Eric and you breaking up, but getting back together after a year
And you’re seeing each other when dele has a party and he invites you - you still kept in contact - and you knew Eric would be there - dele had given you a pre-warning - so you’re not surprised when you’re pouring yourself a drink and your form is engulfed in a large shadow. ‘Dele told me you’d be here, how’ve you been?’ is thrown into the surrounding air and you’re answering back with a ‘I’ve been fine, hear you’ve been doing well. England squad, aye?’ And he’s smiling softly at you, telling you about Russia and all he’s done since you broke up and you’ve both forgotten about the party; relishing each other’s company. And dele catches sight of you mid conversation, stood in a corner filled with laughter and conversation and blushing cheeks and subtle touches and he’s smiling to himself, sick of his two friends complaining about their shit dates to him.
Eric taking you to meet his family for the first time
and it’s at a family barbecue - whole extended family and everything so you wouldn’t feel intimidated and everyone’s just milling around and you’re stood close to Eric at the barbecue, his mum right next to you, champagne in hand, laughing away at something you’ve said about Eric loving his dogs more than you. And she’s telling you he’s always been like that, proceeding to an embarrassing story that has his head in your neck, whining at his mum. And his dad’s walking over to further embarrass him: ‘he’s spoke so much about you we felt like we knew you already’ and Eric’s trying to stop them from talking and the three of you are laughing and everyone is head over heels for you.
‘Eric, darling, the sausages are burning’
maybe some cock warming with eric? I really miss this big man
and he’s making the excuse that he’s cold as he hitches your leg over his hips and sinking into you with an exhale of breath. And you’re both just sitting there, connected and in love, enjoying the intimacy as he plays with your hair and mumbles into your neck about his day. And even though it’s not sexual you’re still clenching around him occasionally - ‘don’t be a tease’ gruffly returned.
what would be sex with Eric after a long separation
It’s going to start needy, him desperately trying to show you how much he’s missed you through his kiss, through his hands gripping your hips and pulling through your hair. But then as it progresses it slows down. It’s more soft and it’s more full of love and he’s taking his time to get reacquainted with your body, leaving beard burn up your thighs as your hands tug on his hair. And it’s an entire night spent bringing each other pleasure, taking turns, whispers about how much you’ve missed each other mixing with the breathy moans in the air.
smut!! (for anyone🤪)
I decided to leave it nameless so it can be with anyone. also not 100% happy with this one but it needed done x
So you’re in a club, he took you, you didn’t particularly want to go but he begged and so you put on your finest outfit, looking absolutely stunning because if he’s making you go you’re going to make him wish he’d have you in private. And it has the desired effect, him putting his hands on you the moment he sees you, you swatting away his hands and insisting you need to get going, smirking as you walk off. And he’s distracted all night, hands on you if you’re close enough, eyes on you if you’re not, all his mates smirking and winking at him and it’s 11 when he decides fuck it, and takes you home with the announcement ‘got to tend to the missus, lads’. And he’s all over you in the taxi home, hands up your dress, caressing your thigh, dress too tight to your skin for him to get any further up but god he loves that dress. Then when you’re in the house he’s pulling you to the sofa, not even bothering with the bedroom, unzipping your dress and staring at you in awe, muttering how beautiful you are. So he lifts you firmly by your hips, legs hooking around his waist, his hands grabbing your arse, tongue in your mouth and you’re moaning his name as he slips inside you, creating a steady rhythm, his breath staggering from holding you up, so he puts you on the counter and continues. And it’s sensual and lustful all at once, his groans and your moans mixing together in the late night silence. His pace slowing as he reaches his high, and he pulls out, finishing you off with his hand, moving it against you, kissing down your neck as he goes. After you finish you stay still a while, heads resting together, collecting yourselves and smiling.