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You groaned as you felt your skin dry. Of course, it was only natural if you kept on working in the laundry room and the kitchen all the time. At that point you weren’t even a soldier anymore, but a housekeeper. You even had to rub some hand cream over your skin every day so it would stop feeling so stiff; so unlike yourself.
You took a deep breath in as soon as you reached the wooden door that led to the Commander’s office. You stayed there for a moment, knowing that you had to be calm if you didn’t want him to win this future debate, just like he always did when it came to you two. Your hands balled up to fists for a moment, then you let go and exhaled deeply. Hoping it would be enough to calm yourself, you walked into the office without knocking. You never knocked.
Erwin glanced up from the current letter he was writing in his usual spot at his desk, the broad window behind him letting the sunshine in. The golden hour had just started, and the orange, saturated light, illuminated the room warmly.
You clenched your teeth at the sight: his blond hair was shining as the warm light hit it. The bastard was way too handsome, and now he shone as well? And why did this light compliment him so much? Why did it make his blue eyes appear more piercing than they already were?
He would’ve greeted you warmly as always, if it wasn’t because he noticed the way your eyebrows tilted down and your cheeks were turning red. He knew that look very well, as it was directed to him most of the time. You were angry. Angry at him, of course.
He wasn’t in the mood either. He had been working on a very, very long report after one of the cadets failed to follow orders. These were the tasks the took the most of a toll on him, as they were meaningless, and only served to take time from him that he could be spending with far more important matters… like, with you.
He only cocked his eyebrow expectantly, not letting go of his quill as he planned to keep working as soon as possible.
“When are you going to stop putting me in laundry and kitchen duty? It’s been two weeks already!”
Erwin’s strong jaw only clenched more at your tone; you were talking to him as if you were in charge. Your voice was slightly raised, and your hands were on your hips. The fact that you barged into his office like that and spoke to him in that tone, only cleared it that you needed more time off the racks and understand your place.
A few weeks ago, in a small expedition that shouldn’t have been dangerous at all and the expected casualties were under 10%, you had exposed yourself and went back to save one of your fellow soldiers, not following any of Erwin’s clear orders. You had barely made it alive of a titan’s hold. When you came back from the expedition, you didn’t even acknowledge your actions, you ignored them completely.
Erwin saw how this was becoming a problem. You seemed to be confusing your relationship with him, official or not, with his position as a Commander and your position as a cadet. You would prove to him, time after time, that you believed you were in charge of your own actions; when you truly weren’t; not when you were working.
Erwin pressed his lips together and looked down to his work again as he articulated: “When you learn to follow orders.” He then motioned towards the door, dismissing her. “Now if you excuse-“
“That’s stupid!” You cut him off, and he froze in disbelief as he let go of the quill now and sat back on his chair, his annoyed eyes on yours as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t follow orders because I could save someone! And I did it! Now we have less casualties than we would’ve. How is that bad!?” You raised your voice more, calmness now out the window as you gave into your outburst. “And it’s been two weeks! My hands are all stiff because of the damn soap and I haven’t seen my horse in way too long; and I wasn’t even the only one not following orders – You are only doing this to me, Erwin!” You snarled as you lifted your chin. You felt the air hot because of the adrenaline in your chest, and the warm office wasn’t helping at all.
As soon as you stopped talking and saw Erwin’s face, you knew you had fucked up. His blue eyes were set on yours with coldness, and his full eyebrows were furrowed. His jaw was clenched in bothered tension, and his lips weren’t even a straight line anymore, but the sides were tilted downwards. He only stayed in silence, and you didn’t know if that was better or worse for your well-being. That outburst would surely cost you two more weeks off ‘actual’ duty, or even worse, he might keep your from going to the next expedition. You tapped your feet with impatience.
“W-Why are you looking at me like that?” you squirmed in place uncomfortably as you felt his eyes over your frame. You shifted your weight from one leg to another awkwardly and your eyes moved around the room before setting on him again. He was infuriating to you when he did this, as much as intimidating as well. “Say something!”
Erwin stared at you for what felt like ages and made your insides both boil and clench. Finally, he moved his chair back from the desk.
“Come here.” He motioned to her with two fingers.
You gulped slightly and blinked with confusion. Then, you obliged and walked to him until you were right in front of him, between the desk and his chest. He was still sitting on the chair as he leaned back on it, arms crossed over his chest.
Once again, he only looked at you in silence, making your more nervous. All possible outcomes were running in your head, how you were probably going to have to make the beds for all the cadets or something like that.
“Erwin-“
“What was that again?” He cut you off and gave you a warning glare as he uncrossed his arms.
You immediately knew what he meant an you rectified yourself. “Commander.”
