Hi!! I don’t know if your 2k event is still open but could I get daisies with lace? Anything with Erik please I am craving more Erik content maybe something with dofp Erik cause he comes off as very cocky in that movie and I love a man who knows he could make me fold <3
pairing. erik lehnsherr x fem!reader
a/n. this was supposed to be short but yeah
“go fuck yourself, erik.” you scoffed, moving past him. you don’t far because he’s pulling you back into him.
“i have you for that,” he replies, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. cold eyes meeting yours, he seems so dull at times, you can’t tell a single thought behind those eyes, but that’s his intention, isn’t it?
you try to shove him back but he’s having none of it, only pulling you closer. “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win.”
you hated that he was so sure of himself, that he’d win against you. truthfully you hated feeling weak, inferior to him. you weren’t a weak mutant, your mutation was relatively powerful.
but erik was so much more controlled, he knew his limits, he knows he has no limits.
his eyes trace down your body, he’d shown up in the middle of the night. surprisingly charles didn’t know he was here, but then again charles was just getting back on his feet — metaphorically of course.
“i’ve come to take you home.” he sounds so sure of himself, like he knows you’ll follow him even though last time you didn’t. but things were different now, no?
“home?” you laugh bitterly, restraining yourself from slapping him across the face. “this is my home.”
“with charles?” his smirk drops, eyes narrowing at you.
“charles didn’t abandon me to go on some murder spree, did he?” you snap back at him, and he flinches, his facade crumbling.
“i didn’t abandon you.” he hisses, gripping your chin harder. “you had a choice, me or charles.”
“and i’ll choose charles again.” it hurt more than you liked, to say that to him, his grip falters but he doesn’t pull away. he knows you’re only trying to scare him off.
“besides, you had a choice too. yourself or us, no surprise what you chose.” you mutter, you see a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
“i never meant to hurt you, never you.”
you don’t know what changed but he kisses you. trying to convey a message he can’t speak an i love you without words. you seem to get because you kiss him back with the same intensity.
then you’re in your bedroom again, charles fast asleep down the hall. erik seems to like the thought of his old friend knowing you’re his again.
“i missed you, us.” he murmurs into your ear, pulling your clothes off and kissing down your throat, tongue darting out every few seconds to lick your skin.
“say it back. tell me you missed me,” he demands.
you’re naked, you realise, and he’s staring down at you like a starved man seeing food for the first time in years.
“i missed you too, erik.” you whisper and he melts, the arrogance fading away, fingers gripping your thighs tightly.
“i don’t want to wait,” he mumbles, shedding his clothes too.
“you’re mine, aren’t you?”
you’re not sure how to respond and his hand is around your throat, “say yes.”
he grins, that toothy grin he gives when he gets what he wants. “good girl.”
erik is a taker, less a giver. but he decides to give tonight, its been ten years after all. he can spare a little nicety for your sake.
he doesn’t prep you though, he’s waited long enough. he’ll make you cum instead, tell you about the house he has too, later. the sweet stuff can wait. he needs you right now.
erik fucks you like a man starved. eyeing you in ways that make you fluster and try to hide, though there’s nowhere to go when you’re stuck beneath him. he seems to like you there, angling his hips to fill you all the way.
he groans into your ear, asking — begging — for praise. for you to tell him how good he is, how good he makes you feel. that only he can make you feel this way.
and you go along with it, feeding his enormous ego more and more, for each syllable that leaves your lips he fucks you harder. he likes the feeling of superiority, a flaw that bleeds into the bedroom too.
you cum, again and again. until it’s enough for him. he needs to know that he’s still good enough for you, what better way than reminding you that he can fuck you like no other man ever will?
then, finally he cums too. releasing with a subtle moan into your ear, his hips stutter against yours. eyes falling shut as he collapses on top of you.
you’d have thought he were dead with the way he lay so still, the only indication he was still with you was the feel of his breath, the rise and fall of his chest and the subtle twitch of his fingers.
you lay there, under him. you let him breath, you feel him relax until moments later he’s at it again. his fingers on your clit.
“give me one more.” he mutters, nipping your earlobe and you gasp. pinned down under the weight of his body, unable to do anything but lay there and take it, take what he gives you.
“erik,” you whisper, gripping the tuffs of his hair tightly, you try to rock your hips but he’s heavier, his softened cock still inside of you. though its not nearly as soft as it was moments ago.
“you’ll give me another.” he says, doesn’t questions because he knows you will. “tell me i make you feel good.”
“you do,” you comply, he needs this, you think. needs you to need him. your head rolls back into the pillows, nails scratching down his back at the overstimulation. he groans into your ear when you tighten around him.
“always make me feel so good, erik.”
“i love you,” and you do. you love him despite wanting to kill him ninety percent of the time these days.
“i wonder how you ever survived without me.” he mutters, his thumb rubbing your bud faster, until you’re gasping for air, eyes screwed shut.
“aww,” he coos, mockingly, you note.
you pay him no mind, focused on reaching your end. “erik,” you whisper.
“i know, cum for me, hase.”
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