Yandere Attack on Titan one shots

~| Erwin Smith SMUT |~

A/N: this is my first time writing a full smut scene so please tell me if it's alright 🥲

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the Survey Corps' headquarters. Inside, the halls were silent, most of the soldiers having retired for the night. In a secluded corner of the building, Y/N sat at her desk, trying to focus on the reports in front of her. Her mind kept wandering, thoughts drifting back to her commander.

Erwin Smith was a man of remarkable presence, his authority and charisma unmatched. Y/N had always admired him from afar, drawn to his strength and unwavering determination. But recently, his attention had become more intense, more personal. She couldn't deny the thrill it gave her, but it also filled her with unease.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching broke her reverie. She looked up just as Erwin stepped into the room, his blue eyes locking onto hers. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet space.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice low and commanding. "Still working late, I see."

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Yes, sir. Just finishing up some reports."

He moved closer, his gaze never leaving her. "You work too hard. You should take better care of yourself."

She offered a weak smile. "I could say the same to you, Commander."

Erwin's eyes darkened slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perhaps you're right."

Before she could react, he was behind her, his large hands resting on her shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine. "Erwin..." she started, but his grip tightened slightly, silencing her.

"Shh," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You don't need to say anything."

Her heart pounded as he began to knead her tense muscles, his fingers skillful and firm. She knew she should protest, but the sensations were overwhelming. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered. "I've watched you for so long, admired your dedication, your strength."

She closed her eyes, torn between the pleasure of his touch and the nagging fear that this was crossing a line. "Erwin, this isn't right," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He turned her chair around to face him, his expression intense. "You belong to me, Y/N. I've waited long enough."

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a fierce, possessive kiss. She gasped against his mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. His hands roamed her body, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Despite her initial resistance, she found herself melting into his embrace, her body responding to his touch. He lifted her onto the desk, pushing aside the papers in a flurry. His hands moved to her blouse, deftly unbuttoning it, his lips trailing down her neck to the swell of her breasts.

"Erwin, please," she whispered, a mix of desperation and desire.

He paused, his eyes meeting hers with a dark, hungry look. "Please what, Y/N? Tell me what you want."

Her breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

He smirked, his hands sliding up her thighs. "I'll show you."

In one swift motion, he pushed her skirt up, his fingers finding the heat between her legs. She moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. Erwin watched her intently, his own desire evident.