genre. fluff.
warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread
pairing. eric x fem!reader.
wc. 951.
request. no.
a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it.
net. @deoboyznet
“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”
You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…
As if.
“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.
“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.
“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.
“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s.
“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.
“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.
“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing.
“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?”
You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.
“What if instead of walking—”
Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply.
“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air.
“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.
It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently.
It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.
Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself.
He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.
He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.
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ex!eric picks you up when you're drunk. i love clichés
sure, you were wasted, but calling him across town at 1am was certainly not necessary, especially considering you had been broken up for four months.
you had been the one to bring up the topic of separating first. weeks of constant arguments about useless things led to him staying at work later and later until he barely came home at all just to avoid another fight. it was immature and excruciating and you finally hit your breaking point, opting to end your two-year-long relationship instead of trying to work it out anymore.
at first, it seemed like you made the right decision. you spent more time with your friends, you weren’t chewing your nails to the quick or crying yourself to sleep anymore with only your echoes to comfort you. but after the second month of coming home alone every day, you missed eric badly. everything about the way he took care of you or made you laugh, knowing that he probably didn’t care if he ever saw you again, knowing you would have to find someone else leaded your insides to the floor. you thought it would get easier with time, everyone said it would and yet every week seemed to get heavier without him. you had so many messages you typed and deleted instead of sending to him, so many pictures in your phone you couldn't get rid of.
of course, you didn’t know he felt arguably even worse than you. he can admit, most of the time it was him that started the arguments between you two, insecurities or impatience getting the best of him. he thought not coming home until you were asleep would help give the two of you some space. but he could never forget your eyes watering and your voice breaking when you said “you don’t even want to be around me anymore, so let’s just end it.”
as your explosive fights, screaming at each other turned into you walking out of the house "for air," which turned into you just not saying anything at all when he snapped at you, he knew it was too late but he couldn't stop. anything to get a reaction from you, to know you still had a fire in you to keep going. at least when you would leave the apartment and cry in your car he could knock on your window and get you to let him hold you, his own tears falling on your shoulder "i'm sorry" he would whisper "i promise i'll change." how many times did he promise that with a kiss to your temple? enough times to know he deserved all the agony when you walked out for the last time, and for once he had nothing to say.
so today, when he got a text from you saying “can you come get me?” he immediately thought it was a mistake, surely you had a new boyfriend and you mistakenly clicked his contact. as two minutes went by and you added a “please” he really started to worry, replying quickly.
[12:55] are you okay?
y/n🍬💓: just drink
y/n🍬💓: drunk
y/n🍬💓: can y pick me up?:( i
y/n🍬💓: im at the garage
y/n🍬💓: dont want to gon in ytheir taxi
he was already in his car after your second message. it didn’t matter why you called him of all people, he let you know he was on his way.
the garage. that stupid fucking bar he had picked you up from too many times after you’d fight and your friends tried to “empower you” or whatever -which only ended up with you drunk and crying the whole way home, apologizing and apologizing for things he made you feel bad for. he’d take your makeup off for you and put you in his clothes, holding you like you two would be fixed in the morning.
he pulled up and parked right in front of the fire hyrdrant in front of the bar. he didn’t even need to go inside the uselessly crowded venue because you were already outside. he spotted two of your girlfriends laughing with each other as one draped her jacket over your huddling figure on the disgusting ground. jeans, kitten heels and a tight top with a necklace he bought you allowed you to squat against the glass wall. you were clearly trying to stay awake which instantly pissed him off. not at you, but at your friends who were constantly trying to distract you from your problems (not that he was any better, but still.) he tried to not let it affect his tone but he couldn't hide the anxiety when he called your name.
you lifted your head and your eyes found him immediately, tear streaks from your eye makeup and all, you were still so angelic to him. you tried and failed to get up from the ground as he sped up to lift you off the ground. as soon as you were standing, you fell into him, arms around his waist and gripping his shirt as you whined his name. your friends gave each other knowing looks,
“she refused to take a cab and was convinced you were coming.”
he cradled the back of your hair like he used to and briefly thought of offering your friends a ride home but then he realized, 1. these weren't his girlfriend's friends anymore and 2. he never liked them anyway and they let you get fucked up so they can hitchhike for all he cares.
"it's fine. i'll take her home, you guys have fun or whatever." your eyes were closed and wet against the low neckline of his tank top he threw on in his haste to get you. he looked down at your pitiful state, you whined his name again in your half-sleep. he put his own jacket around you as your friend grabbed hers off of you like you were a coat rack before they hopped in the next cab.
"come on babe let's go home." he didn't mean for the old pet name to slip out but he couldn't help it when you looked so pretty and he'd missed you so much.
he walked you the ten feet to his car and helped you inside, used to the drill. as he ran over to the drivers side, making sure your seat belt was on (it wasn't) and reached behind you to get a bottle of water from the back pocket. unfortunately the pocket was empty because he hasn't had a passenger in his car since the day you ended things. he could tell by the nodding of your head and small shivers you needed water so he started the car and headed for the nearest gas station.
"gonna stop to get you some water okay?"
you whined "jus' wanna go home"
it broke his heart to be unsure whether you meant his place or yours. his apartment- the apartment you two had once shared was 15 minutes out, and he was already on the way there.
