#commander erwin

leon kennedy

sleep has been hard to come by for the last few weeks, your chest is always too tight, your muscles are always too wound up and your brain is always too fast for your body to wind down from 

so of course, of course you hear a knock at your front door right when you’re just moments away from finally slipping into sweet unconsciousness 

you swipe your phone from your nightstand, groaning with frustration and nearly flinching at the harsh glow from your screen. 

the hours illuminated before you read at 3:27 am and do nothing but burn into your tired corneas and make your irises sting. lovely. 

your legs swing off the edge of your bed and you rise, struggling to maintain your balance as you trudge to the door, grunting at the unknown person when the sounds behind your door grow louder and more hurried 

you grab the gun gifted to you by a man you see once in a blue moon, always keeping it safely tucked under the drawer of your vanity 

you manage to clumsily grasp it just before you make it out of your bedroom, holding it behind the small of your back once you meet the door 

“can you fucking hold on? god,” you groaned, cutting off the rapping fist against your door by swinging it open, your hazy eyes flitting up to see who had the audacity to try and break down your door at such an ungodly hour 

“hey.” your heart immediately sinks the second your eyes adjust amidst the darkness and are able to make out the figure before you, the familiar voice above you ringing in your ears and echoing in your head like a church bell 

“fuck off.” you spit, rushing to shut the door in his face 

he shoves his boot between the door and the frame, forcing it open 

he says your name softly, the sound coming out like a rumble sheathed in lace, and you’re infuriated with yourself at how much it disarms you 

enough to where you’ve released your weight against the door to allow him entrance inside, watching idly as he shuts the door behind him

his eyes clock the wrist you have behind your back and he’s quick to tug the gun he left you the last time he saw you from out your hand, exhaling a dry laugh when he glances at it 

“jeez, didn’t realize you were that pissed at me,” he jokes, setting it on the entryway table behind him as if it were set of keys in the bowl 

your eyes meet his in a sharp glare and it silents him, your arms come up to subconsciously guard yourself, folding over your chest with a quiet huff 

“what the hell are you doing here, leon?” you ask, voice sharp and wary

he frowns, wavering in front of you with an awkward amount of space between your bodies, not as close as he’d like to be but close enough to where it makes your body run hot from his warmth if you focus on it for too long 

“i wanted to see you.” he says quietly, hushed in a way that reads as an admittance of something he shouldn’t say aloud 

the pulse on the side of your throat jumps along with your heart, thumping hard against your chest cavity at his lack of a veil from his intentions, never quite used to his blatancy 

“okay well… you saw me… you can go now.” you muttered, jutting your chin back towards the door 

he sighs, taking the initiative to be the one to step forward, taking your arms in his large hands, scorching you behind his warm palms

he gently wrangles you in place when you try to squirm away, forcing you to look at him 

“i’m sorry.” he says as softly as he holds you, tilting his head to meet your eyes 

“you say that every time and then you just up and leave leon, the song and dance is getting kind of old you know.” you huff, trying to blink away the tears burning your waterline 

his frown deepens at the sight, expelling a dejected sound from the base of his throat 

one hand slides up from your arm and up to your jaw, grasping you with care and a delicate touch, unlike anything else that falls into his hands 

he cups your cheek and swipes the tear that betrays your feigned indifference with his thumb, squeezing your arm with his other hand remorsefully 

“it’s not safe for me to stay around for long, you know that but i—“ 

“i don’t wanna hear it leon, if it’s sooo unsafe for you to be around me, maybe you shouldn’t come around at all.” you bite back against his gentleness, his cushioned words and loving touch makes his inevitable absence so much harder than it already is, and you don’t need more difficulty in your life than what you’ve already been handed 

regardless of that fact, deep down you know that you don’t mean what you say, leon knows you don’t mean it, but it doesn’t make the snip in your tone hurt any less 

“i’m well aware that that’s the logical thing to do.” he utters in that gravely voice that makes you weak, a curt  nod joining his words. and yet, he still makes no move to let you go 

your heart falters for a moment, because despite your anger, you find yourself fearful of the possibility of him truly leaving you and staying gone for good 

