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Challenge accepted | Lee Juyeon & Eric Sohn

Pairing : Juyeon x Gender Neutral Reader + Eric ♡

Explicit, 2000 words.

Summary: You’ve always been a bit of a hot-head and Juyeon always uses it to his advantage. Because you’ll never stand down from a challenge to prove you’re right.

Content warnings: blowjob, stubborn reader, voyeurism, handjob, messy, drool/spit, masturbation, eric is such a cute subby baby ngl , reader is lowkey a dom.

Juyeon has always known the right buttons to press when it comes to you, call it what is, he has you completely wrapped around his finger. He’s had you completely figured out since high school. Always teasing you or setting you up with challenges you couldn’t resist. Like the first time you both kissed, he was going off on how he thought you were probably shit at it and that’s why you were always single. And like clockwork you were always losing yourself in the heat of the moment, so consumed with your stubborn personality– always needing to prove yourself. 

So you did what you always did. You proved your point. Shutting up Juyeon and his taunting by kissing him, all to prove that you were good at it. And like a fool, you fell for his tricks every single time. 

That’s why you are here now. Sitting in between Juyeon’s thighs with one of his best friends watching, Eric. They were both teasing you. Everyone at the dance studio had already gone home for the night but you were all practicing a little longer when things took a turn for the worst. Suddenly once again you were proving another point. 

The teasing had you seeing red, blindly accepting the challenge but now here you were nervous as fuck, swallowing hard as they both watched you with sickening anticipation. You and Juyeon had never done more than kiss. 

If only you had kept your damn mouth shut. You wouldn’t be in this situation. 

Eric and Juyeon had been talking about how foreplay was boring, mutually agreeing that neither of them had cum from receiving oral before. But of course, you couldn’t hold your tongue,  immediately chiming in about how you’ve never had anyone bored while you were going down on them. 

Of course, it sparked both of their curiosities. Juyeon’s lips pulled into a tight smirk, his eyes flashing with excitement. 

He knew exactly how to play you, how to urge you to prove that you weren’t lying. But wasn’t this a little too far? 

Juyeon yawned, feigning his boredom as he sat back with both of his palms flat against the floor and behind him, “You look nervous, you sure you’ve actually done this before?” 

“Shut up,” You hissed. 

God. He always knew how to stoke the fire. 

You crawled forward, on all fours. If you hadn’t been staring Juyeon down searching for a change in body language, you might have been a little embarrassed by the way you crawled like some bitch on all four, your ass up in the air as you pressed your face into his crotch.

It was time to swallow your pride. 

The pacing was everything, you had to make your first movement slow and teasing, building the tension… You look up at Juyeon. Blinking softly as you creep your hands up his thighs… You watch the way his expression falters, and the way his lips part slightly. It’s noticeable in the way that Eric stirs… He’s watching every move, forgetting to breathe, and the silence is making everything inside of him twist with anticipation. 

You brush your hand over Juyeon’s cock, palming him through his jeans as you tilt your head, looking down at the erection that was growing in your hand. It felt big… God, even the suspense was beginning to hurt you. Feeling your own desire between your thighs. 

Juyeon was hot. 

Like. Really fucking hot and Eric? Fuck, you were finally starting to feel small with their eyes watching your every move, but you pushed forward. Leaning your head in and brushing your nose against Juyeon’s length. Your lip dragged over the fabric as your hands traveled further upwards, your fingers tracing the waistband of his pants before slipping up his shirt. 

Juyeon jerks a bit. Your fingers cool against his sweaty skin. You kiss his cock through his jeans and look up at him through your eyelashes. You wiggle your hips, swaying back and forth. 

It was just for dramatics, putting on a show. But it seemed to do the trick. Juyeon exhaled sharply.

Poor thing was trying so hard to keep his act together. 

“Bored?” You tease, blinking softly. 

“Yeah,” Juyeon breathes… But it’s an obvious lie that only encourages you more. 

You continue to kiss him through his jeans while you undid them, purposely fumbling with the button and pulling down the zipper slowly. He lifts himself enough for you to pull his jeans and boxers past his hips. 

His cock is bigger than you expected. It was both thick and long, he reached for his shirt with one hand, still leaning back on the other. You admired the way his cock rested just below his belly button.

 God, his hands were so attractive… His forearms were littered with thick veins and his palm was flat against his stomach to stop his shirt from falling down. He knew you were staring. It was so obvious. But you couldn’t help it, fuck… 

You curled your hand around his cock, running your tongue over your lips to wet them before guiding the head to your mouth. You start slowly. Only wrapping your lips around his head, your tongue gliding over the slit… You can’t help but notice how much Eric is fidgeting now. 

“Are you bored, Eric? You can leave if you want?” You question while lowering your head to lick a stripe up Juyeon’s cock, “We might be here awhile and you can’t seem to sit still.” 

Juyeon glances over at Eric and his eyes fell to the obvious tent in Eric’s pants. 

“I-I’m good,” Eric answers quickly. His cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink, like a child using blush for the first time. 

You didn’t think you’d ever be able to fluster Eric so easily… It made you feel confident… 

After a few more teasing licks, you let the drool that had accumulated in your mouth leak from your lips. The spit dripped down the length of Juyeon’s cock and seeped between the cracks of your fingers. You pumped your hand, smearing the spit until his cock was wet. You wrapped your fingers around his head and lowered yourself, taking his entire length… Your eyes never leaving his… And it was worth the build-up. Watching the way his lips parted and his eyes fluttered. You pulled back up again. Pumping your first. Your fingers are tight, creating friction at the base while you take your time dragging your tongue over every vein. 

“Just touch yourself already,” Juyeon says roughly. His hand clenched his shirt tightly. He’s become annoyed with how much Eric has begun to squirm around. 

You left your head, dazed eyes looking at Eric. He’s practically tearing his pants off just to touch himself. You can’t believe he even waited so long for permission… But then it hits you, it was because Eric was waiting for someone to tell him what to do. 

“Want some help baby?” You coo sweetly. 

Juyeon doesn’t seem to like the idea though. Dropping his shirt and reaching for your face, he holds your cheeks between his thumb and index fingers tightly. 

You almost swoon at the motion. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Juyeon says, his eyes washing over your lips. His thumb smearing over your bottom lip, “You know, you’re kind of pretty like this y/n” 

“Fuck off,” You say slowly, circling your palm over the tip of head cock, “If you don’t help him, I will.” 

Juyeon seems a little taken aback. Glancing between Eric and you… But he does it, pulling back his hand and spitting into his palm before reaching to grab Eric's cock. He begins to pump his cock slowly and you feel satisfied watching the way Eric’s brows furrow and his lips part, soft moans filling the air. 

It turns you on, and more than you would ever like to admit. 

You can feel your face getting hot, your eyes following the slow drag of Juyeon’s hand wrapped around Eric’s cock, the moans that made your stomach twist. You tried to focus on Juyeon but it was hard to keep your eyes off Juyeon’s hands and the way they worked Eric over… His movements were so slow, each pump of his fist so teasing… 

Eric must have been in heaven. 

