#eric au

“thank you!” you smiled as the blonde guy held the elevator doors for you. it was almost six p.m., your feet killing you inside of those awful heels, you couldn’t wait to get home and rest.

you leaned against the elevator wall, closing your eyes as the elevator got up. the elevator stopped abruptly, shaking as if it was about to fall down. you opened your eyes, nervous, only to see the emergency light on.

“what the fuck?” you sighed.

“it must have been a power outage” the guy next to you said, weirdly calm. you looked at him terrified, suddenly nervous to be stuck in the elevator with a neighbor you have never seen before. “it happens quite often around this building, are you new here?”

“what...?”

“you seem a little scared, that’s why i’m asking” the boy explained himself, sitting on the floor.

“and you’re not?!”

the guy chuckled, shaking his head. “i grew up here, it doesn’t amuse me anymore. i’m eric, by the way. i live on the 12th floor.”

“y/n.” you said, still nervous. “8th floor.”

eric nodded, grabbing his phone from his pocket. as expected, there was no service at all as the big numbers showed the time: 18:02. you expected to be out of that damn metal box in five minutes, max.

“your boyfriend’s not gonna like when he finds out his girl is stuck in an elevator with another guy” eric said, your eyes staring at your phone. 19:57. you had no other option but sit down and talk to the guy next to you, which you found out wasn’t that bad. he seemed to have a good sense of humor, making you laugh occasionally.

“i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“girlfriend?”

“nope. it’s just me and my cats.”

eric hummed, looking at you through the weak emergency light. the two of you sat down on the floor, next to each other – because you wore a skirt to work that morning, so you decided it was better to sit next to a stranger than across, letting him see your underwear.

“what?” you asked, looking back at him. eric shook his head, smiling.

“how come no one got you yet?”

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. you playfully slapped his knee and he raised his eyebrows, looking funny at you.

“is that how you flirt?”

“nah, i wouldn’t flirt with you. i’m assuming you work in a office, doing fancy stuff. i’m a bartender, you wouldn’t fall for my crap.”

you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowed. “i’m not that shallow, y’know?” you responded, a little offended.

“oh, yeah? so if you headed to a bar after work, would you let me get you a free drink and walk you home?”

“sure, why not? it can be dangerous to walk drunk alone” you shrugged. eric laughed.

“would you let me kiss you in front of your door?”

“well, not in front of my door, 'cause you would have to pass my doorman...” you laughed. eric rolled his eyes, holding a smile back. “but i guess i would let you kiss me” you said, stopping laughing. your voice faded almost as a whisper, eric’s eyes strong on yours.

“do i have to buy you a drink first?” he asked, slowly leaning in.

maybe because you were tired, maybe because he made you laugh enough to find him charming, or simply because he is charming, you shook your head, whispering a weak “no” before pressing your lips against eric’s.

as his tongue circled your bottom lip, you held back a whimper. it’s been so long since you got on a date, you couldn’t remember when you had any kind of intimacy with another person. his tongue felt smooth against yours, his hands gripping onto your hips and you barely realized he placed them there. your hands found the nape of his neck, your fingers feeling his soft short hair.

realizing you felt uncomfortable in that weird position, eric pulled you in, trying to get you to sit on his lap. you broke apart of his lips, your cheeks bright red even under the dim lights.

“i can’t straddle you, i’m wearing a skirt” you said out of breath, his lips reaching your chin. he hummed, his nose caressing your jawline.

“i’m not gonna look, i promise” he said, his lips kissing the soft skin of your neck. you chuckled, unconsciously leaning your head back for him to have better access to your soft spots. “or we could both undress, if it makes you more comfortable.”

your laugh got stuck inside of your throat as eric sucked the sweet spot right under your jaw, your hands gripping onto his hair.

“fuck it” you moaned, throwing your leg on top of his lap, trying not to let your weight on him. eric chuckled, his hands lowering your body on his.

“that’s my intention” he groaned, his lips softly caressing your skin. you tried to lift yourself again and he laughed, lowering your body again. “you can sit on me, i won’t break.”

“it’s just... i just met you” you said, realization hitting you.

“let me show you what i do best, then” he said, his lips back on yours before you could answer. his hands lowered to your thighs, slowly lifting your social skirt. you found yourself actually sitting on his lap, his cock growing harder underneath you.

“wait, what about the security cameras?”

“it’s a power outage, princess. no one will be able to see you, just me” he whispered, his fingertips reaching your clothed pussy.

you laughed. “you promised you wouldn’t look” you reminded him, playfully. eric laughed, shaking his head.

“and gave you a better suggestion right after, remember?” he said, his left hand tucking your hair behind your ear. “we should both undress, hm?” as his right fingers circled your clit softly, you whimpered, feeling your arousal starting to pool.

while circling your clit slowly, his free hand started to unbutton your blouse. his lips met your collarbone with a hum, your skin burning against his lips.

“you’re not undressing, eric” you said, your eyes trying to stay open as his fingertips found the hem of your underwear, ready to pull them. his lips let go of your skin and he grinned, his left hand caressing your waist beneath the fabric of your blouse.

“would you like me to undress, y/n?” he asked, his tone sending chills to your spine. you nodded, feeling your cheeks hotter.

“it’s not fair.”

“what’s not fair?” eric asked, his right hand still hanging between your pussy and your underwear, waiting for your greenlight to pull them to the side.

“you’re only taking my clothes off.”

your hands found the hem of his t-shirt timidly, waiting for him to say or do something. eric smiled, gently squeezing the flesh of your waist. he leaned in, going straight to your right ear.

“then you better hurry up and take mine as well, before the power goes back and the neighbors catch us like this, hm?” he whispered, his knuckles brushing against your clit again. you whined both at the feeling and the thought of being caught, your hands held his shirt tight, pulling it before you could think straight.

eric let go of you to help you pull his shirt off, your jaw almost dropping by the sight of his toned abdomen right in front of you. you thought that kind of body only existed in television and photoshoped magazines, not in a couple of floors above yours. he laughed at your expression, caressing your cheek.

“you like what you see?”

you blushed, nodding. he grinned, his other hand caressing your thigh again. you couldn’t help yourself, grinding against his clothed crotch as his hand squeezed your thigh. eric groaned and you felt a knot down your stomach, completely turned on by now.

“you can see this everytime you want, babe. 12th floor, remember?” he said, trying to keep the mood as light as possible.

you nodded, leaning in to kiss his soft lips again. as you pressed your clothed pussy against his boner again, he moaned into the kiss, his hands dropping your blouse through your shoulders, quickly looking for your bra. he unclasped the piece of clothing with two fingers and you whined as he pulled your bra completely out of your body, embarrassed to be exposed like that. eric broke the kiss, taking his time to admire your bare chest, amazed by how beautiful you are. you tried to cover yourself with your arms and eric quickly grabbed your hands, looking at your eyes.

