Parings: Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard) x Best Friend!Female Reader
Eric always had one rule: he doesn't do virgins. That was until you came along and he wanted to prove that you were different.
18+ CW's below the cut: talks of mental abuse, fighting, slight blood, language, and smut that includes oral with female receiving and p in v(reader is on the pill), and taking ones virginity.
a/n: this poll was a close one! which makes me realize, i need to write more Roman fics. anyway, i hope everyone who voted for Eric enjoys!
The music vibrated through the house as I leaned against the living room wall, staring down into the red solo cup in my hand. At one point there was cold beer in it but now, it was more like room temp and untouched. When Jackson, one of my friends, poured me the beer over an hour ago, it sounded good, though now I'd much rather toss it into the sink and crawl upstairs to my room; well, the guest room.
I pushed my way through the crowd of people that filled the house for this little party and threw the cup into the garbage. Hugging my hoodie closer to my chest, I went to maneuver my way past a couple that was making out against the fridge but halted when I noticed the long brown hair pulled back into a low bun. It could have been anyone, but I knew that hair, I also knew the snake tattoo that coiled around the guy's neck.
"No," I muttered while backing up into the kitchen island, accidentally knocking over the array of alcohol.
The sound of glasses falling gained the attention of those close by and when he finally pulled away from attacking the girl's lips, my tired eyes met with his cold blue ones and I shuddered.
"Y/N?"
"Jared, wh-wha-what are you doing here?" The words stumbled over my tongue.
Who the hell invited my ex to the party?
Jared shrugged. "I heard through the grapevine that this was happening so I'd figured I'd stop by."
Even with the ice cold fear filling my veins and harsh memories of us creeping back into my mind, I stood tall against him. I refused to let him know how seeing him again was affecting me.
With my arms over my chest, I raised a brow. "You know this is Jackson's and Eric's house, right?"
At the mention of the latter, Jared's jaw ticked as he stalked away from the girl he was making out with moments ago and over towards me.
"That would explain why you're here," his voice was filled with hate.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm staying with them since I let you have the apartment, even though you were the unfaithful one."
My ex boyfriend, scratch that; asshole, dickhead, piece of shit ex boyfriend stood there in front of me with that stupid, smug smile. I hated that smile. And him.
I wasted a year of my life with this guy and the entire relationship; he made me feel unworthy and was only good for one thing; sex. I never gave it to him but that never stopped him from trying. And when I continued to deny him, Jared found other girls to beg for a quick fuck.
He wasn't only a cheating prick, but he also was an abusive piece of shit; more mentally and emotional than physical. The way he manipulated me into thinking that I needed him in order to survive or sometimes even pulled the typical 'if you leave I'll kill myself' bullshit. Jared made me believe I wasn't pretty enough and forced me to wear baggy shirts or sweaters and pants. I could never dress up because he would claim I was dressing up for someone else. I never did my hair or makeup for these reasons as well. I began pushing all of my friends away because it made me believe that all I needed was Jared.
The mental and emotional abuse was the worst, but that didn't mean he never raised a hand to me. One time, in front of my group of friends, Jared thought it would be hilarious to choke me out to see how long I could last. Another time, I was talking to him about how I was depressed and afraid of doing something to myself.
His response?
Jared said I was too much of a pussy to do anything and to prove that, he took a mechanical pencil and dug it into my wrist leaving half an inch of a scar.
Maybe that's why Eric hates him so much.
At the thought of my best friend, I quickly scanned the packed house wondering if he noticed Jared was here.
"Looking for lover boy? Think he'll save you again?"
I snapped my eyes over to Jared and almost spat in his face. "Fuck you, Jared! You need to leave."
"What are you going to do, Y/N?" he stepped closer to me with a raised brow. "Eric isn't here to protect you from me. Did you scare him off yet? It's only a matter of time until he realizes what a pain in the ass you are. I mean, if you never put out for me, why would you for him? You're a virgin, Y/N. Girls are always throwing themselves at him and why would he waste his time with someone as inexperienced as you?"
"Screw you!" I stepped up in his face. "Eric is nothing like you; he would never do the things you did. He actually cares."
