it’s lowk crazy how we all come together on this app on the regular to enjoy a hobby and just be our freaky cutesy selves, then the next day we literally need to go to work and pretend we didn’t just read/wrote an omegaverse fanfiction,,, like??
wait what do y’all do for a living? I’ll start — I’m literally a whole doctor lmao
eric sohn from the boyz <3
"congratulations on your new improvements, i bet your light rod's, like bigger than zeus's."
track 8 of the man's best friend series found here
in which y/n finds herself reuniting with her old next door neighbour and childhood partner in crime while on a business trip in seoul & the triple take is undeniable.
word count: 4k
warnings: smut !!, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), eric îs a yearner & wants his lips all over y/n's body, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, big dick eric (as it should be), doggy style, missionary, reader has a vagina & tits, squirting, they use a condom but eric cums on her stomach & tits, cum tasting, he mentions he has dreamt of this a lot, mentions of one direction & lana del rey as a part of plot.
You found yourself in between two staff members whose names you only knew because of the email that had a PDF attachment of a ticket to The Boyz's concert and a heads up that said two staff members were going to come collect you after the show was finished. Perks of growing up in California being next door neighbours with a now renown k-pop idol. Perks of your mother knowing you're on a week long business trip to South Korea then automatically telling her next door neighbour about it whose son is said k-pop idol. Perks of him surprisingly remembering you or either doing this out of courtesy for his mom despite not seeing each other for years.
Yeah, perks.
You find yourself wanting to run away from this situation as everything dawned. Eric and you were close growing up. You two went to the same school and even had the same friend group for years. Both your mothers even having some fantasy that their two kids would end up together but both of you insisting that you were just friends, partners in crime and it was going to remain that way forever. Yet, he jetted off to South Korea with just a goodbye hug and you never received a message or any contact you were promised, it hurt more than you could describe. You moved interstate for college to permanent job and the times you were back in California to visit never aligned with his. But before you could run away, to tell the two nice staff members that you actually can't do this. The door in front of you opened to a sleeveless and sweaty Eric with a towel around his neck as the other members sat scattered around the room behind him.
"Y/N, hey! I'm glad you could make it!" He beamed, sincerely happy to see you and quickly giving you a big hug. You hugged him back of course, seeing the familiar smile that would always get you both in a whole lot of trouble.
He gave his thanks to the staff members that led you to him after the hug broke, closing the door behind you but leaving his arm around your waist, it made your face heat up just a little bit. His other members were clearly exhausted. The complete opposite of Eric. You smiled to yourself. He was still the same.
"This is Y/N! She's my next door neighbour back in California!" He introduced, you waved to them.
"Miles isn't the only friend Eric has?"
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You and Eric found yourself at an exclusive hotel rooftop bar, champagne in between your fingertips as you sat across from each other going through nostalgic stories from all those years ago. Scanning his fit body and new visuals that weren't there the last time you saw him, it made you wonder how many other woman were in your position and a pang of jealously consumed you.
"I remember when I had to spend the day with depressed you because of Zayn leaving One Direction." Eric laughed, the hurt memory made your eyes go from lustful to astonishingly upset.
"That's not funny! It still upsets me to this day, you know how much I loved him and I still love all of One Direction to this day! I saw Zayn live not even that long ago." You defended, crossing your arms with a puff.
"Oh yeah, at Shrine Exposition Hall right? I still remember when we were fourteen that you convinced me to go with you to see Lana Del Rey at that place. I didn't even listen to Lana Del Rey!" he was laughing but your body froze and your arms fell to the sides of you. How could he have known that.
His laughing stopped at your silence, "what?" he asked.
"How did you know I saw Zayn at the Shrine Exposition Hall?" I asked back, it was his turn for his body to freeze.
"Eric Youngjae Sohn have you been stalking me on social media?" I teased, the ounce of jealously of me gone. Because no matter how many other girls there's been, he's been looking at my socials in silence, that I was on his mind even after all these years.
He rolled his eyes. "Not stalking, I follow you like the other thousands of people on your public account do. You came up as a recommendation because you and my sister follow each other"
You couldn't even hide your disappointment if you tried, and huffed again while slumping back on your chair.
"What was that reaction for!" He said in disbelief
You were silent suddenly staring at the night view in front of you instead of Eric because what were you supposed to say? That you hoped you were on his mind as much as he was on yours these last few years? How you still want to punch yourself for not seeing his potential despite the fact you saw and talked to him at least once a day because your bedroom windows were right in front each other? You grab the champagne glass on the table in front of you to chug it all down, quickly standing up with a pull down of your skirt. His eyes following your hands. Your embarrassment and eagerness to get away from him completely missed the gulp he took in as he stared at your body.
"Thank you for the catchup, but I should go" you insist, you couldn't take even one step before his hand grabs yours.
"Your account didn't just show up. I asked Miles for your instagram." he confessed, you looked at him. Hurt. So he actively asked for you, but he didn't think to at least message you?
"Why didn't you message me all these years? I thought we were friends." You asked, the hurt evident in your voice.
"Because I was a hurt little boy who knew that the girl I've been crushing on for years didn't want me back and I wanted a fresh start here that by the time I realised how immature I was for doing that, so many years have gone by." he explained. Your heart hurt.
