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stealanity · 1 month

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[ sohn eric ] ꕤ birthday present(s)

word count : 1,033 genre : best friend to lovers, very cheesy

« happy birthday. » he said playfully, a rainbow of good cheer in the timbre of his voice. you watched him tenderly, your eyes sparkling in the sunlight streaming through the large windows of your now completely deserted school corridor. eric reached into his pocket and flicked his tongue lightly, trapping it between lips glistening with lip balm. after a good five seconds of concentration, a medallion appeared in front of your face : squinting at the pendant hanging from the end of the chain, it suddenly seemed strangely familiar. opening your eyes wide as you realized what it was all about, you turned your gaze to your best friend's neck, noting that it was now bare of all jewels.

opening your mouth to speak, you were cut off by the devastating smile hanging over his mouth. you have to admit that your mind is currently occupied with a single thought : see by yourself if his lip balm actually tastes of passion fruit. but you looked away again, your eyes gazing into the beauty of his for a few seconds, and you had to fight with all your might not to melt like ice in the sun. « may i..? » he asked you, so sweetly that your heart flustered, his eyes juggling between yours and your neck. stretching your lips into a shy smile, you nodded slightly, holding your hair up so as not to interfere with his actions.

eric leaned gently towards you, his hands grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. his face was so close, you could feel his warm breath caressed the hollow of your neck as he tried to hook the jewel around it, in a precise and delicate manner so as not to risk pinching you with the clasp. under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have had any trouble hanging the collar ( he could do it around his neck with his eyes closed and mind half asleep ) but he couldn't help it with you : you were distracting him. your breath crashing against his ear, the smell of your shampoo tickling his nose, your bare shoulder so close to his lips. he was so fond of you, he couldn't help but find every little detail baffling. after a few seconds, when he finally succeeded, he moved away from you again, admiring his work with victorious eyes.

you looked so beautiful in the late afternoon sun. eric couldn't help but admire you : your always sincere gaze and the twinkle in your eyes drove him crazy. but the one thing he didn't allow himself to think about was your lips. those who always looked so, so kissable. in all honesty, he longed to kiss you, to call you his, to hold your hand proudly, in a way that's different from that of simple best friends. eric had been thinking about you day and night for years now, the young man no longer doubted his more than friendly feelings towards you — but confessing them to you was a lot harder than he thought.

diverting your eyes from his, you brought your fingers to the jewel, fiddling with it as if it were the most precious jewel on earth — was what it really meant to you. stretching your lips into a radiant smile, you gazed at it for a long moment before speaking, « thank you eric, i'll cherish it to the end of the world. »

eric couldn't stop his heart from missing a beat, his puppy dog eyes can't look away from your flawless face. he didn't know what was happening to him, but he knew he had no control over what he did next : in the madness of the moment, with a surge of adrenalin coursing through his muscles, a step forward and the taste of his lip balm spread to yours. on the spot, surprise took over your body, your eyes becoming as round as marbles, and your arms flailing along your chest, not knowing how to react. but the warmth of his lips, similar to that of a summer sun, helped your body relax — and in less time than it takes to say it, your hands found themselves clutching his cheeks, holding his face close to yours.

it was warm, soft, a little clumsy : just as you'd imagined. the sensations were just like in the books : the tingling in the fingertips, the fluttering in the stomach, and the heart racing like never before. who would have thought that a single person could cause so much trouble with a simple kiss? you were so lucky that he was a good kisser — and this simple thought made you smile against his lips, causing the principal concerned to unhook himself from you slowly, his eyes planting themselves in yours directly afterwards. under a rambling gaze, you could see a slight pinkish tinge embrace the apple of his cheek, betraying the shyness that took hold of his features.

« you should lend me your lip balm. » you suggested, a crystalline laugh escaping from eric's mouth just afterwards. the pretty boy nodded, his hands taking hold of your hips to move you slightly, pinning you between the wall behind you and his own warm body. « i could put it on you myself. » he replied, a little too sure of himself for you, his words underscored by a wry smile that brought a pleasant warmth to your belly. raising an eyebrow, you tilt your face slightly to the side, your pupils juggling from his eyes to his lips in the blink of an eye, « ah yea? » you had time to say, your words suddenly cut off by a pair of lips mingling with yours once again. so, so warm, you thought, your arms reaching around his neck a few seconds later to prevent him from escaping.

you don't remember how long you kissed before being chased away by a teacher, but you knew for sure, in your mad rush, under the radiant sun of this beautiful day, his hand clinging firmly to yours, and his bright laughter lulling your mind, eric's love was the best birthday present ever.

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hcuyk · 1 month

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okay since you're back, may i please request something around 4am with changmin (or sunwoo?) and make it angst or comfort or whatever just because why not thank you my love i'm so happy you're here you don't imagine how much

[4:01AM]

Not often did you wake up in the middle of the night, yet something felt different. Maybe it was because there was a sudden lump that had developed within your pillow or the temperature in the room had changed, but your dream had slowly faded into darkness. As you adjusted to your senses and reality itself, your eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of Changmin in the dark.