Jared raised a hand to brush over his jaw but out of instinct, I reeled back and prepared for the hit to come, though it never did. All I heard over the music was his dark laughter.
"You're pathetic. You couldn't even dress up for a party?" Jared motioned to my sweater and leggings. "What the fuck did I ever see in you?"
With his hand linked with the girl from earlier, who was too drunk to realize what was going on, Jared threw his shoulder into me as he walked past. I stumbled over my feet but could save myself from falling. Tears burned in the corners of my eyes and I decided I was over this party. The bed upstairs sounded way better than being anywhere Jared might be.
"No," I told myself, worrying Jared might have been right. "Eric would never do that to you. He's the one that offered you a place to stay."
When I found Jared cheating on me yet again, I couldn't take the pain anymore so I packed a few bags and showed up on Eric's doorstep; seeing him for the first time in three months.
"I don't have anywhere else to go," I cried, tears slipping from my eyes.
Eric sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to pull me inside, letting the door close behind us.
That was two days ago and after telling me I could stay in the guest room for as long as I needed, I took that literally and held up in the guest room for the last two days. Eric tried texting me when I was with Jared but I never responded. Another thing Jared didn't like, me talking to my best friends. The fact that Eric and Jackson were still willing to let me stay with them showed how big their hearts were.
Speaking of hearts, mine throbbed in the cage in my chest as I thought about how Eric looked when I showed up the other day. His hair was a messy pile on top of his head and looked absolutely breathtaking. I always was attracted to Eric but never acted on it because he never felt the same way. We'd been good friends for so long, we didn't want to risk losing that because of feelings.
Eric never said that, but I always assumed that because he gave no indication that he felt something more than just friends with me.
"Hey, you alright?"
A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts and I noticed Ryan, another friend from my group, leaning against the wall beside me. His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at me over.
Eric wasn't the only one that knew about Jared and our toxic relationship, Jackson and Ryan did as well. We all were incredibly close for years while they knew certain things Jared had done to me, Eric was the only one that knows how bad my mind was fucked up.
The first night here, I stayed up with Eric and told him everything. To say he was furious was an understatement. I had to talk him down multiple times for finding Jared and kicking his ass.
Hearing my name called, I shook out the thoughts and gave my best fake smile to Ryan.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him.
"Really? Because Jackson said he saw Jared out back," he said.
I cursed while running my sweaty palms against my thighs. "Did Eric see him?"
"No," Ryan shook his head. "But it's only a matter of time. Jackson is trying to get Jared to leave."
"Fuck you! Piece of shit!"
Oh no, I know that voice. I dream of that ethereal voice all the time.
Ryan and I both pushed past the now growing group of people that gathered outside in the backyard. The party was long forgotten and guilt ate away at me knowing it was my fault.
There was a loud sound of skin hitting skin and what I saw made me halt in my footsteps. Jackson had a hand on Eric's chest to keep him back from Jared, who was sporting a bloody lip.
Well, it was safe to say Eric knew Jared was here.
"That's all you got, lover boy? I've hit Y/N harder than that," Jared spit.
Eric pushed past Jackson to grab Jared by the collar of his shirt and lay a fist into his jaw, this time knocking him to the ground. I was still in my frozen state watching this all play out while Jackson and Ryan were holding Eric back and Jackson stepped in front of me when Jared glared up at me.
He spit into the grass before pointing at me. "You're wasting your time with her, Eric. She doesn't put out, bitch is still a virgin. Why do you think I cheated on her?"
Eric stiffened before his gaze finally landed on me, realizing for the first time I was near him
Okay, maybe I didn't tell Eric everything about my relationship with Jared. I hid the fact that I was a virgin from him, something that seemed to shock him because his lips were parted slightly. Now, I knew any chance with him was nonexistent because of his one rule: Eric doesn't fuck virgins.
"It has nothing to do with them not knowing what to do. It's from personal experience. They might get too attached and I'm not looking for a relationship like that." His words echoed in my brain.