"alright babe i'll take you home."
the short ride to his apartment seemed like it stretched on for a tortuous amount of time, every glance over at your miserable figure took a day off his life. eric had to force himself to not think about the rage inside him that your loser friends let you drink so much, let you sit on the ground, let you go home with him- the guy they all supposedly hated so much.
admittedly he often thought they were right to hate him. he helped you in situations like this but where was he the rest of the time? he constantly left you alone, constantly got defensive when you asked where he spent all his time, constantly made you feel like you were dramatic for asking him questions he didn't want to answer.
truthfully he didn't know where the avoidance came from. were you a reminder of another thing in his life he couldn't do right? every time he came home too late to you still awake, the look in your eyes trying so desperately to make things work... he couldn't bear it, so he would just come home later the next day.
he wasn't even doing anything wrong. most of the time he was just driving around or drinking with his friends (who told him to get his shit together which made him avoid them too). he would get off work and wander around, trying not to think of whatever last argument you'd had- the ones where he would make you feel like the problem, you'd cry and he would have to leave. he'd feel guilty and come back starting everything over again.
he knew he was too jealous, he was too rash, he was too impatient. the more he saw you try to change to make him happy the worse he felt.
the last conversation you'd had you said "i tried so hard to be perfect for you and it still isn't good enough." he wanted to say "you are perfect." or " you're more than i deserve."
but instead he said "i never asked you to do that."
another nail in the coffin or whatever they say.
finally he pulled up to his complex, from past experience he knew he could get you up the one flight of stairs. and you seemed to be a little more awake now- which made him slightly nervous that you'd call the police for bringing you to his house.
"hey, you alright? my place was closer, let's get you some water." he unbuckled your seat and briefly made eye contact with your teary ones before you looked down first.
eric took this as his opportunity to get out and open your door for you. he put his hand out for you and you took it, gripping tighter as you stumbled out of the seat.
"i got you." he said, trying not to let a pathetic flame of hope ignite in him that he could have a second chance at this.
as he guided you up the stairs and unlocked the door with you trying to bear weight onto the wall instead of him he helped you get your shoes off as you looked around the entrance, noticeably more alert.
"it's all the same, i know." he spoke out loud for you.
he hadn't changed a thing since you left. for a while, a part of him thought you would realize you made a mistake and would come back and scold him for moving the star-shaped mirror in the entrance or throwing out the plant his mom had gotten you- the one you couldn't bear to look at in a place that wasn't with him. so he didn't touch anything.
"oh."
his chest felt hollow as he led you to the couch.
"i'll get you some water."
you closing your eyes to avoid looking at your old living space. he set the water down in front of you and paused
"are you asleep?"
you opened one eye.
"oh, i'll be right back"
you sipped your water, wondering how you let this happen to you. the lamp you bought together was turned off, the tv was playing MLB highlights and all the pairs of shoes in the entrance were his, clearly no other girl stayed here. not that it mattered but it made you feel slightly better.
eric returned with some clothes and makeup cleanser and pads .. your makeup cleanser. he sat next to you like he used to.
"lay back, i'll help you."
"you don't have to do that."
"i know."
you leaned your head against the back of the couch and closed your eyes.
"i'm sorry for calling you." you felt his fingers gently wipe your mascara and all of the streaks off your face.
"don't be sorry. i'm glad i could help"
i'm still in love with you, i'm a dumbass, give me another chance.
his fingers were taking extra time on your face and you knew it. you let him.
"i have skincare stuff in the bathroom too and a toothbrush."
you paused.
"honestly i think maybe i should uber home, thanks for picking me up-"
"wait-" he held your shoulders rising from the couch, then immediately let go. "wait, just stay, i'll sleep on the couch, i'll sleep in my car! please don't go home. i'm worried about you still tipsy in an uber or at home."
"i've been doing it fine for four months"
he froze. "well.. you don't have to tonight. i'm here, you can leave in the morning."
"eric..." you could already tell what he was going to say
"listen, i fucked up. a lot. like every day when we were together. i know i did, i'm not trying to keep you here to get you to forgive me i just-please let me take care of you just tonight."
you scoffed, "why? so you can feel better about yourself?" you were too drunk for this conversation but not too drunk to get angry about him trying too late to be good to you.
"yeah- i mean no! no, just. i'm not-i know i don't deserve another chance. i know that but i want you to be okay just tonight. i couldn't take it if i let you go home and something happened to you."
against your will, hot, angry tears welled up in your eyes.
"i'm tired eric. don't do this to me again."
this was almost worse than not seeing you. having you here like this, crying because of him again and this time, he couldn't kiss it better, he couldn't hold you, you wouldn't wake up in his bed again. it wasn't his place anymore.
"why did you call me?"
"i don't know."
"i know that's not true"
"well what do you want me to say? that i miss you? that i love you still? i do. it doesn't change that i can't be with you. i can't-" you clenched your fists as your voice broke. "it was a mistake."
he choked on his breath before continuing.
"it doesn't have to be a mistake. we haven't talked in months- i. i've reflected on a lot. all the bullshit i was avoiding before... i'm dealing with it. i need you. i want to be better for you i'm trying to be better for you... please."
you looked in his eyes, underlined by evidence of lack of sleep but sincere.
"you say that now eric-"
"now and i'll keep saying it, i'll keep showing you. i don't want anyone but you. i wasn't good to you i know that. we can.. we can work on it together so i can be what you need. please."
it was a tempting offer, he had an unfair advantage with all of your pictures still hanging up in every corner of the room, he was so close and smelled just like you remembered.
"we... we can talk more in the morning."
"okay, okay." he let out the breath he'd been holding in. "i'll get the bed ready for you."
you took extra long freshening up and changing into his clothes before bracing yourself for stepping into your old bedroom where he fluffed the pillows. only his LEDs were on and the room was tidy but you stood in the doorway for an inordinate amount of time.
"how do you sleep here every night?" was all you said, but he knew exactly what you meant.
"honestly, i don't half the time. sunwoo let's me bum on his couch a lot. it's hard to be here at night alone"
you both looked at each other before he awkwardly moved from the bed towards the door
"make yourself comfortable, let me know if you need anything else."
you stiffly walked towards the bed, your back still too the door. you were sober enough now for the sight of him to be unbearable again.
