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[bsstories]

Teach Me?

Pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

Rating: nsfw, mature, 18+. MDNI

Word Count: tba, wrote this on mobile LMAO

Genre: smut, fluff, friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au

summary: you & mikasa were childhood best friends that told each other everything. mikasa opens up about her struggles with intimacy and you show her the ropes.

tags/warnings: friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au, fluff, smut (mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, kissing/making out, groping/heavy petting, fingering, oral (f. receiving), praise, light body worship, use of pet names (baby, beautiful, angel, etc.), blacking out after an orgasm) (as usual, if i missed anything, lmk!)

You and Mikasa have been friends since childhood. Ever since you had met, you were attached at the hip. And despite having ups and downs like anyone else, you found yourselves closer than ever during college.

Mikasa has always been the innocent one, the one with that soft, wide-eyed naivety that comes with inexperience. Despite being smart as a whip and wildly talented in everything she does, underneath her quietly dangerous facade is nothing but a quiet, blushing virgin. You, on the other hand, were full of knowledge when it came to sex and pleasure, and though your attempts to help your dear friend learn would suggest otherwise, she could never quite get past her fear of her own body and intimacy. You regularly discuss her hang ups with pleasure but Mikasa was still painfully clueless when it came to her own body.

You didn’t necessarily blame her; in all the time you’ve known her, she’s prioritized her studies and the people she loved above all else. Valedictorian, avid community member, and overall saint, Mikasa never had the time to unwind and explore herself. Sure, her diet was almost as clean as it could be and she was stronger than most of your friends in terms of physical strength, but she was never one to give in the curious voice in the back of her head that urged her to figure out what the hype around masturbation and sex was all about.

One day you’re hanging out together at home alone, trying your best to study but ultimately failing and instead favoring talking about anything and everything else.

You were sat cross-legged on her bed, snacking on some random trail mix you found in your pantry and listening to Mikasa rant about a god-awful date she had gone on the previous weekend. It seemed to only get worse the more she went on and on more than one occasion you had to stop her just to drop in a casual, “what the fuck” or “you’re kidding, right?”

“And then,” she huffed, frustratedly pushing her inky black fringe out of her face, “after making out for no more than ten minutes or so, the fucker goes, ‘can’t we just like… stick it in?’ Can you believe that? It’s the first fucking date! We’re in his mom’s 2007 Toyota corolla! And he wants to just stick his dick in me? He doesn’t even know my last name!”

A disbelieving but amused laugh escapes you as you listen to the animated re-telling of Mikasa’s quite tragic excuse of a date. “I’m assuming you didn’t,” you begin, “you know, just stick it in?”

Mikasa huffs out an airy laugh. “I- no. No, I didn’t. He- he did finger me though.”

Your hand halts halfway to your mouth, your jaw dropped in surprise. If you had loosened your fingers any more, the handful of trail mix you held would have made a mess all over Mikasa’s grey bedsheets.

“He- you let him finger you?” you repeat disbelievingly.

“Well, yeah? Sort of? I mean, he could only get one finger in because I was too squirmy to let him use any more than that. It didn’t last super long.”

“You were okay with it, right? You gave consent and everything?”

“I did, don’t worry. Honestly, I think I was just hoping that since I was kinda interested in the guy I’d actually feel something for once,” she said dejectedly, visibly deflating at the thought.

You sit up a little straighter, pushing the half-empty bowl away from you. “But you said you weren’t super comfortable with him, right? Mikasa, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re hardly comfortable getting yourself off.”

She seemed to become very interested in her chipped red nail polish then, her head hung as she wrung her fingers together anxiously. “I know. I guess… I guess I was just hoping that this time would be… different? I wanted to feel normal for once, not like something’s wrong with me.”

The words barely leave her lips before you’re on your knees, pulling the girl into a tight hug. You feel her relax against you, arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Mik, I promise you there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Nobody just knows what they like when it comes to sex; it’s a learning curve. There is absolutely nothing wrong with still figuring out what your body does or doesn’t like and clearly this guy wasn’t the right person to help you discover those things.”

Mikasa seems to freeze up a bit at that, slowly pulling away from your embrace. From behind her bangs, you can see how pink her face had gotten.

“Okay… um… I’m going to say something, and before you react, let me finish first, okay?” the words come out in a rush, something you’re not used to when it comes to Mikasa. She was strikingly well-spoken, incredibly intelligent and articulate. It was rare to see her stumble over her words the way she was right now.

“I- yeah, of course. Go ahead, love.”

Mikasa sucks in a breath. You can’t tell if it’s to mentally prepare herself from whatever it was she was going to ask you or because of the affectionate pet name that happened to slip out when you responded to her. “So… I was thinking… You’ve been trying to help me with this whole sex thing for a long time now and you’re the only person I have ever been comfortable talking to about all of this… You’re my best friend and the person I trust more than anyone… and I don’t want what I’m going to ask to change or ruin anything at all, but I’m getting a bit desperate and -“

“Mikasa, you’re starting to freak me out. What is it?” you interrupt. And you weren’t lying. Her rambling was so out of the ordinary that it was probably way more concerning than what she was so scared to ask.

“Canyouteachmehowtomasturbate?” she rushed out finally.

You sit there for a moment, processing. It takes a second to understand what she said since it all came out in one breath, and then another second to recognize what it was she was asking you to do. And for the second time tonight, you feel your jaw drop.

“I- what?” you say intelligently.

Mikasa avoids your gaze but you can still see the embarrassment in her expression and the nervous fidgeting she’s doing with her hands. It’s rather cute.

You raise your eyebrows at your own thought. Where the hell did that come from? Your best friend asks you to teach her how to masturbate and immediately you’re attracted to her?

But… how immediate was it really? Mikasa was objectively very beautiful. She had a kind heart and intelligence beyond words. Her physical beauty only reflected how gorgeous her soul was. Sure, you’ve always admired her, but it was never anything more than a friend appreciating a friend… or was it?

Mikasa was your rock, the person you cared about more than anything. You didn’t think something like this could ruin the relationship you two had, but who knows? All you knew was that you’d be damned if you lost her just because of some sort of post-vulnerable-moment awkwardness.

You brushed your thoughts away and grounded yourself by pinching your thigh. Mikasa was your best friend. And she needed your help.

“You know what, never mind. That was such a stupid thing to say, I’m so sorry I even mentioned it-”

“Okay.”

This time, it was Mikasa’s turn to freeze up. You almost laughed at how cute she looked completely and utterly shocked. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she was trying to find the words to respond but couldn’t.

Eventually, “I- okay? Okay, like…”

“Okay, like, I’ll help you.” You said.

Mikasa stared at you like she couldn’t believe you had agreed.

You take a deep breath. This was going to be interesting. “Um… I guess the absolute first step is going to be getting yourself into the mood.”

Your ebony-haired friend seemed to suddenly snap out of her disbelief at your words. “Woah, we’re gonna start right now?”

“I’m sorry, did you want to postpone this to later? Do you have somewhere else to be right now?”

Mikasa shoves your shoulder, face red-hot with embarrassment. “Oh, fuck off. You know I’m awkward with these things.”

“That’s what we’re trying to fix right now, babe,” you answer smugly. The girl across from you rolls her eyes.

“Fine. How do you suggest I ‘get in the mood’?”

“I mean personally, I’m always horny,” Mikasa snickers in response. You decide to ignore her. “But to get me going I usually will read some smut or just start teasing myself if I have the time and patience.”

“Sure, but… I get horny too and nothing really comes from it. Literally, I guess.” You both giggle at her unintentional pun. “My biggest problem is that I don’t know how… I don’t know what…”

“You don’t know how to touch yourself?”

Mikasa flushes, avoiding your gaze. After a beat or two, she nods in affirmation. You suck in a breath.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Silence.

And then, “Yes.”

Time freezes for a moment and you find yourself unable to breathe. You certainly weren’t expecting your study date to be productive, but there was no way you could’ve guessed it was going to turn out to be a tutoring session for masturbation. But looking at your best friend now, all pink-faced and embarrassed, big doe eyes wide with incredulity and chest heaving in anticipation, you can’t say you’re disappointed with how the day turned out.

Wordlessly, you start to shed your jacket, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a near-silent plop. Mikasa watches you intently as you go to grip the hem of your t-shirt and then nods when you look at her questioningly, a silent request for permission.

You’ve seen each other in only underwear - sometimes less - countless times. This wasn’t new or different for you two by any means. But the context, the atmosphere, could not be less similar.

“I’m going to show you what I do, and then if you’re comfortable with it, you can start to copy me.” you say softly.

“Okay.” Mikasa responds almost breathlessly, watching as you continue to strip until you’re left in only your underwear.

You had to admit, there was something strangely erotic about the situation you found yourself in right now. Thinking about your frustratingly attractive best friend watching you as you got yourself off was more hot than you’d thought it would be.

“I always get myself comfortable. I don’t like being fully dressed when I masturbate if I can avoid it… it gets too hot. It’s also just easier to tease and work yourself up if you have easier access to your own body,” You explain. You lean against Mikasa’s headboard clad in only your bra and panties and slowly begin to trail your fingertips over your breasts and stomach.

“This would probably be around the time I get some reading material or porn out if I’m feeling frustrated. But I don’t really need it right now,” you’ve started to ramble as you realize just how quiet and focused Mikasa had become. Her gaze was locked on to your hands, watching with an unreadable expression as you traced the cups of your bra and underwire. You clear your throat and continue, “I’m not the most sensitive around my tits unless I’m about to get my period. So right now, for instance, they’re a lot more tender than usual.”

You take a deep breath before finally pulling the cups of your bra down, exposing your chest to your best friend and to the cool bedroom. Your fingertips instinctually travel to your nipples and begin to play around with them, rolling them between your thumb and forefingers and giving them an occasional tug. “I kinda skip this bit when I’m super sexually frustrated but for the sake of… what would you even call this? A demonstration?” You giggle nervously for the sake of it, Mikasa half-heartedly joining in. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in a way that almost seemed painful. “You okay, Mik?”

Dark brown, almost black eyes snap back up to meet yours. Her cheeks flush pink as if she just realized that she had been caught staring. “Oh… yeah, yeah I’m good.”

You nod slowly. Without even really thinking about it, you reach around your back and unclip the restrictive garment, sighing in relief as it loosens and falls to the top of the bed. “God, I hate those things.”

Your fingers find their way to your mouth as you subconsciously wet them and bring them back to your hardened nipples, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling.

“Now is usually about when I get myself more… wet, I guess? Jeez, it’s so weird saying this all out loud,” you comment quietly. “I love lightly stroking my inner thighs. They’re super sensitive and usually get me going the quickest.”

You shift a bit more in an attempt to get yourself comfy. Then you realize that you literally have to spread your legs in front of your best friend, who you realize, again, has fallen uncharacteristically silent for the nth time that evening. But the familiar warmth in your lower tummy and the thrumming in your veins prevents you from thinking too much of it, rather encouraging you to get on with the demonstration.

You were so consumed with the details that you hadn’t even realized that your attempts to get yourself horny had worked just as well as usual, if not more so.

Without any further hesitation, you spread your legs, essentially presenting your absolutely sopping pussy to your best friend. You follow through with your own instructions, carefully tracing your inner thighs with your fingers and gradually getting closer and closer to your core.

“At this point,” you breathe out. “I may start teasing myself over my underwear.” Your fingers dance over your panty-clad clit and you sigh, your hips pushing forward into your hand. You can feel the way your body reacts to even the slightest touches, your chest heaving and breath quickening, and you forget to say any sort of bullshit before you strip off your panties completely.

Your fingers find your opening almost out of instinct and you’re startled by how slick you’ve become; you were positively gushing, your arousal covering every inch of your folds and dripping down your labia. “I always start with clit stimulation,” you say quickly, fingers finding the bud with practiced ease and beginning to rub slow, steady circles around it. You hum contentedly. “If I’m too lazy to use my fingers or just wanna blow off some steam, I’ll just use my vibrator. But my fingers almost always give me the best orgasm.”

You pick up the pace, rubbing diligent circles around your clit and melting into the bed beneath you. The pleasure is so intense that you lose yourself in it, wholly forgetting that your best friend is there.

But Mikasa?

She is far too invested in the sight in front of her.

Mikasa has always found you stunning. The first time you guys met was when she first asked her mother if she could marry a girl one day if she wanted to. And while she never actively pursued anything past friendship with you, she still loved you dearly. Her attraction to you was just simply never enough to get in the way of your relationship.

But now? Watching you, in your birthday suit, getting lost in your own pleasure and body with little care or hesitation? She’s not sure she can justify putting that attraction on the back burner any longer. The way your back arches off her lush comforter, the way your hips buck every so often when you hit your clit ever so perfectly, the way your nose and eyes scrunch as you let bliss overtake your senses… Mikasa can’t honestly say she has ever seen anything more beautiful.

The little whimpers and sighs that fall from your bitten lips are music to her ears, a song she wants to listen to on repeat until the end of time. When you open your eyes once more to look at her and say, “eventually… eventually I’ll slip a finger or two in”, Mikasa nearly ascends.

The lips and folds of your pussy are absolutely soaked, puffy and swollen from arousal and stimulation. They were drenched in your juices and glistening like gems. When your middle finger finally slips into your waiting hole, Mikasa can’t help the moan that leaves her lips and mixes in with your own, a perfect harmony.

Whether you hear it or not is irrelevant, especially when masturbating has almost never felt this intense. Mikasa watching you has had a much stronger affect than you could have ever anticipated. Thinking about how she looks at you, imagining that your hand was her own has you squirming, your walls clenching and contracting with every new image your mind conjures up.

Suddenly, you’re broken out of your own daydreams by the sound of a zipper being undone. Your eyes snap open in time to see Mikasa shakily pulling off her jeans. The blush that had stubbornly remained dusted on her nose and cheeks had spread down to her chest, which was now flushed a bashful pink. Her tits - ones you’ve always envied for their sheer perfection - were hardly contained by the pathetic excuse of a shirt she wore, nipples hard and poking through the thin cotton. You’re about to beg her to take it off when she shucks it off with the same urgency her jeans came off with.

“Gonna join me?” You smile softly, slowing your fingers but not ever stopping. Mikasa looks at you, pupils blown wide and chest heaving.

“I… I can’t just watch. Feels like torture,” she answers quickly. You suck in a breath as she situates herself opposite of you, spreading her legs in similar fashion as you and never breaking eye contact. It takes herculean effort to not ogle at her chest, but you know that if you even snuck a peak, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from sucking one of her tits into your mouth. Instead, your gaze drops to her pussy, which looks almost as, if not more, wet than your own. Her pastel pink panties were nearly sheer from her arousal. “I don’t think I need to do any of the teasing,” she says bluntly. You nod your head eagerly in agreement.

