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YOU CAN LOVE ME EVEN MORE TONIGHT

ERWIN SMITH X FEM!READER

TAGS: porn without plot, masturbation, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, bodily fluids, also my usual referenced noncon before & erwin helps you overcome it, then you rewarding him for serving you with reverence, and idk just rie's usual filthy smut i think

WORDS: 2.1k

REMARKS: HAPEE BIRTHDAY ERWIN. to celebrate, this is a smut spoiling him rotten. also this isn't proofread yet. and eng isn't my first language. im sori. my sleepy ass might make the grammar worse if i were to edit it rn

Your muscles are tingling, eyes lurking everywhere but him. Erwin senses your worry, hence he holds your hand in comfort. "You okay? Oh no, you're sweating too much."

"I think it's one of the days again…"

You don't need to expound. Erwin knows well what it is about. You apologetically look at him, guilt riddling your nerves because of something you can't control.

"I wouldn't mind, stop flashing that guilty look at me," despite the firm command, his smile is warm and understanding. "What limits do I have in touching you for now? Are you comfortable with me holding your hand at least?"

When you're still new in the relationship, you always end up crying whenever you wake up with a body that flinches at the thought of physical intimacy. Erwin cooed you that it wasn't your fault in any way. That healing isn't linear. You messily wept about how afraid you are that this could ruin your relationship as Erwin's very fond of physical intimacy, but Erwin just told you not to undermine his capacity to understand you. Despite the firm command, his smile was oh-so warm and understanding. You eventually got accustomed to it.

"I think the best we could go for now is cheek kisses…? Hehe."

"Sounds great," he goes on to do just that. "What great progress you’ve made there," then calls your name in a slight tease, "you're now able to pinpoint your limits without crying."

"Yeah, your lectures finally bore fruit, I would say."

"Heh, as it should. You're a bit hard-headed, after all."

Erwin returns your honesty by speaking his limits, too. You still lie together in bed at night but when the cuddles unintentionally arouses him, he'd call for a break, albeit in slight guilt. You would nod in consideration, thankful that he is trying his best as much as you are. Then he quips yet again to commend you for not letting the guilt bawl your eyes out. He is proud, rightfully so, because he is well aware of how much it took you to be that comfortable, of how much chaos it took to be this tranquil, and most especially, of unlearning the tendency to be frustrated at something you couldn’t control.

Slowly but surely as weeks pass by, you were able to ground yourself again with your safe space. That space solidified when he gave you a chaste peck as you washed the dishes. You halted to grab him by the collar, soap staining his clothes along the way but he didn't mind at all. He has a greater concern, after all: you finally kissed him again, passionately so. After three weeks of holding it in, his lips are on you again, his tongue is savoring your warmth again.

He holds both your cheeks tight and hums in arousal, "You sure have a way of surprising me."

"I'm surprised, too. Remember the first time this happened to us and I wasn't able to kiss you for two months?"

"Are you sure you're okay now, though?"

You nodded, "Let's try to settle with kisses for now."

"Mhm-hm," he cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead. "Such a strong girl for me."

You're not the only one being strong here, though—that's what you affirmed when you woke up in the middle of the night and noticed Erwin breathing a bit heavily.

His hands are clasped to yours and you could hear him moan your name in repeat. At first, you thought he was sick, but quickly noticed the synchronized up and down movements marking the blanket.

Erwin is touching himself.

You're not even hugging each other—it seems like he scooted you away from him before starting the act—all he settled for is holding your hand.

To inform him of your consciousness, you scoot on top and engulf him in a kiss. Erwin squirms in surprise, but instead, you order, "Continue touching yourself, my love."

Erwin takes a while to process the situation, then he asks, albeit shyly, "Are you sure?"

"Mhm-hm, please—" you whisper, then pepper his face with wet kisses. Lips then slide to his ear; you give it a smooth lick before begging, "Let me hear you."

The gesture sent a tremendous jolt over Erwin's body. You know his ears are quite a sensitive spot, and thus you only take advantage of it when you really want him to do something.

"Yes—hah—yes love," he babbles, the jerking of his hand starts to produce a slick noise. Perhaps his pre-lubricated dick helped bring him a blissful release. You continue kissing him while on it; moans escape your lips as you feel him messily biting your lower lip.

“You’d let me taste, wouldn’t you?”

“D-do you—ah—do you want to—”

“I wouldn’t ask if I don’t.”

As languid as ever, you slid your hands down below and joined his hand in bobbing up and down his dick. He whimpers, and somehow the sight of your very composed and level-headed man whimpering helplessly underneath you exuded blissful shudders. Oh, to be loved by him. To be foolishly and utterly loved by someone like him.

“Just want—oh fuck—just want to make sure.” Indeed, he did, because after your assurance he grips a fistful of your hair and then guides you down to his protuberance. The gentleness of his hold says a lot about how your moment below him would go. The gentle touches are the least he could do to compensate for how hard he’d claim your mouth afterward. He couldn’t control himself. Erwin who has always been the epitome of control could not embody such pride when faced with matters concerning your lovely mouth.

Your eyes widen and tears build up on the tip of your eyes as soon as Erwin archs his back and spurts his cum deep down your throat. And even after he let it all out he did not let go of your head. He trapped your mouth in his confines, ensuring that you wouldn't waste a single drop because that's what you want. Erwin honestly would feel a bit shy if not for your persistence and enthusiasm. Anyone would think that pampering him like this, drinking all of him so lovingly, and more would be because you're under him, serving him with all that you have. But to conclude that would be wrong, because as a matter of fact, he's the one serving you. He likes everything you want to do, everything you want to explore. Hell, the time you'd try to ask him for a child, he'd spend the whole night cumming inside you until you couldn't anymore and he's all spent and dry—messed up to his very core because that's what you want.