"goodnight, eric"
"goodnight." he lingered for a moment before shutting the door, leaving you in the blue-stained room.
you lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the dark blue hue of the room casting shadows that stretched on with your thoughts. the hum of his air conditioner was the only other thing distracting you as you replayed the night's events in your mind. you were really drunk, but you also knew he was the only one you trusted to take you home in that state. even if he didn't pick up.
the night stretched on and his presence permeated every inch of the room, lingering in your system, a mix of comfort and discomfort that you couldn't shake.
you closed your eyes, wondering what tomorrow would be like. could you even find the strength to face him again? or would you both just continue to drift in this uncertain space, not moving forward or necessarily backwards?
you turned over on the bed, realizing you naturally went to "your" side. the clock read 3:44am, meaning you had been laying here for two hours.
four months honestly wasn’t a long time, maybe with more time. maybe in a year, you could be fully over him. maybe it hurt so bad now so that you could overcome the pain and move on to something else, something that would fill the hole he left. seal the cracks in your heart.
hearing him admit his fault (a miracle), and that he still loved you…
you brought a pillow over your face to drown out all the noise, but the smell of him suffocated you. you’d never be rid of him. something would remind you of him in everyone you met, everywhere you went. you knew that, but would it be worth it to try again, knowing there was a possibility it would end again? could you bear it?
suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"come in" you said automatically
he stood in the door frame, seeming unsure, unlike the steely expression, the clenched jaw and squared shoulders he bore during the last weeks of your relationship.
"i can't sleep, figured you couldn't either. thought i'd at least ask if i could just sit with you."
genre: angst, fluff
summary: on a cold, rainy night, standing across from the person you thought was your forever, you’re forced to ask yourself the question you’ve been avoiding: what if love isn’t enough?
warnings: Emotional conflict, arguments, mention of anxiety, implied toxic relationship dynamics, emotional breakdown, implied strangers to lovers to exes
pairing: eric x fem!reader
wc: 1.6k
The first time you met Eric, it felt like the only good thing about a night you wanted no part of.
The party was too loud, too crowded, too full of people who seemed to be performing joy rather than feeling it. Music thumped through the walls like a heartbeat you didn’t want to share, and every laugh felt like it was trying too hard—sharp, hollow, echoing off the kitchen tiles. You were only there because your friend had begged you to come, promising it would be fun, promising you’d “get out of your head for a bit.” But fun felt like the last thing on your mind as you hovered near the kitchen, fingers curled around a plastic cup of something you didn’t want to drink, counting the minutes until you could slip away unnoticed.
You hated parties like this. The kind where everyone seemed to know each other but no one really saw each other. Where conversations felt like transactions and eye contact was a dare. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, pretending to check your phone, pretending you weren’t already halfway out the door in your mind.
Then Eric appeared.
“You look as miserable as I feel,” he said, leaning against the counter with a half-smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. His voice cut through the noise like a secret meant only for you. His dark eyes held a teasing glint, but there was something softer there, too—something that didn't need to be loud to be heard.
You glanced at him, surprised someone else was willing to admit how unbearable this night was. “Guess we can be miserable together.”
He chuckled, low and warm, like the kind of laugh that didn't ask for attention. "Solidarity in suffering. I like it."
And on that note, the night shifted.
He didn't try to impress you. Didn't launch into some rehearsed story or ask if you were "having fun." Instead, he pointed out the guy in the corner who'd been trying to flirt with the lamp for the past ten minutes, and you snorted into your drink. He leaned in close to whisper commentary on the party playlist, how it sounded like someone had discovered Spotify's "Chaotic Energy" mix and run with it, and you laughed more than you had in weeks.
He made the room feel similar, quieter. Like the two of you were in on some private joke, the rest of the party had missed. The way he rolled his eyes at the drunken dramatics happening in the living room, the way he leaned in just enough to make you feel like you were the only person who mattered, the way he asked questions that didn't feel like small talk, all of it chipped away at the walls you hadn't realized you'd built around yourself.
You found yourself talking more than you expected. About how you hated parties but loved people watching. About your friend who dragged you here and how you'd sworn you wouldn't stay past ten. About how you sometimes felt like you were always on the outside looking in, even when you were right in the middle of things.
Eric listened. Really listened. And when he spoke, it wasn't to fill the silence, it was to meet you in it.
By the time he asked for your number, the party faded into a blur of background noise. You gave it to him without hesitation, without second-guessing, without the usual mental checklist of reasons why you shouldn't.
And just like that, it started. The late-night phone calls that stretched into early mornings, the slow unraveling of secrets you never thought you’d share, the way his laughter made something inside of you feel weightless. Eric had this way of making everything seem like an adventure, even the smallest moments—grocery store runs turned into scavenger hunts, rainy days became excuses to dance in the downpour. He made you believe in love, in something bigger than yourself.
“You’re it for me,” he whispered one night, tracing lazy circles on your arm as you lay tangled together in his bed. “I don’t think I ever stood a chance against you.”
Neither of you knew then how much love could turn into something sharp, something that could cut.
The fights started small. Stupid things. He forgot to call when he said he would. You misread a text and assumed the worst. It had been short, cold—"Can’t talk rn. Later."—and after days of feeling a growing distance, it felt like confirmation of every fear gnawing at you. Your thoughts spiraled. Was he mad? Bored? Was he pulling away? So you texted back, asking if something was wrong, if you had done something. Minutes stretched into an hour, then two. By the time he finally responded, all he said was, "You’re overthinking again. We’ll talk later."
When you finally saw him that evening, the air was already heavy with unspoken words. He sat across from you on the couch, scrolling through his phone like nothing was wrong, and the silence was unbearable. You couldn't take it anymore. "Eric, I’m not crazy for wanting to know if we’re okay. You can’t just shut me out and expect me to pretend like it doesn’t hurt."
He sighed heavily. "I wasn’t shutting you out, Y/N. I was busy. Not everything is a sign that something’s wrong."
"It feels like it is! Lately, it feels like you’re always slipping away, like I have to hold on tighter just to keep you here."
"God, do you even hear yourself?" His voice had hardened. "You make me feel like the bad guy when all I’m trying to do is love you."
“Then why does it feel like I’m always the one apologizing?” you shot back, voice shaking. “Like I have to tiptoe around what I say, just to keep us from fighting?”