You dip two fingers into your hole at that point and can’t hold back the moan that leaves you. The stretch was delightful, the curl of your fingertips even more so.

Mikasa’s patience snaps. Her panties are off in a flash and her hand snakes down to her core. She’s pleasantly shocked by how wet she’d gotten, but she hardly has enough time to register the satisfaction before she hears…

“Mikasa…” you sigh.

Your best friend whines in desperation after hearing the way you moaned her name, starting her first attempt to mimic the motions you showed her earlier. Her middle and ring finger trace clumsy but eager circles around her clit… or at least the general vicinity of it. You watch in fascination as the ebony-haired girl takes her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration and quickens the pace of her fingers.

“Whoa, okay. Slow down a bit, Mik, it’s not a race,” you chuckle lightly, your own motions slowing down to prevent yourself from cumming too quick. “Slowly, gently… Okay?”

Mikasa hums in affirmation, slowing her circles just a bit. You watch as her slender fingers play with her simply stunning pussy with both a sense of teacher-like criticism and lust-induced arousal.

“Your clit’s gonna be a little higher than that. Right about,” you draw out the vowels, reaching to grab her wrist with your clean hand and directing it a bit higher. “here.”

At that moment you both look up, realizing how startlingly close you were. Though she was leaning back on her one free hand, you were practically hovering over her; your faces were mere inches apart, so close that you could feel the light puffs of her exhales on your burning face. Mikasa’s eyes dart between your own before falling to your lips. Your tongue subconsciously darts out to wet them.

The girl across from you groans, hanging her head. “You… you’re gonna need to stop doing that,” she sighs. Her head drops to avoid eye contact, out of embarrassment or frustration you don’t know. You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head and trying to regain eye contact with her.

Your words die in your throat. The gaze you’re locked in with your best friend is way more than just intense. You can’t seem to look away, not that you’d really want to in the first place. Mikasa looks desperate in a way you’ve never seen before, pupils blown out completely and breath coming out in short pants.

You can’t resist dragging your eyes over her figure this time; her whole body was covered in a light layer of sweat and glimmered under the purple LED lights in her room. The hand you had a hold on was trembling slightly and you moved to grab on to it reassuringly. It’s quiet enough in her room that you can still hear the sound of her gulping over the low music you had switched on earlier. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of her, letting your gaze move back up to her eyes. “Mik…” you call out softly.

The nickname seems to be her breaking point. Without any apparent hesitation, Mikasa sits up and presses her lips to yours, locking them in a gentle yet searing kiss. You can’t help but make a small noise of surprise in the back of your throat, but as her previously busy hand slowly travels up your arm to cup the back of your neck, you find yourself melting into her body.

Her lips are some of the softest, if not the softest, you’ve ever felt in your whole life. As she began to move her mouth against yours it took everything in you to not audibly curse yourself out for holding back for so long. You let your body react the way you’ve always wanted it to, your arm snaking around Mikasa’s waist and pulling her body flush against your own. She gasps into your mouth but you silence it almost immediately with your tongue, trying to memorize the feeling and taste of hers. She clings to your shoulders as you lean back, propping herself up on your lap with your chests pressing against one another’s.

Every inch of skin that makes contact with Mikasa’s feels as if it’s aflame, each matching heartbeat sending blood rushing to your head and heat spreading down to your pussy. Your hands are insatiable, never lingering in one place for too long and desperately trying to feel every dip and curve of your best friend’s figure. They eventually settle in her unusually wild ebony hair, tangling up in the soft strands and gently maneuvering her so you had access to her neck.

You find yourself pressing frantic, open-mouthed kisses along her jugular, nipping and sucking more and more as you make your way closer to her chest. Her sweet moans and little whimpers spur you on, motivating you to wordlessly worship every bit of her body.

“Mikasa,” you breathe, pulling away for a moment. You heard her whine quietly and see her try to chase your lips with her own, but your tightened grip in her hair stops her. “Baby… please let me help you make you feel good.”

The girl in your arms freezes for a second, processing your words. Maybe it’s because even after making out with you for a few blissful moments she still isn’t sure how she found herself in this situation, or perhaps she was still nervous about her past experiences getting in her way of having a good time. But after a moment of thinking about it, however, she nods eagerly. “Please,” she finds herself whispering against your lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow exponentially just thinking about what you wanted to do to her.

You grin and kiss her again, this time long and slow… it’s sensual, the way your lips slide against one another’s, the way her fingertips lightly trace the curve of your chest and stomach. Your hands find their home on Mikasa’s hips and you gently guide her off of your lap.

Long, lean legs fall open for you almost as soon as Mikasa finds herself on her bed again. You vaguely register her getting herself situated, leaning back on her elbows and readjusting her hips, and instead find yourself (once again) being absolutely entranced by her pussy.

“What do you want, Mik?” you ask quietly, shifting your gaze up to her own as you lowered yourself to your stomach. Your face was only mere inches away from Mikasa’s dripping hole and it took some of the most intense self control of your life to stop yourself from diving straight in. You could hear Mikasa’s breath hitch as you let your hands rest on the insides of her thighs, your fingers kneading at her soft skin.

“You already know.” she says shakily, gripping on to her bedsheets in anticipation as your touch moved closer and closer to where she wanted you most.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Mikasa feels trapped in your stare, like your eyes were boring into her soul. But, strangely, she didn’t feel nervous or scared. Instead, all she felt was intense longing and lust, want that scratched at her heart and throat and threatened to come spilling out the more you worked her up. She takes a deep, shuddering breath before finally admitting, “I- I want you to make me cum.”

From between her legs, you smile up at her fondly, feeling both proud of her courage and endeared by her desire.

Wordlessly, you lower your face down to her cunt, and without breaking eye contact you take your first confident lick.

Both of you groan in unison, Mikasa in response to the most intense and pleasurable sensation she’s ever felt and you in response to how damn good she tasted. You can’t seem to stop yourself anymore now that you’ve finally gotten a taste of her, eagerly beginning to lick her out.

Mikasa is in heaven right now. She’s convinced that you’re an absolute goddess, a gift from above sent to her for… well, she can’t even begin to imagine what she had to have done to deserve you as she watches your eyes unfocus, losing yourself in her pussy. She feels like she can barely breathe while you have your mouth on her, the tip of your tongue prodding at her entrance and flicking at her clit. When you wrap your perfect lips around the bud and give it the first little suck, she has to bite down on her tongue to prevent too embarrassing a sound from coming out.

You’re not the tidiest person to begin with, but you eat Mikasa out like a starved woman, your spit and her slick absolutely soaking the bottom half of your face. You can’t help yourself. Not when Mikasa makes the prettiest noises and pulls on your hair the way she does.

“F-fuck, baby,” she swears under her breath. You hum in response, looking up at her with wide, doe eyes, at which she promptly curses again. It’s a difficult task, pulling yourself away from her, but you manage. Mikasa whines but you shush her softly, your hand moving from her thigh to her folds to keep her stimulated.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” You ask gently, fingertips rubbing slow, tight circles on her clit.

Mikasa looks positively wrecked. But she attempts a weak smile. “You’re too good at this,” she replies. You chuckle, letting your middle finger slide down her folds and push into her hole. Your best friend sighs, letting her head tip back.

“Well, it’s not hard when the company’s good,” you say. She laughs a bit at that but it’s cut off by a strangled moan when you finally let yourself play with her tits. You decide that this is your new favorite spot: two fingers in your best friend’s cunt with your lips wrapped around her nipples.

Your fingers feel around and curl to find the spot that you know will make Mikasa see stars. You know you’ve found it when she cries out, hips jumping off the bed and back arching. The grin that spreads on your face is uncontainable.

“There we go,” you sigh, quickening the pace of your fingers and making sure you hit that same spot over and over again.

Mikasa isn’t sure she’s ever made this much noise with a partner but she can’t bring herself to care in that moment. She can’t seem to control her body anymore either, her hips seemingly working as if they had a mind of their own. The sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of her pussy are downright lewd, and the rhythmic squelching mixed with her moans is pornographic is every sense of the word.

When you trail kisses down her navel and back onto her cunt, Mikasa’s world explodes. Your fingertips are hitting the same delicious spot over and over again and your lips are busy with her clit, tongue sweeping harsh and deliberate licks on it in time with your fingers. An unfamiliar feeling fills her lower stomach, a warmth that travels down her legs and up her torso. It’s like a rubber band growing more and more taut, seconds away from snapping. And with one particular hand movement, it breaks.

Mikasa bites her lip so hard it bleeds as she cums more violently than you’ve ever seen before, her whole body shuddering like… well, like it was finally releasing two decades of built up tension. You’re deliberate in your movements, riding out the most intense orgasm you’ve ever seen as you savor the taste of her release and gently remove your fingers.

You look up and almost panic when you see Mikasa limp on the bed before you, but you’re reassured by her quiet, indiscernible murmuring. When you finally realize what had happened, you can’t stop yourself from laughing a little bit.

She passed out.

Oh, you are never gonna let her live this down.

~

Somehow, Mikasa finds herself laying in her bed with you laid out right beside her. She frowns; both of you are still as naked as the day you were born, but you had the courtesy to throw one of Mikasa’s homemade quilts over your bodies to conserve a bit of her remaining dignity.

“Wait… What just-”

“Think you might’ve blacked out for a second,” you giggle. Mikasa gapes at you and you can’t help but laugh harder. Your amusement seems to bring her back to the present though and she slaps your arm with a scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so now you wanna act all tough, huh?” you tease, nudging her with your elbow.

“Fuck off, I don’t have to tell you that was great.” she says. You smile at her, hand reaching over to push some of her hair out of her face. Your grin only grows when she lets her head lean into your palm.

“You certainly don’t.”

“You are insufferable.”

“You love me.”

“You’re right, I do.”

Now, that seems to catch you both off guard. Mikasa flushes bright red and avoids your eyes as you stare at her.

“What?”

“I- yeah, I mean. I thought that much was obvious?” It doesn’t seem to be a question but it comes out like one. Mikasa still won’t meet your gaze.

“Mikasa, if it were as obvious as you think it was I don’t think it would’ve taken nearly this long for anything to happen between us.”

Mikasa’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re probably right.”

“I know I am. Looks like both of us are just a little hopeless when it comes to some of this stuff.”

You both snort at the vast understatement.

A beat of silence passes before you add. “I love you, too.”

When you turn to look at the girl beside you, you find that she had already been staring at you, looking very deep in thought. Your face burns at the intensity of her stare and you clear your throat. Mikasa’s gaze refocuses instantly and she blushes, knowing she absolutely got caught.

“What, something on my face?”

“No, I guess I just wasn’t expecting…”

“Expecting me to say it back?“

Mikasa nods solemnly. Your heart swells, a cocktail of different emotions swirling around your chest like a hurricane. But somehow, it doesn’t feel overwhelming or bad. It just sits there, stalling.

“I think I only just figured it out for myself, to be honest,” you admit. “‘Cause I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship over a crush. But I guess it’s more than that. And I think it’s always been more than that… I’ve just been…”

“Scared?” Mikasa finished.

Now it’s your turn to nod. “I don’t regret it though. Any of this,” you say firmly. “In fact, I think this may be one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

Mikasa smiles, a beautiful, real grin that lights up her equally stunning face.

“We can definitely agree on that.”

Silence again. Relieved, comfortable silence. It’s rather comforting.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Mikasa sighs, meeting your stare again. You blush, opening your mouth to respond before she continues, “And… I was thinking…”

“By all means, keep doing that. If this is anything like the last time I’m sure I’ll like whatever you’re coming up with,” you joke, playing with the hand that wasn’t currently pillowing Mikasa’s face. Her skin is pretty tough, calloused and strong from years of lifting and working out. But somehow her hands still seemed delicate, almost doll-like. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by them, interlacing your fingers together in wonder.

Mikasa’s heart stutters at the tender gesture but she’s not deterred by it anymore. “I’d really like to return the favor, if you’re up for it.”

Almost immediately your movements stop. You think your heart stopped as well, for a moment or two. When you finally stop short-circuiting and turn your face to stare at Mikasa in shock, you sputter, “W-wait, return the favor? Like, right now?”

She laughs. “I’m getting deja vu,” Mikasa muses to herself. She sits up, leaning over you and caging your body in her arms. “It’s only fair, dontcha think?”

You feel your whole body burn, desire pushing its way through to the front of your awareness. “I mean… I’m not gonna stop you, but are you sure you want to?” Mikasa chooses that moment to dip her head and nuzzle your cheek, nosing her way to your neck to press soft kisses down your throat.

“I’m sure,” you gasp when you feel her teeth nip the sensitive skin around your collarbone and her lips suck a hickey on to it. “I’m a fast learner but I always pick things up better when I try them hands-on.”

A curious tweak of your nipples makes you moan, back arching into Mikasa’s playful touches. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” you ask breathlessly, watching the ebony-haired woman play with your tits with a fascinated looked on her face.

Mikasa lets out a low, dare-you-say sexy chuckle that makes you want to press your legs together. “Still here, love, don’t worry.” Her right hand slides up from your chest to your jaw, pulling you into a deep, sensual kiss. The action has her thigh bump into your cunt, the tiny bit of contact against your aching clit making you gasp and moan into her mouth. You feel her grin into your mouth before trailing hot kisses along your jaw, her left hand going to cup your pussy. Your hips push into her palm on their own accord, chasing the feeling of her touch on your most sensitive spots. Mikasa leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. “I want you to tell me how you like it, okay?”

Your eyes widen at her words, feeling more turned on than you had ever felt in your entire life. Nodding, you arch your body into your best friend’s. “Please, Mik,” you whimper.

Wordlessly, the ebony-haired beauty begins trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck to your chest, sucking little marks as she went. When she finally reached your tits, she glances up at you with a devious little gleam in her eyes before sucking a hard nipple into her mouth. You gasp, hand reaching up to card your fingers through Mikasa’s hair as the woman toys with your breast. Her tongue traces slow, deft circles around it before lightly sucking, her right hand going to play with your other breast.

You twitch in surprise as you feel Mikasa’s left hand beginning to wander, deft fingers curiously gathering your wetness and spreading it around your folds. The action is welcomed, though, as you find yourself utterly melting into her embrace. She giggles against your warm skin and you gasp at the vibrations it creates against your nipple.

