#Eric Au

[4wkjun]

12th floor, 1207. | syj

pairing: sohn youngjae × afab!reader

genre: smut with a tiny bit plot, just to have context? minors dni!!

warings: sex inside of an elevator, nipple sucking, fingering (f!receiving), pet names, protected sex!

random note: please tell me what you think! tell me where i can improve :(

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

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

“what the fuck?” you sighed.

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

“what...?”

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

“and you’re not?!”

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

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

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

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

“i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“girlfriend?”

“nope. it’s just me and my cats.”

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

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

“how come no one got you yet?”

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

“is that how you flirt?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wait, what about the security cameras?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s not fair.”

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

“you’re only taking my clothes off.”

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

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

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

“you like what you see?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded, your hands holding onto his torso.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes” you whined, sinking down again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the elevator’s ding indicated the 7th floor.

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

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

you waited around twenty seconds before hitting the elevator button again.

[wolvesland]

─── 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ֪

→ Eric Sohn x Leitora

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AVISOS: friends to lovers, smut, creampie, palavrões, sexo sem proteção.

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© tradução (pt/br) by @wolvesland

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

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

— Não era isso que eu ia dizer.

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

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

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

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

— Esta pergunta é para Sn.

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

— Eu também não sairia com você...

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

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

— O quê? É uma pergunta genuína!

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

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

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

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

Kevin sibila e ele acaricia a área afetada.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kevin zomba, recostando-se em sua cadeira.

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

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

— Por que isso, Sn?

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

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

— Eu sou o próximo! – Eric diz animado.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ele retribui o olhar, com a mandíbula saliente.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Besteira, você me acha gostoso, não é?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hum... Quero ter você agora.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Se eles descobrirem, não saberemos o fim disso.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Shiu, estou tentando dormir.

[biaswreckingfics]

🥳Congrats on 3k, you deserve it! You're such a great writer! If the requests are still open:

TBZ Eric x Secret dating + 'Our friends locked us in a closet together because they're convinced we like each other'

Like they havent been able to tell their friends they're dating yet but are bad at hiding their feelings for each other from everyone (i hope that makes sense)

❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭 thank you!!! I hope you like this!! Also, thank you for giving me the chance to write for our maknae 😊😊

Eric + Secret Dating + Our friends locked us in a closet together because they're convinced we like each other

"That's it. I can't take this anymore."

The words reach your ears, but they don't penetrate your brain. You're too busy sending heart eyes to Eric, and blushing when he takes the chance to secretly blow you kisses. It's not until you see Juyeon and Haknyeon grabbing Eric that you realize Changmin and Chanhee are reaching for you.

They snatch you up. Each of them holding an arm as they drag you toward the broom closet. You don't even fight back as they toss you into the small room, because you're too stunned. As you turn around to face them, the other two shove Eric into you and shut the door behind him.

The two of you get your bearings together and then immediately reach for the door. You jiggle the handle as Eric pounds against it, but they've somehow managed to lock you in.

"What the hell, guys?"

"You two are staying in there until you confess your feelings for each other!" Kevin responds to Eric. You have no idea when he joined the fray, but you already know that all of them are in on it. "We're tired of watching you make googly eyes at each other!"

It's at this moment you regret not telling your friends that you are already together. Neither of you has found the right time to share the new developments with them, and now, apparently, they think locking you in a closet is the way to go.

"But we're already-"

"We don't want to hear it!" Chanhee cuts you off. "We all know you're in love or whatever, so do something about it."

"But we-"

This time, you're cut off by Eric's hand covering your mouth. You look at him in confusion, and his other hand comes up to his lips. He makes a shushing sound, but it's the devious expression on his face that catches your attention.

"Want to make out?"

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

“He goes to a different school I swear!”