“but i’m not logical when it comes to you.” he murmurs, bending down slowly, inching towards your lips, giving you time to push him away in spite of his own hunger that begs for you to do anything but 

you don’t move away, if anything you lean in, meeting him halfway with an upwards push of your tip toes, connecting your lips together 

he groans quietly into your mouth, shuddering a sound of pure relief once your bodies connect and slot into each other

his arms don’t bother in hesitating for a second longer in wrapping themselves around your waist, holding you tight and flush to his chest 

your hands cup his face tightly, lurching deeper into him 

a subconscious need to be near him and cling onto him runs high inside you, stemming from the fear that he’ll evaporate sooner than he usually does if you’re not quick enough in establishing closeness

your body aches to map out the way his skin feels against yours once more, to just feel him close to you 

you kiss him deeply, unable to contain your moans from the contact despite wanting to punish him by remaining silent, knowing that he hates it when you’re quiet during moments such as this

“hate you,” you mutter between kisses, your body utterly betraying your false sentiments by arching up into him, a shaky moan falling from your lips and into his when he chases after you, nipping at your mouth

“i know,” he breathes out, kissing you hard

“you’re an asshole,” you add, panting against him with your fingers tightening in his hair, his hands large and warm splayed behind your back, continually pulling you in closer and closer, not satisfied with how far away you feel 

your chest was already pressed as close as can be to his, but it didn’t matter when he’d been away from you for so long, he’d never be satisfied until you two were melded into one being 

“i know,” he nods mindlessly, falling back into you hotly 

“hate that you do this to me,” you mumble against his lips, feeling his hands curl under the fat of your ass, squeezing you hard and pulling a gasp from the depths of your chest   

“i know,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck with unhurried scorching kisses 

“i missed you,” you finally admit defeatedly, with air slowly depleting from your lungs the more he kisses the side pane of your throat 

he worked his way back up to your face, his eyes flickering between yours then down to your lips. “i know. i missed you too.” he utters, crashing back into your mouth, groaning thickly into you 

you feel him press his bulge up against your clothed cunt, and you whimper something that makes his cock twitch in his tactical pants 

he slips his hands a little lower until he’s got a firm grip under your thighs, rushing to lift you up with ease as his body falls into the routine of muscle memory and carries you into your bedroom 

your arms wrap around his neck and your lips find his jaw, sponging kisses down the sharp curve desperately, toying with the ends of his hair that have grown longer since the last time you saw him 

he cradles the back of your head and sets you onto your mattress, kicking off his boots before he’s on you again, straddling you with his hands grasped tightly around your waist, keeping you still when his lips meet yours once more 

“thought about you every single day since i left,” he pants heavily, kissing down your neck, taking his time with feeling your skin on his lips

he’s unhurried in the assault down your chest, leaving wet and warm kisses over your collarbones but still moving with urgency, completely starved for you as if it were the first time 

“how you’re doing, what you’re doing,” he murmurs, almost more so to himself as he tugs down the neckline of your tank top, taking your tits in his hands and groping 

he squeezes your full flesh, sticking out his tongue to drag a hot streak across your nipples, chuckling quietly when you gasp and arch into his mouth 

“if you’re being safe…” he nips your inner breast, soothing the little bite with a drag of his tongue 

“you’re thinking about me as much as i do you…if you try touching yourself the way i touch you,” one hand abandons a breast and instead travels between your thighs to cup your pussy, the heel of his palm firm up against your clit 

he adds pressure down onto your soft mound when you try to squirm, his teeth grazing your nipple warningly with his eyes flickered up at you from under his lashes 

“or if you’re letting someone else touch you while you pretend it’s me.” 

you shake your head, shivering a shaky breath when he slowly swivels his palm up against your clothed clit 

“n-no, i-it’s only been you leon,” you whimper, rolling your hips against his touch 

his stubble tickles your tummy when he travels lower, slipping his hand from between your legs to hold your waist as his lips trail kisses down your navel 

