Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3

Home Cooked Meal - Erik Lehnsherr

When you got home from work, the smell of spices, herbs, meats, seasonings, and Heaven knew what else blanketed your nose; following your sense of smell, you found Erik in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of light grey jogging bottoms, his hands busy with pots and pans while other metal cooking instruments floated and coursed through the air to wherever Erik wanted them to be. You leaned against the doorframe and watched him cook for a while, happy at seeing him so at ease.

"I know you're there," he chuckled, turning to face you and grinning. "You're home early."

"I am," you nodded, grinning back at him. "You made dinner?"

"I did," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What're you hiding, Lehnsherr?" You teased, walking to him and closing the distance between you by wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"Nothing," he said honestly, bringing a spoon full of food to your mouth. "Taste it." You did as he said, and when you chewed the first bite, you couldn't help but to moan in approval.

"My god," you chuckled softly. "You should cook more often."