Your eyes traced the silhouette illuminated by the moon, noticing his eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling. Unsure of both the time and if Changmin had noticed you, you scooted over to where he was and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging it close to your chest.

“Why are you up?” you mumbled while tucking your nose behind his shoulder, wanting to remain as close as possible.

Changmin turned his head to face you, slightly startled that you had woken up, but his parted lips of shock curled up into a warm smile—it was almost impossible to not be in love whenever he saw you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting in his spot, adjusting so he could bring you into his arms.

“Why are you awake, hm?” He pulled you in close and against his chest, allowing you to snuggle up against him within his embrace.

“I asked you first,” you retaliated. You gave him an exaggerated pout before having it interrupted with a yawn. He shook his head and laughed at you softly, his arms squeezing you. He then had one of his hands gently pat you on the head, providing a weak attempt to get you back to sleep.

“Just woke up randomly, and I couldn’t go back asleep,” he whispered.

“You better not be bullshitting.” He giggled at your grumble, causing you to shuffle your feet under the comforters and kick his legs when you found them. Changmin then burst out in laughter at your terrible attempt and refuted the action by locking his legs around yours, trapping you completely in his hold.

Instead of fighting back, your tired state melted against him, but you still glared at him as a threat.

“I’m not bullshitting, I promise.” Your skepticism made him coo and kiss your nose, watching as your bunched-up facial features began to relax.

“We sleep together?” Noticing your slight worry, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss against your lips to reassure you.

“We sleep together.”

It had taken less than a few minutes for you to knock out, but Changmin was still completely awake. He would play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear, before his thoughts drifted off once more. He kissed your cheek with a whispered ‘I love you’ before untangling himself from you to glance at the ceiling once more.

His eyes then trailed over to the nightstand by their bed, and without much thought, he silently pulled out the drawer to take out a small velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal the ring he had bought you and raised it to where the moon was shining, wanting to look at it one last time before officially getting down on one knee for you.

His heart thudded against his chest and fluttered the moment he thought about you wearing it on your ring finger. He smiled and put it away so he could go back to holding you, finally relaxed enough to fall back asleep.

You were his forever, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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author's note // first timestamp for changmin! (the other one was unhinged and we pretend it doesn't exist 😭). matty my biggest supporter ilysmsmsmsmsmsmsm thank you for sending this in i hope you enjoy ALSO this may or may not be canon kidult changmin 🫣

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sungbeam · 9 months

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𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝

nonidol!eric sohn x f!reader

1.7k words, YO! SUGGESTIVE, college au, kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, the bra comes off but nothing explicit (uh minors... DNI), his shirt comes off, barely proofread bc i wrote this on impulse and tis late for me

a/n: i let my impulsive and intrusive thoughts win.

Hands—his hands were everywhere. Anywhere he could fit his palms, his fingers against and into—every curve and crevice would not be leaving untouched. He burned his prints into your skin, signed his name with his lips, tongue, voice.

"This okay?" He murmured against the column of your throat. He could probably feel the way your pulse raced at his touch as you arched yourself into him.

Your breath hitched, his lips pressing feather-light kisses, his fingertips dancing along the bottom hem of your shirt. "More—more than okay," you exhaled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He gave a groan of approval from the hollow of your throat, then swiftly moved back up to capture your lips for himself and steal your breath away.

(before.)

"Yn." At the feeling of a nudge to your side, you turned to your friend Jisung whose face was fitted with the widest, shit-eating grin. "You know that guy's been checking you out all night, right?"

He inclined his head toward your 4 o'clock, and you curiously followed his gaze to see what he was talking about.

You caught sight of him across the room—red ball cap, white dress shirt with nearly half the buttons undone, exposing the smooth skin beneath and the chain hanging from his collar. He nodded at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he smiled.

Your heart went and did a row of cartwheels.

You and Jisung had come with a group of friends to this one party tonight. There were no expectations, really, only that you had all Rock-Paper-Scissored and Felix was forced to DD. Jisung and you had lost the others pretty fast, but you hadn't minded the bit of one on one time you got with him. (You liked to claim you didn't have favorites, but Han Jisung was a little difficult to not love.)

"You know him?" Jisung asked you after draining whatever was left in his plastic cup. He gave a grimace at the burn down the back of his throat.

"Uhm yeah, actually." You smiled, lifting a brow. "Eric Sohn. Plays shortstop for the uni baseball team." Yeah, you knew him, alright. You never missed a baseball game, even since high school, and that tradition had yet to stop in college. Sometimes, you would even go with your other friend Seungmin, if he had time. It was something that reminded you a lot of life in your hometown, where all your closest friends would hit the neighborhood field to play a round or two. Of course, constantly being in the stands meant that someone was bound to notice your presence.

Maybe he'd finally figured out you weren't there for anyone in particular.

A crease formed between Jisung's brows. "What the fuck's a shortstop?—You know what? I don't need to know," he said with a shake of his head. He turned his body toward you, extending his hand, "Dude's coming this way, so I won't step on your toes."