Eric ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “Maybe we just— I don’t know. Maybe we’re too different.”
That sentence hung in the air like a weight, pressing down on your chest.
"Too different?" you echoed, the words tasting like something bitter. "So what are you saying, Eric? That this—we—was a mistake?"
He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m saying. I just—this shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t feel like we’re constantly walking a tightrope, waiting for the next fight."
You swallowed the lump in your throat. "So what, you just want to throw it all away? Everything we’ve built?"
He exhaled sharply. "I don’t want to fight anymore, Y/N. I don’t want to keep hurting you. I don’t want to keep feeling like I’m not enough."
The words cut deeper than you expected. You stared at him, heart pounding, hands clenched into fists. "You are enough, Eric. You always have been. But if you can’t see that, then maybe you’re right. Maybe we are too different."
Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Then, without another word, you pushed yourself up from the couch and grabbed your coat.
The night air was cold when you stepped outside, the sky heavy with clouds that threatened rain. You barely made it half a block before the first droplets fell, light and misty at first, then harder, drenching you within minutes. But you kept walking, anger and heartbreak warring inside you, your breath coming in uneven gasps.
Behind you, the front door slammed. You heard Eric's voice calling your name, his footsteps pounding against the wet pavement as he chased after you. When you didn't stop, he caught up, breathless, his hair plastered to his forehead, his shirt clinging to his skin. His expression was raw, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Y/N,” he called, voice hoarse. “Don’t walk away like this.”
You let out a hollow laugh, wiping the rain from your face, though it was useless. “Why not? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
He took a step closer, his voice desperate. “No. I don’t want this. But I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know how to stop hurting you.”
Your throat tightened. “Then why does it feel like loving each other always comes with a cost?”
Eric opened his mouth, then closed it. He had no answer. Maybe there wasn’t one.
The rain clings to your skin as you stand under the flickering glow of a streetlamp, heart pounding against your ribs. Eric is staring at you, eyes dark with something you can’t quite name.
“Say something,” you whisper, voice raw. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me—” Your breath catches in your throat. “Tell me we’re okay.”
Eric’s jaw tightens. He looks away, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, I—”
He doesn’t finish, and that silence is louder than anything else.
You let out a shaky breath, each word tasting like heartbreak. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe we’re just not meant for each other?”
Eric flinches like you struck him. “Don’t,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t say that.”
“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Your voice wavers. “We keep hurting each other. We fight, we make up, and then we do it all over again like it’s some sick cycle we can’t break.”
Eric steps forward, reaching for you, but you step back. The space between you feels like an ocean.
“I love you,” he says, desperation seeping into his voice. “I—God, Y/N, I love you so much it hurts.”
You shake your head slowly. “Love isn’t supposed to leave us both in pieces.”
The silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. A car speeds past, its headlights illuminating Eric’s face just long enough for you to see the raw emotion there. But love isn’t always enough. Maybe it never was.
you were always a second choice. it wasn't any different when it came to best friend, eric, who knew you liked him a lot. he didn't mean to leave you hanging without any answer to your confession, but you knew. deep inside, you do- that no answer, is an answer.
but even so, you liked that eric's lips lightly graze your earlobe as he whispers sweet nothings as sweet as honey. or when his hand meets your back unconsciously when he guides you through the sea of unknown faces chugging their hearts down.
what you least liked, is that goddamn smile on his face when he unexpectedly meets someone he immediately clicked with in the sea of those faces one day, and the ghost of him is what remained with you. the warmth of his breath under your ear, or his hand on your back.
and that continued to happen, over and over again.
"i'm leaving." you collect your things and stand up, leaving your friends confused and staring at you as you stride away. you hear eric quickly bid a goodbye to his so-called friend he had been meeting with for the past few weeks and to the others, tailing you.
"hey, party's not over. are you not feeling well?" and started with eric's hand on your back again, lips an inch away from your ears again. you leave him with no answer, letting him lead you out the doors of the bar.
"party's not over, like you said. you should head back." you sigh, facing him.
"are you okay? it's not like you to leave mid."
"eric. i'm not." you finally snap, "i'm not okay. i haven't been for the past few weeks and i know you know why."
"is this about her? come on... we've only just met last month and i've been bringing her so that we could be friends all together. once you get to know her it'll be fine-,"
"tell me you don't love her, then." you softly plead, waiting for him to answer. "tell me you don't love her." you wait. and wait. but when eric frowns at you, you chuckle bitterly. "see."
"y/n," he tries to reach for your arm, but you step away.
"right. asking you to tell me you don't love her is like asking you to tell me you love me. so fucking obvious." you let a tear fall before you turn your back on him, and like what you had always let happen, you hope he runs after you and ask you to understand.
but when you reach the end of the road with nothing but loneliness, you've also gotten your answer. the answer you shouldn't have chosen to ignore in the first place.
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pairing . eric x gn! reader
about . 2k words, fluff (suggestive)
warnings . 16+ cause there is heavy making out at the end, drinking wine, mentions of murder but it's all jokes!!
synopsis . it takes one dinner and a late-night drive for you to fall in love with your fiancé all over again.
note . the inspo for this fic was @sohnric's plot twist make-out scene (and this pic) i hope i did it justice 💗 i wrote this on a whim and am posting this at 1am so please excuse me for this monstrosity 😭 tysm @juyeonszn and @mars101 for cheering me on YUPP
tagging . @stealanity @invuwrld @gfksn (+ bar)
The background noise of the waiters shuffling around fades away as your two glasses clink together. Vivaldi’s Spring is playing in the background, a piece you’ve only heard once in a blue moon at an orchestra concert. Eric seems to have experienced differently, though, judging by the taps of his dress-shoe-covered foot beneath the table and the twinkle in his eyes.
“Cheers,” you whisper, giddy with excitement.
“Cheers, baby,” Eric whispers back, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin.