He was unfortunately right, but your little girl brain was too afraid to think of Eric as anything more as a friend or the gross boy you grew up with because you knew losing him was way worse.
He filled the silence and your shock with another confession as he stood up to be in front of you.
"Being a boy group member and improving myself, I think a part of me wanted to make sure when you were in front of me again. I was what you wanted, so..." he stops, a deep breath before asking "what do you think about me now?" he asked.
You couldn't put the words together and instead knew actions were stronger in this moment, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt. You kissed him.
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You wanted to cheer for wearing the skirt that you decided to wear, your jacket that covered it thrown to the floor as your back leaned against the hotel room door. Lips on lips as Eric's right hand crawled up your two piece dress to leave it on your silk underwear hip as the other was right next to your head. Your hands found home on his biceps, squeezing here and there knowing you couldn't stop staring at them all night, you wondered how strong he was. Strong enough to hold a car up? It wouldn't surprise you.
He broke the kiss leaving you both heavy panting, "are you sure about this?" he asks and you nodded. "Words Y/N" his thumb presses against your bottom lip, gulp. You're basically dripping now. "Yes. Eric Youngjae Sohn." you said, a slight tone of teasing as it was what you called him all those years ago. He smiled and brought his lips back to yours again. Both his hands now on your ass as he lifted you up with ease and your arms around his neck. The kiss felt messy, so rushed but this was long overdue as well so the desperation doesn't surprise you. Eric laid you down on the hotel bed, your head between plush pillows as he broke the kiss again to take his shirt off. An embarrassing whine coming out of you from his lips disappearing when he did but it made you sit up to take off your own top & skirt as well.
When he realised you were basically bare in front of him with just a black set on, he could have passed out in that moment.
"You are so much better than I have dreamt of." He confessed, before you could question or tease him as per usual his mouth automatically went to your tits. You gasped, hand flying to his hair to control him when it was impossible. His hands unclasping your bra and pulling his face away just to pull the material off, going back to his mouth on your left tit while his right hand played with the other. You leaned back so your back was against the headboard, wrapping your legs around his torso as his mouth and hand swapped places. It made you, without realising grind against him as loud noises you couldn't hold back fell out of your mouth every time he got a nibble of your skin or flicked his tongue against your nipple. You went to pull his face off your chest so you could be face to face. He needed to see your desperation when you said these words.
"Eric, I need you" whining. All he could think about was his prayers being answered, and as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted. He has dreamt of this moment for so long, he was going to do exactly everything he dreamt of just in case this was the only time he could do so.
"I know baby just, let me, let me take care of you." he speaks breathless, his mouth and body now moving down your body. His hands separating your inner thighs as he licks through your underwear, adding more wetness to what you know was already there. He then used his teeth to pull it off.
"The safe word is pink" he says, before you could question or even confirm.
His hands quickly went flat against your inner thighs to keep them apart as he went straight in, you shrieked. A hand flew to his hair again while the other gripped on the pillow next to you. Eric ate pussy like it was his last meal on earth, feeling the bridge of his nose on your clit as his tongue went from making circles or a 8 motion. Fuck, this was the best oral you've ever fucking had in your life and you couldn't contain it. Your hips wanting to buck up but his hands kept you down, your lips going from curse words to moans of his name over and over again. Eric then used his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, all the stimulation was making you go crazy as your hands moved to grip your own tits to steady yourself. You opened your eyes and looked down to see Eric already watching you, the eye contact making your mouth go agape.
He was so hot, so sexy. You could look at him and have him every fucking day if you could. You found the pit of your stomach getting tighter, hands going from your tits to gathering his hair to pull him even closer to your pussy (if that was even possible). He could feel you convulsing, knowing you were close made him go even faster and made him start to hump the bed for his own relief. Your moans were heaven in his ears and you tasted like his favourite candy in the world. Your ears were ringing and your chest was heaving, you came with a large yell. Eric wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you at his face as you wanted to move away, because even while you were cumming and even when it stopped he just kept going.
"E-Eric I came. I- oh fuck. Eric!" you sputtered out.
He replaced his mouth with two fingers, quickly thrusting them in you as he spoke. "You can give me more baby, I know you can" his words of encouragement made your eyes roll back. He grinned knowing words of affirmation was one of your many love languages, right next to physical touch.
Eric places his mouth closer to your clit and continued his fingers vastly thrusting into you, his tongue going from flicking your nub to his lips wanting to leave hickies on your inner thighs. Everything felt so fucking good. You felt it again but because this was your second orgasm, without even resting after the first you were so overwhelmed you couldn't get the words out. You came without warning, but he didn't need it. He already knew just how your body was reacting and was ready to taste your cum.
He kept licking, slowly, to savour it but you pushed his head away, he laughed as he sat up. Your legs rested on either side of him as he softly rubbed the side of your thighs in comfort.
"Are you okay?" He asked, you nodded and smiled at him. Chest still heaving as you caught your breath. He left a soft kiss on both of your knees in front of him.
You sat up to be closer in facing him and kissed him again. Tasting yourself as your tongues fight for dominance. Your hands went down to unbutton his pants. Fuck he was so hard.
Eric broke the kiss, "You don't need to" he whispered.
"I want to, I told you I needed you." Your tone was so desperate, he could have came right there hearing you.
