#conny springer

Connie has a crush, that is pretty obvious. Sasha and Jean tell him to man up and speak to you. They hype him up to the point of yelling "You got this!" "Go get her Romeo!"

Only for him to chicken out and turn the other way.

Connie has a crush.. So much that he spends hours day dreaming about you. He'll sigh and stare off into space. Eren will make fun of him but he can't hear it. He's too busy imagining wedding bells and how your children will look.

Children... That means sex. And boy does he think of how his crush looks naked. Your pretty tits bouncing and the way your ass ripples as he fucks you doggy style. He bites his bottom lip to the point of bleeding as his firsts his hard cock while he pretends it's you bouncing on him.

Conny has a crush.. So love drunk, he swears one day you'll be his! Reiner laughs at his confidence.. Those are big words for a guy who's too scared to talk to you. But either way, he wants his friend to be safe. So he hands Connie a f/c condom. It's for him to use just for you.. (because he heard it was your favorite color)

Conny has a crush.. He swallows his spit as Eren points out your figure in the group of girls dancing. He should have known you would be at Mikasa's party. She is your best friend after all.

His palms shake when Historia grabs him and sits him across from you. Spin the bottle.. A kids game but with a nasty twist. A private room for 20 minutes.

Erens first, and of course it lands on Mikasa. They make horny eyes at one another as they walk hand in hand to a far room on the left. Reiner and Porco hoot and holler as Eren flips them off.

Conny has a crush.. He watches you laugh and yell at your best friend. "Wreck him Mikasa! Like I told you how!"

His dick twitches.. What did you tell Mikasa to do to Eren? Would you do it to him?

He starts to sweat as more people leave the circle. His nails dig into his palms as Porco spins the bottle and leaves with a red headed girl.

Conny has a crush, and it's his turn..

He lets out a shaking breath as he spins the empty bear bottle. It spins and spins-- His heartbeat in his ears as it slows.. Over Reiner, over Historia, over hitch, over Porco-- It finally stops.

Connie has a crush and he thinks he's going to pass out! You smile at him and slightly bite your lip in such a sexy way. The action almost makes him cum then and there.

But he holds himself together as you get up and walk up to him. He can hear snickering and whistling as you hold out your hand.

"Ready? Or you can go again if I'm not your taste--"

He quickly gets up, a little too fast that you have to hold him steady.

Connie has a crush.. and She's right in front of him.

The music bumps against the walls as you sit on the bed and tap the spot next to you. He's hesitant but sits slowly. You smiled at him so sweetly.

"it's okay. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.--"

He doesn't mean to cut you off but-- Everything spills out of his mouth. "No!! I mean, I want to-- It's just.. I sort of, no I really like you. I've had the fattest fucking crush on you since the first time I saw you!"

You giggle. "Do you really? Aww. That's so sweet! Why haven't you told me?!"

He shrugs. "I try to! All the time! But I just chicken out every time. Look at you and look at me.."

A beat of silence passes and Connie wishes the ground would swallow him up. He doesn't know why you do this to him. And how you silence his loud mouth--

"Would it help if I told you I also have a crush on you too?"

He doesn't think he's heard you right. "Are you for real?"

You nod. "Yes. I even asked Historia to drag you into the game. I was hoping to get you."

He shakes his head. "I don't believe you--"

Your lips are suddenly on his. Sweet and sticky.. You taste like sweet berries and cotton candy. His eyes nearly roll back, he has to pull away.

You giggle at his blushing face. "Believe me now?"

Connie has a crush.. And she's laying below him.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you into the mattress. The pain only makes him harder--

He groans when he's somehow now on his back. You reach between the two of you and guide him back in. Your walls squeeze around the condom that now has a ring of white around the base. You move your hips and he's grabbing onto your thighs.

The way you move is mesmerizing. He needs to hang onto something, he needs to fist the sheets below him. His knuckles white as you ride him like you own him. And you do, he'd happily be yours. He'd worship the ground you walk on, kiss your feet if you wished for it.

A low moan leaves his mouth as you begin to bounce. Switching from bouncing and rolling your hips so he could abuse that sweet spot deep inside. His eyes water and he watches your tits. Pawing at them only when you grab his hands and place them there yourself.

He wants to do so much to you. Be rough and loving. He wants to fuck you, make love to you. But tonight, he lets you use him.

