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LEE JUYEON for GQ KOREA (2025)

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⠀⠲⡣ ⠀ Eres para mí⠀۝ ❤︎

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come in, baby, let me melt ya

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APHRODISIAC .ᐣ.ᐟ

➤YOU ATE THE ENTIRE THING???!!!

pairing ⟡ ericsohn x fem!reader warning ⟡ 18+, mdni, smut, pussy eating, masturbation, explicit content, kind of dumb!eric, dom!eric, needy!eric word count ⟡ 2.9k

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variety of snacks. chips, biscuits, candy — just a bunch of sweets.

everything seemed dull, the display of treats didn’t look appealing or make him salivate on the spot. the sounds of crunching, crumbling ripple through the air as his hands would rummage within the drawer full of snacks, stomach rumbling out of patience — nothing looked appetizing.

his stomach kept growling louder as he continued his search. a stack of chips, a range of multiple flavours, a candy bar, roasted nuts. on an average day, he would eat it but he wasn’t in the mood for most of these snacks.

except for this one.

it was deep in the drawer, almost as if you were trying to hide it from him. it was packaged with red, valentine themed coloured paper, carefully wrapped in foil with metallic tones peeking through the packaging. “tabs chocolate” whatever that means. it was labeled with gold typography, engraved with bold designs — huh, seems a bit seductive.

eric thoroughly studied every detail, tracing his fingers, slowly and delicately. he could smell incense of the chocolate through the wrapper, leaking with nutty and sweet fragrances. he caught himself salivating at the sight like a puppy who perks up from the sound of treats from across the room, already drooling at the thought. he flips the chocolate over, rustling with each touch of his fingertips sticking to the paper. everything was in cursive, as if he could read it that well. and on top of that his vision wasn’t that great.  

squinting, hoping his vision would be more clearer but it didn’t. he cursed to himself, irritated that his vision was failing to clear up. fuck, he wishes he had his glasses on him but they were nowhere to be found, and yet his stomach kept growling, eating him alive. 

man fuck it. 

he carefully peels off the wrapper, avoiding any obstacles from causing it to tear. he skins off the second layer, the foil loses its perfect form as it creates wrinkles. a whiff of warm, rich tones of spice burst through his nose, weaving through his senses as the chocolate was now uncovered. 

the other day, he saw you holding that same chocolate bar when you came back from work, wondering what snacks you’ve brought this time but he never paid attention to it until now.

he breaks off a piece, holding a huge chunk between his fingers — slowly inspecting it like he uncovered a clue to some puzzle. with precision, full concentration on the piece of chocolate.

dark, smooth, velvety to the touch. bits of almonds mixed with the creamy texture. the warmth from his fingers was melting the chocolate, the rich consistency staining as he continued to observe. damn, he’s never been more excited to eat chocolate. 

without a thought, he takes a bite, eating an entire chunk, not knowing the consequences of his actions. 

oh lord. 

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the sound of keys, jingle, as they were bunched together, trying to find the right one as it echoes across the hallway of your apartment building before you crack open the door. 

the lock faintly clicks, slowly opening the door. “i’m home!” your voice is alert and attentive. closing the door behind you before you fully grasped yourself, not registering that he wasn’t answering like usual. 

the apartment was dead silent, eerie and unnatural. it was so quiet that you could hear the wind from outside, the leaves rustling as they washed away like wisps.

“babe?” your voice, soft with a hint of worriness in your tone. weird.  

he was definitely home, no rehearsals, no interviews — his schedule was pretty light today. so why was it so quiet in here? 

“eric?” you called again, and was met with silence. 

wait. 

you hear a distinct sound coming from down the hallway, actually it was coming from the bedroom.

“mmph!” a soft, almost like a moan was heard from the bedroom once again, gradually getting louder with each step you take. 

the door was cracked open, slightly, and there he was, what seemed to be pleasuring himself but, you can barely see him with the door covering most of his body. the room was dimly lit, the light from the window illuminating a soft golden glow through the room. you quietly creep towards the door, tippy toeing with the best of your abilities.  