“You’re so cute,” she coos, pulling away from your chest to look at you affectionately. She moves on to lavish your other breast with the same thoroughness as the first one and you keen, fingers tightening around her dark strands. You knew you shouldn’t ever underestimate Mikasa, no matter what, but you still found yourself floored at the total 180 she took from being a blushing, scared virgin to this self-assured, dare-you-say erotic woman in front of you in a mere hour. Your best friend was smart beyond words, and her ability to pick up new skills and execute them flawlessly the first time will never cease to amaze you.

Your train of thought is abruptly cut off when Mikasa begins pressing increasingly fast, sloppy kisses from your chest, down your stomach and finally to your inner thighs. A surprise nip to the sensitive skin there causes you to yelp and then giggle, equally aroused and endeared by this new side to the beautiful girl laid out in front of you.

Mikasa was having the time of her life teasing you. She basked in your little sounds, the little gasps and whimpers that escaped you as she marked up your pretty thighs music to her ears. And when she snuck a peak up at your face, watching how your brows furrowed and chest heaved in anticipation, she could feel her stomach clench with the need to please you the way you were able to please her.

As she brought her gaze back down to your center, Mikasa had to bite back a groan. Your pussy was practically begging to be touched with the way it was leaking, the wetness soaking even the delicate skin surrounding your swollen folds. She almost felt bad that you had gotten so close to a release only to stop and help her, but she was determined to fix that for you.

A gasp tore out of your throat when Mikasa finally placed a soft kiss to your clit. After your own attempts to get off and then experiencing something as sexy as watching your best friend come undone for the first time, to say that you were desperate was a bit of an understatement. You spread your legs wider in encouragement, resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and push her closer to you.

When Mikasa’s tongue darted out and took it’s first little lick to your clit, you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Mikasa, meanwhile, groaned at your taste and latched her lips around the nub. Her hands gently kneaded at your thighs, keeping you spread for her.

It would be safe to say that you were losing your mind, at least a bit. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought that the beautiful girl lapping at your folds was a literal pro at eating pussy, her tongue and lips bold in their movements and somehow managing to bring you right to the edge in less that a minute.

“Shit, Mik, you’re a fucking natural,” you sighed, breath hitching when the raven-haired beauty let the tip of her tongue prod at your entrance. She looked up at you through dark, full eyelashes, already dark eyes nearly black with desire.

“I had a good teacher,” she breathed out, a devious smirk playing on her glistening lips as she dove back in with somehow even more enthusiasm than she had originally.

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing the top of Mikasa’s head when she wiggled her tongue into your leaking hole, experimenting with different movements and speeds to see what you reacted to.

Truthfully?

You didn’t care what she did. It all felt amazing. The pleasure coursing through your veins was white-hot and suffocating, leaving your brain blissfully empty, aside from the lingering thought of your talented and gorgeous best friend.

She was working magic on you. It was fucking insane to you that she was working you up this well and it was the first time she had ever done it. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have been too shocking; Mikasa was naturally gifted in basically everything she did. Eating pussy was no exception.

Her lips and tongue were exceptionally soft yet firm, tracing unrecognizable shapes and patterns on and around your clit, alternating between playing with the sensitive bud and sucking at your entrance.

It was like she was everywhere, and in an essence, she was. Her mouth was occupied, but her hands were adventurous and worshipping, running up and down your legs and torso with something akin to reverence. You couldn’t take your eyes off of hers, not that you wanted to to begin with. The adoration and love in her eyes filled you with indescribable warmth, which when paired with some of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, catapulted you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had in minutes.

You came with a cry, thighs threatening to trap Mikasa’s head between them as your body shook from the intensity of it all. She worked you through it, keeping your legs wide open and eagerly lapping up everything that you gave her.

When you finally came down from your high, you felt your arms go limp, hand leaving Mikasa’s head and dropping to your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Mikasa sat up, licking her lips before wiping the excess away with the back of her hand. She gazed down at you lovingly and crawled over you, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“Good?” she whispered questioningly as she pulled away, resting her forehead on yours.

You laughed in disbelief. “Good? Mik, that was the best orgasm I���ve ever had. If that was your first time, I’m almost scared to see what you’ll be like with practice.”

Mikasa laughed, loud and boisterous, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, wrapping her lithe body in your arms and pulling her in closer.

“Well, only one way to find out,” she murmured in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’ve unleashed a monster,” you breathed out in mock-horror.

Both of you erupted in giggles, holding on to one another tightly.

“Thank you,” Mikasa said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I feel like I should be thanking you, love,” you responded, brushing her bangs out of her face. She smiled softly, kissing your palm.

“I think we both got pretty lucky.”

a/n: long time no see, lovelies! hope you enjoyed this :,,) i’ve been working on it for a long, LONG time because my writer’s block has been awful. i’m praying that it was worth the wait. if there are any mistakes or errors, just comment and i’ll try to fix them! <3

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[tteokdoroki]

doll, you’re absolutely STUNNING

oh !! thank you :(( i giv kith

[fuctacles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Howard Link/Allen Walker Characters: Howard Link, Allen Walker, Kanda Yuu, Lavi (D.Gray-man) Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mutual Pining, Asexual Character, Fluff, Christmas, Wordcount: 5.000-10.000, Secret Santa, D.Gray-man Secret Santa 2019 Summary:

Allen brought a Christmas tree taking up half of their living room. He flooded the fridge with Christmas dishes he couldn't touch. Replaced all the soaps and shampoos with Christmas scented ones. It was barely the first week of December and Link dreaded what else his flatmate was gonna pull out of his stockings.

Written for @dgmsecretsanta2k19 for anon3

[bsstories]

literally any time!! i cant wait to get to work on this one fic that i’ve been planning. i’m so excited to share 🥺

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

[bsstories]

eren’s pull out game

eren jaeger has the worst pull out game and not a single one of you can change mind.

that man is far too possessive and far too greedy to ever even consider pulling out, even if you asked him to repeatedly. he loves the feeling of shooting his load deep inside of you; the sight of it practically gushing out of your tight little hole; the thought that he was the only one that will ever be able to fill you up the way he does.

not to mention the fact that eren is a slave to your pussy. that man may come off as in charge, but the second you spread your legs, he’s on his knees practically worshipping it. every time his cock is nestled deep in your walls, he does everything in his power to stay there. he will have come four times, his dick beyond overstimulated and your cunt oozing hot, white cum, but he will stay between your legs as long as you let him.

you could lay there, sobbing and sore all over with your legs shaking uncontrollably and pussy swollen beyond belief, absolutely begging the man to let up a bit but he’s “not done until he says he’s fucking done”. the absolute last resort is your safe word, which is only sparsely used in the bedroom because even you fall into a trance once eren finds himself rutting into you like a man possessed.

eren is one selfish bastard but it’s one of the things you love about him.

[fuctacles]

Capturing Adventure (BakuKami Week 2018 Day 2)

December 3rd [Day 2]: Mermaid/Pirate AU | “Don’t you fuckin’ dare” | Injury

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki | Rating: let’s say G | Wordcount: 1821

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“What with the costume?” Bakugou felt someone slide next to him and breathe in his direction but didn’t acknowledge the intruder. He sipped from his bottle, waiting for the dude to get the message and leave. Alas, he prodded further. “Hello? I’d like to know where I can get myself such a fine garment.”

A sensation of fingers caressing his loose sleeve made Bakugou react at last. In the blink of an eye, he had a knife pointed at the intruder who instantly pulled away, although didn’t seem really fazed by the blade pointed at him. Katsuki figured with this attitude he had knives pointed at him a lot.

“I stole it,” he rasped out. He stuck the knife in the table between them, eyeing his unwanted company threateningly.

The company leaned back in but kept the distance.

“Oh? Isn’t that a crime?” the man raised his eyebrow, smirking. That made Bakugou lean into his personal space with threatening, overwhelming presence. That must have been a first for the stranger because he finally seemed to start questioning his life choices.

“Are you threatening me? You’re a fucking pickpocketer yourself,” he hissed and grabbed his arm, pushing up his sleeve to retrieve a coin from there and put it back in his pouch. When he straightened he expected the exposed thief to flee but he was still there proudly puffing his chest.

“Excuse you, but I’m not a cheap pickpocketer. I’d rather call it,” he waved his hand, “a hobby, you’d say? Or a way of checking one’s dispositions,” he smiled charmingly, but it had an undertone that told Bakugou not to trust him.

“Dispositions?” Bakugou found his mouth moving despite himself. The stranger had the kind of aura around him that made him want to know more.

“Why yes, I’m hiring! Aren’t you here to taste the adventure yourself?” he asked, leaning in by putting his chin on his fist.

Bakugou was. But he hoped he wasn’t that obvious. He came to the shady tavern to escape his boring life, the pampering, the praises and the gifts, all seasoned with whispers behind his back. He wanted to flip them all off and taste what being feared, respected and admired felt like. That was impossible in the stiff society he was living in so far. He squared his shoulders.

“How do you know I’m not here to hire someone myself?” he asked with confidence accented with a sip of his drink. The smile he got in return rubbed him in the wrong way but he knew he had to keep his cool. For now.

“Boy, I can tell someone who hadn’t had an ounce of fun in their life from afar. I’ve spent half of my life on a ship sailing the world; I know how an adventurer looks like.”

Katsuki gritted his teeth. He hated the tone he was treated with. And boy? He looked the stranger upside down. He was dressed similarly to Katsuki, but his clothes looked more worn and tattered, dirty even. His skin was sunburnt and covered with small scars. He had gold earrings and few signets. Next to him laid a feathered tricorne hat. His appearance and the look in his eyes aged him but he couldn’t have been older than Bakugou. How dare he look down on him? He gulped down some more of his drink. He was glad for the alcohol in his system; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to take all of this so calmly.

“So you’re hiring for a ship?” he asked to keep himself occupied. Even if he didn’t want to work with the douche it was good to gather some information.

The stranger smiled at his interest.

“Not just a ship. A pirate ship,” he stage whispered. Getting the reaction he wanted – eyes widened in surprise – he offered his hand. “Captain Chargebolt, it’s nice to meet you.”

Bakugou didn’t take his hand. He looked at his smiling face in confusion, and then burst into a husky, barked laugh. The captain put his hand down, frowning.

“What’s so funny?”

Bakugou have heard stories about Chargebolt, the gruesome pirate who sunk one of the biggest ships of the Queen’s fleet. Who spread his bad fame throughout all the seas and lands. He saw the bounty posters in many port towns, each with more horrifying face than the previous one. And none of them looked like a young man with smooth face, blond hair and a soft spot for nice clothes.

“You don’t even look like a pirate, and you go around titling yourself like that?” he leaned back, looking at him with amusement. “You shouldn’t be so loud, what if the real Chargebolt hears about it?” he chuckled, visibly enjoying having back the upper hand and a victim to make fun of.

The so-called captain, on the other hand, went silent. He looked calmly at the man in front of him and it took Katsuki a longer while to notice something was off and drop the smile off his face. He frowned at the calm anger the pirate was emanating. Before he could say anything, the man stood up, slamming his fist on the table. The smile he gave him was completely lacking of mirth.

“Oh, you saw through me. Such a clever boy.” His mocking tone made Bakugou’s blood grow hot, but he stayed in place, because he knew he was right. There was no way the man was a pirate captain. Let alone the one he was claiming to be.

The adventurer opened his fist, thus throwing some coins on the table. “Have a drink on me as a prize,” he said patting him on the shoulder. “See you around.” He left the tavern followed by squinted red eyes.

*

In retrospect, Katsuki should have known better than to buy so many drinks for money he was given by a stranger. The walk to the closeby inn he rented a room in wasn’t that hard, but he barely had the time to kick down his shoes and put down the hat the stranger left behind, before he saw a flurry of yellow followed by an unpleasant zap and then the darkness engulfed him.

Now he was lying surrounded by soft, fluffy pillows. Opening his eyes to a dim light awakened a throbbing headache that made him groan and push his face back into the pillow. He heard a rustle somewhere close to him.

“Are you awake?” came a quiet, unfamiliar voice. He remained silent but the stranger followed with another question anyway. “Do you want some water?”

Water sounded good to his dry tongue so he grunted in response and slowly turned around, lifting himself on his elbows. He blinked a few times to clear his vision.

In front of him was a muscular man with wide shoulders and a tan. His bandana-tied hair was obnoxiously red and his smile consisted of threateningly sharp teeth. He was holding a wooden cup that Katsuki accepted, sniffed and took a tentative sip before deciding it was plain water and chugging down the whole cup. The stranger smiled at him, showing off his fangs.

“I’ll tell captain you’re awake,” he announced and before Katsuki could ask anything else, he disappeared.

When he was gone Bakugou put the cup down and looked around. It seemed he was in a cabin full of books, maps and various trophies, one more exotic than the other. The pillows and covers he was lying on were all of different fabrics and patterns, visibly from different sides of the world. It was exactly like he imagined a pirate cabin and a little bit more.  

The door opened and a smiling blonde entered the cabin. Bakugou’s first instinct was to get on his feet but he was still too hangover to do so, so the best he could do was sit up and straighten his back to look at least a little bit more threatening and confident.

“Welcome aboard the Thunder Queen!” the man greeted, opening his arms with pride. Bakugou gritted his teeth, feeling his headache worsen.

“Did you just fucking kidnap me?!” he hissed out with slowly boiling fury. But it didn’t faze the pirate; he just laughed it off and leaned on his desk.

“I sure did. You wouldn’t believe I was Chargebolt and that deeply wounded me,” he feigned hurt in his voice, placing a hand over his heart. Bakugou scoffed.

“Like hell it did.”

The captain smiled.

“Look, I couldn’t have a boy like you go around spitting on my name. Such a pretty one too. I’d rather have you on my side. So, what do you say?” he cocked his head to the side, eyeing Katsuki with mirth.

“Huh?” he was too angry to even understand what that madman was saying. The captain only smiled at that, but something in his eyes shifted mischievously again.

“I’m a man of my word, so you either sign a contract to earn your food and a part of the loot or we leave you in the next port we deck in. You don’t have to decide just yet, of course.”

Bakugou was fuming but the captain kept his annoying, amused smile on. He pushed away from the desk and approached him to sit down next to him, which made Bakugou scoot away, but it didn’t put enough distance between them to his liking. The captain chuckled and pulled a small bottle from an inside pocket of his coat.

“Drink it. It’s good for a hangover.” He offered him the bottle but seeing his threatening stare he raised an eyebrow. “You’re on an open sea, on a ship, surrounded by pirates. You think it can worsen your position?” And after another second he added. “I’m not gonna drug ya, I’m a consent type of guy.” He smiled charmingly leaning in and that made Katsuki rip the bottle out of his hand and chug down its contents.

It was spicy and thick and his first reaction was to spit it out, but the captain was instantly on him, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Swallow it, it’s fucking expensive.”

