To Appease An Urge (Erwin x Miche x Reader Smut)

To Appease An Urge

Okay, Marley's technology is getting just a little too impressive.

This realization is manifesting in a hot grip in your belly, a swirl of heat that has yet to wane over several minutes. It just isn't going away. Marleyan technology is setting your nerves on fire, stretching every sense to the extreme and exposing raw arousal that needs to be pacified.

And as you grip the tiny vial you had just drank from, you curse the hellishly thrilling elixir that now torments your body. Marleyan technology—no, Marleyan magic has found its way into your curious hands, and the inquisitive cat could not help but experiment with the highly potent aphrodisiac found in a recent shipment from the allied country's chemical labs.

Now you struggle, plagued with this delicious feeling of rushing blood and dancing nerves. You must do something to fix this, to calm your body at least partially. You won't get any sleep tonight unless you do.

Your toys are in your bedside drawer, yes, but that feels too simple. They'd fix the problem, but just fixing it doesn't seem right. Something more should be done, something powerful to commemorate this unusual introduction to new potions and chemicals.

Your partners should know about your plight. You come to this decision as you unsteadily rise from the tiny desk in your room within Scout headquarters, ready to seek them out. Their submissive is in an absolute frenzy due to some Marleyan aphrodisiac; of course they should know. They'll discover how effective this elixir is, then join in on the effort to soothe its effects.

Simply rising from the chair sends lust firing through you, as if your body is childishly excited to be experiencing movement. Walking to the door only encourages the heat between your legs, and the force with which you fling it open causes your heart to burst out of your chest when the wood panel slams into the stone wall.

"Fuck," you curse at the door you assaulted. Clenching your teeth, you stomp into the hallway and make a beeline for the Commander's office. He'll certainly be inside.

On the fourth floor, you nearly sprint to the office door and knock sharply, as if you're trying to replicate the Captain's fierce knock.

"Come...in," Erwin breathes, his sentence interrupted by you storming into his office. He stands in front of his desk, a folder in his hand and Section Commander Miche Zacharius by his side. The two blonds direct their attention to the newcomer, slightly alarmed by her hysteria.

"Commander. Section Commander." You churn out their titles as you slam a fist into your chest, saluting them with stiff posture that's ready to crack from lustful stress. "I...need to talk to you two."

"So it seems," Erwin hums. "Close the door. Is everything alright?"

You manage to shut the door with less aggression than the last, securing yourself in the privacy of the Commander's office.

"Yes. But—not really." You stagger towards them, trying to fix your gait and swallow down your tension. "I'm sick—not sick. I'm really flustered. I don't know how to put it." Smoothing heavy hands over your hair, you sigh in a weak attempt to reduce your fever. "I took a—a sort of...um, aphrodisiac. It's...effective."

"An aphrodisiac?" Erwin quirks a thick eyebrow, surprised by your confession. "For what reason?"

"Where did you get it from?" Miche asks, his small eyes peering down at you.

"I—um..." You smooth hands over your shirt, trying to disguise your racing heart. "I just found it."

"Come here." Miche urges you toward him with a hand on your wrist, a light touch that unleashes a hurricane in your heart. You're magnetized to him immediately, barely withholding the urge to touch and feel his massive body. Your Section Commander finds the pulse on your wrist and strokes huge fingers along your cheeks, sensing the raging fire under your blushing skin.