The wine in your glass swishes as you take a tentative sip. It’s sweet and fruity, and you’ve already forgotten the name Eric rattled off to the waiter as if expensive drinks were second nature to him. They probably were second nature to the Sohn family, considering the elegance of this fancy restaurant, the outfit he bought that now adorns you, and the sparkling ring that sits on your finger.
You set the glass down next to you, already a little overwhelmed with the elegance of this atmosphere. You knew you married rich, but it never particularly occurred to you just how rich your fiancé is. In fact, you feel a little out of place sitting in a chair that costs half of your monthly paycheck and staring at a menu that you once never would’ve been able to. Despite already being engaged to the love of your life, you’re not sure you’ll ever find a way to fit into the intricate setting that the Sohns have grown up in.
“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, seeing the glimmer in your eyes dissipate with your overthinking.
He reaches across the table to take your hands in his, running his thumb over your ring. He traces the lines of it, following the swirl pattern as if he were seeing it for the first time. As if he didn’t spend hours agonizing over what design to gift you, so sure that you would reject him if it wasn’t up to your liking.
(You would’ve said yes even if he proposed to you with a lollipop.)
“I feel like I don’t belong here,” you admit, your head hanging low as the embarrassment clouds your features.
He intertwines his fingers with yours, lacing them tightly. Eric is all too knowing of the nagging thoughts in your brain, telling you you’re undeserving of the man in front of you and the wealth that comes along with it. However, you’ve hit the jackpot in the fact that Eric is always ready to argue back with the devil on your shoulder, even if it’s three in the morning and you’re delirious from sleep or if you’re a little bit too tipsy and crying in his lap. Eric, for lack of better words, is always there for you. Even now, as he holds your hands and stares into your eyes as if you’re the only person in the universe, he is here for you.
“I’m going to eat that little voice in your head so it goes away,” he responds a moment later with finality, extremely serious.
The statement is so absurd and unexpected that it has you giggling, and you grip Eric’s fingers tighter as you lean forward and can’t find it in you to stop. All your previous tension disappears when you look into Eric’s eyes, filled with mirth and kindness.
“You’re crazy,” you voice through laughter, reaching for the wine glass to calm your jumbling nerves.
Eric just shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile that reflects your current predicament.
“Crazy for you, babe. Now stop worrying your pretty little head and enjoy your food, okay?”
And enjoy the food you do. The three-course meal followed by dessert has you clutching your stomach after, full and bloated from the amount of delicious food you’ve consumed. You can’t even bring yourself to take a couple more bites of the black forest delicacy that sits on your plate, but luckily, you have the universe to thank for the takeout box that now rests in Eric’s left hand.
His other hand holds the car keys, and as he clicks the unlock button, the Orange Corvette lights up from across the parking garage. Its bright color is exactly reminiscent of the man standing next to you, exuberant and dashing. You felt like a little kid the first time he picked you up in his car, extremely impressed with the interior neon lights he showed off to you in the earlier stages of your relationship. Now, as his fiancé, the car is something comfortable to you, having seen it too many times to count by this point.
He helps you into the front seat before getting in beside you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your headrest as he backs the car out. You’ll never admit this to him, but the view of him looking back and inching the car out is devilishly handsome to you, and you have to fight the warmth that rises to your cheeks.
Once he repositions the vehicle and drives forward, the hand that’s behind you now moves to your thigh. The shiny watch on his wrist glints in the moonlight, and he absentmindedly draws circles on your clothed skin to the beat of the song. It doesn’t help that it’s an R&B track, so every movement of his finger is slow and torturous, and every trace ignites fire against the cloth.
“Eric,” you start, watching as he pulls to a stop before the red light.
“Hm?” he responds, turning his head to face you.
You notice that he’s wearing a singular stud earring on his right ear. You can only pray that you’ll find some strength to survive the rest of this car ride because as soon as it’s over, you won’t let him see the light of day.
“How much longer?” you ask tentatively, like a little kid squirming in their seat.
He rolls his eyes, turning back to focus on the road. It doesn’t help though, because his side profile is just as alluring as his front.
“Couple more minutes, baby.”
True to his word, he exits the main road a few minutes later, driving up a dirt path unfamiliar to you. The road is slightly bumpy, and you’re a little tipsy from the wine so you shift around quite frequently, but Eric’s unwavering, strong grip on your thigh keeps you grounded. The more you stare at his hand, the more sexy you find his hand pressed against the silk you’re wearing.
You’re reconsidering your decision to spend the rest of your life with this ridiculously hot man when he pulls into a forest clearing.
“Are you going to murder me, Eric Sohn?” you tease as he parks the car, swiftly maneuvering the wheel.
You move to step out once he’s done, but he’s faster than you, and he opens the car door before you can even reach for the handle.
“If I wanted to murder you,” he says, holding your arm as you step out, “I would’ve already done so, my love.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you have little to be annoyed about as you survey your surroundings. The dark forest around you is a contrast to the vividness of the car, but nothing seems brighter than Eric’s smile at the moment and the twinkling stars around you.
Eric leads you to a clearing, his hand pressed against the small of your back. You peer over, fascinated at the realization that you can see the whole city from here. The twinkling lights of the bustling city below you are something of a dream, and as you look towards Eric, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.
Minutes like these, where you’re not surrounded by extravagance, are when you truly feel your connection with Eric. Raw, unearthed, and simply pure, you feel like you’re stripped of all labels. You both are just insignificant specks in the universe, and he is truly just some guy to you in this moment, but you know wholeheartedly that this very guy is the one you truly love. You would never have it any other way.
The grin on Eric’s face is infectious as you face him with one of your own. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, clasping them together as his arms find their way around your waist.
“Found this place the other day,” he explains as if he could hear your thoughts, “I kinda regret not proposing to you here.”
“Don’t lie,” you mutter, knowing that he definitely does not regret whisking you away to his private condo in the mountains just to put a ring on your finger.
