messy eating. Now you knew exactly why he had been so quiet at breakfast; he didn’t want to piss you off right before having to spend the next hour and half teaching dragon lessons with you.
“You better be” you replied.
After everybody had cleaned up their breakfast, you all made your way out of the hall and off to your morning routines.
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The arena was full of younger dragon riders, all eager to learn the new skills you had planned to teach them.
The new trainer, some guy whose name you didn’t know yet, was there and greeted you with a smile. You smiled back but didn’t have time to chat. Not that you cared for small talk anyways, you were there to teach.
You anxiously checked the time, and everyone except for one person was at the lesson on time.
“Great way to start the lesson” you mentioned when Snotlout finally showed up, late.
He gave you an apologetic smile but that didn’t make up for the fact that you had lost 10 minutes of valuable teaching time.
You got over it quickly though, because your mind became preoccupied with just how incompetent these younger dragon riders were.
One of them couldn’t even get his dragon to sit still for more than 5 seconds, so for the majority of the class time there was no hope of him learning the new flying skills you had planned for the day.
The other dragon trainer, whose name you now heard from one of the kids was Leif, managed to get the kid onto his dragon after 15 minutes of him trying on his own. Thank Odin.
The rest of the lesson went smoothly, and soon enough it was time to clean up.
You walked over the Leif and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
“Thanks for your help, I’m not sure what that lesson would’ve looked like if you hadn’t got that kid on his dragon” you said.
“No problem, anytime” he replied with a smile.
You turned to leave the arena, and you saw Snotlout standing with Hookfang, looking…upset?
“Jeez, who pissed in his drink this morning?” you thought to yourself as you walked out of the arena.
The rest of the day went by quicker than you anticipated. Lunch + study sesh with everyone was the same as usual, except for the fact that Snotlout was nowhere to be seen.
You chalked it up to him not wanting to study and skipping out again. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Fixing the fence was a pain, especially since the twins (who were the only other people assigned to help) were absolutely useless. They so much time fighting about who would fix it better, that neither of them actually helped fix ANY of it.
You were so thankful that dinner came as soon as it did. You strolled up to the lookout where everyone had planned to meet up for dinner.
You and Snotlout just happened to be the first people there.
“I see you’re actually early for something for once” you half-joked.
He didn’t say anything back, which surprised you. Normally he would take a jab at you any chance he got, but not today.
“I guess skipping out on the study sesh earlier really must have given you some time to get here early” you tried again.
Still, nothing.
You sat silently for what felt like hours (it was literally 5 minutes), before the rest of the crew showed up. Fishlegs was the first to arrive, and he immediately noticed Snotlout’s quiet demeanour. He was not going to be the one to complain though, he was going to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasted…
It lasted a total of 15 seconds before the twins showed up and started talking loudly about everything they did (or didn’t) do that day, which included NOT helping you fix the fence (you were still bitter about it).
Once everyone else had arrived, everyone began eating and chatting. Not Snotlout though, he was quiet. None of the usual kicking your shin or pushing Tuffnut off the end of the bench. Just…eating silently.
You wondered what had brought on this sudden change of character, but you were soon preoccupied with the group conversation.
Dinner went by quickly, and you were thankful for it. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to be back in your bed. You had hoped that after a nights rest, tomorrow’s dragon training lesson would go better.
You usually stayed behind to clean up, as it gave you something to do to wind down from the day before you went home.
Everyone else made their way down from the lookout and started to head home, thanking you as they left.
But one person had stayed behind.
“So you and Mr. Dragon Trainer must be pretty close then, huh?” Snotlout asked suddenly.
You turned around with a confused look and didn’t know how to respond.
“I saw you two at the end of the lesson today, you seemed like you REALLY enjoyed his company” he said.
“I was thanking him for getting that kid on his dragon, that’s all. Plus, why do you even care?” you responded. “It’s not like you offered up a helping hand much today” you added before scooping up the rest of the leftover food and tossing it to the dragons that were lying below the lookout.
“Well I would have if I had a chance to, but you seemed to busy with good ol’ Mr. Dragon Trainer to notice if I did” he said.
“Why does it matter if I notice? You’re there to teach a class Snotlout, not show off” you replied, sitting down on the bench across from him.
“Why do you think I even took up teaching that class? I knew he was going to be there, but do you really think I enjoy teaching a class with that guy? No I certainly don’t” he retorted.
“What are you getting at, Snotlout?” You were completely lost about where this conversation was going.
“I took up teaching that class because I would get to teach with you” he blurted out. He immediately looked like he regretted it, and looked down at the floor.
“What do you mean you wanted to teach with me? You treat me like you can’t even stand me half the time. You’re constantly trying to annoy me and get me to be frustrated with you, why would you want to spend MORE time with me?” you asked, sincerely confused.
“You ever think about the fact that maybe I don’t want to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted the attention that came from it?” he asked softly, still looking at the ground.
“What- huh?” you stammered, trying to compose your thoughts.
“You really thought I wanted to annoy you because, what, I disliked you? No, I wanted you to notice me.” he said.
You took a moment to process what was happening; the man who had spent the past who-knows-how-long pestering you, teasing you, and picking fights with you, wanted you to…notice him?
“I didn’t think that being nice would make you notice me. I thought I’d just seem like every other guy in the village. Which apparently seems to be your type, seeing as you were buddying it up with Leif earlier…” he mumbled at the end.
“Please for the love of Thor, enough about Leif! I don’t care about him. In fact, he didn’t even know his name until today. That should show you just how little he matters to me” you responded, slightly irritated.
“Sorry. I just..I don’t know. Seeing you with him today, touching his shoulder, I got jealous. I wanted you to notice me but you were too busy with him” he admitted.
You almost couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.
He finally looked up from the ground, and took a deep breath.
“I guess I’m too far into this now not to get it all out, so I might as well just tell you. I’ve been into you for a long time, Y/N” he said, while scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“I took the shift today because I wanted to finally show you how I really am, that i’m not just some obnoxious guy and I actually know what i’m doing. This is obviously not how I planned for the day to go, but here we are” he said.
“I just didn’t know how to tell you or show you how I felt. I don’t like annoying you, I just thought it was the only way I’d get your attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to think it was because I disliked you” he said sadly.
You looked at him for a moment before getting up to go sit next to him.
You didn’t touch him, you just sat silently next to him and listened.
“I want to show you that I’m a good guy, and—“ you cut him off.
“Look. Now that I know all of this, there’s some things I need to say too” you started.
“You didn’t have to do all of…that to get me to notice you. I really liked being around you, but you just made it so difficult and I thought you didn’t like me.” you said.
“You know, I was into you for a while too…it started around a year ago” you admitted quietly after a moment of silence.
He looked surprised.
“I just couldn’t bring myself to sacrifice my focus on teaching for some feelings that I was pretty sure weren’t going to be reciprocated. So, I started to ignore you, and then you started to do…whatever all that was to get my attention” you looked at the ground as you said it.
“You should’ve just told me” he said.
You looked at him for a moment, analyzing his face to see whether he was being sincere or not.
“I’m serious. I wouldn’t have made fun of you. Gods, I was already crushing on you back then. I would’ve been ecstatic if you just told me” he said with a smile.
“Look, I feel like some apologies are in order. I’ve been an asshole. I shouldn’t have tried to get your attention the way I did, and I really shouldn’t have gotten so jealous today. I’m sorry, Y/N” he said, turning his body to fully face you.
You took a moment to appreciate the apology before answering.
“I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did either. I just shut you out instead of dealing with my feelings and I just made everything worse” you said.
You both sat silently for a moment, trying to process everything that had been said in the last few minutes. Everything was going to change now.
“Can we…start over? I want to show you who I really am, not just some obnoxious guy who can’t flirt to save his life” Snotlout said.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that actually” you responded. “But can we skip the part where we pretend we don’t have feelings for eachother? I mean, now that’s it’s all out in the open anyways…” you asked.
“Yes, please” he said with a smile.
You smiled back and inched closer to him on the bench. You gave him a very light smack on the arm.
“That’s for all the times you tried to get on my nerves” you joked.
You quickly leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
(so sorry my loves for the delay this degree is humping my ass)
A road trip with Erik you'll never forget
18+ very romantic i was in my feels
You were both left breathless on the kitchen floor,half-naked, half what the actual fuck just happened.
Erik was still buried inside you, still cockwarming you like you were the last warmth on Earth. His grip on your waist tightened, like if you moved even an inch, he might combust,or worse, feel too much.
“Did we just fuck everything up?” you whispered, hand brushing his cheek, fingers trembling.
You’d prayed for this moment more times than you could count,fantasized about it like a goddamn sinner. You’d imagined what it’d feel like to finally have your best friend between your thighs, moaning your name like it meant something. And now?
It didn’t feel wrong. Not even a little.
Which made the spiral even worse.
Every cell in your body was screaming SHAME like you were the village whore in a medieval drama. Somewhere in the back of your brain, there was a nun with a bell shouting, “SHAME! TO THE ONES WHO STARVE FOR DICK!”
You were losing your goddamn mind.
Erik bit your collarbone, hard.
Your gasp punched straight through the fog.
“Okay, technically yeah, we definitely fucked” he said, smirking like the devil reincarnated. “But hey,60% of accidents happen in the kitchen. We just made the best out of it.”
“You made that shit up,” you laughed, swatting his arm.
It felt insane. Hysterical. Like you hadn’t just been screaming at each other two hours ago. Like he hadn’t ripped you apart and then kissed you back together.
“You’re still dripping on my dick, Peach,” he said, like it was a compliment, like it was a fact.
Then he took your breast in his tattooed hand and sucked your nipple into his hot mouth like he was trying to undo you all over again.
You moaned,because of course you did. Like you’d just woken the devil from a nap and he was starving.
“Can we move to the couch?” you panted, tugging his hair. “My knees are fucked and I’d like to avoid arthritis before I turn 30.”
His mouth stayed where it was, hands still reverent on your chest like your tits were the eighth and ninth wonders of the world.
“I need those knees working, Sweets. You ride me like I owe you rent.”
He kissed your neck, dragging his teeth just enough to make your legs twitch.
You groaned. “Come on, stupid.”
You both stood,instantly missing the feeling of being tangled together.
You lasted maybe five seconds before your knees buckled again.
Erik caught you around the waist like he knew it was coming.
“Jesus, Peach, give a guy a warning. We’re gonna end up crippled and unfucked at this rate.”
He swept you into his arms like you weighed nothing and started walking toward your bedroom.
“We’ll get Alzheimer’s one day and think we’re having sex for the first time every week,” you muttered against his chest.
“What a fucking blessing,” he smirked.
You didn’t say it, but the thought of growing old with him,of getting old and still doing this messy dance with him,settled in your chest like comfort.
Like home.
You collapsed onto the bed side by side, skin still humming, bodies wrecked in that perfect way.
“Remember two years ago?” he said suddenly, voice a little hoarse. “When we said we’d just drive around the States? Like Thelma and Louise, but hotter and with less felony murder?”
You turned your head toward him, snorting. “We had the playlist ready. Crime podcasts saved. Snacks planned. But someone-” you jabbed his bicep, hard “-decided to stick his tongue down her throat and settle down .”
“Ow,” he winced. “Unnecessary violence.”
“Say her name and I’ll commit actual violence.”
You ran a hand over your face like that would erase the memory. The image of them kissing in the studio burned behind your eyelids like an old scar that wouldn’t fade.
Erik turned to you, serious now.
“She came by when I was leaving,” he said quietly. “Started crying. Kissed me out of nowhere. I didn’t kiss her back. I didn’t want it. There’s nothing between us, Peach. Not then. Not now. Not ever.”
He exhaled like he was praying you’d believe him.
But your brain was a locked room, and belief didn’t come easy.
“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you whispered.
“Then don’t,” he said, getting up and reaching for his pants on the kitchen chair. “Just pack your bags.”
“What?” You blinked, confused. “Where the fuck are you going?”
He looked at you, half-dressed and completely serious.
“We’re doing it. The roadtrip.”
“Erik. You’re not making any sense.Where would we even go?”
“Twilight. Twin Peaks. Buttfuck Nowhere. I don’t care. Just us. We’ll figure it out.”
He came back over, dropped a kiss to your lips like it was muscle memory.
“Fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”
He walked out the door, tossing an “I love you” like it was something he’d been saying every day for a hundred years.
Your heart hit the floor.
“Love you too,” you whispered, dazed.
Then, louder:
“Asshole.”
You stared at the window.
Maybe if you jumped out, he’d catch you.
A good trust exercise for whatever the hell this relationship was now.
Whatever it was becoming.
You threw four pairs of underwear, one hoodie, and a bottle of dry shampoo into your duffel like that counted as packing.
You yanked on your sluttiest tank top ,the one that made your boobs look like a renaissance painting and your shoulders scream “I have secrets and bad decisions to offer” and stared at yourself like you were suiting up for war.
Because you were.
War with your brain.
With your thighs.
With Erik and the cursed magic of his dick.
And with the highway of consequences which, unlike Erik, was reliable.
Fifteen minutes later, a black Jeep honked outside .
You opened the door.
Erik was there, leaning against the driver’s side he was auditioning to play “Emotionally Damaged Yet Inexplicably Hot Roadtrip Love Interest” in the A24 version of your breakdown.
Sunglasses.
Sweatshirt sleeve pushed up just enough to show off that one tattoo you used to trace with your fingers like it was braille for "Please make out with me."
Music blasting , something aggressive, chaotic, definitely featured in a trailer for a movie where someone robs a bank shirtless.
“You’re late,” he said, without looking.
“You left me post-sex and emotionally obliterated with no warning.”
He turned. Smirked. That fuckboy smirk. The one that made you wanna throw your panties in one direction and your pride in the other.
“So... on time, then.”
You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck in another dimension.
“Where are we going,Kiki?”
He shrugged. “South? East? Hell?”
You tossed your duffel in the backseat and slid into the passenger seat.
“Perfect. I’ve always wanted to get fingered in Satan’s backyard.”
He choked on his Red Bull.
"Driver’s Seat" by Sniff 'n' the Tears was blasting through the speakers, and for a second, you and Erik felt like you were eighteen again. Back when he first got his license and you’d spent days driving aimlessly through LA, just the two of you, windows down, singing like your hearts didn’t already belong to each other.
“She always smiled for the people she’d meet,” Erik sang in a gloriously off-key tone.
“On trouble and strife,” you joined in, tone equally chaotic.
“She had another way of looking at life-” you both finished in perfect sync before disolving into laughter, giggling like you weren’t two people stitched together by unresolved trauma and explosive chemistry.
He reached over, took your hand, and kissed your knuckles so softly it made something in your chest break open. Like you were made of sugar.
You melted right there in the passenger seat.
“I love you too,” you murmured , barely audible. But he heard it. His smile said everything.
He kissed your palm this time, slower. Deeper. Like a promise.
Then he turned the music down with a smirk that should be illegal in three states.
“Come on, Peach. Be more romantic. Pick a song. Show me how much you love me,” he teased, voice low and cocky.
“Oh don’t try me, Campbell,” you shot back, already grabbing your phone.
He leaned back in his seat like he was watching a show.
And then the playlist appeared on the Jeep’s touchscreen.
“how can I stop loving you without fucking this up”
Erik blinked. His smirk grew.
“Peach…” he said slowly, dragging the word out like he was tasting it. “Do you have a playlist for me?”
“Not for you,” you muttered, already turning red. “About you.”
“Oh,” he said, eyes lighting up. “Even better. Show me what you got, Sweets.”
You hit play.
And then:
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you…
His face changed.
That song.
That song.
You didn’t have to look to know he recognized it. Wicked Game. The first one he ever played for you in that beat-up Corolla with the broken aux cord, his hand resting on your thigh like it meant nothing,when it meant everything.
You started singing along. Soft. A little shaky.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do…
You glanced at him, embarrassed, it felt like you were cracking your chest open and pouring your whole stupid, lovesick soul into the car.
Because that’s what this playlist was. This wasn’t just a collection of songs , it was every moment you’d spent together. Every late night. Every “fuck, I think I love him” thought you pretended wasn’t real.
And this song? This one made you feel like you had memories in a life you hadn’t lived. Like you were someone else’s heartbreak. Someone’s wife in New Orleans. A forest witch with Erik’s name carved into a tree. Like you’d loved him in every lifetime and failed every time.
You felt a tear slide down your cheek before you could stop it.
Erik didn’t say a word. Just pulled into a gas station, parked, and didn’t turn the song off. He let it play , the hum of the guitar bleeding into the quiet night, just the two of you in the soft glow of fluorescent lights, your soul spilling into his passenger seat.
He reached out and gently swept the tear from your face with his thumb.
His voice was hoarse.
“I already fell in love with you, Peach.”
That was it.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
You unbuckled your seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and landed in his lap, knees on either side of him. Your mouth was already on his before he could finish breathing.
And god, the kiss.
It was everything ,soft and hungry and hot and heartbreaking. Your moans caught in his mouth like confessions. Your tears mixed with his breath. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, closer, like he couldn’t bear one more inch of space between you.
You ground down on his lap, and he groaned into your mouth, hands gripping your hips like he was seconds away from losing his mind.
“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips. “You’re gonna make me come in the front seat of my own car.”
“Maybe I want you to,” you panted. “Maybe I like ruining you in small spaces.”
“You have ruined me,” he growled, pressing kisses along your jaw, your throat. “I can’t even think straight when you’re on top of me like this.”
“Good,” you whispered, hips rolling slow and deliberate against his hard length beneath his jeans. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before ghosting the girl who made you a goddamn playlist.”
He cursed under his breath, dragging his hands under your hoodie, fingertips brushing skin, making you shiver.
“You’re a fucking menace,” he rasped.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” you said, grinding down harder.
You kissed again ,deeper, wetter, like your bodies were trying to say everything your words couldn’t.
The song played on.
No, I don’t wanna fall in love… with you…
Too late.
You were already in freefall.
And this time?
You weren’t falling alone.
You were still in his lap.
Still breathing like you’d just been kissed back to life.
Wicked Game faded into silence, and Erik was staring at you like you were made of constellations and he had just memorized every single one.
Your hands rested on his chest. His heart was pounding.
You didn’t know if it was from the kiss or the fact that you’d just emotionally roundhouse kicked each other in a gas station parking lot with a Chris Isaak song.
Maybe both.
You reached up, touched his cheek with your thumb, and whispered:
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over you.”
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t laugh.
Didn’t dodge like he usually did when shit got too real.
He just nodded,slow. Like he knew. Like he felt it too. Like he’d already tried.
“I don’t think I want you to,” he said.
Your throat burned.
“Erik…”
“I know, Peach,” he said softly, forehead resting against yours. “I know.”
You stayed like that for a long moment,just holding each other in a car that smelled like gas station coffee, bad decisions, and the start of something holy.
You shifted your hips a little and felt him still hard underneath you.
“God,” you whispered, smirking. “Still?”
He gave you a look that could’ve set the dashboard on fire.
“You climbed into my lap singing Wicked Game, cried a little, told me you loved me, and then started grinding like we weren’t in public, Peach. You think I’m made of stone?”
You giggled.
Actually giggled.
Like an idiot.
He pulled you tighter, arms locking around your waist.
“Let’s get outta here,” he murmured. “I wanna take you somewhere where I can love you properly.”
That made your whole chest ache.
“You love me?” you teased, trying to lighten the weight pressing down on your lungs.
He tilted his head, lips brushing yours.