“there’s no need for you to be shy, y/n. you’re so pretty” he said, his hands leading yours to his torso. he made sure your hands got busy with his own body as his lips lowered to your upper chest. “you’re so hot” he mumbled between open mouthed kisses on your boob, so close to your hard nipple you could feel his breath. “it’s such a shame i’m the only one who gets to see how hot you look right now...”

“eric...” you moaned, anticipating for the moment he would finally lower his mouth to your nipple.

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you” he mumbled, making out with your soft flesh. you knew you would have bruises all over your chest in a couple of hours, but your brain was completely shut down at that point.

“i...” you tried. you actually tried to tell him to suck on your tits and touch your cunt as a desperate whore, but the words couldn’t find their way out of your throat. “i can’t” you whined.

eric chuckled, his hands going behind your skirt again. “you’re shy, hm? that’s ok, i’m in a good mood today. how do you feel...” he said, both his hands grabbing your ass. you moaned, closing your eyes shut. “... about telling me yes or no? i’ll ask if you want me to do something and you’ll tell me, hm?”

you nodded, your hands holding onto his torso.

“words, princess. i’m gonna need words.”

“yes, eric. yes” you whine. he smiled, even though you couldn’t see.

“do you want me to rub you, pretty girl?”

feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks and ears, you bit your lip before saying a shaky “yes”. eric hummed, his dominant hand entering your underwear with ease. his fingertips reached your slit, collecting your arousal before circling your clit for real this time. you moaned, your hands reaching for his shoulders as you leaned in, looking for support.

“you’re so wet, y/n” he cooed. “is it because of me? a stranger you met over an hour ago?”

“y-yes. god, yes” you whined as he kept his pace and pressure. he got you clenching around nothing just by rubbing your clit. jesus, you were quite deprived and didn’t even realized.

“do you want me to suck your tits, babe? make you feel real good before fucking you dumb?”

you whined, pressing your hips down, trying to get more friction of his fingers. “please...”

eric smiled big before attaching his lips to your hardened nipple. you moaned, squeezing his shoulders at the contact. his tongue circled your nipple so softly and slowly, almost as if he was devouring your body. his fingers stopped for a moment, only to slid through your slit again and enter your pussy slowly, his digits stretching your gummy walls. you bit your lip trying to avoid loud moanings, not knowing where the elevator stopped.

his cock was throbbing inside of his sticky underwear and you knew it. a little clumsy, you reached for his belt, loosening it the way you could, your body too overwhelmed to do things straight. eric let go of your nipple with a loud pop, smiling at you.

“you have no idea of how bad i want you to jerk me off, baby” he started, his fingers painfully slow in and out of you. “but i’m afraid we’re gonna have to pass it for now, 'cause i need to fuck you before the lights come back, hm?”

“but you... you’re doing it to me” you managed to say, almost strangled. he chuckled, pumping in and out of you faster. you gasped, your hands supporting yourself on his torso.

“and i could do this all day. but i can’t go home only feeling your dripping cunt on my fingers, can i?” he said softly, as if he wasn’t about to make you cum on his fingers. your fingernails digged into his skin and you held your breath, letting him know you were about to cum, so he kept the pace, his palm casually brushing through your clit.

you leaned your head against his shoulder as you came, literally drooling on his skin. you didn’t have time to feel embarrassed as he removed his fingers out of you as soon as you came down, licking them as if he was starving and you were the best meal he’s ever had. still shaking a little, you unzipped his pants and managed to pull his underwear down, the most uncoordinated way possible. eric chuckled and you felt your mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing tip hitting his stomach, so red and shiny leaking his precum.

“you think you can ride me?” eric asked, pumping himself slowly between your bodies. he had a decent size, probably big enough to hit your cervix, thicker than you expected.

as you looked at him with hazed eyes, his free hand found his walled inside of his back pocket. he stopped jerking off for a bit, looking for a condom between the tip bills he had in there. after finding and opening the package with his teeth, you couldn’t stop looking as his movements, wondering if he could fuck you raw.

“i think i can try” you said, lifting yourself up and pulling your panties to the side. as eric adjusted himself beneath you, you slowly sank down, feeling his tip stretching you. you bit your lips, holding a loud moaning and eric hissed. his hands grabbed your ass with eager and his head rested against the cold metal wall.

you lowered your body slowly, trying to adjust to the delicious feeling of his cock inside of you. as you got him completely inside of you, you whined and eric slapped your ass. your body jolted at the feeling, eric groaning at the movement. seeying his neck exposed, your lips shyly kissed his adam’s apple, slowly moving on top of him.

“aren’t you sweet?” eric groaned, slapping your ass again. “gosh, you’re so tight. talk to me otherwise i’ll cum in a minute” he moaned, his hand caressing the flesh he freshly slapped.

“i can’t think of anything” you whine, your ass smacking against his skin. his tip brushed against your g-spot so easily, your mind going completely blank. you gave the spot between his shoulder and his neck a specially harsh kiss, sucking on the skin right after. he moaned, the sound making you clench around him.

“you like it when i moan, princess?” he asked, his voice sending chills down your spine. you hummed against his skin, clenching again.

“men... they never moan” you said, closing your eyes again. you put your forearms on his shoulders, trying to get support as your thighs began to feel sore. eric chuckled, suddenly trusting his hips foward to meet yours. you moaned unexpectedly, throwing your head back.

“i’m not like the men you fucked before, hun” eric whimpered, his voice shaky. “i’m not intending to hide how good you feel around me.”

you whined, slowing down your pace. you were about to get cramps on your thighs, but you could feel your second orgasm so close...

“your thighs hurtin’?” eric asked, his hand squeezing your ass again.

“yes” you whined, sinking down again.

eric hissed before sliding himself down on the floor, laying the best way he could inside of that tiny metal cube. pulling your torso towards him, eric started to thrust in and out of you, fucking you deliciously.

you pressed your forehead against eric’s shoulder while whining, the pleasure becoming unbearable. eric kept his pace, his tip hitting your cervix non-stop.

“i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop clenching around me” eric moaned and you only whined in response, your hands squeezing the sides of his torso.

your name never seem to leave his lips as his thrusts became erratic and he came first inside of the condom. he kept his hard thrusts while riding his high and you took that moment to put your hand between your bodies and rub your clit, your orgasm washing over you in a matter of seconds.

you plopped your whole body down, your legs weak like jelly. eric chuckled, his hands caressing the sides of your body. he gave you a minute before pulling his dick out of you, enjoying your last whine.

“you look so beautiful like this” he said as you started lifting your body away from his. you seemed confused and he smiled. “all fucked up.”

you laughed and slapped his chest playfully before completely leave his lap. eric watched with hazed eyes as you fixed your underwear and lowered your skirt back to it’s place. when you were about to grab your bra, eric got it first, hiding behind his body.