“f-fuck — baby I need you so bad..” he whines once again but it was more desperate, more needy.

you hid behind the door quietly as you can. you peeked your head through the crack, not too much but enough to reveal him.  

messy jet black hair, all tangled in the sheets. his skin was tinged with a radiant glow — golden with a toasted wash that made him look sun kissed; the bed that was once perfected was now crinkled, creating a ruffled map of his heated session. the grip on his cock was suffocating, so tight, so rigid. his other hand was clutching the sheets so tightly, knuckles buried deep into the mattress as they turned white with frustration. your eyes dart slightly to the bedside table: a bottle of lotion — a small drop of cream, peeking out from the actuator, oozing when he pumped a small dose on his palm. beside it, there was a crumpled mess of some sort of wrapper, a sultry red, foil ripped slightly. it kind of looked like the chocolate bar you bought.  

hold on. 

your eyes widened with shock, coming to a realization — it was the chocolate bar you bought. he ate the entire thing..?

did he not know that there was aphrodisiac…?

“f-fuck baby, where are you — i miss you.” his voice, gradually getting more desperate with each stroke. soft, agonizing pumps as he kept beating till his dick went lump. if only he knew that you were standing right outside the door hearing the entire thing.

damn, he sounded hot. the way he sounds beneath the sheets, dripping with ecstasy as his thoughts flooded with the memories of you. his lips were parted slightly, shallow breaths escaping him as his muscles were taut. with each stroke — his biceps flex, revealing his toned structure. he was getting more sensitive, trembling even. 

scenarios of you resurfaced his mind. whenever you smile, eyes accentuate with a flicker of warmth that makes his heart swell.  your presence itself, it was irresistible like a drug, impossible to resist.

he groans, breathy and shaky. sticky, squelching noises bursting as the sounds of his dick were becoming louder and sloppier as his pace was slowly increasing — he was losing it.

you caught yourself biting your lips, thighs clenching tightly as the warmth of your core intensifying with the air thickening under your skin. your thoughts were scrambling in your head, scenarios dispersing with the echoes of his moans bombarding your mind.

you were too lost in your thoughts; you accidentally leaned a little too much, causing the door to slightly move which he quickly notices. 

“B-BABE??!!” he immediately shot up, looking at you with embarrassment. he grabs the duvet and shields his body from you. “y-you’re home early. i-i didn’t hear you come in” clears his throat as he tries to break off the awkwardness. 

“y-yeah, they sent me home early.” you try to make light of the situation, ignoring the fact you caught him masturbating to the thought of you. 

you examined his face. flushed, flustered, anxious. his breath was uneasy, stomach slowly rises and falls, taking in deep breaths with each exhale shuddering. his cheeks tinged with a flush that makes him look drunk, and with pure desire. eyes fluttered as they refused to look at you, feeling remorse for his actions but he wasn’t really ashamed. 

yeah, he was embarrassed but the rush of desire was crashing him like a wave, consuming him the more he realized that you were a metre away. fuck, what was in that chocolate bar. his body felt like it was set on a fire — not even a refreshing cold bucket of water could cure him. the heat was immensely rapid but something about this heat felt like it wasn’t from humidity, no, this wasn’t heat at all. this was a craving, an appetite for hunger — sexual desire.

he needed a cure. 

you.

“hey, are you okay?” your brows furrow, eyes searching for any signs of flickers, concerns as you say with a worried tone while inching closer to him. 

you slowly plop yourself onto the bed, the mattress sinking as your weight crushes the soft foam. you put your palm to his forehead — he was burning, his temperature was fluctuating with your cold hand, it felt like he had a fever.  