He stood up quickly to pull down his pants and briefs all at the same time. Your mouth widen, drool came out. He was so fucking huge, the biggest you ever fucking seen. He came closer to wipe the side of your mouth, having his cock right in front of you made you automatically put your lips to his tip. The salty precum engulfing your tastebuds and you loved it. He gasped at your lips suddenly being on his cock, you went down more. Wanting to take as much as possible. He was gentle, gathering your hair into a ponytail as he stroked your cheek with the other.
"Don't take more than you can handle my love" he said. But you wanted to and you kept going until your nose hit his stomach. With watery eyes, you looked up at him as your tongue swirled around.
Eric wished he could take a picture with his eyes of what he was seeing, did he save a country in his past life to experience this? He couldn't fucking believe it. You were everything and more.
"Can I thrust baby?" he softly asked, never breaking eye contact with you. You only nodded. If you could use your words, you'd be begging.
He started slowly thrusting in your mouth, his hand still in your hair and the other stroking your cheek in comfort. His eyes never leaving you and your eyes never leaving his. You took one of your hands that were steadying you on the bed to start playing with his balls, he broke eye contact for the first time to scream and throw his head back. Accidentally going faster but you didn't mind it.
"I'm going to cum Y/N" he screamed, looking down at you again and you nodded. Moving your head to meet his thrusts as your tongue and hands moved faster for him.
He came. Hard. So hard sweat started to build on his forehead and he swear he saw white but he snapped out of it quick despite breathing so heavy to look at you. Wanting to see if you were a swallower and of course, as he expected you were. Seeing you swallow his cum, he couldn't help and get hard again. Your eyes met his twitching cock.
"Do you have a condom?" you asked.
He nodded, quickly going to the pocket of his pants for his wallet but slowly turning around with pink cheeks and hands wavering. He didn't want you to think badly of him.
"I-I don't just keep this here! J-Juyeon hyung told me to just in case" he spoke out in a rush.
God, how can one be so hot and cute at the same time is all that could travel through your head.
"Eric. Just come here and fuck me." you almost ordered, smiling and shaking your head. Of course he had to obey.
He ripped the condom packet open and rolled it on him as you placed yourself on all fours. Something about Eric made you think doggystyle was his favourite position. Which you weren't wrong but you also didn't know you were different, he wanted to see your face as he fucked you. But he didn't object, thinking maybe this was your favourite position and just like all those years ago what you wanted first, goes.
His hands placed himself on your hips to move his cock in your pussy, teasing his tip around your hole making you whine.
"What's the safe word Y/N?" he asked
"Pink Eric, please" you begged, pushing your ass back towards him in desperation. How could he keep you waiting when you beg like that... He slowly put his cock in, not wanting to hurt you because of his size but you kept pushing back.
"Eric, all of it, fast. Please, I can take it, I swear."
That's all he needed as he thrusted his whole cock in you. You yelped and gripped the sheets below you tighter, the burn was evident but it felt so good. Eric's pace was fast but you wouldn't have it any other way. He shifted his hips just a little and you screamed, you were shocked he found the spongy spot inside you so quickly. "There! Fuck! there!" you screamed. His fingers gripped your hips tighter so he could stay in the position he needed, thrusting fast. The noises of both your moans and the slapping of his balls to your ass was so loud that you only hoped the walls were thick. Your senses were betraying you, vision going blurry from the pleasure as everything else was just engulfed in him. You couldn't believe how fucking good everything felt.
"I'm going to cum" you whined. With those words, he moved his right hand to rub circles on your pussy and it worked, only a few seconds later you snapped and came. Your arms quickly giving up making Eric wrap his arms around you so you wouldn't fall face first on the bed as your back was now on his chest with his huge cock still inside you.
Your body convulsed against him as he left kisses on your back shoulder to ease you, how he was so soft but could go so hard amazes you.
He slipped his cock out and laid you down, you stared at his still very hard cock making you realise he hadn't orgasmed. You spread your legs wider as a signal for him to keep going.
"Y/N" he began to say but you cut him off before he could ask.
"I can take another one Eric." wrapping your legs around him and nodding with your elbows dug onto the bed so your eyes were making eye contact with him.
"I want to watch you fuck me."
You were insatiable. And he fucking loved it.
He pulled your legs closer and shoved his dick back in your pussy again all in one thrust. You smiled at the feeling, he couldn't fucking believe it.
His pace was still fast despite the sweat all over his body, his energy not faltering because seeing your pleasured out face and the noises coming out your mouth only kept him going. His eyes went from your face who was now looking back up at the roof after your elbows giving up to your delicious tits bouncing fast from his pace, it made him grip your knees that he was holding tighter. Everything about you was so fucking perfect.
Eric could feel it, he could feel he was about to cum and hard. His dick was twitching in your pussy and you could feel it too.
"Can I come on your stomach?" He asked, you nodded. Eric wasn't joking when he said he was going to do everything he ever dreamt of about you tonight.
He wanted to bring another orgasm out of you before he came again so he thrusted faster and harder. You can't believe that was even possible and it made the pit of your stomach feel so different. Your release also felt different like you needed to pee. You wanted to tell him to stop, use the safe word but a part of you knew not to do so.
