#erick x reader

Bf! Erick Pulgar x leitora

Gênero: smut curtinho

Avisos: MDNI, sexo explícito, oral (fem), apelidos, overstimulation (?), linguagem imprópria

Notas: uma consolação da nossa derrota de hoje contra a Noruega ‹/𝟹

Além disso eu ainda perdi todo o texto que eu tinha escrito que tava maravilhoso (eu literalmente tinha terminado de escrever),me desculpa se não tiver tão bom gente, é muito muito frustrante tentar escrever a mesma coisa de novo, é isso, vai sem revisão essa prr vtmnc.

Boa leitura!!

Suas coxas doíam enquanto você tentava evitar fechá-las em torno da cabeça de Erick, afundada no meio das suas pernas.

Seus mamilos estavam rígidos por baixo da camisa dele, ele não pode evitar estender a mão prende-los entre os dedos, apertando com força.

Desde que seu namorado chegou do Chile tudo o que ele tem feito é te dar atenção, comprando seus doces favoritos, tomando banhos longos com você, massageando suavemente suas pernas enquanto vocês assistem filmes, distribuindo beijinhos quentes pelo seu rosto e pescoço, e com mais frequência do que o comum, chupando sua buceta toda vez que você acorda.

Antes de você ele não se considerava exatamente um fã de sexo oral, alguns diram até que ele era egoísta ou preguiçoso, mas com você... Ele simplesmente não consegue evitar abrir seus lábios com os dedos, a boca salivando pra te tocar, ainda mais em momentos como esse: um fim de tarde perfeito depois de um dia inteiro na piscina conversando e bebendo com você, suas bochechas avermelhadas por causa do sol, os lábios rosados e o cabelo bagunçado espalhado pelo travesseiro, o corpo quente por causa das cobertas que agora têm seu cheiro, a pele ainda mais macia depois do cochilo, usando aquele short de dormir que ficava mais curto a cada movimento seu. Perfeita pra caralho.

Ele ama te observar durante suas sonecas, como você se aconchega em sua cama grande, dando selinhos nele como despedida e sussurrando palavras desconexas antes de dormir, o peito subindo e descendo tranquilamente. Você parece tão linda, como um anjo.

Ele ama todas as pequenas coisas que fazem o que vocês têm parecer mais real, que te fazem parecer mais dele: a maneira como você anda pela casa com as camisas dele, espalhando seus livros e coisinhas por todos os lugares, deixando sua escova em cima da pia e avisos de post-it no espelho pra não se esquecer de algo, todas as coisas que fazem você ser quem é. Ele tinha que te agradecer de alguma forma por ser sua namorada.

"Se fechar as pernas vai ser pior, entendeu mi amor?", ele puxou suas pernas pra apoiá-las nos ombros com uma das mãos tatuadas enquanto a outra pressionava sua coxa com força, te mantendo bem aberta pra ele.

A ordem aumentando seu prazer, te fazendo morder os lábios pra segurar um gemido, seu cenho se franze levemente enquanto você assentia febrilmente, tentando se controlar.

Ele era tão bom nisso, a língua deslizando suavemente da sua entrada até seu clitóris sensível, coletando seu mel e pressionando os lábios no seu monte macio como num beijo.

Ele parecia tão perdido quanto você, seus olhos se revirando por trás das pálpebras enquanto saboreava seu gosto, fazendo barulhos molhados e altos que só te deixavam mais corada. Seu bigode começava a crescer, deixando a fricção ainda mais intensa, a sua lubrificação se espalhando desde a ponta do seu nariz até o queixo dele, começando a escorrer pelo pescoço.

Suas mãos apertavam a carne da sua bunda com força, os dedos cravados na sua pele bronzeada, abrindo os olhos pra poder te admirar.

Ele pressiona dois dedos na sua entrada e os enfia profundamente, logo estabelecendo um ritmo perfeito, pressionando aquele pontinho macio dentro de você, te fazendo arfar, os espasmos aumentando, todo seu autocontrole por um triz.

"Goza no meu rosto, ¿puedes hacerlo por mí, princesa?", a sua voz rouca vibrando por toda a sua buceta, seu hálito quente fazendo os pelos do seu corpo se arrepiarem, aquele foi seu fim.

Todo seu corpo vibrava quando seu orgasmo te atingiu com força, a visão ficando embaçada, pequenas lágrimas brilhantes se acumulando nos seus longos cílios. Você sussurrava uma bagunça de pedidos e agradecimentos pra Erick, sua buceta se apertando com intensamente em torno dos seus dedos.