“what’s this now?” you asked, chuckling. eric smiled, pulling his underwear and pants back up while still looking at you.

“your tits are too pretty to be covered by a bra” he shrugged, sitting on the floor again. you shook your head, suddenly feeling exposed again under the dim lights. “i’mma keep them for now, huh?”

you didn’t know what to respond as eric helped you dressing your blouse again, his fingertips brushing against your hot skin while he buttoned the piece for you. when he was done, you knew he could see your nipples piercing through the thin fabric – exactly like he pictured.

“so pretty” he mumbled before leaning in to kiss you again. and you let him kiss your lips for the nth time, completely unaware of the time or how long it would take for the power to come back.

(un)fortunately, the lights got back on two minutes after eric got you dressed again. you got on your feet awkwardly, leaning down to grab your terrible heels again. eric hummed at the view of your ass towards him, you skin still red under the fabric. eric got up as well, putting his shirt back on. he sneaked your bra inside of his pants while keeping eye contact with you.

the elevator’s ding indicated the 7th floor.

“be my guest to come around and get it back anytime you want, sweetheart” he smiled. you suddenly felt like hovering his body with yours again, but you couldn’t. “12th floor, 1207. i’ll wait for you.”

the doors opened and you walked out against your will, eric’s smile vivid inside of your mind. as the elevator’s door closed behind you, leaving you alone in the hallway, you took a deep breath before turning around.

— Tudo bem, tudo bem. Vamos fingir por um segundo que não somos amigos. – Diz Kevin, recuperando a compostura depois de rir.

— Não! A resposta continua sendo não. Eu não namoraria com você se você fosse uma garota. – Eric começa a protestar e vocês quatro caem na gargalhada novamente.

— Não era isso que eu ia dizer.

Estendendo os braços, ele faz sinal para que os demais se acomodem. Você, Jacob e Eric finalmente se acomodam em seus assentos, com o estômago doendo de tanto rir.

— De qualquer forma, essa pergunta não é para você, traidor. – Kevin estreita os olhos para Eric.

— Como é que é, eu não querer sair com você se você fosse menina é ser um traidor?

Kevin ignora a pergunta de Eric, com os olhos voltados para você.

— Esta pergunta é para Sn.

Seus olhos se arregalam quando a atenção de repente se volta para você.

— Eu também não sairia com você...

— Essa NÃO é a minha pergunta. – Kevin o interrompe. — Minha pergunta é: se nunca fôssemos amigos, você me acharia atraente?

Você revira os olhos e os três gemem coletivamente. Kevin olha em volta, confuso com a reação.

— O quê? É uma pergunta genuína!

— Sim, Kevin. Literalmente, todos os ídolos são objetivamente atraentes. – Você fala como se estivesse no piloto automático.

— Não, não, não. Não objetivamente. Quero dizer, se você nunca tivesse me conhecido, você olharia para mim e diria "gente, eu quero muito ele", ou não?

A pergunta certamente estava ultrapassando um limite perigoso. Um simples "sim" poderia mudar seu relacionamento para sempre. Todos vocês sabem muito bem que não parariam de pensar na possibilidade de namorar um ao outro.

— Kevin, você está sempre fazendo perguntas estranhas como essa. – Jacob repreende e dá um tapa no ombro de Kevin.

Kevin sibila e ele acaricia a área afetada.

— Vocês dois estão mentindo se disserem que não estão curiosos também. – Ele olha diretamente para Jacob e Eric.

Os dois olham um para o outro antes de voltar a olhar para Kevin e depois para você.

— Sabe de uma coisa? Sim, eu faria isso. – Você admitiu.

Para você, isso não foi um problema. Ele especificou que foi antes de você conhecê-lo, e isso foi crucial o suficiente para que sua resposta não alterasse o relacionamento. Os rapazes começam a se entusiasmar com sua resposta. Você dá de ombros.

— Você sabe o que isso significa, Kevin. – Eric provoca, sorrindo para ele.

— Absolutamente nada. Agora eu sei que ele é o Kevin. – Você dá uma risadinha enquanto Kevin reage com incredulidade.

— Todos vocês são falsos. – Kevin aponta o dedo para cada um de vocês.

— E quanto a mim? – Pergunta Jacob, com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

— Sem dúvida. Você transmite vibrações de marido. – Jacob suspira, seu sorriso se alarga.

Kevin zomba, recostando-se em sua cadeira.

— Por que você se sente lisonjeado? Você sabe que isso significa que ela não pensa mais assim, certo?

O rosto de Jacob fica abatido, franzindo as sobrancelhas para você.

— Por que isso, Sn?

— Bem... Suas vibrações estão mais parecidas com as de uma mãe agora, então. – Você se interrompe, olhando para os lados.

Kevin e Eric caem na gargalhada, apontando para Jacob de forma zombeteira. Jacob aperta seu coração dramaticamente.

— Eu sou o próximo! – Eric diz animado.

Seu coração bate mais forte no peito. Assim como os outros, você se lembra da primeira vez que viu Eric. Olhar para cada membro desse grupo era de dar água na boca, mas o Eric? Era como se ele tivesse preenchido todos os requisitos. E quando ele sorria? Fazia seu coração pular uma batida toda vez. Você gostaria de poder dizer que seus sentimentos mudaram depois que se conheceram melhor.

— Ah. Bebê Youngjae. – Você faz beicinho enquanto bagunça o cabelo dele.

Os outros dois bufaram antes que Eric tirasse sua mão da cabeça dele.

— Você está sempre me tratando como uma criança. E você não é nem um ano mais velha do que eu! – Ele aponta acusadoramente ao se lembrar de sua data de nascimento.

Você se lembra de como ele se sentiu traído quando descobriu sua idade real, mas não demorou muito para ele superar isso. Logo, vocês dois se tornaram inseparáveis. Sua idade próxima permitia que você se desse bem com ele mais do que com Jacob e Kevin.

A personalidade e o humor dele combinavam perfeitamente com os seus. Como Eric disse uma vez, era como se vocês fossem almas gêmeas. Você se lembrou de como suas orelhas ficavam quentes quando ele dizia isso. Felizmente, ele não percebeu. Você estava praticamente ferrada agora.

— Você ainda é mais jovem do que eu. – Você provoca, sorrindo para ele.

Ele retribui o olhar, com a mandíbula saliente.

— Isso não é justo. Você respondeu aos dois...

— Tudo bem, eu também achei você atraente. – Você admite.

Eric tenta conter um sorriso enquanto os outros dois fazem "ooh" novamente. Você revira os olhos, ignorando as batidas do seu coração. Admitir isso para Eric fez você se sentir muito mais vulnerável.

