Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

All Yours - Erik Lehnsherr

Erik knew you enjoyed training, as it gave you a chance to mess around with Logan, your best friend, but he didn't want you to train that day, as he would have rather had you in his arms, or beneath him. With careful, expert movement, he made it seem as if you had fallen over, as he moved a metal ball under your feet.

"Jesus," you growled out, standing back up, completely unharmed but glaring at Logan. "The fuck did you do?"

"Me?" Your best friend chuckled lowly and shook his head. "Wasn't me, furball. Try looking over at where your asshole boyfriend is."

"Okay, one," you put your hands on your hips, ready to defend Erik at any given point. "He's not an asshole. He's been through worse shit than you have, Wolfie, so don't start on that. Two, Erik wouldn't do that."

"Y'sure?" Logan raised an eyebrow and smirked when he saw you think about whether or not it could have possibly been your boyfriend.

"Erik," you called, turning to where you knew he was sat. "Prove Logan wrong, please?"

"I can't," he smirked, toying with the metal ball in his hand. "But, now that you're not training anymore, care to meet me upstairs?" You knew you would never say no to him, not even if you tried, so you grinned, bit your lip and nodded.

"Catch you later, old man," you teased, poking your tongue out at your best friend before following Erik upstairs; once there, he pinned you against the door and captured your lips with a bruising kiss.

"I've waited all day to have you to myself," Erik growled, wandering hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. "I can't wait any longer, kitten."

"Why didn't you just ask?" You chuckled lowly, ridding yourself of your shirt before unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. "You know I could have just told Logan I didn't wanna train today."

"You enjoy training," he mumbled, unzipping his jeans while you shimmied out of your jogging bottoms and panties, kicking your shoes and socks off beforehand. "I thought I'd let you go for a bit and then just have you all to myself."

"Well, now you have me all to yourself," you grinned, wrapping your legs around his waist and hooking your arms around the back of his neck as he pushed your back against the door. "What would you like to do?"

"I think you know," he chuckled, pushing his jeans and boxers down a little in order to bring his hardness out. "Are you willing to do this, kitten?"

"Yes," you moaned quietly as he began to tease your core with his tip.

"Yes, what?" He growled lustfully, pressing kisses to your neck.

"Yes, Daddy," you gasped out as he entered you harshly, your back pressed against the door, the hard wood sending a shiver down your spine while Erik bit down on your shoulder lightly, pounding into you harshly and making sure you felt every little movement, every breath he took, every thrust he delivered, every nip, kiss and bite from your shoulder to your neck, every mark sure to be seen, sure to be felt.

"Good girl," he praised, thrusting deeply and violently, you bucked your hips against his just as violently, breaths becoming entwined together and little nips and kisses being exchanged. "Such a good girl for me."

"Always," you panted, closing your eyes for a few brief moments as you tried to prevent your own orgasm. "I'm always a good girl for you, Daddy."

"Say you're mine," he growled, his breathing hitching and his thrusts becoming sloppy, but his lips never far from an inch of your skin.

"I'm," you began to pant like a dog as your release drew close. "I'm yours, Daddy."

"Good girl" he smirked, but his smirk was gone when he moaned out your name while he came with you, spilling himself inside of you and revelling in the feel of having your walls clench around him; you ground out his name again and let out a yowl as your juices flowed onto him. "Good girl, (Y/N)."