“I love you in every language I don’t speak. In every song I’ve ever skipped because it reminded me of you. In every version of this fucked-up life where I don’t get to kiss you like this.”
You blinked. “You’re making me crazy love.”
He kissed your nose. Then your cheek. Then your jaw.
“I love you in the dumbass way I don’t say it right, but show it every time I look at you like you hung the fucking moon.”
“Erik-”
“And I love you in the annoying way that means I’ll never be able to let you go without burning something down.”
You swallowed.
Your brain was a blur of what did I do to deserve this, and your heart was crawling into his hoodie like it finally found a place to live.
“Take me somewhere,” you whispered.
“Anywhere?”
“Anywhere. Just drive. I don’t care. I’ll love you in every zip code.”
His lips twitched into a soft, crooked smile.
“Damn, Peach,” he muttered, kissing your forehead. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“You started it.”
He chuckled.
“You ready?”
You kissed him again. Slower this time. Sweeter. Like you were making a promise you couldn’t take back.
“Yeah,” you said against his lips. “Let’s go fall in love on the road like two idiots with a death wish.”
He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh like it belonged there.
You put on another song,this one soft, nostalgic, something that made your eyes sting without knowing why.
Outside, the stars were starting to come out.
Inside, you were glowing.
You leaned your head against the window, hand in his, and whispered:
“If we crash and die tonight, I just want god to know I died horny and in love.”
Erik snorted.
“Romantic and deranged. My dream girl.”
You smiled.
And somewhere between one exit sign and the next town, he looked at you like you were the only destination that mattered.
You didn’t know where Erik was driving. Didn’t care.
The road spilled in front of you like a ribbon made of second chances, and the air felt different - heavier, maybe, or sacred. The way it does right before a storm, or a kiss that’ll change everything.
You were quiet now. Just music humming low through the speakers and Erik’s hand warm on your thigh like he didn’t ever want to let go.
Outside, the sky had darkened into that deep indigo, stars beginning to scatter like someone spilled glitter across the universe.
“You tired?” he asked softly, glancing over.
You shook your head. “No. Just… floating.”
He smirked. “You always get philosophical after orgasms and playlists.”
You elbowed him, but didn’t deny it.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled off into a field , open, wide, nothing but grass and sky and the kind of silence that makes you feel like the only two people left in the world.
The engine cut. The stars blinked brighter.
You both got out, and you climbed onto the hood of the car like it was something you’d done a thousand times , because maybe, in some other life, you had.
He joined you. Laid back, arms folded behind his head.
“God,” you whispered. “We’re so fucking cliché.”
“Hot people doing cliché things. It’s allowed,” he said, smirking up at the sky.
You laid next to him. Close. Barely touching.
“I almost told you I loved you,” you murmured. “Last year. Remember that night at the lake? When you fell asleep on my lap after three beers and a panic attack?”
He blinked. Turned to look at you.
“I remember,” he said quietly.
“I was gonna say it. You were mumbling in your sleep. Said my name like it hurt.”
He swallowed.
“I remember that too.”
You were silent for a long second.
“I didn’t say it because I didn’t want to be another thing you had to survive.”
He turned on his side. Eyes locked on yours.
“You’ve never been something I survived, Peach,” he said. “You’re the reason I’m still fucking breathing.”
The air left your lungs.
And then, from the car speakers, a soft Sinatra song started to play. Erik had turned the volume up from his phone.
He held out a hand.
You stared.
“You’re not serious.”
“Deadly,” he said. “Get up here and dance with me, Peach.”
“We’re in the middle of a field, Erik.”
“So?”
“No one dances to Sinatra in an open field under a full moon like they’re in a goddamn perfume commercial-”
“I do.”
You snorted, but he was already climbing off the hood, standing under the stars, hand still outstretched like he knew you’d come to him.
You always did.
You hopped down.
“Try anything horny and I’m headbutting you.”
“No promises.”
You slipped your hand into his.
And suddenly, he was pulling you into his chest, one hand on your back, the other twined in your fingers. Your bodies aligned like puzzle pieces that had been aching to fit.
He started to sway. Slowly.
You bit your lip.
“This is so fucking stupid.”
“I know,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.
“But I love you anyway.”
Your knees went weak.
His grip tightened.
“I love you like it’s ruining me,” he said. “And I don’t even care.”
You closed your eyes. Breathed him in.
“I love you like it’s always been you.”
And you swayed.
There. In the middle of nowhere. With the stars overhead and the world asleep and your entire chest cracked wide open like maybe this time… maybe it was safe to be soft.
He dipped you.
You screamed.
He laughed.
You shoved him back and he caught you around the waist, spun you once, then kissed you like it was the grand finale of a love story no one thought would survive the first chapter.
“Promise me something,” you said, breathless.
“Anything.”
“When this roadtrip ends… don’t stop choosing me.”
He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“I never stopped.”
The moment the dance ended, you didn’t even realize who moved first.
Maybe it was you.
Maybe it was him.
But your back hit the car door and Erik’s mouth was on yours, hot and starving, and his hands were everywhere at once , cupping your face, sliding down your waist, gripping your ass like he’d waited years to do it in open air.
You moaned against his mouth, fingers in his hair, dragging him down until his hips pressed to yours and there was no doubt how hard he was.
“This is insane,” you gasped as he kissed down your neck, teeth grazing your throat.
“Then call me fucking crazy,” he growled, fumbling to open the back door with one hand while the other slipped under your shirt, thumbs dragging over bare skin.
The car door opened and you both fell inside, tangled limbs, breathless gasps, the weight of everything crashing down in the form of pure, desperate need.
You landed in the backseat, Erik’s body caging you in, heat radiating off him like he was made of fire.
He kissed you again , deeper now, slower, but with a tension that could snap bones. Tongue against yours, hands everywhere, so much skin and not enough time.
Your shirt was gone first.
Then his hoodie.
Then your bra.
He pulled back, just to look.
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You’re so beautiful it makes me crazy.”
“Then do something about it,” you breathed, hips rolling up into his.
That broke him.
He dove back in, mouth on your chest, licking, sucking, biting , one hand gripping your thigh, the other squeezing your breast like he couldn’t believe you were real.
You dragged your fingers down his stomach, over the trail of hair that led to his waistband, and undid his belt with shaking hands.
He hissed when your palm brushed his cock.
“You gonna tease me again?” you smirked, already knowing the answer.
His eyes snapped up to yours, dark and wild.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
He yanked your jeans down , impatient, messy , and hooked your legs over his shoulders like he was prepping for battle.
Then , his tongue was on you.
You cried out, back arching into the seat, hands clawing at the upholstery as he devoured you like a man possessed.
“Erik-fuck-”
He moaned into you, like the taste of you wrecked him, tongue curling just right, fingers digging into your thighs, holding you open like this was his purpose.
You were shaking already.
“Please,” you gasped, body strung tight. “I need you -please.”
He pulled back just long enough to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand and say:
“You want it, Peach? Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” you moaned. “Now. Here. I don’t care. Just-now.”
His mouth was back on yours instantly, wet and hot and filthy.
You felt him line up against your entrance, his cock thick and hot, already leaking against your skin.
Then, one deep thrust , and he was inside.
You gasped , loud. Body bowing into him.
He groaned like he’d been punched in the gut.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he choked out, pulling back and slamming into you again.
The car shook.
Your moan turned into a scream.
He set a brutal rhythm , hips snapping into yours, the sound of skin on skin obscene in the tiny space, the windows fogging so fast it looked like a scene out of a horror movie ,except this was the most alive you’d ever felt.
You clawed at his back, his shoulders, dragged your nails down his spine just to feel him shiver.
“Erik, I—oh my god—”
“I know,” he panted, biting down on your shoulder. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”
He reached down, thumb finding your clit, circling just right.
You lost it.
Your whole body clenched, legs tightening around him, scream caught in your throat as you came hard, the kind of orgasm that wrecked memory and rewrote religion.
He cursed, hips stuttering.
“Gonna cum,” he growled. “Where do you-”
“Inside,” you gasped. “Inside. I need it.”
That’s all it took.
He buried himself deep, let out a broken moan, and came with a shudder so intense it felt like an earthquake inside your chest.
You stayed like that, panting, tangled, skin slick and burning, his face pressed into your neck, breath ghosting over your skin like an apology.
You were both trembling.
Both ruined.
And still - he didn’t pull out.
Didn’t move.
Just whispered into your skin:
“You’re my home, Peach. Always have been.”
You pressed a kiss to his hair, still catching your breath.
“And you’re the disaster I’d choose every time.”
THE NEXT MORNING:
You woke up with your leg over the center console, your face smushed into Erik’s bare chest, and a single french fry stuck to your arm like it had gone to war with you.
The car windows were fogged.
Erik was dead asleep under the hoodie you both fought over. His mouth was slightly open, hair a complete mess, and he looked like an angel who’d gotten in a bar fight with a raccoon.
You shifted, winced, and whispered:
“Oh my God… my spine’s filing for divorce.”
“Same,” Erik muttered without opening his eyes. “Pretty sure I left one of my vertebrae under your ass.”
You sat up. Everything hurt. Everything smelled like… regret, sex, and possibly Funyuns.
“I think I gave you a hickey the size of Rhode Island.”
He smirked, eyes still closed.
“You think?”
You shoved him gently, and the car creaked in protest like it too had seen some shit last night.
ONE HOUR LATER: SMALL TOWN DINER, BIG TIME SHAME
You stumbled into a local diner looking like two feral raccoons who’d just discovered what love and backseat sex felt like.
Erik’s hoodie was stretched out in weird places. Your shorts were inside out,and Erik’s neck looked like it had been claimed by a vampire with emotional issues.
The waitress didn’t even blink.
“Booth or bar?”
“Booth,” you both croaked in unison like cursed dolls.
You slid into the booth, hissing as your thighs met the cold leather.
“God, I am fucking wrecked.”
“Same,” Erik muttered, flopping in across from you. “Pretty sure I dislocated a hip.”
You both opened your menus in silence.
Then a sweet old woman from the next booth leaned over and, with the voice of someone who had absolutely zero boundaries, said:
“Well. Someone had fun last night.”
You froze.
Erik blinked.
“Sorry?” you said, attempting politeness but radiating shame.
“Oh, honey,” she said, sipping her black coffee. “I know that walk. And those bruises.”
You reached for your ice water like it might help you evaporate.
Erik, of course, grinned like a feral golden retriever.
“Ma’am, if I could high-five you for that, I would.”
She did high-five him.
You nearly died on the spot.
“I’m Shirley,” she added. “Used to be a gymnast. Your form looked impressive.”
“Shirley. Please.”
Erik was beaming. “Shirley, you’re a legend.”
“I still got it,” she winked at him. “But you got it more, sweetheart.”
You slammed your menu down. “I will walk into oncoming traffic.”
After Shirley left (but not before sliding Erik a handwritten note that may or may not have been her number), you finally got your coffee, your pancakes, and a moment of peace.
Erik looked across the table, eyes softer now.
“You ever think about what this would be like every day?” he asked.
You blinked, halfway through drowning your plate in syrup.
“What, sex in a car and old women heckling us?”
“No. I mean-” he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly shy, “us. Waking up together. Mornings. Diners. Fighting over who used the last of the toothpaste.”
Your heart did something horrible and fluttery.
You tried to play it cool.
“Nah,” you said, sipping your coffee. “I’m just in it for the hickeys and public humiliation.”
He reached across the table and stole your bacon with zero remorse.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m in it for your ass in my hoodie and your voice when you sing ‘Wicked Game’ at midnight.”
You blushed.
He smiled.
And that was it.
You were screwed.
Like, emotionally.
Later, back in the car:
You climbed into the passenger seat, pulled down the mirror, and caught sight of your hair.
“Jesus. I look like I got into a fight with a leaf blower and lost.”
Erik leaned over and kissed your cheek.
“Yeah,” he said. “But you looked hot doing it.”
You groaned, leaned your head back, and muttered:
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, starting the car. “You love me.”
You didn’t answer.
Just reached over, laced your fingers through his, and whispered,
“Yeah. I really fucking do.”
And as the Jeep pulled back onto the road, Shirley waved at you from the diner parking lot.
𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: meeting your long distance boyfriend over a ranked match of mortal kombat wasn't the typical meet cute you'd always dreamed of, but it seemed to work out perfectly.
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: descriptions of mortal kombat gore, phone sex, long distance relationships, SMUT, no protection (please use protection.), the angst that comes with having a partner over three hours away. probably spelling errors. no descriptions of the reader other than she has her nipples pierced.
𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: as soon as i saw that erik plays mortal kombat on my first watch, i immediately fan girled as somebody who's been a hardcore mortal kombat fan since i was like ten, this is the result of a hyperfixation and somehow smashing out 11k words in two nights, enjoy!!
“FINISH HIM.”
“Oh, fuck you man.”
The angered words of your opponent rung through your headset, finally deciding to turn on the voice chat feature as the deep-voiced announcer finally called out your win.
On the screen in front of you, you quickly mashed in the quick-timed combination to spur on Mileena’s fatality against the Scorpion that this stranger was playing as.
Watching with a satisfied grin, the 3D-modelled character stabbed the other in the head with her two sai, spinning his head a few times before ripping it off in a satisfying conclusion to the randomly matched online battle.
Whoever it was on the other end of the match, they seemed unsatisfied to take the loss elegantly, letting out a small string of muttered curses.
“Uh uh, no way, that was bullshit.”
You hadn’t yet turned on your own mic, and a majority of the time you wouldn’t bother to accept the requests of rematches, but your curiosity was peaked as this person seemed so intent on trying to beat you again.
ErikTheInkman.
Boring username, you thought, but based on the stats displayed under his username, he played frequently, just as you did.
It couldn’t hurt to play a few more rounds and get a few more wins under your belt to potentially rank up, and he did seem pretty intent on trying to beat you.
Finally clicking the X on your controller to accept the rematch, you reselected Mileena in the character menu, just as you always did.
Of course, you dabbled in other characters, but she had always been your favorite, the one you sunk the most hours into learning to perfection, her move sets and combos ingrained deeply in your head.
The newest Mortal Kombat was barely over a year old. Still, in that time you’d managed to rank up a hefty amount, sinking hours into your gameplay to unlock the cosmetics and even delving into buying some of the DLC they’d released.
You watched your opponent reselect Scorpion, seemingly also preferring to stick to a certain character as was the norm for most of the other people you played online with.
Selecting a randomly generated match was something you did slightly less often, usually choosing to play with friends, but with the trouble of most of your friends living in different time zones and none of them being awake for the time being, you bit the dust and went into a randomly selected match.
The characters spoke their little introductory quips to one another, something you always enjoyed watching before a match to get into the headspace you wanted, before it began.
As the announcer called out the beginning of the match with a deep-seated “Fight!” erik the inkman, or whatever I’m his username was, sprung into action immediately.
His technique was a bit sloppy at times, but nowhere near terrible, you still had to concentrate to hold your own against him, but as the match progressed you could see him getting pissed off from the way he played.
Winning the first round with relative ease, you heard him key his mic back on as the second round started.
“Are you fucking serious!”
It was nowhere near the first time you’d experienced the wrath of a man’s emotions when you played online matches, keeping your profile name fairly androgynous leading to a slight decline, but it was also the reason you usually chose to keep your mic off.
Continuing on to the second round, you noted him continuing to talk while the two of you played, something that you could not stand, finding it to be extremely distracting while you tried to concentrate.
“Why are none of my combo’s working, My fucking controller is broken i swear to god.”
You didn’t care for anything he was saying, hardly even taking it in as you carefully and hastily let your muscle memory guide you as you played.
Hitting an attack at a particularly well timed moment, you almost jumped in your seat in excitement as it triggered one of the particularly gore filled X-ray sequences, watching the 3D rendered Scorpion to be pummeled by your Mileena.
“Oh, Fuck off!”
With only a limited amount of health left in both of your characters, you could almost hear him mashing the buttons through his mic, finally feeling yourself reach your wits end as you felt your concentration slipping, tapping the button in your head seat to unmute your mic.
“Shut the fuck up!”
Your voice seemed to quite him initially, leaving you with just enough time to hit a fatal blow onto his Scorpion, not even bothering to trigger a fatality when the announcers booming voice spoke out, letting his character simply fall to the ground as the timer finished.
Letting out a deep sigh, you adjusted your cross legged position on your gaming chair, realising that your sigh had been audible from the mic you’d forgotten to put back on mute.
“Just, jesus dude. Calm down, it’s not that serious.”
You left it at that, not waiting for a response as you exited the match and finding yourself back on the main menu of the game, deciding this was a good time to take a break as any, feeling almost as if you’re blood pressure had risen just from that interaction.
Holding up your phone, you leaned back in your chair and tried to check to see if any of your friends had messaged on discord, finding no new notifications present on the menu screen.
Only able to let out another sigh, you chose instead to scroll through instagram, looking over whatever came up in your screen, family and friends posts flying across the page as you flicked through them mindlessly.
The sound of a notification through your headset turned your attention away from your phone, seeing a notification popping up on the corner of the screen.
‘ErikTheInkMan has sent you a friend request.’
Furrowing your brows, you stared at the notification momentarily, confusion playing across your features and you leaned forward and clicked onto his profile.
A stereotypical profile picture of some crudely drawn skull was showing next to his username, along with his rank and stats.
Before you could look at anything else on his profile, a message popped up following the friend request.
“GG.”
As you took a moment to scoff at the attitude of the guy who’d just sworn and basically had a tantrum, another message followed.
“Sorry.”
Look, even if it was only one word, there was at least some part of you that appreciated the apology, almost taking pity for the guy who probably just got a little bit too heavily invested in his gaming like a lot of people did.
Maybe that’s why you accepted his friend request.
The acception of his friend request was the last thing you’d done before one of your friends finally messaged you to let you know they were getting on the game, starting the process of queuing up with them, forgetting all about the angry stranger for the rest of the night.
Relative nothingness seemed to follow for the rest of that night, no more messages from him or any other attempt of a rematch.
Not until the next day at least, when you’d gotten home from work and decided to blow off some steam by jumping in again, knowing how unlikely it was that any of your friends would actually be online, but you still wanted something to do.
So when roughly fifteen minutes after you logged on, you got a message from ErikTheInkMan, asking if you wanted to play a couple more rounds, you accepted.
You don’t explicitly say yes, didn’t even respond to the message itself, simply sent him an invite that he responded to just as promptly, throwing the pair of you in a lobby to select your characters.
Neither of you spoke at first, but as you scrolled across to select Mileena once more, you gambled a risk by unmuting yourself and speaking.
“Just don’t yell like a man child this time.”
When you said that, you immediately heard laughter ring through your headset, embarrassed laughter of somebody who’d made a fool out of themselves and knew it whole heartedly.
“I really am sorry about that.” his voice began, having a softness to it you hadn’t had the chance to hear yet.
“Most of the time people either don’t respond or they’re yelling back at me, kinda got a bit desensitised i guess?”
Letting out a small “Mhm.” you continued going forward with the match, the pair of you locking in your characters and continuing forward.
You couldn’t have known you both would have continued on for hours playing, eventually delving into a conversation of light playful jabs, making each other laugh as your matches grew more casual, rolling with the even mix of wins and losses on both sides.
“I’m gonna get you this time, watch out.”
He spoke with an audible smile, actively in the middle of knocking off a large amount of your health bar through a series of combo’s
“Oh sure, you can try, but you’re hopeless.”