Bakugou looked into his stern, golden pupils from too close and swallowed, his eyes watering. He breather through his nose feeling a weird soothing sensation in his mouth and throat slowly fighting the nausea and making him think a little clearer already.

The captain noticed it and took his hand away, patting his cheek.

“Good boy,” he cooed. Bakugou swatted his hand away, which made him chuckle. He took the bottle and stood up. “Now come, I’ll show you the deck.”

Bakugou put on his displeased face and stood up reluctantly. But inside, he was thrilled for the unknown that was coming towards him so rapidly. For the sea adventures awaiting him with the Chargebolt he has heard so many stories about. Stories which truthfulness he was about to verify.

[bryanbachar]

He descended from the heavens, this 4 foot god of the winds, to plant himself before me. I heard his challenge...and accepted his call. The battle rang loud, as thunder rolls and basics troll. It raged for the moments between breaths of the mammals of the deep, ignorant of danger, graceful in arms. He almost had me, his crane technique superb. But he could not resist my Bach Fu...Before he flew back into the realm of above, he treated me to #innout, his favorite. I got a double double. He got fries, animal style....And we both got a friend. #bryanbachar #BsStories #animals #birds #havefun #imagination #manvsnature #stories #write #whynot #beautifulanimals #food #BelieveItDoIt #sanfrancisco #nature #battles #fighting #legendary #tales #truth #awesomefights #fights @f4ylmovie @onestudios https://www.instagram.com/bryanbachar/p/BvvUmMkDSOb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6hlpczuzfom4

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[bsstories]

feel free to send in if you’d like!

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?) 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?) 

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?) 

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?) 

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

[bsstories]

just thinking abt being in a poly relationship with eren and jean </3

even though it looks like they hate each other’s guts from another person’s perspective, you know better than anyone they love each other just as much as they love you (despite the fact they’ll never admit it in front of other people). you know they love each other when they wrestle each other on your ridiculously big shared bed until one of them pins down the other to give them the longest, deepest kiss; when communicate with only small shifts of their eyes or nudges of their heads about the exact way they want to take you; when jean slowly thrusts into eren, strong legs thrown over his shoulders, one hand entwined with eren’s while the other pushes your head to take eren’s cock deeper into your mouth; when eren takes jean from behind and purposefully grips on to his hips tight enough to leave marks for all of jean’s teammates to see.

eren and jean can be a rather abrasive pair from an outsider’s point of view. both are too headstrong and stubborn for their own good, not to mention remarkably loud. one would question how a relationship dynamic would even function between two people with such strong personalities, but the final piece of the puzzle for them will always be you.

you are the glue that keeps the relationship together, the person that never suppresses their bold personas but finds ways to help them control themselves. you’re the peacekeeper, the caregiver, and they could not be more thankful for how perfectly you balance them out.

in fact, they are so thankful that they downright spoil you. outings and dates, gifts and gestures, silly things like making you go out for a spa day only for you to return to a home cooked meal and a bubble bath, both fit for three. your lovers aren’t the best with words, so they find any way possible to show you how deeply they love and care for you.

you know how much they love you through little things; through the old habits that are unique to each of them and the new ones that develop between the three of you the longer you’re together.

eren is not shy with his love, nor is he stingy with it. he wants everyone to know what’s his at all times. there will never be a moment where eren isn’t touching you, whether it be holding your hand, throwing an arm around your shoulders, gripping your waist, grabbing your ass… you name it, he’s done it. he practically craves confrontation so he can profess his love and adoration for you for all to hear (and because even thought he’ll deny it, he thinks it’s amusing when people are intimidated by him).

jean is a bit more conservative. it’s not that he doesn’t want to be all over you every waking moment of the day, it’s just he doesn’t like the idea of people being able to see how beautiful you look when you’re flustered or turned on. he’s a bit more subtle, opting to link your pinkies together or hold your hand. he’ll leave hickies in places only you, himself, and eren will see, because the knowledge that they’re there is all he needs to remind him that you’re his and eren’s… no one else’s.

you each rotate who plans your dates together but generally, jean is the romantic of the relationship. eren will tease the fuck out of him every time jean so much as buys you & eren a bouquet of flowers (then he’ll secretly take one from each bouquet he receives and press it into a photo album he has filled with memories he has of his favorite people… the man is a closeted sap). but no matter what he says, eren feels his heart soar every time jean pulls another one of his endless streams of romantic gestures, from an anniversary that called for the whole apartment being filled with rose petals and white candles to a sunset picnic at the beach.

eren’s dates are a bit more practical. he doesn’t particularly care what he does with you guys as long as you spend time together. he loves the little domestic moments you share that span from picking out paint colors for your bedroom or grocery shopping. he absolutely lives for cooking meals together in the kitchen, upbeat music playing over your speakers turning dinner into a dance party. eren wishes he could bottle the feeling he has in his chest when you both fall asleep tangled up on the couch together, you and jean sandwiching him in the middle and creating the most comfortable scene he could ever hope for.

eren and jean don’t agree on much, but they both agree that you deserve the world and more. so they do their absolute damndest to give it to you :(((

[fuctacles]

A Life Full of Flavor

BakuKami Week 2018 Day 3

December 4th [Day 3]: Pro-heroes | Spicy | Fear 

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki | Rating: T | Wordcount: 2717

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The day was sunny, bright and calm. It hurt Katsuki’s eyes as he was dragged down the muddy alleys to some unknown direction.

“You’ll like it there, trust me!” his captain had said and started leading him further and further into the pirate haven.

It’s been a few months since Katsuki started his life as a pirate. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he preffered it his previous tasteless one. Learning new stuff on calm days, breaking shit on stormy ones. He liked it. But there were some things he missed. Like showers or balanced breakfasts.

It was their first stop when they could use the money they gathered so far and somehow he let himself be dragged by his captain to what he claimed was “a promised land”.

Soon they stood in front of an inn that looked far different from what they’ve passed so far. It was build with actual bricks and didn’t look like it was about to collapse on them. When Chargebolt stepped inside Katsuki followed him with wariness.

The inside was even more striking. It was clean and didn’t smell like cheap rum and pee. It wasn’t crowded either and whoever Katsuki laid his eyes on was tipsy at worst.

Struck by the sudden change of the atmosphere he haven’t noticed his captain had already approached the counter and got a key that he dangled in front of Katsuki’s face as soon as he joined his side.

“I got us one room to share for some captain – quartermaster bonding time.”

“I don’t wanna bond with you,” Katsuki growled but he followed Chargebolt nevertheless. The corridor leading to their room was decorated with old mismatched tapestry and some random paintings. Bakugou would laugh at how pirates tried to imitate higher culture but being one of them now he was surprised they managed even this much.

The room turned out to be so much better. It had two queen sized beds, a fluffy carpet with a coffe table, and a small wardrobe. A big window was letting in warm sunlight, adding to the room’s inviting coziness.

Chargebolt flopped down on one of the beds, nuzzling into the pillows like he didn’t have even better ones on his ship. He waved in the direction of closed door.

“You can go first, I’ll order us some food,” he said, and Katsuki suspiciously followed his hand. He opened the door and nearly gasped at the sight.

“Shower…” he whispered in disbelief. Chargebolt chuckled behind him.

“Aren’t you happy to clean up after all this time on the ship?” He smiled knowingly which only made Bakugou shut the door behind him, muting his laugh.

He didn’t waste time and stripped down immediatelly. He stepped inside and turned the tap without even adjusting the water, welcoming the cold cascade on his bare shoulders, his eyes closed in pleasure. After a second of relishing the shower itself he went on to actually adjusting the water to his liking. When it was pleasantly hot he looked around and spotted a shelf full of soaps and bottles with labels in so many languages he couldn’t read some of them. There was still so much more world for him to see, so much to learn and discover. He grabbed the bottles and read all of the labels he could carefully so he could choose the scents and properties suited to his liking. He was glad to find something soothing for his sunburnt skin and scented with heavy spices.

He knew he had spend much more time in the shower than he would in his previous life but it was a given when he hasn’t seen one in half a year. He had never thought a simple shower would feel so good.

When he stepped out into the steamy bathroom, all its tiles wet with droplets, he found towels folded on a shelf. He dried himself off and wrapped one around his waist before grabbing his clothes and leaving the bathroom.

His captain looked up from a piece of paper, a glass of wine in his other hand. He smiled at the sight of him. Katsuki felt his eyes on his bare chest.

“I’ve already ordered. Wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a bit of everything,” he said, pouring another glass of wine and handing it to him. Katsuki took it and sat down on his bed, dropping his clothes on the floor. At this point he had developed a weird kind of reluctant trust towards his captain so he drank the offered drink without second thought.

“I’ve also asked someone to get our clothes and clean them later,” Chargebolt have added, putting the glass down and starting to take off all of his earrings, signets and other jewelry. “Take the food when they bring it. And don’t bother dressing up,” he added, noticing Bakugou’s glance towards his clammy towel. “They’ve seen way worse things.” He smiled, dropping his belt and unbuttoning his t-shirt. “Mind my stuff,” he said just before taking off his pants. Bakugou averted his gaze as his captain undressed to add his clothes to their pile of laundry. Finally, he heard an amused chuckle and the sound of bathroom door closing.

Katsuki leaned back and after a second of thought poured himself another drink. The towel he was sitting in started to feel a bit unpleasant with all the water it absorbed but he didn’t want to take the service with no clothes on. He believed the reason his captain showed him this place was because he was more civilized than the rest of the crew. He didn’t want to ruin that impression. His knowledge already put him high in the rank with little time but he knew from experience it was easy to ruin one’s achievements by fucking up one or two social interactions.

He was halfway through the bottle and the first chapter of a book he found on the shelf when he heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” he yelled, eyeing the distance between him and his captain’s pistol.

He didn’t let his guard down before all the food was laid on an acceptably flat surface and their dirty clothes were taken. Only then did he look around at the various meals before him. Some of them he knew only from books and others he couldn’t even name. He grabbed some safely looking shrimps and while he was chewing one, the bathroom doors opened and he nearly choked seeing his captain butt naked.

It was not that he saw him like that for the first time. He learned quicky and harshly that pirates were ordinary and straight-forward, but he didn’t expect much from a bunch of men confined to a limited space in the middle of an ocean. This, however, was no such situation. There were only two of them and the room they shared. Adding the captain’s teasing personality and his ambiguous relationship with Riot, Bakugou didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t give a single shit about his captain’s preferences. He just didn’t know how he would react if he turned out to be one of them.

Chargebolt opened the wardrobe Bakugou didn’t pay much attention to before, and retrieved two pieces of silky fabric. He threw one at him.

“Here, you can change into it,” he said, while sliding on what appeared to be silky red robe. Somehow it seemed even less appropriate than his completely undressed state. Bakugou didn’t want to make a big deal out of this though so he stood up, letting his wet towel drop to the floor, and shrugged on the robe too. He tied it loosely around his waist and threw the towel on the wardrobe door to dry.

Meanwhile his captain sat down on the fluffy rug next to the short table most of the food was placed on.

“The bathroom smelt nice after you,” he informed, grabbing some kind of sandwich with a big chunk of weirdly shaped meat. He bit into it, motioning for him to join him on the floor. Katsuki was reluctant after the sentence he just heard though. Nevertheless his captain continued unfazed. “If you’re into spicy things, which honestly I thought you would so I ordered it, you should try this one,” he said, scooting to the plate near his bed where a bowl of steaming food was standing. He picked it up and offered it to Bakugou, who took it after a second of confusion.

Accepting his captain was a total nutcase, he sat down where he could lean on the back of the bed. That made them sit quite close to each other but it didn’t make him feel concerned. Yet.

He took a bite of the meal he recognized as curry, something he wanted to try but never had the chance too, and felt the pleasant burn of hot, spicy food he liked so much. He felt his captain’s gaze on himself but didn’t let it get to him. The good meal helped him with that.

That was until he was halfway the bowl and he heard a sniff right next to him. He looked to the side and saw the blond leaning in and honest to god sniffing him.

“With all due respect, captain, but what the fuck are you doing?”

“Smelling you,” his captain answered like it was nothing. “You smell kind of the same,” he noticed. Bakugou growled and put his hand on his face to push him away, but he persisted, pushing back into it. “I wanna try it,” he whined like he wasn’t one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. Bakugou rolled his eyes and put the bowl in front of Chargebolt’s face. He looked kind of disappointed but Bakugou didn’t put much mind into it.

His captain took a bite of curry and stuck his tongue out almost immediately, giving him the bowl back. He also seemed to bite down a comment at the tip of his tongue, eyeing Bakugou intensely. He already knew he wouldn’t like where it was going even before the words escaped Chargebolt’s mouth.

“Do you taste the same though?”

“The fuck what now.” It was too much for him to process or even accent his response with appropriate anger or question.

“Can I taste you, Lord Explosion Murder?”

Bakugou felt his face grow hot both at the question itself and the use of nickname he came up with when he was trying to find a cool pirate name.

“What,” he barked out, getting defensive and leaning back while Chargebolt leaned in closer with a mischievous smirk.

“You heard me,” he said, smiling. “Just a lick, for comparison,” he added, but Bakugou was already moving away to the opposite side of table.

“Stay away, pervert,” he growled, curling into himself and digging back into his food. Chargebolt only shrugged, grabbing the bottle of wine and refilling their glasses.

But the idea of his captain’s tongue on him was already planted in Bakugou’s mind and it was taking dangerous turns whenever he stopped paying conscious attention to it. He kept thinking if he’d just lick his hand or rather get distracted by the opening of his robe and go for the collarbones, the neck. Or would he go further and reach his cheek, getting really close to his mouth and then-

“It will get cold, you know.”

Bakugou focused his gaze on the man in front of him, realizing he spaced out with the  spoon midway to his mouth. He pried the fantasy away, feeling his cheeks grow hot with the sudden awareness of the proximity with the man he just fantasized about and the knowing smile he was aiming at him.

He casted his gaze down, continuing eating and focusing on the food solely. As soon as he finished it there was another glass in his hand.

“From Mexico,” his captain explained. “Try it.”

“If you drug me I will kill you after,” he threatened, lifting the cup to his mouth.

“If I drugged you you would thank me. I know some pretty good stuff.” Chargebolt smiled at him and yet again he wasn’t sure if they were talking about drugs anymore.

The drink tasted like a liquid jalapeno and it was the best thing he has ever had in his mouth. He extended his glass for more which earned him a disgusted face but he was poured more anyway.

They dug into more food seasoned generously with stories of their lands of origins from Chargebolt who became only more talkative with each drink, his stories becoming less and less believable. Katsuki listened though, knowing him well enough by now to believe most of them.