He sits up and wraps his arms around you. His lips crash into yours in a messy kiss.

connie 

connie has been in maybe one (1) relationship in his whole life and it was in middle school 

he’s had crushes, he’s kissed girls, hooked up with a few, but it never went further than that 

everyone thought maybe him and sasha were a thing on the low, but that’s literally his sister, he could never look at her that way, and vice versa 

jean flames him sometimes for his lack of a roster, telling him he should give in and make a tinder profile 

“hell no dude i’m not as desperate as you are, dating apps are for losers,” he scoffed, waving him off 

but…he was tired of third wheeling with sasha and niccolo all the time… 

and as the seasons got colder, it made him crave the warmth of another person in his bed, warmth that lasted longer than just a night  

so fuck it he made one 

and upon his bored doomscrolling, he found you 

you two had matched and he nearly did a backflip into a split because of it, facetiming jean and screen sharing to show him the absolute babe who matched with him 

“there’s no way a girl that hot matched with you, it’s probably a bot—

“dude shut the fuck up she texted me,” connie gasped upon seeing your notification banner, and with that he hung up and tapped on your msg 

“hi :)” 

“heyyyy” 

“ugh shit that sounded lame, why did i say that!” connie groaned to himself, but you weren’t swayed, you just found him to be cute and sweet 

you two went back and forth, and you were surprised by how much you had in common and how easy conversation flowed, it felt like you’d known him for ages 

which is what made telling him the real reason why you were on tinder that much harder 

“i do want to hang out with you connie, but i have to be honest, i have a boyfriend. i caught him cheating and… this is just kind of my way of getting back at him. i completely understand if you want nothing to do with me now.” 

connie stared at your message, reread it, screenshotted it and reread it again in his gallery, he even sent it to sasha and jean and asked for their advice 

naturally they both told him to cut his losses and drop you 

instead he just decided to sleep on it, leaving your message on delivered for the night 

your heart sunk and you knew you deserved the lack of a response and went to bed yourself 

and when you woke up the next day, there was a notification glowing on your phone, snapping you wide awake 

“are we still on for today?” 

you beamed at the message, nearly squealing as you raced to reply 

“duh. i’ll send you my address <3” 

connie’s stomach was turned into knots the whole day, stuck in waiting mode until he had to go and pick you up 

he hadn’t been that nervous over a girl in he didn’t even know how long, and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why he didn’t just follow his friends’ advice and ghost you, you yourself wouldn’t have even held it against him if he did 

but there was something in the way you spoke with him that made him feel as though that at the very least, you genuinely clicked, and he wanted to explore that even if it were only something temporary 

it’s not like he wanted to get married the next day, so he figured there was no harm and no foul in helping a hot girl get back at her cheating boyfriend 

when he picked you up his heart was racing, leaning over the center console to hug you 

your perfume wafted around him and he felt dizzy with infatuation, you were so warm, and the way your hand slowly slid from his bicep down to his wrist when you pulled away made his heart soar 

he knew he was fucked  

“you look beautiful,” he grinned, giving you a once over before starting up his car 

you actually felt flushed at his compliment, not expecting to feel truly giddy with another guy who wasn’t your boyfriend 

“thank you,” you smiled, and fuck he was already melting into the palm of your hand

he took you to the arcade at the beach, where you proceeded to hand him his own ass at nearly every single game 

the only thing he managed to win was an oversized stuffed bear and it was for you 

you carried that thing along the boardwalk, along with his jacket draping over your shoulders as the sun began to set and the air grew colder 

you saw him try to hide the way he was shivering from the cold, giggling as you nodded towards a bench and offered to sit with him for a bit

you sat the bear down beside you and scooted close to connie, looping your arm with him as you extended his jacket over his shoulders as well, cuddling into his side 

he held your waist and rested his head over yours, the action feeling as natural as ever, like he’d done it before 

you looked up at him, sharing a smile before your eyes flickered to his lips and you leaned in 

he held your chin and kissed you, sighing faintly with relief as his lips met yours. he pulled you in tight, his free hand gliding down your side, squeezing you affectionately  

safe to say after a few more minutes of kissing, you made the executive decision to go back to his car and head over to his place 

connie had you on your back in his bed sooner than you could’ve blinked

and honestly, you weren’t even planning on sleeping with him on the first date, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was that cute and so sweet 

he took his time with you, he was nervous but so fucking hard for you 

he wanted to make you feel good, and was maybe subconsciously hoping he could fuck any desire you had to stay with your boyfriend out of you 

and honestly he nearly did

he worked you up, kissing you hard in his bed and grinding against your cunt, his bulge kissing your clit through your panties in a torturously perfect way 

