Nothing plot relevant, just pure smut
He didn't even let you mutter a word as soon as the bedroom door closed. He immediately grabbed you by the cheeks and landed his mouth quite too harshly. He bit on it, ran his tongue over your lips, and there you were certain you'd garner a bruise along the way. The way he pinned your body helplessly on the door didn't help as well because he placed a thigh in between your legs that you could rub yourself on. He took complete pleasure with the small gasps and moans you let out for him even if he knew some of it was due to the pain.
You don't expect Erwin to be as soft as he does in that world, and no, you really don't want him soft on you right now. You love this side of him just the same. You've been aching for this as well. This hell of a man could take all of you for his own, as he should, and you'd still be at ease nonetheless because you know he'd keep you safe as he takes you. He might be dangerous and merciless to everyone standing on this ground but you are safe right now in his embrace, utterly safe.
He sucked on your bottom lip harshly for the last time then pulled away. He didn't talk just yet, even the proximity was still too intimate to handle. Your lips were barely touching and both of you were breathing in each other's air; the position made you dizzy, flushed, and worked up. Erwin seems completely out of it already as well— nothing in his mind but the face you're showing to him.
"We really shouldn't be doing this right now." He tried in attempts to make you backtrack. As if he's still in the headspace to let you out of this room, but still.
"Do you want to stop?" You murmured with pleading eyes.
He almost laughed raspily. "You look pathetically desperate right now."
"For you." He widened his eyes; you clicked a smile. You knew it by now. Erwin just needs to be reminded of that and his mind will be on a rampage, his composure would stay but he'll be lost with himself nonetheless. It's something you noticed whenever he takes you. Seeing how he muttered a curse under his breath just now, you knew the one in front of you isn't in any way different. You're way past dealing with his sharp mouth. He's already wrapped around your finger. "What would you like your pathetically desperate woman to do?"
Oh, so now you're asking him. It's not like he doesn't want it but he actually thought of giving you the privilege to choose what would happen tonight. But well, he'd use whatever you give him at his disposal. "Kneel down for me."
Again, that authoritative tone. The voice indeed made you weak on the knees. How could you not follow? Upon dropping down and facing him right on your face, you realized how hard the bulge was struggling to be out of his confines. You looked up at him submissively, silently asking for the next order.
"Remove it." He doesn't even need to particularize what's to be removed. You hastily did what you're told and Erwin was beyond amused at the sight. He would willingly kneel down at you if that's what you want, show you how much he adores and cherishes you more than himself, but look at you instead. Look at what you preferred instead. How pliant. How down bad for him.
When his length laid bare in front of you, you could do nothing but gulp. Despite being aware of his size very well, he didn't let you do this much yet. You hadn't seen it this close just yet. That's why Erwin placed his hand on your head to tip it up so you'd look at him again. He wasn't smiling anymore, only his lidded eyes anticipating your next move. "Scared now? Thinking of storming out the door behind you?"
You shook your head no and despite the reluctance, you wrapped your hands around his shaft nicely. You didn't withdraw your gaze on him as your mouth slowly went to his base. And when your lips finally came in contact with it and took a taste with a swirl of your tongue, Erwin shut his eyes tight in pleasure. He gripped your head harder.
You stopped and leaned on the door again. He sighed for a while, pulled your hair again, and guided it to his shaft. "If I ask you to take me nicely now, would you follow?" He gently muttered, quite contrary to his grip.
You hummed in concurrence and headily wrapped him in your mouth, hollowed your cheeks, and closed your eyes to feel more of him. Despite the oddity of the feeling as well as the taste, the way he was holding you and his pleased hums became your utmost focus and source of pleasure.
You pushed your tongue against your bottom jaw and encouraged him to go deeper. Of course, even though Erwin is on the precipice of just fucking your mouth then and there, mercy is something he would never intentionally deprive of you. It says a lot about how he stilled his hips and let you get used to the sensation first. Erwin opened his eyes again then what he saw pulled out a smile— eyes glued on him endearingly wide, hollowed cheeks tightening around his length, drip of saliva dripping out. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.
However, he also realized what you were doing in between your legs. A hand in between, moving it slightly and grinding it on your clothed core. "Your hands." He snarled. You quickly fixed it then, wrapped a whole hand fully on his length, but you had no idea how to do it better so you looked at him with questioning eyes again. He let out a strained laugh and then guided you through it. "First time sucking someone off?"
