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đ The finest motherfucker to ever exist đ
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bouncing on that dick and panting into his ear as he pulls my hair and fills me up so good that i start calling him daddy and drool stupidly into his mouth and down his pecs
eric via instagram [ eric.is.youngjae ]
APHRODISIAC .áŁ.á
â€YOU ATE THE ENTIRE THING???!!!
pairing ⥠eric sohn 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 â just a bunch of sweets.
everything seemed dull, the display of treats didnât 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 â 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 wasnât 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. âtabs chocolateâ whatever that means. it was labeled with gold typography, engraved with bold designs â 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 wasnât that great. Â
squinting, hoping his vision would be more clearer but it didnât. 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.Â
man fuck it.Â
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.Â
the other day, he saw you holding that same chocolate bar when you came back from work, wondering what snacks youâve brought this time but he never paid attention to it until now.
he breaks off a piece, holding a huge chunk between his fingers â 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, heâs never been more excited to eat chocolate.Â
without a thought, he takes a bite, eating an entire chunk, not knowing the consequences of his actions.Â
oh lord.Â
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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.Â
the lock faintly clicks, slowly opening the door. âiâm home!â your voice is alert and attentive. closing the door behind you before you fully grasped yourself, not registering that he wasnât answering like usual.Â
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.
âbabe?â your voice, soft with a hint of worriness in your tone. weird. Â
he was definitely home, no rehearsals, no interviews â his schedule was pretty light today. so why was it so quiet in here?Â
âeric?â you called again, and was met with silence.Â
wait.Â
you hear a distinct sound coming from down the hallway, actually it was coming from the bedroom.
âmmph!â a soft, almost like a moan was heard from the bedroom once again, gradually getting louder with each step you take.Â
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. Â
âf-fuck â baby I need you so bad..â 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. Â
messy jet black hair, all tangled in the sheets. his skin was tinged with a radiant glow â 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 â 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. Â
hold on.Â
your eyes widened with shock, coming to a realization â it was the chocolate bar you bought. he ate the entire thing..?
did he not know that there was aphrodisiac�
âf-fuck baby, where are you â i miss you.â 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 â his biceps flex, revealing his toned structure. he was getting more sensitive, trembling even.Â
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 â 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.Â
âB-BABE??!!â he immediately shot up, looking at you with embarrassment. he grabs the duvet and shields his body from you. ây-youâre home early. i-i didnât hear you come inâ clears his throat as he tries to break off the awkwardness.Â
ây-yeah, they sent me home early.â you try to make light of the situation, ignoring the fact you caught him masturbating to the thought of you.Â
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 wasnât really ashamed.Â
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 â not even a refreshing cold bucket of water could cure him. the heat was immensely rapid but something about this heat felt like it wasnât from humidity, no, this wasnât heat at all. this was a craving, an appetite for hunger â sexual desire.
he needed a cure.Â
you.
âhey, are you okay?â your brows furrow, eyes searching for any signs of flickers, concerns as you say with a worried tone while inching closer to him.Â
you slowly plop yourself onto the bed, the mattress sinking as your weight crushes the soft foam. you put your palm to his forehead â he was burning, his temperature was fluctuating with your cold hand, it felt like he had a fever. Â
âomg babe, youâre burning. hold on iâll ge-â Â
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. âeric?âÂ
his expression was unreadable, he doesnât utter a word but instead, just pins you down on the bed with you underneath him. the covers fell gently on ericâs back like it was controlled by air.
his lips crash onto yours. no second thoughts, no doubts, not a hint of hesitation. youâre 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. ânngh â i need you.â 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.Â
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 youâre breathing heavily while looking at him with your eyes â a silent plea that spoke of a relief that only he could offer.
âIâm yours.âÂ
âI want you.âÂ
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 â an addicting feeling you never want to let go.Â
âi want to taste you, baby.â 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 heâs practiced this.
till youâre left with only panties.
he removes your undergarments, leaving them on the cold wooden floor.Â
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 heâs ever seen.Â
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.Â
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 â 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.
heâs been waiting for this moment. he didnât know how long he could contain himself until he fully broke.      Â
his mouth was sending you to frenzy, a high that you didnât 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.
âfuck!â your head was thrown back, fingers clutching the bed sheets so tightly as you whimper. his tongue was pleasuring you expertly â swishing, swirling, curling, sucking every last bit of you like he hasnât 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 didnât 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 itâs 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 â playing around with your sensitive bud, sucking hard on your clit as he wanted to see you crumble, fall apart.Â
and your sounds were only fueling his hunger even more.Â
âfuck baby, you taste so good.â he mumbles, heavy with lust. he sees you trembling. were you getting close?Â
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.Â
âe-eric, i-iâm getting close.â you shriek, he smirks once again, but this time, it was different. maybe itâs the way your eyes are getting glossy from the overwhelming pleasure but the way he looks right now, made you go hysterical.Â
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 couldnât â not when this overstimulating heaviness was clouding your entire body. âcum on my tongue babyâ he mutters against you, his voice was dark, stern, commanding.Â
shit.Â
âmâgonna c-cum!â 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 â nothing would come out.Â
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. Â
âthat chocolate bar you bought, what the hell was in itâŠâ was he seriousâŠ.? oh my god! he was serious.
âbabeâŠthose were aphrodisiac chocolatesâŠ.â your voice, quiet, almost a whisper while still catching your breath.Â
he looks at you with a confused expression, his brows furrow together, not a single thought retorts in his mind.Â
âthey were sex chocolates. thatâs why youâve been acting like....that.â you sigh as you gestured to all of him.Â
âohhhhâŠ.oh.âÂ
maybe you should warn him next time.Â
âwell you up for another round?â his eyes sparkle with glimmer of anticipation while giving you puppy dog eyes.
or maybe you shouldnât buy the chocolate again.