You’re response only let out a low laugh on his part.
“Oh you’re in for it now.”
The time spent in countless matches seemed to offset your initial meeting all together, now finding yourself getting nothing but sheer enjoyment out of the banter the pair of you shared.
So much so that by the time you’d actually spared a glance at your clock for the first time tonight, you’d let out a small “Oh shit.” with a laugh.
“What is it?” he enquired, that same audible smile present in his tone.
“I should have gone to bed like, two hours ago.”
As you both laughed at your realisation, you listened as he seemed to check his own time.
“Shit, same here. I have to open tomorrow, we fucked up.”
Your mind wandered for a moment thinking what he might do, a question that might have to be left for next time you spoke, if there even was a next time at the very least.
“Alright, well, i’m gonna head off then.” you kept your tone kind, not immediately offering to play again with him, just keeping it open enough without shutting it down completely.
“Wait, do you have discord?”
His immediate enquiry made you feel the slightest bit shy, a smile coming to your face as you laughed softly.
“Yeah, i’ll message you my tag.”
Going into the messages feature of the game, you double checked it on your other monitor, already having had it open from the beginning of the night, and typed out your tag for him to look you up.
“There you go, okay, i really have to get to bed now though.” you laughed through your words, finishing up your conversation with a mutual good night and exited the game, turning off your pc and getting ready for bed.
Neglecting to check your phone until the next morning, you’d seen the notification from discord, the banner reading that a friend request had been sent your way, the time reading to only a few minutes after you’d fallen asleep the night before.
Still named as ‘eriktheinkman’ on discord, his profile picture was still of a macabre nature, some sort of sketched picture of a snake across a dagger, potentially drawn by him? you weren’t entirely sure.
Taking the plunge and sending the first message wasn’t something you’d usually do, but it was all you could think about as you could ready for work, taking only a few seconds to type out a quick “good morning :)” before promptly putting the phone face down on your kitchen counter.
By the time you’d gotten a response, you were already at work, maybe he was a few hours behind you? you hadn’t asked specifically where he was from but he clearly had an american accent, what if he was canadian? maybe you hadn’t picked it the accent correctly.
You’d sat down at your lunch break roughly an hour after initially seeing the notification, finally opening it up to see what he’d sent in response.
“morning. how’d you sleep?”
It was a standard response obviously, mundane yet still left you with butterfly’s in your stomach, something so simple.
“not bad, still managed to wake up to my alarms lol.”
You hadn’t expected such a prompt response, seeing his profile become active within less than thirty seconds before you could see him start typing.
“wish i was in the same boat. was late to work, client was already waiting.”
Smiling to your screen, you tried to guess what he might do for a living, imagining a plethora of different things in your head as you watched him start typing again before you could even respond.
“we should play again tonight if you’re not busy.”
his lack of any smiley faces seemed fitting to the person you’d already gotten to know, being an avid user of emoji’s and hearts amount other things yourself, it was odd to see, but already didn’t seem out of character for him.
“i don’t think i am, i finish work at 6:30, it’s like 3 now for me.”
Now with the understanding he’d woken up late specifically, you wondered if your guess about him being a few hours behind you was still correct, your mind brimming with the possibilities of where he was from.
“oh okay, that works, it’s around 2 for me now, i should be finishing up at 6 as long as my boss doesn’t pull any shit.”
There was your answer, only roughly an hour behind you.
The thought made you giddy for some reason, maybe just excitement at the idea of meeting a potential friend that actually lived in the same continent as you, much less potentially only being a few states away.
“sounds perfect :)”
Just as quickly as it started, your lunch break was over, sentencing you back to your job which awaited you with open arms, unable to keep your thoughts away from erik the ink man, as you’d come to start calling him in your head.
The night when you came home and jumped back onto Mortal Kombat within only minutes of walking through the door, a night of even more laughter and playful insults that you knew now were done innocently, seemed to have kickstarted a long distance friendship between you and erik, coming to know each other by name.
As the months drew onward, it got to the point you were talking to erik almost every day, messaging him on your lunch break to complain about annoying customers, he’d do the same when he had the free time during his shifts, joking about the people that would come in asking him for infinity symbols, or sleeves consisting of lions, roses and clocks.
His dry humour was the best part of your day, the way he’d poke fun at you and send sarcastic comments your way that only made you laugh and playfully insult him back.
Even when you were just cooking dinner, you’d end up calling him over discord and filling him in about your day while he either closed up the shop for the night or while he laid down on his couch absentmindedly playing something else.
It was a sense of peace to the end of your days, being able to chat with somebody you grew to consider a close friend, as well as having a gaming buddy that actually lived reasonably on par with your time zone.
When he’d first mentioned off handedly that he finished off a tattoo that’d been a few sessions in the making that day, instead of sending it to you over discord like he usually did, he told you to just look him up on instagram, stating that it was easier.
You weren’t even entirely sure what you were expecting your friend to look like, never having conjured up some image of him in your head previously, so going from a blank slate to the tatted up, dark haired and blue eyed guy in the photo, happily tattooing away, well it was a bit of an unexpected jump.
“I guess it’s only fair you actually see what i look like now.” you’d mused to him, following the instagram that he’d sent to you, waiting for him to notice the notification.
It’d only taken about a minute and a half till you received a follow back.
“You’re such a fucking nerd.” erik mused, only stirring a laugh from deep within you, no doubt seeing the pictures of your gaming set up and the pictures from within the comic book store you worked at, goofy faces made with your coworkers.
“Shut up.” was all you’d been able to respond with, now having such a different type of feeling now that you actually knew what the person behind the voice looked like.
Of course you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, not that you’d ever admit that out loud.
Every little sarcastic jab you threw at each other that felt like it carried even the slightest bit of flirting was now making you want to blush and hide your face like an idiot, always thankful that erik couldn’t actually see you.
“I’m coming for you now.”
Going from Mortal Kombat to a series of different games was now something you did quite often with erik, finding that you actually shared quite a few in common, finding that Dead by Daylight was a semi common one that you’d both suggest on the days where you gamed together.
“If you hook me i’ll moan.” you jokingly threatened, your mouth curling into a grin as you controlled your character, weaving over pallets and rounding corners as the killer erik was playing as found itself hot on your trail.
“Now i absolutely wanna hook you.” he responded, his killer gaining on your survivor at an alarming rate that had you letting out a little squeal.
“Oh get off my ass!” you laughed, there were still two other survivors he could be gunning for, but it made too much sense that he was targeting you specifically.
“Hmm, no. I was that ass specifically.”
His response only had you rolling your eyes, letting out a groan of annoyance when he downed you, his character picking yours up and walking towards one of the hooks that was close by.
“No come onnn, let me cut a deal with you please.” you put on a mockingly begging tone, trying to button mash to get out of his killers hold.
“You can’t whore your way out of this one.” he laughed through his words, hooking your character with no hesitation, the scream cutting through your headset as you put your controller down with a huff, only able to watch helplessly as the entitiy’s claws murdered your character.
“That was rigged, i refuse to accept that.”
“Now who’s having a tantrum?”
He was laughing just as much as you were as you watched the rest of the game play out, letting out a satisfied cheer when the last survivor escaped through the hatch, unable to be caught and murdered by erik’s killer.
“Yes! fuck you! that’s what you get!”
What had started as playful, slightly flirty insults initially, seemed to delve a bit deeper as time went on, going from unserious to being rooted in something unspoken between the pair of you.
Now at the level of sending stupid little selfies to each other throughout the day, it’d been you who’d seemed to pull the first official check mate of whatever it was going on between you two.
You’d been getting out of the shower when your phone first vibrated, holding the towel wrapped around your body with one hand as you opened up discord to see him making a stupid face, obviously laying in bed judging by the messy hair and pillow behind his head.
Obviously you could have waited until you got dressed to send something back, gotten into your pajamas and sent a similar selfie back from the comfort of your own bed.
But you didn’t.
Not even 100% certain of what you were doing, the sudden burst of confidence (potentially mixed with how goddamn pretty he looked in the initial selfie he sent you) seeming to prompt you to take a photo of yourself using the mirror, smiling softly as your wet hair and towel around your body was shown just enough to convey you’d only just stepped out of the shower
At first, it’d taken him a little bit to respond, your anxiety was already telling you that you’d pushed it a bit too far, that this was the part where he ignored the picture or let you down easily, after five minutes of freaking out, you felt your phone vibrate again, opening the message hastily.
“not even gonna lie, kind of wish you sent me that while you were still in the shower but i’ll take it.”
He was still being playful, but it seemed like you were both in the same page, a mutual agreement now that there was definitely more to the flirting and the comments than just gaming buddies being silly.
Initially you stared at his message, biting your lip and now feeling completely unsure what to do from here, the sudden burst of confidence now entirely overshadowed by anxiety.
Before you could think to type anything or send another image, you watched an image begin to load up from erik, almost dropping your phone when you looked at it.
He’d obviously decided to take another selfie, his faded t shirt and boxers clearly in frame now, only seeing his mouth in the photo pulled into a slight smirk.
The clear image of his boxers also very clearly showed him half hard, the tartan pattern seeming to show every little detail through the thin material.
This was it, permission sent clear as day on his end, whatever it was that was about to happen between the two of you, he was giving you the green flag.
Overthinking the image more than you probably needed to, taking a moment to toy with the angles, you eventually settled on an image of yourself with the towel now falling a little bit more, your face slightly more in view than it was previously, sticking you tongue out in a mischievous way.
As opposed to previously, erik’s response after you sent the image came in much quicker this time, already seeming to make his frustration known.
“you’re making it really hard to be miles away right now.”
That was soon followed by a picture that was fairly similar than before, only difference being that why had initially been a half hard tent in his boxers was now standing far more, his hand resting on his stomach.
You could have done nothing but send photos back and fourth to each other all night, make it a painfully slow process, but there was definitely a build up that needed to be addressed, the comments you’d been throwing at each other for weeks now were starting to boil over, there wasn’t any room left to wait.
When you called him, he answered within a single ring, already hearing how deeply he was breathing.
“You’re trouble.” were the first words out of his mouth, breathless and hurried.
“Let me see you.”
Calling him seemed to have opened the floodgates, any and all but if coyness and subtlety now thrown out the window and discarded by the both of you.
When you pulled your phone away and turned on your camera, the image of him soon followed, you’re smiling face being all the was in frame, biting your lip.
“Hi.” you whispered, unsure why, considering you lived alone, but he didn’t seem to mind, only smiling back at you as he slowly sat up in bed.
“If you don’t show me what’s under that towel, i’m gonna fucking burst.”
His words felt like fire over your skin, it felt the slightest bit odd, about to show yourself to someone you’d never even met in the flesh, yet all with the comfort of how well you’d come to know him.
Biting your lip to try and hide your smile, you held up your phone to show more of your body, now holding the towel across your chest, otherwise letting it hang loosely, hiding the parts of yourself that you knew he wanted to see.
Even through the phone, you could hear his breathing get deeper and rougher, see the way his brows furrowed a bit as his eyes raked over your body with a laser focus.
“Shit.” he whispered, seeming to sport a bit more confidence than you currently were, pulling his phone away from his face to show how he was currently palming himself through his boxers, no hesitation present on his features at all as his mouth fell open.
“I-I’ve never done this before.” you spoke, breaking the silence but showing no intentions of stopping your teasing, just finding yourself slightly unsure of what exactly you should be doing right now, overthinking what exactly it might be that he wanted you to do.
“Yeah? Me neither.” his words were a delicious mix of a huskiness and a grunt that had you already pressing your legs together “it’s okay, it’s okay.. just.. i’ll tell you what to do.. if you don’t wanna go any further, just say the word. okay?”
God he was so sweet, so considerate, it only made you want to do this even more, wanted to see him touching himself to the sight of you, knowing how badly he wanted you.
Nodding, you tilted your head and smiled, the innocent look on your face already having an evident effect on erik as he watched you through his phone, squeezing his cock through the fabric of his boxers as he moved his hand to slip under the waist band and start to play with himself lazily.
“Need to see those tits, please baby.”
The way he asked, begged to see you had you already starting to feel weak, like your stomach was doing cartwheels, barely even leaving you enough brain power to concentrate on letting the towel drop away from your breasts, using your now free’d hand to squeeze them for him, running your fingers so softly along the underside, running across your flesh in a way that seemed to spur an audible groan from him, especially when he saw the barbells that sat through your nipples, watching as his eyes locked into them immediately.
“Jesus, when were you gonna tell me about those..”
For a moment you were too sheepish to even speak, running your thumb over the peaks and letting out soft pants through your open mouth.
“Not really an easy thing to just mention out of nowhere.” you laughed softly, watching as he shook his head softly, seemingly sharing your sentiment of being lost for words.
“Fuck, you have no clue how much i’ve thought about you like this.”
Biting back a shy smile, you shut your eyes and let your mouth fall open as you run your hand along the soft flesh of your tits. Knowing that you were producing that much of a reaction from Erik purely from him seeing these parts of you, it would have been a lie if you’d said the feeling wasn’t a little bit addictive.
“Pinch em’ a little, please baby, just like that.”
His words caused your eyes to open back up, seeing that his face was now contorting into a mural of different expressions, the struggle to keep his eyes open visible on his face as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
As much as you were shy, the idea of doing these things in front of a camera making you feel weak, the adrenaline was out weighing it completely, the image on your phone screen of Erik pulling down his boxers with one hand, all to reveal..
“Oh my god, is that-“
The silver ball’s of the curved barbell sitting snugly inside the reddened tip of his cock caught the light of the camera and glinted softly in the dark room he was in.
Your words brought a croaked laugh out of his chest, turning the camera back to his face and smiling as you could see his shoulder moving while he pumped himself slowly and lazily.
“Guess I can't give you any shit for not mentioning hidden piercings now..”
All you could do was nod your head and let out a small “uh huh”, already feeling hypnotised by the sight of him running his thumb over his tip that was met by the silver ball of the barbell.
“Fuckin’ hurt like a bitch, worth it though.”
His chesty laugh sounded like liquid velvet to your ears, it made it seem like this wasn’t real at all, like you were just having a wet dream about someone you’d come to consider one of your best friends and that you were gonna wake up any second and you’d be back to nothing except flirty remarks and unspoken attraction.
Except this was definitely real, when he turned the camera back to his face, his mouth hanging open and his chest rising and falling deeply, you knew your own brain was incapable of conjuring up an image like that.
“Let me see those pretty tits again, don’t be selfish.”
You knew he wasn’t being genuine with his remark about you being selfish, it only made you smile more, bringing your phone back to an angle where both your face and torso could be seen, continuing to play with them for him, trying to hardest to put on a show, a private one that was purely for yours and his eyes.
“Erik..” you practically mewled his name out, your voice shaky and unstable, only seeming to get more of a reaction out him, his shoulder moving in a way that signalled he was starting to pump himself faster.
“Fucking- god, say my name again.”
When you repeated his name, letting it come out similar to a prayer to a god, breathing it out so that it sounded like some sort of arcane word that had unknown power over him.
You watched his eyes squeeze shut and his head fall back on his pillow, his mouth hanging open as he continued to let out a series of throaty groans that rose and fell in pitch at a rapid pace.
“Holy shit, holy shit.”
Knowing that something as simple as saying his name could have this much a reaction from him, the power you held, it just made your mind swim with the possibilities of what it would be like if he was here with you right now, or you with him.
You pictured laying down on his bed, making a mess of his grey coloured sheets as he took you from behind, how it would feel to have his strong hands gripping your hips as he pounded into your womb at an unforgiving place.
When your hand had made it’s way down to your clit, you couldn’t even remember, too wound up in chasing your own release to even try and keep track of how long you’d both been sitting here watching each other play with yourselves.
All you were aware of was how close you were, letting the thoughts of what you’d let him do to you drive the rest of the fantasy in your mind, the idea of him putting that pierced dick inside you and filling you up to the brim with his cum seeming to do the job perfectly, feeling the tightness in your stomach begin to wind itself together.
“Erik, Erik, i think i’m gonna cum.”
“Yes baby, please, fuck i wish i was there, i wanna cum inside you so much, oh my- fuck!”
His own noises were cut off my silence as you watched him seem to still for a moment, only to start moving again at a much slower place, his head rising up while he suddenly began to make noises again, coming out as high pitched cries he seemed to cum all over his belly from what you could see as the camera started to fall out of frame, rolling up to show half of his face and the wall behind him.
It hadn’t been long for you to follow, the sounds he made proving to be the perfect final little bit of a push you needed in order to be plunged into the cooling pool of an orgasm that had your toes curling and your thighs shaking.
Falling back from your position sitting on the edge of the bed, you felt your back hit the blankets and stared up at the ceiling as you started to come down from your high, suddenly becoming aware of the fact your heart beat was pounding in your own head, shutting your eyes and just letting the sound of your own panting be accompanied by the sounds of Erik’s own coming from your phone.
You must have sat there for at least another thirty seconds or so, cause eventually you heard Erik’s words coming out with soft laughter.
“You still alive?” he asked, only just now realising your phone had been abandoned next to you, no doubt now facing your ceiling.
“No.” you responded, only resulting in another laugh ringing out from him as you finally sat up, grabbing your phone and rolling onto your stomach, holding it back up so you could Erik again, who was now standing once more and seemingly cleaning his own release off his stomach with a tissue.
“Must’ve died and gone to heaven.”
You let your face fall forward onto the blanket as you laughed at his words, looking back up to see him looking at the camera once more and smiling softly, looking at you as if you were a piece of art.
At first there was nothing but silence as you watched him sit back down on his bed, running a hand over his face briefly, as if you were waiting for each other to speak first and address what just happened.
“What did we just do?” you asked, letting a sigh leave your lips and your brows furrowing as a confused smile crossed your features.
“Well, i hope i’m correct in assuming this..” he began “But i think we just did something that was a long time coming.”
Looking at you expectantly, you waited for a moment before nodding, embarrassment suddenly flooding through you as you realised how long you’d both let this play out because you were both just too stupid to communicate.
“Yeah, that checks out.” you laughed, standing up and letting the phone rest on your night stand as you pulled out your drawer and grabbed a pair of pajamas to get closed into it, pulling a pair of shorts on and stepping back into frame as you pulled a shirt over yourself.
“Careful, my dicks still really sensitive, don’t start her back up again.” he joked, making a pretend pained face as you smiled, his sense of humor seeming to have come back after the post orgasm clarity.
“Her?” you questioned with a smile, only for him to nod.
“Of course.” he responded as if it was obvious.
-
A long distance relationship wasn’t something you’d ever thought about in great detail, at least not before Erik; yet it was something that just seemed to work perfectly for the two of you, for the most part.
There wasn’t a whole lot of change in routine, other than your gaming sessions and late night phone calls finishing up with “I love you”s and occasionally more instances of the two of you getting off over video call.
It was quickly evident just how insatiable the both of you were, sending Erik photos with your shirt pulled up while he was at work knowing how much it was going to drive him crazy, just the same for him to send you videos late at night of him lazily jerking off when you didn’t have time to call him.
There’s only so much that can be done when you lived at least three or four states away, when the video calls weren’t enough anymore, you graduated up to remote control toys, a vibrator he could control using his phone, which he had used more than once to get the upper hand during a match.
“Oh, eat a dick!” you’d yelled with a laugh, practically bouncing in your gaming chair as your team got the upper hand, ready to secure yet another win against the team he’d been playing against.