— Ok, por que não sou mais atraente? – Eric inclina a cabeça, aguardando uma resposta que você não tinha.

Sair com Eric era muito divertido, por isso você fazia isso constantemente. Entretanto, esse não era o único motivo, você não conseguia tirá-lo da cabeça. Você pensava nele todas as noites, inclusive quando...

— Porque você é irritante! – Você tenta rir para disfarçar seu nervosismo crescente.

Para seu desgosto, pode sentir suas bochechas começarem a esquentar.

— Isso é muito rude... Você está corada? – Você cobre as bochechas com as mãos depois que Eric aponta para isso.

— Ela está! – Os meninos riem e apontam, dessa vez para você.

— Pare! É só porque o álcool está fazendo efeito! – A frieza dos seus dedos não é páreo para a sua pele escaldante.

— Mentirosa. Você literalmente disse que não ia beber para não ficar de ressaca. – Eric provoca.

Você olha para ele e ele sorri de volta. Suas reações tímidas o divertiam muito. Você não sabia dizer se era porque ele as achava bobas, ou porque você expôs o que realmente sentia. Eric deve estar se sentindo tão arrogante agora, ele foi o único a conseguir essa reação de você.

— Vai se foder, Kevin. – Você tira o chapéu e o joga nele. Ele se esquiva, ainda rindo.

— Não é minha culpa que você tenha uma queda pelo Eric. – Kevin faz uma careta para você, e você procura outra coisa para atirar nele.

O resto da noite foi excruciante. Eric olhava para você com um sorriso idiota e você se sentia envergonhada demais para falar.

— Ok, estou indo para a cama agora. – Jacob anuncia.

— Não! Só mais trinta minutos. – Kevin implora.

Todos vocês sabem que vai demorar muito para que possam se encontrar assim.

— Eu sinto muito. Vou adormecer em minha cadeira se ficar aqui por mais tempo. – Jacob se levanta grogue de sua cadeira e sai do quarto de Eric.

— Se Jacob está indo embora, eu também vou. – Kevin corre atrás de Jacob, que está andando muito rápido para alguém que diz estar cansado. — Ah, e é melhor vocês não fazerem cara feia ou eu conto para a mamãe.

Kevin espia de volta para o quarto antes de finalmente fechar a porta.

Você estreita os olhos para a porta, Kevin é mesmo um idiota. Quando você vira a cabeça, percebe que Eric está sobre ti, você se inclina para trás o máximo que pode, mas sua cabeça bate na parede. O nariz dele roçou o seu enquanto ele olhava fixamente em seus olhos.

— O que... O que está fazendo? – Você gagueja.

— Só estou vendo uma coisa. – Ele se inclina um pouco para trás para examinar adequadamente seu rosto. — Vejo como você está surtando.

— Qualquer um seria pego de surpresa se o rosto de outra pessoa estivesse tão próximo. – Você insiste de forma pouco convincente.

— Besteira, você me acha gostoso, não é?

Antes que você pudesse responder, ele já estava se inclinando para trás, com as mãos apoiadas nos braços da cadeira. Ele inclina a cabeça para o lado enquanto os olhos dele te fitam, você engole com força e tem certeza de que ele viu.

— Você está tão bonita agora. – Eric dá uma risadinha. — Muito beijável.

— Ok, já chega. – Você ri desajeitadamente ao se levantar.

Você fica paralisada, refém do olhar dele. A maneira como os olhos dele passam para os seus lábios faz você se contorcer.

— O quê? Você não quer me beijar? Só para ver o que acontece, nada sério. – Ele agarra suas mãos, com os polegares roçando em sua pele. — Quer?

Ele sugere como se fosse um pedido inocente. Bem, também não é super explícito, é apenas um beijo, só para ver o que acontece. Você acena lentamente com a cabeça e ele sorri. Ele se inclina com os olhos fixos em seus lábios, os lábios dele roçam nos seus levemente.

Cada parte de sua pele tocada por ele parece estar pegando fogo. O nariz dele deslizando no seu, as mãos te acariciando com ternura, lábios macios roçando levemente um no outro. Seus olhos se fecham quando os lábios dele finalmente se unem aos seus, o gosto dele é doce, é viciante. Você mergulha novamente, vergonhosamente rápido. Borboletas irromperam em seu estômago.

Ele solta suas mãos, optando por envolver os braços dele em sua cintura. Eric te abraça com força e aprofunda o beijo, os lábios se perseguem com uma fome crescente. O que era doce, curioso e um tanto inocente se transformou em um desejo profundo, um desejo por algo mais pecaminoso.

O pecado que ambos tinham em mente ficou mais evidente quando sentiu a língua dele penetrar sua boca, seguido de um gemido suave. Eric se afasta de repente e sua mão voa para cobrir sua boca.

Os olhos dele absorvem sua aparência desnorteada, seus olhos escuros de desejo, com os lábios ligeiramente entreabertos.

— Eu quero mais... – Ele admite em voz baixa.

A sala permanece em silêncio, mas os dois entendem perfeitamente. Eric choca os lábios contra os seus enquanto a empurra contra a parede. Você abre ligeiramente as pernas, permitindo que ele se aproxime ainda mais de ti.

Quanto mais ele se enrosca em você, mais sujo fica o beijo. As línguas se enroscado e deslizando uma contra a outra, lábios escorregadios e inchados, dentes mordiscando qualquer pele que pudessem encontrar. Você sabia que não deveria deixar marcas na pele dele, mas ele poderia deixar a lembrança que quisesse, uma lembrança de que ele era o único entre onze que a deixava assim.

Os dentes dele mordiscando e chupando seu pescoço lhe davam uma sensação de euforia. Você jogou a cabeça para trás, puxando o cabelo dele.

— Isso é tão bom. – Você arrasta as palavras, estremecendo com a sensação.

Ele trabalha com mais entusiasmo em seu pescoço, deixando beijos molhados na superfície. Eric pressiona o pau endurecido diretamente em seu núcleo, a sensação transforma seus joelhos em gelatina.

Você aperta as mãos entre seus corpos, puxando a bainha da calça jeans dele, esperando que ele entenda a mensagem. Ele mantém os lábios colados ao seu pescoço enquanto desabotoa a calça jeans, abre o zíper freneticamente e o empurra para baixo. A calça jeans e a cueca ficam nos tornozelos, com o pau meio duro exposto, ele tira a calça antes de olhar para você com expectativa.

Olhando para baixo, sua boca se enche de água ao ver o pau grosso dele. Sua boca está seca quando você estende a mão em direção a ele, colocando a mão firmemente em volta do eixo. Ele reage imediatamente, um gemido abafado soando contra o ápice em seu pescoço e ombros, apertando suas laterais.

— Mais. – Ele pede antes de levantar a cabeça para beijar sua mandíbula.