he almost came in his pants when you raised your hips, rutting against him impatiently while begging in his ear for him to fuck you 

you were so dazed in your lust you didn’t even ask him to put on a condom 

he felt so good like that, skin to skin, shivering when he slid into your aching hole 

his thrusts initially were slow paced and gentle, his parted lips pressed to yours as he breathed you in, twitching inside of you from how your pussy gripped him 

your boyfriend never made you feel full like that, but connie wasn’t him, he was better 

he made you cum twice that night, once on his cock while he rubbed your clit and nudged into your g-spot with his fat tip 

second was with his face between your legs, licking at your sensitive clit and tonguing you where his cock had been 

your boyfriend never went down on you but connie couldn’t imagine spending a moment without his tongue buried in you 

you swore this was only a one night thing to get back at your boyfriend, you even prefaced that before going on your date with connie 

and yet you still texted him, still asked to hangout and spend time together 

he never questioned it, never asked about your boyfriend, because when he was with you he just pretended that he was the only one 

he was fine with being your escapism away from that guy 

especially if it meant he’d have you bouncing on his cock in his car while it sat parked in your driveway, uncaring if your boyfriend came home from work early 

sometimes he’d hope your boyfriend would come home early, so he could watch and see what it’s like to fuck you properly 

to watch as he gripped your ass and guided your hips over his cock, how his teeth sunk into your shoulder while you sobbed and begged for more more more

he’d bend you across the center console and slide in, forcing you to gasp and claw at the passenger side door, knowing full well his windows weren’t fully tinted and if your boyfriend saw he’d finally know what actual pleasure on your face looked like 

usually connie never cums inside you but on one particular day, when your boyfriend really pissed you off, you stormed to connie’s, not bothering with conversation as you went straight to crashing your lips into his 

he had you laying on your side, your knee hiked up slightly, giving him enough room to push inside 

he pulled your shirt just under your chin and groped at your breasts, pinching your nipples and nipping at your skin 

“want you to cum in me connie,” you whimpered, your pussy clenching at the thought alone of him filling you up 

he swallowed hard, groaning shakily as he buried his face in your neck 

“yeah? you mean it?” he grunted, trying to hold back in case it was just you giving in to pillow talk 

but you meant it, you gripped his forearm and nodded dumbly, your mascara smudged as you looked at him pleadingly 

and connie would’ve been clinically insane to have denied you a request like that 

he came so hard in you, sending a couple rough thrusts into you, making sure you took all of it for him 

he typically cleaned you up after you two were done having sex, always taking the time to be gentle with you after, but on that night he just kissed your hip and slid your panties back on 

he drove you back to your place, parking a little further away so your boyfriend didn’t see him 

he watched from afar as your boyfriend crowded you, trying to figure out where you went off to and all he could focus on was knowing that you walked into another man’s house with his cum inside you 

levi 

levi is not one for drama or personal conflicts 

he has enough bullshit to deal with in his day to day life, why on earth would he put himself in situations that would just add to that? 

he likes his relationships to be cut and dry. he says what he means and means what he says and he expects the same from others, not just romantically but in essentially any relationship one could have 

but then he met you, and the way in which he usually navigated his relationships went completely out the window 

he worked with a professional cleaning service, and was very serious about it 

you on the other hand, had a financè who was preparing you to be a stay at home wife which left you bored and lonely at your shared house more often than not 

you had a sneaking suspicion you were close to becoming the sad stereotype you promised yourself you’d never be : stay at home wife whose husband is cheating on her with his secretary 

but when your fiancè hired the scout’s cleaning service to come in every two weeks… well… the stereotype of a lonely housewife cheating back with a handsome pool boy didn’t seem so bad 

levi was more than that of course, him and a couple of his men would accompany him to do the jobs around the house that neither you or your fiancè wanted to occupy yourselves with, but you didn’t care what levi did,  your eyes always lingered on him, completely hypnotized by the way he moved and carried himself 

he was polite but very curt and cold, always keeping your interactions short, much to your dismay  

he stayed out of your way and expected you to do the same while he worked 

and you did, you were so sweet and usually just inhabited the spaces where they weren’t working as to give them room 

you’d always encourage them to take breaks, making sandwiches and lemonade like the sweet girl you are 

levi never had a client be so kind before, nor one as beautiful as you are 

his men loved coming to your house to clean and do yard work, all the menial labor they usually hated was joyous because you were there 

levi loved to clean as it is, and although he’d have never admitted it, you definitely made it all the more enjoyable 

he pretended to not watch you sunbathe while he and his men scrubbed the tiles and walls of your pool, he pretended to not let his eyes trace over your curves or down the length of your spread out legs as you laid on your lounge chair 

he’d snap at his men on the drive to and from your house whenever they’d sexualize you or joke about giving you the attention your soon to be husband was obviously not giving you 