“no?” he breathes out, kissing your soft belly 

“not letting any college boys try their luck with you?” he rumbles against your tummy, kissing you where his breath fans out 

you shake your head, hips bucking up desperately against his stubbled cheek 

with a sudden aggression and force he tugs down your little shorts and panties, clenching his jaw at the sight of your glistening pussy before him, the moonlight creeping in through the slit of your window and catching your arousal like the sheen of a diamond 

he pulls down your bottoms until they fall onto the carpet beside your bed, his wide palms coming up to smooth over your thighs, feeling your soft skin under his rough hands 

he’s quick to push them up into peaks, spreading you open and groaning at the sight of your little cunt 

“talk to me angel,” he murmurs, thumbing over your folds to spread you open 

“you touch yourself while i was gone? ever think of me while you did it?” two fingers come up and circle over your clit, slowly winding you up 

you nod dumbly, poor body trembling beneath him as your fists clench at the sheets 

“tell me everything you thought about while i eat this pussy. spare no details.” and with that he went down, ducking between your thighs with no ritualistic preamble, too hungry and impatient to wait any longer 

his tongue is hot and firm up against your folds, slowly dragging up to swirl over your clit, wet muscle rolling against it while his stubbled chin grazes over your hole 

you cry out, grappling towards his hair and tugging, pulling a low groan from his throat and into your cunt 

“i—i — fuck leon,” you sob out, your chest heaving and pebbled nipples still wet from his open mouth kisses arched into the air, hips forcibly being pinned down by his calloused hands

“i-i would think about this, a-about your mouth — haah, your tongue— mmgh,” you cry out, panting like you were mid marathon, his tongue flicking up and through your folds, circling your clit over and over messily 

“h-how your stubble feels against me, how your lips feel on m-my clit,” you breath out, your eyes squeezing shut and head falling back when he sucked on your clit, swirling over it with his tongue and adding pressure right where you needed it

“god — i mmgh, i thought about the way y-you put your fingers in m—haah fuck!” you cry out, choking on your words when he slips his middle and index finger into your cunt, grunting against your clit at how you suck in his digits 

you grip him in tight, already leaving a ring of creamy arousal around the base of his fingers, hips trembling and thighs tensed from the intrusion 

he curls right up against your g-spot, a smug upward twitch of his lips spreads across his face and over your pussy when you whine at the feeling of him inside you 

“fuck leon, feels s’fucking good,” you slur, eyes welling up with tears of overwhelming pleasure 

“would think about how good you are at this, h-how your fingers go deeper than mine,” he hums against your pussy, pleased with your struggle in trying to verbalize the fantasies you busy yourself with in his absence 

he’s rutting against your bed in slow rolls, trying his best to not cum in his pants

he refuses to waste a single drop until he can work his cock in you, wanting nothing more than to fill you up and watch his cum pour from your used pussy 

“m-missed your cock, would try and ride m-my toy while thinking of you, but i-it never was as good as you,” you whine breathlessly, grinding your cunt into his mouth onto his fingers, slowly growing delirious from the buzzing sensations he’s fucking into you 

he pulled his fingers back, pads of his digits still breaching your entrance as he slowly rose from your lower half, lips wet from your cunt while hovering above you 

“my poor girl.” he grunts breathlessly, a little curl in the corner of his lips and a sudden thrust forward with his fingers deep inside you, diving down to kiss you hard and inhale your gasp filled moan 

“tell me you need me,” he says, eyes drinking you in to watch the way your face contorts as he fucks you on his fingers 

“i need you leon,” you sob, fisting at his fitted long sleeve. “please, i-i always need you,” 

your desperate response makes his heart ache and his cock jump in his pants, pulling a groan from his throat and into the crook of your neck

all your begging, all your teary eyed mewls for leon got you right where you wanted, with you stretched out and taking his cock until you could barely answer him, until you could barely open your eyes 

his clothes as well as yours were scattered across your room, completely ignored along with everything else except for the hot drag of his cock inside you 

he had made you cum twice, and he was currently pulling a third one of out you, his stamina (which you conveniently forgot about until the first orgasm he drew out of you, noticing how he managed to remain rock hard afterward) would not give up until he made you finish once more 

“cmon baby,” he panted, his fingers drawing over your clit while his hips slammed against your ass 