You passed Jisung an incredulous look, but clasped his hand with yours. "Just say you don't wanna cockblock me, Ji."

He laughed. "Hey, you said it this time, not me! Use protection, my friend," he teased, patting you on the shoulder before taking his leave and melding with the crowd.

You rolled his eyes, but your heart still thundered in your chest. Jisung said Eric was on his way over to you, and you were a little nervous to turn around and look—

"I've kind of been wondering about something."

Here he is. You whirled around and came face to face with the man in question. From up close, his jawline was even sharper than it looked from all the way up in the bleachers, his hands veiny all the way down his forearms. And his shirt seemed to be hanging on just enough to leave something for the imagination, but you were sure your imagination would be pretty on the nose anyway. His smile was even prettier this close and there was something boyish about its edge that threw you for a loop. He braced an arm against the wall next to you, and you saw the glint of his silver watch and the rings adorning his fingers.

"And what would you be wondering?" You prompted with a small tilt of your head.

"What's a girl as pretty as you doing alone all the time?" He asked. "I've been racking my brain for an explanation, and none of my teammates say they know you."

"Maybe I'm just looking for a good time," you replied airily, leaning toward him slightly. Then it came to you, the replays of him on the field, the way he so effortlessly caught your attention like he turned double plays. "And someone who knows what he's doing, I suppose."

His smile widened a sliver, following your lead. "And what can I do to prove to you that I do?"

You could smell the expensive, but subtle cologne lingering on his skin and clothes over the smell of the party around you. Your eyes darted down to his lips and you saw him do the same to you. "Come a little closer and find out."

(now.)

He was addicted to the taste of you—couldn't stop and didn't plan to stop until he traced every inch of you with his mouth. Eric had lost his cap at some point between meeting you and getting you alone in this room. It was dark, it was hot—you were hot. Your skin was on fire, there was sweat dripping down the back of your neck. Your hands were in his hair, but he wanted them on his body, in his pants, and still in his hair.

You gave a tug as he pressed his tongue into your mouth, a pretty whine coaxed from you. God, you were so pretty. So pretty and perfect and—he couldn't believe you were single.

His nose slotted against yours, his knee sliding between your thighs and keeping your knees from buckling. He kept you up by his own strength and the wall behind you.

You broke for air and he dove for your neck. "Eric," you managed to say between breaths, the top of his head tickling the bottom of your chin.

He hummed, hands squeezing your sides. "I'm gonna stick my hands under your shirt," he rasped when he pulled back to look you in the eyes, a silent question of permission.

"Be my guest."

"You're cute," he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

You smiled. "I can say the same about you." You reached for his face with both of your hands, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as his hands inched up under your shirt. "Now let me eat you up, Eric Sohn."

You could taste his laugh on your tongue. "Mmh—fuck, I like the—the sound of that."

And you were all too soon consumed and suffocating on him again, choking on the feel of muscle beneath your hands that moved to grip his shoulders; ascending, as he pressed himself against you, until no air existed between your bodies. Your mind was blank, all that laid upon your tongue was his and his name.

Eric, Eric, Eric…

"Can I take your shirt off?" You asked between kisses, catching his bottom lip between your teeth for a spell.

His forehead rested against yours, noses slotted beside each other. He braced an arm against the wall by your head while the other wrapped around your waist. "Oh my god, please."

Lazily, he kissed you again, and he somehow made your toes curl even more.

He would turn his eyes downward to watch your fingers slide each button out of its slit, the curtains of his white shirt slowly falling open. And he would find your lips again, one kiss rewarded for each buttoned freed.

Eric shrugged the garment off and it fluttered to the floor. With your eyes adjusted to the dark and the minimal light streaming in from beneath the door, you could trace the hard lines of his arms and stomach. Line by line.

"You're beautiful," you blurted out suddenly. Inwardly, you winced; dear god, you hoped you didn't just kill the mood.

Instead, though, he giggled. No one had ever called him beautiful before, at least, not to his face. Eric cupped the back of his neck with boyish glee, then moved to hold your cheek. "I'm gonna kiss you for that."

That was so fine by you.

He made good on his word and dove for your mouth, expertly catching the back of your head with his hand for cushion against the wall. And if you hadn't had the wall for support, you were certain the force of his kiss would have you bending over backwards.

Your fingers dug into his arms for good measure. Heat pooled in your belly, a fire that kept you fueled and was fanned by Eric-motherfucking-Sohn.

He groaned into your mouth, an awfully delicious sound. "Bra clasp? Wanna feel you, baby."

As everything seemed to be, permission was granted immediately.

His fingers flew up your shirt again and cupped you through your bra. You felt him wrap around your body, nimbly flicking at the clasp—

There was a hurried and loud knock on the door, and you both jolted in surprise.

"Occupied!" Eric barked, hands stilling over the place where your strapless bra had been two seconds ago.

"Eric? It's Kevin! It's an emergency." Someone's voice—Kevin's—echoed through the locked door. He didn't even bother to jiggle the handle.

You saw a muscle feather in his jaw, and he carded a hand through his damp, dark hair. Conflict flickered in his eyes, from you, to the door. "One minute, hyung."