Yeah well, it’s all fun and games until he decides to turn it all the way up out of nowhere, a soft shriek leaving your lips as you feel yourself flying forward, the hands holding your controller beginning to shake as a bruising amount of vibration descends upon your clit.
“That’s not fairrrr!” you’d whine, turning to look at the screen where you had your webcams set up, only seeing Erik grinning like a smug idiot as he puts his phone down and picks his controller back up.
That’s also great, amazing actually, but it gets to a point.
When that point is almost eight months into officially being a couple, finally being introduced to his siblings when they poke their heads into frame, waving to them and letting Erik introduce you officially as his girlfriend who just happens to live over a thousand miles away.
His sister followed you on instagram, already starting a steady routine of sending you funny reels and replying to your posts with hearts and smiley faces.
His brother seemed to love you, always being heard asking if he could say hi in the background when you were talking to Erik, each and every time making an effort to ask you how you were going, the biggest sweetheart you’d ever met in your life.
You hadn’t been there when Erik had told his parents about you, but you had gotten a text from him to let you know that his mother and father really wanted to meet you, or at least, talk to you over a video call.
No matter how much he reassured you that you had no reason to be nervous, that he’d already shown his parents pictures of you and gushed non stop to the point that they already were voicing how excited they were to finally talk to you, you were still pacing back and forth while you waited for Erik to call you.
Absolutely nothing in this world could have prepared you for how amazing his parents were, how kind they had been, the way they’d smiled so brightly when you started the call like they were more excited to see you than even Erik was.
When Erik’s father had patted him on the shoulder, gushing about how happy he was that his son had found such a nice girl and how proud he was.
You knew Erik liked to put on a tough guy front, but the way he smiled while his father praised him, the sight warmed your heart in such a way that you’d never felt before.
His mother was the sweetest woman you’d ever had the pleasure of speaking to, asking you so intently about yourself, it hadn’t taken long for you to just fall absolutely in love with the rest of Erik’s family just as much as you were head over heels in love with him.
Maybe that was why the distance had finally started to get to you, the desperation to feel something as simple as holding his hand but knowing that you couldn’t, it had started to boil over for you, coming to a head at the end of one of your many phone calls.
“Alright, i gotta go to bed baby, it’s already so late.” he laughed, hearing the soft shuffling of him rolling over in bed.
The time on your clock read close to 1:30 AM, not an unusually late time for you guys to finish your calls, but you knew he had to open the shop tomorrow, you knew he needed to actually be up at a reasonable hour.
You really did just wanna say good night, tell him you’d see him in the morning, but the words couldn’t bring themselves to come out, all you could do was sniffle softly as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.
“Baby?” he asked, concern already starting to lace his voice when you didn’t respond, even more so when he could hear that you were audibly in the brink of tears.
“I hate this..” you whispered with a shaken voice, rubbing your eye with your sleeve as you felt tears already starting to stream down your cheeks.
“What’s wrong? talk to me, are you okay?”
While it took you a moment to find the words, only able to release a small number of pathetic sobs as you could hear the way your boyfriend was starting to panic over the phone, you finally spoke, gathering yourself so that you could relieve him from the anxiety of wondering why you’d seemingly started crying out of nowhere.
“I just wanna hold you, I wanna hold your hand. We’re gonna hang up this call and i’m just going to lay down in this bed alone knowing your over a thousand miles away and there’s nothing i can do about it.”
Your words were wobbly, a vomit of feelings you’d spent the last few weeks bottling up, only to now all come out at once like an opening of floodgates that you couldn’t find the strength to get a handle on.
At first you were worried about how he was going to respond, already imagining all of the things he might say in response to your sudden rant, when he was already tired and needed to go to bed.
Letting out a sigh, he spoke.
“I know.” he began, his tone taking on a much more vulnerable tone than you’d expected, his voice coming in an octave higher than it was before.
“I hate it too, god, you have no idea how much i just wanna hold you, it’s been getting to me too baby.”
His words only seemed to bring on more tears, your face falling into your hands, all you wanted was to lay your head on his chest and cry it out, but you couldn’t even do that.
“We’re gonna get there soon okay? I’ve already been talking to my dad about trying to get time off work, it just needs to be planned, that’s all.”
Letting out one more pathetic little sniffle, you nodded your head, even if it was just a phone call, wiping your tears one more time as you tried to find something to say.
“I love you, you know that right?”
His words made a weak laugh bubble up from your stomach, always loving the way it sounded when he said it, always making you feel better straight away.
“I love you too.” you breathed.
“I’ll call you as soon as I can tomorrow, but you need to sleep baby, I can tell you’re tired.”
You could hear the smile on his words as he offered you comfort, only able to wish him a goodnight and a good day at work tomorrow before you finally hung up the call for the night rolled over to try and get some sleep.
-
When you’d gotten the phone call from Bobby, you’d initially thought that maybe something had happened, why exactly would he be calling you directly and not just either messaging you or getting Erik to call you; nonetheless, you answered.
“Hey Bobby, everything okay?”
You’re next best suspicion was that this call most definitely had something to do with the fact that Erik’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks, maybe he needed a hand with picking something, or he wanted to see what you were thinking of getting him, not that you could really send a lot unless you had it shipped.
Just as quickly as you’d spoke, you heard Julia’s voice come through, realising quickly you were on speaker phone with the pair of siblings.
“How soon can you get time off work?”
With that conversation, a devious plan by Erik’s two siblings was set in motion, his mother partially being involved, they explained.
All that you had to do was give them a time where you would be free and not working, and Brenda would book you a plane ticket.
“We’re gonna give him the best birthday present of his whole goddamn life.”
-
The flight had been almost three hours, the final step in a two and half week long plan to hide any and all hints that you were going to be flying out from your boyfriend.
It was already arranged that Julia was going to pick you up from the airport under the guise of running out to get a few things for the little party that the family had planned, all you had to do was make sure that your flight didn’t crash horribly and everything would be fine.
You’d lied through your teeth when Erik had called you that morning, explaining that you were going out to go see some family and that there wasn’t any service where they lived, which he promptly bought completely and without question.
He had no reason to doubt you of course, it was a reasonable enough excuse to have your phone off, considering it had already happened before when you went to visit family in the past.
With Erik more than thoroughly distracted with the celebration for his birthday underway, as well as your flight finally landing, it was only going to be less than an hour before you were finally standing face to face with your boyfriend for the first time ever.
The thought alone was already making your hands shake as you walked through the terminal dragging your suitcase behind you.
When Julia had spotted you, you’d both been unable to hide back the squeals you let out as you embraced each other, already over the moon with finally being able to greet Erik’s sister, who’d come to embrace you wholeheartedly as a friend.
“Oh I can’t wait to see the look on his fucking face!” she’d mused, taking your hand immediately and guiding you through the rest of the terminal and out into the massive parking lot where she’d helped load your suitcase into the trunk.
The drive was by no means helping your nerves, knowing that with every meter you crossed you were getting closer and closer, even just knowing that Erik was only a thirty or so minute drive and not a whole set of states away? it was making you feel giddy and nauseous all at the same time somehow.
Your knee was bouncing incessantly as the tall buildings began to slowly morph into suburbia, houses with bright green lawns flying past your window.
You had no idea which house was the Campbells, so it was just a waiting game of when the car was going to slow down, your heart beating at a pace that made you feel like it was going to burst out of your chest and you’d die from a heart attack before you even got the chance to finally meet your boyfriend in the flesh.
“I don’t know if i can do this.” you blurted out, fear evident on your face as you turned to Julia who only burst out laughing at the look on your face.
“You’re gonna be totally fine!l she encouraged, taking a hand off the steering wheel to rub your shoulder.
“Erik on the other hand? he might piss his pants.”
Just as she said that, you felt the car slowing down, a house coming into view which she turned the car towards, pulling into the gravel driveway, which promptly made you feel like you were going to start hyperventilating.
Never before had you felt so much anxiety, yet at the same time wanted to break the window down and sprint to the front door and kick it open.
So many stupid thoughts began to flood your brain, what if you didn’t look the same as you did on camera and he didn’t like you? What if he suddenly decided he didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore?
You hadn’t even realised you’d just been sitting there staring at the house in silence with a panicked look on your face until Julia spoke.
“I just texted Bobby, we’re ready to go.” she grinned at you, unbuttoning her seatbelt and shimmying her shoulders at you excitedly.
“Are you ready?” she asked, only finding yourself able to nod silently as you exited her car, pulling your suitcase out of the back seat and approaching the door at Julia’s side with shaky hands.
Exchanging one more look, Julia grinned as she knocked on the door softly, being greeted by Bobby’s grinning face as he pulled you in for a quick hug.
“Oh my god, you’re real!” he spoke with hushed excitement.
You could already hear music coming from the backyard as the siblings began to sneak you through the door like you were a secret package that needed to be delivered without detection.
“Okay, they’re in the backyard, let’s move.” Bobby spoke to you, letting Julia walk ahead and out to the backyard carrying the supplies she’d apparently been sent out to get.
With a hand on your back, Bobby guided you to the backyard, light greeting you as you looked around frantically, spotting every member of the Campbell family one by one before finally landing on the back of a band shirt and a head of dark hair fiddling away with the grill.
“Erik!” Julia called out, looking at you briefly with a grin “I got your present while i was out!”
“Uh huh.” he responded, barely paying attention to his sisters words as he continued tinkering with the machine, not turning around just yet.
You felt like you were gonna be sick any second, jesus, turn around Erik, turn around.
As if he’d heard your telepathic command, he turned to look at his sister, a bored look in his face as he expected to receive some sort of stock standard last minute present.
The very second his eyes met you own, you’re terrified smile beaming at him from only a few meters away, his reaction wasn’t really that far off from what you expected.
“Oh my fucking god!” his voice was loud, his hands coming to tangle in his hair as he looked across at you like you weren’t real for a few seconds before he looked over at his sister.
“Are you serious?!”
You knew it wasn’t a bad yell, that he was probably just in shock, hell, you’d had hours to process this and you felt like you were still in shock yourself.
Tears started flooding your eyes as soon as you heard his voice for the first time not coming out of the phone, when it seemed to dawn on both of you that you were here standing in front of him, physically here.
Without hesitation, Erik only muttered one more quick “Fuck off.” astonishment still clear on his face as you both bee lined it for one another, crashing into each other so quickly you almost knocked each other over.
There was no chance of holding back your sobs, loud and embarrassing but you couldn’t find it in you to care, you were finally holding him in your arms and you had absolutely no intention of letting go.
“Holy shit, Holy shit.” his words were muffled from where his face had found itself tucked into the crook of your neck, still wobbled enough to where you could tell that he was also fighting back tears.
Swaying in each other's arms to the point that you almost fell over more than once, you didn’t want to risk pulling away, fearing that you’d pull away and he’d no longer be there in front of you.
Finally being able to pull away and look up at him, you could see how puffy his blue eyes already were, using your sleeves to reach up and wipe them away for him, the pair of you both laughing through your tears.
“Happy birthday.” was all you could manage to croak out, letting yourself be cut off by the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, pulling you in as he leaned down to finally lay a deep kiss on your lips, something you’d both been itching to feel for months now.
He tasted like the beer he’d been drinking, and his stubble tickled your lip but you couldn’t find it in you to care in the slightest, only feeling so completely and utterly overjoyed to finally be inhaling his scent and feeling his lips against yours.
Pulling away, he pulled you against his chest all over again, letting you wrap your arms around his middle as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
“I fucking hate you guys so much.” he laughed, the family erupting into laughter at his comment.
-
The entire span of Erik’s birthday celebration had been spent by his side, not allowed to leave his side for even one second.
When you’d been speaking with Bobby and Julia, he stood behind you with his arms around you and his chin resting on top of your head, and when you sat to finally have a proper meeting with his Dad, he sat by your side and kept his hand on your leg.
He peppered your face with kisses as you both just stood there holding each other, letting you explain every step of the elaborate plan you and his entire family had hatched behind his back.
“So you did this all behind my back, and still managed to keep it a secret?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief as you nodded.
Leaning forward to place yet another kiss on your forehead, he just smiled down at you like you were a gift from god.
By the time the celebrations were wrapping up, it was almost midnight, and everybody was more than tired enough to be pretty desperate to hit the hay.
As you said your goodnights, gave his mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she told you how happy she was that you were finally here, you could see Erik coming over with your suitcase, an arm coming around your shoulder.
“Let’s put this up in my room.” he sighed, obviously quite tired himself from the day.
Heading up the stairs trailing behind Erik, you watched him open up his bedroom door and were finally greeted with the sight of the bedroom you’d only ever seen in the background of your video calls, seeing it in person hardly even felt real, finding yourself giddy all over again.
Standing there in the middle of the room for a few seconds, it hadn’t been long before you felt arms wrapping around you from behind, Erik letting his forehead rest on the crook of your neck and he took a deep breath of your scent in, letting out a satisfied groan.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.” he spoke, only making you smile brighter as you turned in his arms, facing him and letting your forehead rest against his own as you both closed your eyes.
“I can’t believe it either.”
Resting your hands on his cheeks, your eyes remained closed as you captured his lips in a soft kiss, just letting them rest there as his arms around tightened.
As innocent as it started, it had only been a few seconds before Erik was already deepening the kiss, neither of you showing any form of hesitation as you began to embrace each other.
His hands found their way to your waist, starting to squeeze at your flesh as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, the desperation you held for each other was finally able to reach its fullest form now that you were finally alone.
Opening your mouth up to him, you tasted the beer and cigarettes on his tongue, even the slight aftertaste of sweet birthday cake that had been cut up for everyone, exactly what you imagined he’d tasted like.
In any other instance, you both would have taken your time, but it would have been stupid to assume that there would have been any kind of patience shared between you right now, Erik’s hands were already finding their way under your shirt, leading you to where his bed sat in the corner of the room.
As soon as the back of your knees hit the bed, you let yourself fall onto it with a soft laugh from Erik, his knee finding its way between your legs almost as if it was an instinct, like you knew each other's bodies perfectly even if this was the first time you’d even touched each other.
The desperation shared between the two of you was borderline pornographic, gripping each other like you were going to fall away any second, Erik pulling away only for a second to tear off his shirt like it was burning his skin, before moving to his belt buckle with shaky hands.
You worked at your own clothes, comfortable for the sake of the long flight, coming with the benefit of also being easy to remove.
As Erik came back down, you were halfway through removing your shirt, something he was more than happy to help you with, throwing it onto the floor of his room with no regard as to where it landed.
“I need you.” you whispered against his lips that had found their way back onto his own, his grip on you tightening in response to your words, almost so hard it hurt, a groan coming from deep within his throat.
“I know.” he breathed out, his hands wasting no time before moving to the waistband of your pants, pulling at it until you raised your hips slightly off the mattress, leaving you laying there in nothing but a tank top and panties, a sight that had him simply staring down at you in silence, panting.
He looked at you like you were made of clouds, like with just one more touch you’d fade away any second, this was more than just lust driven hunger, there was an unspoken need between the two of you, desperation to feel each other in a way you could only imagine until now.
“There’s so much i want to do to you right now.” he huffed, running his fingers lightly against your chest, his hands coming to lazily grab at your tits, running his thumb against one of your hardened nipples that was now poking against the thin fabric of your tank top, only eliciting an open mouthed moan from you, a whimper that came out in a way you weren’t even conscious of.
“But all I can think about is burying myself so deep inside you that you see stars.”
His words, the image they out in your head, it had to keening for him and grinding your pussy against his knee like an animal in heat, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be self-conscious about it, you were just as desperate for him as he was for you, if the hard form now running against his jeans was anything to show.
“Please, baby, please.”
Your words had him gripping your legs tightly, pulling away from you only briefly, hooking his fingers into your panties to take them with him as he backed away, kneeling on the floor and pulling you harshly to the end of the bed.
Unable to hold back the small squeal as he pulled you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, you both found yourselves laughing like kids at a sleepover, his index finger coming to rest on your lips.
“Shut the fuck up, jesus.” he wheezed, leaning forward to give you one more quick kiss on the lips.
“You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?” he asked, leaving you to respond with a nod as you bit your lip, raising yourself on your elbows briefly to watch him sink his face between your legs.
The second you even felt his stubble tickle your thighs, much less the feeling of his tongue licking a long stripe across your pussy, your head tipped back and your mouth fell open, a silent scream escaping as he dove in to devour you with little hesitation.
Fuck, you’d waited so long for this, any thoughts you may have had about how this was going to feel were absolutely nothing compared to the real thing, nothing you could have conjured up in your mind was anywhere close to how earth-shattering it felt for him to run his tongue through your folds.
The sounds were sloppy, ringing in your ears along with a choir of guttural moans coming from Erik’s end, like he’d been stuck in a desert for days and only just now had gotten his hands on water.
He lapped at you like he didn’t want to waste a single drop of you, gripped your thighs so hard that you knew for a fact there was going to be red marks by the time you were done.
When his hands hooked under your knees, pushing them forward without warning so that they were nearly next to your ears, he pushed his tongue into you with no mercy, the feeling of him fucking you on his tongue having you feel like you were about gush right then and there.
For a moment or two, you could have literally sworn you went blind, a hand flying to your both to try and hide the absolutely pathetic sounds that were coming out of you, your other hand coming down to tangle through his soft dark hair.
“Come on baby, cum on my face, fucking do it.”
His words of encouragement had been more than enough, paired with the feeling of his fingertips landing on your clit to rub fast and quick circles, his tongue going in and out of you, you felt your entire body still, your thighs instinctively trying to push together only to be held open by his strong hands.
He kept going until you were pulling at his hair trying to get him to stop, letting out soft mewl’s of overstimulation, the muscles in your stomach were still turning, your pussy still pulsing by the time he came back up to be face to face with you.
His chin was glistening in what little light there was in his room, a grin on his face that matched his blown out eyes, so dark that they almost looked black.
You couldn’t even form words, your orgasm had wrecked you so much that all you could do was let out little hums, kissing him lazily when he leaned down to take your mouth against his.
As you made out with him, you already began to feel him running the tip of his cock against your folds, gliding along the flesh that was now absolutely soaked, so wet that you wouldn’t be surprised if you hardly even felt him slide in at first.
“Can I put it inside you, please baby, please let me put it inside you..”
He whispered and begged against your lips, the cold feeling of the metal from his prince albert against your sensitive clit already having you spasm softly underneath him.
The only thing you could do was nod, finally opening your heavy lids to look up at him and just stare into his bright blue eyes that stared back down at you.
You could tell how much he was holding himself back, letting his cock get swallowed up by your pussy, his mouth falling open as the warmth embraced him, a choked out moan falling from deep in his chest.
Your hands came to rest on his cheeks once more, your foreheads connecting and eyes shutting tightly as he slowly let himself bottom out; as much as you’d always heard people describe it as feeling like they were literally molded for one another, you’d never actually taken it seriously.
But now you knew exactly what they were talking about, when he finally sat completely inside you, his pelvis resting snugly against your own, it truly did feel like two puzzle pieces coming together, like you were completely filled by him in every meaning of the word, every crevice being filled in by him to complete satisfaction.
Even you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there before he finally started to move his hips, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, but time just seemed to move differently when he was inside you, you fluttered around him, every time you did making his hips stutter.
The pace he initially set was slow, but hard, barely even pulling out halfway before he pushed back in again, each time managing to hit that sweet spot deep inside you like he’d been doing it for years, like he was a master of his art.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead found itself resting against your collar bone as he thrusted into you repeatedly, rhythmic grunts and whimpers coming from him in time with each time he pushed it back in.