[kobebibebi]

snow day/tsot/fantasy au redesigns for my au ✨

im not finished with profiles yet soo ill just put this here 🏃🏃🏃

[currrsy]

I hate them

[idevourglass]

I've been enjoying clip studio too much. I also gave Craig a better redesign

[up-side-in-side-out]

Did I just hear you say South Park college AU 🧐

With a side of K2?!?!🧐🧐🧐

This is them pre-dating btw

[fresh-toaster]

Kyman Week Day 2: Sci-fi

Detroit Become Human AU because that has been my other obsession recently 🥰

[spro-o]

more Furry MD, featuring Cuddy, Wilson and Foreman :3c

[theraedar]

The Schoenheit Family 🍎👑

This is the vilorel siblings au I’ve been wanting to do for like a year now and I had so much fun drawing it!! I hope you can show them some love💜

[0harpies]

Doghunt pt. 6 (The Bus Ride)

~switching to stans POV 🐶~

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(writing credit: @sophszzz )

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gooooo cows

[kobebibebi]

Fighters of Zaron AU

an au based on all of the boys' fantasy larping if it were a continuous story, but rn it's currently set after the events of snow day :]]

altho disclaimer: it's not entirely accurate to canon and ive altered some stuff to make it logical and connected

(tumblr isn't loading for me so im scared these won't be uploaded properly but eh school comes back on monday and i rlly need to finish these)

sorry if the writing is wonky i don't write at all 😭 i will post more arts of this au as time goes by, also it's more of a self-indulgent au since these bastards have genuinely plagued my mind that i need to put and express them out by drawing so i can actually focus on school 💔

here's a ver of the lineup without the pics (I've made cartman too short 😭😭 it's ok his massive wizard hat makes up for it💔)

also my mind is completely going insane spewing everything rn so I'll just add that i completely based their vibes on their snow day boss themes pls tell me im not the only one who listens to those

[esper-eclipse]

okay heres my cringe college au since noone asked

[aquaticmercy]

Blood Bound

Part 2 of Dark Necessities

Summary : You are blood bonded to Bucky. The problem? You don't know what a blood bond is.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x half-vampire!reader (she/her in mind)

Warnings/tags : Blood. Cursing. Sexual tension. Pleasure from a vampire bite (?). Brief mention of sex (not graphic). Violence.

Word count : 3.1k

Note : Reader is a daywalker like Blade. John Walker and Eric Brooks feature in this because I kinda tolerate John because I think he has potential to be a well-written character, and I loved the Blade comics as a kid. Enjoy!

Whatever manifested between you and Bucky after the feeding only grew stronger in the days that followed. 

It wasn’t just the bite, nor was it just the intoxicating power of his super-soldier blood; it was something more— it has to be. It was something that you could not identify yet— it was as if it unlocked something dormant.

You didn’t understand it. The only bond you knew of was the familiar bond— and that required Bucky drinking your blood, not the other way around.

You knew you should’ve read up more on the history of vampirism. Granted, your lack of knowledge at this point wasn’t entirely your fault— you hadn’t lived very long, at least not by vampire standards. You haven’t even lived through a human lifetime yet.

You had barely scratched the surface of the supernatural experience. Eric Brooks had told you to read thousands of ancient inscriptions, and you were even a quarter way there yet. 

Besides, maybe you were just overthinking it. Maybe this was just what it felt to feed on an enhanced being.

Of course, you had fed on people before Eric— Blade— found you. He had seen you as a feral teenage daywalker, reckless but full of potential. It had been different then. Human blood was good but not great, it just gave you sustenance. You’d always imagine you had to get used to blood the same way high school kids learned to like beer.

When Eric took you in, he gave you shelter. He gave you a home and proper training. He gave you bags of serum monthly— ones he developed as a blood replacement. He gave you scrolls to study, books to read.

He told you to never ever consume human blood, even if it means you would never be satisfied.

Well, you broke that rule.

It had been weeks now since you first fed on Bucky’s blood, and now you could feel him like a second pulse.

It started with small things. So small that it went unnoticed at first. You’d reach for a glass of water, only to have him pass it to you before you even realized you were thirsty. He’d appear beside you on missions, his arms raised to protect you the second you sensed an incoming attack. And his injuries—those bruises and cuts you’d tend to— left ghostly aches on your skin.

After the feeding, both your powers became something else entirely. 

Your already sharp reflexes were sharper, your speed more supernatural that it should be. Bucky noticed it too—he moved with more than super soldier agility, leaping over gates as if they weren’t there, dodging bullets with uncanny ease. 

It wasn’t just that. Your emotions flowed into each other in unexpected surges. 

When Bucky felt anger, a hot, restless fury built within you, too. When your mind was clouded by doubt or fear, he’d tense up beside you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, you both stumbled back to your shared apartment. His shirt was ripped, exposing the bruises mottling his chest. He tried to ignore it, but he knew you felt it, too. 