"E-E-Eric" you stuttered out, your eyes rolling back as you kept moaning "Oh! I think, Eric! I-I oh my fuck!" your words jumbled, screaming the last three as spurts of liquid came out of you. Your body was shaking, your cheeks pink in embarrassment knowing you just squirted but god did it feel so good especially as Eric kept thrusting in you to keep you going and from Eric's perspective it was about to pull him over the edge.
He pulled out of you when your squirting stopped, your legs still open for him as he pulled his condom off, jerked himself off for only two seconds because the mess you left all over was all he needed and came all over your stomach. His white load mixed with some of the clear liquid that bounced from his body back to yours. His load shot so far that not only was it on your stomach but on your tits too.
Just like Eric wanted to take a picture of you with his cock in your mouth, you wanted to take a picture of his cum all over your panting body. You looked up Eric and knew he felt the same.
Getting your middle finger, you brought your hand closer to your pussy and gathered some of the thick cum that landed on your clit, scooping it to bring it to your mouth and humming at the taste. All while still making eye contact with Eric.
In fucking satiable.
He carried you up. Hands on ass making you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck.
"Are you fucking hard again already?" you teased
He kissed you messily to shut you up and you kissed back with the same messy energy, neither of you caring that his cum was getting smeared on both of your chests as he carried you to the bathroom.
This was going to be a long night.
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After Eric and you finished "cleaning up" in the shower. You found yourselves lying in bed bare but entangled under the covers with your head lying on his chest as he drew shapes on your back.
"You know, you didn't answer my question." Eric suddenly said.
"What question?" you asked
"What do you think about me now?" He asked, you moved your head from his chest to look up at him.
"We are literally naked right now."
"Okay, but am I hotter than Zayn Malik?"
Fully sitting up now and bringing the blanket up to cover your chest.
"Eric Youngjae Sohn." you said
"Y/F/N" he repeated
You laughed from your chest, sincerely. "You're insane." saying while hitting his chest.
"Tell me. I showed off my biceps and abs more tonight knowing you were watching, did One Direction do that?"
Sighing. "It worked okay, of course I watched your music videos here and there for support but yeah ... seeing you in real life. Made me definitely realise you weren't the gross kid I grew up with ..."
"So I became a sexy man" he said with a smirk.
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author's note: if you made it this far, thank you so so much for reading the first imagine of honeykiisss! & the first instalment of the man's best friend series! you can find the masterlist for that here & request ! would so appreciate a like, reblog or tell me what you think through my asks! i am so excited to start this account.
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!
lolli: you've completed the objective! what's your plan now?
✧ pairing: sneaky link/situationship idol! juyeon x fem! reader
✦ genre: smut w/ hints of angst n fluff
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, cowgirl position, riding, unprotected sex (WRAP IT FOLKS), creampie, dirty talk, praising, pet names, cursing, kissing, marking, spanking, fluff, secret relationship, hints of angst, “star-crossed lovers” trope kinda-ish question mark so things are kept on the low under restrictions
✦ word count: 3.6k words
✧ synopsis: you’ve tried various positions with the lee juyeon. will you ever get to be in the position of being his official girlfriend or able to be a normal couple? or is that merely a fantasy?
✦ note: inspired by the weeknd’s song “double fantasy” enjoy! xo <3
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
“‘Atta girl. You do so good for me every time.” he praises as your naked form sinks down to take his cock. Your hands are holding dearly onto his shoulders while his own are stuck to either side of you.
He ensures you carefully sit over his dick, his head resting against your headboard, sighing wistfully. Taking him inch by inch and hearing those strained and broken, heavenly moans of yours is reminiscent of the last time you guys did it— and the time before that. And the time before that.
Your back arches and chest pumps towards his face, hissing while adjusting to his delectable, girthy length. Your cunt was well-acquainted with his cock, inviting him inside your hole every so often for a while now.
Even though your parts fit together perfectly, your thighs twitch and you have to take a breather. Being stuffed to the brim with his manhood takes a minute to settle into. Your walls tightly encompass his cock, getting him to throb at the awaited sensation.
In between schedules and even during hectic moments, you invaded his mind. You were his relief and breath of fresh air in the midst of his chaotic and bustling life.
Your nude body on top of his reminded him how real he is. That he gets to experience the rawness of molding together with you. Having this intoxicating moment behind closed doors, shielded from the public and cameras.
Right here and right now, only thing that mattered was fucking his special girl.
During this time, you had his attention fully and vice versa. All frustrations and tension from your personal lives and being apart was taken out in the form of erotic skin-on-skin contact.
Once his cock is gladly received and your walls ease up, you start playing with your favorite toy, rocking your hips slowly to get the friction you crave.
Your fingers rake down from his shoulders to his chest, holding onto the guy whose mere presence gets you short-winded.
“Missed me?” he mumbles, hands holding your hips and tracing the curves.
You leaned forward, tits hanging in perfect view for him while you rubbed against his pubic bone. In response to his question, you only moaned softly, overwhelmed with how stuffed you were and the way your clit sparked from the friction.
You also honestly were afraid to admit aloud that you did in fact, missed him. There was no doubt that he knew it was true, but saying it to his face was scary.