“‘know you got another one for me, know you can do it baby,” he grunted, slamming into you hard as his bicep tightened around your throat 

he had you face down ass up, unable to do anything but take his cock as far as it could go inside you 

“c-can’t, s’too much,” you sobbed, your smaller hands gripping at his huge bicep under your chin 

“yes you can, and you will.” he hissed, pulling back just to slam back inside, his fat cock ruining you for a third time 

your poor little pussy weeped around his shaft, evidence of your previous two orgasms dripped down your thighs and left his cock soaked and slick, fat cockhead still red and eager to kiss all the sensitive spots inside of you 

it’d been so long, too long since leon last had you, and he couldn’t get enough of you or your cunt that kept sucking him in regardless of your contradicting sobs 

even now, he still figured that even after making you cum once more, he’d still want you again, not sensing an end to his desire for you 

“you really gonna tap out before an old man?” he teased breathlessly, his arm squeezing around your throat just that much more, his mocking words falling into the back of your hair 

before you could even respond, he shoved himself deep in your cunt, filling you until his balls met your clit, rocking in and out of you languidly 

“fuck — leon!” you wailed, thrashing beneath him as he continually pistoned up into your g-spot, his fingers rubbing your raw clit until you came all over again

“that’s right, cum on me baby you got it,” he groans, thrusting inside a few more times, working over your clit until a strained, almost pained moan fanned into the bicep he has around your throat 

he buries himself in you, kissing your shoulder blade and murmuring a choked out apology as he fucks another load in you, groaning loudly into your neck when the third wave of ecstasy washes over him just as good as the first one 

he inches back to spread your ass apart, a low groan rumbling from his throat when he watches the way your combined cum he just fucked into you seeps out and trickles down his shaft and onto your sheets 

he slowly unsheathes himself from you, his heavy body making itself available for your shaking and needy one to find comfort in, holding you tight when you shuffle around to lay in his arms 

he holds you in his chest, big strong arms cradled around you while his hand keeps your head tucked into his neck 

your bedroom is quiet save for the pursuit you both share in retrieving your breaths and the gentle tapping of rain against your window 

“leon?” you finally speak, your eyes on the ceiling and index finger drawing small shapes on the arm he’s got around you 

“yeah?” he answers just as softly, gently scratching at your scalp 

“please don’t just…leave in the middle of the night again…” you plead quietly, the baseline of your voice wavering nervously 

he frowns, immediately guilty at your plea, knowing that he’s the reason for your fear 

“i won’t.” he promises, craning his neck to kiss your forehead 

you grow warm in his hold, smiling to yourself as you let your body relax at his reassurance 

“okay…because if you leave again and try to come back, i will kick your ass.” you huff, playfully punching at his stomach 

he laughs, nodding with a feigned pain filled groan at your little punch 

“i know.” 

nanami kento

you’re too kind. it’s almost to a fault. 

you are too helpful, too considerate, too young, too intelligent and wonderful — overall too good to be in the corporate world 

nanami doesn’t understand why or how you’re satisfied with being his secretary 

you could be out there doing things that are far more worthwhile

and he doesn’t think assisting him or the god forsaken company he subscribes his time to are anywhere near worthwhile

and yet there you are, making his life amidst the painful drone at work a bit easier to digest 

because of this, of his quiet gratefulness for you, he found himself actually attending the christmas party thrown by the higher ups

the entire thing was put together to boost company morale and make everyone strive for something greater, completely unaware that nothing was going to happen except for a bunch of salarymen getting drunk at the office 

nanami despises overtime almost more than anything, as well as the men he works with 

he hates clocking in and seeing the faces of people who have no respect for anyone but themselves, to be surrounded by long figures with endless zeros while knowing he’ll only be making maybe a quarter of it 

but seeing you there? smiling at everyone like they deserve the privilege of gazing at your beautiful face, or to be able to see the way you fill out that dress of yours? 