It was so hard to not think about Juyeon’s hands touching you in the same way, how good the pressure would feel between your thighs. You shook the thought out of your head. You haven't won yet. 

The goal was to make him cum. 

And you would make him choke on his words. 

Your full focus was now between Juyeon’s thighs. Fingers tight around the base of his cock and your lips stretched around his thick girth. It was the sloppiest and messiest head that you had ever given. Pushing the tip of his cock so deep into the back of your throat and holding it there as your drool dripped in thick slobbery strands down his length, pooling in his pubes. 

Juyeon moaned. Biting down on the inside of his cheek as he began to pant out a slurred melody of fucks. He couldn’t hold back anymore, moaning so beautifully…

The wet sounds were so loud and obnoxious, each bob of your head getting louder and louder… Juyeon’s cock twitched against your tongue. The bitter taste of pre-cum was a victorious taste, one that made you work even harder. 

You were so close. 

Looking up at Juyeon through teary eyes. You took him so deep, your hands pressing into his thighs… 

Juyeon grabbed onto your hair, trying to pull your head up, grunting out a messy, “Gonna cum.” 

You let him pull your head up, your hand taking over and working his cock over until your hand white globs of cum were dripping down your first. Juyeon’s grip on your hair weakened. Panting hard as he leaned back. You looked up at Eric, your chin dripping in drool…. You brought your hand up to your mouth. 

You made sure they were both watching as you licked the cum off your hand, cleaning up the mess you had made. 

“You’re amazing,” Eric coos, drunken eyes falling to the mess of cum that was on his thighs and the back of Juyeon’s hand that had long forgotten Eric after he came. 

You reach for Juyeon’s wrist. Tugging on it until he sits up, leaning into you. You take his hand, your tongue licking from his wrist to his middle finger. Cleaning up the mess on the back of his hand. He watched you, blinking slowly and taking in what you had just done. 

“You win,” Juyeon hummed. Lowering his head to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

Even though you had just given him head, it startled you. The slight hint of intimacy was new and you weren’t sure if it was something you liked. 

Things seemed to go on like normal. Eric and Juyeon began to pack up their belongings and were saying their goodbyes. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward, everyone joked and laughed, but you couldn’t shake this feeling as you all walked to the bus stop together. Your thighs were uncomfortable and you were feeling this strange sensation every time you caught a glimpse of Juyeon smiling at something Eric said. 

Eric was the first to say his farewells, smiling and waving as he got onto his bus. 

Leaving you and Juyeon alone together… 

“It’s late,” Juyeon yawns, “I’ll walk you home at our stop” 

“Mm,” You nod. 

You felt like it was more, but it wasn’t abnormal for Juyeon to walk you home. Maybe you were just imagining this tension… After all, it was just a challenge it didn’t mean anything. 

“Are you cold?” Juyeon questioned, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. He hugged you tightly, “Don’t think I didn’t forget about you. I just don’t want to share you with Eric, yet.”

Your stomach drops and all you can do is stand there with your head buried into Juyeon’s chest, your world completely spinning out of control. 

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nonidol!eric sohn x fem!reader

you and eric met on an airplane, and that’s where you thought it would end, but clearly the universe has a different plan in mind.

welcome aboard flight 1206 — please be advised that flight risks for today’s trip will include falling in love with your cute seatmate…

▷ genre, warnings. s2f2l, very romcom-y, fluff for days, angst-ish?, comfort (you and eric talk abt anxiety, imposter syndrome, etc), clumsy goofy eric will make u fall, sweet sexc eric (sse) will make u fall harder, i used romance movie titles for chapters but im an action movie lover 💀 (i invite you to name all the romance movie titles i reference tho!), slowburn, swearing, kissing, uncomfy situation w a dude (not eric) who doesn’t know what “fck off” means, you can literally tell that i’m a simp for this man, the cardigan™ is a paid actor

▷ total wc: 30.9k (i lied.)

▷ taglist — @polarisjisung @oi-miya @justalildumpling @sickvision @yogurteume @wtfhyuck @stayonceeva​ @smiles4jungwon @nyudove @yannew @whymarkieyournameismark @hyuckshaze @tbz-trash-ig @ilovechanhee​ @from-xero​ | permanent taglist: @tayunji​ @im-a-big-mess​ @honeyhuii​ @y3jiishot​ @crazywittysassy​ @seomisaho​ @stopeatread​ @enhacolor​ @rnjfy​ @jaehunnyy​ @kpopjackie​ @spiderrenjunfics​ @soobin-chois​ @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l​ @mingiholic​ @ja4hyvn​ @ethereal-engene​

sequel to party people (cobie’s storyline) — reading party people is NOT required, but highly encouraged (the prev yn will be called JC!Yn)

a/n: a little less screaming, but still a lot of screaming? hope u enjoy ! ☺️ do remember to reblog, leave a comment, or drop into my inbox~❤️ HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, BFFS!

EPISODE ONE (PILOT): A [FLIGHT] TO REMEMBER

IF you were being honest, you thought it would all be a lot different from what it was. The date was January 1st; the location: the Los Angeles International Airport. The ridiculousness of your flight timing was apparent by how barren LAX was, an airport infamous for its constant traffic. But even Angelinos knew that no one wanted to fly out of home on New Year’s Day. Today was supposed to be the day you woke up late, hammered from the previous night or early morning’s festivities, and celebrate a new year with your loved ones.

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you dont know i need ya ⌑ . 🏷 ⬭　✽　

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[ metropolis has nothing on this.

you're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss. ]

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sister requested <3

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@krions here it is! ★ ☕ > 🪐 𓂂

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✦ ⋆ 🎮 ⋆ ♡̷ 🛹 𓏸. 🔈 ๋࣭ 🎱⋆｡

burn too bright, now the fire's gone, watch it all fall down, babylon

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cigars pt 2 | nishimura riki

Disclaimer: Smoking kills.

Warnings: language, underage smoking.

Genre: fluff, romance.

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Through the silhouette on the curtain in her room she can see him leaning on the railing: inhaling a stick. Tired from craning her neck to check out the boy, she decided to roll out of bed and join him on the balcony but not after checking her phone for any message. 

The outside air is strangely cold tonight so she drapes on a robe. After sliding the glass door closed, Riki turns to her. An amused smile with a raised brow is playing over his features as he gives a long drag on his cigarette. He reaches a hand for her, but she ignores it and stands behind him instead. 

Confusion and amusement take over his clouded mind as the girl slips both her arms around his slim waist and buries her face in the vast expanse of his toned back. They don’t break the silence for a while just basking in this moment with the crickets resounding in the distance– Riki isn’t even smoking or maybe breathing completely tranced at her sudden physical affection. 

“What’s with this sudden cringe, noona,” Riki muses but deposits the stick between his rosy lips and covers her arms in his. 

At the boy’s question, she can’t think of a plausible excuse. As if excuses are needed in their relationship but embarrassment of her own action is mocking her after being called out. Admitting “You’re quite handsome and I can’t believe you’re mine.” is like a warrant to his painful teasing that would extend to several months. But there’s no point in covering the truth, she just has to say it. 