“if you’re going to be inappropriate and unprofessional towards a loyal client you can get the fuck out.” 

his men knew to stop talking about you like that in front of levi, knowing he was and is a no bullshit kind of guy 

but what they didn’t know is their vulgar talk sparked up these ugly feelings of jealousy and possessiveness inside him 

he hated it, he usually never felt that way but of course, his engaged client had to be the one to bring about such feelings 

and while levi has always been eerily good at self control and restraint, you were eerily good at testing his strengths

specifically on one day when he came by, alone. which was admittedly his own fault 

he stopped by to do a consultation for post-remodeling clean up in your new bathroom 

you had greeted him in a robe, and goddamnit he knew it was going to be a long day despite it only being a consultation 

you apologized for your appearance but he held a brief silent hand up, shaking his head before asking you to lead him to the bathroom 

he took notes on his clipboard as you explained the situation and as he scanned over the mess the construction workers left 

he looked infuriatingly handsome doing something so mundane, it almost made you lose track of what you were saying 

“i see. well you’re looking at 350 for the bathroom but because of your longstanding loyalty with us, i can bring it down to 280.” he stated, tucking the clipboard under his arm

“that’s kind, i’m sure my fiancè will be very appreciative.” you grinned, and levi feigned a light smile, pretending like his blood didn’t boil upon the mention of your useless fiancè 

if you were levi’s? you wouldn’t need a cleaning service, you’d have him taking care of the house you both share, he’d make sure everything was up to order and perfect to your liking 

he’d never let a bunch of men tidy up his own mess when that was his job as your man 

“are you married, mr. ackerman?” you asked innocently with not so innocent hopes 

“you can call me levi,” he started off, trying to shake off the initial shock of your sudden question 

“and uh, no. no i am not.” 

“that’s surprising…anyone would kill for a guy like you. a handsome man who cleans? and well at that is a rarity. but i’m sure you’ve got plenty of women vying for your attention.” you said softly, almost wistfully, like you were admitting to your own desires without claiming it blatantly 

levi caught on, but wrote it off as delusional longing, telling himself you were just being sweet as usual 

“if they do, i haven’t noticed.” he trailed off, feeling his heart start to pick up along with his pulse, trying his hardest to remain cool 

“levi,” you spoke, pushing yourself off of the bathroom counter and stepping towards him 

“have you noticed me vying for your attention?” you asked quietly, your fingers slowly narrowing towards the button of his dress shirt, toying with it gently as you peered at him from under your lashes 

if you asked him how things led up to you with your back pressed up against the tiled walls beside your shower door, thighs clamped around levi’s knee as he kissed you, he couldn’t say 

he held your jaw with his large hands, forcing you to turn away and allow him space to slot his lips down your neck, kissing hard into your thumping pulse

you ground your aching pussy over his muscular thigh, whining desperately as he kissed you eagerly, as if his lips to your skin was some kind of nourishment for him

he pinned your hips back against the wall, baring his teeth like a low warning against the pane of your throat 

“you’ll soak through my pants if you keep that up.” he gritted, grazing his teeth over your collarbone 

from words alone he made you throb, not used to being with a man like him before, someone so dominant who doesn’t even have to try at it 

soon you led him into your bedroom, tugging him into the bed you share with your soon to be husband 

he hovered above you, tugging open your robe unceremoniously, like ripping off a pesky seal off of packaged food 

he groaned at the sight, immediately roving his hands over you, gripping and squeezing your bare breasts, traveling over the dips in your waist and sides, palming your plush thighs and dragging his hand down your tummy, not giving you the satisfaction of touching your pussy just yet 

“do you think i’m pretty, levi?” you asked beneath him, a sincere question as you laid vulnerable under his stare 

his gaze flickered up to yours and his heart panged

he leaned down, his lips brushing yours as he slid his hand between your thighs, cupping your soaked crotch 

“you’re the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.” he said truthfully without the cushioned softness, it was a low and steely but honest statement — you truly were beautiful and he spoke of your beauty as if it were an obvious truth 

“beautiful and filthy.” he uttered, biting down on your lip as he rubbed you over your underwear, his palm already getting damp through the material 