despite the low hum of jealousy in his veins, seeing you there made the unpaid trip to the office worth it 

he knows he has no right to be jealous to begin with, or possessive for that matter 

you’re his secretary, and quite a young one at that 

fresh out of college, baby faced and too sweet for her surroundings 

you’re too young for him. he knows that, anyone who would hypothetically see you together would know that 

and yet his heart thumped the same in spite of that when you came up to him, already a little tipsy from the wine that his peers all too eagerly fed you before he arrived

you leaned up even with your heels on to pull him in for a hug, a bright smile on your face sparkling in a way that made the lights strung along the office seem dull 

he returned your hug, his hand resting high on your back as a means of trying to maintain respect, patting you with gentle affection before you pulled away 

he attempted to lay low throughout the night, not bothering to go out of his way to talk to people he didn’t even like, he just hung back to ensure no one else tried to fill you up with anymore alcohol 

but nanami keeping to himself was out of the question in your book, you pulled him into the midst of things, trying to ensure he didn’t feel left out or lonely, completely unaware to the fact that you were the sole reason he even showed up 

and when you noticed the mistletoe hung above your heads, he knew he was fucked the second your eyes slowly dragged down to meet his, a little smile curling itself in the corner of your lips 

he knew it was trouble, knew he should’ve denied you when your hands tugged on his tie to bring him down to your level 

but he didn’t, he couldn’t 

he held your hips and kissed you somewhat timidly, forcing himself to hold back 

but then you flicked your tongue over his lips, giving him a taste of the fruity wine you’d been drinking earlier in the night, and in return the flavor of a strong whiskey he’d been nursing transferred on your tongue, and it left you wanting more 

it left nanami wanting more 

and before he could pause to take a moment and think before speaking, he leaned down and uttered, “meet me in my office.”

his hands that he had around your waist tightened enough to make you dizzy from the warmth 

and that’s where you currently find yourself, straddling nanami in his office chair, dress hiked up around your waist and poor little cunt getting split open by his fat cock 

your arms are wrapped around his neck, just loose enough to have the mobility to pull back and crash your lips back down onto his, kissing him properly 

it’s messy, messier than you’d ever expect your boss to be

with how he’s fucking you, it makes you grateful for the lively chatter just outside the walls of his office, the sounds from the people whom you see every day are there to muffle the sobs and tearful moans that you pour into his mouth as he drives his cock in and out of you

he’s so deep inside you that your mind can barely compute it, can barely comprehend how good he’s stuffing you full of him 

“n-nanami,” you cry, lips bumping into his with your forehead pressed to his temple, panting shakily as you bounce on his cock 

“kento,” he chokes out, his head falling back against his chair from the weight of pleasure that comes with your tight pussy gripping him, your head falling in suit and resting just under his chin 

“c-call me kento,” he grunts, his hands gripping your ass hard, bruising his hand print into your plush flesh, sending a particularly hard thrust up and into you 

you whine at his response, cunt pulsing around him when you nod dumbly, fisting at his neat suit and wrinkling it in your hands, tugging with a backward fall of your head, groaning in the air at the way his pelvis grinds against your clit 

“kento — you’re so…so good, feels so perfect in me,” you whimper, slowing your hips to sink all the way down on him, rocking back and forth to feel his cockhead smooch your g-spot 

he shivers, his jaw coming down in a tight clench at your praise, embarrassed by how much it really turns him on, how it makes his cock twitch with the threat of spilling into you prematurely 

he buries his face in your chest, baring his teeth over your cleavage, nipping and kissing you wetly 

he pulls your dress down, throwing caution to the wind when the seams rip and split, exposing your bare breasts 

he can just sheath you in his coat, and fuck, the thought of you limping out of his office with him, hand in hand, all buttoned up in his coat makes that possessive streak burn hot in him all over again

it makes him catch your nipple between his teeth and for his cock to strike right up against your cervix, colliding into it with desperation 

you cry out so pathetically it makes him never want to pull out, makes him wish that he could just devote himself into a life of hedonism with you and live just like this, with you on top of him, pussy sucking in his cock and lips locked together in a perpetual kiss

“kento!” you hiccup through whiny moans, and he groans at the sweet sound and into your skin, assaulting your soft tits with his hot mouth 