“It’s jus- it’s just that you’re so attractive, baby…” she says in a muffled voice against the fabric of his shirt (warm and smells like fresh laundry) to salvage her embarrassment. 

Riki manages a series of croaked airy chuckles at the revelation. He unwinds her arms and turns around to look at her pinked face. The girl grunts in a whiny tone  when Riki cups her face to make her look at him. 

“You’re fucking adorable, noona. Not gonna lie, sometimes, people might think I’m the older one in our relationship and I couldn’t agree more with them,” he says between the cloud of smoke he just puffed, still looking at her flushed face. Only then the girl makes an eye-contact with him– with a cigarette delicately perched between his red lips as he speaks, the raven hair that she just couldn’t stop admiring and running her fingers over, and the born angelic face that she couldn’t help but to plant kisses everywhere on it. 

It is like they have a mental connection, Riki takes the stick out of his lips, wedging it between his long fingers, he raises an eyebrow. “Do you want a taste?” 

The girl gazes at him almost sharply, and frowns. “You know I don’t smoke.” But I do wanna know what your lips would taste like after smoking. That she wants to assert. 

“Come on, I’ll teach you. It’s not as bad as you think,” he convinces her. And his words alone are making her rethink her choices in life. But what’s the worst thing that could happen? It’s just a puff and she’ll get a review of what it tastes like. Oh fuck it. 

She heaves a deep sigh and nods, “Okay, show me then.” 

Riki grins, leans his back on the railing and perches the stick between his lips again. “Come closer.” He beckons her. 

Skeptical at his actions but extremely excited, she takes baby steps toward him until he grabs her waist with his strong arm to his body. She lets out a faint gasp and places both her palms on his chest. The way he is watching her as he takes a long drag on his cigar is tugging hard at her weak heartstrings. 

Without a warning, he swoops down to press his lips on hers. At first, she widens her eyes for a split second but flutters her eyes close at the intimacy. Riki hums and coaxes her mouth open. The girl parts her lips for him and Riki transfers the smoke from his warm cavern to her by exhaling oh so tenderly in her mouth. She lets out a pressed moan at the sour and tangy taste of it. And then she starts to choke on her breath and coughs, separating her lips to breathe fresh air. 

Her little coughs make Riki chuckle. He lifts a hand to swipe his thumb on her lips. 

“How was that?” he asks as he turns around to kill the remnants of the cancerous stick on the ashtray he brought over. 

The girl inhales the long awaited smell of fresh air, “Terrible,” she croaks out but continues, “But I liked it.” 

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pt 1 

A/N: hope you enjoyed it and lemme know your thoughts on it <3 And pls kindly reblog, comment, and send me asks! Btw each part is a standalone and can be read as it is. I just titled it pt 2 cuz it is the same au🖤

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cigars | nishimura riki

genre: drabble, romance, fluff

Exhaling warm air into each other’s mouths, the girl parts her lips from him for a breather. Riki frowns and studies her with half lidded eyes for a moment before he dives down again to kiss her neck.

“Riki, stop,” she grunts and grabs the back of his neck. Pulling away and turning down his affection is a crime but they can continue it any other time. Right now she can’t let him off the hook again. He lifts his head up, with knitted eyebrows. He touches her cheek tenderly and mutters, “What’s wrong?”

The girl’s eyes twitch. “You’ve been smoking again, haven’t you?” She deadpans. Riki sighs dramatically and buries his face into her neck again to distract her, but his luck is out of service today. “Ay, I’m asking you, little boy. Don’t try to slide this off again.” This time she starts to throw stern glances at him; not buying any of his excuses.

Even if he denies, and lies, it won’t make a difference; she already knows he’s been getting into his old habit again. She just needs to hear him admit. He never listens. He never listened when she told him to wear a shirt to sleep, he never listened when she told him to dry his hair properly, he never listened when she told him to close his mouth when he chewed on his food and he never listened when she told him to break bad habits for his sake.

You say I’m a heavy smoker… but hey, look. You like how red and full my lips are right? These ain’t even look like I’m one amirite? That’s why you just can’t stop kissing me!

That was a long time ago when she used to let the boy walk free hooked on his youthfulness and genuineness. She’s always been a sucker for him, and will always be.

“Yeah…” Riki mumbles into the curve of her neck, still holding her body tight; afraid she would leave.

“Good. I’m not that naive for you to keep lying to me again,” she says, eyes everywhere but his face. So when he shifts to block her view, she groans and squirms out of his frame. Having stronger build and strength than her, apparently, his arms are tied around her body like a metal rope.

“Hey, I didn’t lie to you this time but you choose to stay mad at me like this? It’s not fair.” He grabs her chin to make her face-to-face with him. And yet, her eyes are everywhere but his. “I’m not mad.” She lets her gaze to mentally connect the moles on his face again.

“Then why aren’t you looking at me?” He muses, stifling a chuckle at her pettiness.

“I am looking at you,” she retorts nonetheless.

“No, look at me in the eyes.”

It is his persistence she finds most of the time genuine, some other times, exhausting. Finally giving up, just as when she moves her eyes to meet his eyes, he envelopes her lips with his own. The girl sighs in content; dipping her fingers in his jet black hair, making him crave for more.

While he can’t promise her he won’t smoke again, there is one thing he could say otherwise; that the only person who matters the most to him in the entire world has always been her, and will always be.

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A/N: if you enjoyed it, pls kindly reblog, comment and send me asks! talk to me ! Let’s be friends <33 i actually have more of riki stuffs to post i’m just choosing my faves out of  them><

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🐈‍⬛...⛓strawberries n cigarettes❔★

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focus | nishimura riki

genre: drabble

“What does it do.”

Riki mumbled to her neck. Goosebumps followed by a surge of electricity shot down her spine at his warm breath. She played it down, pretending he didn’t just immobilize her.

“That’s a property panel.” She daringly craned her neck to eye the boy, who’d been hugging her to his broad chest while she’s working on her laptop, arms secured safely on her waist.

Riki let his gaze cast downward to her lips before looking into her eyes. Her pupils dilated, so did his. He croaked out airy chuckles, which pulled at her heartstrings. He leaned down to press his lips on her shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

“Go back to work, noona. You’re gonna get side-eye watching me.”

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I am here to express my THIRST for this eric

I will die to be able to have him fuck me doggy style in this outfit, in the back seat of one of their vans

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neko no kone [kim sunwoo]

🐇 🎀 mature content ahead !! minors don't interact

🎀🧸 — pairings: catboy!kim sunwoo x gender neutral reader.

🎀🧸 — tw: nsfw. catboy!sunwoo. tsundere!sunwoo. cursing. making out. the good ol’ nipple sucky-suck. groping. handjob. prostate massage. degradation. ruined orgasm. orgasm denial (reader is mean). dacryphilia.

wc: 3991.

when you open the door of your apartment, the first thing you see are a pair of fluffy brown ears and two round, blinking eyes. sunwoo is squatting in the entryway, his hands on his knees and his chin pressed against the back of his hands. “welcome home,” he greets, slowly standing up as you close the door behind you and lean against it to remove your shoes before coming inside.