“Erik, baby, please.. harder…”
There wasn’t anything else you could have said to have had him change up so quickly, a growl finding itself from deep within his chest as he rose up from his spot on your collar, his eyes appearing to be almost glazed over as he wasted no time beginning to increase the pace of his thrusts.
Looking up at him, he held himself up with one hand, using his other to hook under your knee once more, bringing one of your legs up so that he could begin hitting even deeper, at even more brutal speed, your hand immediately coming to grip his arm tightly as you let out a choked gasp.
When you’d asked him to fuck you harder, you should have known that meant almost having the wind knocked from your stomach, small sounds leaving you in a way that you couldn’t control.
He was pulling almost almost entirely out of you for each thrust now, his tip just on the border of falling out before he slammed back inside, a wet slapping sound ringing out with every single time he rammed himself back into you at a pace that had you beginning to see stars just as he’d said, now finding yourself unable to control the moans coming out of your mouth.
His hand that had been holding your leg flew to cover your mouth, silencing you only slightly as he stared down at you, shaky breaths coming out of him as he set an absolutely bruising pace, almost like as much as he was trying to keep you quiet, he was also just as determined to have you crying out his name for dear life.
“Been wanting to be buried in this pussy for so long” he growled, his eyes squeezing shut “just fucked my hand and thought about nothing but this.”
The words he was spouting paired with the brutal thrusts he was laying into you were almost too much, you felt yourself getting dizzy as your eyes seemed to almost roll into the back of your head.
“Fuck, fuck, i’m gonna cum..” he warned, his thrusts getting shorter and shorter as he pulled out less with each, but only continuing to get faster and harder as he twitched inside you.
“Gonna fill this fucking pussy up? huh? fill you with my cum?”
All you could manage was a nod, his hand pulling away from your mouth, both of them now gripping your hips and fucking you at a borderline merciless pace as you just laid there and took it.
With a sudden stop, and a few more slowed shallow thrusts, he shut his tightly, his cock twitching as he started to paint your insides with hot spurts of cum, his hips shaking as he rode out his own orgasm with short slow thrusts, gripping your hips so hard you knew you were likely going to have bruises the next morning.
For a while, you just both laid there, his forehead coming to rest once more on your collar bone, the pair of you covered in sweat and so tired out you could barely move.
You knew you should get up, probably try to make some sort of effort to get cleaned up, but with the fact that you were both seemingly now paralysed, also mixed with the fact that being locked in each others arms was incredibly peaceful, all you could do was reach for the blanket that he’d been pushed astray by your initial activities, and pull it over the pair of you, settling into a comfortable enough position where he still sat inside you.
Stroking the back of his head softly, he let out a soft hum that communicated to you that he was definitely comfortable, just as you were, a smile coming to your face as you kissed the top of his head.
“Gonna have to shower in the morning..” you whispered softly, only getting another small hum in return.
“Good, i’ll be ready to do this all over again by then.” he chuckled softly, his head finally raising up to smile at you, leaning forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss.
You pounced on Erik’s bed, grinning while he groaned into his pillow like a dying Victorian child.
"NO-LET ME SLEEP FOR FUCK’S SAKE," he growled, voice muffled in cotton and rage.
You flopped dramatically beside him, elbow in his ribs.
"Come onnn, get up! Time to celebrate the decay of your youth. It’s showing, babe. Wrinkles and everything."
He cracked one bleary eye open, looking like a demon freshly summoned.
"Weren’t you supposed to be at work today? Why are you here, ruining my life?"
You grinned. "Told my boss my best friend’s got dementia and I had to drag his ass back to the asylum. They bought it. Idiots."
You and Erik,ride or die since high school detention. He got busted for smoking behind the bleachers. You were there for yanking a sixth grader across the cafeteria by his collar. No regrets. Since then, it’s been you two against the world,chaos dorks with a sexual tension problem.
He chucked a pillow at your face. "Fuck off. Let me die in peace."
"Erik Campbell.Get. Out. Of. Bed."
"Make me."
Challenge accepted.
You straddled him, which clearly short-circuited his sleepy brain. His eyes snapped open.
"Peach, you’re giving me a boner. Seriously." He groaned, covering his face.
"Aww, poor baby." You trailed a finger down his chest like you definitely weren’t thinking about how stupidly hot he looked. Or how his hard-on was currently pressing into your ass like it had a vendetta. You tugged at his nipple ring just to be a menace.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" he howled, yeeting you off him like a sack of sins.
"PEACH, I SWEAR TO GOD-"
You bolted for the door but he was faster,of course he was faster. He caught you mid-air like and hauled you back. You squealed , laughing.
"See? Now you’re awake!"
"Awake and homicidal," he snapped, but he wasn’t letting go. "I have one day off. ONE. I worked until 4AM. And you-" he tossed you on the bed again, now looming over you like the devil himself, "decide today is brat day? You’re gonna pay for that."
Your heart? Absolutely losing its damn mind. Sure, you’d kissed before. Once. Okay, twice. But that always ended in awkward silence and avoiding eye contact for a week. Since then,just glances. Touches. Maybe too many cuddles. Maybe a few too many neck kisses that weren’t quite pg13. A situationship in denial, with zero sex but way too much tension.
"Okay okay,but your mom made pancakes and I’m starving-" you whined, arms now traitorously wrapped around his neck.
"Nah, I’m craving something else for breakfast," he murmured, voice low enough to fry your spine. "It’s my birthday after all."
He bit your earlobe, then started sucking on your neck like he was trying to ruin your life on purpose. Your skin caught fire.
His eyes shifted,darker, hungry. They landed on your lips like a man looking at dessert and deciding to skip dinner.
"You can’t just use your birthday as an excuse for-"
You gasped when he pressed harder against you. Words? Gone. Brain? Gone. Dignity? Also gone.
"Oh, I absolutely can," he chuckled. "And you’re gonna let me."
He leaned in,lips hovering so close you could practically taste him-
"KIKI! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! AUNT VIVIAN CAME TO VISIT!"
Julia’s voice screeched from downstairs like a curse from the underworld. Aunt Vivian: certified bone killer.
Erik sighed like his soul had been ripped out. He stood up, defeated, but not before placing one very deliberate kiss on your collarbone.
"Come on, Peach. Let’s get you some pancakes before I decide dessert’s back on the menu."
You couldn’t even speak. Just lay there, blinking, wondering if anyone’s ever died from being too turned on at 9AM.
Spoiler: probably. And if not,you might be the first.
‚ "What are you guys up to today?"
Julia asked, barely looking up from her phone as she murdered a pancake with her .
"Nothing. I just want to sit in bed and slowly decay," Erik mumbled, slumped over his plate.
You didn’t even hesitate,you slapped him in the face with a pancake.
"We’re going to a concert, actually, fucker," you smirked, proud and dangerous.
"PEACH, LANGUAGE!"
Mrs. Campbell turned around, mom reflexes activated, and gave you a light, disciplinary slap to the back of the head.
"Sorry, Mrs. Campbell. But your son is a menace. He’s aging like a grumpy, dying dog." You sighed dramatically and shoved half a pancake into your mouth .
"He’s been like that his whole life, sweetie," she said, totally unfazed. "They pulled him out of me and the doctors said he hissed at them."
You and Julia lost it. Laughter exploded like a grenade across the table.
"That’s because they dared disturb my slumber," Erik deadpanned, giving you a withering glare.
You flipped him off.
He flipped you off right back, but with the enthusiasm of a sleep-deprived vampire.
"And what concert are you dragging me to this time? I swear, if it’s one of your girly-pop glitter fairy shit-"
"LANGUAGE, JESUS CHRIST!" Mrs. Campbell hollered again before vanishing into the garden to drink her coffee and reconsider motherhood.
"First of all, it was one girly-pop concert. And second,you had fun. I saw you busting moves."
"No, I didn’t," he grumbled, chewing aggressively on a mouthful of strawberries like they insulted his family.
You leaned in, smug. "We’re going to Bad Omens. Got the tickets last night."
That finally got his attention.
"...Fine," he grumbled, defeated-
But then his expression twisted. "Wait,what the fuck am I sitting on-?"
He jumped up, chair tipping, looking personally violated.
"OH MY GOD, PACO! I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!"
Bobby flew into the room like a panicked tornado, scooping up his turtle like it was his child after a custody battle.
"That little shit was poking me in the ass!" Erik looked done. Like, call the morgue done.
You didn’t miss a beat.
"Butt-fucked by a turtle... isn’t that in your porn history?"
Erik choked on his coffee. Hard. Julia was crying from laughter.
"I swear to God, I will strangle you in your sleep," he wheezed.
"Good luck today, Peach," Julia sighed. "This one’s a menace."
She made her exit, leaving you and Erik at the table,him still twitching, you still grinning like a criminal who got away with murder.
Later that night. The crowd buzzed with excitement. Everyone was hot. Sweaty. Loud. Just like your brain when Erik grabbed your hand to drag you toward the pit.
“Let’s get close,” he shouted over the noise.
You nodded, trying not to combust. His grip was strong, possessive. He didn’t let go until you were dead center, inches from the barricade. You felt his chest press to your back so you wouldn’t get crushed by the crowd, and your brain short-circuited.
The lights dimmed. Screams erupted. The band walked out.
Music hit like a thunderclap, and you were gone. Screaming, jumping, living your absolute best unholy life. Erik was right there with you, hand in yours during every beat drop, yelling lyrics in your ear, and maybe,just maybe,his hand slid down to your waist and stayed there.
You pretended not to notice.
He pretended not to care.
The tension pretended it wasn’t about to tear the sky in half.
You were drenched in sweat, voice gone, grinning like an idiot. You stumbled out into the night air, breathing like you’d just survived a spiritual awakening.
“That. Was. UNHOLY.” you gasped.
“I need a shower and five years of therapy,” Erik said, still buzzed on adrenaline.
“You loved it,” you nudged him.
“I tolerated it.”
"You screamed every lyric."
"I blacked out. That wasn't me."
You and Erik stood near the back alley for some air. You leaned against the brick wall, head tilted up to the night sky. He stood beside you, hands in his pockets.
“That was… kinda cool,” you whispered.
He looked at you. Really looked. The kind of look that stripped your soul and poked around your deepest secrets.
“Yeah,” he said, quieter now. “It was.”
The silence grew thick. Heavy.
Your heart stuttered when he reached out, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear like a walking cliché.
“Peach,” he murmured.
You turned your head just slightly,and there he was. Inches away. Lips parted. Breath unsteady. One second of courage away from changing everything.
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said, voice rough, raw.
You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just whispered, “Took you long enough.”
And then he kissed you like the world was ending, like he’d been holding back for years and finally let it all out in one feral, messy, perfect moment. Your back hit the wall. His hands hit your waist. Your brain hit the fuck it button and exploded.
You were still catching your breath, clinging to Erik like he was the only thing holding you up against the brick wall,because, let’s be honest, he was. His mouth was still on yours, hands on your hips, eyes dark with hunger.
Then-
BZZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZZ.
Your phone buzzed violently in your back pocket. You groaned into his lips and pulled back, forehead resting against his.
“…If that’s God calling to stop us again, I’m gonna throw hands,” Erik muttered.
You fished out your phone and stared at the screen.
“Ugh. It’s the Uber. It’s here.”
He sighed like he’d just been told his favorite band broke up. “Are you serious? I just got to the good part.”
You shoved your phone in his chest. “Welcome to the cinematic tragedy of our love life.”
He smirked. “We don’t have a love life.”
“Yet.”
You winked, turned, and strutted off like you didn’t just get devoured by your best friend behind a dumpster.
Back at the Campbells' house:
You walked through the door and the lights flipped on. People yelled. Confetti exploded. Someone blew a party horn with alarming aggression.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERIK!!”
Erik blinked like he’d walked into the wrong dimension. You were already cackling as he stood there stunned, glitter in his hair, absolute betrayal in his eyes.
"You traitor," he whispered to you.
You grinned. "Surprise, fucker."
His mom came over with a giant cake that said "Another Year Closer to Death <3" in pink frosting. It was decorated with mini skulls and what looked like... knives?
"She gets me," Erik said, actually smiling.
The party was wild. Julia DJed. Bobby tried to do a keg stand with juice boxes. Paco the turtle was not allowed out of his tank this time. There were questionable dance battles, blackmail-worthy pictures, and you may or may not have licked frosting off Erik’s cheek in front of ten people.
You caught him looking at you like he wanted to start the party all over again,just for the two of you.
After everyone left the house was quiet. Lights dimmed. You showered first,needed to scrub off the sweat, beer, and accidental body glitter some cousin of Erik's threw on you.
You walked into his room, towel-drying your hair, wearing one of his oversized black t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Comfy. Dangerous.
And there he was,sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair still damp, legs spread in a way that should be illegal.
You raised an eyebrow.
“What,” you said, smirking. “Waiting for your birthday lap dance now?”
He didn’t even blink.
“Depends. You offering?”
You paused. Just for a second.
Then you gave him that look,the one that had gotten you both in trouble at least four times already today.
“Depends,” you teased, walking toward him slow, every step heavy with tension. “You ready for your heart rate to spike again, grandpa?”
He grabbed your wrist and tugged you down into his lap with a force that said he was very much ready.
“Make me feel young again, Peach.”
You grinned.
“Careful what you wish for.”
And this time-
No mom.
No turtle.
No Uber.
No distractions.
Just you. Him.
You slid onto his lap, slow, teasing, like you knew exactly what you were doing,because you did.
Erik’s hands were already there, gripping your waist tight like his palms had memorized the shape of you in every fantasy he’d ever had.
He pulled you in closer, tighter, like he wanted to fuse you to him.
Your fingers found the back of his neck, your touch light but lethal.
“You’re going to ruin me, Peach,” he whispered, voice wrecked already.
You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw.
“That was the plan all along,” you whispered, and kissed his cheek so sweet it made his whole body shudder.
Then—your lips met his.
And it exploded.
Hot. Wet. Desperate.
Like you’d both been holding back for years and now? Fuck it.
You moaned into his mouth,just a little,and it shattered him.
“Fuck, Peach,” he groaned, breath ragged as he trailed kisses down your neck. But not soft ones. No,bites.
Messy, claiming bites that made you gasp and cling to him harder.
He sucked a mark into your skin like a madman. “You’re driving me insane.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, chest heaving.
“You sure about this?”
You grabbed his face with both hands, staring straight into those wild, storm-colored eyes.
“I’ve been craving this since the first time you kissed me, dumbass.”
That was all it took.
He growled, and flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, like the mattress had offended him.
“You’re such a brat sometimes,” he muttered, kissing down your throat, lips landing on your collarbone with reverence and danger all at once.
Then softer. “My brat.”
His hand slid under your shirt, palming your stomach, then higher,so slow it was torture.
You arched into him. “You talk a lot for someone who’s not inside me yet.”
He choked on a laugh. “You’re going to be so annoying when I make you come.”
“Then shut me up,” you dared, voice low, lips parted, skin begging.
“Oh, I plan to.”
He yanked off your shirt kissing your bare skin like he wanted to memorize it. He dragged his mouth down to your chest, sucking marks into the soft skin like he was branding you.
Your fingers tangled in his hair.
“Don’t tease-”
“Not teasing,” he said, sliding your shorts down with one hand, “just appreciating.”
Then he was there, fingers slipping through your wetness like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Jesus, Peach,” he whispered, voice cracked. “You’re so fucking wet. For me?That ‘s what I call a birthday gift”
“Always for you,” you gasped, legs already shaking as he rubbed slow, perfect circles around your clit. "Fuck,you always knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?"
He smirked against your skin. “Maybe. Maybe I just liked watching you squirm.”
You grabbed his jaw, pulled him up, and bit his bottom lip. “Your turn.”
He didn’t even answer,just lined himself up and pushed in, inch by inch, like he had all the time in the world to destroy you.
Your back arched. Your moan was filthy.
“Oh my god-”
He stilled inside you, jaw clenched.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s mine now.”
Then he moved.
Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate.
Every stroke like a promise, every snap of his hips a confession.
You met him thrust for thrust, moaning, laughing, gasping,your hand slapping the headboard at one point like it was personally responsible.
“I’m gonna make you scream, Peach.”
“Already did,” you gasped. “Want a replay?”
He smirked. Then pulled out, flipped you over, and pulled you up onto your knees, gripping your hips like handlebars.
“Oh, you’re gonna replay it. Loud as hell.”
And when he slammed into you again, skin on skin, every sound between you echoing through the room,you did.
And then some.
You collapsed face-first into the mattress, hair a disaster, body twitching like you’d just been exorcised. Erik dropped next to you, panting like he’d just escaped prison, one arm lazily thrown across your ass like he was claiming it.
No one spoke.
Mostly because your souls had left your bodies.
Finally, you groaned into the sheets. “...I think I saw my past lives.”
Erik let out a raspy laugh. “One of them definitely owed me money. I think I just fucked the debt out of him.”
You wheezed. Your legs were jelly. Your spine was dust. Your thighs were screaming at you in six different languages.
“Jesus Christ, Erik. What the hell was that? You’ve been holding out on me.”
“I blacked out halfway through,” he muttered. “I woke up mid-thrust like, ‘am I... ascending?’”
You lifted your head an inch. “You bit my shoulder.”
He rolled to look at you. “You told me to shut you up.”
“Not with your teeth, maniac.”
He smirked. “Could’ve fooled me. You were moaning like I was giving you eternal salvation.”
You reached over, smacked his chest. “You were jackhammering my soul into the stratosphere. Of course I was moaning.”
He caught your wrist and kissed it, then kissed your knuckles, and licked your palm.
“Stop it!” you squealed, yanking your hand back. “You’re still in horny mode, I can see it in your eyes.”
He grinned like the devil himself. “Nah. That was round one. This is just cooldown.”
“I need water. And possibly medical attention.”
“You need to ride me again in ten minutes.”
You stared at him. “You’re unwell. You need Jesus and a therapist. And maybe a cold shower.”
He rolled onto his side, chest to your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder,right where the bite mark was.
“You need to admit you liked that.”
You glared over your shoulder. “I’ll admit it if my legs start working again before sunrise.”
His hand slid down your thigh, slowly.
“Test it,” he whispered.
Your whole body shivered.
You turned to face him, half-laughing, half-horny. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Peach,” he said, dragging a finger across your hip, “if I wanted to kill you, I’d be nice about it. I’d cuddle you to death. This is just... birthday cardio.”
You snorted. “Do I at least get cake after this?"
He grinned. “You’ll get creamed, if that counts.”
You smacked him with a pillow.
He kissed the top of your head. Soft. Familiar. Dangerous.
Silence settled in for a moment,comfortable, intimate. Too intimate.
That’s when it hit.
Oh no.
You were cuddling.
Post-sex cuddling.
With your best friend.
Who just rearranged your insides.
And called you “my brat” like it was a love language.
Your heart did something stupid.
You glanced up at him. He was already staring at you. Not smirking. Not joking. Just… looking. Quiet. Intense.
You blinked. “What?”
“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was too soft, too real.
That silence returned,and this time, it was screaming.
You panicked. Naturally.
“So…” you said, shifting on top of him, trying to diffuse the tension. “Think I’ve got another lap dance in me?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You trying to break me?”
“I’m trying to make sure we don’t accidentally fall in love and start naming our future children, actually.”
He stared at you for a second, lips twitching,then laughed. Hard.
