les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

170. Truce

Request: I have a request, dear. Something like, Eric and reader hate each other, but secretly it's just sexual tension. And one day they're arguing on his apartment, them it gets dirty, them some smut. Please

Warnings: Smut (just a bit though)

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You had been assigned to train the new recruits this year, which wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't have to do it with Eric. You two weren't on good terms, never had been. You always found a reason to argue with each other, the fact that he had to be right all the time did not help. You often wondered how one man could be that self-absorbed and arrogant. How did he even manage to become a leader? The only good thing he had going for himself was his strength. Coming from eurudite, he probably wasn't a total dumbass either. Still people are supposed to respect their leaders not fear them.

When you walked into the training room that morning, Eric was already at it again. Screaming at a poor soul who dared talk back to him.

"Throwing a little temper tantrum again, Eric?"

"Look who graces us with her presence. Aren't you a little late." He says in a sarcastic tone. Well you were 5 minutes late but Eric had probably been 5 minutes early so it balanced itself out.

"I'm a trainer, I earned that right. Besides these kids will do without us for a few minutes."

"Don't worry I'm perfectly capable of training them without you."

"You sure? I bet you wouldn't make it without my valuable tips."

"I don't need tips from someone who ranked below me." He sneers at you.

"I got better since then."

"I highly doubt that."

The whole room was quite. Everyone knew better than to get involved when the two of you got into a fight, which happened almost every day.

After training, Eric pulled you aside and dragged you with him.

"What do you think you're doing? Let go of me asshole."

"You're coming with me."

"What? Why and where are we going?"

"My place."

You arrived at his apartment and he pushed you inside, closing the door and moving his furniture around. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at you.

"Fight me."

"Are you out of your mind now?"

"I've had it with you talking back to me all the time. If you can actually win against me I won't be saying anything anymore."

"Really?"

"Sure there's no way you can win anyway." He smirks and gets into a fighting position. Well there was no harm in trying. Eric shutting up for once would be a nice change.

The whole thing ended quicker than you thought but somehow you had expected this outcome. Eric had always been the better fighter after all. He had you on the ground in no time, pinning your wrists to the side of your head while kneeling above you. You were a bit nervous having him so close to you. He was quite handsome for someone so unbearable. Your eyes wandered over his body and stopped a bit too long at his lips. Eric noticed, you could see him smirking at you. he crashed his lips to yours, making you gasp in surprise. When he drew away you just stared at him for a few seconds. He actually looked a bit uncomfortable since you did not say anything.

"I probably shouldn't have done..." He doesn't get to finish his sentence. You throw him to the ground straddling his lap and kissing him hard. You tugged at his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling them down.

"First you can't get rid of me quick enough and now you seem to can't get enough." He smirks and pushes your shirt over your head.

"Don't get me wrong I still hate you."

"I'm sure you do but could you hate me with less clothes on." He unbuttons your pants and pulls them down to your ankles where you awkwardly wiggle out of them.

You move into the right position above him, pushing his already hard cock inside of you. You move up and down in a quick rhythm, filling the room with loud moans coming from both of you.

Your orgasm is building up and you can see Eric holding back. When your orgasm finally hits you and you scream out, Eric cums shortly after you with a loud groan.

You collapse on top of his chest, catching your breath.

"So technically I won our fight but I'd say we're even so,...truce?"

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