"You're the only one I'd be willing to." You immediately answered.
He almost whimpered; god, you have to calm down with your words. Luckily it only went out as a sigh.
He adjusted your hand; removed your fingers away from his dick except for the index and thumb. He asked for your other hand to do the same, albeit with difficulty because of how delirious his mind is starting to get. All fixed, he gripped your head again to bob it down. You hummed, received it with pleasure, and he let out another sigh.
He pulled out and looked at you for a second to signal the change in pace, then pressed back in. You gagged upon having it reach your throat. He halted again, gave you a slight breather, then repeated the action, again and again and again. He motioned your head in tandem with his hips and the way you thought how he was making you a mere sleeve ignited a hot spark between your legs. It's contrary for Erwin, though, as his whimpers were begging — never in his life he thought he would beg — and he's glad the sounds were incoherent and you're oblivious that he's actually muttering pleas to you. You might be below him right now but you're actually the one that's holding him at your mercy.
That's how bad he adores you. He sees you beyond him, always.
He abruptly halted and pushed your head away from his shaft. You looked up at him, tears flushed your eyes, lips slick and swollen. "You seem to be enjoying this a lot." He said, drawn out but gentle.
"I do." You husked. "You'll give me more, right?"
His smile was almost too pleased then. You want more of him? Then take his entirety. You want it that hard? Then hard he would go.
He hiked your head up, much to your confusion, and when your faces were on the same level again he engulfed you with a deep kiss. As harsh as earlier but more smiles exuded from him this time. It could almost be classified as fucking you with his tongue but as he wrapped his palm on your neck, you realized he had other plans. He's pushing down himself in your mouth so it'd be wetter, making you collect it with ease. His grip on your jaw was intended to avoid you from swallowing it down. When he was satisfied, he withdrew from you. Your cheeks were almost plump, some of it dripping down the corner. "Get down again. Don't swallow."
As soon as you did, he completely savored your partly opened lips and pumped in without warning. The slick of saliva he gave you made him moan out loud. He could pump in with ease this time, sloppier, much better, and you kept on hollowing your cheeks to take more. He wasn't able to control himself then. He rammed in repeatedly as he looked down at you, tremors on his hands built up as he stopped himself from ripping your hair out of pleasure.
"I'm close." He said and yet he didn't push you away. He rather dug you down on him harder. You also realized he's speaking sweet nothings on you— so good for him, so compliant, so sweet, and he's going to reward you well by coming inside your mouth.
And oh, how utterly delighted you are with that.
You gently fondled his balls in hopes that he'd do so as soon as possible. You don't even care how hard he's bucking his hips on your mouth, your numbed throat, your tears streaming down. Nothing is going on in your mind until he sputtered his release with a loud grunt. Indeed, he didn't let your mouth out as he came. Erwin gagged you deep so you would be forced to take more and more of his warmth inside your mouth. Even when his hips were finally stilled he continued to trap you deeply, completely ensuring everything would be all yours.
Only when he's sure nothing's left did he free you from his confines. He hiked your hair up until you were standing again. He's well aware your legs were jelly so he pushed a hip to support you.
"Don't swallow." He quickly remarked as he cupped your face up to his level. "Let it drip down your mouth." You followed suit. Erwin smiled at the sight. "Look at that. Look how messed up you are." He drawled condescendingly, or attempted so, as his face was the complete opposite. He looked very drawn at the sight. His eyes were gleaming so bright as if he had seen something he's been utterly curious about for so long. He's too caught up to speak and focused on wiping your face up in pleasure.
This man is barely keeping his facade at this point. You have to keep yourself from laughing.
He snapped back to it when you finally swallowed everything in your mouth, not letting a drip waste anymore. He looked at you with wide eyes, "Did you just—"
Even before he could stupidly inquire whatever he mused about that, you desperately muttered. "More."
You thought he might not want to kiss you when you're full of him but he did, passionately so. He could do nothing but reward you for being so seductive for him, after all. He swore to any divine being that he'd be gentle tonight and he needs help in doing so, but your mouth's plump, your jaw's tight, eyes welled up. You're almost ruined. It's only the start of the night but you're nearing ruins.
Even before he could channel his reluctance because he really doesn't want to go hard, you suddenly, desperately, reached out to him for a hug. You pulled him further so the kiss would be deeper than it already is, glided your tongue languidly as if to tell him that if he wants to taste you so badly after doing something so dirty then he could be your guest.
