A/N: Minors, DNI. The whole chapter is smut. So if you have to skip, don't worry. You won't miss any major plot point.

I'm left guessing where my things are landing as Erwin flings them across the living room. Keys are on the couch, purse probably lands near the TV, shoes by the door. I've never seen a man so horny for me, not even the nerd from my high school science club whose v-card I took. Is Erwin a sex addict?

"Eyes on me, angel." He walks down the hallway, his breathing leaden, his gaze shifting between my eyes and lips. His kisses are short, but deeper, wetter and more passionate. Why is it so hard to believe that he actually, really, genuinely, truly finds me attractive? Why am I like this?

He drops me on the bed and climbs on top of me. I instinctively wrap my right leg around his hip to pull him closer. His hands are on me, on my stomach, as his teeth graze my lower lip and his tongue pushes in. Fuck! I can feel him against my thigh, hard as a block of ice. It feels... big. I mean, look at him! Of course, he's big. I'm so distracted, trying to figure out his size, I don't notice when he has moved on to my neck. I gasp when he places a soppy smooch on the patch of skin just below my ear, where the jaw starts to slope.

Erwin raises his head and looks at me quizzically, a little amused by my reaction. Without a word, he nuzzles his head back into my neck. I'm wet clay in his hold - his tongue laves over my neck, drawing circles over my sensitive skin as I writhe, moan, gasp, pull his hair, call his name out. "Erwin. Erwin. Erwin." Fuck! Even his name sounds hot on my lips. Thank God it's Saturday tomorrow because he's definitely leaving hickeys all over my throat.

"Can I take this off?" Erwin sits up, towering over me, tugging at my shirt. My work shirt. Shit!

"Just to let you know, I'm coming straight from work so I might not have the most flattering underwear on." I avert his gaze.

"Oh, I'm not interested in your underwear, angel. Can I take this off?"

I nod. Erwin pulls out my shirt from the binds of my trousers, and starts unbuttoning from below. He pulls me up and pushes the fabric over my shoulders so it pools around my wrists. He guides my hands to his chest as he kisses me again. I peel his shirt off him as quickly as I can, my trembling hands quite unhelpful. I've seen him topless before but only now do I notice him. Erwin is a stunning man, his chiseled chest covered in his golden hair and... scars. Round bullet scars, slashes from something sharp, some raised, some indented. I look up at him for permission to touch them. He gives me nothing, not a nod, nor a shake of the head, so I touch him anyway. Running my hand over them, I'm tempted to kiss them, each one of them.

I shimmy my legs from under his weight and sit up on my knees to be face to face with him. I touch his shoulders and guide him to sit with his back against my headboard. My eyes never leave his as I settle myself on his thighs and bend over to kiss him, the splattered bumps on his shoulder, the long lesion down his sternum, the circular wounds on his abdomen. His hair grows thicker as I reach his navel. But before I can draw my attention to his pants, Erwin pulls me up. Does he not want a blowjob? He might actually be my dream man.

"Let me take care of you, angel." His hands find their way to my back to unhook my bra. Shit! The bedside lamp is on, and he can probably see the stretch marks on my chest that I've had since fifteen. But when he plucks my very basic black bra off me and casts it away, he doesn't regard my chest with disgust. I can feel him twitching in the seat of his trousers when he meets my eyes and politely asks, "I can touch them, right?" What else can I do but nod? I want him to touch me. There, and everywhere else.

His hesitance is gone; his grasp is eager. Erwin brings his lips to mine as he cups my breasts, his thumb brushing over a pebbled nipple. I moan into his mouth, surprised by the sudden pleasure, and he pulls back from the kiss. He leans forward and places his mouth on my nipple, his tongue circling, sucking. I throw my head back, gasping, my fingers kneading the muscles of his back, finding more scars to trace. Fuck, I'll kiss all of them better some day.

"Erwin, please." I coo when he divides his attention to my other breast. His erection is literally throbbing, and I'm lowkey - very highkey - grinding my hips against it.

"Please what, angel?" He drops my tit from his mouth, leaving me aching for more.

I touch his forehead with mine, breathing heavily. "Please fuck me."

My word is like gospel to him. He swivels and lays me down, quickly getting rid of my pants and underwear. He undresses himself as I watch, my knees folded. His boxers ride down his thighs, revealing him. Long, thick, sinewy, rising from a carpet of dense blonde hair. This is insane but hear me out - what if I actually want to give him a blowjob?

Erwin kneels in front of the bed, in between my legs. He grips my thighs from underneath, another part of myself I find hideous but he accepts willingly. He plants several small kisses along the softer, fattier inside until he reaches my leaking center. Hesitant, he looks up and he's so beautiful, I don't know what to say. His previously coiffed hair has been manhandled and displaced, thanks to my non-functioning hands. His lips are a shadow of my lipstick shade, the dye smeared across his sturdy chin.

"If I have permission to fuck you, do I also get to eat you out?"

Wow... He definitely has a way with words.

I nod, biting my lip, and watch him lower his head. Either he's had a lot of experience with women or his tongue and my clit are soulmates, finding each other instantly. My back arches as his tongue swirls around. He presses my thighs closer together with his arms, and pulls my hip up. My mind is dizzy, blanking, a shrill fire alarm ringing ear to ear. I'm delighted and gasping. Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair and grab a fistful - my only link to reality. I come surprisingly quickly, quivering, wailing Erwin's name.

