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Wait So Long | Erik Heller x F!Reader

Summary: A much needed part 2 to After Hours. Can't a girl catch a break!?

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut ahead. F masturbation, oral sex F receiving.

Word Count: 1,484 words.

A/N: A big thank you to @bewitchedignition for the prompts! Erik has been on my mind all day! 💖

Back in the quiet solitude of your own home, your own bed, your mind is fixed firmly on thoughts of Erik. Big, beautiful, strong, capable Erik. If not for Hanna’s interruption, what would the two of you be doing right now? Would he be inside you? How good would he be making you feel?

Tossing and turning beneath the thin cotton sheets, frustration bubbles beneath the surface of your skin. The raging fire that Erik ignited within your veins refuses to die.

I’m thinking about you.

His message remains unanswered, filling the screen of your phone, where it lies abandoned on the bedside table. A beacon of hope; a promise for the future perhaps, now that you know your desire is mutual.

You can’t bring yourself to reply yet, afraid of what you might inadvertently admit, but you’re thinking about him, too.

From the moment your hands slipped beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts, you've been imagining that it’s Erik touching you, parting your slick folds with his thick, deft fingers.

Closing your eyes, his face instantly fills your vision. A pair of soft hazel eyes so at odds with his sharp jawline; delicate lips curling into the hint of a smile whenever he looks your way.

As you work your fingers feverishly over the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core, a familiar coiling tension tightens low in your belly, and heat spreads across your chest. You imagine that it’s Erik slotted between your thighs, coaxing you towards your release with gentle praise.

You whisper his name into the dark.

A harsh knock on the front door shatters your building climax. You curse loudly and fling back the covers. Fate is surely conspiring against you tonight. Can't a girl get a break!?

Conscious of your half-dressed and flustered state, you grab a jacket from the back of the door, before marching into the hallway.

Experience tells you that the late-night visitor will once again be your elderly neighbour from the apartment upstairs. She's forever losing her cat and seems to forget that past midnight is not an acceptable time for a social call. You've tried ignoring her, but the woman is as persistent as she is absent-minded.

Schooling your features into a mask of pleasant surprise, you unlatch the front door. But it's not Mrs Evans waiting on the other side.

“E-Erik?”

Your shock is clearly evident, as the corners of his mouth uptick into a small grin. Equally, you don't miss the way his gaze darkens as it travels over your bare thighs.

"What-what are you doing here?”

"You didn't answer my message. I wanted to make sure you got home safely."

There's no way you're admitting the truth behind your lack of response. Erik doesn't need to know what you were doing only moments earlier. Fumbling for something to say, you settle on, “What about Hanna?”

Amused, he raises an eyebrow. “She’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself.”

If it had been anyone other than Erik, you might have been insulted by the implication that you weren't capable of looking after yourself. But with the way that he's standing there in the doorway, framed by the fluorescent hallway lights and looking like sin made flesh…

“Are you going to let me in?”

"Uh, sure." You step back, allowing him to enter. As he brushes past you, another white hot flame of desire licks your veins. Erik is here, in your apartment, after everything you were just thinking about.

Anticipation mixes with your lingering arousal, and suddenly it's difficult to breathe.

"I hope you don't mind," he says, almost as an afterthought, when you finally turn to face him. His eyes are bright, even in the dim light of your living room.

Hoping he doesn't notice the way your thighs are clenched, you shake your head. "Not at all. Can I…can I get you something to drink?"

A few hours ago you were all but naked before him, so why do you suddenly feel so shy?

In an uncharacteristic display of uncertainty, Erik scrubs a hand over his jaw. "I might not have been completely honest about my reason for coming here."

"Oh?"

He takes a few steps closer. Close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. "I really couldn't stop thinking about you. In fact, I thought I would die if I didn’t get to touch you again, if I didn't get to taste you…"

Erik has always been a smooth talker. He knows exactly how to get what he wants. But there's no cockiness in his tone tonight. You know him well enough now to understand that he's being sincere.

You close the distance in a single stride, and just like that, his lips crash into yours. Right where they belong.

His broad, calloused hands rise to cup your cheeks, keeping you moulded to his mouth as he deepens the kiss with a sweep of his tongue. Your own fingers clutch the rough material of his jacket, tugging tightly until you're dragging him backwards into the bedroom.

Well-practiced, the two of you make short work of stripping out of your clothes, until your fingers can dance once more across the rigid plane of his scar-flecked chest and below. He's beautiful, almost ethereal, in the soft glow of the lamp light.

Ignoring the tousled sheets, Erik lays you down on the bed, his large body hovering above you. You’ve seen first hand what this body is capable of; Erik Heller is a dangerous man. But in his arms, you’ve never felt safer.

Pressing his lips to the curve of your throat, he whispers, "I didn't want to leave you in any doubt about how this evening was supposed to end."

You just have time to gaze up into his eyes, before you feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs apart so that he can slot between them. Gasping at the sensation of being so utterly bare before him, you almost miss the single word he utters.

"Beautiful."

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your chest as you find Erik watching you, his eyes wide with wonder. With a start, you realise that the evidence of your earlier arousal must be as clear as day.

“Tell me something," he murmurs, voice so rough with his own desire that it distracts you from your embarrassment. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

You can’t bring yourself to feel ashamed when he's looking at you like this, and when he trails a single finger along your glistening core, the admission slips from your parted lips. "Yes."

There's a glimmer of quiet satisfaction in his expression, and without another word, Erik moves down your body, kissing and nipping and licking at your flesh, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Every nerve in your body is alight and he's barely touched you.

When his head dips between your legs and his hot, wet tongue licks a stripe along your centre, you cry out, fisting the sheets. He's surely going to kill you. He repeats the action, again and again and again…

It isn't long before his hands join his mouth, spreading you open before he plunges two fingers inside. It's a delightful burn, adding to the pressure already building at your core.

You continue to whimper and writhe beneath him while he laves at your clit. His fingers are massaging your inner walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over and it's just too much. Too much, but not enough. You need more. You need all of him.

Erik tears his mouth away, and you whimper at the loss of contact. "What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?”

"Yes, Erik," you pant as he continues to pump his fingers into you. "You're making me feel so good."

Beneath his ministrations, your body is taught like a bow. Your nerves are ready to snap. He's taking responsibility for your pleasure in the same way that he makes sure you’re safe out in the field. Like it's the most important thing in the world.

"I want you to come for me now, beautiful. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes."

He coaxes you towards your release, patiently guiding you in that same calm, controlled manner as when he helps you with target practice. "That's it. Just like that. You can do it."

And when your climax suddenly and violently and finally crashes over you, he's right there murmuring praise as he presses kisses to your thighs.

Slowly coming down from the high, you clutch at his shoulders pulling him up towards you. You can't hide the desperation from your voice when you ask him, "How long can you stay?"

A wry smile tugs at Erik's glistening lips. "Hanna isn't expecting me home tonight."

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