You led him to the bed and gave him space so he could settle. Despite the impatience and shaky hands from the earlier act, you gently removed your clothes. Erwin was silent as he watched you and when you looked at him, you could see a glimpse of affection in his eyes. It's not as evident as how he looks at you in your world but it swelled your heart just the same. When no garment's left in you, you wrapped your arm around him again and sweetly landed a kiss on the bridge of his nose.
"See," Erwin started. "I'm actually trying to be gentle right now." You swore he almost sounded begging. He cupped your face down your jaw that's still quite numb and swollen; he massaged it then. "It wouldn't hurt us if you cooperate, would it?"
"Heh." You crooked a smile then helped him remove his top until he's laying bare as well. "I told you to take me in any way you can. You could ruin me and I'd thank you nonetheless." Then leaned him against the headboard. "I'm all for making things easier for you, you know?"
"You don't know what you're asking right now."
As if you heard nothing, you immediately lined him up to your entrance and swallowed him in your warmth with a moan. He gasped with wide eyes. He didn't see that coming. And since when have you got the guts to disregard his words?
You were quickly put in your place, though. You realized your body composition in this world might be quite too different and that you might need more preparation for this. You knew it'd hurt, of course, but you didn't anticipate it to be this painful.
"Fuck. Why would you—" Erwin gripped your thighs. You're completely tightening on him and you had to bite your lip so hard to hide whimpers. When he realized how pained you are with that, he smirked. "Got what you wanted, huh?"
"No, I can—shit it hurts—make it fit." You're on the verge of crying already.
Despite the scorn, he still helped you out by working on your clit. "You're a complete brat. That's what you get for being a brat."
"'m sorry. I thought so highly of myself." You sobbed. He almost laughed out loud.
"You did." He mused. "And you keep on surprising me tonight." He'll put you in your place, surely, but not now when you're still crying with your idiocy.
And please, don't let him completely lose his cool. He waited so long for this.
The pain in your face slowly subsided and after some sighs, you decided to move a bit. You were still whimpering and Erwin didn't dare move yet because he wouldn't want to cut your adjustment off.
"It feels good." You mewled as you hugged him and glued your lips on his ears. You repeated the remark, and that was the cue for him to go faster. Indeed, you were able to take him properly.
"You look so eager for this. Swirling your hips like that. How vile."
"—for you." You interjected. "Only for you."
"Yeah?" He held on to your hips and thrust harder. He can't believe how aroused he gets whenever you say that. "How many times do you plan to reiterate that?"
"Until you," You bounced down harder. Both of you moaned. "Until you can't push me away anymore."
It hit him hard, then. That's why you were so eager to take him. What just happened tonight was the first time he let you melt under him so willingly— without snapping into reality and stopping. And so now you're intentionally pushing on his buttons so he'd be out from all of his restraints.
Guilt crept up his spine. He did you bad, really.
"I'm not pushing you away." He fondly remarked as he held on to your legs tighter for support. His continuous lurches are frenzied now. "I'm having you take me, see? Take all of me for your own." Your moans are unabashed and he couldn't help but look down as you have him disappear inside you. The next thing he knew, he couldn't utter coherently anymore.
"I'm—mhm—not gonna go away, you know?" You managed to huff a strained chuckle. "Why are you holding on to me tightly?"
His voice was raspy. "C-can't help it."
"So this is what you meant when you say—" You hugged him, "—you might go too hard because you've been like this for years?"
His head turned up to you in confusion. His eyes were too lidded to comprehend that, though. "I said that?"
Oh no, it was him in the karaoke bar. You're about to say no but it might raise too much confusion. "Uh, yeah? You did. One of your drunk nights."
"Seriously?" He looked horrified now and you silenced him with a kiss even before he could see through your lie.
"I was so, so, happy hearing that, you know?" You guided his hand on your chest, gliding his fingers so he could tweak the plush skin. "I would relive that—there, yes—again and again."
"Would you?" His mouth traveled on your chest to shower the other tit with attention as he rubbed the other.
"I would! But—" Then you punctuated the remark with a hard thrust intended to draw out a grunt. That indeed made him moan out loud. "This is for giving me countless orders though, annoying man." You randomly let out. You can't be too kind with your words as you did earlier. This is a futile attempt to stay in character. An attempt is better than nothing at all.