You heard footsteps retreat from outside.

Eric leaned down and scooped up your bra and his shirt from the floor, handing you your garment with a sigh. "Sorry for cutting this short," he murmured, cupping the back of your head affectionately.

Your smile was easy, and you swiftly reset your clothes and hair. "Don't worry about it. It sounds important."

"If it's Kevin, then it probably is," he agreed. He'd finished buttoning up his shirt halfway.

When you reached for the doorknob, Eric spun you back around towards him and swooped in for a kiss that made your head spin around. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a last taste for now. "I'm not done with you yet, though, Yn."

You bit back your grin. "I was betting on that, Sohn."

read the sequel here!

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#kflixnet #bjnet #deoboyznet #the boyz x reader #eric sohn x reader #sohn youngjae x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz drabble #the boyz oneshot #the boyz fanfic #eric sohn oneshot #eric sohn imagines #eric sohn timestamp #eric sohn drabble #minors dni !!!

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woncon · 9 months

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12:01 am

❥ eric x gn!reader

➳ warnings: best friends to lovers vibes

➳ thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣

➳ the boyz masterlist | main masterlist

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"we're just friends." you place your palm on eric's shoulder, smiling politely. the boy tenses up after hearing your light, apologetic words, and in order to hide this and thereby his own opinion, he pulls you closer to him by the waist in agreement.

"oh, but you would make a great couple."

your smile falters. eric sighs softly.

sometimes you walk hand in hand and both of you try to ignore the fact. when you hug each other, your insatiable, willful hearts ache.

you think about the boy before falling asleep. eric dreams of you.

friends.

you hate this.

both of you want more than that.

#tbz #tbz timestamps #tbz x reader #tbz x y/n #gender neutral y/n #fluff #tbz eric #eric x reader #eric sohn #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you

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neoraso · 10 months

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[22:46] falling asleep in your best friend!eric’s bed during a movie. he doesn’t seem to mind as he closes the laptop and moves his arm over your waist.

#tbz #the boyz #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #tbz eric #eric imagine #eric sohn #eric scenarios #tbz timestamps #tbz eric imagines #eric

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kitschun · 3 months

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Need 4 Speed Navigation

Summary: The infamous Hak's Garage, owned by well-respected technical expert Ju Haknyeon and financed by the retired underground drag racer Lee Sangyeon. Hak's Garage is an inconspicuous daytime automotive garage that offers your average vehicle tuning and modification. It's during the nighttime when the place starts to let loose and becomes the go-to spot for anyone and everyone who has an inkling of fascination for cars.

Tags: Underground street racer!AU for The Boyz Last Updated: February 14, 2024

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Get to know the individuals behind the garage! The Skeleton Crew Circuit Breakers

Lee Sangyeon - [상연] Teaser - The Ultracheese (Coming Soon)

Jacob Bae - [제이콥] Teaser - Coming Soon

Kim Younghoon - [영훈] Teaser - Coming Soon

Lee Hyunjae - [현재] Teaser - Pacifier (Coming Soon)

Lee Juyeon - [주연] Teaser - Coming Soon

Kevin Moon - [케빈] Teaser - Coming Soon

Choi Chanhee - [뉴] Teaser - Coming Soon

Ji Changmin - [큐] Teaser - Coming Soon

Ju Haknyeon - [학년] Teaser - Driving, My Love! (Coming Soon)

Kim Sunwoo - [선우] Teaser - Coming Soon

Eric Sohn - [에릭] Teaser - Coming Soon

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A compilation of timestamps not necessarily meant to be precursors to the main storyline

Hak’s Garage — 12:45 AM Sunday

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lost-leopard-beanie · 9 months

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⌗ the boyz !!

oneshots:

care to share

choi chanhee. fluff.

caffeine or no caffeine

kim sunwoo. fluff.

he stayed

eric sohn. comfort / angst.

series:

roommates (smau)

kim sunwoo. fluff / humor / angst.

timestamps:

nothing here yet . . . .

reactions:

nothing here yet . . . .

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hyvksun · 12 days

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THE BOYZ . 11 brightest flames

୧ ⋅ ❤..⃗. ┊12.06.2017 ﹕main directory

˖ ₊ ˚ 。total works = 1

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . LEE SANGYEON ໒ 이민형

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . JACOB BAE ໒ 배제이콥

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . KIM YOUNGHOON ໒ 김영훈

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . LEE HYUNJAE ໒ 이재현

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . LEE JUYEON ໒ 이주연

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . KEVIN MOON ໒ 케빈몬

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . CHOI CHANHEE ໒ 죄잔희

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . JI CHANGMIN ໒ 지장민

❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . JU HAKNYEON ໒ 줗학년

❲ 1 ❳ . . . . . . KIM SUNWOO ໒ 김선우

. . .