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lolli's notes ⥠hi everyone! i wanted to write about eric because why not and i canât get over this photoshoot. dazed ericâŠ.he looks so good. i know tabs chocolate is a real thing and i know itâs not shaped like a chocolate bar but letâs pretend it is. hope yâall enjoyed this one!

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Everybody Knows That Iâm A Good Girl, Officer.
â§ pairing: policeman! eric x fem! reader
⊠genre: smut
â§ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, protected sex (stay safe, folks!), riding, cowgirl, kissing, making out, pet names, dirty talk, oral fixation, tipsy/drunk reader, mention of blood, lowkey-highkey drunk sex, car sex
⊠word count: 6.3k words
â§ synopsis: if sleeping with an officer is wrong, you donât want to be right.
⊠disclaimer: remember, all my work is purely fiction!
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Need me a pretty boy who will let me pin him against the wall, hand around his throat, knee between his legs, and slap him. Moan all pretty and ragged, staring at me with vacant eyes, even as his cheek reddens. And I'll kiss him real sweet and say "Good job. Want another one?" Just so I can make him beg me for more.
he's a gooooood boy !! he's such a good boy !! some boys are just so ready for conditioning aren't they ?? and once he's got you pinned down and his tongue's in your mouth and he's deliriously bouncing on it, he's not gonna stop until you know exactly how good he can make u feel too ^_^ so quit struggling :3c in a few minutes you'll never ever want anything but this again <3
Good Boy, Bad Boy
â§ pairing: hybrid puppyboy bf! eric x gf! reader
⊠genre: smut
â§ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, female receiving, fingering, oral, face fucking, p!ssy drunk eric, cursing, dumbification, panty sniffing, male masturbation, squirting, slight degradation, power play, praise kink, pet names, kissing, aftercare, slightly dom! reader + subby! eric, hybrid au
⊠word count: 3.7k words
â§ synopsis: having a hybrid boyfriend isnât for the weak.
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Warm Me Up | e. s.
(co-written with @ashonheavenscloud in a christmas themed round of frantic fanfic! merry christmas everyone <3)
âShit, I canât even feel my hands,â your boyfriend hisses as he peels his wet gloves off, and promptly drops them to the floor.
âNext time you start a snowball fight,â you laugh, the last word emphasized as you yank a snow boot off your foot, âmake sure youâre well equipped for it. Iâm a snow storm you canât handle.â

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ERIC: STICKY ©Roeyroeygo
as long as youâre sure youâre okay with it!!
11 (âIâll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.â), 94 (Whispered praises against the otherâs lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.), and 96 (âOh, sensitive there, arenât we?â) with eric please đ„č
yes i might just be the softest subbiest eric whore you will ever meet i apologise đ
(don't die pup, enjoy every single drop of this request đ€Ș)
Desperate
Member & Prompts:Â Eric Sohn (TBZ) +Â 11. "I'll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.", 94. Whispered praises against the otherâs lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans., & 96. âOh, sensitive there, arenât we?â
Warnings:Â Smut (18+, minors DNI), choking, rough sex, pet names (baby, baby girl, princess), cursing, praising? (idk if there's anything else I missed!)
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It was a cold, quiet afternoon. The sound of raindrops hitting the window, the natural glow from the sky shedding some light into the dark room, and all snuggled up against Ericâs chest.
His back leaning against the headboard, his arms and legs wrapping your body like a warm blanket as you watch him play his video game on the screen in front of you.
Watching the veins in his hands move as he grips the controller, his fingers fiddling with the buttons. You suddenly feel your core throb at the thought of how he caged your body beneath his the night before. Oh how you loved his hands.
The way its firm grip has on your soft skin. The way his rough fingers lightly graze your sensitive spots, making you feel lightheaded every time- just like what had been happening to you at this very moment.
âI-Iâm going use the restroomâŠâ you mutter as you get up from the bed. âOkay!â he responds back as his eyes were focused on the game.
Maybe splashing water on your face was a good idea, maybe it would help calm your racing mindâŠÂ Looks like you spoke a bit too soon.Â
The image of the veins protruding on his strong hands were still stuck in your mind, feeling yet another throb down in your core.
eric wld look so fucking hot stoned likeeeee and the way itâd make him soooo horny and needy and pathetic puppy boyfriend and- [phone blows up]
i need to write smth for this asap pls give me the strength to self-indulge
Faded With You
â§ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader
⊠genre: smut
â§ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, marijuana usage, reader and eric are both high, high sex, no actual description of smoking but the after effects are extremely present, cowgirl and missionary position, riding, unprotected sex (sighâŠ), creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, an ounce of dumbification, pet names, âdaddy kinkâ âcause hell yeah
⊠word count: 3k words
â§ synopsis: two words: high sex
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Teacherâs Pet
â§ pairing: student teacher! eric x fem student! reader
⊠genre: smut
â§ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, male receiving, filthy oral sex, hand job, so much spit, dirty talk, praising, pet names, cursing, kissing, filthy, obsessive reader, power imbalance? public sex? like one comment of degradation (reader is called a slut once), perverted, nasty, messy reader and eric
⊠word count: 5.7k words
â§ synopsis: youâre in your own world, not really a social butterfly and just going about your business in focusing on your education. that is, until your professorâs student teacher catches on to how youâre not so innocent and proper after all.
⊠note: if this type of pairing bothers you, then do not engage! always remember that all my work is purely fiction.
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Summary: eric really likes your boobs
Genre: Smut, absolutely no plot
WC: 919~
Pairing: eric sohn x fem!reader
Warnings: tit sucking, dry humping, implied fem!reader, first ever smut writing so bear with me
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Eric the type to fuck you and call it his workout
this is too real i need to sit down