"Oh, so you don't like being commanded? Then why were you looking at me like a little puppy waiting for my orders on your knees?" As if to prove a point, his tone suddenly became serious, "Open your mouth for me. Tongue out." You almost gasped and clenched unintentionally. As soon as you followed, he immediately sucked on it and kissed you fervently again. "What's with that, then? Pray tell, gorgeous." He chuckled in between the kisses, "You're clenching hard on me like a good girl."
You didn't answer and it just pushed him to mock you further. "Stop." He knew better than to think that you actually could so he held on to your thigh to completely halt you down. "You don't like being ordered?" He repeated.
"I don't." You lied in conviction.
"You don't, hm." He repeated in ponder. "Well, then. I guess I'll just get off all by myself."
You huffed and your smile faded. "Why?"
"I don't like a spoiled brat lying on my face."
You genuinely think he wouldn't be able to stop, but he's completely amused to not let his point be established. With the look on his face, he could really leave you here as he chases down his high.
Oh, well. You're just kidding around after all. "Sorry, Commander." You weakly muttered, your tone sultry.
"Uh-huh. Get off me, then." He gave you a chaste peck to cut off your whine. "Get off now." You did, begrudgingly and with a frown. He then gestured one of your hands in your folds, the other one on your chest. "Convince me you deserve to be forgiven."
You looked at him pleadingly but he only gave you a soft smile so you did what you were asked for. You rubbed, curled a finger inside, and intentionally opened up from time to time so he'd see how bad of a dripping mess you are. When he started to palm himself up at the sight, you released a whimper. "No, wait! Stop that."
He curled his eyebrows at you but before he could reprimand you for that, you bargained. "I want you to come inside me. I'll put on a show for you as long as you want but you'll come inside me." His eyes widened then and he stopped in his tracks. Who the fuck wouldn't? That's the cue for you, though. You dived into his hold again and quickly lined up. He would've pushed you away to amuse and mock you further, of course, so you cut his thoughts off by riling him up as you take him again. "All of it stays inside, please?"
That's it. Playing around is over now.
To hell if you end up knocked out. He can't be gentle with you when you beg him like that. You know what you're doing.
He swatted you away from his grasp, held on to your wrist, and laid you down. He's now hovering on top of you. He landed a wet and messy kiss yet again and when he shoved his shaft inside you without warning, you let out a broken sob and he swallowed it down. He lost his rhythm yet again. His gut is tightening as well and the way you're arching your back made him aware that your release is hanging on the precipice. He sat up and had his knees on support as he continued jolting in you, watching you bounce up and down as he rearranged your insides.
And when the pace became beyond satisfactory for him, he placed his hand on your abdomen and pressed on it. You let out a sudden gasp. "W-wait, it feels too much–"
"You want to stop now? Hm?" Erwin cooed. He's already out of it, completely out to even take cues on your pleas.
"It feels too much—hah—I'm coming."
"Yeah, let it out for me. I'll paint your walls white like you asked me to, sweetie."
And with a cry, your mind dissolved in pleasure and orgasm rippled. Your walls spasmed and it didn't take too long for him to acquiesce to your needs. Coil snapped inside Erwin and he emptied himself inside you with a grunt. Your hips shuddered as you milked him dry. He quickly pulled himself out of you after a while. Despite helpless mewls and your fluttering eyes towards unconsciousness, you still shakily delved a hand in between your legs and collected the dollops of cum back inside you. "Don't come out." You whispered and slightly jerked your hips. "Go back inside."
That sight almost immediately brought him back from his high.
Fuck.
He let out a dark chuckle and did you a favor, forcefully slid his two fingers inside to have it back deeply. "We have all night to do this. Don't need to worry about wasting."
You pretty much don't know what happened then. You were sure you drifted away for a while, if not hours (you hope it's not), but awakened at Erwin peppering you with kisses. When you opened your eyes barely, he gave you a smile. "Open your legs wider."
You followed suit. "Wha– we're still going?"
"Fold it to your chest."
"Do you still have—"
He cut you off with one quick thrust that completely made you yelp. He didn't even need to ask if you could take it, your mixed-up fluids did the job of making the pace sloppier.
"You told me—" He cut himself off with a snap of his hips, "—to take you in any way I could." He released a sneer then, completely delighted at the sight of you being a wordless mess beneath him. "You should've wished for something—ah, fuck, you're tight—you could take, you know?"
"N-no, I'm taking it well." You haven't even come down from the shock yet. "I wouldn't mind if you'd—" He cut you off with another thrust and clicked a wry smile.