“you've been waiting here all day?” your hand pushes his bangs out of his face, you lean in to press a kiss to his forehead, and, when you try to pull away, sunwoo's tail wraps around your wrist and he pulls you in for another kiss, meeting your lips instead.

“pfft. no, i wasn't,” sunwoo fixes his hair with a shake of his head, trying pitifully to subdue and hide the stupid blush that dust his cheeks as he follows you into the living room, “i have better things to do.”

“that's good,” you place your bag on the table and take your coat off. sunwoo takes it from you, dutifully, to hang it on the rack himself so that you can stretch your tired legs on the sofa, “what did you do today?”

sunwoo's little brown ears fall back as he glances to the side, straight bangs falling on top of his long lashes, “ma—many things,” he mumbles out, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater, “definitely not wait for you to come back.”

you can't help but chuckle. he's always trying to act aloof, like your absence and presence are the same to him, but he's so transparent, his body language and reactions always end up giving him away, like in the way he follows you around the house with his tail held high, the way he purrs and keens into your touch when you scratch his back despite his claims of hating your pets, how he blushes and perks his little ears when you lean in for a kiss, his tail always wrapping securely around your waist and those contented mrrps of his when you're back home after a long day.

“you should've tagged along,” you say, smiling, “eric kept asking for you and kevin made cheesecake,” sunwoo only pouts in response, his eyebrows furrowing as he walks a couple of step closer to where you're sitting, his nose sticking upwards as he sniffs the air, “i was going to bring you a piece but haknyeon ate the last one.”

“i didn't want to go out, it looked like it was going to rain,” he leans down to press his nose against your head, sniffing your hair before he nuzzles his cheek against it with a displeased frown, “i'll go run you a bath.”

“thank you,” you throw your arm over your eyes as he disappears through the bathroom door, deciding to rest your tired sight for a couple of minutes while sunwoo gets the bath ready.

the next time you open them, the house is completely dark. you're awakened by an extra weight on top of you and a familiar sting on your chest. sunwoo straddles your waist on the sofa, softly kneading your chest with his hands, nails almost tearing the material of your shirt and pinching on the sensitive skin below. his face is buried in your neck, tongue lapping at the skin, insistent and even a bit forceful, “what are you doing?” you push him back by the shoulders lightly.

“you fell asleep,” sunwoo murmurs, “i wanted you to take a bath, you reek of eric.”

you prop yourself up with your elbows, prompting sunwoo to detach his lips from your neck and face you, “reek?” you ask, grabbing a fistful of your sweater and pressing the hem against your nose, “do i smell bad?”

he shakes his head with a pout, moving backwards so that you can sit back up, “it's not a bad smell, it's just,” he sticks his tongue out again, and rakes it over your jaw, “it's just not mine.”

he presses his lips against your neck again, this time lighter, gentler but considerably longer. he trails kisses up the skin of your neck with a bit of urgency, his hands resting at your hips with a heavy grip, “just what in the hell were you doing with eric that his scent is all over you now?” when you feel his lips find the beat of your pulse and suck, you chuckle.

“is kim sunwoo jealous?” you tease, your hand coming to his hair to pet his soft ears, “the kim sunwoo?”

“shut up, i'm not jealous,” he hums, you feel the vibrations of his voice against your skin, “it's just that i don't like dogboys, eric happens to be one,” his hands tug on your sweater lightly, “take this off.”

“liar, liar, pants on fire,” your sing-song voice has him clicking his tongue while he pulls your sweater over your head. he takes a sniff of it and then throws it across the room with a frown, eliciting another chuckle from you.

the sound makes his eyebrows furrow, and he looks like that silly duck from animal crossing when he pairs it up with a pout, “is it so bad that i want my human to smell of me?” he comes looking after your lips, pecking them lightly, “can't have you smell like someone else when you live in my house.”

“you live in my house,” you say, frowning.

“don't sweat the details!” his ears twitch when he exclaims, frustrated, “you know what i mean.”

“are you gonna do something about eric's scent, then?”

his tail wriggles around as he meets your lips with eagerness. he sucks your tongue into his mouth, humming with contentment when he feels it flicker against the roof of his mouth. his kiss grows a bit more desperate, enthusiastic, as he begins to groan lightly, hands tightening on your hips as his arousal begins to make his sweatpants tighten.

you place your hands below his sweater, pulling it upwards as you slide them up his torso. sunwoo whimpers when he feels your thumbs tracing over his pert nipples.

he's sad when you pull away, and it's only then he notices that he was running out of breath. you're quick to kiss his jaw, neck, whatever patch of skin of his that your wet lips can find, and sunwoo whimpers.

he tries to squirm away from you when you pinch one of his nipples, “not fair,” lifting his arms, he lets you pull his sweater off, and he's eagerly guiding your hands back to his nipples once you're done despite his words, “you should let me take charge every once in a while.”

“so you don't like it when i take care of you?”

he bites back a whimper when he feels one of your nails slowly raking down his bare back. you grab the base of his tail and give it a few strokes, sunwoo's breath hitches, “i—i don't particularly hate it,” he's blushing, closing his eyes tightly as he feels you nibbling at his neck, “i don't love it either.”

“sounds like someone's not being completely honest,” you pull away with a fake pout, watching as sunwoo's blush grows, “we gotta work around that, don't you think?”

an unintended purr vibrating in his throat, sunwoo subconsciously leans into your touch when you bring your lips to his again. the kiss is short lived, much to his dismay, as you continue to drag your sloppy kisses down his jaw and neck. you move your kisses further down, encaging his nipple in between your lips. sunwoo arches his back when he feels your tongue circling around it, goosebumps forming on his cinnamon skin as your hands holds his waist steady, his own grabbing at your hair as your teeth softly nip over his nipple, trying to press you firmly against his chest.

“does it feel good when your human kisses your nipples?” you tease, looking up at him through your eyelashes with a teasing smile.

“i'm not a, mmh, a girl,” sunwoo shakes his head with a concentrated frown, the hand that's not on your hair pinches his neglected nipple, matching the bite you give to the other, “it doesn't feel good.”

“really?” you mumble, “let's top it up a notch, then.”

he yelps in surprise, his ears twitching upwards, when he feels you palming at his semi hard cock in his sweats, sensitive like no other, his breath audibly stuttering, “don't just touch there out of nowhere!”

“mmmh,” you hum, separating your lips from his nipple with a smack. “i'm sorry,” you say, smiling and leaning in to kiss his cheek, “do you not like it?”

“n—no,” he flutters his eyes closed, biting his lips to keep unwanted sounds at bay, “i— i don't.”

“you say that, but,” your hand keeps palming him, slowly and almost ghostly, but sunwoo still twitches under your palm, his cock awakening with each kiss and touch, “aren't you getting a little hard here?”