“all we’ve done is talk about your fucking bathroom and kissed and you’re drenched through your underwear. has it been that long since your fiancè has touched you?” he asked, rubbing your clit through your panties, pure disdain and disgust tainting the word ‘fiancè’

you panted softly, nodding pathetically as you ran your hands up and down his broad back, feeling up a real man 

“y-yes, so long,” you whimpered, your hips twitching as he pressed a little harder against your clit 

“poor little housewife, all alone and neglected so she has to turn to the guy who cleans her house. a bit sad don’t you think?” he questioned, nudging his nose against your cheek as he pushed your panties to the side and sunk his fingers into your cunt 

you gasped, keening into him as you pressed your breasts against his chest 

“levi!” you moaned, tightening your legs around him 

he fingered you and swallowed your moans, flicking his wrist and pumping into you, feeling how fucking wet and tight you were over his digits, his cock aching to replace the fingers he had in you 

he made you cum just like that, fucking his fingers into your desperately willing cunt while he thumbed at your clit

but you were insatiable, you wanted – no, needed his cock, even after already cumming on his fingers. he scoffed when you still managed to weakly beg him for his cock, pretending it didn’t make him start to leak out some pre and make his cheeks burn hot

he fucked you like he’d been wanting to since the moment he laid eyes on you, hand firmly curled around your jaw, pinning you to the pillow as he kissed you hard while his cock slipped in and out of your cunt

he was so much better than your fiancé, because for one, levi could actually slide deep into your pussy, much farther than your future husband ever could

“you always this loud?” he grunted in your ear, as if hearing you sob beneath him with your tits bouncing over how good he was fucking you wasn’t literally about to make him cum 

“sorry, you’re just – mmg, fuck! – in s-so deep,” you slurred out, and goddamn, he just knew one time he with you wasn’t going to be nearly enough 

and it definitely wasn’t 

after that day, you may or may not have started finding odd jobs around the house, just to have an excuse to have levi come over 

his men would be preoccupied with whatever task you had hired them for and you’d innocently pull levi away, whisking him to your bedroom while everyone else busied themselves downstairs 

his men weren’t stupid, they figured their boss was getting lucky, if anything they were annoyed that none of them were fortunate enough to be the one to fuck you 

they finally understood why levi always got so up and arms whenever they’d make the jokes that they did about you, it’s because levi already claimed you in his mind and couldn’t stand to hear such vulgar things about what was his 

but his time had finally come, where he could do everything he’s daydreamed about doing to you while he’d work around your house 

and because levi prides himself on cleanliness – obviously, he made a whole business out of it — that trait of his has followed him into the bedroom 

it’s not enough to have you face down ass up in your bed with his cum drooling from your fucked out cunt, he’ll spread you open and lick you clean, grunting for you to be quiet with a firm smack on your ass before he continues to lap at your poor sensitive pussy 

and when he cums he makes you clean him up properly, his hands behind him as he sits at the edge of your bed, watching you hold him by his shaft while you lick every drop of your mixed cum off of his cock

and although creating or allowing filth to exist goes against what makes levi who he is… he does really fucking hate your fiance 

so after the most recent time you guys fucked, he may or may not have “accidentally” let some of his cum spill out of your cunt and onto your fiance’s side of the bed

he used your discarded panties to lazily swipe it off, knowing it’d leave a stain 

when you both got dressed, he secretly shoved your panties in the back pocket of his jumpsuit

you were completely unaware, too blissed out to really notice much as your trembling legs led him to the door, kissing him goodbye before he left 

he let your panties hang out of his back pocket like a mechanic with a rag, glancing behind him at the ring camera at your front door with a faint but smug grin, sending the camera a wink before joining his men in the company van 

erwin 

mr. erwin smith is your husband’s boss

he’s everything your husband isn’t

he’s charismatic, a true and genuine charmer, utterly handsome in a 50’s moviestar way, broad, intimidatingly tall and commanding without even trying

he’s not forceful, but he exudes a kind of power that has people bending to his will with ease 

he’s a wise man, a businessman, he knows what he wants and he knows exactly how to get it 

and he knew he wanted you 

your husband was performing with the bare minimum requirements at their firm, just hardly scraping by, and was truthfully well on his way towards getting canned since an influx of new grads were applying for his exact position. they were a lot younger and far more eager to excel and prove themselves than he was 

erwin had been mulling over your husband’s termination for awhile, wondering if and when he should drop the unfortunate news 

but then on what seemed to be a painfully average day, when he left his office to meet with a future client for lunch, he noticed you, seemingly lost with a lunch box in your hands

at first he off handedly wondered if you were one of those fresh out of college, wide eyed and bushy tailed applicants, glancing at his watch and figuring he had some time to spare to guide you to wherever it was you were headed off to