I cast my gaze down at my feet with the attention of everyone on me and tears burned at the corners of my eyes before they fell. Seeing me cry made Eric clench his fists and was fast on Jared, pinning him down to lay fist after fist into his face. The sound made me cringe as I tried to look away but couldn't. The muscles in Eric's back tensed as he laid a bone breaking punch to Jared's nose.
Finding this to be so attractive and hot was so wrong but the way my pussy clenched, I knew I enjoyed being wrong. People were whispering under their breath wondering if Eric was going to stop and fearing the worst, I stepped out from behind Jackson and over to Eric. There was blood from Jared splattered over the front of his sweater and the sight of Jared's mangled nose and mouth made me almost puke but I kept my eyes straight on Eric. His name fell from my lips as I laid my hand on his shoulder. When he felt my gentle touch, Eric's body shook as he let out a breath.
"Come on," I urged him off of Jared. "He's not worth it."
Eric's eyes bounced from me to Jared before he rose off of him, giving him one last kick to his gut for the final blow.
"If you come near her again, if you even think of her again, I'll break every single one of your fingers," Eric threatened.
"Alright, I think the party is over," Jackson's voice carried as he dismissed the party goers.
As they slowly dissipated from the yard and house, I laid a hand on Eric's chest and felt the erratic pace of his heart. I then grabbed his hand and hissed when I saw the cuts and blood across his knuckles.
"I'm fine," Eric said while trying to pull his hand away.
But I gripped it tighter. "Let's get you cleaned up."
With a sigh, Eric agreed and as we walked back into the house, Jared's voice called after me.
"You'll come crawling back to me, bitch. You're nothing without me!"
Eric turned to lunge back at him but I was faster as I stalked back to Jared's crumpled body on the grass. Without a second thought, I pulled my foot back before sending it right into his face. I was only wearing socks so the hit of bone on bone made me gasp out in pain as I hobbled on my good foot.
"I'd say go to hell, but it looks like you're already there," I spat, motioning to the constant wounds that covered his face.
I tried to turn on my heels but the action made me fall to my knees and clutch my foot. But before I could hit the ground, Eric scooped me up into his arms and carried me inside.
"Eric," I protested.
He ignored me and walked through the now empty house and up the stairs. He passed the guest room and headed straight to his, kicking the door shut behind us.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he set me on the bed.
Instantly, I felt out of place. I've been to his house many times but never in his bedroom but now seeing it with my own eyes, made me feel as if I was intruding in his personal space.
After setting me on the edge of the bed, Eric pulled over his computer chair and sat down while grabbing my injured foot. He carefully removed the sock and looked at the bruising skin.
"It's not that bad," I said.
He peered up at me through his lashes. "You could have broken your foot, little crow."
My heart hammered in my chest at the nickname. Eric called me that a few times throughout the years and every single time, it made my skin tingle. People called him Crow and with how close we were, Eric thought it was cute to call me little crow. There was a soft knock at his door and we both saw Jackson peer his head in while holding an ice pack.
"Thought you might need this," he tossed it to Eric.
I smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you."
As the door closed again, I winced in pain when Eric pressed the ice pack to the top of my foot. Neither of us said anything for the next while, letting the silence fill the air, until the guilt for ruining the party ate away at me.
"I'm sorry about the party," I apologized quietly.
Eric let the ice pack fall to the floor as he leaned back in his chair with raised brows.
"Why the fuck are you apologizing?"
I shrugged while playing with my fingers in my lap. "I should have made him leave the first time I saw him tonight."
Now he tensed as his elbows rested on his knees. "When did you see him? What did he say to you?"
"Nothing, it's not important, Eric. Can we forget this even happened?" I begged.
The last thing I wanted was to repeat those hurtful things Jared spewed to me, especially to Eric. He was already angry, who's to say he won't find Jared and beat his ass. Again.
"Little crow," Eric warned.
"Fine," I groaned. "I ran into him in the kitchen earlier tonight and he said the same shit he usually did. How I was pathetic and wondered what he ever saw in me. He also said that I'll push you away eventually because I'm-."
My voice broke off, not wanting to repeat those words. Although Eric already knew, I knew he would want me to say it.
"Because you what?" He pressed with a slight edge to his voice.