It’s silly, but this thing you’ve got going on with Juyeon was mainly physical. Even if you wanted more, you knew that request would be hard to fulfill considering his current career. It’s a miracle he even managed to make time for your hookups and keep this situationship under wraps.
He smirks at your sultry, sweet sounds. Your sounds aren’t a proper answer, but they still speak volumes to him.
“Yeah? Is that right?” he teases you for your needy mewls.
“I missed you and your sexy ass.” he uses one of his massive hands to smack against an ass cheek.
You gasp loudly and practically jolt, turned on by the sting and his confession. Your walls hug him enthusiastically, leaving him to groan and maneuver his hands to your back. He pushes you closer to him to begin kissing up your neck, letting his lips display how much your body did wonders to him.
Your neck angles automatically and his nice kisses turn more ravenous after each one. He’s keen on treasuring your body, pulling your skin slightly between his lips. He cups your skin with his mouth, nipping at it gently.
Your whimpers don’t stop, only encouraging him to keep going and drag his lips towards your chest. Those beautiful lip corners of his raise while he wraps his lips around a mound, suckling and tugging on your erect bud.
His wet, steamy mouth over your tit blows your breath away. The way he sucks and starts gladly licking your nipple inclines you to bring a hand to his hair, fisting his black strands and encouraging his behavior.
He takes a second to look up at you while he stops and moves on to your other breast. You see hunger and desperation through his orbs, communicating to you with his mouth and eyes how insanely crazy you drive him. It’s like it’s his destiny to fuck and worship your body nonstop.
Both of your parts throb against each other, turned on to the max. You whimper as he looks up at you while pulling on your nipple, your body twitching and subtly grinding over him.
Looking at him like this all for you ignites passion within. You’d allow him to do anything he wanted to you if it meant viewing that gaze, him itching with lust for you.
You’re basking in being pampered by Lee Juyeon. His blistering kisses, licks, and starved bites creates a roller coaster of emotions for you. You gleefully surrender yourself to him, and he enjoys the way your body responds to him when he makes all these moves on you.
He doesn’t have to think twice about leaving hickeys behind, leaving traces of him so you’d have something to remind you of him in his absence. The reddish-purple splotches also served with intent of his claim over you.
Yes, under circumstances, he couldn’t publicly flaunt you and show you off. But when you’re left alone for days and sometimes even weeks, his scent and marks lingers over your home and body. It reminds you that he has you hooked and possessed.
What a shame you’re unable to mark him as you please for obvious reasons. It’s too risky. You have to be extra careful with your mouth and nails. It really does suck, but at least you get to have him to an extent at all, and he’s never shy with the physical affection he brings you when you get together, being more than generous.
“Ride me, babydoll. Like the good girl that you are for me.” Juyeon breathes out, giving your tits a few more kisses.
You fucking adore more than you’d like to admit being called his good girl, so you do as told, raising your hands to hold onto your headboard, followed by raising your hips.
You lift yourself carefully, letting some of his length slide out of you before sucking it back in again. Gasps and groans release from both of you at the sensation.
Juyeon’s hands move to your rear, supporting you in your movements. You start repeatedly moving up and down with breasts, thighs, and butt cheeks jiggling and clapping over his body.
A delicious rhythm has begun with his support. His fingers press into your fleshy ass and his hands on your rear, not being able to resist grabbing your precious peach that fills up his hands. His weighty hands also serve as aid for your movements, working with your hips to glide your pussy walls over his cock.
Getting drilled by his cock and hopping like a bunny over it is mind-numbing pleasure for you. And for him, the sensation of his dick getting stroked repeatedly and penetrating you deeply thanks to this position is mouthwatering.
With you riding him, he has close access to every inch of you. He has a front row seat of your beautiful breasts bouncing and face that appears wrecked and out of it with every plunge.
His cock head hits spots that only he can reach and bless, leaving you two in a state of elated bliss.
He’s unable to keep his hands situated in one spot. They roam freely over your hips, tracing your silhouette and entranced by every inch of you. Parts of you that are usually covered are here for him to see, all for himself, admiring the body that you bear.
In every other bounce he smacks your ass, which in turn, riles you up and gets you even more turned on.
“Juyeon! Fuck!” you breathlessly moan, fingers curling hard into the headboard as you moved your hips in all directions. By this point, Juyeon is meeting your movements with upward thrusts into you and helps you bounce with the palm of his hands. Sweat pearls on his forehead and it glistens especially all down your spine from the desperate activity.
The sex only continues to stay intense, especially when Juyeon starts to practically growl. His thrusts become quicker and harder with him now doing most of the work. He’s relentlessly moving, indicating that he’s close to cumming.
Fucking you was such a high. Your gummy walls gripped his cock fittingly, like your pussy was made for him. He was hitting deep into you. Precum dripped down his tip and spread, creating a mess that mixed with your own arousal. Squelching filled the room alongside sounds of skin slapping, moans, and the bed creaking.
Your being provides a rush to Juyeon. He craved intimacy and a body to keep him warm. You were that body, a person who smiled genuinely when you saw him and asked and listened about how his life’s going.
The sex between you two was phenomenal, but your attitude and way you perceive him is the other part of why he keeps coming back to you.
There’s clearly trust and some sort of bond formed between you both. You kept this relationship, situationship— or whatever the hell this was on the low, protective of his idol life and respecting him.