“hello there, are you having trouble finding your way?” he asked politely, a handsome and courteous smile on his face as he peered down at you

you turned around, a beautiful, warm smile on your face as you nodded bashfully, oblivious to how taken he immediately became with you

erwin wasn’t used to seeing such a candid and sincere smile due to working with and being surrounded by people who only opted for bland civilness within every interaction 

“i’m that obvious huh?” you laughed, so sweet and so carefree, like a breath of fresh air amidst the dull lifeless environment that took place within the building behind him 

“it’s not your fault, i just happen to have a keen eye,” he laughed lightly along with you, his impending meeting slowly slipping his mind 

“where is it you’re headed, i can take you there if you’d like.” he offered kindly, motioning back towards the doors 

“oh, thank you! i feel like i should know my way around here at least a little, but alas,” you chuckled, shrugging as you both entered the building 

“i’m just here to drop off my husband’s lunch, he forgot it at home.”

erwin internally faltered at that, disappointment plucking at his nerves as he held the door open for you, nodding with pursed lips 

“i see. and might i ask who the lucky man is?” he asked, feigning a forced smile 

your stomach fluttered just slightly, glancing away as you answered 

“nile dok!” you replied sweetly, and in that moment erwin pondered if the universe really was a sentient being who enjoyed playing games with people’s lives 

your husband was the man erwin was on the cusp of firing

two ideas had popped into erwin’s mind, the latter of the two being objectively the more logical and plausible one but also the least desirable one

A, he still fires nile and whisks you away from him (irrational, impossible, and unrealistic, he didn’t even know your first name yet)

B, he keeps him around so that your husband could continue providing for you both and in return you wouldn’t look at erwin as the cruel monster who took away your husband’s livelihood 

unfortunately, the second option was the one he was forced to go with

“ah mr. dok. he’s…very accomplished. great man.” the first lie he told to you, the words sizzling like an unsavory burn on his tongue as he gently took the lunchbox from your hands and handed it to the woman at the front desk, kindly asking her to alert your husband of his lunch 

you beamed at erwin’s false praise, following behind him like a puppy as you both began to make your way back outside 

“really? oh that’s great! i’m so happy to hear that, – oh wait, is it possible if i could maybe see him and say hi when he comes down to retrieve his lunch? i don’t get to see him as much as i’d like, and –” 

erwin feigned a quiet wince, once again looking down at his watch, shaking his head with false dejection

“ah, no i’m sorry dear, right about now he’s in a meeting with a few other associates and won’t be out for another hour or so i fear.” lie #2 

in his defense he didn’t want to see you run up and excitedly greet nile and be subjected to watching you hug and kiss him, the image in his minds eye making him queasy 

you frowned, shoulders slumping endearingly as you nodded. “oh okay, that makes sense. nile does tell me about how he’s always wrapped up in meetings and such.” you sighed with acceptance, and erwin’s brow flicked up suspiciously 

they definitely do not hold meetings as often as nile seems to be telling you they do… so why lie?

it’s different when erwin does it, of course, he had only just met you and his lies were innocent, more so fibs than anything 

nile’s seemed to carry more weight than his by a longshot 

but erwin didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to change the subject 

“ah well. anyhow, did you drive here? i can walk you back to your car, if you’d like?” 

“oh, thank you, but that won’t be necessary, i actually took a taxi here, i’m just going to hail another one. i appreciate the kind offer nonetheless!” 

erwin shook his head in disbelief. you took a taxi there just to drop off that asshole’s lunch? nile did not deserve you in the slightest

“oh that’s nonsense, forgive me if i seem forward but, i could simply take you back home instead of you having to waste more money.” 

your eyes went wide with a shocked gratitude as you shook your head almost meekly 

“that’s very generous of you sir, but i’d hate to impose—” 

he held a hand up, wordlessly interrupting your modesty 

“please, call me erwin, there’s no need for such formalities.” he grinned, your cheeks growing warm at the way his smile glinted perfectly. “and it’d be the furthest thing from an imposition. please, allow me.” 