I knew it wasn't because of me but that did nothing to ease the slight fear in my gut. I had to keep reminding myself that Eric wasn't Jared. He wouldn't hurt me. But with everything Jared put me through, it fucked up my brain that I couldn't tell the difference from someone that actually care to one that only wanted to cause me pain.
I was so fucked up that I felt the need to lie to Eric about things because I was afraid of how he would react.
Jared was so controlling that I pushed all of my friends away; Ryan, Jackson, and Eric. And when I came crawling back after not listening to their warnings of Jared, they still took me in without a second thought.
I always knew, deep down, that I had strong feelings for Eric. I never said it out loud but as much as I tried to deny it, I knew that what I was feeling was that scary four letter word. But knowing that he didn't feel the same pushed me into the first man's arms that showed me a hint of attention.
"Y/N," Eric's soft grip on my chin brought me out of my thoughts. "What else did he say to you?"
My bottom lip trembled as I let out a broken breath. Just this small gesture of kindness made my heart soar into my throat.
"He said that you won't waste your time with me because I'm a virgin. You have girls throwing themselves at you all the time, why would you waste your time with someone like me?"
My eyes squeezed shut for a moment to keep the tears away but when I opened them, Eric's gaze was burning deep into me, almost down to the core of my existence. I became nervous and tried to move his grasp from my face but it only made him grip my chin tighter.
"I'm going to kick his ass; again," he pushed himself away from me before rising to his feet.
"Eric," I reached for him but he moved too fast. "Just leave him alone, he's been through enough."
"Stop defending him!" Eric spun on his heels to point a finger at me.
I flinched at the sudden raise of his voice and Eric's face fell, guilt filling his eyes.
"Shit, I'm sorry," he ran a hand over his face. "I just hate hearing you defend him."
"I'm not," I stated with a shaky voice. "He's not worth it anymore, alright? I want to try to forget everything he put me through."
Eric eventually nodded and came back over to me except now he sat on the bed next to me. There was something radiating off of him and his fingers twitched in his lap. There'd been many times we were in close proximity but something about this moment made my palms sweat and belly burn with a rousing desire. I could smell his cologne as it engulfed my senses while his body heat wrapped around me like a safety net, letting me know Eric will do anything and everything to keep me safe.
"I should go-."
"Are you really a virgin?"
We both spoke at the same time but hearing his question made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"I'm humiliated enough with it being brought up in front of everyone tonight, please don't give me shit for it," I grumbled while crossing my arms over my chest.
Eric shook his head, his knee brushing against mine. A shot of electricity shot through me and I yearned to feel more of his touch.
"I'm not."
There was something in his tone of voice that made me read the soft features of his face.
"It doesn't matter. It's not like a guy would find me attractive enough to want to sleep with me. I'm nothing special," I shrugged.
A muscle in Eric's jaw ticked. "Stop talking like that."
"It's true, Eric. No one wants a girl as damaged as me, especially a virgin," I stood slowly to my feet, not wanting too much pressure on my bad foot. "I'm going to go."
As I tentatively walked past Eric, his hand gripped my wrist and pulled me into his lap, both of my knees landing on either side of him. His large hands gripped my hips to keep me in place as I fought against him, all while my heart was thundering in my chest. We were so close now, I could feel his warm breath fan over my lips.
"That's bullshit," he spoke.
I narrowed my eyes on him. "You said it yourself, Eric. You don't do virgins. What makes any other guy different?"
One hand left my hip to cup my cheek. "You're different."
"Right," I scoffed. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."
Eric's eyes searched mine deeply, a slight frown pulling at his lips. "He really fucked you up, huh?"
With both of my hands on his chest, I pushed him away. "I'm not worth it."
A squeal erupted from my throat when I felt myself being tossed onto the bed, Eric towering over me. Strands of his hair cascaded into his eyes and without thinking, I brushed it back while running my nails along his scalp. Eric made a noise in the back of his throat when his eyes fluttered shut.
"You're worth everything, little crow," he buried his face into the crook of my neck. "I'd get on my knees for you."