Você começa a acariciar enquanto beija os lábios dele novamente. Ele se curva em sua mão, sussurrando algo incoerente contra seus lábios, a fome dele de sentir você, provar você... De fazer tudo e qualquer coisa estava ficando insaciável. Ele geme lascivamente contra os seus lábios, com os quadris se chocando contra a sua mão.

— Hum... Quero ter você agora.

Por um segundo, você pensou que era a única patética e carente, mas quando ele murmurou essas palavras contra seus lábios, você percebeu que ele estava tão desesperado por você quanto você por ele. Essa constatação fez com que você quisesse parar de masturbá-lo e deixá-lo entrar em você, mas os lamentos dele e a expressão desesperada em seu rosto eram viciantes. Você poderia o observar lamentavelmente ansiando por prazer o dia inteiro.

— Eu... Eu gosto de ver você assim, Jae. – Você sussurra enquanto olha para os olhos dele.

O pau dele se contrai e ele suga o lábio inferior para dentro da boca.

— Adoro quando você me chama assim. – Eric admite com um sorriso de canto.

Ele coloca as mãos em cada lado de sua cabeça, a encostando na parede. Eric já havia lhe dito isso uma vez, depois de chamá-lo de Youngjae para provocá-lo porque você achava que era um nome bonito, ele naturalmente encurtou para Jae. Ninguém jamais o havia chamado assim antes de você. Ele só era Jae para você, assim como ele só era assim para você.

— Eu sonhava acordado com isso, com suas mãos em volta de mim. – Ele diz com a respiração ofegante.

Você estremeceu com a confissão. Foi impossível não sorrir ao se sentir imensamente aliviada, não estava sozinha em seu tormento. Você desliza a mão para cima e para baixo no pênis dele mais rapidamente, observando como os olhos dele se fecham. Seus belos lábios estão ligeiramente entreabertos, deixando escapar pequenos suspiros e gemidos. O cabelo dele está afastado do rosto, mostrando as sobrancelhas grossas e franzidas. Eric não quer que você pare, mas também não quer gozar com seu punho. Os quadris dele se inclinam para a frente novamente com a ideia de abrir sua boceta bonita e molhada com o pau dele. Ele aperta os lábios, um gemido reverbera em sua boca.

— Por favor, me deixe sentir você. – Ele implora enquanto sua mão levanta seu rosto, a beijando com ternura, exalando profundamente pelo nariz. — Eu quero tanto sentir você.

Ele estava ofegante, o desespero em seus olhos se intensificando. Sem dizer nada, você puxa a calcinha por baixo da saia, a tirando e quando volta a olhar para cima ele está se masturbando, com os olhos fixos na calcinha descartada.

Levantando-se novamente, você agarra um dos braços dele e o envolve em sua cintura. Ele solta o pênis, agora totalmente duro, e passa o outro braço ao seu redor.

— Pronta? – Ele diz e você olha para ele confusa. — Pule.

Você faz o que ele diz e ele envolve suas pernas em torno dos quadris. Você suspira quando sente a ponta dele cutucando seu núcleo.

— Você está... Hum... – Ele para no meio da frase quando a ponta dele empurra para além de suas dobras escorregadias, cutucando seu buraco inchado.

Um impulso superficial a faz cambalear quando ele quase a empurra para dentro de você. As mãos dele agarram sua bunda com força antes que ele a empurre contra a parede novamente. Os dentes dele roçam o seu pescoço enquanto ele se empurra para dentro de ti. Você solta um gemido especialmente alto e ele rapidamente cobre sua boca.

— Se eles descobrirem, não saberemos o fim disso.

Provavelmente é tarde demais, mas vocês dois ainda tinham esperança. Os quadris dele batem contra os seus. A sala se enche com o som dos seus gemidos abafados e dos grunhidos ofegantes dele. Isso, junto com a mistura da pele dele batendo contra a sua, faz com que seus olhos rolem para trás. O pênis dele está penetrando em você em um ângulo que quase a faz salivar. Você desliza levemente para cima e para baixo na parede enquanto ele a penetra incansavelmente. Sopros de hálito quente se espalham pelo seu pescoço antes que beijos úmidos e desleixados tomem seu lugar.

— Tão apertada... Vou perder a cabeça. – Ele rosna em seu ouvido enquanto as unhas dele cravam em sua bunda.

Eric lambe uma longa faixa do seu pescoço e você geme, ele brincando com você, descobrindo o que a faz vibrar ao beijar, mordiscar e lamber seu pescoço. As investidas dele diminuem enquanto ele se concentra em suas reações, a maneira como seu corpo treme quando ele dá lambidas de gatinho em seu pescoço. A maneira como você estala os quadris contra ele quando ele mordisca sua pele, a maneira como um gemido ressoa contra a mão dele e suas paredes se apertam quando ele chupa um ponto específico. O prêmio máximo.

O ritmo dos quadris dele voltou ao normal enquanto ele se inclina para dentro de você. Seu corpo balança em cima dele, com os seios balançando por baixo da camisa, ele podia sentir seus mamilos duros roçando no peito dele. Gemidos lascivos saem de sua boca enquanto ele continua a atacar o ponto doce de seu pescoço. Ainda bem que você está presa contra a parede com as pernas travadas no lugar, senão seria uma bagunça no chão. Seus gemidos são patéticos e suplicantes enquanto você sente um prazer entorpecente em duas áreas diferentes. Ele tira a mão de sua boca e aperta seus quadris, puxando-os ao encontro dos dele.

— Ah... Você é tão perfeito, baby. – Você cantarola em resposta.

Os gemidos suaves, tão suaves que flutuam em seus ouvidos fazendo com que você se feche em torno dele. Você está tão apertada ao redor dele que parece que o está sugando para dentro de você. Os gemidos dele aumentam de volume, acompanhando o ritmo de seus quadris. Ele agarra seus quadris e a coloca em uma posição diferente, você solta um suspiro agudo quando ele começa a penetrar em seu ponto G.

— Porra! – Você tenta manter a voz baixa agora que sua boca está livre.

Era impossível ficar quieta quando o pênis rígido dele estava enterrado dentro de você, bem no meio de suas paredes encharcadas. Você solta ruídos fracos e estrangulados enquanto crava as unhas nas costas dele, sentindo uma onda de prazer percorrê-la antes que seu estômago se aperte.

— Jae... Eu vou... – Seus olhos se voltam para a cima enquanto você o abraça com força.

Você aproxima seus corpos, tentando chegar o mais perto possível, sentindo o peito firme dele te pressionando. Ele se afasta do seu pescoço, totalmente concentrado em fazê-la gozar, pressionando a testa contra a sua.

— Porra, porra, porra...! – Você exclama enquanto puxa os quadris dele contra os seus.