“I need you,” he murmured, voice steady, almost begging. 

“Bucky, we can’t keep doing this,” You swallowed. “What if you get hurt?”

“I won’t,” he growled, fingers brushing over your cheek, voice thick with longing. “Don’t you feel it? I’m stronger, faster— I’m healing quicker than I ever have before. Whatever this is, it’s changing both of us.”

The words hung in the air. You’d felt it too, that surge of power, that electric hum that vibrated through your bones.

“What is this?” you whispered, not expecting an answer. “What is it doing to us?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, his voice a dark, thrilling promise as he leaned in, the heat of his breath grazing your skin.

You hesitated, a pang of guilt tugging at your heartstrings. “Maybe we should ask Eric. He’s dealt with this daywalker thing longer—he might understand—”

There was a glint of frustration in his gaze. “And have him tell you to stop feeding off me? To go back to starving, until you waste away?” His hand cupped your face, pulling you closer. “His serum isn’t working anymore. Cow blood isn’t working. You need this. And I’m not about to let you go through hell to satisfy someone else’s rules.”

You felt your guard slipping, his words and the heat in his eyes breaking down your last defences. He was offering himself to fill the void inside you. And you couldn’t deny him any longer.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, fierce and demanding, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you onto his lap.

Slowly, you let your fangs graze his skin, a soft, tantalizing scrape that drew a low groan from his throat. His hands tightened around you. With a gentle press, you sank your fangs in.

The first taste of his blood hit you like a shockwave, the way it did the first time. He flooded your senses in a dizzying head rush. He tasted so intoxicating that it left you gasping.

You felt his pulse in your mouth, steady and strong.

“Fuck…” he groaned, his voice rough, almost pleading. “Don’t stop.”

His words were a spark to the fire inside you. His blood was like a drug. You couldn’t talk where you ended and he began.

His hands roamed over your back, fingers tracing every curve, pressing you closer as if he couldn’t bear any distance between you. The way he held you, the way he breathed your name—it was like he was offering every part of himself to you

When you finally pulled back, Bucky’s eyes were heavy-lidded. He reached up, brushing his thumb over your lips, smearing the faint trace of his own blood as he gazed at you, his hazy eyes a mixture of wonder and desire.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice a low growl.

Without thinking, you pressed your lips to the mark you’d left, your tongue flicking over the wound as he shivered. You could feel his pulse slowing, his heartbeat returning to a steady rhythm as the euphoria settled over him. He looked almost dazed, a lazy, satisfied smile on his lips as he gazed up at you.

“You really think Eric would understand?” he murmured, his voice soft but tinged with a dark humour.

You laughed softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “He wouldn’t,” you savoured the warmth beneath your hands. “And I don’t care. This… this is ours.”

He let out a low, satisfied hum, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles that sent a shiver up your spine. 

The feeding continued, more frequently, and you both realised the connection you felt went beyond survival in battle.

The first time you felt each other’s pleasure in bed, it hit you both like a wave, powerful and dizzying, sweeping through you so intensely that you weren’t sure where your body ended and his began. His pleasure sparked in your core, racing along your nerves like electricity, feeding back into him, and then doubling again within you. The feeling grew in an endless loop.

Every gasp, every moan became a shared experience, each sensation reverberating between you in dizzying echoes. His touch, as he moved within you, left you quivering; his breath against your neck seemed to burn, intensifying every rush of desire until you could barely breathe.

It was all-consuming.

And then, once, you’d fed from him in the midst of it, your lips against his neck as his pulse thundered beneath your mouth. The second your teeth broke skin, a flood of his essence surged through you, a rush so potent, so intoxicating, you nearly lost yourself in it. 

It was more than pleasure; it was pure, unfathomable ecstasy, a high that pulled both of you into an untethered oblivion.

Afterward, both of you lay tangled together, limbs intertwined. It was as though pieces of yourselves had fused. It was the most intense connection you’d ever felt, something neither of you could put into words. Even if you could, it would never do it justice. 

In the silences you shared, you knew that no other pleasure could ever compare to what you shared.

—

The mist hung thick around the old Hydra outpost, cloaking it in a damp chill that seeped into your skin, even with your heightened senses. The place reeked of decay and rot. A vampire nest thrived in the old base— newly turned vampires hiding from the world, growing stronger, more feral with each night that passed.