“…and it was such a pity to crash their reception like that, so I asked him if he’d like to marry me instead. And that’s how I’m basically engaged with a Cuban prince,” he finished one of the stories, the words a bit slurred at the end.

“So you do swing that way?” Bakugou asked suddenly and thus realized he was more drunk than he had thought. The spice burning his throat completely covered the burn of alcohol so he had forgotten he was even drinking one. And even if he’d ask his captain about it sober, it would never be a slurred flurry of words stuck to each other.

His captain hummed, unaware of his sudden realization.

“’course I am,” he admitted just like that, which took Bakugou aback. “I mean, I’m on a closed space with a bunch of dudes and I have my needs. Or did you not notice my alone time with Riot?” He looked up while rising his glass to take a sip, looking him straight in the eye.

Bakugou did notice Riot. And him disappearing in his captain’s cabin for hours. Their captain, that is.still processing this, he nodded absentmindedly at the next question he hasn’t even heard. Chargebolt’s piercing gaze made him realize in delay he was just complimenting his lover.

“Are you jealous, grenade boy? I’m sure he would be interested and I can share,” he said, this dangerous tone back in his voice and Katsuki suddenly wanted to be far away from him, from this room, from the alcohol and their loose tongues. From the truth he was denying for months. “Or is it me that you’re jealous of?”

“Yes.”

They stared at each other, blinking owlishly and processing this one word that just appeared between them, both equally bewildered by it. Chargebolt huffed, putting his glass down.

“Oh.” He brushed his blond hair back with his fingers, biting down on his lip. Bakugou knew he wasn’t anticipating such response, that he expected more teasing and having an upper hand like the captain he was.

But not with him, and seeing his captain like this finally made his desires clear and his mind set on one goal, now involving alcohol flushed cheeks and bitten down lips. With the annoying teasing aside, he was now the one with control and he was going to use it to his liking.

“I-“ Chargebolt finally opened his mouth to say something, but Bakugou was already on him, scent of fruity soap and alcohol filling his nostrils. The captain’s eyes zeroed on his lips and that was all the invitation he needed before kissing him. His lips were softer than he had expected and he was very responsive which he anticipated. He raked his finger through the blonde hair while captain wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

The taste of alcohol mixed on their tongues, making Katsuki feel intoxicated. He let his free hand roam and explore the expanses of his captain’s bare chest, which made the man sigh into his mouth and lean back, almost pulling them on the ground. And after a second of thought, Katsuki pushed him fuly down anyway.

Chargebolt looked up at him with a content smile, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and his tongue licking the aftertaste of their kiss.

“You taste way better,” he concluded. Bakugou snorted at that and leaned back down to shut his stupid mouth with his own.

[bsstories]

so i’ve been hanging on to these updates since part three was uploaded and all i can say is holy FUCK. it is so well-developed and well written, in regards to the smut, the fluff, the angst, and everything in between. and on top of all that, this fic has made me realize many *ahem* things about myself i never knew or cared to think about. i have so so so many great things to say about it and i’m looking forward to seeing how it ends 🥺

Poly Series

a smutty series where YN meets and falls in love with the members of NCT (99line and above). Almost Complete. About 200k in length total. Read warnings at the beginnings of each chapter. Smut, smut, more smut, with some fluff and angst and things. Younger members are mentioned in the story, but not ever involved in the smut. 

bulletpointed parts are drabbles, not really necessary to the storyline, so you can skip them if you want

i. can’t we share - 13.1k, a chance encounter leads to you meeting and falling in love with them all, and why bother choosing between them when you can have them all?

ii. naughty & nice - 6.8k, it’s Christmas and you make yourself a present for your boyfriends, but Kun, Doyoung, and Ten are the only ones who get to unwrap you

let the day pass us by - 2.8k, you spend a little cuddly, sexy quality time with jaehyun

iii. all you need - 22.7k, more of the poly orgy smut OR being in love with and making love with all twelve of your boyfriends is easy, they brighten your days and your nights, and it’s a lot but it’s all yours

never: a drabble - 1k, during the tour bus scene of All You Need, Haechan is elsewhere and here is just a little snippet of his POV of events

iv. love me - 10.5k, it’s been a month since where you left things in your relationship with the boys, and you’re trying to get over them, but how can you do that when they want so badly to be loved by you?

v. never enough - 18.8k, in the end it comes down to this: hands on skin, rolling bodies, tongues and teeth, and so many things happening, yet it’s still never quite enough (pure smut, honestly)

vi. traces of you  -  23.7k, there’s so much love to go around, quiet moments and hot nights, the press of skin on skin, whispered promises and I love yous, and under it all just the constant beating of a heart loved.

vii. good thing - 13k, after the bombshell realization you need to uncover the truth. this is the aftermath.

viii. coming home - 21.2k, when you found out you were pregnant, you worried you’d have to go it alone, but instead you find that you have quite a lot of support, several boyfriends that love you wholeheartedly, and a place to call home

gimme that: a drabble - taking place shortly after you’d moved in to the house with them, you’re dealing with a bothersome pregnancy symptom, and Lucas wants to be there with you

ix. adore you - 32.4k, these last months of your pregnancy bring delights and troubles, but it all culminates in the true wonder of holding your daughter in your arms with her father at your side

x. fresh air - 27.8k, the first few months of life with your boyfriends and your newborn daughter bring numerous hardships that none of you were truly prepared for

xi. the finale - ~43k, coming soon!!

[bsstories]

House Rules

pairing: armin arlert x annie leonhart x fem!reader

rating: mature, nsfw, 18+. MINORS DNI

word count: 12.3k

genre: college au, modern au, friends-to-uhhh?, smut, fluff

summary: in which an intense game of uno among friends brings out the best and worst of its company, including a few secrets that incite more fun than was originally planned.

tags/warnings: sub!armin, dom!annie, switch!reader, college au, modern au, friends-to-uhhh?, fluff, smut (nsfw, threesome, degradation kink (m & f receiving), praise kink (m & f receiving), cunnilingus, blow jobs, ass-slapping, use of toys (vibrating cock ring, ropes, strap-on), use of restraints (ropes), orgasm denial, dumbification (m. receiving), dacryphilia, vaginal penetration, rimming, anal penetration (m. receiving), pegging, mommy kink, daddy kink, use of pet names (angel, beautiful, baby, baby girl, baby boy, etc), tongue sucking, spit kink, creampie (f. receiving), aftercare) if i missed anything please let me know.

You watch amusedly as your friends Annie and Armin bicker about Uno house rules from the floor of Annie's living room, taking a slow sip from your drink. The sweet and slightly bitter taste of cherry hit your taste buds before sliding down your throat.

You were currently nursing the nearly empty White Claw can in one hand, the other pushing your slightly sweat-dampened hair out of your face. Your Uno hand laid face down in front of you, untouched since the argument began five minutes prior.

The three of you had participated in a biannual game night together with a few of your other close high school friends as a way to see one another and catch up after graduating. Between this year being your last year in college and the first time working as an intern, you had very little time to socialize with anyone, let alone friends who didn't all go to the same college as you. But spring break provided the perfect opportunity for everyone to reconnect.

It was down to you three, your other friends leaving one by one as the night grew longer and the drink supply dwindled. You had been planning on staying overnight at Annie's apartment anyways, so it wasn't like you had anywhere else to be.

As for Armin?

He was adamant on winning this monster round of the card game, as it had dragged on for nearly an hour and he was too invested and too stubborn to just forfeit. For better or worse, Armin was never one to back down from a challenge, and Annie knew exactly which buttons to press to get him fuming.

When the game had originally started, there were still five more people hanging out, participating, or watching the round unfold. But they had grown tired and turned in for the rest of the night, and you didn't blame them one bit. You yourself were sleepy too, your eyes drooping and head tilting back against the squishy thrift store couch behind you.

You yawn and finish the rest of your drink, your head spinning just a bit from the alcohol in your system.

"You can't stack normal number cards! You can only stack draw two's or draw four's!" Armin stresses for the third time, his face pinched into an irritated scowl and his normally pale face a light shade of pink. You couldn't tell if it was from the drinks or his frustration with your friend, though knowing him, you suspected it was a mix of both.

Annie heaves a sarcastic sigh, lips curling up into a devious, cheshire-cat-like smile. "Says who? House rules are made up. And considering you're in my house, my house rules apply," she simpered, taking a dramatic sip from her Bang energy drink that she had mixed little too much tequila into.

You hear the boy grumble under his breath angrily and you have to stifle a laugh. He was too cute to appear actually angry and too tipsy to be taken seriously. "I can't fucking stand you sometimes," Armin mutters, finally picking up his cards and aggressively throwing a green four onto the existing pile.

"Hm? Wanna say that louder?" Annie pushed, leaning closer to the blonde-haired man and meeting his eyes with a look that almost dared him to speak up. Armin swallows thickly and clears his throat, shaking his head in response. "That's what I thought," the woman said, placing down a blue four on top of Armin's own card.

"Are you two done?" you ask exasperatedly, glancing between your two friends with a tired but fond look that made both of them smile.

"For now," Annie responds slyly. You and Armin both groan, heads tipping back in frustration. "What? You guys don't have to argue with me but you do it anyways. You can just admit that I'm right and you two are just little brats."

You gasp, feigning offense and dropping a blue eight in the messy discard pile. "Um, I was not a part of this fucking mess, I was watching it go down."

"Don't even pretend to be all innocent, you like being right more than Annie and I combined," Armin snips, using a wildcard to change the color to red. Annie swears under her breath, drawing three cards before pulling a red reverse card and placing it on to the pile.

"I never implied that I was or that I didn't," you say calmly. You turn to the other girl. "Can we all at least agree that Armin is the biggest brat here?”

Annie, and begrudgingly, Armin nod their heads in confirmation. The man scowls at you, sticking out his tongue. You just giggle, used to his childish antics, then stood. Yawning again, you stretch your arms over your head, missing the unsubtle glances your two friends steal of your exposed midriff and then exchange with one another. "I'm gonna grab another drink, anyone want one?"

Annie held up her half full Bang can in response. "I'll have whatever you're having," Armin requests. You nod, retrieving a bottle of Dr. Pepper, splitting the soda into two glasses, and adding a splash of Fireball for a little kick.

When you return, you raise your eyebrow at the disappearance of the Uno cards. Even more strange was the lack of Armin's typical pout when he didn't get what he wanted.

"Gave up on Uno?" You ask confusedly, settling back down in your spot on the floor and passing Armin's drink to him, fingers slightly brushing his during the pass off.

"Got bored," Annie states simply, shrugging her shoulders. Armin nods in agreement. You thought you felt a major shift in behavior and overall energy from two minutes ago, but you supposed it could just be you overthinking. You eye the two of them warily, suspicion creeping into your buzzed brain.

"Okay," you drawl. "Was there another game you had in mind?"

Armin and Annie make no effort to conceal their conspiratorial smiles, briefly making eye contact with one another. You huff, hating the feeling of being out of the loop and hating it even more when the two of them got along for long enough to scheme without you.

Your fingers unconsciously drum on the sides of your cup and you weren’t sure if it was from anxiety or restlessness.

"We were thinking truth or dare." Annie says, a playful smirk playing on her pink lips.

"What are we, thirteen?" You snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Come on, please? It could be fun." Armin whines, sounding so childish that you roll your eyes and send him a sharp glare at his tone, too tired to make fun of him. He promptly blushes, looking away from your intense gaze.

You sigh, shoulders slumping. "I guess since we have nothing better to do," you turn to Annie. "truth or dare?"

"Dare." Annie states with no hesitation. You expected nothing less from her, her impulsive nature and fiery wit being some of the most prominent aspects of her personality.

"Okay, I dare you to text that one conservative ex-hook up saying you miss him."

Annie rolls her eyes. "Lame," she deadpans, whipping out her phone and scrolling through her contacts. A few tapping-filled moments later, the subtle "whoosh" noise of a text being sent filled everyone's ears and the blonde turned her phone as evidence of her completed challenge. "My turn, bitch. Armin, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Armin responds, drinking from his glass lazily.

"Okay," she paused, looking around the room thoughtfully until her eyes landed on you. Without breaking eye contact, she asks, "Have you ever masturbated to one of us? If so, who?"

Armin, who had been taking another sip of his carbonated drink, choked on it, coughing a couple of times to clear his airway. You gently but firmly pat him on the back, giggling slightly under your breath, at which the blue-eyed man glared in response.

A sigh followed by a deep breath. He gingerly places his glass on the coffee table beside him before admitting, "Yeah, I have."

Annie and you both glance at each other with wide eyes. The blonde clears her throat. "Which one of us?"

Armin's eyes dart back and forth between the two of you for a second before he shakes his head. "That's two questions. Try again later." Annie opens her mouth to object but closes it after seeing your pointed stare in her direction, slowly slumping against the armchair behind her.

Armin calls out your name. "Truth or dare?" he asks, voice still a bit raspy from choking on his drink. A shiver travels down your spine at the sound and you had to pinch your thigh ground yourself.

"Truth," You answer, finishing your drink in one large gulp. Annie fake-coughs to cover a poorly masked "pussy" that taunts your decision. You flip her off in response, still holding eye contact with your male friend.

"What was the first thing you thought when Annie suggested a threesome between us when we stayed at the beach last summer?"

You freeze.

That weekend was one for the books. You and your friend group had stayed at a beach house for a long weekend to celebrate Annie turning twenty one. The beach itself was private, so only the residents or guests staying there had access to it. You had all gotten pretty lucky despite the fact that it wouldn't have been crowded anyways, as most of the tenants had been away or had been staying indoors.

Each day was spent in similar fashion: wake up, eat a nice breakfast of whatever someone had made that morning, go out to swim and sunbathe, play volleyball, break for lunch, more swimming, bonfire with s'mores and soft guitar-playing, and endless competitive rounds of Cards Against Humanity. There was one day, however, that stuck out to the three of you more than others.

You had been laying on your pink towel-covered beach chair, dressed up in a cute little yellow bikini and a snapback, soaking up the sun's rays and listening to the waves crashing on the shore. Some soulful R&B played out of your best friend Mikasa's speaker, and you could faintly hear the sounds of your other friends splashing and laughing in the water only a hundred feet away.

"You were wondering what?" You had perked up at the shrill question, propping yourself up on your elbows and pulling down your sunglasses a bit to see what was going on.

Annie and Armin were talking just a few feet away. Annie had been nonchalantly popping some chips into her mouth while Armin's hand, which held a fork speared through a particularly ripe strawberry, had stilled in mid-air on its way to his mouth in response to whatever ridiculous thing she had said.