He relies on you to bring him comfort in any way he needs it, and you give it to him willingly, happy to have him however and whenever you can because you may or may not have fallen in love with him. And maybe, just maybe, he has fallen in love with you, too.
It’s complicated really, to be involved with someone in his position. It’d be hard to have a regular relationship and to keep promises, his life being so on-the-go and unpredictable.
But he can’t stray away from you. It would be better if he let you be with someone else with consistency and he just have casual flings to satisfy his needs. But you two can’t let one another go. You make do with what works for now, and pray one another’s heart doesn’t get broken in the process.
When he’s around you, and especially when your bodies are connected like this, he’s reminded how much he has to keep you in his life. His escape from stress and the real world, the person who keeps him grounded and appreciates all sides of him, from all angles.
These emotional feelings towards you and physically getting his length actively stroked and gripped by your cunt swamps him in a warmth that starts at his lower belly and extends between his legs and cock base.
It’s all he can focus on, that red hot intense pulsing that’s begging to be erupted and relieved.
Juyeon’s tongue runs over his teeth, persistently driving his cock into you. Your mewls and cries from his efforts only charge him, leading his muscles to contract.
A blast of semen finally shoots up into you from his bloated head, followed by more throbs and squirts of cum until he’s emptied out. His head leans back from the electrifying bust, heavy-lidded, biting his lower lip with low grunts.
His hips stutter and movements are sloppy as his warm liquid fills you up. His swollen, hard cock pulsing and spewing inside of you has you swaying and squeezing his shaft.
It’s gratifying watching him cum, that you’re the sole reason why. He shudders and groans as he finishes and from you squeezing him due to being so aroused.
Your hands drop from the headboard to his flushed chest, smoothing sensually over it before hooking your arms around his neck and leaning forward.
You start reaching for your high, boning your hips into him, twirling over his dick that’s growing overstimulated and stimulating your puffy clit.
Desperate breaths and broken mewls leave your throat while Juyeon’s hissing from the sensitivity. Though, he encourages you to finish, talking you through it while groping and slapping your ass in between.
“Keep going, fuck.”
“I’ve got you baby, use me all you want.”
“Cum for me, babydoll.”
And then you break, mouth fallen open, releasing stuttered gasps as your pussy pushes against him. Your muscles are spasming and heart rate is reaching the clouds as you cream all over his cock.
The sensational pleasure that comes with climaxing puts you into a trance. He’s fucked you stupid, mind shutting down to anything that isn’t that tingly pressure releasing that makes you feel giddy and satisfied.
“That’s it, mhmm.” Feels good, huh?” A hand of Juyeon’s begins to rub at your back, his calming touch bringing you back down.
Goosebumps spread all over your skin and all you can do is pant, out of breath. You allow yourself to slowly fall on top of him, his cock now softening and still inside you. Your face digs itself into the crook of his neck, and he brings his other hand to the back of your messy hair, petting your head.
Your warm, sweaty bodies hug together, listening to one another’s irregular breaths and heartbeats make effort to go back to normal.
And for a little while, it seems like time stops. Juyeon’s presence and protective hold shields you like a blanket. He allows your mind to stay peaceful and dreamy, purely basking in him holding you in bed, naked bodies still molded together.
Once you’ve had enough time to come down from the clouds and regain clarity, Juyeon gently pulls himself out of you. The sensation makes you slightly shiver and hiss, and he tongues his cheek at the feeling.
It takes so much in him to not wanna shove his dick back in you when your pretty pussy starts leaking you guys’ mixed fluids. The sight makes him have to hold back a growl to not sound like such an animal.
Luckily, the long night ahead leaves room to spend time together however you liked.
You two forget about the outside world for awhile, too busy indulging in each other.
That consisted of showering together, plenty more sex, and sweet, long conversations that involved subjects like how he feels about the latest song he’s recently recorded for, and reminiscing his trips to Paris for fashion week— of which, has his lips curling subconsciously when he says things like “You would die for this one café I went to” and “Damn, I wish you could come with me next time.”
And you shared things about your life, too. Telling him stuff like your latest online purchase, and the tragic tale of dropping the pizza you tried to carefully take out of the oven the other day— that you still ate, of course!
It was all ordinary stories, small victories in your life recently, and silly jokes in between from you.
But Juyeon liked that. He listened attentively just like you did when hearing him speak.
Hearing you talk about what you had for breakfast or the long-awaited update on your silly family drama meant so much to him. You guys were catching up. Regardless of the contrast in activities and lifestyle, he cares to know about what’s going on with you, big or small. He’s just thankful that he gets to be with you.
You might feel insecure about how mundane your life seemed or worried that you’re boring him, but Juyeon is extremely fond of you. Whatever you said was important to him, because all that matters is that you’re conversing freely with him, together at last.
Before you know it, you two have passed out cuddled-up in your bed.
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You don’t remember when you fell into slumber, or how long you’ve been out for.
It’s only been a few seconds since you’ve woken up, but what you do realize is there’s no body curled up and pressed against you anymore. The loss of Juyeon near you makes you moan tiredly, shifting loosely.
You worry he’s already gone until you adjust your eyes properly, seeing that his form is standing next to bed, torso bare and barely putting on his pants.
