I just want erwin to slow deep fuck me missionary style, my legs wrapped around his waist like man pin me down with your heavy mascular body ✨😈✨
oh my god anon you sent me to outer space
tags: breeding, beeeeg dikk erwin, cervix kissing, missionary, squirting, explicit smut, mdni
He had been neglecting you, work piling up from the day before, and the day before that...and the day before that. Endless paperwork, endless new clients. It was a good sign he supposed, business was doing well, so well that he had to bring on more staff, staff that then needed to be vetted, trained, ensuring his vision for the company would be upheld at every level. As was his way, the secret to his success.
But this takes time, and while you understood, it had been far too long since you've seen more than an hour of your husband, far too long since you've said more than a groggy "welcome home baby" and felt more than his soft kiss on the forehead as you drifted off.
Erwin knew he was needed, knew you loved him more than anything, but didn't quite realize the gravity of his absence until now. A surprise visit home, his meetings moved to the next day because come hell or high water, he was going to spend your wedding anniversary spoiling you silly.
Your frustrated groan led his brows to furrow, rushing to the master bedroom in case you were in need of some help. Turns out, you were.
Your head was thrown back on the pillow, one hand tugging and pulling at your bare breasts, nipples pebbling in the cool air. Your favourite little bullet vibrator was pressed to your slit, but by your whines, you were far, far off from getting off.
He swallows thickly, cock straining in his now uncomfortably tight trousers. He goes to remove his belt, the jangle of the buckle making you lift your head. Instead of any surprise or guilt, all he saw in your eyes was desperation.
"Please" you were begging, eyes glassy, fingertips shaking as they reached for him, legs spreading wider, strings of your arousal snapping against your thighs. "Please Erwin"
"How long?" he asks, taking his time to undress, fingers going impossibly slow as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, removing cuff links, the ones you had gotten him years ago.
A couple blinks of your bleary eyes, watching your husband strip. Layer by layer, article by article until only the buzzing of the now forgotten vibrator brought your focus back on him, confusion swimming in your eyes as he repeats his question.
"How long," Erwin asks again, finally bare before you, and you swallow, watching as his cock bobs against his stomach, already an angry red, so impossibly hard you could see every vein. "How long have you been trying, and failing to cum without me?"
He takes a grip of your legs, and you react automatically, wrapping and locking your ankles behind his waist, tugging him closer to your leaking slit with a whine. He bumps the head of his cock against you, pressing right at your swollen clit, so sensitive from your earlier attempts.
"How long baby?" he asks again, a small roll of his hips making you squeal and wiggle, trying to get more of that delicious friction you needed.
"Ho-hour!" you managed, fixing your eyes back on him, wide and watery, begging, wanting. "Please," you beg again, "please help. Can’t…can’t without you”
He grins, each roll of his hips gathering more of your slick against his length, each thrust teasing at your clit, watching as your body reacts, clenching, desperate to take him into your tight warmth.
"Help?" he continues to tease, acting as if he wasn't just as desperate for you, as if he had the self control to hold out much longer without throwing your legs over his shoulder and fucking you into the mattress until you were a babbling mess.
"Help me Erwin," you were so good, so pliant, so desperate for him. So sensitive, your back arching beautifully off the bed as he runs a thumb across your breasts. "make me-" you choke on a moan, his cock once again catching, so, so close to where you needed him, "make me cum, please"
He leans down at this point, gripping your wrists in one hand and pinning above your head, your writhing dampened by the weight of his body on yours, making your breath come out in gasps, each one a whimpered "yes" or "more".
Lining himself up, he groans, the heat of your core already radiating to his cock, and he wasn't even in you yet.
Your keen mixes with his groan as he pushes past the initial resistance of your muscles, "fuck-fuck you need to relax for me baby" as you whimper, eyes rolling back as the delicious stretch you thought you had forgotten the very feeling of once again overtakes your entire body. Your body was buzzing, like an elastic pulled to its snapping point, but stubbornly refusing to do so. With each inch of him that you took, your legs started to shake, feeling so full, so taken care of, so absolutely dwarfed by the man who currently held your body in the palm of his hand.
Your eyes shoot open when his fingers brush against your clit, the pinch making you scream and leak around him as your hips buck. He uses this motion to slam his hips against yours, fully sheathing himself, the glee shining in his eyes as your breath catches in your throat, knitted brows and gasps of "full, so full, so...so big" fall from your lips.
The burn from the stretch is elating, and you can feel each throb of his pulse inside you, each one helping you adjust to his size. Before you know it, you're once again writhing beneath him, begging him to move. He's careful not to push any further, not wanting to cause you too much pain with each rub of his cock against your cervix, but you beg for it, you demand it, as with each thrust, you pull him deeper inside you, your ankles pressing hard against his back.
The ever stoic and charming CEO, no one would ever catch this side of him, reduced to curses and grunts, worshipping the body of his greatest love with each roll of his hips. His normal hard to come by praises are overtaken with repeated grunts of "good girl", his usual quiet observation replaced with "fuck, fu-uh how are you so damn tight", his goals, usually held close to the vest, spilling out of his mouth, "gonna make you cum for me baby, make you feel so good, m'sorry, neglecting you for so long, m'sorry, go-gonna make it up to you mkay?"
His hips leave yours, only to slam against you again, your glistening slick leaving strings that snap against his own carefully trimmed hairs. Each action is slow, too slow for your desperate nature, but each one is calculated, knowing exactly how to draw out your pleasure, knowing exactly which spots to hit to make you come undone. He shifts his angles, until your body starts to throb around him, the pressure building and building with each scrape of his veins against that spot inside you. Your earlier frustrations come back now with a vengeance, all the earlier ruined orgasms worth it as they build up in your belly, reaching a fever pitch as Erwin finally pulls from you what you had been begging for, what you had been longing for.
Your scream is soundless, body finally succumbing to the insurmountable pressure and pleasure he was bringing, and you finally cum, thrashing in his grip, tucked securely underneath his comforting warmth and weight, "I've got you, let go baby, thats it" murmured against your clammy skin. He pulls out of you gently, soft circles against your pulsing clit helping you ride it out. He means well, but you had been wound up for too long, and his actions do little more than push you headlong into another, this one punctuated with a screech as you're once again convulsing, the snowballed pleasure building up once again, so, so fast, when all of a sudden, you're gushing, spraying his arm, the sheets, and wetting the front of his body.
Too fucked out to register anything, let alone embarrassment, you let it happen, trusting in Erwin to catch you at the end. You know, that eventually, his fingers will slow, and perhaps, he will bring you to completion again, this time with his mouth as he suckles against your skin, a reward for being "such a good girl for me".
You know that the reservation he had made for dinner would be the only appointment you'll keep tonight, that he'll stuff you full before dressing you up in the new dress he had gotten for you, hidden in a box in his briefcase. You know that he'll watch with pride as you shift at dinner and gasp as globs of his seed drip from you, and you know, the moment he gets you home, you'll be once again at his mercy. He's been neglecting you after all, and what better day to make up for everything, until you're fully satiated, limp and leaking. Fully his. Today, and forever.