thinking about sex with erik campbell. he loves giving and receiving, but my god does he love a good blowjob, especially with that prince albert piercing of his, though what really pushed him over the edge towards getting it was you. he’d been debating it since before you’d even gotten together, but a few months in he brings it up, under the guise of a joke but also to feel out your thoughts on the matter. your sex life was already amazing, fantastic even but this would take things to a whole new level. he also knew, that the healing process would be a hell of a journey.
but the look on your face when he brings it up solidifies his plans, he’s getting that piercing, even if it means 12 weeks of hell without getting to fuck you.
the first time you see it, once it’s all nice and healed up, your tongue just about falls out of your head. you and erik had been making out in his room for the past half hour, forgetting about the movie you’d put on, when you feel his length press up into your core. “‘s healed y’know,” is all he says and your hand is down his jeans. he hisses at the touch, sensitive seeing as he’s not been touched like this in months.
you start pushing his shirt up his torso with your free hand, and erik gets the hint and tugs it off, tossing in somewhere in his room. he sighs in contentment at the kisses you press to his neck, making your way down his chest, stopping and paying extra attention to his pierced nipples, all while jerking your hand up and down his shaft.
eventually you make your way in between his legs, tugging his pants and boxers down with you, letting his cock free. the metal of the piercing catches in the light, drawing your eyes to it, your mouth falls open in a moan at just the sight. before he can say anything, you’re taking him into your mouth, your moans sending vibrations through his cock.
he’s got a hand on the back of your head, gripping onto your hair and thrusting up into your mouth, fucking your face while you focus on both taking deep breaths through your nose and hollowing your cheeks around him.
next thing you know, he’s pulling your head up by your hair and saying, “the first time i cum with this thing ‘s gonna be inside your pussy,” and he’s pulling you up his body, taking your pants off somewhere along the way, and settling you down on his lap, pressing a hot kiss to your mouth as he tugs your panties to the side and starts running the head of his cock through your folds, smirking at your moans caused by the cool metal catching in your heat.
“c’mon baby, you can take it, can’t you?” he murmurs into you ear, voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed the head of his cock into you, and then he’s choking on a gasp when you swiftly sit yourself down fully, impaling yourself on his cock. “can you?” you whisper in his ear with a smirk on your face, taking his earlobe into your mouth and tugging on the hoop hanging from it.
my favorite genre of horror boys are the loser coded ones who are lowk dumb but have a heart of gold and unjustly died 💔💔 pls come home my sweet dumb wives the kids miss u
I know you not long just posted a fic of Erik Campbell but I was wondering if you could write a drabble about the sort of kinks he could possibly be into (just curious😉) I love ya so much & keep your chin up ! Xx
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Erik Campbell Kink Headcannons
CW: p in v, piercings, switch!Erik, voyeurism, scratching and hickeys, choking, phone sex, spanking, (pretty much all warnings are in the titles of each section)
a/n: I love my emo boyfriend!
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Of course, a Piercing Kink
Loves being in control of shoving a needle through your skin. After you started dating, he refused to let any one else pierce you. It was almost symbolic in a way. Far too profound for Erik.
The little whines you make when he pinches your skin a little too hard is music to his ears. And how your eyes would well up at him when he was done. Puckering your lip hoping he could kiss it and make it better. And of course, he could.
Wants you to play with his own piercings. Fingertips pinching his pierced nipples. Rotating the rings with your touch. Erik would grunt and gasp.
Nipple sucking is a must. Wants to feel your tongue circling his piercings. Causing his cock to swell and hips to rut. You were good with your mouth.
Would Never Admit It to Anyone Else, but He is Totally Into Being Dominated
Like you would jokingly thread your fingers through his hair once when he made a borderline misogynistic joke. Leading to a moan escaping him. Embarrassingly loud and pathetic. Your eyes would fly wide and you could not help but smile. "You like when I pull your hair, Erik?" your voice would drop to a sultry tone. "Uh-huh," he would squeak.
Sometimes he liked when the two of you would play fight and you would pin him down by his wrists. Rubbing your knee against his groin until his dick was rock hard. Keeping him pinned down until he was cumming in his pants.
Enjoying some soft degradation. When he would whisper something perverted to you in public, you would pinch him and tell him how he was a 'naughty boy.' Making sure to teach him a lesson later.
Really Into Hickeys and Scratches
Whether it’s giving or receiving, he does not care. Markings really help send the message that he belongs to someone, even better that you belong to him.
In love with the disgusted looks he will get from his family or customers. Making sure to show off the scratches on his arms for the days after. Not wearing a shirt under his jacket so people can see all the purple marks you left on his torso.
But he knew you did not share the same sentiments. Asking for him to keep the bruising to minimum. Places no one but him could see. Which led to him sucking your tits and thighs into oblivion. When someone would ask how you got the bruise on your leg, you would lie about how clumsy you were. Little bastard.
He loved when you got your nails done into a stiletto shape. Practically giving your claws. Perfect for scratching up his back as he fucked into you.
Choking Choking Choking
Erik has long slender fingers. Perfect for wrapping around your throat. Squeezing just enough that your jaw would unlock and you would gasp for air.
Loving to have you bent over on his mattress while he fucked you from behind. Using your throat to hold your body flush to his. Allowing both of you to watch how his cock slid in and out in the mirror at the edge of his bed.
Even grabbing you by the throat to pin you against the nearest wall. It made his cock jump when you would gasp extra loud. Mixing shock with a lack of air. Eyes glossy and wide as your lips parted to try to fill your lungs.
Spanking Fiend
Erik is definitely an ass man. He told me himself.
Making doggy style his favorite position. Able to clap his hands against your ass however hard and loud he wanted. Each moan that escaped you caused his dick to twitch.
This man has no shame for his feelings about you. Even smacking your ass in front of his family. Whistling after. Or even adding a ‘damn’ or ‘good girl’ at the end of it.
One time while he was pounding into you, he left a deep red mark on your left cheek. Smirking as he continued thrusting. Fingers tracing the puffy skin. “Maybe you should get my hand print tattooed right there. It would be so fucking hot,” he had groaned.
A Total Exhibitionist
Even the idea of someone walking in on you gets his balls aching. Making sure if he was home to leave the door unlocked. Who cared if his mom walked in? It’s not like you were quietly fucking upstairs. The mattress would scrape the floor and you would moan loudly when he made you cum.