“God, you’re such a disaster,” he said, flipping you over effortlessly. “You think a little post-sex existential crisis is gonna scare me?”
“I don’t know, do feelings give you hives?” you teased, even as your legs wrapped around him again.
“Only when I’m sober,” he muttered, kissing your neck again. “Good thing I’m high as fuck on you.”
You groaned. “That was awful. Say it again.”
He laughed against your skin, voice rough with desire. “Say please.”
“Please,” you whispered, grinding up into him again. “Ruin me, birthday boy.”
And just like that round two began.
Just outside the door, Julia walked past,then paused.
She stared at the closed door, heard the suspicious creaking of a bed frame, and Erik whispering something about “just get back on top for a sec.”
She turned around and walked away like she’d seen something unholy.
summary — Halloween season approaches and the drive-in has a showing of The Shining, they also happen to have a special visitor.
warnings - some strong language
a/n — the long awaited second chapter (it’s been two days lol) has finally arrived, I was so suprised by the positive feedback from the first chapter and I’m so glad you guys have enjoyed the fic so far!
please don’t be afraid to leave suggestions for future chapters and works!!
Previous chapter… chapter one
Surprise!
The late afternoon sun washed the dry field in a dusty gold, its heat softened by a breeze that stirred the grass and lifted the smell of buttered popcorn through the air. Cars crept across the gravel lot, their radios crackling with static as people tuned into tonight’s screening—The Shining.
You made your way toward the projector booth, balancing a reel under your arm, when—
“RAAHH!”
You yelped, almost dropping the reel, arms flailing like you were trying to fight off a ghost. Two hands landed on your shoulders, steadying you.
“Hey—hey, it’s just me! It’s Bobby,” he said, laughing, though his voice had a nervous softness to it. “Relax.”
Your heart thudded in your chest as your eyes snapped open. “Jesus! That’s not funny.”
Bobby held up his hands in surrender, grinning. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. You having to be in here all alone, setting up a scary movie.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.” you laughed, brushing past him with an exaggerated scowl that didn’t hide your smile.
“Oh Come on,” he teased. “Wait—don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.”
“I haven’t,” you confessed.
He stopped in his tracks. “What?! You work here, and you’ve never seen The Shining?”
“I don’t know. I was gonna wait for the right moment or something.”
“This is the right moment, spooky season approaches,” he said, falling in step beside you. “Spooky season? What’re you thirty?”
He scoffs as you head back into the lobby. He’d only been working here a few weeks, but he was getting the hang of things. Still mixed up soda sizes sometimes, but you weren’t exactly keeping score.
Back at the front, things were winding down for the evening rush. You checked the stock and frowned—no concession cups.
Bobby grinned, boyish and crooked.
Behind the counter, you noticed the stack of concession cups had run dry. “Hey Bobby, could you grab more cups from the back? And don’t forget to kick in the doorstop—it locks from the outside.”
“Sure thing,” he said with a mock salute, disappearing down the hallway.
As you wiped the counter, two girls strolled up—one short with long locs tied back in a silk scarf, the other a taller blonde with arms crossed, she looked like she ran a Lululemon bootcamp. They looked like they’d just come from hot yoga and a well-curated brunch.
“Hey!” the blonde said brightly. “Can we get a large popcorn and two drinks?”
“Ooh—babe, we should get M&M’s to mix in,” the girl said, nudging her partner.
“Ugh, I love the way you think.”
You rang them up with a polite smile, reaching for the candy. You notice the blonde eyeing your name tag and gives a knowing look to the girl beside her.
Bobby rounded the corner with a stack of cups in his arms, shoulders tensed in concentration. The moment he caught sight of the blonde, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
“Julia, what are you doing here?” he hissed. “Hi, Jade—I thought I told you not to come to my work.”
“Surprise!” She chirped
“Leave. Now.” He seethed
“What, we’re not allowed to support our local drive-in now?”
Jade grinned, smug written all over her face.
Your eyes flicked between them as Bobby flushed a deep red.
“I don’t see the problem here? We just came for snacks and horror… and to scope out the famous coworker you won’t shut up about,” Julia added, voice lilting with wicked amusement.
Bobby looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.
“Shut up!” He warned with a hiss.
“We’ve heard all about you,” Jade said sweetly, completely ignoring bobby’s clear discomfort as you slide over their popcorn and began filling their drinks. ”he talks about you. A lot.” Julia adds.
You froze slightly, glancing at Bobby. He quickly busied himself dropping the cups on the counter like it was urgent. “No you haven’t, because I don’t!” he mumbled.
“Oh my god, relax,” Julia rolled her eyes. “It’s cute. We think it’s cute.”
You tried to say something—anything—but your brain short-circuited, and you sort of just awkwardly handed them their drinks.
“Okay,” Bobby cut in, waving his arms like he could shoo them away. “You got your snacks. Time to go.”
“Fine, fine,” Julia sighed dramatically, handing over a bill. “But we’ll be back, Jade always has to pee in the middle of movies.”
“I have a sensitive bladder!” Jade laughed.
“I hear bushes are great this time of year.” Bobby mumbled under his breath.
“Enjoy your shift!” Julia called as they walked away, Bobby groaned so hard you thought he might combust.
You carefully glanced towards him, “she seems…nice.” you offer politely.
“she was just joking, I don’t- don’t listen to her.” His face was flushed, he tugged at the collar of his shirt in attempts to mask his visible embarrassment.
it sounded almost like a plea, like he was trying to convince himself that what he was saying was true.
The rest of the shift went by pretty fast. By the time the sun had dipped behind the trees, you were starting to close up—sweeping popcorn kernels, restocking the candy shelf, organizing the register.
the hum of the ice machine and the fading audio of the movie blended into white noise. You were counting down the minutes till close. Bobby had stopped pretending to help at least thirty minutes ago.
He was lounging on the counter, legs dangling off the side, chewing the end of a red vine like it was a pen. His name tag was flipped upside down and smudged with butter.
“You know, we should get, like… uniforms, like proper uniforms" he said, mouth full. “Something real classy. Maroon vests. Little bowties.”
“Pass.”
You didn’t look up from restocking the popcorn buckets. “I barely want to wear this apron.”
He grinned and leaned back, arms bracing behind him. “Bet I’d look good in maroon.”
“You’d sweat through maroon.” He scoffed “Oh whatever.”
You finished stacking the buckets. When you turned around, he was already watching you — not in a weird way, just… like he was thinking about saying something and wasn’t sure if he should.
Finally: “Hey. You, uh… wanna catch the rest of the movie? Out in the lot?” You blinked. “uh I dunno…”
“Come on,” he said. “You have to watch this movie!”
“Fine,” you sighed, Bobby pumped his fist with a quiet “yes!”
Outside, a steady buzz hummed throughout the lot, people watching from lawn chairs and beat-up car hoods. The screen glowed across the field like a giant flashlight in the dark, casting pale shadows across the grass.
The company truck creaked when you both slid in — you on the driver’s side, Bobby climbing in through the passenger door with the grace of a newborn deer. He cracked the windows halfway, and leaned back with a sigh like he’d earned this.
“Luxury,” he mumbled. “Pure luxury.”
You pulled your legs up, resting your chin on your knee.
You reached into the glove box and pulled out two half-melted mints. Bobby took one and popped it in with a crunch.
Then, after a long beat:
“Ever wonder what it’d be like to be one of those couples? The ones who always park in the back row?”
You glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at you — eyes forward, face a little pink in the dim light.
He shifted next to you, hands clasped in his lap.
The movie flickered. Jack’s face on screen. The rising score creaked like a haunted floorboard.
Then—SLAM. A loud noise burst from the speakers as a door in the film was thrown open.
You flinched.
Bobby’s hand darted out on instinct, catching your forearm.
You both froze.
Your arm under his hand, his thumb brushing once—absent-minded, almost apologetic. Then he pulled back quickly, pretending to focus on the screen.
“…Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s okay,” you whispered.
You didn’t move away. And neither did he.
“I don’t understand, is he possessed or just crazy?” You whisper as the scene unfolds
“Uhm, like a bit of both? Think of like ghost ship, it’s like that.”
“What the fuck is ghost ship?” You wrinkle your nose at the stupid title, as if even saying it aloud tasted funny.
“Oh Jesus.” Bobby curses, almost offended by your lack of movie knowledge.
The screen slowly dimmed into static.
The last of the credits faded out, and a few cars flickered their headlights on in the lot, one engine coughing to life. Crickets hummed in the distance. A breeze picked up, rustling the grass. You hadn’t realized how still you’d gone until Bobby shifted beside you, his arm brushing yours again.
“Okay,” he whispered, stretching with a low groan.
You smiled, ducking your head a little, then glanced up at him.
He was still looking at you.
The space between you didn’t feel so wide anymore.
“…Thanks for watching this with me,” you said, voice soft. “It was nice.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, gaze lingering on your face. “It was.”
You didn’t know what possessed you then—maybe the night, or the movie, or just Bobby—but you didn’t look away.
Neither did he.
You could feel the quiet question building between you, crackling under the surface.
Are you gonna—
Bobby’s phone buzzed.
He winced, pulling it from his pocket. The screen lit up with a name you didn’t need to ask about.
Julia 🦴
Don’t think we didn’t see you try to pull the arm yawn trick then immediately chicken out, just go for it you pussy.
He groaned under his breath, face lighting up red.
You tilted your head. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just… my sister.” You leaned in slightly. “What she say?”
He blinked then grumbled something unintelligible.
you manage to peak the text, but only for a second before he pockets the phone again.
You shrugged. “I think she means well.”
He laughed again, and this time it was softer. More real.
“I swear I asked her not to come here,” he said. “She and Jade just… like to mess with me.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re easy to crack.”
“I am not.” You tilted your head knowingly. He smiled, biting his lip. There’s a pause.
“Hey… um…”
You turned toward him again. The air was still. Warm. Charged.
“If I, like… asked you to hang out sometime—outside of work—would that be weird?”
You blinked, caught off guard by how gentle his voice had gotten. “You’re asking if it’d be weird to hang out with a coworker?”
“I’m asking if it’d be weird,” he said, eyes meeting yours, “to hang out with a coworker who maybe kinda likes you.”
You didn’t speak right away. You didn’t need to. Your small smile said enough.
“…You’re cute when you’re nervous,” you said.
Bobby laughed—more of a surprised huff—and shook his head. “So is that a yes?”
“…Okay.” you bit your cheek. you saw a smile spread across his face, a genuine smile.
“So…you talk about me at home?”
He groaned at your teasing “please no.”
You giggled at the creeping flush that returned once again. You stood slowly, Bobby followed suit, still grinning, still watching you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
And as the two of you wandered back toward the building under the soft electric glow of the string lights overhead, you didn’t walk far apart anymore.
You walked just close enough.
Hope you liked this chapter, the next few are gonna be really fun, and perhaps some spice and angst 🙂↔️
Story:A year of almosts. One lie. One kiss. One night where heartbreak spills over and nothing is left unsaid.
18+ angst,smut,kinda fluff ?!🫣
“Remind me again why you two are still fighting?”
Julia didn’t even glance up from her magazine. Just flipped a page like your slow emotional disintegration wasn’t unraveling right next to her.
You sank into the couch.
“Because he’s a fucking asshole.”
The second the words left your mouth, regret hit you in the face.
“Ah, shit. Sorry, love.” You rubbed your temples. “Forgot for a second he’s your brother.”
Julia shrugged without missing a beat.
“Don’t apologize, babe. I love him, but I also know he’s emotionally constipated and has the communication skills of a broken toaster. He growled at my boyfriend last week.”
You tried to laugh. It got stuck somewhere between your teeth and your guilt.
You hated this.
You hated the radio silence. You hated the tension.
You hated Erik for kissing someone else like he didn’t spend the last year calling you Peach like it meant something.
But most of all? You hated that you still missed him.
“So?” Julia raised an eyebrow. “What did my disaster of a brother do now? Give me a reason to slap the shit out of him.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I waited for him at the pub. For two hours. No text. No call. Nothing. I thought maybe he’d gotten mugged or died or choked on a goddamn vape cloud.”
Julia winced.
“And?”
You clenched your jaw, forcing the words out like they were shards of glass.
“I went to the studio. To check on him. And there he was making out with Jessica.”
Silence.
Julia blinked once. Twice.
Then:
“NO. FUCKING. WAY.”
She sat up so fast her magazine flew to the floor. “THAT MOTHERFUCKER”
She looked around like she was ready to summon Satan .
You shook your head.
“I’m not even mad that he forgot about me.”
(Lie. Massive lie.)
“I just… after everything that happened with Jessica last year? The crying, the spiraling, the ‘I don’t even know who I am without her’ bullshit?”
A memory hit you like a punch to the ribs,Erik drunk, sobbing into your lap while you held him like maybe if you were soft enough, you could put him back together. The way his lips crashed into yours that night. The way he never mentioned it again.
“You’re still in love with him,” Julia said softly, like she wasn’t kicking the already shattered glass of your heart around.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.
She exhaled.
“Have you even talked to him since?”
“It was a screaming match,” you muttered. “And then nothing. I’ve been avoiding him.”
“I miss him, Jules.”
You said it like a confession. Like a sin.
She wrapped her arms around you, tight.
“You wanna go shopping? Sephora's got sales and I'm emotionally prepared to blow my paycheck on lip gloss.”
You gave her a weak smile.
“Thanks. But I think I’m just gonna go home and cry into my blanket .’’
You kissed her cheek and headed for the door.
Your phone buzzed as you stepped outside.
Erik:
“Peach. Please. Talk to me.”
You stared at the screen like it might burn a hole through your palm. Typed. Deleted. Typed again.
Nothing.
Buzz.
Erik:
“Please, Peach. Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”
Your heart felt like a fist.
You finally texted back:
“Busy.”
Then you threw on your headphones and drowned yourself in MCR like it was 2008 and everything still hurt but at least the eyeliner was good.
The Ghost of You played on repeat, and you welcomed the spiral like an old friend.
Why do I ruin everything?
Why wasn’t I enough?
He kissed you once. That meant nothing.
You thought it meant something because you’re desperate.
You’re a placeholder. A maybe. A convenience.
You’re never the choice.
Your chest felt like it was full of shattered glass.
You didn’t cry. Couldn’t. You just lay there on your couch,body stiff, mascara dried, your brain looping the same memory over and over like a cruel home movie:
His hands. Her mouth. That laugh. That kiss.
And then the knock.
Not gentle.
Not curious.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
You didn’t move.
But your body knew.
Only one person knocked like that.
Like he was ready to fight for his life,or rip yours apart.
“Peach. Open the door.”
You didn’t answer.
He opened it anyway.
He stormed in like a fucking hurricane.
Rain still dripping from his hair, jaw locked, chest heaving like he’d just run through hell.
Erik.
Wrecked. Wild-eyed. So goddamn beautiful you hated him for it.
“You’re not doing this.” His voice was sharp, breathless.
“Not again.”
You stayed under the blanket. Silent. Fragile.
He ripped it off like it insulted him.
“I’m not letting you disappear into your own fucking head again.”
You sat up slowly. Black mascara smeared under your eyes. Your fists clenched so hard your nails dug into your skin.
“What the fuck do you want, Erik?”
Your voice was cracked. Tired. Dangerous.
He moved toward you. And for a second, you thought he might back off.
He didn’t.
“I want you to scream at me. Hit me. Fucking do something. Just don’t sit there like I never mattered to you.”
You stood up, legs trembling but rage giving them fuel.
“I think we screamed enough, don’t you?” You turned away.
Headed for the kitchen like that would stop him.
“I’m done.”
Your voice cracked on that last word.
He didn’t move. Just watched you with bloodshot eyes, leaning against the counter like he was seconds from collapsing.
“I said I was sorry. I’ve said it, like, thousand fucking times. I can’t read your mind, Peach”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”
You spun, shoving your palm against his chest.
Too close. Too hot. Too fucking much.
He grabbed your wrist.
His grip was firm, shaking.
“And why the fuck shouldn’t I? Why are you acting like a brat.”
He dragged your gaze back to his, voice low and mean and wrecked.
“You want me to stop calling you that? Fine. But don’t pretend you don’t still want me to say it like you’re mine.”
You couldn’t breathe.
Your body gave up before your mouth did,knees slamming into the kitchen floor like your grief finally dragged you down. You folded in on yourself.
And Erik followed.
Dropped beside you. Wrapped his arms around your shaking frame and pulled you into his lap like he needed you there to breathe.
Two broken people, tangled on a cold kitchen floor, ruining each other softly.
“Why would I stop calling you Peach,” he whispered against your hair, “when you’re the only good fucking thing in my life? The only thing I can’t stop thinking about. The only one who makes me feel like I’m not completely fucking lost.”
You looked up at him. Eyes raw.
“I love you.”
It fell from your lips like a wound.
“And it’s tearing me apart.”
You buried your face into his chest as your voice broke open.
“When I saw you with her, I shattered. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. How am I supposed to just be your friend when all I want is to hold you until everything stops hurting?”
You tried to pull away.
“You’ll be better off without me. You and Jessica.”
“Don’t say her fucking name,” he growled, pulling you tighter, refusing to let you go.
“That’s it? You say your pretty little heartbreak speech and run again?”
You froze.
His voice wasn’t soft anymore. It was breaking.
“I can’t do this, Erik,if you wanna stop being friends, then fine. I’ll figure it out. Just don’t keep showing up like you love me and leaving like you don’t.”
He grabbed your hand and slammed it against his chest.
His heartbeat was brutal beneath your palm.
“You feel that?” he rasped.
“You fucking own this. Every beat. Every goddamn day, I wake up thinking, Is she okay? Should I call her? And then I don’t, because I think you hate me. Because I think I ruin everything I touch.”
“Erik, I didn’t mean-”
“And then you say you love me?”
He laughed bitterly.
“You say that like it’s supposed to fix me.”
That one hit you like a slap.
You shifted in his lap, trying to crawl away,hide, run, vanish.
His arms locked around you.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done.”
His voice was rough, wrecked, devastating.
“You think I didn’t try to stay away? You think I didn’t try to protect you from me? Because I did. Every day. I kept thinking,how could I hold something this good? How could I be trusted with her when I can’t even trust myself?”
“Erik, stop-”
Your voice broke, hands on his face, desperate to shut him up before he shattered for real.
You moaned into his mouth, clawed at his shoulders, kissed him like it was the last thing you’d ever get from him. He pulled you tighter, mouth hot and furious against yours, hands gripping your thighs like if he let go, he’d die.
You dragged your nails down his neck. He groaned against your lips.
This was war. This was grief. This was everything you’d swallowed, everything you didn’t say when you should’ve screamed.
His hand slipped under your shirt, rough palm on your waist, and it made you gasp.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he whispered into your mouth.
“But I can’t let you go. Not again.”
Your tears burned as you kissed him back, frantic, furious.
You shook your head.
“I don’t know how to do this.Us.”
“Neither do I.”
And then he kissed you again.
It was still happening in every breath, every drag of teeth, every desperate, bruising kiss that said I hate that I love you louder than words ever could.
Erik groaned into your mouth like the taste of you physically wrecked him. His hands were everywhere,sliding under your shirt, gripping your waist hard like he was daring you to vanish again.He was dragging you down harder into his lap.
You gasped, fingers fisting the collar of his soaked shirt, yanking it like it offended you just by existing.
He pulled away for a split second, panting,forehead pressed to yours, eyes dark and hungry and devastated.