They killed people. They turned people.

You, Bucky, Eric Brooks, and John Walker were there to wipe them out before they could spread their sickness further.

Eric took point, his silhouette sharp in the mist as he motioned for you and Bucky to fan out around him.

“Close ranks.” His voice was barely a whisper. “No one goes in solo."

You nodded, knowing better than to push against his authority. 

John, off to the side, gave Bucky a wry look. "Better keep up, Barnes.”

You could smell the faintest whiff of fear from John—though he’d never admit it. 

You moved forward, sinking deeper into the ruins, stopped by cracked concrete walls that loomed like tombstones.

Your eyes met Bucky’s. 

As you scaled the wall together, Bucky’s fingers brushing the concrete just behind yours.

John huffed below, struggling to keep up. His irritation crackled in the air as he muttered, “I thought we were both supersoldiers.”

“You’re getting slow, Walker,” Bucky said, his voice a low rasp, though he didn’t look down.

Once at the top, you peered down into the yard below. The stench hit you—stale human blood, mould, the faint copper tang of vampire blood. You all dropped down with a quiet thud, though John was louder than you’d like him to be. 

“Left flank,” Eric instructed, motioning toward the entrance, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, gripping the hilt of your knife, feeling its hunger.

Bucky moved beside you, ready, his presence as familiar as your own heartbeat. John and Eric fanned out to the right, slipping into the murky depths of the compound with grim determination.

The first vampire appeared just as you and Bucky reached the door, its eyes blazing red in the dim light. It had time to hiss, but not to scream. You launched yourself at it, your knife slicing through. 

A second figure lunged at Bucky, but before it could touch him, you were there, your blade found the vampire’s heart.

Bucky grinned, a wild, reckless glimmer in his eyes. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You shrugged wordlessly, almost casually.

Inside the base, the halls were narrow and cold, every corner shrouded in shadows. Bloodstains smeared the walls, and the smell of decay lingered thickly in the air. You moved quickly, every step calculated, every breath measured. The vampires were emerging in hoards now, drawn by the scent of fresh blood and the thrill of a fight. They came at you in waves—fangs bared, claws extended, feral eyes blazing.

One raked its nails across your shoulder, tearing into muscle. You winced, and Bucky’s eyes snapped to you, feeling the sharp pain sear through him, too. He yanked it off, his fist connecting with its jaw with a brutal crack. You pivoted, driving your knife through its chest, twisting until you felt the resistance give way.

John staggered past, panting as he took down a vampire, his face slick with sweat. He cast a sidelong glance at you and Bucky, frustration etched deep into his scowl. “How are you both running circles around us?”

“Stay focused, Walker,” Eric barked, but you could tell he’d heard John. He’d noticed how your movements mirrored Bucky’s, how you flinched when he did, even how you were breathing in time with each other. Eric’s gaze lingered too long, as if he was convincing himself something he didn’t want to believe.

“You’ve been off the blood serum for a while,” Blade murmured suddenly, his voice low and directed at you. “What have you been feeding on, kid?”

“Animal blood” you said quietly, keeping your gaze neutral, slashing down another vampire with ease.

Eric’s knuckle tightened, and you knew he didn’t believe you. He’d taught you everything you knew, raised you like a sister. And here you were, deceiving him with half-truths.

Before he could respond, another wave of vampires rushed you from the darkness, cutting the conversation short. 

Blade fought beside you, taking in every detail of the fight, every flinch, every glance you shared with Bucky.

“If you’re feeding on something else, you need to tell me.” He stepped closer, beheading a bloodsucker without even looking at it. “Now.”

You wanted to tell him, to explain the connection you shared with Bucky, and asked if he knew what the hell was going on, but the words caught in your throat. 

The fear of his disapproval held you back. He had warned you so many times against crossing that line, of giving into the hunger that all vampires struggled to control. And yet… Bucky had been different. 

You shoved Eric back, drawing his attention to the fight. “Save it for later,” you said, your voice clipped. “We’ve got company.”

You turned, facing down the horde with Bucky at your side, the two of you tearing through the vampires with an intensity that bordered on frenzy. Each kill was swift— brutal. Your knife left trails of gore in your wake, while Bucky’s fists shattered skulls with merciless precision.