Depois que suas primeiras ondas de prazer foram embora você podia sentir a dor nos ossos do seu quadril, coxas e peitos, desejando internamente que tenham ficado marcas, querendo admirá-las no espelho mais tarde.

Seus olhos se abrem e encontram os dele, já fixos em você, eles se fecham suavemente enquanto ele sorri, te puxando pela cintura pra mais pertinho, agora gentilmente, distribuindo beijos molhados por seus joelhos, na parte interna das suas coxas e por fim no seu clitóris.

Ele te olha com devoção, observando a maneira como sua buceta estava brilhante e rosada ainda sob seu toque, completamente satisfeita e exausta, completamente dele.

Ele tira os dedos de você, fazendo um estalo molhado, e sobe lentamente, descansando a cabeça no seu peito, seus dedos se entrelaçando nos fios escuros do seu cabelo.

Você poderia ficar daquele jeito pra sempre, o mundo anoitecendo lá fora e os tons quentes do fim de tarde desaparecendo no céu, enquanto o calor do seu corpo se esvai e o frio do ar-condicionado se torna mais real.

Os polegares dele fazendo carinho na sua pele, te pedindo desculpas por ter te machucado, elogiando seu cheiro e gosto.

Agora seria sua vez de recompensá-lo.

Tô tão chateada ◞‸◟

Nav*!

*Smut warning!!

Erick sinnn omg guys im so nervous

Also this isn’t gonna be superrrr explicit like my others just bc this is new territory and a lil different still...

But here it goes, lmk your feedback pls 🙃

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“Ew don’t touch meee” Erick whines as you roll over, playfully nudging him with your toes. His eyes are scrunched shut tightly, trying desperately to ignore you. “Pero es la mañanaaaaa,” you fight with him as he pulls the sheets over him and drowns you out with a pillow over his ears.

You can’t seem to find a hole in his little barrier, so you give up with a huff, slumping back onto your pillow. It was your one day off. A day for you to sleep in and relax, but of course you would end up fully energized at 7 am. Erick was no help either, that kid would be asleep for another 3 hours max and there was no way to stop him.

The phone on your bedside table buzzed and maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to just browse social media for a couple hours. Or so you thought...

You click the little Instagram icon and it immediately shuts down. Click again, same thing. You go back and forth between apps, disappointed as each one loads with an error- no connection. “Dammit,” you whisper and notice the icon on the top left of your screen disappeared, WiFi shut down.

The laziness in you kicks up and overpowers the effort to fix it. You look over to Erick, still buried in blankets and sleeping soundly. So trying not to wake him, you remove yourself from the bed slowly, inching your way out as quietly as possible. Feet hit the cold tile beneath you and you bolt over to your closet. Moving a few old jackets and shoes, you find a big box and slide it out next to your tv.

You remove the contents quietly again, making sure to check on Erick every time a sudden noise was made. Tangled chords get plugged into multiple ports and outlets, your desperate attempt to find some entertainment for time being. Once it was all set up, you place the console on the tv stand excitedly, digging through the box one more time for exactly what you were looking for. You insert the game and hop back in bed carefully, controller in hand.

Once you got situated in a comfy spot on the bed, a good distance away from Erick to give him room, you clicked the switch for the tv. The room immediately filled with the blaring music from the theme opening. You scramble for the remote rapidly and smash the button until it was silent. It didn’t work, however, since Erick was already up and facing towards you.

His hair was messy, sleep still in his heavy eyes and with a little baby frown. “Que estas jugando??” He questioned and looked at the screen so obviously plastered with the logo. You shrivel up a little in place, trying to look unknowing but also cute enough to get away with it. “Super smash bros......”

You fail to hold back a playful smile and cover your face with the controller. “Without meee!?” He argues and pushes you away from him. You point at him with the controller in hand, “Erick- estabas durmiendo, déjame en paz im bored.” His pout becomes a little softer, but he sits still with his arms crossed.

Some time passes of him being silent, you watch and wonder what’s running through those sleepy thoughts of his. He lets out a defeated sigh, rubbing his eyes before holding his hand out to you. “A controller,” he starts and yawns in between, “dame.” You hand him the one you were holding and grab the other off the nightstand. He adjust his eyes to the screen and gives you a nod to start it. “Ready to lose?” He jokes, and you lean in.

“Can i have a good luck kiss at least...?” You rest your head on his shoulder and bat your lashes up at him. He perks up quickly, catching himself just as fast, trying to play it cool. “Yea ye, i guess i could share some of my super smash bros skills with you this way.” He turns his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. You take it in while it lasts and run your tongue across your lips right after. Erick goes on and turns his attention back to the tv, ready to play.