“You ruin me,” he breathed.
Then he kissed you again before you could say anything back.
This time it was harder. Hotter. His mouth crashed into yours, tongue sliding past your lips with no hesitation, like he owned you,like he always had. Your thighs tightened around his hips as his hands roamed, palms rough, movements frantic like he was trying to memorize you all over again.
You whimpered into his mouth, and he growled,a low, guttural sound deep in his chest, possessive and way too full of want.
“Say it again,” he murmured, voice rough against your mouth.
You blinked, lips kiss,swollen and trembling.
“Say what?”
“That you love me.”
He said it like a dare.
Like a threat.
His mouth was on your neck before you could respond, biting, sucking, marking. You gasped, hips arching into him on instinct.
“Say it, Peach.” His voice dragged across your skin, hands under your shirt now, one dragging up your spine, the other gripping your thigh so hard it bordered on pain.
“Say it while I still remember how to stop.”
“I love you,” you whispered, wrecked and breathless, like you were admitting a crime.
“Erik, I love you.”
His mouth was back on yours before you finished the sentence, swallowing it like he needed it to live. Your hands tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper.
Tongue against tongue.Heavy breathing. Moans caught between kisses .
The taste of him was still familiar,mint, cigarettes, and rain. But this wasn’t slow. This wasn’t tender.
It was needy. Desperate. Too late and not enough at the same time.
You rocked against him, friction building, your bodies locked in this furious rhythm of take and give and please just don't stop.
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
Eyes wild. Lips wet and red. His jaw clenched.
“I swear to god, you ever try to walk away again”
His voice broke.
You grabbed his face, kissed him again,hard. Messy. Tongue slipping into his mouth with a moan you couldn’t hold back.
“Then don’t let me.”
You were begging now. You didn’t care.
“Hold me here. Keep me. Please.”
His grip tightened.
“I’ll fucking ruin you.”
“You already did.”
And he kissed you again.
Like this was war, and you were both willing casualties.
Your clothes were a blur.
Fingers hooked under your shirt, Erik yanked it over your head. His mouth didn’t stop,pressing hot, open kisses along your jaw, your throat, your shoulder. Every touch was like a firestarter, like he was trying to burn you in with his lips.
You gasped, body arching into him, legs tightening around his hips.
“Fuck,Erik-”
He growled low in your throat, pulling you tighter against him until there was no space left. His shirt was next, soaked and clinging, and you tore it off ,you couldn’t stand the barrier.
Muscle. Ink. That little scar near his ribs you used to trace when he let you stay the night.
You pressed your mouth to it. Bit it.
He hissed through his teeth, grip bruising your hips.
“You’re gonna drive me insane.”
“You already did,” you whispered.
And then his mouth was on your chest, teeth scraping, tongue swirling over your nipple, hands dragging up your thighs and under the waistband of your shorts ,he had every right to be there.
You moaned, breathy, needy,and he swallowed the sound with another kiss, deeper this time, sloppier, your spit mixing, his hand slipping between your legs like it belonged there.
“So fucking wet,” he growled against your mouth.
“You’ve been like this for me the whole time?”
You nodded, biting your lip, forehead pressed to his.
“Don’t tease me, Erik. Not tonight.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
And he wasn’t.
He shoved your shorts down, fingers curling into your panties and dragging them aside, the pads of his fingers brushing through your slick, teasing your entrance,slow, deliberate.
“You still want me to stop?” he asked, voice so low it vibrated in your ribs.
You looked him dead in the eye.
“Touch me or I’ll fucking scream.”
He kissed you again,fast, messy,then slid two fingers inside you, curling just right, dragging a cry straight out of your throat.
Your nails dug into his shoulder. His mouth was back on yours before you could say his name again, moaning into the kiss as your hips rolled into his hand.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just like that, Peach. Take what you own.”
You were panting now, body grinding against him, aching and so close already it was humiliating.
He pulled back, eyes wild.
“I wanna fuck you so bad it physically hurts.”
“Then do it,” you breathed. “Wreck me, Erik. I don’t care. Just,don’t leave again.”
His eyes went dark.
He lifted you,effortless,and laid you flat on the kitchen floor, pulling his jeans down with one hand, never breaking eye contact. His cock was hard, flushed, leaking at the tip,and your body clenched at just the sight.
He lined himself up and paused.
“Last chance.”
“Do it.”
And then he was inside you.
One brutal, delicious thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out,back arching, nails scraping his skin. He groaned like he’d been punched.
“Fuck,so tight,God, you feel like heaven Sweets .”
He started to move.
Slow at first, dragging every inch of himself out before snapping back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the kitchen tiles.
Then faster.
Rougher.
His hips smacked into yours as you held on like he might disappear again if you didn’t anchor him to you.
His hand found your throat,gentle, but possessive. His forehead rested against yours.
“Yours” he whispered.
“Mine’’
He kissed you then. Deep. Starving. Full of every word he couldn’t say.
You clenched around him, crying out again, hips stuttering.
“You gonna come for me, Peach?”
You nodded, tears mixing with sweat and spit and breath.
“Do it,” he growled. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you lose it.”
And you did.
With a broken cry, your body shook, walls pulsing around him, dragging him over the edge seconds later. He cursed, thrusting hard once, twice, then spilling inside you with a sound that wasn’t just a moan,it was a fucking confession.
He collapsed over you, chest to chest, heart to heart. Breathing like he’d just survived something catastrophic.
Because maybe he had.
Because maybe this was the beginning or the end or both.
And still,neither of you moved.
Because for once, it didn’t feel like someone was leaving.
Story:One filthy dream about Erik,now he wants the full confession.
18+(i need a cold shower after this one)
“Why are you avoiding me, Peach?”
Erik trailed after you into the kitchen like a golden retriever in heat. Your face was still flushed from the moment you saw him today in the Campbell’s hallway .
“No,nope. Fuck off.”
You dodged around the counter like a raccoon caught stealing snacks, desperately trying to not think about the vivid, X-rated dream you’d had about him last night,the one that still had your panties uncomfortably damp and your thighs pressed together .
“You’re not even looking at me.” He chased after you, grinning like he knew. Like he always knew.
“And your face is red as hell. Come on, Sweets,don’t be like that. You know I like my prey hard to catch.”
You nearly tripped over your own feet at the word prey.
“I’m not avoiding you,” you shot back, glaring dramatically at the ceiling like you were waiting for God to strike you down with lightning before you died of secondhand shame.
“You two are doing something again,” Julia walked in, sipping a Slurpee like she wasn’t stepping straight into a scene from a smut novel. “If you fuck in the laundry room again, I’m calling the fire department. On your asses. I’m serious.”
“JULES,don’t say it out loud! Jesus Christ!”
You sank into the carpet like it might swallow you whole, mentally constructing your escape route through the fridge and out the window.
“You two are the reason Bobby avoids the washing machine now. He literally has appliance PTSD.”
Julia giggled, entirely too pleased with herself.
“No, I,what the hell.” Bobby entered mid-sentence, blinked at the group, and instantly regretted it.
“Consider it a free sneak peek at our next sex tape. A little preview,” Erik said with his trademark devil-smirk, leaning against the counter with arms crossed and zero shame.
“GROSS, ERIK!”
Julia bolted from the room, already trying to bleach the mental image of her best friend riding her brother in spin cycle position.
“Next one? You guys already have one?! I’m calling my therapist.”
Bobby dropped his soda and power-walked out of the kitchen like his life depended on it.
Now it was just you and Erik.
And that fucking smirk.
Your blood boiled.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“Kinky,” he said, just as you lunged.
But he didn’t even flinch. He just caught you midair,hands locking around your waist like he did this every Tuesday,and pulled you in tight, your legs wrapped around him, your heart slamming through your chest like a warning siren.
And just like that, you melted.
“Easy, tiger,” he chuckled, nose brushing yours as he kissed it.
Goddamn him.
“You are such a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah,” he smirked, “but I’m your pain in the ass.” He winked.
Your eyes rolled so hard they nearly got stuck.
“Now…” He tilted his head, suddenly all slow, sexy danger. “Tell me why you were avoiding me.”
Your eyes widened. Shit. Abort mission.
“Oh hey, look—it’s Paco on the cupboard!”
“Jesus again??” He turned instinctively to check for Bobbys pet turtle, and you bolted. Straight up the stairs, laughter and shame and very bad ideas trailing behind you like smoke.
He stared after you.
“Okay, Peach…”
His voice dropped, low and lethal with promise.
“You wanna play? Then let’s play.”
Upstairs -The Hunt
He walked up the stairs slow. On purpose.
Whistling like a killer in a horror movie.
He knew exactly where you’d go.
You always picked his room.
Always hid under his bed like you didn’t want to be caught.
That only made his cock harder.
“You know, Peach,” he called as he stepped into the room, “I wasn’t really in the mood for cardio today…”
He yanked the curtains open dramatically,just for effect.
Then the closet door.
Nothing.
Until he saw it. A small, failed attempt to shove yourself between his shoes and old guitar case.
He grabbed your waist and dragged you out like it was nothing, spinning and throwing you onto his bed. You squealed. He pinned you down instantly,his hips pressing into yours, arms caging you, one hand gripping your wrists above your head.
You were panting.
He was smirking.
“Now,” he growled, lips inches from yours, “would you stop being a brat and tell me what’s got you running?”
His hips shifted,just enough to press his hard cock right into your already soaked panties.
You gasped.
“Make me.”
Your eyes were darker now,full of lust, challenge, and something else that made his breath stutter.
He stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he was dealing with.
You wanted to be caught.
And fuck, he was going to ruin you for it.
“You sure about that?” Erik’s voice was low, rasping over your skin like smoke and static.
“Because when I make you beg, I’m not stopping until you scream it.”
You squirmed, but he had you ,hips caging you in, thigh pressed right between your legs.
He rocked into you again.
Hard.
The pressure against your core made your head fall back with a moan.
“Fuck, Erik”
“That’s not begging yet.”
He leaned down and dragged his mouth across your neck, tongue hot, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt. You felt his smirk against your throat before he bit, and your whole body arched off the bed.
“So fucking needy,” he murmured, hand sliding down from your wrists to your throat, fingers wrapping loosely,not choking, just owning.
You gasped.
He watched you unravel under him with the kind of hunger that should’ve been illegal. His hips rolled again,slower now, a deep grind that made the ache between your thighs pulse.
“So wet already,” he said, dragging two fingers down your stomach and under your waistband. He pushed your panties aside and dipped in, groaning.
“You’ve been dripping for me since this morning, haven’t you?”
You didn’t answer.
He slapped your thigh,light, sharp.
“Use your words Sweets.”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes,fuck, I’ve been thinking about you since last night,Erik, please-”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.Good girl”
In one fluid motion, he yanked your shorts and panties down your legs, tossed them across the room, and pulled his shirt off. You barely had time to look at him before his mouth was on your tits,sucking, biting, tongue flicking over your nipples until your thighs started shaking.
“I should make you come just like this,” he said, voice muffled against your chest.
“Grind that pretty little cunt on my thigh until you’re crying for my cock.”
You whimpered, grabbing at his hair, and that only made him harder.
He pulled away just long enough to shove his sweats down,no boxers, not a fucking chance,and his cock slapped against his stomach, thick ,pierced and aching.
You bit your lip hard.
“See something you like?”
“Baby I ve been dreaming of this.”you smirked
“Oh, you’ll have it.”
He grinned wickedly.
“But not before I tease the sanity out of you.”
He grabbed your legs, spread them open wide, and lowered himself,his cock dragging along your soaked slit, rubbing slow against your clit without pushing in.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re soaked, Peach. Slippery as hell. One thrust and I’d slide right in, but…”
He rolled his hips. Just the tip pressing, then pulling away.
“You don’t get it that easy.”
“What? No,please, Erik. I’m too horny for games,” you whimpered, already breathless.
His grin was dark, dangerous, maddening.
“Oh, now you’re impatient? Imagine how I felt watching that ass of yours bounce when you walked into the kitchen.”
You blushed so hard it burned. His voice was pure sin,low, taunting, full of promise.
“Brats like you, Peach,” he murmured as he lowered his head to bite your collarbone, “have to earn their fucks.”
Before you could sass him back, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his lap like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched. You loved being on top,seeing him needy, hearing him moan your name,but tonight felt different.
Tonight, you were the prey.
“Come on, Peach. Earn it.”
His voice dripped control, daring you to take it,if you could.
Your heart pounded. He wasn’t guiding you like he usually did. This was you, raw and exposed, riding him like you were learning how for the first time.
And fuck, he looked so good under you,sprawled out, cocky grin, muscles flexed, dark eyes fixed on you like he was going to devour you the second you slowed down.
You swallowed hard, lined him up, and let his tip slide against your slick folds.
Then,you sank down.
“Fuck-”
The stretch made your body light up, made your walls pulse around him as you gasped into his shoulder.
But right as you tried to ease down slowly, he grabbed your hips and slammed you onto him, bottoming out with one rough thrust.
You moaned,loud,and he swallowed the sound with a bruising kiss, tongue battling yours, biting your lip until it stung.
“I’m getting a little impatient here, Peach.”
He smirked, absolutely wicked.
“You better ride me like you mean it.”
So you moved,hips rolling, thighs shaking as you rode him hard and messy, the piercing in his cock dragging against your walls with every bounce. You saw stars. He never looked away, his eyes glued to your tits as they bounced, hands roaming,grabbing, groping, biting your breast until you cried out again.
You were close. Too close.
And just when you were about to fall apart,he stopped you.
He slammed you down, holding you flush to him, his cock buried deep.
“What-Erik,I was about to-”
“Who gave you permission to cum, baby?”
His voice was like silk-wrapped steel.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that didn’t match the ache he was inflicting.
“You don’t get to come until you tell me why you were avoiding me.”
You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, humiliated, breathless, soaked.
“I… I had a wet dream about you last night.”
The words barely escaped.
He tilted his head.
“Didn’t catch that.”
He spanked your ass hard, just enough to sting. You whimpered.
Oh, he’d heard it the first time. He just wanted to watch you squirm.
“I said I had a wet dream about you last night,” you repeated, eyes wide, lips trembling.
He yanked you into a kiss so raw, so feral, it stole the breath from your lungs.
“Tell me, Peach. What was I doing to you in that filthy little dream?”
“Don’t make me say it,Oh God-” You covered your face with your hands.
He rolled his hips up into you, and you cried out, the friction unbearable.
“God is far away from this hell you’re in, Sweets.”
He licked the shell of your ear.
“Now tell me, or I’ll make damn sure you don’t come at all tonight.”
He smirked. He knew you’d break.
You inhaled sharply.
“You were fucking me from behind… and choking me… and telling me what a good girl I was.”
His cock twitched inside you.
His eyes darkened,gone full devil.
“Show me, Peach.”
That voice. Commanding. Possessive.
It stole every ounce of air from your lungs.
You slid off him,already missing how full he made you feel,and got on all fours on the bed, your back arched, ass high.
He moved behind you slowly, deliberately. Like a wolf about to feast.
“Don’t go shy on me now,” he purred.
“Brats like you have the dirtiest fucking minds.”
He spanked you,hard. You moaned, thighs trembling.
Then again.
Your wetness dripped onto his mattress.
He grabbed your hips, spread you open, and dragged two fingers through your folds,soaking.
“Fuck-look at you,” he muttered.
“You’re dripping down your thighs for me.”
You whimpered.
“Erik… please…”
He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean like he was tasting dessert. Smirked like a man with no mercy left.
“Remember the safe word, Peach?”
He always made sure. Always.
“Yes,” you gasped, trembling. “Now please fuck me.”
That was all he needed.
He slid his cock along your folds—slow, teasing, deliberate.
You moaned, pushing your hips back, needy, desperate for friction.
“So greedy, Peach.”
He chuckled, low and warm.
“But I like you greedy. Makes it more fun to break you apart.”
His hips slammed into yours again, hard and smooth, the kind of rhythm that wasn’t rushed,it was deliberate. He knew exactly how to tear you apart one thrust at a time.
Your arms were shaking, body arching, moans pouring from your lips with no shame left to hold them back.
“Fuck, Peach.”
His voice was wrecked now.
“You take me so good. Like you were made to ride my cock.”
Your only answer was a strangled moan. You could barely breathe from the way he filled you. From the heat. From the way his fingers were starting to drift higher, from your hips,up your ribs,over your spine—until one hand curled around the front of your throat.
And there it was.
That buzz of adrenaline. That high-voltage tension.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, voice suddenly quieter, more focused.
Even now, even like this, he made sure.
“Don’t stop,” you panted. “Please,do it.”
He tightened his hand,not enough to hurt, just enough to control. Enough to take your breath and give it back to you only when he wanted to.
Your head fell back, spine arching like a bow, your body helpless beneath him as he fucked into you harder, hips snapping with a bruising rhythm.
“That’s it,” he growled into your ear. “Be my good girl. Take it. Don’t you fucking run from it now.”
His grip around your neck held you exactly where he wanted you,vulnerable, shaking, right on the edge of too much.
You could barely moan anymore. It came out choked, breathless, needy.
“You love this, don’t you?”
He licked the side of your neck.
“Love being my filthy little toy.”
Your walls clenched around him, the pressure building like fire behind your ribs.
“I’m-fuck, Erik-I’m close”
He slammed into you again, and again, fingers tightening just a little more around your throat. Your vision blurred with heat, skin slick, body writhing under his control.
“Then cum for me.”
That command? It broke you.
You screamed,or tried to. Nothing came out but a cracked gasp as your orgasm crashed into you, legs shaking violently, cunt pulsing around his cock like it never wanted to let go.
He lost it the second you did.
With a broken, guttural groan, he shoved deep and spilled inside you, hips grinding, cock twitching, hand still gripping your throat like your whole body belonged to him.
And in that moment?
It did.
He didn’t let you fall.
His hand loosened instantly, warm fingers stroking your throat gently now, the other wrapping around your waist to hold you up as your body collapsed, completely wrecked.
He kissed the back of your shoulder. Then the side of your neck. Soft now. Careful.
“Still with me?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded, breath shaking, face buried in the sheets.
“Good girl.”
Face-down. Ass in the air. Hair a disaster.
Somewhere beneath your tangled moans and the aftershock tremble of your thighs, you were pretty sure you’d transcended.
Erik, still behind you, groaned like a man who’d just sprinted a marathon while carrying the weight of his own poor decisions.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted, slowly pulling out of you with a wet sound that should’ve been illegal.
“I think I just blacked out. I saw the fucking void.”
You made a noise that sounded like a dying pigeon.
“You blacked out?” you croaked into the sheets.
“I left my body. I’m pretty sure I was watching us from the ceiling fan.”
Erik flopped next to you, absolutely zero grace, arm draped over his eyes.
“If I die right now, don’t let Julia touch my stuff. Especially not the drawer.”
You lifted your head, squinting.
“What drawer?”
He cracked one eye open.
“...The drawer.”
You blinked.
He blinked back.
“Erik. Is it full of sex toys?”
He didn’t answer. Just rolled over with the slowest, most suspicious nonchalance known to mankind.
“Erik.”
“Babe.”
“Is your ‘drawer’ bigger than mine?”
“…Define ‘bigger.’”
You let your face fall flat into the pillow.
“We need couples therapy and matching safewords.”
Erik reached over and smacked your ass, light and lazy.
“I like our chaos.”
Then, a pause.