“omg babe, you’re burning. hold on i’ll ge-”  

he grabs your wrist, a grip that said everything but nothing at all once. just before you get up, he pulls you close to his chest. “eric?” 

his expression was unreadable, he doesn’t utter a word but instead, just pins you down on the bed with you underneath him. the covers fell gently on eric’s back like it was controlled by air.

his lips crash onto yours. no second thoughts, no doubts, not a hint of hesitation. you’re taken aback by his sudden approach, eyes widened with surprise from the way his body reacts to you but you slowly melted onto his touch. his tongue danced around your mouth with hunger as you tried to keep up but he was ravaging your mouth as if time has shifted with every second counted. you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him even closer with his hands exploring your frame, clothes riding up with every graze. “nngh — i need you.”  he fidgets with the buttons on your shirt, trying to unbutton but his patience was wearing thin so he pried open your collared shirt with irritation, exposing you with only your bra. 

by coincidence, you were wearing his favourite pair: a simple cotton black bra with a miniature bow placed on the center gore. though it was simple, it still did a number on his dick. he carefully unclasps your bra, throwing it across the room like it was a piece of scrap. god, you look ethereal under him. the way your hair was already messy from the slightest tension and the way you’re breathing heavily while looking at him with your eyes — a silent plea that spoke of a relief that only he could offer.

“I’m yours.” 

“I want you.” 

your eyes were his weakness, his entire body buzzed with tension as muscles were tightening before he got to take his time with you. his palm was placed on your tits, massaging as his other hand traces your delicate skin. his touch felt surreal, each symbolized a surge of ache — an addicting feeling you never want to let go. 

“i want to taste you, baby.” his voice escaped with a breathy tone, his lips leave yours but only to trail down your body with tenderness. his hands play with your nipples while his lips skims through the outline of your jaw, the valley of your neck and along your collarbone, leaving a lingering path of affection as he kisses you non-stop. until he pauses, slowly unraveling your pants as he gently grips the fabric pulling it down swiftly like he’s practiced this.

till you’re left with only panties.

he removes your undergarments, leaving them on the cold wooden floor. 

your pretty pink pussy all laid out, like a five star meal being served all for him. he felt his mouth watering at the sight, pupils dilating with the look of starvation. his pulse was fluttering, the nerves were thrumming out of control like you were the most delicious thing he’s ever seen. 

you feel his hot breath, hovering over your pulsating pussy. each breath sends a jolt of electricity through your body, buzzing with intensity. he gazes up at you, giving you a cold, devouring stare. glimmering with pure control, a glance of unwavering dominance, almost as if he was gonna eat you up. literally.

his gaze alone already tells you what you need to know. an appeal plastered on his face has you feeling small and all ready for him. his hands grip the meat of your thighs, feeling like pillows under his hands as he pulls you closer with such possessiveness, nails seeping into your skin with such a deadly grip like he was glued to you.

he pays attention to every curve of your thighs, putting his focus on everything, leaving nothing unattended. he pampers your thighs with small light pecks, gradually getting closer and closer to your hungry pussy. 

finally, his face is aligned with your plump pussy lips, the same ones he was dreaming about and the moment he was waiting for, which felt like minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days — now he has you, under him, breathless with unspoken desire. he places a light kiss on your pussy, causing you to flinch in response. he smirks against you, your sudden reaction makes him crave more. light kisses quickly turned into fully making out with your core. sloppy, wet kisses along your pussy lips, teetering between licking a strip of your slick while you were dripping underneath him, aching for more. you were becoming a moaning mess for him which was music to his ears.

he’s been waiting for this moment. he didn’t know how long he could contain himself until he fully broke.       

his mouth was sending you to frenzy, a high that you didn’t know you could enter. his tongue was warm, inviting. your body tingles as he drags it all around your pussy, saliva mixing with your juices, making you wetter than before.

his tongue was against your clit which made it unbearable with the pressure making it more intense.