But you look up at him and that messy hair, that light cover of stubble layering his chin, his perfect pink lips- and maybe there’s another game you wanna play now.

“Erick,” you say and he responds with a quick “que”, choosing through a long list of characters and not looking back at you. You roll your eyes and say it again, but this time while tugging at his shirt “Eriiickk.” He sets the controller down and turns toward you “queeee??”

You hold him by his jaw and slam your mouth to his, his eyes going wide with surprise. He pulls back a little, not quite sure what to do. You take the controller from him and toss it off the bed, yours following shortly after. His confused look changes up as you assure him of what you want, locking your arms around his neck, laying back and pulling him down on top of you.

“Whoa whoa,” he lets out as he falls over you and begin kissing and nipping at his ear. The tv played on in the back, background game music that sounded ridiculous in this situation. You smile against his skin and he giggles. “Ahora que” he laughs, now starting to kiss all over your neck and face. “La música, it’s funny,” you reply and he stops to listen.

“Guess we just gotta drown it out,” he says and sucks a mark onto your collarbone. Now there’s the gross teenager in him. You fall into his embrace, letting him droop over you lazily as kisses become more sloppy. The heat in your body increases as he takes the initiative to grab your thigh and lift it for him to settle in between.

“Por que eres tan bella en la mañana?..” he mumbles against your ear and it makes your heart flutter a little. His lips slide against your skin in all the right places, knowing exactly where to hit you for these types of moments.

A good amount of time goes by before you’re both ready for the next level. With as great of a kisser he was, you could get caught up in those lips all day. There would be no problem with that on either side too, because Erick definetly felt the same way. But what was happening now was sudden and pure need- a desire that wanted to be addressed immediately. And honestly, mornings like this was one of the times where he was at his hottest to you. So this would be fun.

The now so obvious bulge in his sweatpants grinded between your legs, making you gasp with all the thoughts that started to build in your head. Knowing he never liked to initiate, you part from his lips and squeeze his biceps with intention. “Erick,” you stop mid sentence and he bites his swollen lips while looking right into your eyes. “Grab a condom, I’m ready.” And with the speed of light, he rolls off of you to dig through the bedside drawer, pouncing back over you as he shows off the tiny little package.

You giggle at the goofy excited face he makes and he tears the corner of the wrapping with his teeth. He leans down to kiss you deeply one more time, letting you help pull his remaining clothing off before doing the same with yourself.

His nose rests against yours, pretty little lips hanging open as he slides the condom on, your own hands making their way down to assist. He exhales sharply and interlocks his fingers in yours. “Lista, bebe?” Its quiet and intimate, opposing slightly his normal character. I mean, he was always sweet, but it surprised you to see another side to his sweetness, however many times you’ve seen it before.

“Lista,” your hands massage the back of his neck, right where his hairline starts to fade. He’s slow, gentle, almost to the point where it’s too hard to wait for more. But he was careful with you, and that was always the most important thing.

He bottoms out fast, collapsing over you with a deep breath. “Don’t start losing on me now,” you joke and it helps relieve the tension of the moment, his confidence boosting up again. You guide him with a pace, something you can both handle and work out together, rolling your hips up into his.

His soft groans were actually more like whimpers, never afraid to overcompensate and be too dramatically vocal, he was as natural and amateur as any other boy your guys’ age. You clench onto his arms, arching up at his constant thrusts. The veins in his neck flex slightly and he’s never looked so focused in his life.

Your loud whines match the volume of the still playing video game and the squeaks of the bed frame. Sheets bundled at your feet as he pushes your bodies higher up on the bed, getting that perfect leverage to finish you out. “WhoA-“ you accidentally mutter, the sensation simply emitting your first thought out suddenly, and in a totallyyy not sexy manner.

He smiles wide and it’s almost like he wasn’t literally inside of you right now, because before you know it you’re both giggling at your little slip. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep it together and not break out into a full on laughing fit- Erick above you doing the same. “I couldn’t stop, it just came out,” you justify and cover your face with your hands, all previous movement now at a hold.

“You’re a nerd,” he teases and starts to poke at your hands while pinching and tickling around your face, trying to get you to reveal yourself again. You squeal when he blows a raspberry on your neck, making you wiggle and finally push him away. The both of your laughter fills the air and the mood is so much lighter than before.

You push his hair back and snap back to what was happening before your guys’ fit of laughter. His cheeks are flushed with color and you bring him into a kiss. “I ruined the mood didn’t i?” You smile nervously and he continues to pepper your face with kisses. “No, you made it better” his tongue sweeps along the roof of your mouth with skill and you moan in response.

