The Section Commander's Puppy (Miche x Reader Smut)

1: Domestication

Miche's house is rather impressive for someone of his standing. It's bigger than Erwin's, and paired with plenty of sprawling land out back, but it's far from any prominent district. Within Rose's territory, some distance away from Ehrmich District, Miche lives amongst farmers and ranchers in a quaint neighborhood of sparse houses, where the acreage outnumbers the infrastructure.

The trip here was a lengthy one, one you made on horseback. Miche instructed you to come alone, and to alert nobody of where you were going. Even when Erwin asked earlier that evening as to your plans, you declared you would be spending time alone. He can punish you later for deceit.

Inside, you take in the simple furniture facing the brick fireplace, a few ODM blades stationed upon its mantle. The quality of the furniture and decoration is befitting a humble bachelor, one with a slight inclination to the military. Nothing remarkable, but nothing pathetic either.

You've been holding your saddlebag close to your chest while you wait for Miche to re-emerge, strangely stuck in place just inside the main door. He welcomed you in before instructing you to wait, after which he disappeared down a hallway to your right. Preparing some secret surprise, probably.

"Miche," you call, anxious to quell the silence.

"Come here." His voice sounds from down the hallway, luring you further in.

You're obedient instantly, hoisting up your bag before finding where he's located. Passing a door that reveals a small bathroom, you end up at two doors, one of which is cracked open and housing Miche.

Stepping inside reveals a quaint bedroom, whimsical furniture adorned with silver sculptures and bedded with a spotless area rug. Miche's waiting against the window, a window that overlooks the sprawling backyard.

"Set your bag down." He gestures near the standalone wardrobe as he crosses to the small bed. "You won't need it right away."

You abandon your luggage, still drinking in the room around you. "Is this your guest bedroom?"

"Officially, yes." His frame sinks into the mattress's edge, the man far too massive for the bed. "But there's only one guest I'd have over frequently. This'll be your room."

"I see."

"Come here, on my lap." He pats his thighs, encouraging you closer.

Once you're situated, he gives a tender smile as he rubs your arms, his hands huge and comforting on your frame.

"Do you want to play?" he asks.

"Yeah, of course."

"I have something in mind that'll last several days. Is that alright?"

You nod. As long as any issues regarding extensive play are covered, you're in full agreement. "Sure. Will you handle the logistics?"

"Yes." His hands immediately fly to the hem of your shirt, tugging it off. You allow the top to be removed and discarded, your nude brassiere left on your chest. "Oh, you always have the cutest clothes," he murmurs as he feels the lacy cups. "Are you wearing matching panties?"

Grinning, you run a thumb along your pants' waistband. "Take a look, Miche. I bought these recently."

Miche, fueled with curiosity, rises to his feet and tosses you on the bed. He pushes his way between your spread thighs and yanks down your slacks, swiftly working them off your ankles. The sight of your lacy panties thrills him, painting his face with an admiring smile.

"Pretty girl." He throws your pants aside and strokes your calves, busy drinking in the glory of your body. "You're so cute and dolled up for me. I love it."