⠀⠀⠀TIMESTAMPS : { 2:42 }

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❲ 0 ❳ . . . . . . ERIC SOHN ໒ 에릭손

#𖤍 . . . realms #the boyz

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seongyeonsart · 2 years

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| 11:23 | — eric x f!reader ೫ smut

➵ fingering, size kink, breeding, praise kink, dirty talk, sir kink, begging

➵ wc : 780 ( .. i feel like this is too long for a timestamp lol)

➵ also i finished this like at 1am and i’m fucking tired so .. if my writing was bad forgive me ㅠㅠ

“babe, I’m going now.” you kissed him goodbye as you turned around to get your purse but you were pulled back by your boyfriend, turning his chair to you so that you were now in between his legs.

“do you really need to go?” eric asked, looking up at you while his hands rested on your waist. “it’s not like I’m going to be out for a long time.” you played with his hair, putting it away from his face.

you gasped when you felt eric’s hands travelling inside your skirt to squeeze your ass. “eric..” you were trying to stop him, slapping his hands, but it was no use. “mhm?” he stood up, face was now a few inches away from yours.

“I-i need to go..” you looked away, trying not to give in, but eric won’t give up that easily. he pulled you closer by the waist, one hand still under your skirt. “do u really want to go?” eric inched closer to your face, your lips almost touching. he was teasing you.

“fuck it” you groaned, pressing your lips to his as you wrapped your hands around his nape, feeling eric through the kiss. “i fucking hate you..” you mumbled between the kiss, making him chuckle deeply.

“oh yeah?” you gasped when his fingers brushed against your clothed sex. “just fuck me already” you whined but he just raised one eyebrow at you as if he was waiting for more.

“please sir,” you begged, “please fuck me.” this was just what eric needed to give you what you wanted. he carried you to the bed, carefully putting you down.

eric lifted your skirt up, seeing your white laced panties. he wrapped his fingers around the waistband before pulling them down, lifting your hips to help him take it off.

“feels good sir” you moaned in his lips as he scissored his fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit. you pulled away from the kiss, looking at his lustful eyes yet also full of love and adoration.

“does my good girl like that?” eric said with a low, husky voice that made you clench around his fingers, nodding as a response. “y-yes sir.. a-ah” you moaned when he added a third finger. “‘m gonna cum.. p-please let me cum sir.”

“then cum baby, let it all out. my good girl deserves it.” his fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot as your legs shook, reaching your peak and releasing all over his fingers. eric pressed a kiss to your lips, “you’re doing good, baby.”

without wasting any time, you feel him already inserting his cock inside your swollen cunt. “s-shit! sir.. you’re so b-big!” eric was rubbing circles on your hips, trying to soothe you. “shh, you’re doing so great baby.”

he started placing kisses all over your chest once he bottomed out, grabbing one of your breats and lickinf your nipple. “please move..” you pleaded, hands grabbing a handful of his hair as he continued playing with your breasts.

eric moved his hips slowly and steady until you got used to it, asking him to speed up. “fuck baby, your tiny cunt feels so good.” he plced a finger on your clit, rubbing circles repeatedly as your mouth gaped open, eyes rolling back.

“u-ugh, your c-cock’s.. going to break me sir” you cried out, “l-love your big cock..” eric groaned at the words coming out from your pretty mouth, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier.

“you’re making sir feel good baby, i’m gonna cum.” eric said between breathy moans, gripping your waist tightly. “p-please cum in me, sir.” you replied almost in a whisper before hearing eric let out one last “fuck” as you felt his hot cum coat your walls.

you were feeling your orgasm getting near too, begging eric not to stop as you gripped the sheets tighter. “please let me cum- a-ah y-yes, please don’t stop!” your body shook as he rubbed your clit faster, showering you with praise as you cummed.

he carefully pulled out, making you whine as you too was sensitive. eric felt the urge to push his cum back into you when some of it dripped down your cunt, but stopped himself and kissed you on the forehead, dropping down beside you.

“thank you, sir.” he pulled you closer to him, not caring about your sweaty bodies touching.

“you were so great tonight. such a good girl for sir. my little good girl.”

#tbz eric #eric x reader #the boyz smut #tbz eric smut #eric sohn #tbz timestamps #the boyz #eric sohn timestamps #son youngjae #tbz smut #tbz x reader #tbz fluff #seongyeonsarttbz

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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[timestamp 11.30pm] eric sohn

stressed out from work? <3

genre: fluff and smut

wc: 306 words

a/n: smut pieces will not include a taglist unless stated otherwise. that being said, if you'd like to be on the tbz smut taglist please tell me <3

your eyes are flying across the screen, as do your fingers on the keyboard. subconsciously, your finger comes up to your teeth, letting your neurons do the work for you before figuring out what you should type next.

but eric's hands come around your wrist in a bid to pull them back down to your stomach, and he nuzzles his nose into your neck, mumbling, "don't do that."

you provide a miserable hum as a form of response, simply resting your hands back onto the surface of your laptop. eric's wrap around your waist tightens now, and his lips gently pressing into the back of your neck.

"you're very tense right now."

with a heavy sigh, you turn your head just enough to get his attention, and you kiss his cheek to reassure him. but then he shifts, leaning his chin over your shoulder as his left hand crawls under your shirt.

you think nothing of it first - he likes doing that for the warmth - but his hot palm comes to cup your chest and chills run down your spine upon the sudden contact.