At one point, you felt the burn of a blade slicing across your forearm, a deep, ragged cut that sent a surge of pain up your arm. But before you could react, Bucky flinched beside you, clutching his own arm as if he’d been wounded too. 

His gaze shifted back and forth between you and him. He moved in close, his voice barely a whisper as he muttered, “This isn’t normal.”

You didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. You didn’t know what was happening.

The final vampire fell, its scream echoing down the blood-stained halls. The four of you stood in the aftermath, panting, bruised, and blood-soaked. The air was thick with the scent of the undead.

Eric’s gaze shifted to Bucky. “This shouldn’t be possible,” he muttered, almost to himself. “A blood bonded daywalker…”

Your heart hammered in your chest. You didn’t know what a blood bond was, never even heard of it. But the way Eric said it made your heart skip a beat.

Eric’s gaze softened for a brief moment, a shadow of pity flickering across his face. “If this is what I think it is…”

Eric didn’t press any further, but as you moved toward the exit, his words lingered in your mind, haunting and unshakeable. Whatever had happened between you and Bucky, you didn’t know.

And maybe, deep down, you didn’t want to.

—

As the four of you trudged out of the Hydra base, John caught up next to Bucky with a skeptical glance. His breath hung in clouds around them in the night air, but he ignored the cold, eyes narrowed on Bucky’s calm, steady pace.

"Alright, Barnes," he muttered, keeping his voice low so you and Eric wouldn’t hear. "You gonna tell me what the hell’s going on? Did you get a new serum or something?"

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Don’t play dumb,” John snapped, frustration creeping into his tone. “I’m not blind. You’re faster. Stronger. You and..." He glanced in your direction before lowering his voice even more. "You both are."

Bucky shrugged, “Guess I’ve been working out,” he replied coolly, brushing John off with the kind of indifference that only seemed to make him angrier.

“That’s not funny.” John’s frustration was barely concealed.

For a moment, Bucky’s eyes flicked toward you, watching as you spoke quietly with Eric up ahead. 

“I told you, Walker,” he brushed off, “maybe you’re just getting slow.

—

The safe house was dark and quiet, a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. 

You barely had time to breathe before Bucky’s hand wrapped around your arm. He guided you into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Bucky’s lifted you to sit on the edge of the sink, his eyes taking in the blood on your shoulder, concern flickering across his face. 

The cut wasn’t closing as quickly as he’d like it to, your shoulder throbbing faintly— so did his. 

“Let me see it,” he said, voice low but intense, as he reached for the hem of your shirt. You started to protest, but he was insistently stubborn.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured, but even you could hear the strain in your voice. 

Without another word, he took off your tactical gear, the cool air brushing over the cut on your back. His eyes darted over the wound. 

Then, without hesitation, he pulled off his own shirt. “You know it’ll help you heal faster,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours before he tilted his head, offering his neck to you.

Your lips met his, almost desperate. You were satisfying a hunger as he pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair, your nails grazing his skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

Then, slowly, you angled his neck.

You could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, as you pressed soft, lingering kisses on his skin. 

Finally, you bit down.

A euphoric thrill coursed through you as his blood flowed into your mouth, filling you with a euphoric sensation that spread through every nerve, igniting something primal within both of you.

Bucky’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. His breaths came faster as he tilted his head back, a low, almost pleading sound escaping him. Each swallow of his blood was a pleasure so vast it felt spiritual. His fingers tangled in your hair, nails digging into your skin.

The moment was so intense that neither of you heard the door creak open.

“What the fuck…” John’s voice was harsh and full of shock.

You jerked back, catching John’s wide eyes. He took in the scene— your mouth still stained with Bucky’s blood, his arm around your waist. His confusion morphed into anger. “Are you… drinking his blood?”

Eric was right behind him, his rage thunderous. For a moment, he looked between you and Bucky, piecing it together with a calm that was worse than John’s horror. 

“This is what you call animal blood,” Eric said in a quiet accusation.

You glanced at Bucky, whose face had gone rigid. He didn’t pull away from you, his hand still resting protectively on your waist.

“I… I can explain,” you started, but even you weren’t sure what to say.

Eric’s gaze shifted from you to Bucky, a flicker of recognition in his eyes that turned grim. He muttered under his breath, “do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

-to be continued(?)

shall I make a part 3 or turn it into a series?