So, every chance he got he risked it at work. His boss was a fucking prude anyway. If you stopped by just to see him, it would end with you bent over the piercing table. Cock shoved so deep inside you that you could feel his Prince Albert ring grazing your cervix. Making some over exaggerated moans of his own, praying his boss would walk in and see him balls deep in the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Even hooking up in the back of your car. He loved parking in a not-so-remote place and pulling you into the backseat. Fucking you until the car was shaking and the windows were foggy. He dared some suburban mom to come knocking. See if that stopped him. It would just make him fuck you louder.
Not Sure If It Counts as a Kink, but OBSESSED with Kissing
Any chance he gets to have his lips on yours, they are there.
Kissing you before bed. Kissing you first thing in the morning. Kissing you on the porch swing outside. His arms tucked loosely around your waist as he pressed his tongue into your mouth.
Even when his sister would groan and beg him to stop, he would just throw a middle finger up to her and continue kissing you. Making sure to open his mouth wide enough so that she could see his tongue penetrating yours.
Enjoys Phone Sex
When he has had a particularly long day and isn’t able to see you that night, he will shoot you a casual text.
‘What’re you wearing?’
‘Just out of the shower.’
And that alone would make his dick harden. Pitching a half-hard tent in his pants. Groaning as he laid back further into his pillows. Black skinny jeans still on from work. Taking a picture of his crotch to send you.
‘See what you do to me?’
You would blush. Feeling your folds immediately get slick. Dropping your towel and taking a picture of your nude body sprawled out on your mattress. Your free hand framing your breast.
And he would immediately call you. Hand already shoved down his pants and gripping his now fully erect cock.
‘Fucking tease.’
‘You think so?’
'I know so."
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// Thank you so much for reading! I haven’t done a headcannon list like this in a long time, but my sweet Megan requested some kink drabble and I made this. I appreciate all the love on my last Erik fic! Comments and Reblogs are appreciated //
pairing — erik campbell x fem! reader x bobby campbell
summary — bobby is a 19 year old virgin and erik, being the great brother that he is, decides that his girlfriend can help with that
warnings — 18+, explicit sexual content, virginity loss, cursing, mentions of body piercings (erik ofc), oral sex, mentions of weed, smoking cigarettes, threesome, erik just watches at first, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n — lord this one is wild and i genuinely hope this doesn’t count as inc3st
Bobby’s 19th birthday party was somehow already a disaster and a success at the same time. The house smelled like dollar store candles, pizza rolls, and Axe body spray. Music thumped too loudly through the old speakers Erik had found in someone’s garage last week, and the couch was half-covered in streamers and a suspicious stain no one had dared address.
There were too many people in the kitchen, the lights were too bright, and the snacks had long devolved into chaos, but Bobby? Bobby was thriving.
Wearing a backwards snapback that didn’t match his outfit, sunglasses inside, and a white tee a size too tight, he moved through the crowd like a human Labrador. Slapping backs, flexing biceps, waving a half-eaten slice of cake around like a sword. His voice boomed every few seconds—laughing too loud, misquoting memes from 2017 like they were hot off TikTok.
You were nursing a red solo cup of something too sweet, sitting on the arm of the couch when Erik came up behind you. You felt him before he even spoke, his hand sliding around your waist, breath warm near your jaw, always too close, too cocky.
“Dude, look at him,” Erik muttered, tone just low enough to make it feel like a secret. “You’d think we were celebrating his retirement.”
You turned your head, letting your temple graze his. “He’s happy.”
Erik made a face. “He’s a virgin.”
You snorted. “So?”
“He’s nineteen. And still a virgin. You know what happens if that doesn’t get handled soon?”
You raised an eyebrow, swirling the drink in your cup. “He turns into a werewolf?”
“No. Worse.” Erik took a long sip from his drink like it physically pained him to continue. “He develops an ego complex, falls down a Reddit hole, and two years later he’s blaming women on the internet for the fact that he can’t find the clit.”
You stared at Bobby, watching him bump chests with a guy he just beat at beer pong. His eyes sparkled like a puppy who just got told he was a very good boy.
You leaned a little closer to Erik, voice dropping into something silkier. “He is kind of hot, though.”
Erik stopped breathing. You could feel the shift in him—shoulders tensing slightly, head turning toward you in slow disbelief.
“What.”
You licked your lips, playing it up just to get a rise out of him. “I mean, he’s got those jock arms. Dumb energy. Big heart. Zero clue what to do with it. I could fix him.”
Erik just stared at you like you’d grown horns.
“You wanna cheat on me with my brother?”
“Not cheat,” you corrected sweetly, dragging a nail down his arm. “Help.”
He ran a hand down his face, visibly spiraling. “You are deranged.”
You leaned into his space again, lips grazing the shell of his ear, voice a teasing purr. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” he hissed, way too fast. His jaw twitched.
You leaned back just enough to see the look in his eyes—half disbelief, half Oh no I’m into this. The kind of chaos only Erik could embody: territorial and turned on, pissed and amused all at once.
“So?” you prompted.
He stared at the floor for a beat, then the ceiling, then you. You watched his tongue press against the inside of his cheek before he exhaled like he was selling his soul to the devil.
“Alright. Let’s go help him.”
The house was quieter two hours later.
Empty red solo cups littered the counters. Someone’s jacket was crumpled over the microwave. A balloon floated lazily against the ceiling like it, too, had given up. Erik sat at the kitchen table, slouched back in a chair with one leg kicked out and a cigarette dangling between his fingers. Smoke curled lazily toward the overhead light, casting everything in a hazy yellow glow.
Bobby stumbled in, hair a mess, shirt rumpled, cheeks still flushed with leftover adrenaline. He looked like someone who had just been told he was awesome twelve too many times.
“Dude,” Bobby said, breathless, opening the fridge like he was searching for buried treasure. “That was the best party of my life. Did you see Trevor let me carry him up the stairs? I mean, I dropped him on the third step, but like… he laughed.”
Erik didn’t look up from the cigarette. “Congrats, man. You peaked.”
Bobby grabbed a bottle of something halfway expired and twisted off the cap, chugging like he was in a college movie.
“You’re in a good mood,” Erik muttered, finally meeting his gaze.
Bobby leaned against the counter, sipping more slowly now. “Yeah, well. It’s my birthday. Also, I think your girlfriend winked at me.”
Erik exhaled a long stream of smoke and tilted his head. “She did more than that, bro.”
Bobby blinked. “...What?”
Erik tapped the ash off his cigarette, watching the ember glow. Then he glanced up again, expression unreadable.
“She thinks you’re hot.”
There was a pause. Bobby frowned.