He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. The cicadas chirp around you, and all is silent when he calms down except for your two breaths in unison. His gaze circulates from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes, and whatever triangle method he’s using is working because one second later, you lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
He tastes like strawberries, and you smile against his lips remembering that you’d gifted him strawberry lip balm two days ago. Your man, your sexy, diligent man, following your orders to take care of his lips stirs butterflies in your stomach. The fact that you hold some kind of power over the Sohn family’s heir makes you feel a little dizzy, but your only response is to pull Eric closer and kiss him harder.
The sweetness of both the strawberry scent and the kiss fade as he presses back with just as fervor, adjusting his arms around you to pull you in tighter. The space between you feels unbearable, and despite the proximity between you two, the gap is still too big for your liking. You need him viscerally, every part of him on you as if the very concept of distance is poisonous and Eric is your antidote.
“Baby,” he whispers, pulling back with shallow breaths, “the car.”
You end up in the front seat of his car, the seat tilted backward and you in Eric’s lap. One of his knees holds you in place against your back, and his hands rest on your waist. The position is far too intimate that anyone walking by will know exactly what’s going on. Your kisses have turned heady, mirroring the darkness in his eyes and the way you clutch onto the front of his black shirt. You work on unbuttoning his shirt, but Eric distracts you with his tongue swiping across your lips and the way he softly bites when you protest. By some miracle, you finish moments later, and you run your hands down his skin. He shivers, and everything feels like pure electricity between you two the way his fingers press into your sides tighter.
(It will bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. You’ll simply shrug on a shirt and try to fight a blush as Eric stares at you from the bed shirtless, a knowing grin on his face.)
His kisses trail down your lips, your cheeks, and your neck, finally finding a home in your collarbone, biting and sucking as if it was his favorite pastime. It probably is, with the way he kisses down your shoulder and tugs the strap of clothing down.
Your fingers trace his collarbone, and you hold his head in your hands as he looks up at you. He’s needy and restless, but he’ll always listen to you when you have something to say.
You may be an insignificant speck in the world, but in Eric’s eyes, you’re the whole universe.
“I love you,” you whisper.
It’s all you have to say before he flips you around, pressing you into the dip of the seat as he slides your clothing down. The air conditioning of the car and the ambient music bring goosebumps to your now exposed skin, but Eric makes everything disappear by resuming his previous ministrations.
He looks into your eyes before pressing a kiss right above your heart. It beats against your chest, heavy, and Eric knows it’s only for him. It will always be only for him.
“I love you too,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “How many times have you jerked off to me?” + “I just want one tiny taste…”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, roommates, masturbation, nudism, nicknames, oral(female receiving), clit stimulation, fingering, nipple sucking, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), roommates to lovers, aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You were lost in thought as you grab onto Eric’s door knob and push it open, you wanted to ask him something, but the thoughts quickly vanished from your thoughts once you saw him completely naked on his bed with his cock in his hand and his phone in the other. He pauses mid-stroke as his eyes widen, he wasn’t expecting you to just walk in on him like you did. You lick your lips before a smirk forms on your lips, and you begin to move forward.
“Caught being naughty,” You say. You reach his bed and take hold of his phone, snapping him out of his shocked state, you look at the phone and found a picture of you open in his photo's app. “How many times have you jerked off to me?”
“I… Uh, Y-Y/n, it’s n-not what yo-you think,” He stutters out, trying to reach for his phone, only for you to pull the device out of his reach and lock it, You look at him before placing his phone on the bedside table, feeling a surge of confidence course through you.
“You could have just asked if you needed inspiration to jerk off,” You say. He pulls his hand away from his cock, scrambling to try and find something on his bed that could cover him up. “I would have gladly agreed to be your muse,” You were absolutely calm on the outside, but your mind screamed at you to run away and feel embarrassed about the situation. “I mean… the real thing is better than a photo, right?” He pauses, and you grip the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, dropping it to the floor, you then remove your bra and drop it right next to your shirt. “Don’t you agree, Youngjae?” He swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. You weren’t sure where the fuck your sudden boost of confidence was coming from, you should be running out and hiding in shame at your actions.
“I… uh yes, I… yes,” He stutters out. He watches as you slide your hands over your breasts and down your stomach before curling your fingers around the waistband of your pants, his eyes widen as he watches you push your pants down along with your panties, he watches closely and intently as you step out of them before you take a few steps back and grab onto his desk chair and turn it to face the bed.
“Feeling more comfortable now that we’re both naked?” You ask as you sit down on the chair, spreading your legs slightly and giving him a perfect view of your pussy that was starting to grow wet. He was completely frozen, and you could feel your mind slowly catching up to you, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. “Or should I leave?” He watches as you begin to close your legs, the view slowly disappearing from him when he snaps out of it.
“I, no!” He quickly says. “No, no, Fuck, no… don’t I… wasn’t expecting this,” You nod your head. “I just… this isn’t a dream, right?” You swallow as you now completely shut your legs and press your hands into your knees, building up the courage to stand up and making sure your legs wouldn’t give out on you when you ran for the door.
“No, no it’s not, this is very much real, and I’m starting to realize that I’m probably embarrassing myself in front of you right now,” You say. He quickly scrambles off the bed, falling to his knees and crawling towards you, his hands grip your knees, just below yours, and looks up at you with concern in his eyes, concern that you would get up and leave.
“No, no, why?” He asks. “Why do you feel like you are, because I can promise you that you’re totally not,” You were both naked, and he had a raging hard-on, and now he was holding onto your knees, his hold was burning your skin.
“For interrupting your private moment,” You say. “I should probably go,” You try to get up, only for him to firmly press down on your knees and slide his hands higher to have a better grip on you to keep you seated.
“Oh, no, no, please don’t go… fuck,” He says. “Unless you feel uncomfortable, and you chased your mind, but fuck, don’t go,” You watch him as he practically pleads you not to get up and leave his room. “I just… I just want one tiny taste…” You feel your muscles twitch and your insides twist at his words. “If you allow me… you can totally say no…” You take in a deep breath.