The rest is frantic- hands pushing and pulling at open skin, hips pounding against one another, muffled noises as teeth bite into soft flesh in pleasure. He mutters a string of broken English, bucking into you roughly. His body spasms and you chase your release shortly after, burying your face into his warm neck.

Your fingers clench into his skin as you come undone, feeling lost in his touch and body. You both start to slow down until he finally rolls from on top of you, plopping onto his pillow. He lays there and it looks like he’s trying to reload back into normal Erick mode.

“You’re weird,” you cuddle up to him to lay your head on his sweaty chest. And like all he needed was the sound of your voice, he turns his head to you and shows off those perfect teeth. “Youre weirder,” he wraps you in his arms and starts to play with your now very tangled hair, “siempre me quieres así en la mañana.”

“You’re not complaining” you snap back and he agrees silently with a single look, fingers still locked in your silky strands. You squeeze him tightly to remind yourself how amazing he is and how lucky you are to have him to yourself. He groans as you squeeze tighter, almost pushing you away. “Oowww,” he squeezes you back to play along.

You release him and kiss his cheek one more time. “Okay can we go back to playing the game now?” Youre already reaching for your controller on the floor, pressing buttons to get it started. “Desnuda???” He almost screams, already halfway through putting his own underwear back on.

Oii, muito obrigada pela ask, é um prazer escrever sobre ele pra você!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Boa leitura!!

──── 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝒀

[💌] Bf Erick Pulgar x leitora𝜗ৎ

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 preview: você e Pulgar passam a tarde inteira juntos, descansar pertinho do seu namorado é tão bom...

𑣲 ˚. ᵎᵎavisos: fluff, muito dengo e amorr𖹭

Você pode escutar as gotas de chuva contra as janelas grandes do quarto de Erick, o barulho reconfortante da tempestade presente nas últimas duas ou três horas.

A brisa do temporal invade o quarto pelas frestas das janelas, trazendo um aroma fresco de orvalho para esse fim de tarde de domingo.

O vento frio deixa o calor das cobertas ainda mais aconchegante, as pernas entrelaçadas nas dele, a cabeça apoiada confortavelmente no seu peito, que se expande a cada respiração, os batimentos rítmicos do seu coração te induzindo ao sono.

Seu peito sobe e desce lentamente, o cheiro dele e do amaciante nas cobertas se misturam naturalmente, como uma combinação perfeita.

Seus olhos se abrem e fecham com suavidade enquanto você sente o efeito da sonolência deixando seu corpo pesado da melhor forma possível.

Você usa a camisa dele, se sentindo um pouco triste pelo seu cheiro ter substituído o dele.

Vira o rosto para cima, os olhinhos se esforçando para ficarem atentos, desejando apreciar um dos seus momentos preferidos: seu namorado dormindo tranquilamente.

Seu peito se enche com aquele sentimento quente e sufocante que é amar tanto alguém, o torpor se esvaindo momentaneamente para que você possa admirá-lo com mais atenção.

Seus pensamentos entorpecidos são preenchidos pouco a pouco com todo o amor que você sente por ele, seu coração ficando quentinho por saber que ele é seu.

Os cílios longos tremulam sobre as bochechas dele.Os lábios permanecem entreabertos. Tatuagens enfeitam o topo da maçã do seu rosto, ainda um pouquinho avermelhadas depois do sexo e do banho quente que vocês tomaram.

Os braços dele repousam na sua cintura, debaixo da sua camisa — dele.

Sua pele ainda tem o cheirinho de banho recém-tomado, o cabelo escuro ainda úmido e macio, espalhado em mechas curtas pela testa.

Você observa a escrita e os desenhos no pescoço dele, a pequena pinta que enfeita o maxilar e o bigode que começa a crescer. Sorri para si mesma pensando nas pequenas brigas que vocês têm por causa disso, sempre se queixando de que machuca durante o beijo.

Você afunda lentamente o rosto no peito dele, tentando absorver aquele cheiro, desejando, de alguma forma, fixá-lo em você e no seu subconsciente.

Sorri baixinho, fechando os olhos outra vez, levando consigo a imagem dele como a última coisa que deseja ver antes de adormecer.

Algumas lembranças merecem ser vividas devagar, só para que seu coração tenha tempo de guardá-las do jeito certo.

prologue

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Authors POV

It was early in the morning, around 9:30 AM to be exact. It was Sunday, meaning no one in the house needed to go anywhere as everyone was given a break that day, thanks to their jobs. A tired Lilith rolled in her bed, the blanket wrapping around her small form as she moved around more to her to find the familiar comfort that had greeted her last night. Finally deciding to stop fighting the morning glares, Lilith rolled herself out of bed, yawning as she stretched, standing from her bed.