“Wait, like… joking hot or like—”
“Like she offered to take your virginity as a favor to society.”
Bobby’s jaw dropped, a bottle of Sprite halfway to his mouth. “What?!”
“She said you’ve got dumb energy,” Erik added, deadpan.
Bobby blinked. “I mean… I do, but—”
Erik pointed the cigarette at him like it was a moral compass. “Listen to me. I don’t know what kind of glow-up puberty gave you, but if you’re gonna start pulling that kind of attention, you need to know how to handle it.”
Bobby squinted. “Handle what? You’re not seriously saying—wait. Wait, are you mad?”
“Mad?” Erik scoffed. “No. I’m your older brother. I’m here to guide your dumbass into manhood.”
“That sounds like a cult pitch.”
“Shut up.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, cigarette balanced loosely between two fingers. “Look. You’re nineteen. You’ve got that whole boy-next-door thing going for you. Girls love that shit. But if you start swinging your dick around like a prize, you’re gonna crash and burn.”
Bobby raised a brow. “...This is weird advice coming from you.”
“Yeah, well.” Erik gave him a tight smirk. “That’s why I’m not telling you to be me. I’m telling you to take the shortcut. You wanna lose it? Fine. You want her to show you the ropes? Great. Just don’t be a creep about it. Don’t fall in love with your first lay. And never tell Julia.”
Bobby made a choking noise. “Jules would literally kill us all.”
“Exactly.” Erik stood up, stretched his arms overhead, his tank top riding up just enough to show a hint of ink. “So if anything happens… it didn’t.”
Bobby nodded slowly. “Right. Operation: Denial.”
Erik clapped a hand on his shoulder, smirking. “That’s my boy.”
And with that, he walked off down the hall, dragging smoke and bad ideas behind him.
Bobby stood there alone for a second, holding the bottle and blinking at the dark kitchen.
“…Wait, am I about to lose my virginity?”
The next day, you were on the porch, sunglasses on, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. Your legs were kicked up on the railing, Erik’s hoodie slouched over your frame like it lived there now. Hair a little messy. A smudge of something pink on your cheek. You looked like the aftermath of something that left a mark.
Bobby hovered in the doorway like he was approaching a tiger in stilettos.
“…Hey,” he said finally, voice cracking halfway through it.
You lowered your glasses just enough to look at him. “Morning, birthday boy.”
He swallowed. “So. Uh. Last night.”
You took a slow sip from your mug. “Mhm.”
“Did that… like… happen?”
You tilted your head, watching him squirm. “Define that, sweetheart.”
Bobby flushed. “The part where you and Erik were… talking about… you know.” He gestured vaguely at the universe. “Helping me.”
You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at him for a moment, amused, your tongue pressing into your cheek like you were deciding how much chaos to unleash before noon.
“Yeah,” you said finally. “We were.”
Bobby blinked. “You were serious?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You think I wink at people as a joke?”
He made a small, confused hand motion. “I don’t know, I just figured it was like… ironic flirting. Y’know, like when people flirt with customer service workers so they don’t feel like dying?”
You leaned forward, placing your coffee down with a soft clink. “Bobby. You’re hot. Tall. Built like a linebacker. Dumb as bricks in the most adorable way possible. You think I wouldn’t want to ruin you a little?”
He stared at you like you just told him he was actually descended from the heavens. “Oh my God.”
You smiled slowly. “Still want my help?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then—softly, earnestly, with a kind of sacred awe—“I think I’d let you run me over with a truck.”
You laughed. Really laughed. Then stood up and ruffled his hair with both hands. “Good boy.”
Just then, Erik stepped onto the porch, shirtless, yawning, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear.
He paused. Squinted at the two of you.
“…Are you guys flirting?” he asked, deadpan.
You didn’t miss a beat. “No.”
Bobby, nearly vibrating: “YES.”
Erik looked between you both, eyes narrowing. “Do not bang my brother before breakfast.”
You raised your mug in salute. “No promises.”
Later that day, Bobby found you alone in the living room. Erik had just left to pick up some tattoo supplies and probably a breakfast burrito the size of his ego. You were sprawled across the couch in biker shorts and a crop top, one leg hooked over the armrest, flipping through a magazine like you weren’t plotting a moral collapse.
Bobby hesitated in the doorway like his conscience was still buffering.
You didn’t look up. “You gonna hover or sit?”
He obeyed immediately, flopping onto the couch cushion beside you like he’d been waiting for permission to breathe. “Okay, so—hypothetically—if this were to happen…”
You turned your head, one brow raised. “If?”
Bobby flushed. “When. When. Sorry. I’m still, like, mentally short-circuiting.”
You smirked. “Cute.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “So… Friday— Julia’s still on that cabin trip with her friends. Mom and Dad are outta town… So the house’ll be empty.”
“Except for us,” you said, giving him a slow, deliberate look.
He gulped. “Okay. Yeah. That’s… That’s good.”
You tilted your head, pretending to think. “What time do you usually wake up on a Friday?”
“Uh. Ten?”
“Make it nine. I want you showered. Teeth brushed. Hair fluffed.”
He blinked. “Fluffed?”
You leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something warm and smoky. “Bobby, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. You’re about to be ruined for other women. The least you can do is smell good.”
He made a small whimpering noise. “Oh my God.”
You sat up and leaned toward him, eyes playful but sharp. “No breakfast burritos. No garlic. No Axe body spray. And wear those grey sweatpants.”
He blinked. “You noticed my sweatpants?”
You just smirked. “Everybody noticed your sweatpants.”
Bobby looked like his soul had momentarily left his body. “Okay. Okay. I can do this. This is fine. I’m fine.”
You reached over, gently tugged the drawstring of his shorts. “You better be.”
He swallowed hard. “Wait—where’s it gonna happen? My room? Living toom?”
You chuckled. “Please. The living room’s sacred ground. We’re using Erik’s room.”
His eyes widened. “Dude. That feels… wrong.”
You grinned. “Exactly.”
He choked on his own spit.
You leaned back again, casual and predatory all at once. “So. Friday. Nine a.m. Clean, quiet, ready. You knock once and Erik will open the door. And then…”
“Then?” he asked, eyes huge.
You smiled like a cat with a mouse under her paw. “Then I make you forget every crush you ever had.”
From the hallway, the front door creaked open.
Erik’s voice called out. “Yo! You guys better not be doing bonding shit in there!”
You called back smoothly. “We’re just talking!”
Bobby, under his breath, lips pale: “I think I’m gonna die.”