“you’re so tight,” he shudders, swallowing hard when he looks up at you, watching the way you take his cock like you fucking need it to survive, every drag of that cunt of yours sends him further and further into an addiction with you as the source 

“please touch me,” you whimper so fucking endearingly he can’t help but tend to you, to bring his fingers to your little clit and rub 

“that feel good?” he breathes out over your lips, unable to stop himself from kissing you between his words 

you nod prettily, swollen lips puckering to meet each of his kisses like its second nature 

“m’s-so close kento,” you moan under a trembling tone, bucking your hips on his cock sporadically, twitching every so often from how well he works your clit on his fingers 

he doesn’t need to be told twice, he focuses on your pleasure, taking full control to fuck up into you, letting you lay boneless in his arms while he draws an orgasm out of you 

he rocks your hips for you over his thick length, letting you use his leaking tip to nudge up into your g spot while his fingers circle your clit in tandem 

he doesn’t stop the momentum he’s built up for you, only kicking it up higher when he hears the way your breaths come out shorter and more shallow, the way your sobs get shakier and shakier, rubbing your clit and fucking you through your shattering climax

he keeps you in his lap, rolling his hips up into you and coaxing you through it, kissing at your collarbones and slowing his fingers and thrusts when you start to tremble in his arms, pulling you by the back of your neck to capture you in another kiss 

both hands find your waist again, and he uses you like a fucking toy, bouncing you up and down his cock despite the sensitivity between your legs, unable to slow down due to his overt eagerness to cum inside you 

and when you moan in his mouth, pulling back for some air, your hands on his chest and nose nudging his, a soft little, “kento,” falling from your lips into his is what does him in 

your poor abused cunt clenches around him one last time when he rams his hips up into yours, his cockhead spurting thick loads of his cum deep inside you 

you weakly grind against him, helping him through his orgasm to make sure he lets out every last drop in you 

he shivers, his face falling into your chest and hands gripping your hips hard when you fuck yourself onto him, your name escaping his mouth raspily

he pulls out with a wince, panting just as heavy as you

his hands loosen around your hips, and you bring yours to your cunt, laughing softly and lazily as his cum pools into your fingers 

his eyes flit down and his slowly softening cock twitches at the sight, his adam’s apple bobbing hard 

he brings his hand to your wrist, gently maneuvering you to wipe his cum over your pussy, making a mess of your used cunt 

you whimper as he makes you rub his cum over yourself, squirming lightly in his lap from how sensitive you are 

but when he releases you, and watches you bring your cum soaked fingers to your parted lips and sees the way you suck on them with your eyes never leaving his?

he feels the blood begin to rush to his spent cock all over again, his heart racing when you glance down at it, then back up at him with a mischievous smile 

“do you want me on my knees this time, kento?” 

erwin smith

you’re something of a stress reliever for erwin. something sweet he can sink his fingers into and allow himself to be messy with 

he knows he should leave you be, he knows how the paper would eat him alive more than it already does if it were to come out that he was fucking his subordinate — a scout 

no one within the walls of paradis respects the scouts for what they are, for what they do to keep everyone alive 

and while erwin takes every punch they swing right on the chin unflinchingly, he’s still a man with a heart at the end of the day 

and to see blatant disregard and disrespect for him and his troops day after day in the paper and out on the streets when they’re being sent off for an inevitable casualty filled mission, it can be more than disheartening 

he’s promised himself more than once that he’d stop indulging in you, that he’d quit allowing his eyes to flicker over you a moment longer than he does with everyone else and that he will simply let you be 

but that extra second his eyes get to lay upon you feels like torture to go without amidst the constant hell occurring seemingly every day 

in addition to the preexisting struggle of maintaining his fast from you, when he receives the umpteenth paper slandering the scouts, he tells himself the promise can be fulfilled at a later date, and that his need for your presence momentarily overrules any concepts of a moral 

“shut the door behind you.” he mutters, as you enter into his office, nodding towards the door 

of course you obey, stepping towards him with your hands behind your back once the door was shut, eyeing the way he was hunched over his desk 

his large hands that would soon be all over you splayed over the dark wood grain, his head bowed and broad back bent tiredly 