“fuck!” your head was thrown back, fingers clutching the bed sheets so tightly as you whimper. his tongue was pleasuring you expertly — swishing, swirling, curling, sucking every last bit of you like he hasn’t eaten in days. then suddenly, he pushed his tongue into your throbbing entrance, your hand immediately swats to his hair, grabbing a fistful of his soft locks. he hisses, but he was loving every second of it.

your thighs were clamping on him, suffocating as he kept eating you but he didn’t care. his mind was boggled with erotic images of you, the way you taste under his tongue, the way your body fully succumbs to him, obeying every command.

your velvety walls were sucking his tongue in, not letting him go. he groans beneath you, sending a wave of vibration through you as your moans become broken and hoarse every time your lips part. he was digging deeper, tickling all of your sensitive spots like it’s a natural instinct. the sounds of slurping was reverberating around the room, overlapping with your moans. his motions were timed, calculated yet it was sloppy, desperate and aggressive. his desperation fueled his aggression — playing around with your sensitive bud, sucking hard on your clit as he wanted to see you crumble, fall apart. 

and your sounds were only fueling his hunger even more. 

“fuck baby, you taste so good.” he mumbles, heavy with lust. he sees you trembling. were you getting close? 

the grip on his hair was getting tighter, your thighs were clenching so hard around him, he feels like his air supply was about to cut off. 

“e-eric, i-i’m getting close.” you shriek, he smirks once again, but this time, it was different. maybe it’s the way your eyes are getting glossy from the overwhelming pleasure but the way he looks right now, made you go hysterical. 

he was taking his sweet time, savouring the flavour of your slick like you were a lollipop.  teasingly, slow deliberate movements as it coats his tongue, alternating with each flick and stroke. he was not letting you breathe, your thighs were trembling uncontrollably. as much you try to hold yourself stable, you couldn’t — not when this overstimulating heaviness was clouding your entire body. “cum on my tongue baby” he mutters against you, his voice was dark, stern, commanding. 

shit. 

“m’gonna c-cum!” you moan loudly with eyes clenched shut, holding onto his hair for dear life.

his tongue flicking faster as your body shifts aggressively on the bed. his grip was getting firmer, trying to keep you stable. your muscles are taut, you feel your orgasm slowly approaching, taking over your body. your voice was constrained, it felt like if you uttered another sound — nothing would come out. 

you came, pools of your juices were overflowing your hole like they were coming in currents. sweat beading across your forehead, your muscles were strained and your eyes were tearing up, drops streaming down your face from the pleasure.

he catches pools of your slick, flowing on his tongue like syrup. drinking in every last bit, not letting a single drop go to waste. he wipes his mouth with the leftover juice smothered all over his lips with the tip of his tongue licking the corners of his mouth until none was left. he was breathing raggedly like he just won a race of who can chug a bottle of water in one go.  

“that chocolate bar you bought, what the hell was in it…” was he serious….? oh my god! he was serious.

“babe…those were aphrodisiac chocolates….” your voice, quiet, almost a whisper while still catching your breath. 

he looks at you with a confused expression, his brows furrow together, not a single thought retorts in his mind. 

“they were sex chocolates. that’s why you’ve been acting like....that.” you sigh as you gestured to all of him. 

“ohhhh….oh.” 

maybe you should warn him next time. 

“well you up for another round?” his eyes sparkle with glimmer of anticipation while giving you puppy dog eyes.

or maybe you shouldn’t buy the chocolate again.

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lolli's notes ⟡ hi everyone! i wanted to write about eric because why not and i can’t get over this photoshoot. dazed eric….he looks so good. i know tabs chocolate is a real thing and i know it’s not shaped like a chocolate bar but let’s pretend it is. hope y’all enjoyed this one!

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sleeping positions with the boyz

[☀︎] — sangyeon. grounding, almost like he provides stability. likes it if your head is on his chest with his arm wrapped around your back. he definitely pulls your thigh up to rest over his waist and holds it there. this man is a sucker for thighs. even if they’re small. especially if they’re thicker <3! prefers to sleep in this position naked because he just loves the skin-to-skin contact (in a non-sexual way)!!!