You glanced at him, tossed your hair back, and whispered, “Not before Friday, you’re not.”
Friday. 9:03 AM.
Erik’s room smelled like him—cologne, smoke, leather, and something distinctly male and reckless. The kind of scent that stayed on your skin, even after a shower. You were perched on the edge of his unmade bed, legs crossed, nails painted and gleaming under the soft morning light that filtered through slatted blinds.
Bobby stood in the doorway, looking like a crime about to happen. Grey sweatpants. White tee stretched over his chest. Hands fidgeting at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with the sudden weight of his body. He looked at you, then glanced toward the corner chair.
Erik was already there. Slouched back, legs spread wide, black joggers riding low on his hips, coffee in one hand and a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside him. His gaze was unreadable, flicking from his brother to you like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or light the match.
“You’re late,” you said, lifting an eyebrow as Bobby stepped inside.
“I—I had to shave. I didn’t want to be prickly. Or sweaty. Or like, too… I don’t know, eager.” Bobby’s voice cracked halfway through and he winced.
You smiled slowly, rising from the bed. “Relax. You’re not being sacrificed.”
Bobby swallowed hard, eyes wide as you walked toward him. He looked like he’d never seen a woman walk in his life.
You hooked a finger through his waistband and gently tugged him closer. “Let’s start slow.”
He nodded so fast it looked like a glitch.
You cupped his jaw, thumb brushing across his cheek, and leaned in, your lips ghosting over his before you pressed into him. His mouth opened on instinct, unsure and eager, but you kissed him like you had all the time in the world to teach him.
His hands hovered at your sides, too polite, too careful.
“Touch her,” Erik said from the corner, voice low and unbothered.
Bobby jerked slightly, blinking at him. “W-What?”
“Jesus, man,” Erik exhaled, eyes sharp but lazy, “you think she’s gonna bite?”
“She will,” you murmured, nipping Bobby’s bottom lip. “But only if you’re lucky.”
That seemed to short-circuit him. His hands slid to your waist, trembling a little, and you kissed him deeper, guiding him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed. You pushed him down gently, straddling him, hands in his hair, hips rocking just barely to test him.
And oh—he was already getting there. Poor boy was flushed, pupils blown wide, already hard against the thin barrier of his sweatpants.
Erik leaned back, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, watching. Not leering. Not possessive. Just… invested. Smirking. Maybe a little impressed.
“You’re really doing this,” he muttered, voice coated in lazy amusement. “Can’t say I didn’t think about it. But damn.”
Bobby pulled back slightly, panting, lips kiss-bruised. “Is this… like, is this weird? That you’re—”
“I’m here to supervise,” Erik said, deadpan. “Making sure you don’t cry or nut too fast.”
You bit back a grin. “Yeah, baby. This is hands-on mentorship.”
Bobby let out a strangled sound that might’ve been a laugh or a prayer.
You leaned down again, this time slower, with a little more weight in it, your tongue sliding over his as you kissed him like he was something you’d waited for. Like ruining him was a favor you were doing for both of you.
Erik stretched, muscles rippling, his eyes dark now. “Don’t let him get lazy,” he said, voice molasses-slick. “If you’re gonna teach him, teach him.”
“Oh,” you purred, rocking your hips against Bobby’s slowly, “I plan on it.”
You pulled back from Bobby just enough to meet his gaze, your thumb brushing his swollen bottom lip. He looked wrecked already, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes dazed like he couldn’t believe this was real.
You dipped your head again, but instead of kissing him, your lips grazed his jaw, down to his throat, and then to the collar of his t-shirt.
“Take this off,” you murmured.
He obeyed immediately, tugging the shirt over his head with a clumsy kind of urgency. You didn’t rush. You just sat back and watched the reveal—broad chest, soft tan lines, that little trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He looked like a boy trying hard to be a man, and that innocence made your mouth water.
You slid your hands up his stomach, nails grazing skin just enough to make him twitch. “Not bad, birthday boy.”
He swallowed hard. “Should I—uh—should I take yours off too or—”
Erik cut in from the chair, voice like dry smoke. “Ask permission first, dumbass.”
You turned to shoot Erik a look, half grin, half warning. “He’s learning.”
Bobby blinked up at you. “Can I—can I take yours off?”
You tilted your head, teasing. “You gonna be gentle?”
He nodded so fast it made you laugh softly.
“Then go ahead.”
His hands were hesitant at first, brushing your hips, sliding up your sides to the hem of your crop top. You raised your arms for him, and he peeled it off slowly, like he was unwrapping something forbidden.
His eyes widened as you sat there bare above him—no bra, no shame. You leaned forward and tugged his hands up to your chest.
“Touch,” you said, tone low and warm.
He did. Carefully. Reverently. Like he wasn’t sure if it was a dream. From the chair, Erik exhaled a breath through his nose, blue eyes focused.
“You’re shaking,” you murmured, kissing Bobby’s jaw. “Still scared?”
Bobby let out a breathless little laugh. “Kinda.”
“Good.” You nipped his ear. “Means you’ll remember it.”
Your fingers slipped down his torso, grazing the waistband of his sweatpants.
“These go next,” you whispered. “But you’re not the only one losing layers.”
You stood slowly, watching his eyes follow every movement. You hooked your thumbs into your shorts and shimmied out of them, one side at a time, until they pooled at your feet. The air kissed your thighs, and Bobby’s mouth parted slightly when he saw your panties.
You stepped out and climbed back onto the bed, straddling him again.
“Okay,” you said softly, fingers ghosting along his waistband. “You ready?”
He nodded, almost too fast again.
Erik leaned forward slightly in his chair, elbows on his knees, that lazy smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t pass out,” he muttered. “We just got to the good part.”
You slid closer to Bobby, breath warm against his skin, fingers tracing the line of his jaw before settling at the base of his neck. His pulse hammered beneath your touch, every nerve begging for something, anything, from you.
Without hesitation, you dipped your head, lips ghosting down his collarbone, pausing just above the waistband of his sweats. Your hands cupped his hips as you leaned in, eyes locked with his for a heartbeat before you let your mouth do the talking.
Slow, deliberate kisses trailed lower, teasing, coaxing, until you were tracing the edge of the fabric. Your tongue flicked out, slipping beneath the band, drawing a soft gasp from him that made your pulse quicken.
“Fuck... shit,” Bobby breathed out, voice trembling like it caught him off guard.