“n—no, i'm not,” he jerks his hips upwards when you grip his member with a bit more force. you look down, and he follows your eyes through hooded lids when he sees you smirking, his cheeks immediately turn red in mortification when he notices the reason behind your mocking smile.

“there's already a wet spot here, though,” you thumb his tip through the darkened hem of his sweats, and, again, sunwoo mewls, his back arching and tail stiffening, “want me to touch it directly?”

his little ears perk up excitedly at your question, but he's quick to wipe that expression of enthusiasm out of his face and body language, letting his tail and ears fall back as his glossy eyes narrow, “fine,” he shrugs, embarrassed, looking off to the side, “if— if you want.”

you chuckle. you love this— this game of push and pull; you always make it a bet with yourself to see just how long it'll take for him to break past that facade and let himself loosen up, because you both know that you, eventually, always end up winning.

you tug at the waistband of his sweats, “take these off, then.”

despite his fake indifference, he's way too eager to get off you and take his pants off. his cock hits his stomach, fully erect, and he shudders when he feels the difference in temperature against his burning skin.

“stop staring like that,” he says, blushing, “you've seen it many times already.”

“and what about it?” you giggle, “it's cute!”

you love that expression of embarrassment that paints his face, those thick lips on a frown, chubby cheeks all red, ears flat and shaky pupils. you'd continue to praise him if his twitching cock wasn't demanding your attention.

“don't call it cute!” having enough of your teasing, he tries to join you on the sofa again. you stop him when he tries to straddle you, “what?” he says, ears flat as you push him away, “let me sit on your lap.”

“no,” you chuckle, watching as his breath gets caught in his throat as you grab his hips to guide him in front of you, “i can work better this way.”

“but...”

“but what?”

“no—nothing.”

i don't trust my legs, it's what he wants to say. he doesn't know how his body will react once you do lay your hands on him— he hates that he is so weak to your touch, so pitifully responsive, so receptive and easily affected by whatever you do to him. hell, you already have him this hard and leaking and all you did was kiss him and palm him. he's sure he'd be teased to death by you if he were to say that out loud, knowing you well enough to know that you get off on his vulnerability, on seeing him, the one who's supposed to be the predatory one, being so defenseless against your ravening desire.

and, as certain as he was of his predicament, sunwoo's legs buck a little when you wrap your hand around his length. with your other hand on his thigh, you pump him languidly, he tries to avoid your eyes, closing his so that he doesn't have to make eye contact— it's too intense for his faint heart, he's already jerking and thrusting, following the movements of your hand, he's sure he'll cum on the spot if he were to lock eyes with your hungry ones.

however, his eyes shot open when he feels a wet hotness tease his tip. his hips buck forwards involuntarily and tail going completely stiff as he yelps in surprise, “ah!” he moans again when he looks down at you, watching his red tip disappear in your hand as your fist continues to stroke him with a tight grip, “did you just lick me?”

“me?” you say, tilting your head with pretense innocence, “no, why? do you want it?”

with his chest heaving, he closes his hands on fist at his sides, pouting with a pathetic blush, “if you want.”

“do you want it?”

he's really gonna have to voice it out loud, huh. there's no way out of this one. “yeah,” he murmurs, swallowing hard, “i want it.”

“good kitty,” you say, and he whimpers at the praise, “finally being honest.”

he trembles when you lean towards his aching member, anticipation running like a wildfire through his veins, making his hairs, tail and ears stand up. you inhale deeply and sunwoo blushes, “i missed your scent,” you say.

“don't— don't say such embarrassing things!” he exclaims, cheeks growing ardently redder when you chuckle, “and don't look so happy giving me a blowjob, you look like a pervert.”

“i am, though.”

your tongue sticks out and pokes lightly at the small hole right in his tip, forcing a moan from sunwoo. his legs tremble and he grabs a fistful of your hair as if that could serve as grounding, his claws digging not-so softly at your scalp and mouth falling agape as he pants heavily. you laugh, you're always such a damn tease, he wishes he could find the strength to teach you a lesson for a change of pace, but it's all wishful thinking— he's the one helpless, the one who's powerless, and it's tortuous in the most sweet and sinful way.

your expert mouth works him so well, licking his cock firmly, sucking and slurping, while you stroke his tail at the same time. you moan around him a couple of times and sunwoo is losing his mind, his head growing cloudy with pleasure, he's not sure if he'll last long. “ah, nngh,” he whines, high and needy, his grab on your hair tightening until his knuckles turn white when you pull away from his cock to put one of his balls inside your mouth, your hand still stroking his lenght, “if you keep doing that, i'll—” he cuts himself off, a hand coming to cover his mouth when a high-pitched moan rips past his lips.

“you will what? cum?” you ask, “it's fine, isn't it? you got a good load on you, your balls are heavy.”

“i told you to not say embarrassing things,” he closes his eyes, refusing to look at you in fear that he'd pass out from mortification.

you take him back in your mouth. the textured feel of your soft tongue and the contrasting harsh fondling of your hand at his balls have sunwoo's legs trembling. he can feel it, the all familiar tension that builds in between his legs, that tightens his tummy, that makes his vision go white and his mind go completely blank— it becomes too much too soon, and, before he even knows it himself, he's releasing it with a long moan... a long moan that dies in his throat when you pull away from him as soon as he reaches his climax.

“wh—what?! no, no, no, no,” his voice cracks as he speaks in between pants. he looks down, desperately, to see his poor cock twitching and throbbing, all alone, a few droplets of his semen dripping on the wooden floor of the apartment, “fuck, fuck, shit,” he cries out, his hands leaving your hair to use them to hide his face as he begins to sob. how cruel of you to rob him of his pleasure like that, to help him build it up so deliciously only to pull away at the last second, “no, no, no! i was— i wanted to—!”

you stand up from the sofa, cooeing at him with a condescending, fake concern, “don't curse, sunwoo,” you scold, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull his hands off his face, ”i don't even know why you came when i didn't even give you the green light yet.”

“you said,” he sniffles, feeling hot tears trail down his red cheeks, “you said it was fine!”

“that doesn't mean you can go and do as you please,” you pet his head lovingly, his ears are still down, like his tail, “you know you always gotta use your words.”

sunwoo pulls away from you when you try to kiss him, and he writhes when your hands settle tenderly on his waist. “my poor baby,” you coo again, your thumbs rubbing circles on his skin, and sunwoo sobs dramatically, breath stuttering, “maybe if he was more honest, he could've gotten to cum properly.”

sunwoo can't do other but sob, heartbroken and completely, overly sensitive, “you're cruel,” he whines, mournful.

and, again, you chuckle, as if his dispair is your joy, and he hates just how much it turns him on, “you wanna cum that bad, huh?”

“isn't it— isn't it obvious?!” he wails, wiping his eyes with his fists. his cock is aching, still throbbing and setting each and every one of his raw nerves ablaze. he feels so pathetic crying like this, but even more pathetic is the fact that he knows you're getting off on this and he still twitches because of it, “i need it, it hurts!”

“okay, then,” you say, and he finds the strength to open his tightly closed eyes and look at you through teary eyelashes, “sit back on the couch.”

