Erwin Smith
Your husband was a cruel, cruel man when he wanted to be.
You blamed it on the pressure that man put himself under on the daily. You blamed it on the image the public had painted of the Commander, putting him atop a throne crafted of soldiers he threw out to their awaiting deaths without a true end in sight. You blamed it on the political pressure from above as well baring down against his shoulders while he tried to face them head on. You blamed it on every ounce of responsibility he carried all on his own without ever daring to ask for the help of another, even that of Levi of Hange.
While Erwin Smith was painted as the fearsome Commander to all of his soldiers, the one who continued to march right for death as though meeting an old friend, to you he was your husband who seemed to have a mean edge to him in particular on this evening. When he finally retired to his quarters and you were able to join him, pulled away from your time serving as one who overseen the medical supplies. Your order had just been filed away and passed onto your Commander, who then blew out the candle on his desk and once more returned to the man who was your husband instead. He was tired. You could see this in how he slouched just slightly into his chair, bringing a hand up to undo the top buttons of his shirt while letting his head recline and rest.
Then those brilliant eyes opened and he motioned with his free hand to the bedroom door. You had known what this meant. On those particular days when the stress finally added up and he couldn’t handle one more paper you often found that the loving husband who would hold you close and tell you stories his father used to tell him would turn into something without much care to his touch. You were a toy for him, something for him to let out these frustrations on. Something that often benefited both of you, though him more than you at times.
Which is how you found yourself on the bed, the very bed you two had made love in so many times before, with your hands bound to the wood of the headboard by the very straps he wore on his body. It was a delicate balance of force and care so he wouldn’t damage the skin around your wrists. He knew how much you relied on your hands to do work for his men, his soldiers, so he would never dare risk harming you to the point you couldn’t perform your duties. Erwin wasn’t one to hurt you in general, though the bruises on your hips or ass from the treatment often came expected. Which is why you weren’t surprised when the burning in your thighs was coming both from how far he had your legs spread to offer up your cunt to his awaiting mouth and that grip of his that had his knuckles turning white under shaking hands. His eyes were closed and his hair messed aside to barely tickle against your thighs. His mouth was closed entirely around your cunt, though his tongue and lips gave focus to your hooded clit. Slurping and suckling at it until your body spasmed and arched against the bindings and his hands, your toes curling and flexing into the sheets of the bed. Your gasps were always a little too loud despite trying to hold them in for fear of being just a little too loud. Loud enough someone patrolling nearby might pick it up and spread the talk once again. It wasn’t a secret you two were married, you were expected to have these things occur, but you hated being unable to look men in the eyes knowing they had heard your sounds of pleasure the previous day or so.
Erwin found amusement in it should nobody comment on it at least. If even one comment was made, especially if it was an inappropriate one out of line, he would see to it that Levi was over the punishment for them personally. Perhaps this was why his confidence in striking fear through the use of his Captain had him doubling up his efforts suddenly to draw out more sweet sounds from you. It worked and you felt the liquid heat of arousal pooling right into your groin, spreading out like a forest fire trying to burn out of control. Every inch of your body felt aflame, felt like it could lock up at any moment when you finally tipped over that edge. Even your hips had started to move without your decision, rolling to grind his mouth and tongue not just over your clit but over your open, twitching hole. His tongue swiped at it and pressed just deep enough to penetrate and you saw stars behind your closed eyes.
“Erwin, so close-“ You always gasped his name like a prayer and it always got to him. His groan was savage and rough and buried deep enough into your cunt that the vibrations rocked your body. Right there. You were right there. One more long swipe of his tongue, one more slurp between puckered lips, just one more anything and you would have fallen over.
But it didn’t come and your body arched when cool air replaced where he was, the shock of it making you whine loud enough it echoed in the room. Your thighs shook under his hands though he made no motion to stop you as you rolled your hips up and down, chasing pleasure that was slowly slipping away. Your clit was throbbing, hole clenching in desperation, but nothing. Nothing came to tip you back over that edge and instead you found your body shivering until the peaked pleasure receded into a lurking burn. Your chest was heaving and your nerves were alight when you managed to open your eyes and find where he had lifted himself up and off of you. His mouth was shiny and his eyes were glued to the spot between your legs. Both of his thumbs came down and parted your lips further so he could get a better view of your hole and how it clenched on nothing.
He licked his lips clean of your slick and caught your gaze.
“One.” He stated simply. Your whimper was a soft one, a pleading noise that he soothed away carefully with a kiss to your lower stomach. “I expect five from you tonight. Could you manage that for me?” When you didn’t answer he nipped at your hip, feeling you jump and nod. “Perfect. My perfect wife, hm?”
And at that he dove right back in with his tongue picking up the pace as though he had never stopped.