Unwilling to let me rest, Erwin climbs on top of me. His hand slides up my abdomen to catch my breast again. He kneads as he kisses me, pinches my sensitive nipple. I taste myself on his tongue. When I moan, he moans back. Where has this man been all my life?

"You have a gorgeous cunt," he whispers to me. I'm leaking again, ready, wanting for him.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I gently touch the white gauze on his left arm. It's a fresh dressing. I'm glad he has somebody to change it timely.

"Your pleasure heals me, angel."

I reach down to touch him. He's taut, girthy, filling up my fist. Raising my neck, I grasp his lips into my mouth as I pump, his nerves tender in my hand. Erwin pulls back, his eyes closed, breathing warm and heavy on my lips. Suddenly, he grips my wrist and brings it to his lips. He asks, "Can I...?" His pupils are absolutely blown out dilated.

"Yes, please."

Erwin escapes my embrace. He bends down over the side of the bed, putting his whole ass on display, as he looks through his discarded garments. When he comes back, he has a square pack between his teeth. He looks like a puppy, bringing his human a gift from the wild. I giggle as I snatch it from him. I tear it open and roll the rubber over his length.

He sits up, positioning himself between my welcoming legs. His length rubs along my lips, wetting the condom with my ecstasy. He doesn't have to, I'm plenty wet for the both of us. The tip probes at my entrance, and I ease up, letting him in. When he begins to thrust, that's when I feel the complete impact of having him inside me. I'm so full, it dulls my senses.

When Erwin drapes me with his torso, nestling his face into my neck, his choked moans fill my brain up. It's just me and him, and our bodies moving together, his skin against mine, his sweat against mine, his breath against mine. No, not against. With. I turn to him to kiss his face - his bushy eyebrows, his eyelids, the hook of his nose, his lips.

"My angel... you're... so kind..." He lifts himself to his elbows and opens his mouth for me. Our kisses are no more romantic, sweet, but needy, rough, open-mouthed.

Erwin's thrusts are heavy, frantic, creaking the whole bed under us, his gasps coming from the depths of his belly. He has his eyes closed as he relishes in the warmth of my moist, hungry cunt. My head is thrown back, my chest pressed to his as he quickens, heaving. I don't want this to be over. I don't want him to be parted from me. But I'm also so looking forward to his post-sex, satiated face. I want to press myself to him, keep him in my arms, spoil him with cuddles and kisses.

"Fuck, I'm so close." I whisper with my eyes pressed shut. He slows down.

"Eyes on me, angel." Erwin pushes in long, languid moves, smirking as I meet his gaze. I can feel myself starting to quiver around him. He can too, hence the smirk. What a tease!

Rolling my hips, I guide him to an even sweeter spot but he holds my hips. He lifts me up a little and presses forward, hitting right where I want him to. I'm dizzy again; I'm seeing stars.

"So tight, angel. You fit like a glove." A low groan escapes his mouth with every thrust. He's close too.

As I clamp around him, his thrusts grow rampant again. My hips tremble, heels dig into his quads, as I come. I pull him to me. "Come for me," I whisper. He obliges. He gives me numerous kisses, gropes me, and finally lets out a guttural moan as he comes too.

Erwin lies on top of me for God knows how long. I don't complain because he's like a weighted blanket for people on the spectrum. "Fucking hell, angel," he says, just like he did in the car, but this one's so soft and filled with admiration. I wipe his sweaty forehead with the back of my hand and press my lips to his skin.

When he finally gets up, it's because my stomach decides to make the most god awful noise I've ever heard. Erwin sits up, laughing. "We need to get some food into you, angel. Shall I order something?"

We order a sandwich for me and chicken salad for Erwin since he shouldn't have carbs so late at night or it would affect his... something. I'm just watching his pretty lips move, paying no attention to his words.

Erwin pulls me into his arms when we eventually get to bed. We're wearing Grampa's pajamas. Erwin nuzzles into my neck, breathes in. "You smell of my cologne." He says. There's a kind of pride in his voice. I want to ask him if he'll stay the whole night or leave once I'm asleep, but I don't want to seem clingy. So I find something else to talk about.

I look over my shoulder. "At the time when you first met Grampa, why did your father have to go to the ER?"

He regards me carefully. "Well... It was an accident. I was in the car too but luckily, or unluckily, I got away with just a broken arm."

"Of course, luckily."

"Considering tonight?"

"No. I mean... well, considering tonight a little. And also, just considering you. You seem like a good person."

Erwin pecks my cheek. "Thank you, angel." Then after a pause, he adds, "Maybe you'll change your mind if you knew the whole me."

"Try me."

"Right now?" His arm tenses under my neck. "It's probably for the better to let you in on the whole secret right now so you don't regret going any further. But..."

I shift so I can look at him better. His eyes are sleepy, his smile a thin line. He still looks like the Sun but on a cloudy day. "But what?" I ask.

"I really want to see you again, angel." There's earnestness in his voice. His fingers press down on my belly. How does he not find me absolutely abhorrent?

***

That was probably a lie. Because when I wake up in the morning, he's gone. All that he's left is a business card.

A BUSINESS CARD!

A/N: I genuinely thought I'll write this in one sitting but it took me some time. And I think it turned out pretty good. It seemed pretty hot each of the 12 times I read it. Both in my mind and out loud because, you know, it's not real until I hear it with my own ears.

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