and well, right off the bat there was something about erwin that made saying no difficult 

he drove you home and couldn’t help but sneak glances at you, noticing how you appeared to be younger than nile, wondering how on earth a man like him managed to settle down with a woman like you 

throughout the drive, you two conversed, and erwin paid real attention to you, not the phoned in kind of attention nile would halfheartedly offer

he asked you questions, truly interested in learning about you, his lunch with his clients fully on the backburner and with you searing yourself into the forefront of his mind 

he was reluctant to let you go, actually saddened to watch you walk into a house you share with another man

“wait, i never caught your name,” he called out, hurriedly rolling down the window

you smiled, calling back out with your name

he drove off to the restaurant with his heart racing in a way that he hadn’t felt in well over a decade, your name and how it sounded curling off your lips and into his ears the only thing he could focus on 

during that drive, erwin learned a lot about you, including the fact that nile left you all by your lonesome far more often than a woman like you should be

and because of your loneliness, you didn’t question how erwin got ahold of your phone number, nor did you mind the daily phone calls he’d pay you 

you actually began looking forward to them more than you did with nile’s calls, which were scarce and far in between 

you truly felt as though you had made a new friend, a companion of sorts, despite the fact that nile was supposed to be both those things, and still managed to fail at both

however erwin didn’t mind taking on those roles and more, knowing full well he could be a better provider for you without question 

additionally, you didn’t find it weird that erwin took you out more than your own husband did, figuring that this is just what friends do, you’ve just forgotten due to having focused on school a majority of your life only to get married so young 

because of erwin’s high standing at their company, he could afford to leave on a whim, more often than his peers had the wiggle room to – more than your ‘husband’ could

there was a lot of things he could do within the firm, but there was a lot he could do for you too

when you began inviting him over to your home, he’d pick it apart, his judgement directed nowhere towards you but instead towards your spouse

there was nothing wrong with it, it was actually quite nice

but that was the problem, it was nice

whereas erwin could provide you with lavish

he’d sit at your dining table, watching you make tea, knowing full well he could swap out your current set for whatever you wanted from neiman marcus instead of whatever the hell nile bought you 

and when he couldn’t handle the physical distance between you two in the kitchen anymore, he cornered you up against the counter

when his large hands splayed on either side of you, he made a quick mental note that once he made you his, he’d have real quartzite countertops installed for you instead of the ceramic tiling nile was subjecting you to

but feeling how warm your body was, even through your pretty dress and his suit, how it silently begged for his touch, was more than enough to bring him back to the moment with you instead of planning for future prospects of your new home he planned to build perfectly to your liking 

“erwin?” you had whispered, and he shushed you, taking the teacup from your hands and setting it off to the side 

“just…” he uttered, slowly bringing a hand to your cheek, cradling you in his big palm, while his other hand fell to your hip with a burning ache to feel you 

“let me have you…please,” his deep, usually even voice almost cracked, his forehead resting on yours as his eyes fluttered shut

and you never really could turn down any of erwin’s requests

especially when you yourself wanted part in them too

“you have me.” you murmured, and he sucked in a breath, his eyes parting with surprise, a flash of arousal in his piercing irises before he came crashing over you, the hand on your hip tightening and pulling you flush against him while the one cupping your cheek forced you to crane your neck upwards as he angled downward to kiss you 

he moaned deeply, pressing himself up against your cunt, his cock twitching in his dress pants at the way you whimpered, shyly pushing your hips closer to his, poor needy thing so obviously aching to feel a real man’s cock 

he palmed at your breasts, growing desperate and impatient, nearly animalistic when he ripped your neckline, mouthing down your neck and over the swell of your breasts 

you gasped, your breath wavering as you arched into him 

“e-erwin, my dress, i–”

“shopping. tomorrow. i’ll take you.” he promised, tugging down your bra to drag his hot tongue over your nipples

you fell apart so quickly, completely indifferent to the mess he was making of you, too distracted by how good his mouth felt, not used to receiving this kind of attention, ever honestly 

nile wasn’t an intimate lover, never took his time to take you apart bit by bit, but erwin?