“wh—what?” he whimpers, voice on a thin, broken whisper, ears twitching with a last string of hope.

“c’mon, sit,” you repeat, “i'll make you cum.”

with your guidance, he sits on the sofa, shaking lightly. he spreads his thighs wide when you place each hand on his knees, kneeling down in front of him, and he can't help the shiver that runs up his spine and the purr that rattles through his chest when you place a kiss on his inner thigh, “be a good kitten for me, yeah?” he nods, whimpering when he feels your hand travelling up, “let me know when you're close.”

“you're gonna pull away again,” he says, pouting. he's not ready to trust you again after your cruel betrayal, “you're gonna pull away and leave me like this.”

“don't be so dramatic” you place a kiss on the pale skin of his inner thigh, feeling sunwoo arch his back from the backrest, “let me take care of you. i'll let you cum, i promise.”

“ahh,” not caring about the volume of his voice anymore, he moans loudly, high and breathless, at the first swipe of your tongue over his intensely sensitive cock.

“how does it feel, baby?” you mumble, lips attached to the side of his hard member, “be honest with me.”

“feels— feels really good,” he sighs, dreamily, his hips jerking upwards when he feels your teeth raking softly alongside a throbbing vein, “i love you.”

he shrieks, breath hitching and catching up on his throat when he feels one of your fingers poking at his neglected rim, “i love you too.”

his whole body jerks when he feels your fingers pushing inside, lubed up by his own juices and your saliva, and he tenses briefly at the intrusion, before he's melting completely in your touch, his brain almost frying when you find his g-spot and rub insistently against it, “nngh!” he keens, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, “oh! f—fuck,” he whines, as one finger becomes two and the slight stretch becomes a delicious sting, he swears he could go insane when you deliver a particularly harsh suction at his tip.

pre cum leaks out of his aching cock as sunwoo gasps and claws at the cushions below him, his eyes rolling back and mouth drooling as you continuously attack his sensitive spot, forcing his weak and vulnerable body into that burning state, that tension that builds up again that he's so desperately chasing after.

“you're close again?” you chuckle, breathlessly, still stroking his cock, “how pathetic.”

he whimpers, shakily, shaking his head as his ears fall back in indignation, “don't— don't call me that,” he sobs softly when you slow your strokes down, your fingers stilling inside of him.

“but it's true,” his thighs shake under you with every slow stroke of your hand, hips threatening to buck upwards as he feels himself losing his grip of reality, “you're about to cum five minutes into a blowjob, and yet, you wanted to be the one to top,” when you chuckle, he whimpers like a loser, watching as his cock twitches and a thick glob of pre cum pools at his red tip, “you're so cute, sunwoo.”

“shut up,” he hides his face under his arm to avoid looking at your taunting gaze.

his whole body trembles when you scissor your fingers inside his tight hole, your lips eagerly sucking his balls as your free hand continues to pump his stiff shaft. his heartbeat rings in his ears, and he feels each pump through his whole body like near death adrenaline rush, sobs and whines interlacing with his shallow breaths and hiccups. he can feel it again, it's right there, and he's tumbling on the edge, almost tasting it, already bracing himself for when he's pushed over it by your skilled fingers and tongue.

waves of pleasure course through his veins when you rub against his prostate, his hips jerking involuntarily and matching the movement of your fingers with an almost violent, unintended eagerness. sunwoo gasps and hiccups, tears pickling his eyelashes, “i'm— i'm— i'm gonna cum!”

he's practically riding your palm at this point, the rhythm of his shaking hips matching the one of your wrist as you rock your fingers inside him, his eyes are closed tight and both of his hands have a death grip on your other wrist, guiding the hand that pumps up and down his cock, shoving sunwoo into an intense, very well deserved orgasm.

or so he would've wished, as your both of your hands immediately pull away from him.

“no!” sunwoo wails, loudly. he cries and thrusts his hips into the open air in a last, futile attempt to find some needed friction, his hole clenching at nothing and his mistreated cock throbbing painfully, slick dribbling down and staining his shaky thighs, “no, no, no, no, noo” he weeps through his hiccups, his scarce tearing now turning into a full cry.

“don't cry,” you say, lifting yourself from the floor to sit by him and press a loving kiss to his temple, a kiss that he pulls away from, “you didnt think i'd let you cum so easily, did you?”

“you— you promised!” he sobs, falling back onto the sofa as he pushes you away when you try to hug him. his tail flails around in something akin to anger, frustration and downright sadness as he sniffles and hiccups into a pillow, ears flat as you reach to pet his head, “you promised you'll let me cum!”

“i didn't it say it was going to be now,” you say, shrugging. your hand ghosts over his abused cock once more, and sunwoo throbs, painful and heavy, “you've got a long night ahead, baby.”

🐇 🎀 — luna's notes: i didn't mean to post smut this early in the morning lmao but this was meant to be posted on saturday night but i had an absolute shitty weekend that left me with zero motivation to do anything, let alone write. this was a request and i didn't want to leave the person who made it waiting any longer, so if u reading this thank u <3 im sorry i took so long. i'm still working on my puppyboy!eric request, hopefully i can finish it up today and post it some time later.

also, as i said, this was a request. sunwoo was meant to be somewhat more puppy-like. but while i was writing it, the thought of tsundere!sunwoo crossed my mind and since then all my monke brain could think about was making tsundere!sunwoo cry. i have tunnel vision, okay? i get one idea and suddenly that's the only thing i can write.

[beomlixxie]

puppy love [eric sohn]

🐇🎀 mature content ahead !! minors don't interact

🎀🧸 — pairings: puppyboy!eric x gender neutral reader.

🎀🧸 — tw: nsfw. cursing. humping. cumming in pants (?). male masturbation. guided masturbation. handjob. light bondage. overstimulation. dry orgasm. ahegao. eric is desperate.

🎀🧸 — wc: 3139.

eric sohn is a handful, but that's nothing new to those close to him.

a beagle hybrid, he shares multiple traits of his personality with these canines— namely, his fun loving, thrill seeking tendencies, but also his energy and the tenderness with which he treats those dear to him.

you're no exception to this, of course, you're more often than not on the receiving end of his constant loving, a tongue that laps at your cheeks as a form of greeting and a tail that wags happily whenever he happens to lay his eyes on you.

but this innocent loving and this happy, merry personality isn't all that there is to him, isn't all that he shares with other dogboy hybrids and canines: eric also happens to be, coincidentally, incredibly lustful.

luckily, it doesn't come around that often; his heat, that is. he only gets it around two or three times each year, but when they do come, he can go days without leaving the house, secluded away in the privacy of your shared room, either with his fist pumping his cock, his hips bucking desperately into your pillow, or, on those days where you're feeling particularly charitable, or horny, slapping his pelvis against yours, empting his seed deep inside your hole. those moods of his seem to last for years, especially for him, and they're quite the struggle to go through.

you're on the kitchen when you feel him approach you. he looks over your shoulder to see you pouring boiling water into a mug, and waits patiently until you put the hot kettle away to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “baby,” he whines, lowly, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

“you want some tea?” you offer, and eric shakes his head.

