Pairing: Erwin Smith x fem!reader
Warnings: Reader is an escort.
AN: This is all just horny Erwin. I was plagued by visions of Commander Erwin sneaking into the bad part of town and just leering at this woman that he isn't allowed to interact with...
Commander Erwin ditches his jacket and cloak, leaves his blades behind too, but he can’t erase the way he moves. His steps alone have such a command about them anyone who passes him in the street ducks away because they just know what he is.
He sits in the back of the smoky room, like he always does. Too far away for you to see his eyes but you can feel them on your skin even at this distance. He sits with his knees spread, chin tipped back and sucking greedily on the cigarette between his lips. This is the only place he lets himself indulge his habit.
Habits.
Erwin knows what you do. Knows what kind of place this is. Knows he of all people shouldn’t be here—when he could get written up just for walking in the door, should get written up—driving himself mad with want when all he’d have to do is speak to you to make it real.
But he can’t.
He doesn’t talk and doesn’t touch—It doesn’t feel so much like he’s doing something wrong that way. He can almost separate himself from his mind like this, give in to just watching the way you move, how you bend, how the neckline of your bodice hugs the curve of your breasts that are so close to spilling out but frustratingly never do. He can almost convince himself that the way you sway is just for his eyes and no one else’s.
And you never approach him, pretend you’re insensitive to the weight of the looks he throws you. You let him believe that he’s gone unnoticed, knowing that men like him, the ones who are out of their depth in a place like this, would spook like horses if you pushed before he was ready.
But not to notice a man like that would be absurd.
Big, broad shoulders and a chest that strained the fabric of his shirt when he breathed. Muscular thighs—a horseman no doubt—and legs that seemed to go on forever. He was one of the few clients that made you want to come in. Made you hope he’d slip in the door that night and just stare. Maybe you could finally taste the smoke he sent curling off his lips tonight.
Shivers creep up your spine every time you feel his eyes roll over your body. You're sure if you could get close enough for a proper look they'd be gorgeous. You don't feel cheap when he looks at you, not like an object at all. It felt more like the way people looked up at an altar; hungry and reverent and utterly transfixed.
The cut of his hair and rigidity of his posture—even when he lounged like that—did him no favors here. He was marked the second he crossed the threshold. This was ‘someone important’ as your boss put it. Someone worth catching the eye of. Three of the other girls had approached him at one time or another, flirting, batting their eyes at the man they assumed was too shy to engage them himself. Each time he gave a short, polite response and sent them on their way.
How wrong they were about him. There was nothing shy about the way this officer devoured you. He made you feel more exposed than you ever had in your life, stripped bare. It was so utterly debauched you couldn’t believe the owner hadn’t come out and demanded he pay for the pleasure. Maybe he was too thankful for the way the man’s presence seemed to keep the other patrons in check to risk charging him for the very public way he used you.
It seemed your officer liked watching you interact with others; skimming a hand up some man’s arm, head tilting back as a soft laugh escaped you at another’s whispered joke. There’s no note of possession in him, just rapt attention. Like he was trying to consume your mannerisms, commit them to memory so he could take them with him far away. Wherever it was he went when he disappeared for months.
Perhaps the next time he came in would be the time he’d wave you over, meet your eyes and whisper something husky in your ear. But you’d been hoping that for quite a while...
Dom!Erwin making you cockwarm him when he is busy with paperwork and expects you to cum. But he doesn't allow you to move or touch your throbbing clit. You have to cum with his thick cock buried inside, touching your cervix.
"What's wrong?" he asks as if he doesn't know what the fuck is happening. "I thought a cock slut like you would be cumming with just my cock."
"Oh, d-daddy!" Your voice is trembling with pain and pleasure. "I-I can't do it..."
"Oh?" He raises his beautiful eyebrows, he is mocking you with such a pretty expression. "You can't or you just don't?" With a quick move, he lifts his hips and makes you jolt in pleasure, laughing at your pathetic whines. "So, you want this?"
"Yes please!"
He inhales deeply, pushing you into his desk, he lifts you up and bends you over the table. "Alright, pretty girl. I'll give you what you want."
When he pulls back, just enough to rest his tip at your entrance, you know you are in trouble.
"But don't you fucking dare to make a sound."
@yourwildsimp i adore you and i thank you for this sudden Erwin thirst. It cured my depression, anxiety <3
75: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing
14: Kiss on the ear
(Y/N) recently bought a movie that she thought was interesting and decided to watch it tonight. She was curled up against Erwin and had her eyes trained on the screen. If Erwin was being honest he didn’t find the movie too engaging for him but he wasn’t passing up an opportunity to be with his wife. He glances at her, noting how engrossed she was. Emotions dance across her face as the movie progresses. She was a lot more interesting than the movie.
Halfway through Erwin was getting bored. His hand discreetly slips under her shirt but she pushes his hand away. “The movie Erwin.” She reminds him.
That was the first time she ever declined his affections. All because of a movie. He finds it stupid that he feels challenged by a movie but the fact that she was paying more attention to the movie and not him irked him in some way. He was acting childish, he knows, but sometimes he just wanted his wife’s attention.
Thankfully he has a way to get her to focus on him.
Dipping down his lips pressed against the shell of her ear. She gasps in surprise. “Erwin?” he says nothing, kissing her ear again and relishing the sound of her breath catching in her throat. She can’t resist his kisses for long. His lips trail down to her neck, leaving patches of warmth on her skin. His actions were distracting her, (y/n) struggling to watch the movie as Erwin continues to pepper her skin with kisses.
Unable to fight it any longer she sighs and pauses the movie. Turning around she wraps her arms around his neck. “Happy?”