He nodded with approval and got up, making you gulp again as he towered over you. His whole demeanor was already very intimidating, but when he stood in front of your like that, it was worse. His broad back and shoulders completely engulfed you, and he blocked any vision you had from the window. The light hit his back and his blond hair, and your attention was once again brought to the way he seemed to shine, the way his hair would go golden and his eyes were darker, bluer, and yet warmer. The reflected shadow made you feel cold, if it wasn’t because you were already too hot because of the adrenaline.
You only looked up to him, waiting for his next move as you felt a goosebump up your spine.
“Remind me again, cadet. Why are you in kitchen and laundry work?” He was giving you a chance. A chance to apologize and say you wouldn’t do it again. To stop being so stubborn and accept that you had made a mistake. Erwin knew that you had only done it to save someone else’s life, but… the feeling he had gone through when he saw that titan approaching you; he couldn’t risk going through that again. Of course, he would never admit it.
However, you couldn’t do it; no matter how intimidated you were. As much as you were nervous, you didn’t stutter, standing straight: “Because my Commander thought it would’ve been better to leave my comrade to be eaten by the titans.”
The silence that fell between you two was nerve-wracking. Erwin smiled. The bastard smiled smugly down to you, a wicked twinkle appearing in his eyes as he leered:
“Wrong.”
With one swift motion, he turned you around and pushed you down onto his desk with a strong hand on your lower back. You gasped loudly as your torso met the hard surface with a loud thud, causing you some pain. You could feel the quill he had been using, now poking your stomach. “What-“
“Shut up.” He hissed, “That’s a damn order, cadet.” He practically growled his command. You tried to get up, but he pushed you downwards again. With all your squirming and trying to get up, you failed to hear him undoing his belt. However, when he yanked your pants and underwear down, you yelped and tried to get up away from his hold, alarmed. You were in his office, and he had never even kissed you in there unless it was locked. “Erwin, what are you-“
You cried out as you felt a stinging pain on your ass cheek as his hand met your flesh strongly. Did he just…?
Your cheeks flushed hard as realization sank in. He had never been so aggressive before; …yes, he had yanked your hair back, or pushed you against the bed before; but nothing like this. And you were ashamed to admit that you liked it; it lit a fire inside of you. Maybe it was his commanding tone and actions, or the way he moved you around like an object… or the fear of someone coming in and finding your like this with your… boyfriend of some sort. You hadn’t spoken about that just yet, but you both knew that your thing was past the point of friendship or sexual relationships. You both could feel it when you kissed and hugged each other warmly, or when he kissed your forehead and you caressed his cheek softly.
Those memories seemed far away as he leaned down towards your face, pressing you impossibly lower on the desk and pushing your face against it as well. “It’s time you stop acting like a little know it all. I’m in charge, not you, cadet. And if I say something, you fucking do it. Is that understood?”
His voice was so deep that you were ashamed to admit that your legs were squirming because of how much he was arousing you. Both of his hands were on your body, and his mouth was right next to your ear; his hot breath made your own breathing stop.
A second later, he slapped your bottom again, with even more force. It stung, the same feeling as if you had alcohol poured in an open wound. You moaned in slight pain; before speaking: “B-But I didn’t-“
You cried out as he slapped you again, now even stronger; to the point you were trying really hard to move away from him; but his hands held you in place. “Erwin, please-“
Another slap, and you felt tears on your eyes now. He kept slapping you in the same spot; and Erwin relished on how hot your abused skin felt now. It made him mad with lust to see your reddened cheeks and feel your warm skin turning hotter by the second; your cries and yelps taking away every trace of your insurgence.
“What was that again?” He leered, deep voice right on her ear.
“C-Commander.” You mumbled quietly as you whimpered.
“Right, cadet. Don’t you forget that.” He smiled to himself devilishly as the hand on your bottom finally raised again. You closed your eyes, waiting for another slap, but when it didn’t happen your eyebrows crooked in confusion. However, a second later, you understood why as you felt the tip of his cock on your slit, rubbing you softly. You stopped squirming then, too used to the feeling of his skin against yours, and the sinful sound of your wetness as he used you to lube himself up. You were barely starting to relax, when he pushed in with a hard thrust, making you cry out into the air as he pushed all the air out of you with that first thrust. The hand that was holding your hip quickly went up to cover your mouth and pull you towards him, making your back arch until you were pressed against his chest. You could barely see through your tears and furrowed eyes, but you saw his smug smile as he leaned towards you. “We don’t want anyone barging in here and seeing you like this, do we?”