My breath caught in my throat at his words. Surely he didn't mean that. We never talked like this with each other.
"I have a lot of regrets," Eric now brushed his nose over mine. "One of them is not telling you how I felt earlier."
I gulped as my heart pounded loudly in my ears. No, he didn't mean what I thought he did. There was no way he felt the same.
"Eric," I breathed. "What are you saying?"
My fingers were still tangled in his hair as our eyes locked with each other.
"Let me prove to you that you're worth it," his eyes sparkled as he almost begged me.
"Won't this-what about-," my words stammered over my tongue.
I was beyond nervous for what he was asking and I was afraid of what the outcome would be afterwards.
Eric's lips brushed along my jawline. "Let me be yours. I'll worship you and make you feel wanted and loved. Would you let me do that for you?"
Oh. Shit.
Every single part of me buzzed with so many emotions; shock, excitement, anticipation for what this meant, and the one that outweighed all of them was desire.
I drank in the entire sight of Eric as he leaned over me. His hips hovered over mine while his lips continued to lightly brush across the skin of my jaw all the way down my neck. The small amount of facial hair that covered his face tickled with every brush and his hair felt like silk against my fingers. Eric took off his sweater when we first came up to his room and now the colors of his various tattoos on his arms stood out in stark contrast to his white shirt.
"Yes," I finally said.
Quickly, his lips were on mine in a fiery, starving kiss and I moaned into it, never in my life experiencing this amount of desire from someone. Eric wanted me, fucked up brain and all. His tongue molded with mine and our teeth smacked together, trying to devour every inch of my mouth.
When his hips pressed hard against mine, I broke apart the kiss to lean my head deeper into the mattress below. It felt so good when the outline of his cock brushed against my pussy and I wanted more.
"Eric, please," I begged while raising my hips up into him.
"What do you want, little crow?"
His mouth bit and sucked at the spot of skin beneath my ear, and I shuddered underneath him.
"Anything. I just need to feel something good," I admitted.
Eric leaned back onto his knees and motioned to my sweater. "Take it off."
I hesitated because I was only wearing a bra underneath and the thought of him seeing it made me suddenly nervous. He noticed because he leaned down to leave a tender kiss on my lips.
"Trust me. I've been wanting to see you like this for a long time. Take it off."
With a nod, I sat up off of the bed and shed my sweater off and to the ground. Eric's eyes darken as he drank in the sight of my black lace bra and he licked his lips as he reached behind me to unclip it. It fell away from me onto the bed and immediately, his hands cupped my left breast, fingers pinching my nipples.
"Shit," I gasped, the feeling shooting straight down to my core.
"So perfect," Eric murmured while his free hand slid down my stomach to brush across the waistband of my leggings.
Without even asking, I raised my hips off the bed to help him slide them off of me. Now I lay in front of him in only a black thong and could faintly make out the outline of his cock in his jeans. Eric's eyes darted from my body up to my face, eyes holding mine steady.
"How far do you want to go?"
My mouth ran dry realizing what he meant. If we went through with this, Eric would be my first and knowing how he felt about virgins gave me pause. He reassured me I was different but what would that mean for our friendship?
"Would this make things weird between us?" I asked, biting my lip.
Eric groaned at the sight and left a kiss right where my lip was caught between my teeth.
"I thought I told you I'm yours, little crow. I've wanted you for so long and now that I have you, I'm not letting you go."
For the hundredth time that night, my heart warmed at his words so I gave him his answer in a heated kiss and took off my panties myself.
"I'm yours, Eric." I repeated his words back to him.
Seeing me naked in front of him lit a fire under his ass because he scrambled off the bed and took off his shirt then pants and briefs in one go. I stared hungrily at the way his thick cock sprung free and slapped against the inside of his thigh.
Fuck, he looked absolutely gorgeous with his tattoos.
"I'm going to work you up before, alright? Spread your legs for me."
I did what he said, and when he saw the wetness between my legs, Eric groaned. "Just a taste."
Although I never had sex, I did fool around with Jared; oral and hand stuff. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to Eric and the way his tongue licked up my dripping arousal before rubbing small circles over my clit.