yes his touches felt feverish driven by a hungry urgency, but therein lies the difference, he was hungry for you — positively starved 

and he was savoring you despite his frenetic ministrations, but it didn’t feel rushed at all, it felt like exactly what you needed

he hiked up your dress, kneeling before you, kissing your ankles, up your calves, nipping and sucking up your thighs, sinking his teeth into the apex of them, cupping each leg like a valuable and precious chalice, kissing hard and groaning into the warm flesh

he parted your legs, kissing your cunt through your underwear, his cock throbbing to be deep in you when you whimpered, your hips involuntarily bucking towards his mouth

were one of his virtues patience, he’d have teased you a bit more, would have kitten licked over your lips and around the hood of your clit, everywhere close to where you needed him but not quite there

but erwin had completely abandoned his already loose grip on the so called virtue the moment he cornered you, and instead pushed the wet material to the side and latched onto you 

you cried out, your hand flying to your mouth to silence yourself

he grabbed both your hands and pushed them behind the small of your back, pushing you towards his face just like that, pinning your wrists away from your mouth as he ate your cunt

he moaned into your pussy, his tongue delving over your clit so fucking well, with such care and expertise, you could barely stand it, left to do nothing but try your best to remain upright as you whined his name 

you fucked his mouth while he pressed himself against your leg, rubbing his bulge over your shin 

the sight below you made you ache, your breasts heaving with heavy moans and sobs as you rolled your hips into his mouth, your thighs tensing and trembling on both sides of his face

he licked your pussy until his heart's content, your moans almost making him cum in his pants, but he held off, wanting to save his load for your tight little cunt instead 

and that he did

when he rose back up he flipped you around, bending you over the counter while he freed his cock, jerking himself off for a moment at the sight of you bent over, ruined panties pushed to the side exposing your perfect soaked cunt, your dress ripped beneath your breasts as they laid bare and pressed against the countertop, your beautiful face looking at him from behind your shoulder, twisted with anticipatory eagerness to feel his cock slide into you 

he had to take his time pushing into you, his fat tip stretching you more than you had been secretly imagining it would

he murmured lovingly into your hair, leaning down to kiss your back while he ran his hands over your hips, easing his way inside you 

“my god, erwin!” you cried out, whimpering as your breathing grew labored, your tummy feeling full when he bottomed out in you

“i know dear, i know,” he shuddered, clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows as he felt you pulse and grip him 

he fucked you just like that, raw and bent over the kitchen counter, his large hands gripping his imprints over your hips as he brough his own hard against your ass

he couldn’t help but watch your little hole swallow him completely, how your soaking cunt gushed around him, proving how much you’ve wanted him too

he reached around and pulled your back flush to his chest, fucking into you with shallow thrusts, his cock fully buried in you while he held your throat, kissing along your jaw

“you’re so — shit — tight,” he groaned in your ear, and you couldn’t respond, too busy getting split open on his cock while he slipped his hand between your thighs and rubbed your clit, your chin resting on his strong forearm 

that day was most definitely not the last time he fucked you 

sometimes you’d swing by the office to see him, not nile, because you finally had an older man in your life who actually gave a shit as to whether or not he got to see you

and because he knew your body better than anyone ever has, including your husband 

he’d even have his chauffeur pick you up and bring you to his penthouse, where he’d wine you, dine you, and devour you on his terrace, knowing full well you could get caught but he knew the risk excited you

he’d then guide you on your knees and gently rest your head against the railing before he’d push his cock into your mouth, groaning with relief as you took him in eagerly

it was one of his favorite ways to unwind, with you on your knees and his cock down your throat

especially during high profile cases he was handed, when the stress was too much, he’d have you visit him at the office and sit beneath his desk with his hand behind your head and mouth fully sunken over his cock

like recently, when he’d been slaving over a case, he knew he needed you, and there you came, his pretty little saint ready to please him

he’d slid his chair back just slightly, just enough to watch himself fuck your mouth

but then his door opened and he quickly slid back into his desk, quickly masking his face into one of calmness

“sir, i —” 

“mr. dok. have we abandoned all etiquette and gave up on the concept of knocking?” he asked, clear passive aggression in his voice

your heart sunk and you forced pure silence from yourself as you sat beneath his desk

“right. my apologies. i just came by to drop off the copies you must’ve accidentally forgotten in the copier machine.” he said quietly, handing a stack of papers to erwin 

erwin took them, a straight lipped faint smile on his face as he nodded with both acknowledgement and permission to exit 

“oh, and nile?” he called out last minute, before nile could leave. “how’re things with you?” 

you wanted to groan, unsure as to why he was prolonging this

nile seemed surprised, stepping back towards erwin

“oh, things’re fine. pretty mundane really, both with work and the wife.” he answered simply, and you frowned, resting your cheek against erwin’s knee sadly

he held the crown of your head lovingly under the desk, nodding at nile’s answer before a real smile spread over his lips

he gave a gentle, parting pat on your head, his hands coming back up to clasp beneath his chin, cocking his head at nile