Your sounds and movements show that you’re now fully awake, so he turns to you, leaning over the bed to softly brush your hair.
“Hey, baby. Sorry if I woke you up.” he whispers, watching you rub the sleep out from your eyes, lips swollen, chapped, and pouted.
“What time is it?” your voice comes out low.
“Seven. I gotta get going.” despite his words, he fully sits down next to you, still half-dressed.
You adjust yourself to sit upright. Last night, he had told you that he had a jacket shoot early in the morning, followed by a movie premiere in the evening to attend the next day.
The part you dread greatly has come, where you bid goodbye. It was a set-routine at this point, but it never got easier.
It sounds dramatic, but your interactions with Juyeon were limited and not as frequent as you’d like it to be. His life is extremely demanding, and his personal life had to remain private to protect himself and the people he loves.
So, you had to grow accustomed to not hearing much from him for days, not seeing him as much as you’d like, and only being able to hangout within limited places like your house 90 percent of the time.
Having to navigate your relationship this way leaves a sour taste in Juyeon’s mouth and it worries him that he’s hurting your feelings, but you’re willing to make it work. You’ll always be here for him, supporting him and he’s aware of that. Which is why he feels shitty and blue every time he has to leave you.
You can never get yourself to tell him how much you’ll miss him or love him, so instead, you nuzzle your head against his chest, instantly wrapping your arms around him.
His own arms respond immediately, doing the same over your form. You give him a tight hug, and he just holds you in silence for a minute, wallowing in the comfort of each other.
“I’m still wearing your shirt. You need it back?” you speak up as you take note with your cheek pressing against his bare chest. After getting handsy and dirty with each other for a few rounds, he covered you with his shirt to sleep in, as he did most of the time.
Nah, keep it on. I’ll just grab a new one in the closet. You still have my other shirts here, right?”
You can’t resist in smiling at his words, knowing that yes, you did keep a handful of his clothing stored inside your closet.
What can you say, you liked wearing and stealing his clothes. And, Juyeon encourages it, too. He also likes leaving extra clothing behind here because even though he’s not able to be around as much as he’d like to and you don’t live together, this is still his home.
“Always.” you dotted a tiny kiss over his chest and he hums.
The small gesture and that singular word gives him the biggest urge to pull your lips towards his mouth to kiss you, and he does give into it.
He lets his lips do the talking of how his heart and mind feels, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, profound feelings of attachment and attraction towards you behind the way his lips move with yours.
You cherish the kiss, just like you did any other with him, never seeming to get enough of him.
After unspoken feelings of love and yearn through kisses and glossy eyes, you two had to let go so Juyeon wouldn’t be late.
Reluctantly, you each let go, and he gets off your bed to walk towards your closet. You sat in bed, watching him while your figure and mind feels like it’s in defeat.
You bunched up the bottom of Juyeon’s shirt that you wear in your hands, clutching tightly onto something that belongs to him. Seeing him get ready to leave feels like a pin stabbing at your heart, deflating it until it collapses, left empty until his next return.
Juyeon is filled with guilt and feels like he’s abandoning you, but he hopes you know that there’s a permanent spot reserved for you in his mind. He’s always thinking of you, selfishly hoping you never forget about him, too.
Once he’s properly dressed, he steers back to you. You try to put on your best smile, trying to conceal the fact that you’re bummed that he always has to leave like this.
Juyeon knows you’re trying your best for him. As if to reassure you and make it known that he appreciates your efforts, he taps your chin with his thumb, getting you to look at him with those doll-like eyes of yours.
He tips down to press a kiss over that adorable bed-head of yours, savoring your scent. You melt under his touch one last time.
“I’ll see you soon, cutie. Okay?” he voices, giving you a small nod.
“Okay.” you whispered, eyes locking once more before he leaves your bedroom and finds his own way out.
You’re left alone on your bed that seems massive and lonely without him in it. You stare at nothing in particular, listening to him step out of your house, doors shutting and locking as he does so.
Now, all you can do is attempt to fall back sleep.
At least in your slumber, you can be closer to him inside your dreams.
❪ 入れ墨 ❫ fluff est. rs photographer!changmin x f!reader 912 cw ノ they're engaged, lots of wedding stuff mentioned (& how expensive it is), kissing, not proofread 〃 @reisdoll ⸝⸝⸝ it's been *checks* 14 long months since i wrote for tbz BUT WE ARE BACK. i never stopped loving this group and the members, and i really hope the future will be kinder to them <3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
It's unusual to find Changmin not in bed with you by midnight, but luckily, you don't have to guess where he might be. There's only one plausible place that could be holding him this late. His study, at his computer.
You patter into the room, hair still wet from your shower and your light summer pyjamas on. It's completely dark save for the computer light illuminating Changmin's face. The curtains are still open, indicating that he has been sitting here for hours without noticing the passing time.
You close the curtains first, and then find the switch for the table lamp. The warm light pulls Changmin out of his focus immediately, and a sigh leaves his lips. He leans back in his chair, eyes scrunched shut, eyebrows tensed. You don't have to ask to tell his work has been frustrating him lately. Six hours on his computer without a break is never a good sign. His entire body shows the evident exhaustion.