Suas pernas o prendem no lugar enquanto sua boceta tem espasmos ao redor dele, você estremece, vomitando palavrões e gemidos trêmulos enquanto gozava. Os dedos dele ainda estão abusando do seu clitóris inchado e isso faz com que você se sacuda contra ele.

Ele suga seu lábio inferior para dentro da boca, você o beija de volta com avidez, com as línguas se massageando. Eric começa a se mover novamente e você se torna uma bagunça chorosa, ele a leva até a cama e a deita de costas na beirada dela, empurra suas pernas para cima, de modo que elas fiquem de cada lado de sua cabeça. Ele se inclina e a beija novamente. Os quadris dele são lentos enquanto rolam para os seus. Os dois estão com os lábios inchados enquanto continuavam a sugar os lábios um do outro. Ele chupa sua língua e você já está pronta para gozar novamente.

— É uma sensação tão boa... Quero gozar dentro de você. – Ele murmura com interjeições de gemidos que ressoam do fundo dele. Os quadris dele batem nos seus enquanto ele geme alto. — Eu vou gozar, amor.

Você se fecha em torno dele e ele sibila. Eric pressiona os dedos em suas pernas até que os nós dos dedos dele fiquem brancos. Ele se aproxima do clímax, te enchendo até transbordar enquanto a beija. Os quadris dele estão ficando menos precisos e seus gemidos mais chorosos.

— Você é a única garota que já me fez ficar assim. – Ele murmura elogios incoerentes enquanto dispara jatos de esperma em você.

Os gemidos dele são quase soluços enquanto os quadris dele se encaixam nos seus com tanta força que seus quadris saltam do colchão. O som dos gemidos desesperados dele e a sensação dele empurrando tão fundo faziam você morder os lábios.

— Só você. – Ele soca em você uma última vez e ambos ficam com a visão branca.

Eric cai em cima de você, com a cabeça enterrada em seu pescoço. Você ri enquanto retira as pernas dos ombros dele e as deixa cair na cama, elas estão absolutamente cansadas, a ponto de ficarem dormentes. Você envolve ele com os braços.

— Então... E agora? – Você sussurra, com os olhos percorrendo o quarto.

— Shiu, estou tentando dormir.

Firstly, he knew that he loved being with you, no matter what you were doing, and he knew that time with you, was definitely time well spent to him.

"There's no escape now, I've got you booked for the whole day. Tell Sunwoo to leave you alone,” he spoke over his shoulder as he was busy leading you into the park, “say you’re busy spending your well-deserved, long-awaited quality time with your boyfriend.”  

There was a trace of triumphance to his tone as he pulled you into one of the first stores near the entrance. The smell of too-sweet caramel popcorn took your attention away from your phone as you glanced around the shop, Eric practically bulldozing towards the cashier.

It was your idea to go to the amusement park for a date, since all those articles on how to ‘spice up your relationship’ were starting to get to you, a tiny fear in you that Eric was bored of just hanging out at cafés or either of your houses as dates. 

"Sunwoo's asking about our project, it's important," you dismissed his request, "and don't get too much, we're not eating popcorn for lunch," you gave him a knowing look, turning your stare back to your texts, mumbling as you tried to read what Sunwoo had sent you. 

"Should I get the medium or the large size?" Eric hummed, "large, right?" 

You hummed, preoccupied with your phone, typing out your reply to Sunwoo. 

10:56am -yeah the formatting is correct, u can go ahead and submit it, i checked to make sure all our info was inside this morning already- 

"Hey, did you hear me?" 

You shoved your phone in your pocket, looking up to be met with a very pouty Eric, pointing at the glass casings holding the popcorn, pulling his finger back with a hiss when it'd gotten too hot to touch. 

Huffing, you'd pressed your lips together tightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. 

"Don't laugh, that really hurt," Eric huffed, holding his reddening fingertip up to show you, though he couldn't help but smile as well. 

You hummed in acknowledgement, "wouldn't have happened if you were paying attention." 

Eric gave you a feigned look of malice, reaching his hand out to grab yours, caging you in a hug (you'd desperately tried to peel him off at the sight of the cashier's smile), "how could I? I was too busy paying attention to you not paying attention to me." 

Rolling your eyes, you'd turned around in his hold, so his hands were resting on the small of your back, scrunching your nose up and gesturing to the popcorn cases, "medium." 

"I knew you were gonna say that,” Eric grinned, (finally) letting go of you and turning to the cashier with a smile, his voice raising in pitch as he spoke to them, his ‘stranger’ voice, you liked to call it. 

"Hi, can I get um the caramel popcorn? Medium sized, please," pulling his beat-up wallet from his pocket and fishing whatever spare change he had inside, making you shoot him a look. 

"Sorry," you apologised to the cashier on his behalf, the sight of the amount of coins Eric was pulling out making you avert your gaze, pretending to be busy with looking at the little plastic buckets they would give for bigger orders. 

"Have a nice day," you heard the cashier speak, turning back to Eric who had taken the packet from the cashier, already opening it as he nodded his head at them. 

"Thank you, you too," he greeted. 

On your way out of the shop, you'd grabbed a map of the theme park, spreading it open as Eric had very unceremoniously shoved the popcorn against your lips, making you open them absently as you focused on the map.

“We could go to the rides at the far end first, ‘cause those tend to get crowded quickly…” you hummed, using your finger to plan out a route in your head. 

Eyeing you curiously, Eric couldn’t help but wrack his brain for options on how to make the most of his day with you, and he figured step one would be getting your attention off that map you were so busy studying. 

Waving the bag of popcorn over the map, blurring the sight of it for you, Eric tried not to grin too much when he’d successfully directed your attention towards him, despite the small sulky pout on your lips. 

“They have a dinosaur show in 10 minutes,” you told him, thinking you’d managed to direct his attention away  from your map when you earned a wide-eyed look from him, only to have him pull the map from your hands swiftly, folding it back and shoving it into his pocket. 

“No more map, please,” he pouted, still shoving popcorn into his mouth, “c’mon, I’ve been to this place a thousand times! And it’s been a while since we actually went out for a date,” he gave you a pleading look as he was already headed towards the Jurassic Park area. 

“Let’s just do whatever we want today, okay? And not worry about the long lines, or where the bathroom is because there’s literally a bathroom every five steps you walk here. Don’t worry, okay? Let’s just…have fun, hmm?” 

Eric held up a piece of popcorn just in front of your lips as a peace offering, and you had to admit, his offer was very tempting. It had been a while since you’d just let yourself be in the moment with him without worrying about making things perfect, maybe today would be one of those days. 

Taking hold of his wrist gently, you’d let him feed you the popcorn as a silent sign of agreement, his smile growing as you did so. 

