"Should we really be doing this right now?" He tried in an attempt to make you backtrack. As if he's still in the headspace to let you out of this room; as if you didn't notice how his tone urges for your affirmation.

"Do you want to stop?" You murmured with pleading eyes as indeed, any hint of hesitance from you would subject this occurrence back to square one.

He let out a raspy chuckle then. "You must be desperate for this."

"For you."

His face laced with a hint of fluster; you responded with a smile. You know it by now. He just needs to be reminded of that and his mind will be on quite a rampage, his composure will stay but he'll be lost with himself nonetheless. It's something you've noticed whenever he takes you in that world. Seeing how he muttered a curse under his breath then concealed it with a chuckle, you know the one in front of you isn't in any way different.

As if to reward you for saying such a thing, he pinned you to his door and languidly placed his lips on yours. He bit on it, ran his tongue over, and there you're certain you'd garner a bruise along the way. He placed a thigh in between your legs that you could rub yourself on and took complete pleasure with the small gasps and moans you let out for him, even though he knew some of it was because of how hard he was going.

You don't expect Erwin to be as soft as he is 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. 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 so.

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 heated to handle. Your lips were barely touching and both of you were breathing in each other's air.

He's supposed to apologize upon noticing how flushed your lips became—nearing swollen, even—after the heated kiss, but he let out a small smirk instead. That's his doing, for dreary years worth of adoring you from afar.

"What would you like your pathetically desperate woman to do?" You whispered in between pants.

Oh, so now you're asking him. His smirk widened. It's not like he doesn't want it but he actually thought of giving you the privilege to choose what'd happen tonight. But well, if this is how you like it, "Kneel down for me."

The low command made you weak on the knees and so you immediately followed through. Facing him down below, you realized how hard it's struggling to be out of its confines.

That must be painful. You looked up at him submissively, silently asking for the next order; a little consolement of what you've done to him.

"Remove it," he doesn't even need to particularize what's to be removed. Erwin was beyond amused at the sight. He honestly prefers to show you how cherished you are more than himself but if you really want to be so adorable below him then you could be his guest.

His length laying bare in front of you exuded a 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.

And so he placed a 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. He caressed your head fondly, satisfied. "If I ask you to take me nicely now, would you follow?"

The gesture transcended the reluctance. You wrapped your hands around his shaft and without turning away from his gaze, you took a taste of him with a swirl of your tongue. Erwin shut his eyes tight in pleasure and he gripped your head harder. Eager to exude more reactions, you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes to feel more. Despite the oddity of the feeling as well as the taste, the way he was holding you and his pleased sighs became your utmost focus and source of pleasure.

Of course, even though Erwin is on the precipice of just ravaging 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. But you were urging, encouraging the man to go deeper by pushing your tongue against your bottom jaw just so he'd get more space inside. Erwin opened his eyes again then what he saw pulled out another smile — eyes glued on him endearingly wide, hollowed cheeks tightening around his length, drip of saliva on your mouth. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.

However, he also didn't miss what you're trying to do between your legs. A hand in between, moving it slightly and grinding it on your clothed core.

"Hands," his tone was stern. "I'll give you everything later on."

You quickly fixed it then, wrapped a whole hand fully on his length. There, he realized you actually have no idea how to work on it and so you're seeking his approval for every move. He let out a strained laugh and then guided you through it. He adjusted your hand; removed your fingers away from his dick except for the index and thumb. "First time?"

"You're the only one I'd be willing to." You immediately answered.

Goodness, you have to calm down with your words.

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 realized how hard he's using your mouth ignited a hot spark between your legs. It's contrary for Erwin, though, as his mind is imploring; never in his life he thought he would beg and he's quite glad you're too busy to realize that.

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."

"You'll give me more, right?"

Oh, 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. He wrapped his palm around your neck and there you realized what he was on. He's pushing down his tongue in your mouth so it'd be wetter, he's making you collect it with ease. The grip on your jaw is intended to avoid you from swallowing it down. He withdrew after a while; your cheeks are 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 made him moan. 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 build up as he's stopping himself from gripping your hair out of pleasure.

"I'm close," and yet he didn't push you away. He rather dug you down on him harder. So good for him, 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 don't even care how hard he's bucking his hips, your numbed throat, your tears streaming down. Nothing is going on in your mind until he sputters his release with a grunt. Indeed, he didn't let your mouth out of him as he came. Erwin gagged you deep so you'd 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 and helped you stand properly by placing his hip between your legs.

"Don't swallow. Let it drip down your mouth." He quickly remarked as he cupped your face up to his level. Erwin smiled at the sight. "Look at that. Look how messed up you are." Drawn at the sight, eyes gleaming bright as if he had seen something he's been curious about for so long. Too caught up in pleasure to even speak, he focused on wiping his essence languidly. He snapped out of it when you finally swallowed everything in your mouth, not letting a drip waste anymore. With wide eyes, he asked, "Did you just—"

You cut whatever stupid inquiry he's about to muse, "More, commander."

You thought he might not want to kiss you when you're full of him but he did as soon as you said that, passionately so. 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 is tight, eyes welled up. You're almost ruined. It's only the start of the night but you're nearing ruins. 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, not as evident as how he looks at you in your world but swelled your heart just the same. When no garment's left in you, you wrapped your arm around him again, sweetly landed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, then helped him remove his clothes.

You observed the distinctions as soon as he's laid bare completely. The scars you could see without help from your subconscious, his vulnerability as you caressed it, a poignant smile on your face. It must be the time Erwin would get insecure and backtracks, but he did the opposite instead. He pulled you slightly towards him and peppered the scar on your collarbone down your chest with wet kisses.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in between. You nodded with a smile; he returned it gently. "See, I'm actually trying to be gentle right now." 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?"