You managed to move your head no. At least he had given you some seconds to adjust, before he started moving his hips hard, bottoming out every time and making your gasp and cry messily, biting your lip to try and stop the sounds from coming out, even as he was still covering your mouth. Your tears now exuded pleasure instead of pain, falling down your cheeks and rolling off his fingers as the muffled moans came out. His grin, his strong hands holding you, and his hard cock being impaled inside of you, it was all making your see stars. He was so deep, your walls fluttered beautifully with every move of his hips.
He was mesmerized with how helpless you looked. Your tears, both from pain and arousal, only made him fuck harder into your body. It wasn’t difficult either, as you were so wet that both of you could hear your slick as he pushed in and out, the sinful noise paired with the slap of your skins colliding together.
You sighed lovingly as you saw him take off his dominating mask for a moment, furrowing his eyes with pleasure and mumbling your name with devotion, as if he was thanking you for letting him use you like this. “You… you look-“ he groaned as his hips met yours, “so pretty like this.” He said with a groan.
He had finally stopped looking so damn perfect, as his cheeks were now red and a small amount of sweat was forming on his forehead; his normally neat hair now slowly falling into strands to his forehead. He would’ve taken off his jacket, but he truly didn’t want to let go of your mouth or your hips. It was maddening, how he wanted to be closer and closer to you, wishing he could stay like this inside of your warm and soft body forever, forget about all his work and the demons that bothered him even during his sleep.
He slowly moved his hand away from your mouth, moving it down to your jaw and leaning down, slamming his lips against yours as he kept thrusting, now a little slower, but still deep; making sure you could feel every little part of it; and making sure he could feel every clench, every flutter of your walls. You whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt his tongue coming into your mouth, reducing you into a moaning mess as you felt completely taken by him. And you would never accept it, but you loved this feeling. Feeling his, feeling taken care of, protected, even. For a moment you didn’t need to worry about anything; the world was only you two.
However, both of you were reminded of the situation when you heard some footsteps down the hall outside of the office. You tensed up, and Erwin would have as well, if it wasn’t because he couldn’t stop; physically nor mentally, he couldn’t bring himself to halt his hips. His lips parted from yours, and he moved faster then, the sounds of your bodies coming together filling the room.
As the steps disappeared into the distance, he went faster. He was groaning loudly, and you had to keep yourself from screaming as you bit onto your lower lip. You could feel everything. Even the tight cloth of your shirt was stimulating your neglected breasts, and his fingers pressing down on our jaw and your neck made your heartbeat grow stronger, louder. It was in one of those movements, that he found that spot. You cried out loudly as he did, your legs trembling as you lost yourself in the infinite pleasure, your eyes rolling back. “Please!”
Erwin’s smug grin came back to his face as he faltered for a long second, enjoying the view as your hips moved back, desperately trying to get him to bury himself inside of you again.
He called your name in a deep growl, to which you answered with a desperate moan as you leaned back and moved your head to the side to be able to look into his eyes again. Both of you were a hot mess. “You’ll never disobey my orders like that again, is that understood?”
You could only doubt for a second, but you were already answering pathetically as your brain screamed for you to chase that overwhelming feeling of climax: “Yes, yes, sir! I won’t- I’ll never-“
That was enough for him. He pushed in again, not bothering to muffle your high-pitched moans anymore. Maybe the humiliation of knowing people heard your screams all over the HQ would help you not disobey him ever again. He could feel the familiar burn in his lower stomach as your walls engulfed him tighter and tighter for his slamming against that toe-curling spot.
He groaned as he leaned down and buried his face on your shoulder, pushing impossibly hard as he stood over the edge of his own orgasm, still chasing after yours. When he noticed your cries getting louder and your hips trembling, just as you always did when you were about to orgasm; he pulled out of you and moved his hand over his cock, shooting his creamy load all over your lower back with a deep moan, not letting you move as his hand held your hips in place.
You groaned annoyedly, your denied orgasm slowly retreating from the finish line and leaving you wet and tight against nothing, your chest heaving as you tried to regain your steady breathing. He didn’t even give you the satisfaction of coming inside, as he knew it might have aroused you more.
As you looked back, you met his devilish grin again; blue eyes smiling at your smugly. “What is it, darling?” He asked as if he didn’t have a clue.
You couldn’t speak. You only whimpered as you saw him put himself back into his pants and pull the zipper back up. “B-But…”
Erwin admired his work, standing back a little bit: your disheveled hair, your trembling legs, your skin covered with his seed over your red abused skin, and your cheeks full of dry tears over flushed cheeks. He was proud of his accomplishment. He chuckled as he heard your desperate plea, but didn’t move at all; and you knew too well not to touch yourself if he didn’t allow it.
“That will teach you what your place is.”