[☀︎] — jacob. he’s not the smothering/overly affectionate type of sleeper. jacob would put his arm out for you to lay on, and sometimes embrace you. you’d put your arm on his chest and snuggle your head under his. your warmth is soothing to him. but he also likes to leave his arm out, so that it’s easier to just slide it out and go. if you’re really clinging onto him, he’ll hug you, wait for you to drift off, and then slowly roll you away to get more space in bed.

[☀︎] — younghoon. it’s so hard to get a good nights rest with him sometimes. he rolls around, switching sides fairly often, swinging his legs and arms out, and having whole boxing matches. it’s bad because he isn’t even conscious of it. and when you tell him, he’s so confused. it’s just best for you to sleep at the edge of the bed. if you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or something, younghoon would sit up and wait for you to come back, the weight lifting on your side of the bed is enough to pull him out of whatever dream he was in. my advice, don’t go back!

[☀︎] — hyunjae. he has to have something in his arms to sleep, making him the bigger spoon. you curl into his body tightly with your face against his chest, your arms around his torso, and your arms intertwined with him. when he turns, you turn. you’re not going anywhere at night. he probably snores a bit but the soft snores where its like breathing and not annoying obviously. if you guys weren't spooning, he'll have a leg possibly out of the covers or with his knee bent up.

[☀︎] — juyeon. he just goes with whatever you’re feeling, honestly. he doesn’t really mind. if you want to sleep on your side, he’s ready to spoon you. if you’re cold, he’s ready to hold you on top of him. if you’re emotional or if you just had a fight, he usually holds you in his arms and you two lay there until you fall asleep. he respects you when you want space or get hot and don’t want to cuddle, even if its hard for him not to grab your hand at the very least. he’s flexible and is willing to do whatever, as long as you both can sleep well.

[☀︎] — kevin. you two are usually intertwined at the legs. he likes to rest his head on your chest listening to each beat, while feeling your chest rise and fall. his arms would be wrapped around your waist. another position he likes is snuggling his head up close into the crook of your neck. sometimes you feel his soft hair tickle your face. loves when you run your fingers through his hair or massage his scalp with the pads of your fingers.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). he gives you freedom to move around while you both sleep, as he hopes you would do the same for him. but eventually you both would find your way to each other through the night. probably end up in weird positions but still somehow touching each other in some way like; hands holding, legs intertwined, or even just on top of each other at this point.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). sleeping together was a bit odd at first with you and changmin. he was used to sleeping on his side or back, while you were used to sleeping on your stomach. so, at first you didn’t know how to sleep together, but within the first night that problem was solved. you lied on your stomach like normal, and he lied on his side with one leg and arm draped over your back.

[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. he sleeps best when he is the little spoon, it makes him feel secure, not alone. he’ll hold your hands against his stomach, keeping you as close as possible. you are quite happy with the sleeping arrangements yourself, it’s like hugging a big teddy bear. a warm one who would never let anything happen to you.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. is clingy and just loves to be touching you or likes when you play with his hair. he also prefers being the little spoon because he likes when you wrap your arms around him. you guys lay in that position and he tells you about his day. he asks you about your day too and if you stop playing with his hair he’d get pouty. “who told you to stop playing with my hair? wow. if you don’t love me anymore, just say so.” , “you’re so dramatic. i got a text message from kevin, gimme a second.” he definitely takes the phone out of your hand and returns it back to his head.

[☀︎] — eric. you two don’t have a specific sleeping position. one night will start with you sleeping on his shoulder and waking up with you literally laying on top of him. another night you’ll be the little spoon with him being the big spoon, and you’ll wake up on the far corner of the bed and him hanging off on the other side. you two are unpredictable when it comes to sleeping together.