"i'm working, babe," you mumble under your breath, neck tilting when he uses his nose to push your jaw upwards.

"so work," he breathes into your skin. "i won't bother you if you don't find this distracting."

but as if on cue, his right hand wriggles under the rim of your shorts, desperately digging under the material of your underwear and finding your nub almost instantaneously.

the sharp inhale cringes your entire body, and he tightens his grip on your chest as if to tell you to calm.

"just tell me when you can't take it any more, i can do this all night."

and with that, he slips a finger into you, teeth gently grazing over the skin on your neck.

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stealanity · 2 years

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[ sohn eric ] ꕤ all over

word count : 0.6k> genre : really just angst, exes to nothing warnings : mention of panic attacks, low self esteem, reader thinks they bother everyone, slight mention of blood, hint of suicidal thoughts, reader just try to fight their demons (feel free to tell me if i missed something)

your nights have been darker for some time, everything around you seemed to darken after two in the morning, especially your thoughts. curled up in a corner of your room, the cold floor under your feet, torrents of tears flowed silently down your cheeks. since you lost the one person who made your isolation more bearable, things were only getting worse. anxiety attacks were your daily life, the voices in your head kept multiplying and your heart doesn't seem to want to beat the same way it used to.

grabbing your phone with your shaking hands, you scrolled through your contacts to find his name on the list. inside, you were fighting with all your might not to let your finger call him, but your conscience was screaming at you to do it, just so you could remember again and again the sweetness of his voice. and before you could realize what you were doing, the phone was glued to your ear, listening intently to the ringtone ringing in your skull. that was probably the worst idea you've had in the past few days, because you hadn't even thought for a second about what you could say to him if he deigned to pick up his phone.

but before you have time to hang up, saving you a moment of certain guilt and shame, the ringing was replaced by the sleepy tone of his voice. « hello..? » just that simple word made you burst into tears, trying to hide your tears behind your hand. but you were convinced that he had already heard. « y/n? » — eric said suddenly, more clearly but uncertainly. despite your lack of response, you could hear him sigh heavily on the other side of the phone, eric must probably hate you even more now that you've disturbed his night's sleep. biting your lip as hard as possible to let no evidence of your crying show, you suddenly felt a metallic taste spread across your tongue.

« alright, listen, hm... » he whispered slightly annoyed, and you could imagine him sitting on his bed, massaging his temples so as not to yell at you. you didn't prefer to imagine how much you must have bothered him, « stop calling me, it's getting boring and scary, » — you didn't really know if you had just felt your heart shattered into a thousand pieces because of his words, or if your soul had just cowardly left your body, ending your incessant crying. « find yourself something to pass the time, make friends or anything, but leave me alone for god's sake. »

a shiver of disgust ran through your spine, hating every part of you for contacting him again, when you knew full well it was a bad idea. this time, the tears had stopped rolling down your cheeks, but you had the awful feeling that something was compressing your chest so hard you couldn't breathe, as if this invisible force just wanted you to die. despite the horrible burning in your throat and your inability to move or speak properly, you stared at a point in your room, your vision completely blurred, ending up pronouncing the only words that agreed to come out of your bloody mouth : « eric, without you, i'm nothing. »

despite the impact of your words on eric's heart, he didn't bother to respond to your sudden confession. he just hung up, swinging his phone carelessly on his nightstand. and you suddenly realized that the mysterious force that was taking your breath away, was none other than your twisted mind that no longer wanted to live. because for eric, it was all over.

and for you too, but in a much deeper way.

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hcuyk · 1 month

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[ 18+ ] . . . . . . . . will the inferno rekindle?

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OUR INFERNO elaborates the complexities within a relationship—the spark, the blaze, the pain. your love with hyunjae is a never ending fire; it's something so strong, so beautiful and powerful, that it suffocates you both into believing that your relationship would last, only for it to go down in flames.

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sungbeam · 1 year

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[𝟖:𝟑𝟐𝐀𝐌] — nonidol!eric sohn x gn!reader

0.7k words, comfort, college au

in which you're sitting on an airplane, sad asf, but the cute guy next to you let's you know that you're not alone

a/n: low-key come back with my first tbz fic :') if i tagged u and u don't wanna be tagged for future tbz fics, feel free to lmk ; and yes, i'm literally sitting at my airport boarding gate writing this

"First time?"

A voice from beside you drew you from your mind space, and away from the airplane window. The sky outside had barely lightened and remained a moldy-gray sort of color that it often was in the early hours of the morning.

You turned to see who had spoken, and was met with a guy who looked around your age sitting in the aisle seat of your row. He wore a dark colored bomber jacket and a backwards white cap, his bleached blond hair tucked under said cap. There was a small smile seated on his face, yet a kind of sympathetic crinkle in the wrinkle by his eyes.

You realized that he had been talking to you. "First time on an airplane?" You asked him, uncertain about what exactly he meant by first time.

He chuckled, his smile widening, and the thought crossed your mind of how pretty people looked when they smiled—namely, him. "No, silly. First time flying back so early for school."