You worked with patience, hands sliding up his thighs as your lips parted around the tip, gentle at first like you were savoring the taste, learning every curve. His fingers tangled in your hair, breath hitching, eyes fluttering closed as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, slow and sure.
“God, that’s... fuck, yeah,” he gasped, hips pushing forward with a shaky urgency, desperate for more even as you kept him on the edge.
The heat between you spiked, his hips rolling forward on instinct, pressing closer as you took him in, careful to keep the pace just right—teasing enough to drive him wild but not so fast he lost control.
You looked up through your lashes, lips slick and swollen, and caught the raw need in his gaze. He was already undone, every breath shallow, every muscle tense.
“You good?” you murmured, voice thick with promise.
He swallowed hard, voice rough and ragged. “Never... never been better.”
You’re lost in the moment, every slow, teasing motion drawing Bobby deeper, his breath hitching and his hands clutching your hair like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. His eyes are half-lidded, desperate and stunned, like you’re literally stealing the air from his lungs.
From the corner, Erik’s voice cuts through the haze, low and sarcastic, like he’s calling the play-by-play on a goddamn championship game.
“Alright, folks—Bobby’s in the danger zone now,” he drawls, eyes locked on the scene like he’s got front-row seats. “Slowing the pace, but the crowd’s on edge. Can he handle the pressure?”
Bobby groans, muffled against his hand. “Dude... c’mon, s-stapH.”
Erik smirks, lighting a cigarette. “Oh, he’s begging already! That’s gotta be a first.”
You glance up briefly, biting back a grin before diving back in. Bobby’s hands grip tighter, hips twitching like he’s fighting a losing battle.
“Bobby’s defenses are breaking down—full surrender imminent,” Erik narrates like it’s the final seconds of overtime. “Can he hold out? Or is this gonna be a quick win for Team ‘Girlfriend’?”
“Dude—fuck—c’mon, man!” Bobby whines, voice shaky, lips pressed hard against you, eyes squeezed shut as if that’ll save him.
You hum against his skin, teasing just enough to drive him crazy, fingers threading through his hair, grounding him even as his world spins.
Erik leans back, blowing out smoke, eyes gleaming. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you seal the deal. Bobby’s officially outplayed.”
Bobby groans again, breathless and defeated but grinning like a kid caught stealing cookies.
You finally pull back, letting him catch his breath, his chest rising and falling fast, cheeks flushed like a champ who just scored. You lay back on the bed, parting your thighs for him. He takes a deep breath before climbing on top of you so he’s hovering just above your pussy.
Bobby's inexperienced but eager movements sent tingles through you, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. You watched him, heart fluttering at the sight of him, lost in concentration as he explored your body with tentative touches.
His tongue darted out tentatively, brushing against your folds, making you gasp softly. He looked up at you, eyes wide and questioning, clearly unsure if he was doing it right. You gave him an encouraging nod, threading your fingers through his hair gently.
"You're doing great, Bobby," you reassured him, voice breathy. "Just follow your instincts."
Emboldened by your praise, he leaned in closer, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin. He seemed to be figuring it out bit by bit, his movements becoming more confident as he tasted and teased you.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he murmured against your skin, glancing up at you with a blend of trepidation and yearning. "I don't want to mess this up."
You smiled softly, cupping his cheek. "Just relax and enjoy this."
He nodded, determination settling in his gaze as he returned his attention to pleasuring you. His tongue delved deeper, not quite finding your clit yet.
Bobby looks up at you nervously, his eyes searching yours for guidance. You give him an encouraging smile, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair reassuringly.
"It's okay, you're doing great," you murmur softly, arching your back slightly to press your hips up towards his face invitingly.
Bobby takes a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly before diving in again. This time, his tongue glides across your slick folds with a bit more confidence, circling your entrance before darting inside teasingly.
Bobby’s doing his best. Honestly. He’s trying so hard, and you can feel the effort in every careful movement, every awkward adjustment like he’s solving a Rubik’s cube with his tongue. You let him keep going, because it’s sweet… but that sweetness doesn’t do much when it’s not quite hitting the spot.
From his place nearby, Erik’s been watching with a cigarette half-lit and an eyebrow cocked so high it might fly off his face. His arms are crossed, lip twitching like he’s been holding back commentary for a solid minute.
Finally, he exhales a sharp breath through his nose, flicks the cigarette into a tray, and stands up like a guy who's had enough of watching a YouTube tutorial done wrong.
“Okay,” he says, clapping once like a disappointed professor. “Move over, Bobby. That’s enough community service for one night.”
Bobby looks up, lips wet and confused. “Huh?”
Erik’s already kneeling down next to him, rolling his neck like he’s about to crack his knuckles and fix your entire day. “You gave it the ol’ college try, man. Really. I’m proud of you. But I can’t sit here watching you treat her like a Sudoku puzzle any longer.”
Bobby frowns. “I wasn’t—wait, is it that bad?”
You bite your lip, torn between laughter and arousal. “It’s not bad, it’s just… not illegal either.”
Erik grins, wicked and sure of himself. “Don’t worry, rookie. This is a team sport.”
And before Bobby can protest, Erik’s got one hand sliding over your thigh, the other brushing Bobby’s shoulder like a tag-in at a wrestling match.
“Pay attention, kid,” he murmurs against your skin, voice dark and low. “Class is in session.”
With practiced ease, Erik guides Bobby’s hands, adjusting the angle, encouraging the right touch. His voice drops low and teasing as he coaches, “Not too hard, don’t forget to listen. You feel that? Good. Keep that up.”
Erik's guidance transformed Bobby's touch from uncertain to confident. Under his brother's steady hand, Bobby found a rhythm, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, focused flicks of his tongue.
"That's it, just like that," Erik encouraged, a predatory gleam in his eye as he watched Bobby work. His own arousal was evident, straining against his jeans as he knelt beside you both.
You found yourself lost in the sensation, back arching off the bed as Bobby's tongue circled your clit with growing skill. Erik's fingers dug into Bobby's shoulder, urging him on, his own breath coming faster.
"Fuck, you're doing so good," Erik groaned, his other hand skimming up your thigh, teasingly close to where Bobby's mouth worked. "Keep going, just like that. Make her cum all over you."
Bobby groaned against you, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure racing through your nerves. Erik's filthy words and the knowledge of them watching you together pushed you closer to the edge, your hips rocking instinctively against Bobby's face.
Erik watches intently from his position behind Bobby, his hand guiding the younger man's head as he whispers words of encouragement.
"That's it, just like that," Erik praises, his deep voice sending vibrations through Bobby's mouth directly to your core. "Use more pressure, and focus on her clit."