Annie catches sight of your movement and breaks out into a grin. "Come join us! We were just talking about you," she said loudly. Armin cringed, finally biting down on the strawberry and chewing in a way that you could only describe as pouty.

"All good things, I hope," you had responded, swinging your legs over to the side of the lounge chair and standing to walk over to where your two friends sat on a red picnic blanket. You were acutely aware of both of them subtlety checking you out, instead finding yourself mesmerized by the ocean and it's gentle splashing against the shore. You took a deep breath, letting the scent of the saltwater breeze fill your lungs before exhaling, rolling out the tension in your shoulders.

Settling down beside the two, you reached into the bowl of fruit and fished out a few blueberries. As you ate, you gestured at Annie to continue.

A smirk blossomed on her sun-kissed face. "We were just talking about when we first met each other. Armin told me that the first time you two hung out, he said that he'd let you fuck him. Is that right?"

You snorted, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Yeah, basically. Why?" You could see Armin fidgeting with his swim shorts in your peripherals, glancing up at you every once in a while before looking away. Focusing back on the girl in front of you, you shoved the rest of your blueberries into your mouth.

"I was just suggesting that since all of us are queer and pretty close already that we should definitely have a threesome."

This time, you choked. After a moment of struggling, you swallowed the fruit and coughed, reaching for a bottle of water while a disbelieving laugh erupts from your chest. "Actually?" you had inquired once you regained your breath.

Annie shrugged. "Why not? We're all hot as fuck, we already established that we would fuck each other if given the chance, and we're sexually compatible. You're a switch, Armin is a sub, and I'm a dom. It's perfect!"

You had made eye contact with Armin, who was anxiously biting his lip. Gaze sweeping over his face to look for a reaction, you only found the slight increase in his breathing and the disappearance of his freckles masked behind a dark blush. You weren't used to him being so quiet while you discussed things like this.

"I suppose you're not wrong."

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about either of your friends in a sexual way. Given the fact that you were not only queer but your friends were incredibly attractive, it might've been more weird if you hadn't thought about fucking them.

You squirm nervously, invasive thoughts barging their way into your brain of the three of you together on a bed, a couch, a countertop... Gulping quietly, you press your thighs together in a meek attempt to calm the throbbing of your core.

Annie and Armin look at you expectantly and you want to crawl into yourself, hide your body and face away from their scrutinizing gaze. Instead, you jut out your chin, feigning indifference, and reply, "Well, at first I thought she was kidding. But when I thought about it, I definitely thought it'd be super hot. We all find each other attractive and at the end of the day we are really close, so I hypothetically wouldn't mind trying it out."

"So, hypothetically, if one of us dared the other to kiss you and it led to something more, you'd be into it?"

"Annie, we already established that it's one truth or one dare at a time." You admonish, dodging the question cheekily. You could almost see the girl's eyes darken at your statement.

"Armin, truth or dare?" She asked, swirling around the remnants of her energy monstrosity and refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Dare," the boy answered after little hesitation. Annie's face breaks into a wicked grin.

"I dare you to make out with our favorite little switch over here," she gestured to you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly, but you supposed that you weren't surprised. You were pretty much asking for her to do this when you refused to answer her follow up question.

The tension was so thick it was almost suffocating. Other than the faint sound of Frank Ocean playing in the background, it was almost silent in Annie's living room.

Armin turns to you, a playful look taking over his androgynous features. He crawls closer to you, not stopping until his face was just inches from yours. "Is that okay with you?" He murmured, settling in front of you.

You think back to all the times your touches lingered on one another for a second too long, or when one of you dropped a compliment that was just a little bit too flirty to be considered nice. The times where it was just the two of you hanging out, your playful banter turning a little more naughty more often than not, tone switching from playful to provocative.

You study his face for a moment. You could see the obvious dilation of his pupils, the scar on his nose from a sunburn that never healed quite right... His freckles were close enough to be counted one by one like the stars of a clear night sky.

Letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips, you take a breath to collect yourself before reaching up to cup the nape of his neck, threading your fingers through the soft baby hairs that found purchase there. Armin shivers under your light touch and leans into your hand.

"More than okay," you whisper. Tentatively, the two of you lean closer - both weary of disrespecting boundaries - until Armin impatiently closes the gap between the two of you and...

Oh.

His lips are soft, gentle... and his light touches were even more so. One of his hands warily moves to cup your face, thumb lightly brushing over your cheek. Though he was the one to initiate it, you took the lead in the kiss, your free hand snaking its way around his torso and pressing into his back, not-so-subtlety urging him to come closer. You feel him gasp into your mouth at the feeling of your hand pulling him close you and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. The two of you let out twin sighs when you tasted the sweet flavor of cherry on one another, accented by the cinnamon bite of Fireball.

The kiss turns heated and needy gradually, teeth lightly nipping at one another's lips and tongues gently being caressed. You break away from his intoxicating lips to trail open mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the column of his neck, sucking marks here and there just to hear more of his pretty noises. Low groans tumble from the boy's lips, much to your enjoyment, as you toy with him.

From the corner of your eye you spot Annie, eyes clouded with lust and lip caught between her teeth. You could see her chest heaving at the sight and watch as her gaze darted from where your teeth nipped at the skin of his jugular to where his thumb massaged slow circles on your hip.

"Annie," you say breathily, catching her attention almost immediately. "Truth or dare?"

Annie's eyes follow Armin's hands as he gripped your waist and pulls you into his lap. Her fists clench at her sides and you barely catch her adjusting herself to get slightly more comfortable. "Dare."

"I dare you to come join us," you say, hands resting on Armin's firm chest as he dips his head down to suck a hickey on to your neck. An airy moan leaves your bitten lips at the sensation.

Annie doesn't even bother responding. Looking a bit too similar to a cat, a low growl-like sound rumbles from her throat as she all but pounces on you and Armin. She takes Armin's jaw firmly in her hand and pulls him into a rough, messy kiss.

You watch, mesmerized, as she takes his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, a low whine escaping the boy's mouth. Annie chuckles, running a hand through his light hair before fisting a chunk of it, pulling his head back to expose the milky skin of his neck.

A small yelp morphs into a moan as Annie traces over his throat with the tip of her tongue, Armin's eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You can't help but slowly move your hips over his own, feeling desperately horny just watching them. The feeling of your now-slick panties sticking to your folds and dampening your jeans has you ready to tear off your clothes at a moment's notice.

When Annie's mouth reaches Armin's collarbone, she presses a slow kiss to his red lips before turning her head to you.

"Come here, baby," she coos, index finger and thumb gripping your chin before gently pulling you closer to her. The kiss was slow, sensual compared to the one she had shared with Armin. Her hands are gentle, holding your face between them with soft thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

Feeling her suck on your tongue has you whimpering into her mouth and tasting the pineapple and coconut flavor of her drink. As she toys with the soft muscle, you grind harder onto Armin's lap and feel his growing arousal beneath you, as well as the light rumble of a groan under your hands.

Annie pulls away abruptly. "Bedroom. Now."

You and Armin don't need to be told twice, practically stumbling over your feet and each other trying to pile in. Annie strolls in behind the two of you, a prominent air of dominance and leisure emanating from her as she enters her room.

You and your male friend had found yourselves on the bed, your thighs straddling his lap and pelvis grinding slow circles on to his own. His hands play with the hem of your shirt and you're close to begging him to take it off.

"What am I going to do with the two of you," Annie muses, watching you two hastily break apart at the sound of her voice. And as soon as you make eye contact with the blonde, steely blue eyes practically staring into your soul, you scramble to move into a less compromising position.

She taps her chin mock-thoughtfully before her eyes light up. You gulp, knowing that whatever she was thinking was probably either really good or really bad. "Armin, truth or dare?"

Armin gapes at her, gaze darting to you in confusion. He was obviously unaware that the game had continued into the bedroom.

Admittedly, you had also thought it ended once Annie joined in with you two, but you weren't going to admit that.

Annie raised an eyebrow, watching Armin fumble, his mouth opening and closing with no sound or semblance of an answer coming out. She leans closer to him, lips brushing the shell of his ear before nipping it. "I'm not going to ask you twice."

Armin released a shuddering breath.

"Truth," he replies shakily, eyes trained on Annie's hands, fingertips every so slowly grazing his chest over his thin shirt and moving dangerously close to his nipples.

Annie pulls back, brushing his cheek with her knuckles. "When you masturbate to both of us, who's topping you?" she asks in a tone far too innocent for the content of her question.

Armin bites his lip. He peers at both you and your other female friend, slowly scanning you both up and down with glazed eyes. His tongue darts out to lick his dry lips. "Both of you," he finally admits quietly. Annie sniffed, grabbing his hair again and forcing him to look at her in the eyes.

"Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you," she snaps. It was obvious that the question was not a request. Your legs press together, only a little bit surprised by your own growing arousal at her sharp tone.

"Are you sure you're not going deaf?" he snips, nose scrunching irritably at her inquiry. Your hand slaps over your mouth; this was not going to end well for your friend.

Annie's eyebrows raise and her grip moves from his hair to his jaw. You have to hold back a moan when Armin whimpers pathetically, his blue eyes glassy and mouth agape. Annie's nails slightly dig into the soft skin of his jaw as she whispers something into his ear.

"Both of you," he repeats, much louder this time. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was very affected by whatever the woman had told him. Annie released her hold on him with a smirk.

"That's a good boy," she praises, causing Armin to turn a delicious shade of red. She steps back and scans you both, hands on her hips and lips slightly pursed. "Strip down to your underwear. Both of you."

You and Armin exchanged anxious, but excited, looks before standing to undress yourselves. Before you can even begin though, "nuh uh," Annie intervenes, halting you both from shedding your shirts. "Be nice little whores and help each other out."

The two of you freeze, staring at each other like deer caught it headlights. You timidly make the first move, your stomach fluttering in excitement. Fingers dancing along the zipper of his green jacket, you gently pull it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. His chest heaves in anticipation, neck flushed pink to match his blushing face.

A smile grows on your lips and the satisfaction of having someone be putty in your hands has your head buzzing. You take far less time to remove his t-shirt, pulling it off his head in one well timed yank. Your eyes dart to Annie. "Can I please touch?" you ask, eyes round and pleading.

Annie has to take a deep breath herself, her resolve just one pout away from dissolving completely. "Yes, you may, baby girl."

Your chest flutters at the praise and you waste no time exploring Armin's toned body, fingertips brushing against his collarbones, chest, abs, before gripping on to his biceps and pulling him into a kiss. Armin hums against your lips, pulling you closer to his body by your waist. Large hands travel down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze that has you gasping. You glare at him, receiving an innocent grin in response. "Next time you touch me without permission, you don't get to finish before you make Annie and I come at least twice."

Armin just giggles, massaging your soft flesh beneath his palms. "I'd like to see you try," he taunts. Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude. It was clear that he was not nearly as intimidated by you as he was Annie. You look at the girl, who is desperately trying to mask an amused smile. When she spots your irritated glare, however, she turns on her heel to her closet and retrieves an open amazon box.

"Come here, princess," she says sweetly, watching as you flounce up to her. You shoot Armin a teasing smirk and his own smile drops, seemingly realizing that he had majorly fucked up. "Since Minnie over there won't stop being a little brat towards us, you get to pick out the toy we use to play with him."

Annie sees your eyes light up in excitement as you look down at her vast collection of toys. Biting your lip, you rummage through the box until you find a baby blue vibrating cock ring. She chuckles, giving you a slap on the ass that makes you squeak in surprise. "Excellent choice, baby. Why don't you help our pretty little slut finish getting undressed? I'll get the lube so you can put his present on."

"With pleasure," you simper, turning back to the boy you and your friend were going to have way too much fun messing with. His eyes widen when he spots the cock ring in your hands and he immediately whimpers. Immediate satisfaction fills your chest when you notice how nervous he gets the closer you stride to him.

"C'mon, baby, I was just joki-" you cut Armin off, hand wrapping around his throat and pulling his face down to yours, lips barely an inch apart.

"I don't remember giving you permission to call me that. Since when do you think you can make requests around here?" You feel him swallow under your palm. In your peripherals you see Annie turn back around, lube in hand. "Annie, what do you want our little slut to call you?"

The other girl's blue eyes twinkle at your question. She stalks over to where Armin's neck is still caught in your hand, running her nails down his arm to make him shiver. "It's daddy to you tonight. Got it?"

Armin whines quietly and nods.

"Words, bitch. Or are you too much of a dumb little whore to speak? Are you already so turned on that we don't even have to fuck you dumb for you to go mute?"

"Y-yes daddy," he says, trying and failing to subtlety cross his legs to relieve the discomfort of his cock straining against the tightness of his jeans.

"You can keep going, princess. If he gives you any more trouble, he won't cum at all tonight." Annie states, slipping off her own shirt and shorts, leaving her standing in a slightly lacy pair of black lingerie. Your eyes drag down her toned figure and you can feel the stream of arousal further soaking your panties.

"Yes, daddy," you reply, swiftly removing Armin's black jeans and, after confirming with Annie, his boxers as well. The second his dick was let out of its confining material, Armin lets out a relieved moan, head tipping back. His cock was hard and heavy, resting against his toned stomach with the head leaking precum on to his skin. The shaft was pale with pretty veins running up and down the sides, straining from how long it had been left untouched. It was turning red at the top of the head from the constant grinding and rubbing it endured thanks to you and his jeans.

You had licked your lips earlier at his size alone when you saw it tenting in his boxers, but seeing it without being obstructed by fabric almost had you drooling at it's girth and length. Pushing the man on to the bed and pressing his chest down into the mattress, you squirt a bit of lube on to your fingers, warming it up a bit before coating the toy and his shaft in it. The second your hand makes contact with the silky skin of his cock, Armin lets out a loud, frustrated whine. "It's your own fault we're in this situation, baby," you say softly, voice dripping in faux sympathy.

"I didn't mean it! I know I'm just a brat, I didn't mean it!" he cries, voice cracking into a moan when you finally slipped the blue ring snuggly onto the base of his dick. You leave it off for now, wanting to save the real show for later.

"Don't even think about touching yourself," you murmur into his ear, giving his cock a sadistic squeeze just to hear him groan.

Annie clears her throat. "Actually, I can help with that." You turn back to her, who was unashamedly checking out your ass through your jeans. She bites the inside of her cheek and strides forward.

Her hands reach out, fingers looping through your belt loops and pulling you flush against her body. "Why don't we make sure his hands don't make their way anywhere they shouldn't?" She holds up the hand not occupying your waist, slender fingers curled around baby blue ropes that matched Armin's eyes and the cock ring perfectly.