Ah. Your mood dampened just a little and suddenly, it was like gazing back out the window, wondering what you might have been doing had you not needed to go back to college so early. Out of all your friends here, your school gave you the shortest winter break, with the new quarter beginning just a couple days after the new year began. It meant that you were leaving on New Year's Day. You hadn't gotten to stay up and party last night, and you wouldn't be able to spend any of this week with family. You were to go back to your little dorm, alone, and start the grueling cycle of the new quarter.

You nodded, pursing your lips. "Yeah. What about you?"

"I'm a second year," he told you in response. "Promise I'm not a creep, but which school do you go to?"

You named your university for him and you watched recognition flash across his face.

"Oh hey, same! I'm Eric by the way."

A small, yet genuine smile graced your features. "I'm Yn. Nice to meet you, Eric."

"Hey," he said conspiratorially, leaning over the empty middle seat between you two, "I know it's really depressing to go back so early while everyone else gets at least a week longer, but—everything will be okay. Trust me; I went through it last year, and it's always rough at first, but I believe in you, Yn."

Somehow, his words hit you with the weight of a freight train. You wondered how he had taken one look at you, sulking in your window seat, and understood exactly what had been running in your head. He must have seen the way your eyes shone with familiar emotions—all the fear and sadness for the future—but the appreciation and hope, too. You wondered if he saw himself in your eyes.

You swallowed and choked back tears. God, you felt so pathetic sometimes. "Thanks," you rasped, clearing your throat when your voice came out hoarse. "That's… that's really sweet of you."

"It's no problem." He shrugged, returning to his own aisle seat space. "Just know you're not alone, okay? I mean, I'm assuming you're out of state right?"

You nodded.

"Then it's… kinda lonely, huh? I get that." Eric suddenly shuffled around his pockets until he fished out his phone. He held it out to you over the empty middle seat with an encouraging smile. "Here, put in your number. We can keep in touch when we get back to school."

You grabbed his phone and swiftly inputted your information into the new contact section. When you handed him his phone back, he sent you a text back so you could save his contact number and name.

Both you and Eric stopped to listen as the flight attendant announced that the plane's doors were closing now.

He lightly nudged you with the back of his knuckles, and you had a feeling you would never tire of seeing that boyish smile on his face. "You know what that means? We get the middle seat open!"

You chuckled at his child-like excitement (and maybe even envied it). "Lucky us, huh?"

"For sure. Now I have an excuse to bother you," he said. "As long as that's okay with you."

You'd never thought he'd ask, to be honest. "I wouldn't have it any other way," you mused, and relished in the way his eyes twinkled back at you.

You had boarded the plane with nothing but melancholy, anxiety, and bitterness—but as the plane began its take-off procedures and Eric Sohn talked to you about his friends back home whom he was leaving behind, you could put those negative feelings away and start the New Year right.

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fqirysung · 3 years

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[7:27 pm] boyfriend!eric is sat besides you as the two of you are wrapped in a huge fluffy blanket while sat on your bed. your eyes are fixated on the tv screen as you watch the main characters of the drama you two are watching argue.

you reach your hand out for the popcorn and plop one into your mouth. you don’t notice how eric pouts a little, looking bored out of his mind.

feeling a bit uncomfortable in your current position, you take a pillow from behind eric’s head and place it behind you. eric’s head turns to you as you do this, although your eyes are still locked onto the screen.

with a sigh, eric tilts his body as he switches his position. this time, his head in your lap.

as you chuckle, you finally tear your eyes away from the screen, your attention on the boy on your lap.

“what are you doing?” you ask, amusement in your tone.

eric turns back to the tv as he answers in a murmur, “you took my pillow so now i’m using you as mine.”

a/n: i’m gonna start writing abt idols other than nct now!! starting off with eric <33

boyfriend!eric x gn!reader. fluff. warnings: n/a. word count: 0.184k. rating: g.

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neo-deobi · 3 years

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[4:55PM] Eric

I sipped the sweet yet bitter beverage as the hues of light shone onto the table colouring it in a slight orange that seemed to compliment the lights present in the café. The air filled with a strong scent of coffee and baked goods. I patiently waited for Eric to finish the game he continued to play on his phone.

Eric had me promise that we would work on the project together because friends help each other out. This was why we planned to meet at the café in the first place. However, things weren’t going as planned. I drank my coffee in silence while Eric told me a story about what a wonderful time he had with his bro at the baseball game. After he finished the story he went silent as he lost himself in his little world.

My eyes caught a glance of the lonely notes at the end of the table. I set back my drink, remembering the deadline for the project. According to the professor, 3 days were enough to complete it. In his words, he could complete it within a day and a half. Not that I care but for someone who teaches the same thing every year, I expected him to be able to do it within one; but of course we aren’t ready for that conversation.

Unintentionally a deep sigh escaped my lips. “Okay. Okay. Just give me a min and I’ll be done. Okay? Like I don’t even need the entire minute. That’s how fast I’ll finish it.” He replied. His voice as bright as ever, eyes never once leaving the screen.