"I told you to take me in any way you could. You could ruin me and I'd thank you nonetheless." Then you had him leaned 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 lined him up to your entrance and swallowed him in your warmth with a moan. He almost gasped. He didn't see that coming at all. 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 really too different and that you need more preparation for this. You knew it'd hurt, of course, but you didn't anticipate it to be this painful.

"Fuck—" he gripped your thighs. You're completely tightening on him and you have to bite your lip so hard to hide whimpers. When he realized how pained you are with that, he almost sneered. "Got what you wanted, huh?"

"No, I can—shit it hurts—make it fit." You're on the verge of crying already.

Now you just hurt yourself, it annoyed him a bit. He doesn't plan on hurting you tonight. He helped you out by working on your clit. "You're a complete brat. Look where it got you."

You grind on his fingers, "'m sorry. I thought so highly of myself." Then sobbed. He almost laughed out loud.

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 so Erwin didn't move yet.

"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 this time.

"You look so eager for this," he stuttered raspily as he gathered the rhythm. "—swirling your hips like that."

"—for you." You interjected. "Only for you. Please."

"Yeah?" He held onto your hip 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 a hard snap into reality. You're intentionally pushing on his buttons so he'd be out of all of his restraints.

Guilt crept up his spine. He did you badly, really.

"I'm not pushing you away." He fondly remarked as his hold tightened more. His continuous lurches are frenzied now. "I'm having you take me, see? Take all of me for your own."

You moaned unabashedly and he can't help but look down as you have him disappear inside you. You almost winced at how hard he was gripping but your laugh resonated more. "So is this what you meant when you say you might—" you hugged him tight in return, "—go too hard because you've been like this for years?"

His head turned up to you in confusion, eyes too lidded to comprehend what that meant. "I said that?"

Oh no, it was the drunk him in your world. "You did."

"Seriously?" He looked horrified now; 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— yes, like that— 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—" you punctuated the remark with a hard thrust intended to draw out a grunt. That indeed made him groan. "This is for giving me countless orders though, annoying man." 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 clenched unintentionally at the tone. As soon as you followed, he sucked on it and kissed you fervently again. "What's with that, then? Pray to tell, gorgeous." He chuckled in between the kisses, "You're clenching hard on me like a good girl."

The lack of an answer just pushed him to tease you further. "Stop," but he knew better than to think that you actually could so he held on to your thigh to halt you down. "You don't like being ordered, hm?"

"I don't," you lied in conviction.

"You don't…" He repeated in ponder. "I guess I'll just get off all by myself, then."

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, tone sultry.

"Get off me," he said and you whined. He gave you a chaste peck with a chuckle. "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 that 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." Erwin's 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 tease further, of course, so you cut his thoughts off by riling him up as you took 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 below him. 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 that he sneeringly swallowed down. He lost his rhythm then. His gut tightens; the way you're arching your back had him aware that your release is hanging on the precipice just the same. He sat up on his knees as he continued jolting, 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 about to—"

"Yeah, let it out for me. I'll paint your walls white like you asked. You want that, don't you?"

With a cry and faint yes, 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 and 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."

The sight almost immediately brought him back from his high.

He did you favor then. Erwin 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 next. 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.

Why does he keep on smiling sweetly tonight?

"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.

He's 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. He's always been so impressed with your capabilities. How prideful the commander could be with that? 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 tried to sit up. You don't want him to stop, but still.

"Lay down," he sternly said and you followed quickly. He almost smiled a little too wide. "That's it. Lay down and take more." And trapped you by resting his hand just beside your head. He used it as his support.

Only when you felt your high teetering did you yelp, "No, wait! I might let out too much—" of course, silly you, it's too late now. 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. He froze. It took him quite a while to process that, completely wide-eyed and mouth almost gaping. That felt utterly good.

After clicking another smile, he continued languidly and endearingly rested his palm on your cheeks as if to gently coo and reward you for doing that. "You must love me so much to let me do and see all this, hm?" But his grip on it was completely contrary. He went faster again. 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 and his mind is 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."

He's taking it back. You're the one who's best at words.

He's 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 to lay his hands on you. Such divinity. 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're 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 — full of adoration, completely gratified, sincerely delighted to finally have and hear something that was deprived of him for so long. It's as if that was the greatest thing he had ever heard in his dreary life.

You're not even sure if you'd see the other him again but you have nothing but hope that he'd see this as a dream in your world somehow.

"'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 can't help but utter a long moan, so 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. 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; he will not let you move until he's finished. At this point, your mind is shattered and can't even flutter your eyes open. Your body's totally limped.

"Oh no, I broke you." Erwin heaved a gentle laugh after getting down from his high. He's taking pride in it now but he just knew he'd regret going so hard for you the next morning. He showered your almost unconscious figure with kisses. "I'm sorry. I went a little too much, didn't I?" Then end it with a nuzzle on your forehead.

"You did, but it's okay, just let me rest and you can do more."You tried to say but you're too disheveled to be coherent. What Erwin heard instead was "—more."

He curled his eyebrows then cupped your cheeks. "More, you say?" Both in endearment and mockery if that's even possible. "You're too dumbed out to take more, sweetie."

He actually doesn't mind, but seeing you so worn out like this? He indeed gets a little too greedy at times but he wouldn't let that go over his want to take care of you—okay, no. He can't lie to himself. He'd take more of you later on but he'll spend time massaging your sore muscles for now.

He's sure you couldn't hear him by now. You completely blacked out with his seed dripping out a bit even though he made sure it'd stay inside. You look in complete peace, though—breathing is steady, eyes shut tight, and face relaxed—very much contrary to what just happened. The sight swelled his heart yet again.

And you just told him you love him.

As much as the devil in him likes to backtrack for how undeserving he is, you transcended the voices with so much ease.