A:N Holy Shit I'm Finally Back With My Writing I Do Apologize That I Was Not Writing School's Been A Pain In The Ass But But Keep Slaying Babes :)
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"C-commander, I don't think I can-"
"You can. And you will." He cut her off, voice low and dark in the quiet of the room.
Erwin Smith was not a small man.
He towered above her, his thighs thicker around than her middle, his hands bigger than her whole head.
It only made sense that he would be large here too.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, her slick making it glide perfectly across her.
"We had an agreement, cadet," he said, glaring down at her. "Are you going to disobey your Commander?"
She gasped as he teased the head of his length at her entrance, knowing with how wet she was, all it would take to enter her was one little push.
"No, No sir."
His gaze softened, dazzling blue eyes sparkled down at her in the candlelight of his room.
"Good girl." He said as he leaned down to kiss her, a gentle thing that moved from her lips to her jaw, and then under her ear.
"You're alright, lovely?" He whispered to her.
"More than alright." She whispered back.
"Do you remember your word?"
She nodded, smiling up as he pulled back to look at her.
"Alright, I won't hold back then," his voice changed then, gone once again was the commander she'd come to know. His usual cool and assertive tone was now laced with a sickly sweet venom, like he could sink his teeth into her flesh and she would wither willingly. "I expect the same from you."
He took himself in hand, pressing the tip more firmly against her clit, sending sparks up her spine.
"Aah!" She squealed, "Please."
"Please what?" He teased, pressing himself at her entrance once more. "I thought you said you couldn't take it?"
"I saiii-" her words left her as he pushed the head of his cock in. The blunt of it stretched through her, the outside of her hole burning as it stretched to accommodate him.
He wasn't even halfway in and she couldn't breathe.
"Holy f-" his first moan was deep and guttural, filled with gravel and smoke and sin. "You're so fucking tight."
She looked down again as he slid in more, and her eyes nearly rolled back at the sight of him impaling her.
"Sir, sir, commander," she babbled. "I can't, I can't it's too much."
A wicked grin grew on his usually stoic face. "What did I tell you before, cadet?"
She nearly screamed as he punctuated his next words with harsh, heavy thrusts.
"You can." Deeper
"And you will." Deeper
A sound ripped from her throat, but he cut it off with his massive hand to her mouth.
"Shhhhh, you don't want to wake the others do you?"
The tears started welling in her eyes as she clenched around him, the stretch and ache of him so overwhelmingly delicious.