"Shit," I panted. "So good."
A finger slid over my entrance, up and down, before slipping inside of me. Eric worked his fingers in a slow rhythm while his tongue worked fast. Then another finger slipped inside and now, his fingers and tongue matched in pace as he brought me closer to the brink. My orgasm was cresting higher to its crescendo and my moans of pleasure echoed through the small room as my nails dug deep into the blanket. I arched off the bed while my knees shook, the wave of pleasure about to yank me in to drown me.
"Cum for me, little crow. I want to taste every part of you," Eric breathed against my clit as his fingers speared inside of me.
His name rolled off of my lips in an earth shattering whine, the power behind this orgasm like nothing I've ever experienced.
"Good girl," he mused as he crawled up closer to my face.
I felt heat rush from my heart straight to my pussy at hearing his praise and nearly lost it when his lips met mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself on him. My nails dug into the skin of his back to pull him closer to me. He had his cock held steady at my slick entrance and my mouth salivated seeing the pre-cum at the slit.
"Are you on anything or should I grab a condom?"
I nodded. "I'm on the pill. Even though I've never had sex, I still wanted to be safe."
"Okay, let me know if you want me to stop," Eric said.
When I nodded again, Eric slowly sunk his head past my opening and I tensed immediately which made him pull back when he was less than halfway in.
"Don't tense, just breathe with me."
Eric let out a deep breath along with me as he pressed deeper inside of me and I screwed my eyes shut when he met some resistance.
"Eyes on me, little crow," he demanded with his hand wrapped around my throat.
Oh shit.
Eric's eyes were black now, filled with lust as he finally pushed past that resistance and sunk completely into me.
"Fuck, you're so tight,” he leaned his forehead against mine.
His pace was slow, almost as if he was holding back, and while it hurt at first, now the pain subsided and all I felt was pure euphoric bliss when he slid his cock all the way out before pressing deep back inside.
"Oh, god," I raised my hips up to meet every one of his thrusts. "Faster, please."
Eric made a low noise in his chest as he lifted my leg over his hip so he could get a better angle and it made my eyes flutter shut when the head of his cock hit that perfect spot. His face bent low to my left nipple and ran his tongue over it in small circles before he did the same thing to the other one. My neck arched back, exposing the skin to him to beg for his tongue there. Eric obliged by biting down hard over the skin of my pulse point and I cried out his name.
"Say it again," he panted, his thrusts now going faster and deeper.
His name fell from my lips like a prayer with his thrusts and when the pad of his thumb stroked my clit, I spasmed against him. The familiar heat bubbled low in my belly and every cell inside ignited with that burning sensation that I desperately craved.
"I'm going to cum," I moaned.
"You look so beautiful taking my cock like this," Eric praised. "Such a good fucking girl. All mine; so fucking beautiful."
His sweet, affectionate words were exactly what I needed to grasp my orgasm. I came hard on his cock, my arousal coating every inch of him, and to keep my screams quiet I pressed kisses over the tattoos on his chest. Eric's fingers gripped me in a bruising grasp around my hips as his pace stilled for half a moment before he attacked my lips in a hungry kiss.
"Mine," Eric pressed deep inside me one last time, his cum filling me up.
As we both came down from our shared highs, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back while pulling me into his chest. I laid my head against it as he covered us with the blanket and left a tender kiss on my forehead. I didn't miss the slight red tint on his cock from taking my virginity but I knew I would bleed. Yet I wasn't in the mood to get up to clean up quite yet.
"Are you alright?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, a bit sore but I'm okay," I laid my chin on his chest so I could look into his eyes. "Thank you, Eric."
He pursed his lips. "For what?"
"Everything. From earlier at the party to what we did. You made me feel wanted for the first time in a long time. I know you had that rule of no virgins-."
"Hey," he cut me off. "I told you, you were different. I have every intention of making this a serious thing, little crow."
We shared another kiss and when I pulled away, Eric cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.
"If you let me, I'd spend the next handful of years making you feel that way."
For once, the smile that spread across my face was genuine and bright, feeling the love course through me. "There's no way I'm letting you go, Eric."
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