“Thank you," he murmured, 

Secondly, this wasn't anything from a magazine, but you knew Eric was a sucker for cute things. And maybe, he was finding that you took the top place on that list of cute things. 

You tugged gently on the fabric of Eric’s hoodie, him turning to you with raised eyebrows. 

“Hey, um... don’t you think it’d be a better idea to just like...skip this ride and get something to eat?” you blurted out.  

Eric gave you a look, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips as he gave you a thoughtful shrug, his arms going to grab the railing you were leaning against, caging you in place. 

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, but weren’t you just talking about how full you were?” he winced. Eric could see right through you, you always loved this ride when you were done riding it, but it was always the waiting that got the better of you. 

“Yeah, you know, maybe I’m just not in the mood for all that zombie business today,” you huffed sheepishly, directing your gaze towards his necklace, not wanting to let your imagination get carried away the more you looked at the creepy decorations and the eerie music they were playing. 

Eric shook his head, “It’s fine, it’s just the long wait that’s making you nervous. Don't be scared, it’s not real,” he couldn’t help but giggle, making you writhe in place, your anxiousness making you want to move around. He would never admit this to you, but he was getting a little creeped out by the lack of proper lighting in the place, but being with you was making it a lot less nerve-racking for him. 

“I know, I just hate the atmosphere,” you glanced at the picture of the too-realistic zombie behind Eric, “just wish the line would just move faster,” you sighed. 

This made Eric scrunch his nose out of sheer affection for you, giving you a nod. Pausing for a mere moment, Eric couldn’t help but grab your waist abruptly, letting out a small shout to scare you, making you jump with a yelp, attracting looks of curiosity from the people waiting on either side of you. 

You tilted your head back, slumping against the railing and feeling as though your energy had just dissipated from your body, letting out a frustrated whine, yet being able to laugh at yourself for how startled you’d gotten. 

“I hate you,” you sighed, making Eric scrunch his nose, his hand coming up to smooth down your hair where it had gotten messed up in your shock, “It’s not funny,” you huffed. 

Your glare hadn’t stopped Eric from laughing, simply shaking his head and nodding patronisingly at you, something in him reminding himself not to let himself get too carried away with how you leaned into his touch ever so slightly as he smoothed your hair down. 

“It’s a little funny, you gotta admit," he insisted, “you're cute.” 

You shook your head, despite the good-natured smile on your face, "yeah, and you're mean." 

Later on, when you were being ushered to take your seat on the ride, you’d initially gone in first, the anticipation of the ride making you look at Eric with a panicked look on your face, making Eric’s lips pull into a smile. 

“Got it,” he chuckled, letting you go over him as he swapped seats with you. 

“Are you scared?” You heard him ask, already being able to feel your heart’s rapid beats in your chest, feeling as though it was about to burst with how hard it was pounding, nodding at him as you pushed the safety bar down even more, desperate for something to hold on to to feel more secure. 

If Eric wasn’t mildly scared himself, he would’ve found the sight a thousand times more endearing than he already did, simply holding his hand out for you to take, making you let out a shaky sigh, taking his hand, sparing him a glance as he rolled his shoulders back, his other hand fiddling with his hair. 

You’d felt him start to drum his fingers on your knuckles just as the ride had started to move. 

“It’s starting, it’s starting,” he teased, more preoccupied with looking at your reaction than the ride, his ring on his other hand making a clinking noise as he tapped the seatbelt, fairly amused at the way you’d scrunched your eyes shut as you approached the drop. 

Eric couldn’t help but laugh during the ride, his laughter oddly sticking out amongst the others on the ride who were (similarly to you) screaming their heads off, the way you were holding onto his hand for dear life and laughing in spite of yourself seeming awfully endearing to him. 

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he’d told you after the ride, the look on your face and the mess of your hair making Eric’s hand come up to pinch your cheek gently, taking his lower lip between his teeth as he shook his head at you. 

You let out a sigh, nodding, a smile slowly making your way onto your face, still not letting go of his hand, “can we go take a break now? My legs feel like jelly.” 

Eric swooned internally, nodding at you, he was sure those love quizzes were starting to get to him, feeling as though his feelings for you were only growing with each passing day of being your boyfriend. 

“Of course, cutie.” 

You let out a strangled sound of embarrassment, "you're gross, Eric." 

Thirdly, Eric liked having plans, he did well with plans, it made him feel safer in a sense, knowing that there was a sense of order to the events of his day, but for some reason, whenever he was with you, that didn’t seem to matter as much. 

“Shit, Eric, it’s raining,” you’d glanced out the window of the little retro themed ice cream shop you were currently grabbing a snack with Eric at, your tone doing nothing to hide your disappointment.

Eric was mid-bite (yes, bite) into his ice cream, glancing out at the window and watching the rain beating against the paved road yet not feeling as disappointed as he thought he would have felt. 

“Sorry,” you frowned, “I knew we said we’d just have fun here for the whole day but now that it’s raining…” you munched on your ice cream cone with a small sigh, your shoulders slouched as you glared outside the window. 

You knew this would most likely end you up back at your house, watching movies with Eric like any time the both of you hung out, which had only served to make you feel more disappointed. 

Eric let out an amused huff through his nose, licking the ice cream off of his lips and tilting his head at you in an awfully calm manner. 

You weren’t sure what to make of it, feeling bad for the fact that you seemed to be a lot more upset about it than he was, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising expectantly as you awaited his response.  

“It’s okay, you know, we’re still spending time together,” he offered, “why don’t we take a bus back? By the time we get back the rain would probably have stopped, and we could just watch something on the bus to kill time.” Shrugging, he’d given you a reassuring smile, finishing up his ice cream before he reached over to take a wet tissue from the packet you’d left on the table. 

You were glad for Eric in times like this, for how he’d reminded you that things like these weren’t the end of the world, and how he’d managed to stir in you that familiar feeling of reassurance that you were so used to feeling whenever you were with him. 

You threw aside whatever disappointment you had left in you, giving him a decisive nod, mirroring the smile he gave you unconsciously. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” 

And so that was what had resulted in the both of you running to the bus stop outside the theme park, giggling uncontrollably as the rain had pattered against your heads. Eric trying (but failing) to cover your head with his hand as you ran, making you burst into another bout of laughter when his efforts proved futile. 

You were both already starting to slow down, tired from running. Turning to look at the bus that was approaching, you frowned, "wait, isn't that our bus?" 

Eric squinted, letting out a groan when he realised that it definitely was your bus. 

"Think we can make it if we run?" he asked, already increasing his walking pace. 

"I guess, okay, let's do it." 

"Okay, go!" 

 The two of you had only ran faster, panting and smiling like a pair of idiots upon boarding the bus just in time, turning to greet the bus driver with a brief nod as you paid your fare.  

