Bad Influence (Erwin x Reader Smut)

Reinstatement

The next morning, sunlight is the substitute for the firelight you had fallen asleep to, golden rays splashing onto your naked body that's cloaked by Erwin. The throw blanket has been shoved to your feet, and somehow you've ended up between your master and the couch backrest. Erwin still embraces you securely, clutching you like a child to a stuffed animal. His breathing remains calm and steady, lulling you into mindlessness.

You don't move. For some time you remain sandwiched between him and the furniture, listening to his breaths and reveling in his warm body. It's paradise, a splendid respite from the horrific world outside and a heavenly sanctuary that you never want to leave.

Still, when Erwin eventually blinks awake and lowers his eyes to the subordinate in his hold, you understand that life must resume. He strokes your back almost instinctually as he expels a soft, rumbling exhale. 

"Good morning," he murmurs, his sultry voice still rather gravelly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock," you whisper back.

"Good." He finds your hair and plays with it delicately, his fingers discovering random pathways between your strands. "I didn't intend to fall asleep on the sofa, but it seems to have been adequate for the two of us."

"It was wonderful. Sleeping with you is so amazing." 

"I'm happy to hear it." His body rises like a lumbering bear as he hoists up onto an elbow. "When you're ready, I want you to go to the bathroom and start the shower. I need to clean up everything from last night."

"Of course." You pull yourself up to a sitting position, to which Erwin gets off the couch to give you more room. "Is all the stuff still out there?"

"Yes." He fixes his shirt cuffs, though it's a vain effort with how wrinkled they've become. "It's inconspicuous enough, but I don't need the government officials wondering why we've thrown rope and cloth around the shed."

"Makes sense," you chuckle. "Neither would I." 

Erwin goes outside while you head to the bathroom to start the water flow. The hopper window is cracked open, allowing the sounds of morning cicadas to float into the room. It's tranquil, a simple rhythm that adds to the peaceful atmosphere beginning your day. 

Once the water reaches a decent temperature, you call to Sir to announce as much. He comes to the bathroom and strips off his clothes, entering nudity for the first time since you arrived at the cabin. You're unabashedly gawking as he sets his clothes on the sink counter, always bewitched by his sculpted body of iron. The behemoth casually steps into the shower and submerges himself in the cascade before beckoning to you. 

You join him, your fingers drawn to his abs that separate trickling water between their contours. Forcing on a mature front, you look up to meet his eyes. 

"You're...gorgeous, Sir." Sighing, you hide your forehead in his chest. "I'm sorry, you're just—your body is so amazing. I love it so much."

"Thank you," he replies humbly. "I must remind you to keep your arousal in check for just a bit longer. We won't be having any sex while we're here."

"We won't?" You ask this as he turns you around to scrub a soap bar over your back.

"No. This time was—and still is—dedicated to disciplining and retraining you. We'll indulge in such pleasures later." His hands work masterfully on your body, caressing and playing around your waist and lower back. 

"I've...I've been retrained," you counter, trying to convince him otherwise. 

"Certainly you have, but I'm not done disciplining you." He squeezes your hip, his thumb depressing against your pelvic bone.