Bobby follows Erik's lead, latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling gently. His inexperienced enthusiasm is actually quite endearing as he explores your body with growing fervor.
Your breathing hitches as the dual sensations of Erik's guiding hand and Bobby's eager mouth overwhelm your senses. You thread your fingers through Bobby's hair, pulling him closer as your thighs begin to tremble.
"F-fuck..." you gasp out, your hips bucking involuntarily against Bobby's face as he brings you closer to the edge with every swipe of his talented tongue.
Erik leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, swallowing your moans as Bobby brought you to a shattering climax. You came apart between them, tremors wracking your body as Bobby lapped up your release, guided by Erik's knowing hands and gravelly praise.
Erik’s hands are already on your hips, mouth hot on your neck, when he starts shedding layers like he’s got somewhere better to be, but clearly, this is the main event. Shirt flung over the back of a chair, belt clinking as it hits the floor, boots kicked off without a second thought.
Bobby’s still sitting beside you, wide-eyed, probably rethinking every decision that brought him here, especially when Erik’s boxers hit the ground with zero hesitation.
And then—
“Bro,” Bobby chokes, voice cracking halfway through. “You have a piercing on your—on your dick?!”
He’s blinking like he just saw a crime scene. His hand lifts automatically, like he’s about to cross himself or call the authorities.
Erik doesn’t even flinch. He just smirks, one brow raised, stepping fully into view like a man very proud of his hardware.
“Prince Albert, baby,” he says casually, as if it’s just another tattoo. “Adds a little extra sparkle to the family jewels.”
Bobby’s still frozen, blinking rapidly. “Why would you do that to yourself?”
Erik shrugs, not missing a beat. “Because I like making people believe in God again.”
Your laugh breaks the tension, breathless and sharp, and Erik shoots you a wink before crawling back onto the bed like a performer who’s just dropped the mic.
Bobby’s still staring, somewhere between traumatized and deeply curious.
Erik throws an arm around his shoulders as he settles in. “Don’t worry. By the end of this, you’ll be grateful for every disturbing thing I’ve ever done.”
The air in Erik’s room is thick with heat and breathless energy, music humming low in the background like a pulse neither of them can ignore. You’re lying back, already flushed, your skin slick with anticipation, heart thundering like a drumbeat that only speeds up when Erik settles on one side of you and Bobby hesitates on the other.
“Come on, Bobby,” Erik murmurs, voice rough like gravel and whiskey, leaning over you to flash his brother a grin that’s half taunt, half dare. “Don’t get shy now. You’re not gonna break her.”
Bobby looks torn between holy awe and cardiac arrest, his eyes flicking from you to Erik and back again, lips parted as if searching for words but forgetting how they work. Still, he moves closer, drawn like gravity, and when his hand brushes your hip, it’s tentative, reverent.
You reach for him, fingers curling around his wrist, guiding him in with a soft, sultry pull. “You’re doing good, Bobby,” you murmur, and that’s all it takes.
His mouth crashes against yours, all nervous energy and clumsy hunger, but it works and you let him press you down into the sheets as Erik watches with that signature smirk that says he knew it would go like this.
“Christ,” Erik mutters, jerking himself off lazily as he sits back and watches. “This is better than pay-per-view.”
You arch into Bobby’s touch, and Erik finally pushes himself onto his knees with that casual confidence, settling near your face. Bobby turns his head for a split second—and freezes.
“Bro—” he chokes out, face going red. “You’re really just gonna let her suck you off? With that thing?!”
Erik just stretches, shameless and proud. “What, the piercing? You’ll thank me later. She definitely will. Besides do you think she never gave me a blow before?”
He slides behind you now, his chest warm against your back, lips grazing your shoulder. “Mind if I take over for a sec?” he murmurs, voice low enough that Bobby has to lean in to catch it. “You can watch and learn.”
You can feel Bobby nod before he even says anything, his eyes wide, lips wet and slightly parted. Erik’s hands ghost along your sides, slow and deliberate, and Bobby’s still kneeling at your thighs, his breathing uneven, like he’s caught between fascination and overload.
Then Erik reaches forward, guiding Bobby’s hand like he had earlier, but this time it's different—hungrier. More intimate. His voice is a murmur against your ear as he whispers instructions, half for Bobby, half for you.
“Just like that. Feel that?” He smirks as your body reacts, your breath catching. “She likes that. You’re doin’ alright.”
Bobby groans softly, his voice raw. “This is insane…”
“Yeah,” Erik says with a grin, “but you’re not tapping out, are you?”
The silence stretches and then Bobby shakes his head very eagerly, breathless. “Hell no.”
You pull him back to you with a smile that says good, your hands tangled in his shirt, Erik’s body flush against yours, all heat and teasing fingertips and tangled limbs.
And when you moan just loud enough, Erik lets out a laugh, smug and sinful.
“Happy birthday, baby brother.”
It’s happening—really happening—and Bobby’s frozen for a beat, like his brain just blue-screened mid-installation. One second he's hovering, nervous as hell, heart rattling in his ribs like a caged bird, and the next...
He sinks into you.
And that’s when his soul momentarily leaves his body.
His breath punches out of him like he’s been socked in the chest. His hands immediately grip the sheets like he’s trying not to float off the planet. Green eyes wide, jaw slack, a raw, involuntary noise tumbles out of his throat—somewhere between a gasp, a whimper, and a desperate "holy sh—"
You’re warm and tight and real, and for Bobby—who’s only ever known the cold, pixelated touch of incognito mode—it’s too much and not enough, all at once. His whole face flushes a deep, beet-red, and he literally pants over you like he just ran five miles barefoot uphill.
“Oh my god—oh my god,” he stammers, completely wrecked already. “It feels—this is—you’re—”
Erik just leans back against the headboard, grinning like he just sold front-row tickets to the most dramatic moment of Bobby’s life.
“Bro,” Erik says with a laugh, “You look like you just saw the second coming.”
Bobby can’t even look at him. His head dips, breath hitching, forehead brushing your shoulder as he moans, shaky and ruined. “I’m not gonna last—I can’t—dude.”
Erik smirks. “Nah, nah. You’re doing great. Just… maybe think about your taxes or baseball or something.”
“Why would I think about baseball?!”
“Exactly.”
You bite your lip to stifle a giggle as Bobby fumbles, overwhelmed and stunned and completely consumed. He looks up at you, eyes blown wide, voice breathless and reverent.
“You’re so perfect, I swear I’m—this is—thank you, oh my god—thank you.”
