les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

21.2. The Challenge

The ChallengePart Two

Summary: Here's part one, if you missed it:

Fic Type: Eric Coulter x Reader, Tattoo Artist!Reader, smut

Warnings: strong language, smut, unprotected sex (assume reader is on the pill; wrap it before you tap it, kids), kinky af

Author's Note: Wow. Okay. So, The Challenge: Part 1 was really successful, and a bunch of people like it, apparently. So here's Part Two and a whole lotta smut. (I've only written smut like twice before this so please don't kill me if this sucks.)

Also: I know that tattoos need to be covered and cared for, but since this occurs in the future we are just going to pretend that you get the tat and you're good, m'kay?

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***Eric's POV***

"You know what this means, little girl." I almost sang as I grinned down at her. "You lost."

"Little girl?" Y/N spat. "I'm twenty five!"

I stared at her. She didn't look a day over seventeen. "You're seriously twenty five?" I asked.

"Why? You want to make sure I'm legal?" Her voice was filled with hatred, brimming with animosity.

The rest of the time Y/N worked on my tattoo was spent in silence. She really did look young. But, she was talented. I'd give her that. She seamlessly worked the fuck-up into the design. When she finished, she stood, ripped her gloves off without a word, cleaned up, and turned to leave.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I spread my newly tattooed arms.

"No." She glowered at me. "Some other time. Not tonight." She slipped out the door.

I jogged to catch up with her. "You shouldn't walk home alone."

"Listen, daddy, I can take care of myself." Y/N's voice was sarcastic, but tired.

I was finally starting to wear on her. She was sick of dealing with me, furious that she lost the challenge, and even more upset that now she had to sleep with me. Unfortunately, my patience was wearing thin and my ability to push down my arousal even thinner. "That's a bad idea, Y/N." I replied. I knew most of the guys who lurk around here at night, and they'd just love the chance to to jump a girl like her.

She clenched her fists. "Why is that, daddy? Past my bedtime?"

That was it. I spun quickly, slamming her up against a nearby wall. I pinned her there by her wrists, and based on her face I was sure she could see the barely managed restraint and lust in my eyes. "Call me daddy one more time, and I'm gonna show you why." I said darkly. "I'll let you leave, but after you do, I'm going to go home." I released one of her wrists and slid the hand up to her neck, tilting her head back so I could stare into her eyes. "I'm going to get naked, and get myself off three, maybe four times tonight thinking about you. But just remember, I won fair and square, and I like to claim my prizes. And remember this as well: The longer you make me wait, the rougher I'll play." I could feel her chest rise and fall beneath mine as I spoke, and her breathing quickened.

***Third Person POV***

Y/N stared up at Eric, and a wicked grin blossomed on her face. "Is that why you didn't like it when I called you daddy?" She asked in a flirty voice. "Because it turns you on?"

Eric's jaw tightened, and he replied shortly. "Yes."

In response, Y/N easily freed her other wrist from Eric's grip. She snaked both arms around him, stood on her toes, and connected their lips. The kiss was brief and left Eric deeply unsatisfied.