Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Hunger - Erik Lehnsherr

Erik had taken you to Dorsia, a lovely restaurant, good food, posh wine, the whole lot; the table was set by the time you sat down, leather bound menus, even the food was posh.

"The food looks great, but... There's something much more delicious I'd like to eat right now," Erik smirked, stifling a growl when you bit your lip.

"Erik," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "We can't do that here!"

"Why not?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Because it's a nice place, for one," you began, although you had to admit, the thought of what Erik had been getting at sounded so much better than dinner. "Two, I'm not sure there's even a place we can-"

"The bathroom," Erik said, as if it was just about the most obvious thing in the world; for a few seconds, you thought about it, debating on whether or not to give into temptation.

"Alright," you agreed, feeling giddy and impatient as you followed him to the bathroom; once there, Erik locked the door and picked you up before carrying you over to the thin stretch of waist-high shelf that was supposed to be used for staff's belongings, he put you down on it and pressed his lips to yours harshly.

"Wearing that dress," he growled, nipping at your neck. "You know what it does to me, don't you, kitten?"

"I do, Daddy," you tilted your head back to allow him more access, more skin to mark. "That's why I wore it tonight."

"You know what that means," he lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes. "You're in trouble now."

"Yes, Daddy," you bit back a smirk as he slowly, teasingly unzipped your dress using his powers. "Please punish me."

"My belt," he growled, pulling it from the loops of his trousers. "Or my hand?"

"Your hand," you begged, always loving the feel of his hand when he spanked you, as opposed to his belt, which you did enjoy, but not nearly as much. "Please."

"I think two will do, don't you?" He asked, watching with a smirk as you got up, your dress falling to the floor to expose your black lace lingerie; completely forgetting the spanking for a moment, Erik tore off the black lace and eagerly pressed his lips to yours, lust and passion mixing into an inferno. "Did you wear that for me, kitten?"

"I did," you smiled, turning around and bending over the shelf, wiggling your hips to tell him you were ready. "Everything for you, Daddy."

"That's what I like to hear, kitten," he growled, standing behind you; with a loud slap, he brought his hand down on your bare backside, leaving a massive red handprint as you quietly moaned with approval, he did it again and you arched your back slightly, hardly able to wait for him. "Good girl."

"I need you," you groaned, impatient as Erik pushed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, length standing proud and hard. "Please, Daddy, I need you."

"I know you do," he chuckled lowly, running a finger through your soaking folds. "And I need you too." Without further hesitance, Erik slammed into you, picking up a harsh, quick pace, one hand gripping your backside, the other on your shoulder, his teeth nipping at the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades, any spot of skin he could get between his teeth; you moaned loudly as he thrusted into you, pushing against him to try and get more out of each movement, begging for him to keep going.

"Yes," you yelped when Erik slammed against your sweet spot. "Yes! Daddy!"

"Hush," he growled in your ear, delivering a harsh pound to prove his point, breath hot, ragged and hoarse. "Be quiet for Daddy, kitten."

"Sorry," you moaned, a bit quieter, biting down on your lip to stop your cries of ecstasy and euphoria from becoming too loud. "Sorry, Daddy."

"Good girl," he praised, giving your backside a more delicate slap as he continued to thrust into you violently. "That's better." Erik continued his movements, keeping a deep, brilliantly brutal, rhythm with you, each thrust slowly driving you over the edge until you let out quiet whimpers of his name; he faltered as he came, hoarse whispers of your name leaving his lips, eyes snapping shut, nails digging into your skin, seed spilling inside of you; you shivered as you followed, whining his name as orgasm overcame you, squeezing your eyes shut, grabbing a hold of the shelf so much that your knuckles paled, juices flowing into him. By the time both of you were done, you were panting messes.

"I thought you were hungry," you teased, pulling on your dress but not your torn lingerie.

"Let's just say I'll definitely be having pudding," Erik smirked lustfully, giving you a bruising kiss before tidying himself up again. "Would you be alright with that, kitten?"

"Like I said," you chuckled, biting your lip. "Everything for you, Daddy."