Erik just claps once from the sidelines like a proud coach watching his underdog score.
“Look at my boy. Whole personality rewiring in real-time.”
Bobby’s barely hanging onto reality at this point, he’s fully gone, moving with raw instinct now, like something ancient and primal just got lit up inside him. Every thrust is wild and needy, like he’s chasing something he doesn’t even have words for yet. He’s panting against your skin, muttering breathless nonsense like “so good, so good, I can’t—” over and over, caught somewhere between prayer and delirium.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, grounding him as much as they’re clinging for dear life.
And Erik? Oh, he’s collected. Too collected. The exact opposite of his little brother’s desperate rhythm. He’s kneeling above you, mouth twitching into a smirk as he slides two fingers beneath your chin and tilts your head just the way he likes it.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice velvet-draped danger. “Don’t forget about me now.”
His hips move with an infuriating sort of control, slow and deliberate, as if he’s got all the time in the world to teach you exactly how he likes it. One hand holds your jaw steady, the other stroking over your hair like he owns the moment, because he does.
“Goddamn,” he groans as you take him into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a second before snapping back to you with laser focus. “You’re filthy. Look at you—wrecked on both ends.”
Behind you, Bobby moans—a high, desperate sound that he clearly didn’t mean to let out. “I—I’m gonna—oh my god—”
Erik tilts his head, peering over your shoulder like he’s checking in on a toddler making a mess. “Bobby,” he calls out, voice calm but amused. “Buddy. Pace yourself. This isn’t a sprint.”
Bobby’s too far gone to listen, though. He mutters something incoherent and doubles down, rocking into you with a groan that practically trembles in his throat.
Erik watches the two of you, biting down a grin. “Jesus. He’s like a damn dog in mating season.”
Then he looks back at you, voice dropping to something low and wicked. “Good thing I know how to take my time.”
Then—
Bobby cums. Hard. Inside of you.
Bobby’s still inside you, frozen like a statue, lips parted as his brain slowly catches up to what his body just did. He blinks. Once. Twice.
Then he breathes, “...Oh my god.”
You hum, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, eyes still glazed with pleasure. “That good, huh?”
He looks like he just committed a crime in three states and turned himself in. “I—I didn’t mean to. I mean, I did, but I didn’t—Erik’s gonna kill me.”
For a second, no one says anything.
The air is thick, sticky with sweat and something heavier, Bobby’s breath caught in his throat, your body still twitching with the aftershocks, and Erik?
Erik is staring.
Not blinking. Not speaking. Just… staring.
Bobby’s eyes widen, panicked. “I came in her.” Like it wasn’t obvious.
Erik tilts his head.
“Dude. You lasted two and a half minutes, blew your load in my girl?” Erik stops. Looks at him. Then at you. Then shakes his head with a low whistle. “The audacity…”
You shift, propping yourself up on your elbows. “I mean, you could at least pretend to be mad.”
“I was mad,” Erik says, starting to smirk like the devil. “Until I saw the look on his face. He came like a choirboy seeing heaven for the first time.”
Bobby groans and drops his face into the pillow, mortified. You giggle, fingers running lazily through his hair. “You okay down there?”
“No,” he says, voice muffled. “I just committed emotional incest.”
Erik snorts. “Relax. If I was gonna lose it, I’d have done it the second you started moaning like a Disney prince in heat.”
Bobby peeks up, cheeks still flushed. “You’re not mad?”
Erik’s eyes flick toward you, his smirk softening for just a moment. “Nah. I’m territorial, not jealous. She’s still mine.”
You blink up at him, breath caught somewhere in your chest. “You’re definitely not mad?”
“I’m insulted,” he mutters. “But mostly turned on. That’s the problem.”
You're lying in the wreckage of what used to be a bed—sheets twisted, limbs sprawled, the air still heavy with sweat and something else too wicked to name. Erik's arm is slung across your waist like a claim, thumb idly stroking your skin. Bobby’s somewhere at the foot of the bed, looking like he just won the lottery and got hit by a bus at the same time.
It’s quiet.
Too quiet.
You stretch, all faux-innocent, and murmur into the air, “Y’know… Bobby’s kind of a natural.”
Both men freeze.
Erik’s thumb stops mid-stroke. His head turns, slow, eyes narrowing with surgical precision.
“I beg your pardon?”
You blink up at him, biting your lip, oh-so-casual. “I’m just saying. He was surprisingly good for a first time. Like, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s done this before.”
From the foot of the bed, Bobby perks up. “Wait, really?”
Erik sits up like he’s been electrocuted.
“Oh my god,” he mutters. “You liked it?”
You tilt your head, pretending to think. “I mean… the enthusiasm? Immaculate. And he—”
“Don’t,” Erik cuts in sharply, holding up a finger. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence unless you want me to take your legs off at the knees with my mouth.”
You snort.
“Bobby, put some clothes on,” Erik barks suddenly, not even looking at him.
“Why?” Bobby asks, confused and still very much not moving.
“Because if you don’t, I might black out and do something unspeakable out of pure rage,” Erik hisses.
You hum, still wicked. “Jealous?”
Erik rounds on you with that devil’s grin curling at the corner of his mouth, the kind of look that promises vengeance and velvet sin. “No, sweetheart,” he murmurs, crawling over you like a storm rolling in. “Jealous is what I’d be if you didn’t scream my name louder.”
You smile sweetly. “I don’t remember whose name I screamed louder.”
Erik pauses.
Stares.
And then?
“Okay. That’s it.”
Suddenly you’re flipped onto your stomach with a low growl and a slap to your ass that echoes.
“Bobby, out.”
“Wait—”
“NOW.”
Bobby scrambles off the bed, dragging the sheet with him like a panicked toga. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You didn’t,” Erik calls after him. “She did. But now you both suffer.”
Erik watches Bobby stomp toward the door like he’s just been sentenced to exile, but the second Bobby’s hand hits the handle, Erik calls out, his voice rough but low, almost reluctant.
“Hey, dumbass… come back here.”
Bobby pauses. The door’s still cracked open, the hallway light spilling in, but he hesitates like he’s been yanked back by some invisible leash.
“You really wanna go out there alone after all that? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Bobby’s eyes flicker, and for a second, he looks like he wants to argue.
Erik holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Nope. Come here.”
Bobby gives a shaky breath and turns back.
Erik opens his arms with a grunt, pulling him into this unexpectedly tight, almost protective hug. His chest rumbles low as Bobby melts into the embrace, the tension draining from his shoulders before Erik pushes him into your arms.