Grabbing your hand, he'd led you to a seat near the back of the bus, taking the window seat and pulling you down to sit next to him, already taking his phone and his earbuds out from his pocket. 

"Music or movie?" 

You hummed, shrugging, "both sound fine to me." 

Eric pressed his lips together firmly in thought jutting them out in a slight pucker, "okay, pick left or right," he'd held his hand out, showing you two of his fingers. 

"This one," you tapped his index finger, earning a satisfied hum from him. 

"Movie it is, then." 

Knowing Eric, there were only a select few movies he'd downloaded on his phone, and most of them were thriller movies. But even despite that, you'd found yourself starting to grow tired as you watched the movie, Eric's focused demeanour serving to make you feel even more calm, the moving of the bus starting to lull you into sleep. 

Eric had turned to you at one of the particularly exciting parts, a small smile playing at his lips when he saw the way your head was leaning forward, your eyes closed and your arm growing limp from where it was linked with his. 

Raising his hand carefully, he'd pushed your head gently, letting you rest your head upon his shoulder, feeling you stir awake, lifting your head and blinking at him in confusion. 

"It's okay," he whispered, not even sure why he was whispering as he'd pushed your head back onto his shoulder, his thumb smoothing over your hair gently, making you lean into him more, unapologetically using him as your pillow. 

Eric had expected himself to be a tired once you'd reached your house, but on the contrary, he'd still wanted to spend time with you, but once he was all showered and ready to cuddle with you while watching movies, you'd gotten emergency emails and texts from Sunwoo asking for help with your project. 

"Aren't there like three other people in your group?" he asked you, earning a tired nod from you. 

"Yeah, but they're kind of... missing, right now." 

Eric nodded, understanding your situation, strangely not feeling as upset about the unpredictability of today once again. 

"It's okay, you can do what you need to do, i'll just entertain myself in the meantime," Eric told you, waving you off as you took your seat at the dining table with your laptop, leaving Eric to laze on your sofa finding entertaining shows to watch.

"You're not gonna find much, there's nothing really exciting on at this time of the day, why don't you try Netflix?" you told him from where you sat at the living room, being able to see the television switching between channels every few seconds. 

Eric groaned, "quick, do your work so you can come here and choose with me," he murmured in a painfully bored tone, drumming his fingertips on his cheeks as he browsed channels. 

Halfway, through fixing the missing paragraphs in the document Sunwoo had sent you, you'd let out a huff of breathy laughter when you realised he'd settled on watching reruns of 'Wheel of Fortune'. 

In between trying to figure out why a 'horseshoe above the door' would be something he could find around the house, Eric couldn't help but glance in your direction ever so often, trying to gauge how done you were with your work from your expression. 

"I'm so bored," he called, sighing as he watched you laugh from where you were, not turning away from your computer as you typed rapidly. 

"Uh-huh, hold on, I'll be right there," you hummed, busy trying to send the various files over to Sunwoo for him to do a final check, (it wasn't as if your other group mates were being very helpful right now) hoping nothing would disappear this time. 

"Okay, I think i'm done!" you sighed, pushing your chair back and shutting your laptop gently. 

Eric, however, was too busy trying to figure out what  vowels he was missing, oblivious to your announcement. 

Shifting in his position on the sofa, Eric had spotted you coming towards where he lay on the sofa, leaning over the back of the sofa to give him a smile. 

Nothing in any article or buzzfeed quiz or love magazine column would have prepared him for the way his heart skipped at the sight of you. 

Screw the list, Eric thought, all he knew was that when he looked at you, he felt such a wide range of things that he couldn't place, and he didn't need a list to tell him that he was completely, utterly gone for you. 

Nudging his glasses higher on his nose bridge, he gave you a small smile, his hoodie over his head as he lay on your sofa. Stretching his arms out, he'd grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you over the back of the sofa so you'd (quite literally) fallen into his arms with a yelp. 

"Took you long enough," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. 

"Sorry, in my defence I did tell Sunwoo that today was for me to spend my... what did you say this morning? long-awaited quality time with my boyfriend?" 

Eric nodded as you lifted your shoulders off of him to get a better look at him, "yes, well-deserved too." 

"Uh-huh, but you know, he needed my help, so I didn't have much of a choice," you added, searching his expression for any sign that he was upset from today not going to plan. 

You huffed, "I'm still sorry about today, I know it was my idea to go to the amusement park and everything, you know, for a change of scenery and all," you told him, bringing your hands up to rest on his chest, drumming your fingers on his chest as you spoke. 

"And, you know, I keep seeing these things online about like you know cool date ideas to keep the relationship exciting and stuff like that," your voice trailed off into a mumble, making Eric's shoulders shake with laughter, one of his hands coming up to play with his hair as the other cupped your face, thumb caressing your cheek soothingly. 

Eric wanted to laugh, "guess we've both been a bit messed up by those articles, huh." 

You frowned, raising your eyebrows in confusion, making him shake his head in dismissal. 

"You know what? Heck the articles. I love spending time with you like this," he told you, his hand letting go of his hair so it fell back messy on his head, bringing it to rub your shoulder gently. 

"Because it's private, for one," he murmured, "there's no Sunwoo to bother us, well, not anymore at least," he added as an afterthought, "but most of all because I'm happy." 

"I could do nothing with you and be happy," he smiled, scrunching his nose up at you, the small gesture accompanied with his words making you flush. 

You'd wanted to bury your head into his chest to escape his gaze, though you'd simply given him a small shy smile, nodding at him. 

"Me too," you huffed. 

And maybe that all Eric needed to solidify the fact that he was in deep, and he realised that maybe it wasn’t as complicated as he thought it was. 

Whatever it was, revelation or not, Eric didn't really care at the moment, his hand going to the back of your neck gently as he directed your head towards his, thankfully you'd gotten the hint, leaning over to save him half the work and pressing your lips against his. 

Your hand made your way to his hair, running your fingers through them as you felt him smile into the kiss, pressing one last kiss to your lips before you pulled away. 

Turning just briefly, you were about to rest your head on his chest when he'd yelped abruptly. 

"Backyard barbecue!" he shouted, just as the contestant on the show had asked for a letter 'b', seeing that he really was correct as the contestant solved the puzzle. 

You shot him a look, an amused smile on your face as he turned back to you, giving you a sheepish smile. 

"Sorry, ruined the mood, didn't I?" he asked, making you giggle, shaking your head as you rest your head back onto his chest, his arms interlocked and resting on your back comfortably. 

"Nope, It's very...you. And i'm more than fine with that." 

Eric grinned, quirking an eyebrow at you curiously, "really? C'mere lemme get the mood back." 

You lifted your head only to be met with a swarm of kisses to your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead, and your lips, making you laugh, both from the ticklish sensation and your flustered state. 

Yeah, screw the articles. The both of you were more than fine with this.