“come here. i don’t want to have to repeat myself.” he utters through an exhausted rumble, raising a hand and curling towards himself without looking up at you 

once again, you obey with no hesitation 

he slowly rises up and takes half a step back, allowing you to slot yourself between him and the desk 

your hands come up to cup his face, but he’s faster than you, he grabs your wrists and swiftly turns you around, bending you over and pinning you down against his desk 

a shaky gasp ripped from your lips when your chest came into contact with the hard surface below you, your wrists held tightly behind the small of your back 

“read that for me.” he orders, tossing the newspaper before you 

you internally deflate when your eyes scan over the words, sighing to yourself before beginning 

“scouts or scammers? where are our tax dollars really g-oh,” you suck in a sharp breath, your brows tightening together when his hand slips between your thighs, drawing two firm fingers up against your clothed cunt 

“i didn’t say stop.” he grunts, his lips ghosting over your ear before pulling back and slamming a large hand over the fat of your ass 

you take it in stride, knowing from past experiences that if you’re too loud the punishment only worsens 

“wh-where are our ta-ax dollars r-really going?” you read shakily, your hands grasping onto the paper when he releases your wrists and uses both hands to undo your pants 

“c-commander er-win smith’s l-leadership skills have recently be-en under s-scruti-ny — erwin,” you choke, your forehead faltering against the table, arching your back into him when his fingers slip beneath your panties, long digits running along your bare pussy, dragging up and down to collect your arousal and feel how slick you’ve become for him 

“am i going to have to repeat myself?” he murmurs evenly, an unspoken threat wrapped in silky steel fans against the nape of your neck, his free hand gripping the side of your ass that he swatted just moments earlier 

you shake your head, nails indenting in the dark wood below you to ground yourself 

“n-no sir…” you mumble, swallowing hard before you continue reading 

“s-since the last expedition. our s-sons and dau-aughters are se-eemingly being recruited as n-nothing more th-an — fuck — t-titan fodder…” his fingers sink into you at that, pumping his wrist behind you with slow but deep forward pivots, his left hand coming up to squeeze your breast through your uniform, gripping the soft flesh hard 

“i-it begs the qu-question…wh-why fund such a m-military br-anch whose main o-objective seems t-to be nothing m-more than en-listing — haah —“ he curls his fingers right up against the spot that makes your knees buckle, but he keeps you upright, his broad front flush against your back with his hand splayed firmly across your chest, keeping you close 

“m-mindless children w-with a death w-ish.” 

“is that what you think you are?” erwin asks lowly, his lips brushing the space just behind your ear, pulling you closer and letting you feel his hardening bulge on the side of your hip 

“do you feel like a mindless child with a death wish?” he questions, slipping his hand beneath your top to grope at your breast properly, pushing past your bra to pinch at one of your nipples 

your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds that still manage to leak through, shaking your head vigorously 

“n-no sir, i do n-not.” 

“hn,” he exhales, pushing you flat against his desk, withdrawing his fingers from your slick cunt 

a soft sound of disappointment fans against the newspaper from the loss,  but you’re quick to remain quiet, knowing better than to complain whenever he gets like this 

you hear his belt unbuckle behind you, and your clit pulses with anticipation, unable to help the sheepish yet eager wriggle of your hips, desperate to get him inside you 

he pushes down on your lower back, silently warning you into stillness, his available hand freeing himself from his pants 

he tugs yours down until they pool at your knees, grabbing your hip firmly while he guides his fat cockhead up and down your folds, circling over your clit without ever focusing enough time on it, because amidst his frustration, he finds a sick kind of solace in teasing you 

“do you think what we do here is a waste? that it’s all for nothing?” he pushes in, sliding inside you all the way and feeling a flicker of filthy satisfaction light his chest aflame at the way your hand slaps over your mouth, muffling your tearful gasp into your palm at the rough intrusion 

“n-no sir.” you answer back shakily, slowly sliding your palm off your lips to grip onto the side of his desk 

“do you question my leadership?” he grunts, pulling back just to slam all the way in, filling you to the hilt 

your teeth sink so hard into your bottom lip you start to feel droplets of blood trickle onto your tongue, your nails leaving their mark on the underside edge of the wood grain as you shake your head a confirmative no 