You step behind his chair and let your hands find his shoulders. You gently work your fingers into his tense muscles. His head turns to the right, nose burrowing against your arm before he presses a kiss to your skin.
"It's late. You gonna sleep?" you pose the question. Somewhere in your head you already know the answer. He shakes his head quietly, muttering a quiet 'not yet' in response.
"Why are you still up?" he asks, leaning back against the headrest and blinking up at you. "Go sleep."
It's your turn to shake your head, "Not without you."
He frowns, "This isn't going to work, then. I have to finish these before tomorrow."
You glance at his computer where his editing software is open with a collection of photos from his latest shoot. A pre-wedding photoshoot; a very fancy one. You eye the elegant wedding dress the bride wears. It looks designer, upwards of ten thousand dollars at least. You've recently become more familiar with costs and styles of bridal wear on your own wedding dress hunt. Changmin has heard you complain more than once about the absurd costs.
You've always been so sure you would be more than happy with a cheaper wedding dress. Something classy without breaking the bank. Yet, you can't help but admire how stunning the bride looks in the photos with her poofy ballgown, massive train, and elegant veil. Changmin has completely captured the beauty of the dress and the bride. You rest your chin on the top of your fiancé's head, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you both stare at the photos.
"That dress is pretty," you mumble. Changmin can hear the want in your voice, despite you trying to conceal it. You're good at hiding things, but not from him. He has a way of reading you, even when you don't want him to.
The truth is, wedding dress shopping has been a source of stress for you recently—one that your fiancé can't easily help you with. You're still bent on keeping the dress a completely surprise for him, so you haven't told him much. It's not like you're rushed to find the one, but you've never particularly liked shopping for expensive things, especially something so important.
"Would you want to wear a dress like that?" he asks quietly.
"Maybe… if we were millionaires," you smile sarcastically. Changmin rubs your arm, eyebrows tense.
"I want you to have whatever dress you want. Don't focus on the cost so much. We'll make it work."
You kiss his head, "What about the rest, then? Everything about weddings are expensive. Venue, catering, decorations, reception, engagement shoot… they all cost a lot."
"Engagement shoot?" Changmin echoes, "I can do that for free."
"How? You need to be in the photos too, love. You can't be behind the camera and in front of it at the same time," you point out. Changmin is silent for a moment like he hadn't considered this fact before.
"I want to do our engagement shoot. I've imagined it in my head so many times. It's important to me."
"I know it is… we can think about it and figure something out."
"At least your bridal shoot, okay?" Changmin glances up at you. "I want to photograph you in your wedding dress."
"You will. We can do two separate shoots, or maybe you could tell Chanhee what you want and he could take the photos. You work together on projects all the time. You know he's good."
"Maybe."
"You're so picky about this," you tease fondly, fingers curling through his dark hair.
"And Chanhee is gonna be your best man anyway. He wouldn't even charge you for the photoshoot."
"Maybe."
"We can decide on it later. Finish up the touch-ups. I'll stay with you until you're done," you tell him.
"You sure?" Changmin's head turns up, dimple peeking out on his cheek. You smile back and press your lips to his before stepping back from his chair and pulling up a seat for yourself.
His attention turns back to his computer, eyes focusing on the smallest details to edit—adjusting colours, sharpening details, touching up blemishes. You watch him work for the next two hours, head resting on his shoulder, fighting sleep every time his scent relaxes you too much. By the time he's done, he finds you dozing off, still clinging to his side like a pillow. Adorable.
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“Which one?” You asked, holding up a silk, black maxi dress that only hugged the top half of your body and another that hugged all of your shape but arguably showed less skin—besides the open back, of course.
It shouldn’t have been a difficult decision, but you were having trouble deciding which one looked best—Afterall, you liked them both. And the heels you wanted to wear didn’t help by being a basic black pair that matched practically everything. You’ve even worn them casually with jeans.
The man behind you, your boyfriend, was eyeing them through the mirror you stood in front of. You’d just finished doing your makeup and hair, actually content with how both turned out; the success was making you excited to be going out.
You hadn’t had the chance to see friends much during the catastrophe you called balancing work and Eric—who was always busy, and when he wasn’t, was always with you. But, you had your best friend, who came over often when your boyfriend was overseas on tour or just plain busy, and occasionally you’d go out for drinks with others who reached out. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a simple life, but it was yours.
His eyes landed on your face as he grabbed the one from your left hand: the non-silk maxi.
“This one’s easier for me to take off,” He joked.
“Not funny, Eric.” You side-eyed, scrunching the other in the crevasse of your elbow so it didn’t drag on the floor. “Does it look better on me than the other?”
Throwing the dress over his shoulder, his hands found your waist, “You look good in both, but yeah,” He sighed, bringing his lips down to the skin at the nape of your neck, “It’s the open back, especially when you wear your hair up, drives me insane, you know.”
You giggled, but relished in the way he held you against his defined body. The way he kissed your skin so gently, caressing your waist over the sleep shorts you were getting ready in.
“Is it too…” You smirked, huffing out your nose, knowing what he was going to say before he had the chance to reply, “Modest?”
He laughed, and your eyes rolled, “Nobody needs to know you’re a freak besides me, baby,” Eric voiced, kissing your cheek in between words and playfully looking through the mirror, “Keep up your princess act for everyone else.”