“no, i...” he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin, hot breath sticking to your neck.

eric presses his whole body against yours with a heavy sigh, his tail falls limp as he slowly removes his arms from around you to grab your hips. his cock brushes through his basketball shorts against the hard material of your jeans, prompting a small whine from his lips. you continue to stir the sugar into your tea, “please,” he whimpers, his cock aching as it slams against your butt again.

the desperation in his voice makes you worry, he sounds so overwhelmed, almost overcome by this desperate need for friction, and you're never one to say no to your good boy, “what's wrong, baby?” you coo, pushing your mug all the way back to avoid any accident before one of your hands move to pet his head, “need my help?”

“yes, please,” eric's voice cracks when he whimpers as he gets the angle just right to feel enough pressure on his cock.

you manage to squirm away from his hug, eric letting go of you with reluctance, and he's quick, desperate to cling to you again once you've grabbed his face with your hands, bringing him close for a deep kiss.

“what do you need?” with your lips pressed against the skin of his neck, you feel eric shudder, “tell me and i'll give it to you.”

“i wanna, uh,” he's panting, sweat sticking his bicolored hair to his forehead, his whole body vibrates with revitalized excitement when he feels your hands creeping up his torso, below the thin hem of his sleeveless shirt, “would you let me...?”

there isn't much you can expect of eric's usual eloquence when he's in this mood— it clouds his head with an obssessive-like haze, makes him act like an actual horny dog, and there's no way to get him back to his senses until he's emptied that which he's achingly holding in, so you're reduced to nod, pulling slightly away from him to look at his face properly, “go ahead,” you tell him, knowing that he's still waiting for permission.

eric whines, again, desperately. his hips rut forward until they meet yours and he groans, his strong hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you steady as he begins to ram his hips with feral persistence. his thick cock gets enough friction for his eyes to roll back, watery and incredibly darkened by lust. you watch his face with concentration, your hand pushing his bangs out of his sweaty forehead; he's got his eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed and mouth agape and drooling.

“oh, fuck, yes,” eric grabs one of your legs and holds it against his chest, pushing you further against the counter and causing you to stumble lightly and grip his forearm.

“e—eric,” you stutter, your voice shaky as you now begin to feel it too, his cock that slams against your crotch.

if you're talking, eric can't hear. his head is spinning, heartbeat ringing in his ears and blood cursing through his veins in accelerated waves— it's almost too much: the delicious, somewhat painful, rub of his thick cock, covered only by the thin material of his basketball shorts, against the sturdy denim you're wearing; and the way you tremble lightly before him as he rubs his hard cock into you. “please, please,” his sharp fangs are made visible when he bites hard on the skin of his plump lower lip, unintentionally concealing the whimpers that spill past his trembling lips.

when he drops his head to your shoulder and you feel him trembling, you move your hands to the small of his back. “come on, eric,” you encourage, rubbing soothing circles into his skin, sticky and hot with sweat, and he whimpers, “let it go, baby.”

“ye—yea, i'm almost there, fuck,” he whines, angling his hips to rub up his hard, aching cock with more efficiency, gripping your hips tightly.

he's desperately grinding his hips, shaky moans and whimpers filling the air of the kitchen, being replaced with stuttered gasps and hiccups as eric's hips falter and tremble when he cums inside his pants, miserably, completely wrecked. he bucks his hips into yours, whimpering, trying to milk himself till the last drop, and you feel it, the thick fluids reaching the surface of his thin shorts and staining your own jeans as eric thrusts up every few seconds.

he remains completely still as he returns back to his senses, coming down from his overwhelming high, and you're happy to see your boy again when his tail flails around happily, ears perking up as he pulls away from you.

“did you really have to come hump me in the kitchen?” you say, sighing as you turn around to reach for your neglected cup of tea, “my tea got cold.”

eric chuckles, reaching to you pull you close to him again. he presses his lips to yours with a loud, exaggerated smack, “when duty calls, soldiers respond,” he says.

“alright, soldier,” you smack his arm lightly, snorting, “go take a shower, stinky.”

and he complies, happily and now completely satisfied, his tail wagging as he rushes out of the kitchen to head to the bathroom.

and you'd think eric would have gotten enough release to go by the rest of his day normally— really, silly you— but you're awakened in the middle of the night by a gentle, muffled groan that comes from the bathroom. half asleep, you turn to the source of the sound and notice the door open, lights on and a particularly familiar shadow with a pair of doggie ears and a fluffy tail coming from inside. you hear eric groan again and, curiously, get up from your comfy, warm bed to check on him.

there he is, your puppy, one hand against the bathroom wall to prop himself up, slouched uncomfortably towards the empty bathtub. his eyes squeezed in concentration, sweat trailing down his temple, rolling down the sides of his face. his hand gripping his hard cock that's flushed red at the tip, thick veins that throb with each harsh stroke against his rough palm, skin sticky and translucent with what, you assume, are the smudged remains of a previous orgasm.

intrigued, and certainly interested, you come inside the bathroom and close the door behind you, the sound startling a very focused eric back to reality, “having fun?” you tease, resting your weight against the door, a teasing smile laced with your words.

when eric whips his head towards you, you notice just how big the problem is. he looks like a complete mess, hairs tossled and pupils blown wide, his neck and face a matching heavy crimson color to the one of his throbbing cock, his expression one of frustration, interlaced with desperation. “n—no,“ he whimpers, fist still pumping his cock, “can't— can't cum without you.“

the thick substance sticking to the ceramic surface of the bathtub tells you otherwise, you think, but you decide to spare eric the questioning as you happen to understand exactly what he means: he can cum all he wants, but nothing will feel as rewarding and satisfactory as when it's you helping him get there. you know because it's not the first time, he's been in that predicament before, and you're always more than eager to help him out of it. "well, we've gotta do something about that, don't you think?” you ask, your bare chest pressing against his equally bare back as you guide him to face the bathtub again.

eric nods, eagerly, desperate, face flushed and panting, as he slowly removes his hands from his aching cock and drops his arms to his side, giving you space to work him however you want.

you have other plans, though. “no, no,” you purr lowly against the skin of his shoulder blade, making eric whine, “keep going.“

“b—but!” he tries to turn towards you, his ears and body twitching in desperation at the thought that you might not help him at all this time, “i can't! can't do it without you!“

“that's just because you're not doing it like me,” you grab each of his hands, guiding them back to his pulsing groin. eric hesitates slightly, but grabs it again without much of a fight. you feel him squirm against you as soon as his fingers touch his burning member, “gotta start slow first, remember? build it up a bit.“

he squirms for a second time as he follows your instructions, feeling like a puppy being trained— which, to some extent, he is— and growing conspicuously excited about it, his tail begins to wag to the best of its ability as it's caged by your body pressed against his, his ears rising, lively.

his throat makes a low whimpering cry when his grip on his cock gets tighter. immediately at the sensation, he's desperate, pumping his shaft with the same eagerness with which you caught him, prompting you to grab his wrist tightly, stopping his movements, “slow down,” you warn, the stern tone in your voice makes him whimper.

his hand is shaky, trembling as he strokes himself with a forceful, painfully slow pace. each stroke is clumsy and uncoordinated, as if eric is working hard against his own lustful mind to remember the way in which you do it. he's whimpering again when your hand places on top of his, “that's it, just like that,” you praise, “good boy.”

again, his tail wiggles lightly. it doesn't take him more than a few languid strokes to begin to shake, his legs parting open and back slouching as he curls in towards the bathtub. he squirms and jolts, his whole body tensing when he feels you grab the base of his tail with your free hand.