“words, young lady.” he orders, his hips starting to pull away and pivot forward hard, drawing back only to push deep inside you, his pace unforgiving and angry as he fucks you 

“n-no c-commander i-i do not,” you sob out, sniffling with your cheek squished against the newspaper  

“have you dedicated your heart?” he grunts in your ear, his back fully curved over yours with his cock lodged deep and far inside you, grinding hard against your sweet spot 

he’s asking in reference for more than just the scouts and the cause, you can feel it in the heft of his words and the way his cock stretches you out and fills you entirely 

in truth, you’re more devoted to him than you are for the mission to save humanity, that you love him more than anything, but you can’t say that, not now, not soon or ever you figure 

but all that you can do is nod dumbly, with your poor cunt squeezing him and gripping him deeper inside as you pant out pathetic little sounds 

“y-yes commander, m-my heart is fully dedicated.” you moan thickly into the back of your hand, your entire body jolting up and against the desk top, your heavy eyes lined with tears with every delicious stretch he fucks into your pussy 

his heart grows in his chest at your declaration, shuddering a breath into the crook of your neck with a hand trailing to your front to rub your clit 

“so wet,” he groans longingly into your neck, fucking into you harder with less of a deliberate rhythm, simply falling victim to his bodily wants and using you to draw out as much pleasure as he can 

his hand never relents between your thighs, rubbing your clit in tight controlled motions, grunting hard into the warm crevice of your shoulder

the hand not focused on your clit presses up against your lower belly, feeling his cock fuck into you over and over behind his palm, knowing he’s stuffing you in such a way makes him twitch harshly inside you

the upward jolt of his fat cockhead grinds right up against your g spot, drawing a trembling whiny moan from your bitten lips 

“erwin,” you mewl through a trembling breath, fucking yourself on his cock like an overeager puppy, panting hard 

he just pushes you down harder, and fucks into you harder, his grunts coming out in thick bouts 

his hips drive into you at an uneven but aggressive pace, his fingers on your clit moving the same, rendering you down into a mewling crying thing beneath him, spasming on his cock and clenching all around him when you’ve fully tilted over the edge 

he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing after his own rushedly 

your name falls from his mouth and into yours when he grabs your jaw and kisses you, his moans melting on your tongue as he cums inside you 

you weakly kiss him back, barely able to keep up with his hurried pace

his grip rests tight on your jaw and between your legs, his fingers and cock thrusting you forward into a sea of overstimulation

he drinks in your cries until he can’t breathe, pulling apart and resting his forehead behind the back of your head, letting you slump against the table

his hands come around your waist to hold you tight while he pumps his cock inside you a few more times for good measure, drawing out and sliding right back in with lessened sense of urgency

he rides out his orgasm just like that, fucking your well used pussy nice and easy, draining himself in your sweet and accommodating hole 

when he pulls out he’s quick to make sure you don’t fall to your knees, keeping you still while he grabs a few tissues from his desk to swipe away the cum beginning to trickle down your inner thigh 

he pulls up your pants, gently redressing you before he does the same for himself 

you’re still breathless even when he sits back down, pulling you into his lap and allowing you to fall limp in his arms 

“thank you.” he breathes out, stroking your back like you were something frail, something delicate 

you giggle lazily, your voice holding a lack of air when you lull your head upwards, tilting sidelong at him with a humorous stare 

“why’re you thanking me?” you ask softly, finally able to cup his jaw 

he leans into your touch, sighing with a tired shake of his head within your palm 

he holds your wrist, turning slightly to kiss your pulse 

“listen to me.” he begins, pulling your wrist gently and holding it firmly in your lap, staring up at you seriously 

“you are not allowed to get killed out on the field, behind these walls, or ever. that’s an order. do you hear me?” he instructs, his voice stern and precise, his eyes focused on you as if his stare alone could will fate into obeying his orders 

you soften at his words, nodding as you slip your wrist out of his weakened grip to cup his face once more, leaning down to press a loving kiss to his lips 

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