I leaned back into the chair after grabbing one of the notes. I proceeded to read the notes as the warm atmosphere helped me calm the nervousness I had due to the sudden burden of assignments piling up.

A few minutes passed by as I read through the notes. Out of curiosity, I look up to find Eric still staring at his phone as his fingers repeatedly continued smacking the device.

“So, how many days?” I asked causing Eric to look at me in surprise.

“Huh?!”

“How many more days?”

He stared at me for a while trying to understand before he scoffed in disbelief. “Wah- Little old me can’t even live a little?!”

I smirked at his reaction. “By all means enjoy your time but this project won’t finish and submit itself.” He makes a painful expression towards you.

“Dude please, my brain has worked too much to just start studying.” His words exaggerating as he spoke. You pursed your lips, nodding your head up and down. Placing the notes back on the pile of notes that laid untouched on the table.

“I could delay it in return for a treat I guess.”, I said as I looked out the window thinking about something to distract myself for the time being. Eric went back to playing his game, aggressively nodding his head.

“Yea, you do you, my liege. You do your thing and I do mine. Then we work on the project, maybe tomorrow” I side-eyed him, annoyed by his carelessness. As I stared, I noticed the rather generous sized cake slice sitting on a plate waiting to be devoured. It was nicely placed in the centre of the table.

Before I could think, I reached for one of the forks on the plate. As if on instinct, Eric noticed the gesture. Right as I dug the fork into the slice, a gentle yet firm grip seemed to keep me from digging in further. I looked up, eyes catching Eric's.

“I thought I could treat myself.”

“Of course you can but your own slice.”

“Don’t you think that is a bit unfair? Besides, you were supposed to pay today and I want cake.”

Eric thought for a while before he spoke, “This is the one I got for myself. So me being the great person I am, I’ll offer a deal. I’ll buy you the entire cake for when we leave but this slice is mine alone.”

He flashed a pretty smile, lifting my hand in the process. He placed it onto the table and patted it before retrieving his own to hold his phone that he had forgotten during the little conversation.

“You’re aware this was the last slice of the Oreo cake?” I asked.

“Oh, I know. Sucks to suck I guess.”

His eyes retrieved to the screen and mine returned to the scrumptious treat sitting in front of me. I shoved the fork in cutting off the tip before Eric could process what had happened. His eyes widened, looking up as he heard the sound of the utensil scratch against the plate.

By the time he reacted, I had already moved the dessert into my mouth. The sight leaves Eric speechless and his hands dropping the phone as they reach for his head. He shrieks in disbelief while I stare at him in shock.

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[8:43pm] “eric, stop!” you shriek, one of your hands tightly holding the door frame of your house for dear life as the cold night bites at your skin, causing you to shiver.

“babe listen. do this for me just for a few minutes.” he says, wearing a stupid grin that you adore so much. and you know he purposely give you that smile of his because he knows you can’t say no to that. the snow that falls for the first time that night dusting his hair and the stars that rest in the sky behind him makes him look more enchanting than he already is. “please?” his tone is more hopeful this time and you find your grip that’s stopping you from taking a step outside loosen as you fall into his warm embrace.

“you’re crazy.” you tell him but you’re smiling anyway, causing eric to smile instantly as the same exact thought comes to his mind. why on earth would he drag you outside to dance in the middle of winter?

the matching christmas pyjamas and thick jacket that the both of you wear obviously not enough to fight the harsh winter but somehow being in each other’s arms is enough to make you feel warm inside. your right hand now on one of his shoulders while he gently holds your other hand. “back,” he instructs while you move your feet according to his words, “and front.” eric’s smile stretches even wider when you stumble, finding amusement in your struggle and completely in love with the way you agreed to do this with him despite you not knowing how to do a simple dance; slow even.

his arms that wrapped around you pull you close to him that you could almost feel his heartbeat matches yours; quick but steady. and eventually becomes the silent rhythms that the both of you dance to.

when you finally look into his eyes, eric is already staring at you with hearts in his eyes. but after a mere second, the both of you finally burst out laughing, realizing the second time how stupid it is to be outside right now, “eric, we need to go inside! i’m freezing.” you playfully smack his chest, the laughter that escapes your lips is soft and sweet to his ears, causing him to laugh along with you.

“gosh, always against me being romantic.” he teases, eric’s warm hands that’s holding yours now leaving just to cup your cheeks as he gives your forehead a kiss and lets his lips linger on it for a little while before pulling away. “hot chocolate and warm cuddles after this?” he asks, his thumb rubbing circle in the softest way possible on your skin, causing you to nod wordlessly; in pure awe of his existence as if you didn’t call him crazy a few moments ago.

it is crazy; how madly in love you are with eric sohn. and it’s even crazier when he spells it out for you as if he can hear your thoughts at that moment, “i love you. i feel like i didn’t say that enough.” he smiles.

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note: another rushed timestamp im sorry :( but this was inspired by a video i watched where this guy literally went out of his car just to draw hearts on the thick snow for his gf & idk i just feel like eric would do such silly things LMAO. but anws, take care & dress warmly! <3

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