"Great idea," you agree, yelping at the sudden sharp slap against one of your ass cheeks. "daddy," you add.

A smirk stretches across her lightly tanned face and in seconds, Armin's hands were expertly tied behind his back in intricate knots that Annie clearly had experience using. When she finished, she drew your body back into her own, ignoring Armin's pout entirely.

"You've been being such a good girl, gorgeous. Do you want help taking these off?" she questioned, trailing her fingers down your hips.

"Yes. Please, daddy," you affirm, all too ready to be free from the constricting material. Annie unbuttons your pants and yanks them down your legs, letting you step out of them. You vaguely register Armin whimpering on the bed, eyes glued to your each and every curve, but Annie pressing trails of kisses up your leg had blood rushing to your ears, leaving you totally distracted.

You're so turned on that every press of her lips against your skin feels like a branding. You half expect to see her lip print seared into the plush skin of your thighs when she pulls away, a permanent reminder that she had claimed you as hers tonight. And as she gets closer to where you need her most, she grins and pulls off, making you grown internally at the discontinued contact.

"We're going to use the color system. I don't want to actually hurt either of you, unless you're into that," Annie winked. "Green means that we can keep doing whatever it is we're doing, yellow means wait a moment for me to catch up, and red means stop. We can say it at anytime and must respond verbally if asked. And, if you're not able to talk, tap whoever's closest three times. Got it, sluts?"

You and Armin both agree, eager to finally be fucked stupid.

"Now. Look at me brat," she snapped, getting Armin's attention immediately. "I'm going to give our princess her reward for being a good girl and following directions. If you even make a little bit of noise, you won't get to cum at all. And if we decide that you deserve to cum after learning your lesson, we'll let you free. Understand?"

Armin looked ready to object, but after seeing your glare, he glumly nods his head. "Yes, daddy."

Annie smiles, turning her attention to you. She captures your lips in hers, a sensual yet sloppy kiss that took your breath away for the nth time that night. "You can touch," she breathed in between kisses and you eagerly grab handfuls of her plump ass. She sighs, content with the feeling of your soft hands on her.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, daddy," You whisper, leaning into her neck to suck a hickey along her jaw. Her head tips to the side to allow you to mark her, fingers tenderly threading through your hair and teasingly playing with the straps of your bra.

"You should see yourself, babe. Armin, doesn't our princess look absolutely ravishing?" she asks, taking your hand and slowly spinning you so the boy could take in the way your matching panty set complimented every curve of your body.

He opened his mouth to respond, but upon remembering what would happen if he spoke, he nodded enthusiastically. You giggle at his reaction and turn back to the woman behind you, whose eyes devoured the sight of your scantily clad form.

Annie steps closer, running her hands down your body tenderly and making your hair stand on end, chills running down your spine. "Daddy, please stop teasing," you whisper desperately, her touch driving you more and more crazy with every brush of her fingertips.

She wordlessly obliges, pulling you into a messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Her hands slide their way down your sides to your thighs, breaking apart from you briefly to mumble "jump" against your lips. Strong arms prevent you from slipping out of her embrace, her fingers slightly digging into your soft skin to support you. She throws you on the bed beside Armin before climbing on top of you.

Pressing short, sloppy kisses down from your lips to your neck to your chest, Annie's nimble hands make quick work of removing your bra, leaving you almost completely bare in front of two of your best friends. You typically would have felt a bit more bashful being naked in front of people who you had never been so exposed to before, but the way the two of them took you and your figure in had you feeling more confident than you ever normally would have been. "Fuck," Annie swears, reaching towards your chest to knead your breasts. "Armin, baby, aren't these the most perfect pair of tits you've ever seen?"

You spare a glance over towards Armin. His teeth are digging into his lower lip so hard that part of you was worried he was going to draw blood and his eyes were glassy from how frustrated he was.

It was a wonderful sight.

The feeling of Annie's lips finally catching a nipple between them brings you back to the present, a surprised gasp escaping you at the feeling. Her teeth bite at the sensitive bud harshly before soothing the pain with the flat of her tongue, gently sucking in a way that snatches the air away from your lungs.

Leaving one of your now hard and swollen nipples alone, she decorates the tender surrounding skin with love bites, never leaving too big a patch untouched. It was becoming impossibly hard to resist touching yourself, you could hardly imagine how worked up Armin was getting.

A particularly rough nip to the supple skin ripped a high pitched moan from your throat, back arching off of Annie's sheets and chest pushing closer to the woman's face. As she switches to your second breast, she glances up at you, a sly smile stretching across her face and a lust-filled gaze studying you through full eyelashes.

"Do you like when daddy plays with your titties, gorgeous?" she said lowly, tongue tracing around your puffy skin. You had to force yourself to answer with words.

"Yes, I do. I love it so much," you breathe, a hand moving up to card through the dangerously beautiful girl's hair. You watch her icy blue eyes dart to the shared brat beside you, whom she had been promptly ignoring since she began to worship your chest.

"Armin," she exclaimed sweetly, pinching and pulling at your nipples to keep you stimulated. "Would you like to get a taste of mommy's pretty tits?"

You could feel blood rush to your face and to your pussy at the name; the gush of your arousal following it was something that didn't necessarily shock you but the use of it now definitely caught you off guard.

The boy nods frantically, the beginning of a pout starting to present itself on his face and his big, blue eyes widening almost comically.

"Do you think you deserve it?" she questioned, reaching out to push his damp hair out of his flushed face. Armin shudders at even the faintest touch, a whine escaping his throat before he could even begin to think about stopping it. He freezes, eyes cautiously studying Annie's stoney glare to see if she was upset. Evidently, she decided to let it slide, adding, "You can speak."

"Yes," he responds almost immediately. "I haven't made a single sound without your permission. Please let me touch you and mommy, I need it,"

Annie turns to you, her hands running up and down the man's chest. Each time she raked her nails back down, she would get more and more close to his painfully hard length. Armin squirmed, muscles clenching as he tried to ignore her touch. "What do you think, angel?" she asks, ignoring the blonde that she was teasing.

You briefly ponder the proposition, running your hands down your chest and stomach just to rile the two of them up. You were having way too much fun teasing the two of them because even though Annie definitely established herself as a dom, both her and Armin easily became putty at your hands. Playing with the band of your panties, you finally respond, "He was doing so good right up until you touched him. I say we keep him waiting just a bit longer."

Annie nods in agreement before moving towards you. You stop her though - a sudden brilliant idea striking you - leaning to whisper in her ear, "Can I play with him for just a bit?"

She laughs loudly, the sound surprisingly bright and airy in comparisin to the cold façade she carefully sculpted and maintained around strangers. But you and the people she held dear were able to view the brighter, less severe side of her, one that was a tease and loved to mess with her friends but wouldn't hesitate to break someone's arm if they tried to do the same.

Gazing at her in admiration, you press a kiss to her cheek and feel her lightly pat your ass to urge you forward on your hands and knees. A well placed slap following the more tender moment has you moaning and arching your back, another pretty chuckle making your stomach flutter.

Armin looks at you warily from where he's kneels on the bed, back hunched and shoulders slumped forward from the tension of the restraints. You smile sweetly and move to press feather light kisses down his chest, abs, and thighs, dancing around the part of him that demanded the most attention. Your mouth waters at just the sight of his dick being throttled by the pretty blue toy; you want it in your mouth as soon as possible.

"Mommy," he whines. Your hole flutters around nothing at the name and you swallow a moan. "Please, please touch me. Do anything you want, I don't care, just please touch me."

You cock your head, settling on your stomach. Clearly, the brat has no fucking clue what he's giving you and Annie permission to do, and you can practically feel the excitement radiating off of the woman beside you. Now eye-level with his cock, you bat your eyes up at him. "Really? I can do anything?"

A frantic nod from the boy sets off so much desire in your chest that you don't even bother to correct him for not verbally responding to your question.

"Okay, baby, but remember," you reach out and loosely grip his length, hearing the man suck in a breath.

"You asked for this."

Your lips wrap around the flushed and leaking tip of his cock, a depraved whine leaving his swollen pink lips and his hips unconsciously rutting forward, trying and failing to push his length down your throat. Bringing a hand to his hip to keep him in place, you begin to leisurely bob your head on Armin's cock. The taste of precum spreads across your tongue, and though it definitely wasn't the best taste in the world, your turned-on brain had you wanting to sucking on his dick like it was a lollipop just so you can keep tasting it.

Pulling off of him to catch your breath, you let a blob of spit dribble from your lips and on to Armin's aching length, jerking him off in slow, languid strokes that made his steady stream of moans speed up. You watch his face scrunch up in pleasure, head tipped back and adam's apple bobbing furiously. His whole body had adopted the baby pink flush his face had taken on. He would have looked angelic if it weren't for the ropes binding his hands behind his back and cock ring fitted snug on the base of his most intimate area.

Annie, never one to enjoy being left out, runs her nails down your back lightly to make you shiver, making their way to your panties. She kneads the soft, supple flesh of your thighs and ass, a soft sigh rumbling from your throat causing Armin to jolt forward with a loud moan. Propping you up on your hands and knees, she spreads your cheeks and chuckles lowly. If it weren't for the amount of fun you were having watching Armin desperately try to get off to no avail, you would have stopped just to see Annie's reaction to your ruined underwear.

"Look at this mess you've made," she tuts playfully, hand unexpectedly cupping your pussy and drawing a gasp out of you, your hips pushing back into her hand in a lame attempt to receive more friction. "Is this for me?"

You nod, pulling off of Armin's spit-covered length to whine, "It is, daddy. I need you to touch me so bad, I can't wait any longer."

Annie doesn't respond to your pleas verbally, instead choosing to yank the ruined fabric down your legs unceremoniously and bring her attention to your sopping wet heat. The groan that leaves her throat is almost feral, the look in her eyes more so as she eyes your pussy hungrily.

"I can't believe I haven't seen this pretty pussy before now," she wonders aloud, voice dropping lower in pitch at the sight. Her middle finger dips experimentally into your hole and spreads your arousal around your blushing folds. Even that little bit of contact has you jerking violently and you gag as Armin's cock unexpectedly slides down your throat, your high pitched moan muffled by the intrusion.

The feeling of your throat constricting so tightly around him sends Armin into a frenzy, now thrusting with reckless abandon and chasing a high that will never be received. The ring that serves as a barrier to Armin's release bumps into your lips with every sharp snap of his hips.

Annie hums, rubbing slow circles on to your clit with her thumb and watching with almost crude fascination as you desperately try to receive more friction, tears building up in your eyes from both desperation and Armin's cock repeatedly rutting into your throat.

Armin whimpers, and you look up at him, tears now freely falling down your cheeks as you gag and choke on his dick. Even though part of you was annoyed with the brat, you couldn't help but admire his features: the elegant lines of his jaw and neck, the light sheen of sweat making his body glow in the dim lighting, the muscles that strain from the effort his body was exerting... Almost as if he senses your gaze, he takes one look at your face and groans in pleasure and frustration. Speeding up his movements further, you have to actively coax your throat to relax and your nose to do it's fucking job, growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

Meanwhile, Annie begins to rub faster circles on your clit, nipping hickies on your inner thighs and on the bottom swell of your ass. You don't bother to stop the moans spilling from your lips and instead focus on deepthroating the little whore who was growing more and more frustrated with his inability to get off.

Armin's cock suddenly slips from your mouth, and though you're relieved to give your aching jaw a break and your burning lungs the air it deserved, you still find yourself disappointed that you didn't have him down your throat anymore. You vaguely register the sound of the boy sniffling and turn to see tears of frustration spilling from his pretty blue eyes. The feeling of your heart clenching at the sight is interrupted by Annie's voice.

"Hey, baby?" Annie prompted, the circles she was rubbing on your clit slowing down to a pace that almost has you growling in annoyance.

"Yes, daddy?" you refrain the urge to grouch.

"Turn on Armin's cock ring and ignore him." You throw a surprised glance over your shoulder and barely catch the horrified look that settles on the man's face. But she doesn't look at you. Annie's hard stare is trained on the boy. "Don't think I didn't notice you practically suffocating mommy because you were so fucking desperate. Is that dumb little brain of yours so empty that you forgot that the fucking cock ring will physically stop you from cumming?"

Armin whimpers, head drooping ashamedly. "I forgot, daddy. I'm sorry, mommy." he whispers, his now-loud sniffling catching your attention once again. You sense that all of this is getting a bit too intense for him, gently stroking his thigh and pressing feather light kisses on the pale skin.

"Color?" you prompt quietly. Armin looks up, eyes glassy.

"Green," he mumbles. You arch a brow, disbelieving. A deep sigh escapes him, knowing that you didn't believe him in the slightest. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

You're immediately up on your knees, bringing the boy in for a reassuring kiss and feeling him melt into your comforting embrace. "Baby, I didn't mind. In fact, I like when you're rough with me. I'm a big girl! I can handle it. And if I truly couldn't breathe or wanted you to stop, I would've tapped you. Remember?" you soothe, tucking his blonde hair behind his ear.

Armin sighs in relief, visibly relaxing before nodding in confirmation. He nuzzles his face into your palm, delicately kissing the smooth skin before replying, "Okay. Yeah, I remember. I'm good, don't worry. Green. For sure this time."

The two of you exchange soft smiles... before his own drops, head immediately snapping to where your hand had just switched on the cock ring he evidently forgot about. He lets out high pitched moan and you press one last kiss to his lips, feeling a little less bad about how frustrated he was.

Once again, you're brought back to earth by Annie's fingers, making it clear she was getting impatient from her lack of action. Her middle finger traces around your eager hole before slowly pushing in, and the feeling of finally having internal stimulation after waiting for so long nearly has you shaking. "Fuck, daddy, I need more," you whine. You would have been embarrassed by the sound of your own pleas, but you were so horny that your dignity had promptly exited the premises.

"Hm, do you now?" Annie teases, curling the one digit up into the part of you that makes your eyes roll back.

"Yes! I do, I've been such a good girl, please." Your eyes were beginning to water and you slump back down on all fours, ass pushing back against the teasing woman's finger unabashedly. When she adds a second one and begins pumping them into you faster, the tears pricking the corners of your eyes threaten to spill. They actually do when she curls her digits again, a moan leaving your lips as they abuse your walls over and over again.

Squelching noises and moans are some of the only things you can hear as you lose yourself in the feeling of Annie's skilled appendages, arms shaking with the effort it was taking for you to hold yourself up. When her fingers abruptly slide out of you, the whine that was ready to slip out is immediately silenced by the feeling of your ass being spread apart, a glob of spit landing directly on your slit.