You made an attempt to talk again but he repeated the action. Indeed, he was successful; your coherence left you for good and totally enclosed you with a mere moaning mess. You're ruined for good. You used to be well-versed with your words, Erwin thought as he continued pounding you senseless. You could get near to his eloquence even if he's certain that he's still way better. He's always been so impressed with your capabilities. That's why he's completely, utterly, taking pride in how you're struggling to speak in between right now. He's messing you up— finally messing you up and no one could. Just how was he able to hold back this long? What led his patience to run this dry?
"Erwin, it's quite too much—" You pause and purse your lips tight as you don't want him to stop.
"Lay down," He urged and you still followed quickly. He almost smiled a little too wide. "That's it. Lay down and take more."
Only when you felt your high teetering did you yelp, "No, wait! I might let out too much—" Of course, it's too late now, you silly being. He felt it again, you tightened so bad and shockwaves gripped your body. What completely took him was when you spurted all over his lower stomach. Your limbs shook for a while and you were too shocked to even mind the mess that you just made. Your orgasm stained his sheets. It took him quite a while to process that as well, completely wide-eyed and mouth almost gaping. That felt utterly good.
He endearingly rested his palm on your cheeks as if to gently coo you, reward you for doing that, "You must love me so much to let me do and see all this, don't you?" But his grip on it was completely contrary. He clung to you just so he could rut deeper and deeper.
Still, you nodded and attempted to answer. "I love—hah, wait, you're going too fast—"
"You love what?" He taunted. Erwin's too spent already. His mind's in shambles. He barely heard you, even. He could only comprehend remnants of your phrases.
"You!" You choked on your breath. "I love you. 'm sorry. I should've said so— s-sooner."
Oh no, he's taking it back. You're the one that's best at words.
He was lost for good then, completely debauched that he can't even tease you anymore. The sound of slapping skin isn't enough, your whimpers aren't enough, and even the sensation isn't enough. The way he gulped down his greed exuded some sort of pity for you but he can't let it go now. You're so good. He lived his life very reluctant on laying his hands on you. You're so divine. He would even get nightmares whenever he dares to touch you; that's how undeserving he is. Yet you deliberately let him do this— blurted out how you love him with ease, looked at him full of endearment as if he's not giving you a hard time.
And you were crying now, not sure if it's because you finally said it or the overstimulation. You figured it might be both. You finally did, oh god, you did. The look on Erwin's face was full of adoration as well. He looked completely gratified hearing that. His face laced with sincere delight for finally having and hearing something deprived of him for so long; it's as if that was the greatest thing he had ever heard in his dreary life.
Oh, I hope you could see this as a dream in our world.
"'m sorry." He finally muttered as he kissed the tears away. "You can take more. That's it. Just a few more."
He followed suit, then. Gave you all of him, spilled himself inside. He was letting out too much that he wasn't able to help himself but utter a long moan. He engulfed you with a kiss again in hopes of lowering his voice. He realized your small sobs so he whispered sweetly, "Just a little bit more, love. I'll just make sure it won't drip, hm? You're being so good for me." So you let him, not like you have any other choice. You want all of it and he's gripping your thigh hardly. Your mind is shattered and can't even flutter your eyes open at this point. Your body's totally limped.
Upon getting down from his high, Erwin heaved a gentle laugh. "Oh no, I broke you." He's proud of it now but he just knew he'd regret going so hard for you the next morning. "I'm sorry, 'm sorry." He showered your almost unconscious figure with kisses. "I went a little too much, hadn't I?" Then ended it with a nuzzle on your forehead.
You did, but okay, just let me rest and you could do more. You tried to say but you're too disheveled to be coherent. What Erwin heard instead was "—more."
He curled his eyebrows. "More, you say?" Then stroked your head, both in endearment and in scorn if that's even possible. "You're too dumbed out to take more, love." He actually doesn't mind, but seeing you so worn out like this? He clearly gets a little too greedy at times but he wouldn't let that go over his want to take care of you— actually, no. He can't lie to himself. He'd take more of you later on; he'll just spend a while massaging your sore muscles for now.
He's sure you couldn't hear him by now. You completely blacked out, his seed still dripped out a bit even though he made sure it'd stay inside. You look in complete peace, though, very much contrary to what just happened. The sight swelled his heart yet again.
And you just told him you love him.
He could seriously die right now.