It didn't take long for Lilith to realize she had woken up a bit later after her usual time. But she had been up to about one in the morning so this was to be expected. Lilith tiredly walked over to her closet, wanting to go shopping for the day with Mika, Suzu, and Naomi. Lilith dressed in her usual style of clothing which consisted of a black and white long-sleeved shirt with stripes, an overshirt that had Shoto Todorki printed on it, black jeans with her classic belt so she could hook her keys onto. She wore her usual black boots, rolling the ends of her jeans up a bit so the boot was fully exposed. Her hair was let loose, a hair tie resting on her wrist in case she decided to change her mind. Light makeup dusted over her features, as Lilith secured her headphones on her head, making sure they were connected to her phone.

"Thank the heavens for Bluetooth." She thought.

Lilith had finished getting ready for the day, now heading down the dining room for breakfast. It hadn't occurred to her that the house was eerily silent, as she had music playing on her headphones. Entering the dining room she saw the boys sitting around the table, the air feeling tense.

" Hello, Lilith." Damien greeted her with a smile.

" Hey guys, is everything okay?" Lilith asked, now suddenly afraid of the feel of the room itself. She hadn't noticed the glares that were being shared between Sam, Erick, and James. The three oldest brothers, out of the five. James is the oldest, Erick being the second oldest, then Sam.

" Lilith, uh, wanna help make breakfast?" Matthew asked, in hopes of distracting her from his brothers. Thankfully, it had worked, and Lilith was lured into the kitchen, begging to make breakfast with Matthew.

" You three need to calm down," Damien said, directing his voice to his brothers, who at the moment were acting like children. James nodded, fixing his shirt and pushing up his glasses before clearing his throat.

" Your right Damien. I'll help prepare breakfast." James said, causing both Erick and Sam to look up at him quickly. James disappeared into the kitchen before Erick settled back into his seat.

" We can't let her know about this," Damien said, trying his best to ignore his brother's thoughts that seemed to be clouding poor Damien's head.

" She'll feel guilty if you guys tell her," Damien said, moving to leave the dining room the finish getting ready for the day before he stopped.

" Please, don't make a scene." Damien finished, before leaving.

" I think somethings wrong with the boys," Lilith said to Suzu while sipping her drink.

" How so?" Mika asked as she continued to look at the clothes on the rack.

" Well, this morning I got up and went downstairs to the dining room after getting ready. When I walked in, the air felt tense like they had been arguing, and nor Sam, James, or Erick looked at me or even said Good morning."

" Maybe because it wasn't a good morning?" Suzu joked as Naomi gave her a dress to hang on Suzu's arm.

" Not what I meant Suzu," Lilith said back, rolling her eyes playfully.

" I just found it weird. Normally whenever I would wake up in the morning breakfast would be done and they'd all be talking about their plans for the day while Matthew and Sam shove food in their mouths." Lilith said, grabbing a jacket off the rack. Naomi sighed before stopping.

" Lilith, they're brothers. Brothers fight you know. So maybe they just had a little argument and when you walked in they had just finished that conversation." Lilith nodded knowing Naomi was right in some aspect. Still, a thought laid in the back of her mind that maybe it was her that was the reason for their argument. As the girls continued to look for outfits in the store and for clothes to buy they all settled on a few things.

After the girls had paid for their items, they began to walk around the mall, trying to find another store to go into. " You think I should get new shoes?" Naomi asked Mika, as the two girls looked down. " I think so. You wear them too much Naomi."

As Lilith was about to join the conversation, her phone began to ring.

" Hold on girls, someone's calling me," Lilith said before grabbing her phone out of her back pocket. Damien's name flashed across the screen.

" Hello?" Lilith asked as she stood over to the side with Suzu, Naomi, and Mika.

" I'm sorry to bother you, Lilith, I know your shopping, but you need to come home," Damien said from the other line, his voice filled with worry. Lilith was filled with worry, not sure what was going on.

" Alright, I'll be right there," Lilith said before hanging up.

" Sorry guys, I gotta go," Lilith said, facing Suzu, Naomi, and Mika.

" This is the fifth time!" Suzu complained, dropping her bag of clothes.

" I'm sorry guys! But something happened back at the house." Lilith explained, grabbing her keys off her belt.

" Those boys are like children. You can't leave them alone for one second." Naomi said, before tightening her grip on her bag.

" Guys, I'm really sorry. But if something urgent happened I need to be there." Lilith said. Mika nodded, understanding her situation.

" We can hang out next week or something. Go, Lilith, if they called then something must be wrong." Mika explained. Lilith nodded and smiled before leaving the three girls to go to her car.