SYNOPSIS: taking eric’s mind off of things to help him sleep.
CHARACTER: male reader x eric daniels
NOTE: ...idk
kinktober masterlist .
WC: 0,6k
WARNING: belly bulge,, breeding kink,, size difference,, reader has a big cock,, praise,, soft sex,, more fluff than anything tbh,,
“o—oh shit..” eric breathed meekly, his eyes fluttering as you pushed your cock head inside. “tell me if it hurts, alright? i’ll stop.” you murmur, your hands rubbing soothing circles into the skin of his abdomen.
“…s’alright.” he managed, his own hands fisting into the sheets, back arching up slightly. his voice might’ve cracked on the end of the word, but who were you to judge? that’s not your focus right now, your boyfriend is.
eric feebly keens, gritting his teeth as you slowly inch your hips forward, your cock sliding in deeper. yes, eric was prepped. was it enough? no. your fingers were big, but it certainly didn’t amount to the size of your cock. even if you had done this multiple times, you’re huge in every way, shape and form in comparison to eric.
“you’re doing so good, baby.” you whisper tenderly, leaning down to press a soft, chaste kiss to his forehead. eric subconsciously chases the touch, eyes closing and lips parting in a tiny gasp as his hand blindly reaches out to grab you. you’re quick to intertwine your fingers with his, thumb rubbing against his. “yea, i’m here. right here, not going anywhere.”
“i should’ve—been sleeping on the couch.” eric breathed, shifting on the bed a bit as he clenched around you. that action earned a small hiss from you, yet you stayed where you were. you mutter a curse word under your breath before you answer. “..don’t speak nonsense, eric. you’re my boyfriend.”
“you can’t get a full night’s sleep because of me.”
“you’re..” you pause mid sentence, pushing your cock about two thirds of the way in. “..more important than sleep. your health is more important than sleep. i’ll be just fine. and don’t you even dare apologize.”
“mgghh.. mmm.” eric’s lips purse in a pout as he leaned his head back into the pillow, clenching even more around you as he tried to get used to the intrusion.
finally, after a minute or so, you started moving, keeping your pace gentle. making love and fucking were two different things.
“breathe, eric. it’s okay.” you soothed him, continuously pressing slow, gentle kisses all over his face. as if on cue, eric’s breath stammered, eyebrows knitted together. “you’re here with me, no one else. it’s just me.”
your soft reassurance makes eric stay focused on you, which is what you wanted, needed, actually. yeah he was floaty, but in a good way this time.
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“a—ah,, fuck.” eric spluttered, his thighs trembling as he did his best to keep them open, keep them spread just as you requested at the very start. your hand was still holding his to show pure, unfiltered affection. however, your other hand was on eric’s lower abdomen, where a bulge kept popping up whenever you thrusted in.
“you’re gorgeous, baby. so perfect.” the sight would’ve made your knees buckle had you been standing, but instead, it sent a strange need to take care of him.
your pace had picked up to a steady one, one you could maintain and one that didn’t utterly overwhelm eric—you knew how easy that could be.
your lips trailed down his scarred torso slowly, reverently, as if you were trying to memorize every ridge and bump. “..you feel so good. look even better. i love seeing you so pliant and relaxed.” you mention softly as eric’s own free hand settled over yours on his abdomen.
once he started to feel the bulge under his palm, breathy moans left his mouth. he had never noticed that before. he has felt how big you were, of course, but he never.. expected you to be so deep inside him. he clenched around you at the realization, hips stuttering subconsciously.
this type of soft, gentle sex always made eric sleepy. but that was the whole point. to get him to sleep.
Aftermath (2024) | Dylan Sprouse as Corporal Eric Daniels
“I am righteously fucked in my head. See, there's a burning in my brain that won't stop until I stop breathing. All of this, everything... that is my last will and testament, my legacy-”
“Dude, I don't care. Please stop talking. You're giving me a headache.”