“Also… you’re definitely walking funny tomorrow.”
“You literally choked me while telling me I was your filthy toy.”
“Because you are my filthy toy.”
He winked.
You tossed a pillow at his head.
He caught it.
Used it as a prop.
“So. You gonna tell me what else happened in that dream of yours?”
You groaned into the mattress.
“Erik, I already confessed that you were bending me over and praising me while choking the life out of me. You want bonus features?”
He nodded.
“Director’s cut, baby. Deleted scenes. Blu-ray extras. All of it.”
You kicked at him.
He caught your ankle and kissed your calf.
“C’mon, Peach. Give the people what they want.”
“The people???”
“Me. I’m people.”
You couldn’t help it,you burst out laughing, still half-naked, post-sex high, tangled in bedsheets and bad decisions.
Erik leaned over, brushed a kiss to your forehead, and whispered:
“Next time you dream about me, save a seat. I’ll bring the rope.”
Erik was already used to being teased for having a girlfriend who dressed like a cupcake and smelled like strawberry lip gloss. He liked it, actually. The contrast between his black hoodie-wearing, chain-smoking self and her pastel, glitter-loving world was kind of the whole appeal.
What he wasn’t prepared for was that she’d come with baggage. Tiny, adorable, painfully shy baggage.
“Be nice,” his girlfriend warned, looping her arm through his as they stood on his porch. “She’s like a little sister to me, and she’s nervous.”
Erik rolled his eyes. “You say that every time you introduce me to someone new. I’m always nice.”
“You threatened to bite my cousin.”
“She started it.”
Before she could scold him further, the door opened and Bobby leaned out. “Hey, you guys coming in or—” His voice caught. “Uh.”
That’s when she appeared behind Erik’s girlfriend. You.
You stepped into view like something out of a vintage dollhouse—dressed in a soft pink sundress with a ribbon in your hair, white ruffled socks peeking out of ballet flats, and a matching gloss on your lips that caught the afternoon light. You were the kind of pretty that made Bobby feel like he was standing under a heat lamp.
“…Hi,” you said softly, half-hiding behind the older girl you adored like a big sister.
Erik’s girlfriend beamed. “This is my little shadow—Y/N. Isn’t she the cutest?”
You blushed furiously at that. “I-I’m not little—”
“She’s my mentee, technically. It’s a long story involving a fashion class and a mall incident, but anyway—Y/N, this is Erik’s little brother, Bobby.”
Little brother? Bobby wanted to protest. Why did it sound like he was a baby?
But you turned to him with wide, doe eyes and gave a shy wave. “Hi, Bobby.”
He coughed into his sleeve. “Hey. Uh. Nice dress.”
Nice dress?! What the hell was that?!
You giggled behind your hand. “Thanks. I made it.”
“Oh, shit,” Erik muttered under his breath, elbowing Bobby as he walked past. “That’s it. He’s dead. Love at first blush.”
Bobby turned red enough to match the punch Erik’s girlfriend brought.
“Shut up,” he hissed.
Erik just smirked, too pleased with himself.
Inside, things didn’t get better for Bobby’s self-control.
You were polite. You said please and thank you. You complimented Erik’s mom’s living room curtains like you were meeting the Queen. And when you spoke to Bobby, it was always with this soft smile and fluttery lashes like you didn’t even know how adorable you were.
Bobby, for the record, was losing his mind.
“She’s like if someone turned a bakery into a person,” he whispered to Erik while you were busy helping set out snacks.
“Dude,” Erik laughed. “You’ve been staring at her like she’s a puppy and you’re five seconds from asking if you can pet her.”
“Can I?”
“No.”
Erik’s girlfriend swooped in then, her pink tulle skirt swishing as she pulled you toward the couch. “Okay, movie time! Bobby, you’re sitting next to Y/N so she doesn’t get scared.”
You gasped. “I don’t get scared!”
“You cried during Coraline.”
“It was a lot of buttons!”
Bobby swallowed his nerves as he sat beside you, his thigh just barely brushing yours. You smelled like something sweet—vanilla and cherry blossoms.
You tucked your skirt politely around your knees and peeked at him. “I like your hoodie.”
He blinked. “You do?”
You nodded. “It looks soft.”
“Uh…” He immediately pulled it off and offered it. “You can borrow it.”
Your cheeks pinked up like cotton candy. “Really? But…won’t you get cold?”
“I’ll survive.”
Across the room, Erik coughed loudly into his fist. “Simp.”
Bobby threw a popcorn kernel at his head completely missing you burying your face into the hoodie, the scent of his cologne hitting you .
Later that day when everyone moved outside, Erik caught him staring again while you played with the dog, giggling as you tried to keep your lace-trimmed socks clean from pawprints.
“She’s not even your type,” Erik whispered like the menace he was.
Bobby shot him a look. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You like girls who chew gum and wear leather.”
“So what?”
“So this one wears glitter and asks people how their feelings are. She’s gonna ruin you.”
Bobby watched you laugh and fall backward into the grass, sunshine caught in your hair.
This is a one-shot to follow up the Erik x Julia's bff!Reader headcanons, which you can find here
Summary: You and Erik sneak off to his room during movie night after Bobby and Julia fall asleep.
Warning: NSFW, Oral Fem!Receiving, Unprotected P in V, Dirty talk
The second the door latched shut behind you, Erik’s lips were crashing against your brutally.
Your hands immediately found his hair, and you tugged at the strands as if you could somehow get even closer to him.
He had you pinned against the door with his body flush against yours. You could feel his bulge digging into your hip, hard and insistent and groaned into his mouth as you felt your cunt clench around nothing.
He’d only just started kissing you, and already, you wanted more. Wanted to tear his clothes off and let him ravage you while your best friend slept down the hall, blissfully unaware of the transgression unfolding in her older brother’s bedroom.
You gasped when he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his torso, bracing your hands on his shoulders in case he dropped you. You were unprepared for just how good it felt when he pressed up against your clothed heat.
If you’d been standing, your knees would’ve buckled.
The sound that fell from your lips was damn near pornographic and sent Erik into a frenzy. He bit down on your bottom lip and then pulled it into his mouth, running his tongue over it to soothe the sting while you writhed in his arms.
God, he loved the sounds you were making.
He swallowed them eagerly and thought about just how inevitable this had been since the second you’d laid eyes on one another. For weeks, all he could think about whenever he was around you was throwing you up against the wall, holding you the way he was in that very moment.
Your hips rocked into his and you both shuddered, tightening your grip on one another.
It seemed to snap you out of the mind-numbing kissing for long enough to process what you were doing and you both pulled back, staring into eachothers eyes.
The question was clear, although unsaid.
Do you want this?
The hunger was reflected in your eyes, but there was something a little deeper. A little vulnerable. Raw. The want was there, but there were clearly feelings behind it, despite neither of you being willing to admit it. It was as if you both knew that there would be no going back if you followed through. That nothing would ever be the same.
Still, there was a silent moment of acceptance before your lips collided, even more desperate than before.
Erik carried you the short distance to his bed and sat down on the edge of it without breaking the kiss, unsure if he trusted his own legs to keep you both upright with the way you were kissing him.
He was painfully hard and desperate to free himself from the confines of his pants.
He tugged at the hem of your shirt and helped you pull it over your head, far more carefully than you would’ve expected from him.
When he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, he growled and immediately went to work at trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck, licking and nipping at the skin every so often while you made breathy sounds, rocking your hips into him rhythmically.
Erik’s hands crept up your waist and started kneading the soft skin of your breasts. They filled his palms perfectly, as if they were made just for him.
You found it unfair that he still had all his clothes on and clawed at his shirt until he shrugged it off.
You hadn’t expected him to throw you onto the bed, but he did, and immediately, he was on top of you, shirtless and grinding his weeping, still-clothed cock against your aching core.
A low whine tore its way out of your throat.
Erik pulled back to smirk down at you.
“So needy,” He teased, despite feeling just as desperate as you.
“Maybe.” You panted, “But don’t act like you don’t want it just as bad.”
“Course I do.” He scoffed, and for a moment, you both looked shocked by the immediate confession, but he recovered quickly “How could I not? You’ve been teasing me for weeks.”
“Your little looks,” his voice deepened as he pressed his lips to the middle of your chest, still palming one of your tits as he held your gaze. “Brushing up against me in the hall like a bitch in heat.”
You shuddered, unsure you’d ever been so turned on.
His mouth engulfed your nipple unexpectedly, and you arched your back instinctively, pressing yourself further into his touch. A whiny, desperate sound left your lips, and he smirked.
“You want something?” He muttered into your skin, looking far too amused. “Use your words, honey. Tell me what you want.”
The pet name threw you for a bit of a loop, but another flick of his tongue over your sensitive nipple and you were putty in his hands.
“Want you to touch me.” You breathed, moaning when he nipped at your skin lightly.
“Where?” Erik smirked, pressing his lips to the flesh just under your tits, getting lower. Closer to where you wanted needed him most.
“Everywhere.” you panted “please, Erik.”
The sound of his name coming out of your mouth was doing things to him. Things he wasn’t willing to acknowledge in the moment, apart from the overwhelming desire to taste you.
He all but tore your shorts off and settled in between your legs, pressing his lips to the insides of your thighs while you mewled and gasped, already losing yourself completely to his touch.
One of his hands continued fondling your tits while the other pried your legs open.
Erik hesitated before burying his face between your thighs and looked up at you as if to ask permission.
You nodded and before you had time to process what was happening, his mouth was on you. Your head fell back immediately and you had to fight not to cry out in bliss.
His tongue flattened and licked a stripe up your slit, flicking the tip over your clit.
You jerked away and gasped, a little startled by how good it felt, but he moved his hand away from your tits to pin your hips in place.
His tongue circled your clit, slowly at first, then faster when you started panting.
When he worked a finger into you, you couldn’t stop the low, drawn-out moan that tore its way out of your throat.
You weren’t even thinking about Julia and Bobby down the hall, sleeping while you sinned.
All you could think about was how good it felt.
Erik groaned into your pussy, drunk on the feeling of your walls gripping his finger tightly.
“So fucking wet.” He muttered, pumping his finger into you rhythmically while continuing to tongue your clit. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me, baby.”
Your back arched when he added a second finger and your breath hitched in your throat.
“Yeah?” He cooed in a condescending manner, lip still so close to your burning heat that you could feel them moving while he spoke “Is that good?”
You hummed, but it came out strained.
He curled his fingers and you jolted, hips bucking to chase his fingers. You didn’t get far, still pinned to the bed by his other arm.
“Oh-ho!” Erik chuckled, nudging the spongy bundle of nerves that you never seemed to be able to reach yourself “You like that one, don’t you?”
All you could do was nod desperately, whining and groaning softly.
“You gonna cum for me already?” He taunted “I can feel it.”
He stopped suddenly, and for a second, you thought you might start crying.
“Erik.” You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at him in disbelief “What the fuck?”
“What?” He smirked, looking far too amused “Is something wrong?”
“You’re such a fucking asshole!” You huffed, groaning into the nearest pillow.
You’d been so close.
So close that it almost hurt and because he was still in between your legs, keeping them spread wide open, you couldn’t close them or rub them together to get any kind of relief whatsoever.
You could still feel him breathing.
But then, he sat up and took off his pants, flopping onto his back next to you on the mattress.
You glanced down at his weeping cock and your eyes widened slightly at the sight of a big metal stud in his tip.
“Hot, right?” He chuckled, looking smug. “Just wait till you feel it.”
You glanced up at his face and squinted at him.
If you weren’t so hot and bothered, you’d probably smack him for being so cocky. But, you were hot and bothered and wanted nothing more than to be perched in his lap, sliding down onto him.
So, when he nudged you on top of him, you went gladly and immediately lined him up with your drenched hole.
Erik shuddered and rested his hands on your hips. He didn’t rush you, or rut into you from below. He just let you slowly sink down onto him at your own pace.
You’d been looking down at first, but he’d grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him while you stuffed yourself full with his cock.
He could see the moment you felt the piercing dragging along your walls. Your eyes had started to roll back, so he tightened his grip on your chin just enough to hold your focus.
It all felt so unbearably intimate. Like you were committing an act of love and not betrayal. Like the world just kind of stopped for a moment, and all that mattered was the two of you. Nothing existed outside the four walls of Erik’s bedroom.
It became too much.
Neither of you was willing to believe that this was anything more than a hookup, so you started to get rough with each other.
As if that would change things.
The second you’d taken Erik to the hilt, he withdrew slightly and slammed back into you so hard from below that you bit down on his shoulder to muffle the loud cry that tore its way out of your throat.
“What?” His tone was mocking “Can’t take it?”
He slammed into you again and your teeth sank further into his skin.
The feeling of his piercing against your cervix every time he bottomed out, only for it to drag over that delicious, toe curling bundle of nerves inside you, was overwhelming.
You’d been reduced to a gasping mess beneath him. Unable to think about anything outside of how good it felt.
Erik rolled you over so that he was on top and continued his bruising pace, nipping at your collarbones and throat.
“Shit, you’re tight.” he grunted, gritting his teeth “But, fuck- You’re taking me so well. Like a good little slut.”
If he wasn’t fucking you stupid, you’d resent being called a slut and would bite back, but you were already getting close to the edge once again and were too out of it to process anything other than praise.
You couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t think.
All that could be heard was your gasping moans, Erik’s grunts, and the lewd sounds that filled the air.
“Gonna cum for me?” He muttered breathily into the side of your throat, struggling to keep it together himself. “C’mon honey, cum for me, cum all over my cock.”
His crude language was only pushing you closer and closer to the edge and before you knew it you were crashing over it, clinging to Erik like your life depended on it it while he rutted into you frantically, chasing the feeling of your walls clamping down around his cock, pulsating to milk the roped of white cum he was pumping into you from his cock. He mutter a slew of curse words into your skin and allowed himself a few more lazy thrusts before slowing to a stop.
You were both breathing heavy, chests heaving as you came down from your respective highs.
Erik rolled onto his side, still buried inside you and clutching you to his chest.
Neither of you said a word. You just layed there, wrapped around one another in a tangled mess of sheets.
When you woke up in the morning, tangled in his sheets, still stark naked, you immediately tried to shoot up into a sitting position, but Erik had you wrapped in his arms.
“Jesus Christ, I slept in your fucking bed?” you gasped, turning to look at him, baffled. “Why’d you let me do that?”
“I slept great, thanks for asking.” He grumbled, his face still buried in your hair.
His not immediately shoving you away was short-circuiting your brain. He was acting like he wanted you to stay in bed with him.
“What are you doing?” You breathed, a little stunned.
“Sleeping.” He muttered tiredly, “Or at least I would be if you weren’t whining this early in the morning.”
“Erik.” Your tone was supposed to make it sound like a warning, but really, it was a whine.
“Shut up.” He pulled you back under the blanket. “Go back to sleep.”
“I’m not going back to sleep,” you huffed, squirming in his arms. “This is not going to become a ‘thing’. Last night shouldn’t have happened.”
“Well, it did.”
It was driving you crazy that he was being so nonchalant about the whole thing, as if the two of you hadn’t done something terrible.
“It’s not happening again.”
“Sure.” You could hear the lazy smirk in his voice through the layer of sleep.
“I'm serious.” You insisted, but the way it came out of your mouth, you didn’t even believe it.
“Whatever” Erik tightened his grip around you “For now, go back to sleep.”
You sighed in defeat and melted back into him, unable to deny how good it felt to be held.
He chose not to tell you about the hickey under your jaw.
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Erik was already used to being teased for having a girlfriend who dressed like a cupcake and smelled like strawberry lip gloss. He liked it, actually. The contrast between his black hoodie-wearing, chain-smoking self and her pastel, glitter-loving world was kind of the whole appeal.
What he wasn’t prepared for was that she’d come with baggage. Tiny, adorable, painfully shy baggage.
“Be nice,” his girlfriend warned, looping her arm through his as they stood on his porch. “She’s like a little sister to me, and she’s nervous.”
Erik rolled his eyes. “You say that every time you introduce me to someone new. I’m always nice.”
“You threatened to bite my cousin.”
“She started it.”
Before she could scold him further, the door opened and Bobby leaned out. “Hey, you guys coming in or—” His voice caught. “Uh.”
That’s when she appeared behind Erik’s girlfriend. You.
You stepped into view like something out of a vintage dollhouse—dressed in a soft pink sundress with a ribbon in your hair, white ruffled socks peeking out of ballet flats, and a matching gloss on your lips that caught the afternoon light. You were the kind of pretty that made Bobby feel like he was standing under a heat lamp.
“…Hi,” you said softly, half-hiding behind the older girl you adored like a big sister.
Erik’s girlfriend beamed. “This is my little shadow—Y/N. Isn’t she the cutest?”
You blushed furiously at that. “I-I’m not little—”
“She’s my mentee, technically. It’s a long story involving a fashion class and a mall incident, but anyway—Y/N, this is Erik’s little brother, Bobby.”
Little brother? Bobby wanted to protest. Why did it sound like he was a baby?
But you turned to him with wide, doe eyes and gave a shy wave. “Hi, Bobby.”
He coughed into his sleeve. “Hey. Uh. Nice dress.”
Nice dress?! What the hell was that?!
You giggled behind your hand. “Thanks. I made it.”
“Oh, shit,” Erik muttered under his breath, elbowing Bobby as he walked past. “That’s it. He’s dead. Love at first blush.”
Bobby turned red enough to match the punch Erik’s girlfriend brought.
“Shut up,” he hissed.
Erik just smirked, too pleased with himself.
Inside, things didn’t get better for Bobby’s self-control.
You were polite. You said please and thank you. You complimented Erik’s mom’s living room curtains like you were meeting the Queen. And when you spoke to Bobby, it was always with this soft smile and fluttery lashes like you didn’t even know how adorable you were.
Bobby, for the record, was losing his mind.
“She’s like if someone turned a bakery into a person,” he whispered to Erik while you were busy helping set out snacks.
“Dude,” Erik laughed. “You’ve been staring at her like she’s a puppy and you’re five seconds from asking if you can pet her.”
“Can I?”
“No.”
Erik’s girlfriend swooped in then, her pink tulle skirt swishing as she pulled you toward the couch. “Okay, movie time! Bobby, you’re sitting next to Y/N so she doesn’t get scared.”
You gasped. “I don’t get scared!”
“You cried during Coraline.”
“It was a lot of buttons!”
Bobby swallowed his nerves as he sat beside you, his thigh just barely brushing yours. You smelled like something sweet—vanilla and cherry blossoms.
You tucked your skirt politely around your knees and peeked at him. “I like your hoodie.”
He blinked. “You do?”
You nodded. “It looks soft.”
“Uh…” He immediately pulled it off and offered it. “You can borrow it.”
Your cheeks pinked up like cotton candy. “Really? But…won’t you get cold?”
“I’ll survive.”
Across the room, Erik coughed loudly into his fist. “Simp.”
Bobby threw a popcorn kernel at his head completely missing you burying your face into the hoodie, the scent of his cologne hitting you .
Later that day when everyone moved outside, Erik caught him staring again while you played with the dog, giggling as you tried to keep your lace-trimmed socks clean from pawprints.
“She’s not even your type,” Erik whispered like the menace he was.
Bobby shot him a look. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You like girls who chew gum and wear leather.”
“So what?”
“So this one wears glitter and asks people how their feelings are. She’s gonna ruin you.”
Bobby watched you laugh and fall backward into the grass, sunshine caught in your hair.
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