“Yes…” You breathe out. “You can have a taste,” You watch his eyes light up before his hands grip the crease of your hips, and he leans forward, his lips make contact with yours as he kisses you hotly, your eyes shut as you move your hand to the back of his head, twisting your fingers into his hair. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to allow him access to explore your mouth, while his thumbs press against the crease of your thighs while his hand was squeezing the top of your thighs. Your other hand grabs onto his biceps and holds onto it, you could feel the temperature surrounding you shifting as the air became hot and heavy.
He pulls away from the kiss, causing strings of saliva to break off onto your chin as he does, but his lips were instantly on your jaw and kissing down your neck and over your collarbone before reaching the top of your breast, his tongue presses against your skin, and he licks a strip down to your nipple before taking the bud into his mouth.
“Ohh… fuck, Jae…” You breathe out, keeping your eyes closed as the pleasurable sensation goes through your body and builds up in your core. “Hmm…” One of his hands slides over the top of your thighs before it slips between them and pulls your legs apart, and moves his body between them to keep them spread for him. He slides his hand upwards and brushes the tips of his fingers against your folds, making you buck your hips forward. “Fuck, Jae…” He tugs on your nipple with his mouth, and you felt like he was tugging on the ball of tension that was growing inside you instead. You open your eyes and look down at him and saw him looking up at you as he was sucking on your nipple. “Fuck…” He releases your nipple and licks his lips.
“If I knew you were so willing to do this, I would have approached you weeks, no, months ago,” He says. His lips make contact with your stomach, and he kisses down and pauses right before he reaches your belly button. “I’ve wanted you… for months,” You could feel your stomach twisting at his words. “You want this, right?”
“For weeks now,” You mutter. You admit, that you found your roommate attractive when you first moved in, but once you got to know him some more, you quickly fell for him but decided to keep it all to yourself and only share it with your closest friends. “Fuck,” His fingers slide along your outer folds, causing a shiver to go up your spine.
“Are you saying I could have tasted you weeks ago and neither of us said a word?” He asks. You nod your head, and he lets out a chuckle as he drops his head. “Fuck, we’re idiots…” This time it was your turn to laugh, he looks up at you. “I guess better late than never,” He dips his head lower and his lips make contact with your inner thigh. “Let’s try and make up for the lost time,” His fingers slide between your folds, and you feel the pads of his fingers going towards your clit before circling around the bud.
“Ohh, fuck, oh, oh, Jae… shit,” You breathe out at the friction near your clit, your insides were twisting as you felt your pussy twitch at the attention it was suddenly getting, you could feel his hot breath near your pussy and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs, and fuck, it was making your mind spin. “Youngjae, fuck…” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you push your hand against it.
“So eager…” He mutters before his lips attach to one of your pussy lips and suck on it, your eyes shut, and you take in a deep breath. “Hmm,” You take your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down on it as the vibrations from his hum went through your pussy and towards the ball of pleasure inside you.
“Youngjae, hmm, oh, my fuck…” You moan, your lids twitch as your eyes move behind them, fuck, the feeling was sensational, sweat was starting to coat your skin, and you were starting to breathe in harder. “OH!” His finger slides over your clit and slowly rubs over the bundle of nerves. “Oh, my…” His other hand pulls away from your hip and feel his breathing becoming deeper against your skin. “Fuck… are you touching yourself?” He pulls at your pussy lip before releasing it.
“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, your pussy clenches at the thought of his hand sliding along his cock, pleasing himself while making you feel good, “I’m so fucking hard, I need to try and take care of it,” You hear a squelching sound, and it definitely didn’t come from you.
“Fuck, Youngjae, that… is so hot,” You moan. His fingers slide down from your clit, and you feel a digit poking at your slit, his lips push right against your clit, and you could feel his breathing right against the nub.
“I wanna cum inside you…” He mutters, his voice travels through your clit, and you swear you could feel your own juices leaking from you at the words. “So please don’t take too long to get wet enough for me, baby,” Your back arches as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit while at the same time a digit slips into you, you throw your head back and your jaw slacks.
“OHHH!” You loudly moan, your hand on his biceps squeezing down at the sudden jolt of pleasure that goes through your veins, his nose was rubbing against your mound as his lips were wrapped around your clit, his finger curls inside you once it was completely inside you. “FUCK, JAE!” Your chest heaves up and down as you take in deep, rapid breaths. “Oh, my fucking…” Your heart drummed loudly in your ears.
“Hmm… hmm… hmm,” He moans against your clit, and with each moan you could feel the ball of pleasure inside you growing bigger and bigger, and your juices only getting slicker as it grew. A second digit slips into you, and you feel a light stretch in your walls as his fingers pump in and out of you.
“Fuck, I… Jae…” You moan as your head turns from side to side, pleasure fogging up your mind. “I…” His fingers curl inside you, and you feel a shiver go through your spine, your toes curl into his carpet floor and your muscles tighten. “Jae… Jae, I’m…” A third digit slips into you, stretching your walls even more. “Oohhh,” He releases your clit and licks a slow thick stripe over your clit, the friction making your legs shake as the rough texture of his tongue glides over your clit. “FUCK!” You sit up straight as the ball of pleasure inside you come undone, his fingers rapidly pump in and out of you to ease you through your high and make sure your walls were stretched enough for him. Stars danced behind your lids and your mind floated through the clouds and your legs shake from the pleasure.
“Hmm, so good,” He breathes against your pussy, making you push your hand harder down against the back of his head. “You’re so needy and desperate for more,” His tongue flicks over your clit, causing your back to arch. “Let me get you on the bed first,” You feel him place his wet hands on your hip and your shoulder before helping you up.
“Fuck, Jae, your cum on me… fuck,” You whimper out as he guides you towards the bed. He carefully lays you down and makes sure you're in the middle of the bed before he climbs on between your legs, pushing them wide open for him and giving himself the perfect view of your needy, glistening pussy.