“Dumbass,” Erik mutters, the edges of his lips twitching into something like a smile. “You’re lucky you got me. Nobody else would’ve put up with your shit today.”
Bobby laughs softly, voice muffled against your bare skin. “Thanks, man.”
Erik pulls back, brushing a stray hair from Bobby’s forehead, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Now go put some clothes on before I change my mind and kick your ass again.”
"your 'rents home?" carter's deep voice never failed to strike your skittering heart, it's rough edges tingling your blood-filled flesh. it hasn't been long since your class trip in paris— the weekend your life changed forever. he was just supposed to be your roommate, but you boarded the plane back claimed by carter horton from head to toe.
"n—no—" you flinch when your bedroom door slams shut behind you, a common occurrence now that you were with someone with more gym classes than you. you set your bag by your desk gently, unsure if you should turn around or not.
"get on the bed then." carter threw his varsity jacket to the corner before shoving you knees first onto the fluffy mattress of your bed. he gives another forceful push to plant your head onto the strawberry scented sheets. "don't make me say things twice. i'm already pissed off enough."
you shift your head to the side, trying to meet carter's darkened eyes. he's stripped off his shirt, now working with the button of his pants. "w—we could talk, you now?" your offer comes off timid, you almost feel you deserve the scoff carter responded with.
"maybe later, pretty boy. i just need your ass now." he jerked his head towards your pants. taking heaving, shallow breaths, you pull the waistband down just enough to expose your plump ass to the biting cold air. your soft cock pressed on the bed.
carter grumbles under his breath. his searing hands kneaded the muscle of your ass, causing a breathy moan to escape you. "gonna feel better after this," he says to himself as the familiar head of his large cock brushed on the rim of your gaping entrance.
a sharp moan escapes your lips as carter buries himself into your depths. he immediately sets a punishing pace that grabs the air out of your lungs with every forward movement. your fingers grip the sheets while your toes curl in on itself, feeling the drag of carter's member fucking you.
"you take me so well boy, feels like you were only made for this." he spoke with a lazy drawl, meeting your ass with a particularly rough thrust that made you yelp. whatever it was that made his eyebrows furrow and clench on the way to your apartment, he fucked that fury into your body that immediately blurred the lines between pain and pleasure, turning something gutting into an addictive delicacy.
"carter— you're so rough—" the taste in your mouth turned metallic. carter simply chuckled in response, pushing his cock further so it pressed against your prostate. his thrusts turned into jackhammer movements that never failed to punch your sweet spots, sending momentary explosions of euphoria through your stream. "i think i'm gonna—"
"cum for me. show me how good of a slut you are, cumming untouched just from my cock ruining you." carter taunted, nibbing your ear with his sharp teeth, his breath sizzling your flushed skin. his command was enough to let yourself free on the once-pristine sheets, pulsing long after the peak as carter chased his own high.
"fuck! take it!" he growled from above while carter's seed sprayed all over your inner systems. it feels heavier than it usually is, hot against the walls and more full, like he emptied his balls inside your hole.
between ragged breaths and blurry tears, carter pulled out and collapsed next to you. you remain in your position with your ass up the air, the warm remnants leaking down your thighs and blankets. you mentally think through the time you need in the bathtub when carter's hand begins stroking the small of your back.
"thanks," his voice was rawer than it ever was before. "had troubles with the team. fucking dumbasses."
"it's all good carter." you manage a tiny smile. "that's why i'm here."
"yeah," carter leans forward to capture your lips. "that's why you're here. for me."
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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
This is a one-shot to follow up the Erik x Julia's bff!Reader headcanons, which you can find here
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.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
MDNI Banner by @cafekitsune
GIF by @alex-browning
A/N: Someone I had promised a friend, hope yew enjoyyyy <333 I love him so muchhhhhhh, I have a bunch of other posts that have been in the drafts/works so I'd like to try and pump them out soon :3 For a few who are curious, I got Astarion and the DE Narrator in the works and are the closest to completion!!
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, missionary, creampie, doggy style, edging, overstimulation, switch reader & Erik, leashes, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, sex toys, AFAB + TransMale! Reader safe. (Let me know if I miss any!!)
Erik's pretty tatts on display.
Erik loves the look of his cum dribbling out of you.
Erik doesn't mind fucking you in any position.
Edging and overstimulating a whiny Erik.
Forcing Erik between your thighs.
Erik loves the noises you make when you're squirting all over his arm.
Erik overstimulating both of you with your own vibrator.
The look of you melting on top of Erik is something he'd do anything for.
Erik sending in many tips just to see you experience another orgasm.
Erik loves watching you moan into the sheets.
Erik having you moaning on his bed was the highlight of his night.
A godly view for Erik.
Erik with a TransMale!reader (Bonus!!)
+ Sucking on your TDick, loves holding your legs back, getting you to squirt.
this is acc all i needed to hear. this is not proof read this js a blurb i wrote in 20 minutes 😓
bobby introducing you to his turtle paco….
you’re standing awkwardly behind bobby, his back is to you while he coos at Paco, his turtle.
honestly, you find it quite endearing, you had never met someone so in touch with their emotions to be honest especially not a guy your age. bobby was different, he was sweet. you had been dating for a few months now and he decided it was time for you to meet his favorite family member.
for some reason you actually felt nervous, like you were meeting a real person but you were sure this was as real as it gets with bobby.
bobby turns with a beautiful smile on his pretty face and there in his palms he holds the small turtle. “Paco, this is my girlfriend y/n.” he lifts the turtle to your face and you giggled softly “hi.” you whispered.
the turtle head is tucked into his shell “don’t be shy.” bobby cooed “y/n’s nice i promise.” and it was almost as of Paco truly understood bobby’s words because slowly his head begins to peek out. he stares almost judgingly at you “it’s nice to meet you.”
bobby’s smile grows as you interact with the turtle, he was almost worried you’d think he was a weirdo for how fond he was of a turtle. “you’re such a cutie.” your eyes moved from paco to bobby “both of you.”
bobby blushes a bit bringing paco away from your face “i think he likes you.” he nodded reassuringly “that makes me very happy.” you nodded along with him. bobby stares for a moment just admiring you, taking note of the way the sun peeking into his room shined onto you like some perfect little angel.
he wondered how he got so lucky.
the moment is quickly interrupted by a gagging noise, the two of you turned your head to where erik stood “get a rooooom.”
you chuckled while bobby rolled his eyes “this is my room!”
