oh, commander ※ erwin smith x f!reader
cw: mentions of injuries, unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, kinda hate-fucking, reader is somewhat a brat, erwin is an absolute fucking tease, canonverse
21 days. 3 weeks. that’s how long it took for your open wounds to finally heal, yet the one on the upper left side of your torso remained open. your heart was ready to spill out of it any second, all because of him.
you were expecting your commander to come visit you. he’s a busy man, you thought, but then again, he could spare five minutes for you. he always used to.
dragging your feet back to your quarters from the infirmary, you stared at the closed door across from yours. you checked the time on your broken watch; 01:43. light emitted from under the wooden door on the stone floor, and with a sigh you knocked.
“come in.”
“commander.”
“squad leader. i heard you’re getting better. when do you think you can be back to work?” not even one look was spared towards you, blue eyes instead fixating on a parchment on the desk.
“whenever you order me to.”
“i will speak with your doctor then. anything else?” he glanced at your stance and quickly looked away, emptying the bottle of whiskey sitting on a book in his cup.
“are you fucking serious?” you snapped at him. you regretted it momentarily, but at least this time he looked at you for more than five seconds.
“excuse me?”
“i was out for almost a month.”
“i’m aware.”
“and you couldn’t come see me once?”
“why would i? i’m your commander. we have nurses to take care of you.”
“right. well, excuse my outburst then.”
“good.”
“can i be dismissed?” you looked at a stain on the rug instead of him. you knew it was rude, that he would get mad, but you couldn’t care less. erwin smith made you frustrated on a whole different level.
“no. you can not.”
“i don’t think we have anything else to-” erwin slammed a book closed and got up from his chair. his tall figure headed for the door, a small click indicating that it was locked. chills ran down your spine, the bare skin on your arms getting filled with goosebumps.
“you know, you’re lucky there was only one casualty from your squad. otherwise, you would be in big trouble.”
“you’re one to talk about casualties, commander?” you scoffed as he hummed behind you, his mouth right next to your ear.
“be nice.”
“i’m sorry, but i’m only nice to people who have earned it.”
“tell me, squad leader. do you hate me?” a finger touched your cheek, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear. erwin was awfully close to you, maybe too close for a commander and his subordinate. your breath hitched in your throat when you felt something hitting against your lower back; it definitely wasn’t his odm gear.
“i’m just mad.”
“why?”
“i thought we had something special.” you whispered, your embarrassment getting the best of you when the man chuckled.
“that’s hilarious. did you gain a sense of humour in the hospital?”
“fuck you.”
“i’d like to see you try.” erwin flipped you around, his grip tight on your hips as he leaned down and kissed you roughly. his breath smelled of strong whiskey and cigars and you could tell he had been drinking for a while.
you were suddenly getting pushed in another room, the kiss between the two of you not breaking until he threw you on a mattress. you blinked until you adjusted to the dim light of the room, your eyes falling on the man that was undressing himself. when he was in just his underwear, he got on top of you, lips falling on every piece of skin he could see.
his hands took your shirt and pants off quickly, and he stopped momentarily, tracing a scar that started under your breast and stopped around your belly button. blue eyes met yours, and you could swear you saw him soften, melt under your touch.
“i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were so-”
some other time, you would let him apologize and beg for forgiveness, but you were beyond angry at this point.
“i hate you.” you spat out, thinking he would get up and order you to leave. but he didn’t. he kissed you again, hungrily. he rubbed his erection against your clothed clit and you could feel his desperation in the way his hands groped you, spreading your thighs until you were completely exposed for his hungry eyes.
“doesn’t feel like you hate me.” he grinned, rubbing his thumb on your clit, feeling your wetness seep through the cotton that he was quick to pull to the side.
“shut up.”
“that’s no way to talk to your commander, is it?” a harsh bite where your neck and shoulder met made you let out an involuntary moan. “what should i do with you, huh?” his fingers circled around your clit slowly, everywhere except for where you wanted him.
“commander-”
“i’ll just have to fuck the brat out of you, right?” he grinned before pushing his boxers down, his leaking cock springing against his abdomen. you extended your hand to help, but he slapped it away, instead hovering over you again. he took your legs and placed them over his shoulders before looking down at you. he could have busted right then and there, when you looked back at him with those innocent eyes, that furrow of your brows and the heavy breaths that escaped your parted lips and practically begged for him.
brats don’t deserve prep, he thought and was ready to say it, but his sentence was cut short when you started rutting your hips against his, trying to feel something, anything. it didn’t take long until you got what you wanted, because erwin was pushing his cock in your cunt seconds later. his tip stretched you perfectly, but erwin just wouldn’t move. it was getting annoying, made you hate him even more because you could feel his cock twitching between your spongy walls.
“fucking do something.”
“beg.” he leaned down and left a kiss on your lips before he pressed on your legs until your knees almost met with the pillow. the angle gave him more space, more chances to fill you up with his cock, and he did.
starting out with slow thrusts, he ended up with deeper, longer drags of his cock, until his tip barely grazed your cervix. but you needed more, enough to make his cock the only thing on your mind. because without sex, you and erwin were left hating each other. you hated the way you made each other feel, and the reason was that romance wasn’t something you allowed yourselves to feel. not in a world where you could die from one minute to the other.
“commander, i’m-” you were cut short with a moan escaping your lips. he grinned. he knew, with the way your walls clenched and fluttered almost painfully around his cock.
“already? you don’t seem to hate me so much right now.” erwin brought his thumb down to your clit, the pad of his finger circling your sweet spot with an almost sadistic smile.
“i hate you.” you whined, gushing around his cock, your legs shaking as he dragged out your orgasm, not letting you come down from it.
“maybe i should just fuck a baby in you, squad leader. then you’ll stop being a bitch.” his harsh words and even harsher bites on your collarbones and tits made you rut your hips against his, despite his already fast pace. “you’re getting off on this?” he chuckled, pulling out until merely his tip was inside you, “slut,” only to ram inside you with one fast rock of his hips, sending you further against the bed. you cried out in desperation, erwin knew what he was doing; bringing you to another climax so you would be a mess on his cock before he could even fill you with his cum.
“don’t hate me, __.” you swore erwin whispered in your ear, but then again you were getting dizzy with the feeling of him. how could you be sure? a warmth filled you up, grunts and slow rolls of his hips as his seed painted your insides white. out of breath, you brought your arms around him and he did the same, letting your legs fall limp on the mattress. with slow movements, he pulled out, watching as his cum oozed out of your hole. the commander brought two of his fingers back down to your cunt, entering with two slow thrusts to make sure his cum would be buried in you.
“don’t waste a drop of it.” he whispered in your ear before biting your lobe playfully.