“Fuck, you’re just… everything,” He says as his eyes slowly move up along your body, taking in everything about you, every little detail he was able to spot, one of these days he will explore your entire being to find which spots gave you the most pleasure and which ones he should avoid. “I need you now…” You were barely coming down from your high when you felt your hips being lifted and a fluffy pillow being placed underneath your butt. You lift your head and look at him through half-open lids. Sweat coated his chest and his hair was stuck to his forehead, a sight that made your walls clench and your insides twist together.
“Fuck… you…” You mutter and drop your head down onto the bed. You feel his legs touch the inside of your thighs and moments later you feel his cock brush against your folds before they push between them and slide up and down along your pussy.
“Fuck, so hot… and wet,” He mutters and moves himself towards your entrance. He places one hand on your hip and pushes the head into you, your jaw slacks as you feel him slowly stretching your walls and filling you. “Ohh, o-ohh,” He places his other hand on your hip as well and slowly pushes his hips forward to fill you.
“F-fuck, Youn-Youngjae…” You moan, your lids flutter as you feel your pussy slowly being stuffed by him. “F-fuck, I… you, hmm,” His fingers press into your skin, and you reach up and grip onto his bedding, twisting the fabric between your fingers. “Ohh…”
“Fuck, you… feel so good,” He grunts out, feeling your walls squeezing around him the further he sinks into you. “Taking me so good,” He thrusts his hips forward, swiftly filling you and causing your tits to bounce as he does.
“Oh!” You gasp at the sudden movement and turn your head to the side. “Jaaaeee…” You feel your muscles tightening as he slowly begins to slide out of you already. “Fuck, fuck, I… shit,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your head turns to the other side. The sound of your wetness quickly fills the room as he finds a pace fast enough for him yet slow enough.
“Fuck, I don’t… think I’m gonna… last long,” He says between gasps. He slides his hands along your sides and over your breasts before over your upper arms and along your forearms, you release the bedding as his hands reach yours and grab onto them, interlocking your fingers with his. “Fuck, yes,” His stomach brushed against yours with every thrust, and you swear that you could feel his muscles tightening as he does. He pulls your hands until they’re next to your head and pushes them into the bed.
“Hmm, I… we should have, oh, fuck… done this a long time ago-ooohh,” You moan. His lips make contact with your collarbone and moments later you feel him starting to suck on the skin there. “Oh, fuck…” You squeeze his hands, the feeling of his hearing his loud hot breath so close to your ear and feeling his lips suck a mark into your skin was adding to the feeling of your high building inside you. “Youngjae…” You feel your legs starting to shake as your toes begin to curl, you decide to lift one leg and wrap it around and feel his cock slide in just a little deeper. “FUCK!”
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” He mutters as he pulls away from the mark he was creating. “Fuck, you’re milking me, I’m…” You could hear a strain in his voice as he spoke. “F-fuck…” You could feel his hips stuttering for a second. “I’m…”
“Fuck, let me rub my clit,” You say. He releases one of your hands, and you immediately move your arm between your bodies, you feel his stomach rubbing more against your arm and felt his muscles pulling against your arm. “Fuck, you’re close…” You press your fingers against your clit and begin rubbing the bundle of nerves, he picks up on your breathing picking up before he felt your walls pulse around him.
“FUCK!” He loudly moans, your walls clench as the sound was so close to your ear. His pace picks up as he begins chasing after his high, his mind was spinning as he felt a heartbeat right in the head of his cock and knew he had to get it out. “Fuck, fuck, are y-you close?”
“Hmm,” You whimper out and push your head into the mattress as you feel your muscles tighten, and the knot inside you grow at a rapid pace. “Jae… YoungjAAEE!” Your back arches as the ball of pleasure inside you comes undone and pleasure courses through your body, your eyes shut and stars fly past your vision.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, I…” He mutters before his hips harshly snap forward, his body shakes on top of yours as hot ropes of cum spill into you, his hand squeezes your hand as his other hand grips the bedding and pulls at it. “FUCK, fuck, so good, shit…”
“Jae, Jae, fuck,” You chant out as your mind floats through the clouds, your body felt light as it was going through the ecstasy feeling. “Oh, my… fucking…” His hips rock into yours as he eases himself through his high, you pull your fingers away from your clit and move your hand to his side. “What if I sucked you off right now?” His hips buck forwards, your words making his mind spin even more, before he lifts his head to look at you.
“Fuck… you can’t say shit like that,” He says. You open your eyes to look at him, he could see satisfaction in your eyes with a hint of mischief in them. “Fuck, Y/n…”
“And what if I’m not joking?” You whisper. He sits on his knees and looks down at you, your skin glistened with sweat and your chest was heaving up and down. “What if I do that?”
“I would lose my absolutely damn mind,” He breathes out. Beads of sweat rolls down his chest and he was breathing heavily, his ears were red, and his eyes held a mixture between lust and warmth in them. “Another time… another time, fuck, it’s so tempting to see if you actually would, but another time…” He pulls his cock from you and watches as his cum and yours spill from your sopping hole and onto his bedding. “Let me take care of you now… you took care of my problem, let me take care of you,” You drop your leg from his waist and drop your hands onto the bed. “Are you okay… was this okay?” His tone suddenly softer.
“Hmm,” You say as you nod your head. “It was… it was more than okay,” He nods his head and slides his hand along your inner thigh, making you feel how much your juices had splattered from his thrusts.
“Let’s go take a shower, and then order some delivery,” He says. You sit upright and grab onto his shoulders, stopping him from getting up.
“What are we, Youngjae?” You softly ask. His expression softens slightly and he leans closer. “I don’t… want to be a one-time thing,” He squeezes your inner thigh, making you whimper at the feeling.
“Well… I would very much like for you to be mine,” He says. “To be with me, so we can do this a lot more often, and so I can call you mine…” You softly smile and lean in a little closer.
“Then say those magic words, Youngjae…” You whisper, your noses touch and your lips were so close to touching.