Erwin almost laughed at his thoughts, it was evident with the way he didn't let go of your mouth even after his dick softened. Instead, he bobbed your head up and down his limp cock, pumping every last of his fluid that might be left from him. You deserve it, after all. Earn your hardwork. Swallow every drop. Have him by your mouth as earnestly as he would offer his life for you.

A month after, as if to reward him, you prepared a small gift.

"Come here, love," you speak from behind as soon as he enters the room, your back facing him.

Despite the bathrobe-clad around your body, Erwin could notice the transparent cloth underneath. He had never seen this attire before. "You bought that?" he quips as he walks nearer, "That's quite a daring attire. Are you planning to get back at me for touching myself while you were sleeping?"

"Tsk, stop talking too much and sit in front of me," you glare, beckoning him to the soft cushion at the bedside.

Erwin senses your nervousness and thus he asks, "What's the matter?" but when he finally follows your command, his jaw almost drops. "Oh. Oh my word."

The anxiousness becomes even more apparent, quite unfitting for the promiscuous lingerie you were wearing, "Please tell me I don't look weird."

"I—" Erwin had to turn away with a chuckle. It wrapped your figure so, so well that Erwin couldn't find the words to express it. "Y-you're—"

"I am about to cry," you hitched in a panic, "I knew this was a bad idea!"

"No, no—" Erwin kneels down to your level, still too in awe to speak when the view is up close. With how his eyes are twinkling, you realize he might've loved it. A bit too much for your own good, even. "You did this for me?"

You nodded, confidence slightly rising up upon his enthrallment. "You seem so stressed lately so I figured to give you something pleasant to look at."

"Well, I quickly forgot what I was stressed about," Erwin's fingers slide to the strap of your bra, lingers towards your chest, flicks the nipple that can be seen through the material, then watches your reaction—how you close your eyes, bite your lips, and tighten your hand on his wrist to encourage him more. "How gorgeous, your makeup matches well with the garment."

"For you, yes—mhm—just for you."

"Yeah,” he chuckles in between, “my lovely, lovely girl, all dolled up for me."

He holds onto your shoulders and pushes you down the bed, then hovers on top with a thrilled look. Apparently, your outfit accentuates more when you're lying down on the satin sheets. Did the fashion designers really craft it the way it'd look so pleasing when plastered on the bed?

His lips follow the traces of your neck, his favorite spot to nibble and mark, and there he couldn't help but close his eyes at the lingering scent. You indeed went all the way. The make up, attire, the perfume. Oh, what did he do that made you prepare this? He must take note of it so he could do it again.

And so he gives you everything. Months of pent-up desire really did make him go all the way, as if to reward you for doing the same. Noises filled the room, and eventually reeked of sex. Erwin didn't stop, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to take a break. The fashion designer must've crafted it the way it'd look so pleasing when the one wearing it looks so ruined from too much love. The ribbon of the lingerie eventually fell out, and your breasts went along with the bouncing of his cock going in and out, in and out, in and out until you squirted all over his cock. Even so, he milked you dry. He kept thrusting over and over again, not bothered with his loud moans. God, again and again, it's rare for Erwin Smith to lose his cool. If this stern man would be exposed as a sucker for his lovely girl, you could be used against him and he'd have no choice but to submit. It's that bad.

"I—ah—huh—" you babbles, earning a husky chuckle from your man.

He cups your cheeks, a few drops of sweat drip from his lovely face to your cheeks, and oh, on normal occurrences you'd deem it disgusting, but tonight you want all of his to be tied to you. His sweat, his cum, his dick, his smile, his—

"Fuck," Erwin rasps, "you're clenching. Is this intentional, huh? Y'know I'm gonna cum? Want my cum inside?"

"Yes—fuck yes, yes, yes. Inside!"

That was the last straw of Erwin's control. He spoke of incoherent praises, unaware that it cannot be understood anymore, and when he raised your hips and brought your knees atop his shoulders, you huffed loudly and squirted again.

"D-don't pull out. K-keep—hah fuck it's overstimulating—it inside," you cried. Even if it started to sting a bit you did nothing but open your legs more and close your eyes to feel him.

"Mhm-hm, my love. Just a few more. Take a few more. You're gonna be a good lady for me and milk me dry, yeah?"

"I-I will!" you exclaimed, opening your legs wider, and when you saw Erwin's eyes tightly closing and his mouth forming the shape of O, the next thing you felt was him spurting his cum inside you.

"Ah, hah, there you go. Fuck, take it—" he thrusts, "fucking, hah—" he thrusts again, "fucking take it. God—" then thrusts for the last time until he drops his heavy body on top of you. You squeaked in surprise (and honestly, in a bit of pain) but Erwin just laughed and started nibbling again on his favorite spot on your neck.

You supposed the pillow talk is next, and perhaps after a few minutes he'd be ready to go again—it's always been that way. However, just as you're surprisingly dolled up tonight, Erwin is surprisingly unconscious, too. His breathing is steady again, his heartbeat mellow. Even if you couldn't breathe properly due to his weight, you didn't bother removing yourself from his constraints.

In fact, you giggled, combed his soft blonde hair, heard him unconsciously hum in delight at the sensation, and not long after, you drifted to sleep as well.

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