“god, i'm gonna— already, i'm— i think i'm—” he cries, whining helplessly as he continues to pump himself with a vice grip, achingly, tortuously slow, “can i? i, ahh, i can't hold it anymore.”

“then go ahead,” you murmur, the sound of your voice vibrates through every single one of eric's sensitive nerves, “it's bad to hold it in.”

eric's breath hitches when his own hand picks up the pace of his strokes, shamelessly whining and moaning sensually, as he pushes himself over the edge, “please, nnhg, baby,” his legs shake, threatening to give in as he works himself through his orgasm, spilling his hot semen in the bathtub, adding to the previous ones growing dry in the cold ceramic.

as always, it takes him a few seconds to come down from his high, a few seconds that he spends basking in the afterglow, trying to calm his breathing and go back to his senses. “tha—thanks,” he stutters, voice strained.

“mhm,” you shake your head, hands on his hips and chest still pressed to his back, “it was my pleasure.”

before eric has a chance to compose himself, he feels your hands hovering over his semi-hard cock. he jolts immediately, an involuntary whimper falling from his lips, “ba—baby?”

“let's make sure it's reeal empty, yeah?” you murmur, placing a wet kiss to the back of his neck, “we don't want you losing sleep again.”

“but i'm— i just—” his own loud whimper cuts eric off, his eyes rolling backwards when your soft hand slowly begins to pump his thick cock awake, “‘s too much, baby, please!”

“good doggies do as told.”

he's still shaking, hissing, whimpering, jolting helplessly against you as your strokes grow in speed. the overstimulation comes in painful, pulsating waves, and he's unable to keep still, squirming away from and into your touch with stuttered, clumsy movement of his tired limbs, “no, god, it— it hurts,” he hiccups, closing his eyes tightly as you, again, guide him to kingdom come.

he rocks his hips desperately into your fist, moans and cries falling from his lips, frantically, his body heaving in oxygen through stuttered breaths. his cock is sore, overly sensitive, but it drips with precum, his third orgasm of the night rapidly approaching and eric is happy to please you, proud to know that he still has so much to give to his precious human.

“ahh, ah,” he whimpers, high pitched and guttural, as he chases after his high with frantic desperation.

“c‘mon, eric,” you encourage him, “cum for me.”

your pace quickens significantly, rupturing a high pitched whine from the boy before you, the loud sound echoing off the walls as tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation.

he sobs, helplessly, as he comes in your hand, some of his seed spilling on the bathroom's tiles, your arm hugging his waist tightly as he almost loses his balance due to exhaustion. he frantically rocks his hips against your fist to milk himself out until he feels all of his muscles contracting, his cock falling limp against his heavy, now empty, balls, before he slumps his tense shoulders with a long, strained sigh.

“there, there,” you pat his head, and eric responds with a wobbly, weak flail of his tail, his ears barely twitching, “you're such a good boy, eric.”

but eric can get quite demanding sometimes. his libido is high and, while he knows hybrids’ stamina and sexual urge is overwhelmingly high compared to those of humans, he cries and whines and demands that he has you there to please him, that nothing feels the same if you're not there for him, and, while you appreciate the sentiment, he needs to learn what boundaries are and when it's right or wrong to jump on you to satisfy himself. you ought to teach him a lesson.

so now you have him with his hands pinned over his head, wrist tied together by the pretty, pink leather collar that you bought for him, his name engraved in a shiny, gold plaque that tinkles every time he squirms and jerks under you. “you said you wanted to cum, didn't you?” your hand grips his cock as you talk, and you watch eric as he twitches and thrashes below you, sprawled out on your bed, the towel below him completely soaked with his sticky semen, and yet he's still hard, throbbing and aching, “why do you keep complaining like that?”

“i can't— i can't take it anymore,” he sobs, his beautiful eyes glossy and red cheeks stained with invisible trails of tears. he struggles against his bindings, “i came se—seven times, baby, please,”

“aw, you counted? that's cute,” you coo, your thumb pressing against his the leaking tip of his cock, smothering his precum along the shaft. he jerks forward when you press harder on his slit, “you should've known better before interrupting me when i was working,” you lean in to kiss his lips, tasting the stray, thin droplets of blood on the bruised, bitten skin, “now you're gonna have to take what i give you,” you say, shrugging in dismissal, “‘cause that's what you asked for, isn't it?”

the furious movements of your fist that grips his hard cock produce slick, wet sounds that have eric whimpering and shifting around, his hips thrusting harshly in beat with your strokes. his head is thrown back when he lets out a high pitched whine, and you take the opportunity to attach your lips to the column of his throat. “i'm— oh, i'm cumming again!” he's so overwhelmed that he sobs, tears rolling down his cheeks again and he looks so helpless, so wrecked, so deliciously vulnerable.

“cum, baby, be a good boy and give me another.”

pure ecstasy stains his innocent face, a feeling of euphoria has his body twisting and turning. he looks like an actual puppy when his mouth falls open, tongue lolling out as he pants and rolls his eyes back, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. the pain is raw, it stings like a burn on his sensitive cock and spent balls, and he can't help nor hold the choked out sobs and hiccups that rip past him violently, much so like the orgasm that washes over him— the orgasm that's ardent, exquisitely intense like any other he's ever had.

“fuck, fuck, yes,” he cries, all whiny and desperate, “thank you! thank you!”

his cock twitches and jump in your hand, and you're expecting to be coated in the thick ropes of translucent white that eric's been so generously giving you for the past hour, but his cock twitches, and his cock jumps, and his cock throbs, and only a couple of fat droplets of semen spurt out of his tip. your sweet puppy eric has given you all of him, all that he had, and you're so, so proud of him.

“that's a good boy,” his droopy ears rise with a twitch, always happy, always thankful to receive praise from you, even in his dreamy, tired state, “good boys should get rewarded, don't you think?”

eric sohn is a handful, but that's nothing new to you. you just gotta train the needy out of him.

🐇🎀 — luna's notes: i'm crying i can't believe i finally finished this aksksha it feels like it took me years. i loved writing puppyboy eric, i'm gonna miss him</3

also, fun fact! did u know that male dogs cannot go into heat? it's a process that only female dogs go through when they're ready to be breeded<3 therefore this fic is biologically inaccurate but since eric is an actual dogboy in here i guess that ain't the only biologically inaccurate thing in here lmao. also i hate the word dogboy with an ardent passion idk it just sounds crass

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[211002] eric ✷ thrill ride @ tma 2021