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48.4. Nightly Horrors

Nightly Horrors (part 4)

(Eric x Reader)

Warnings: Smut

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Had he really said what you thought he had? Maybe you heard wrong. It could have been 'Vishnu had a hex' or 'Wish you were Max.'

God no, these didn't make any sense at all. Enough was enough. You needed distraction. Your friends had decided to go to the club this evening anyway so you were going to join them. This kind of places weren't really for you but everything was better than sitting around alone thinking about Eric.

"I'm not wearing that!" You declared.

"Come on we're going out, having fun you can't wear your normal boring clothes."

"But look at that monstrous thing. What is that, surely you can't call that a dress."

"It is indeed. So stop insulting my clothes and put it on!"

"Fine..." You mumbled while walking to the bathroom to get changed.

And hour later you were standing in a corner of the club, bottle of beer in hand and not having fun at all. Your friends had found some dauntless guys they now, were dancing with leaving you behind alone. Not that you hadn't gotten any offers yourself. In fact you had turned down a whole bunch of guys already. It was that damned dresses fault you thought. A black leather dress, ending just above your knees. Where did she even get that? Your friendly neighbourhood porn store next door?

"Wanna get out of here?" You heard someone say next to you. Here we go again. You were thinking of a good excuse to give the guy when you finally turned to your left, only to see Eric standing there smirking at you.

"Oh hell no, why would I? It's really fun here."

"Yeah? So that's why you've been turning down guys the whole evening? Cause you're having so much fun?"

"Are you stalking me now? Creep."

"Nah but you're really hard to miss in that outfit."

As you kept talking to Eric another boy was making his way over towards you. You were really tired of this shit. Thinking that you had to deal with this one too you mentally prepared yourself.

Eric shot the guy a look that made him stop dead in his tracks and turn away in another direction. You began to laugh and looked at Eric.

"Thanks,...I guess."

"Everything for my favourite initiate." He said with a grin.

"If I'm your favourite I pity the one who gets on your bad side."

"The ones I dislike aren't here long enough for you to pity."

He suddenly grabbed you by the arm and was walking towards the exit, dragging you behind despite your complaints. You're outside when you're finally able to break away form him.

"Wha..Where are we going?"

"My place, now." He says with impatience.

When you don't move he pins you to nearby wall and steps back a bit. He gets down on his knees in front of you. Staring up at you with big eyes. Holy shit. Seeing Eric like was pretty hot, though you had no idea what he was trying to do, kneeling before you in a dirty back-alley.

His hands found your legs and he began to move them upwards, caressing your thighs. You watched him, his hands moving up even further and shivered slightly. You felt yourself getting wet as he continued his actions.

You couldn't help but moan as he rubbed you through your panties, sending jolts of desire through your whole body.

"What if someone...Eric, stop..." You breathed out.

"You won't be saying that in a minute, sweetheart."

He parted your legs further and tugged at your underwear. Leting your panties slowly slip down your legs, he brought his face closer to you. His mouth ghosted over clit, feeling his breath on your skin, your hips moved, wanting him even closer.

Suddenly he dipped his tongue into you, licking your clit and you fought the urge to let your eyelids fall close.

"You taste sweet." He whispered before dipping down again, his lips and tongue moving between your legs. He was devouring you slowly, leaving you a panting, moaning, writhing mess. Your hips were moving on their own now and you brought your hands up burying them into Erics hair. You tugged at them roughly while Eric sliped two of his fingers into you, his soft lips closing around your clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicked. Your back began to arch, your head pushing back against the wall as you felt the edge nearing, the heat building up inside of you. He pumped his fingers faster inside of you as your moans grew louder and louder, finally bringing you over the edge, as you held his head in place.

Coming down from your high you let go of his hair and sunk down slowly, resting on the cold stone floor. You were out of breath, panting like crazy.

"So my place doesn't sound so bad now, does it?" He said, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulders. He gave your ass a light slap and started to walk in the direction of his apartment.

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