You were already dripping, but knowing that she had a part of her mixing in with your essence has Annie licking her lips. Rubbing the saliva all around your drenched core with the two soaked fingers that had initially been stuffed into your tight hole, she brings them to her lips, groaning at the taste of you and eagerly cleaning them up.

She breaks, motivated by your taste and your begging, finally burying her face in between your legs. "Oh, fuck!" you gasp, the sudden oral assault of your core catching you off-guard after what felt like a lifetime of teasing. The tip of Annie's tongue parts your lower lips before circling around your clit and you can just feel the vibrations of her amused chuckle against the needy bud.

The wet muscle gathers up the juices that made your pussy looking absolutely ravishing, the taste filling Annie's mouth. She groans against you, kneading your plush ass as she sucks your puffy clit into her mouth, tip of her tongue lapping at it harshly.

At this point, you're grinding your core against her face, desperately trying to get as close to Annie's talented mouth as possible. The lewd noises of the woman's mouth sloppily eating you out paired with the harmony created by your's and Armin's moans has you gushing, your head and belly buzzing at the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

You're brought down to your elbows when Annie's tongue finally pushes into your fluttering hole, back arching and arms stretching out at the feeling of it brushing against your walls. "Shit! Right there, daddy," you cry out when one of her thumbs comes up to rub tight circles on your clit. Her nose brushes the tender skin separating your pussy from your ass when she fucks her tongue in and out of you, the muscle curling up against the spongy spot that has you seeing stars. Your nipples, already sensitive from Annie's ministrations, brush lightly against the sheets and send shockwaves to your pussy.

Between her tongue and her thumb, Annie already has you tipping on the edge of release. The coil in your tummy felt ready to snap at any moment, and Annie sucking your clit into her mouth again sends you over. You cry out, feeling your arousal gushing from your hole. Your thighs shake from the intensity of your first, long-overdue orgasm.

Annie helps you ride it out as long as possible, tongue swiping across your puffy lips to collect your juices. "Fuck," she exclaims, pulling back from you, face glistening. She looks at Armin and beckons him towards her.

"Would you like to try mommy's pussy? It's the sweetest one I've ever had," she tells him, kissing his jaw while she waits for a reply. You roll on to your back, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath after one of the best orgasms you've ever had. But Annie's words to your shared sub already has you up and ready to go again, nerves set alight by her tone alone.

"Yes please, daddy."

One of Annie's hands grabs the sides of Armin's face, squishing his cheeks and forcing his mouth open. She spits a mix of your juices and her saliva right on to his tongue, groaning as she watched the boy swallow it obediently.

"Good boy."

You urge yourself to not whine as well when she captures his lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling together briefly. When they break away from one another, a thin string of saliva connects the two of them.

You can't help but admire their beauty.

The prettiest pink blush dusts the tip of Armin's nose and his high cheekbones, big blue eyes wide as a doe's, clearly not used to being praised nor being treated so gently... at least not by Annie.

"Do you wanna prove to me and mommy that you've learned your lesson?" Annie questions, tweaking Armin's pert nipples to watch him squirm.

"Yes, daddy, I do! I've learnt my lesson, I promise." His eagerness is adorable, and one glance to his red and aching cock confirms what you already know: he wants it off, and he wants it off now.

You don't blame him, of course. It was hard enough to wait for any sort of stimulation, but at least you weren't constantly teetering on the edge of orgasm and never being allowed to finish. Your nose scrunches distastefully at the mere thought of it.

"Okay, baby." Annie looks over at you, lost in thought for a moment. You can practically see the lightbulb flicker on, however, a devious smile playing on her lips before she speaks to the two of you. "Brat," Armin sheepishly meets Annie's eyes. "I'm gonna have you help me out while mommy gets you prepped for me to take you. Understood?"

Armin looks slightly confused, but not even a second later the implications of her words dawn on him. His eyes grow even larger, which you had no idea was even possible and an eager whine escapes him. "Yes, daddy. I understand. If I do a good job can you please take off my binds? I wanna touch you and mommy so bad it hurts," he pouts, and your inner soft dom melts at the sight. You join him in making pleading eyes at Annie, who takes a deep breath before sighing in defeat.

"Fine. But only because you two have the awful ability of coercion," she deadpans, the smile tugging at the corners of her lips reassuring you that she's not actually annoyed.

As you go to retrieve the necessary supplies, Annie makes herself comfortable. Her back relaxes against the headboard and she shimmies out of her panties, tossing them to the side carelessly.

You almost drop the bottle of lube when you return in time to see the athletic girl spread her legs, exposing her absolutely stunning core to you and Armin. Her pretty pink folds were flushed, glimmering with her juices despite the minimum light that just barely illuminated her room. Her clit was already puffed up in arousal and you had never wanted to eat a pussy more.

It seemed as if Armin agreed with you, laying on his chest to get face level with Annie's heat. His cute little ass sticks up in the air in preparation for you and you bite your lip, the sight turning you on like nothing else could.

Not being able to resist joining in when Armin provides the first kitten lick to Annie's core, you stride over, fully intending to have the best view in the house. Annie's breathless gasp sounds deceivingly innocent, but her hands gripping her ankles and holding them open so confidently gives away that she does, in fact, get around. Part of you is impressed, while another flares up in what you surprisingly (and begrudgingly) have to admit is jealousy.

Shaking your head to refocus on the moment, you run your hands over Armin's ass and knead it gently. You simply can't help yourself. The man had a nice butt, one that could almost rival Annie's. And you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it by pressing kisses on each cheek, his little gasps being muffled by his mouthful of Annie's pussy.

You trail the now-sloppy kisses closer to his hole. The skin was a light pink that matched the natural flush of the rest of his body, puckered and inviting in a way that leaves you increasingly more wet. Spurred on by the sounds of Annie's light moans and gasps, as well as the wet noises of Armin lapping at the woman's pussy like a cat, you spread his cheeks and start experimentally tracing around his hole with the tip of your tongue.

If you and Annie thought his moans were loud before when it had only been the agonizing cock ring teasing one of his most sensitive spots, then you severely underestimated him. The cry he lets out at the first couple licks is high and whiny, making you and Annie both smirk at the sound.

"Now, now, baby, don't get too distracted now. You still have to prove you've learnt your lesson," Annie scolds, a hand guiding Armin's head back between her legs and keeping him there. Her other one lazily pushes off the straps of her bra and pulls it down enough to play with her breasts. You were almost sad that you were too busy rimming Armin and getting him ready for Annie to suck on the woman's gorgeous tits, her nipples the prettiest shade of pink, but you were loving your task at hand enough for you to not care.

You busy yourself with pushing your tongue into the tight ring of muscle, indulging yourself in the warmth of Armin's ass and his beautiful moans. Starting to slowly thrust your tongue in and out of him, you tighten your grip on the man so he wouldn't squirm away from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

Your slick was running down your leg in an erotic but agonizing way, a physical reminder of your own desire that heats up your insides and ignites your thoughts. It fills them with even more lewd images and innermost desires, ones that you could only hope you'd have the opportunity to try out with these two later on.

Pulling your face away from Armin's hole, you exchange your tongue for your fingers, warming up a generous portion of lube between them before beginning to slide a digit in.

Armin whines against Annie's folds at the intrusion, trying to relax and busy himself with pleasing his daddy. He's pretty confident he was doing a good job by her reactions: the sounds she makes, the way she pushes his face even closer to he core, and the way her thighs begin to shake in pleasure all serving as to spur on Armin's movements.

"Baby boy is doing such a good job," Annie breathes out heavily, chest rising and falling erratically as it became clear she was approaching her first high of the night. "Such a good job."

Armin preens at the praise, sucking Annie's clit into his mouth and suckling at it harshly. An uncharacteristically high moan falls from the blonde woman's lips as she arches her back, overwhelmed by such an intense feeling. Her fingers tugs roughly on Armin's hair, but he doesn't mind at all if it meant he was doing a good job.

You took in the view, admiring how beautiful Annie looked when she was cumming, her ab muscles clenching and thighs spasming as the orgasm wracked throughout her whole body. Armin continued to suck at her hole, enjoying every bit of the arousal that coated his tongue and wanting to clean her up as good as he could.

It was at that moment that you decided to add another finger into Armin's tight hole. This time, not even Annie's loosening grip on Armin's hair could stop him from pulling up from her pussy just to let out the most filthy, wanton moan you've heard thus far.

"Do you like mommy's finger playing with your ass, baby?" You ask, pushing your two fingers in to the knuckle. Armin only nods his head frantically, cheek resting against Annie's stomach and eyes screwed up at the intensity. When you begin thrusting the digits in and out slowly, however, he finds his words again.

"Fuck," he whimpers, your fingers trying to scissor him open as gently as possible. Annie strokes Armin's hair soothingly, trying to match your own gentleness to calm the boy down.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so well," she whispers, reaching to undo the binds that kept his hands restrained. The ropes fall on to the sheets, and immediately Annie reaches for some calming ointment to treat the tender skin. She gently massages it in, pressing kisses to his palms.

"It feels so good," he says breathlessly, looking up at the blonde woman through his long eyelashes, unable to fully lift his head.

"I know, it'll feel ever better soon."

As if on cue, you begin to curl your fingers experimentally, searching for the spot that would steal every bit of oxygen from Armin's lungs. It only takes a moment for the man to alert you of your discovery.

"Oh, shit!" he cries out, hands fisting the sheets besides Annie's thighs. "Right there, mommy! Fuck, do that again!"

You comply without any complaint, beginning to diligently thrust your fingers in and out and curl them up against his prostate every time they were completely pushed in. Each time that they made contact, moans would fall effortlessly off of Armin's swollen lips, practically drooling on Annie's stomach as he lost himself in a haze of pleasure.

You knew that if you kept this up, he would be way too internally overstimulated for Annie to do her thing. But, nevertheless, you add more lube to your fingers and slowly push a third one in.

Armin's jaw falls open in a silent scream, back arching almost painfully as you very carefully push the three fingers in to the knuckle.

"Oh my god," he whispers, chanting those three words over and over again as if they were the only ones he knew. His hips began pushing back against your fingers erratically, clearly eager to have them filling him as much as possible.

Annie calls your name and you meet her eyes. She nods and you get the message she's trying to get across. When you pull your fingers out, Armin lets out a tortured cry into Annie's chest.

"Daddy," his voice breaks as he begs. "I need to cum. I need to cum so fucking badly, please. Fuck me please, I need it so bad, it hurts."

"Okay, baby boy," she replies, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head and carefully moving off the bed to grab her strap on. You take her place, sliding under the boy and pressing your own lips to his forehead. His eyes meet yours, cerulean irises gleaming with the same tears that run down his face.

"You've done so good, baby. What do you want from mommy as a reward?" You ask gently.

He sniffles, pushing his bangs out of his sweaty face to look at you better. "Can I... Can I please fuck you? I need to feel your pussy, I've wanted to feel it all night. And..." he takes a deep breath, collecting himself. "And can I... I wanna cum inside you."

You raise your eyebrows slightly, but you can't deny that his words go straight to your core. You part your legs further for him and he looks at you hopefully.

"Go ahead, babe." His eyes gleam in excitement, pressing a kiss to your lips and trailing them down the column of your neck, your collarbones, and stopping at your chest to finally play with your tits. Armin's lips catch each of your nipples briefly, nipping and sucking at them gently.

He wastes no time, sliding down your body and pressing more kisses on his way down, much to your own enjoyment. When he reaches your pussy, he laps at it a few times before groaning. "I need that mouth on me later," you pant out.

He giggles, licking his lips and sitting back on his heels. "I needed to taste it for myself. Daddy's right. Your pussy tastes fucking amazing, mommy,"

Your laugh turns into a gasp when you feel his cockhead begin to slide up and down your slit. His whole body trembles in anticipation, lip harshly caught between his pretty teeth. Out of the corner of your eye you see Annie watching the two of you, not unlike the way she had been looking at you before this all started.

When his thick cock finally slips inside of you, the sounds you two make are nothing short of pornographic. He barely bottoms out fully, the cock ring vibrating against your clit briefly, before pulling out of your tight hole and slamming back in, sending you jolting up the bed. "Fuck, Armin," you cry, hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

Armin's light moans in your ear and the wet sound of skin slapping spur you on, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling the man closer to you.

He mumbles into your ear as he humps into you. "Once I get this fucking ring off, I'm gonna pump my cum inside of you. So, so deep inside you, gonna feel me for weeks." His words have you gushing, your arousal coating your inner thighs and his lower stomach completely.

"Yes, fuck your cum into me! God, such a good boy, learning his lesson 'n makin' daddy and I cum," you ramble, words slurring together almost unintelligibly. You sort of notice the bed shifting as Annie finally gets herself situated, covering her strap on with lube in preparation.

"I'm gonna need you to stop for just a second," Annie says, a hand gripping Armin's hip to stall his movements, which happen to be when his dick is sheathed all the way inside of you, soft walls effectively cockwarming him. The cock ring now vibrates incessantly against your clit, catapulting you towards your second release.

"Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum," you whimper, nails digging into Armin's muscles arms. He hisses a bit at the pain and you quietly apologize.

"Hold it, princess." Annie responds, confirming that Armin is still prepped enough to get going.

"Daddy, please hurry." Armin stutters out. You make a noise of agreement, your skin hot and tingling with every minor touch.

You don't see Annie pushing her faux dick into Armin so much as you feel and hear it, Armin's cock throbbing inside of you and his breathing turning ragged. He moans and you hit your breaking point, just as Annie permits you to cum again.

Your orgasm hits you like a bus, the pleasure almost painful as it takes hold of your whole body. You clench impossibly hard on to Armin's cock, creaming around it, and you knew that if it wasn't for the damn cock ring, he'd be painting your walls white.

Armin nearly screams, the feeling of the dildo pressing firmly against his prostate and your velvety walls gripping him like a vice causing his vision to white out for a minute.

"Color?" Annie asks.

"Yellow." You and Armin respond immediately, the both of you at your wit's end.

The moment of waiting is both a blessing and a curse, giving the two of you time to regain your bearings but also forcing you to feel the same amount of stimulation as before. The two of your bodies cannot stop shaking, Armin dangerously close to collapsing on you. You shakily reach down, switching off the vibrations that were abusing your poor clit and Armin's abused cock. The sigh he lets out is full of relief, and you smile at him. The one he returns to you is soft.

"Green," he says, and you repeat the same.

"You sure?" Annie asks, to which you nod. "Alright then."

She pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in harshly, hitting Armin's prostate dead on and shoving him impossibly closer to you. This time, the boy does scream, and he does collapse. He manages to catch most of his body weight on his elbows before he crushes you, but his body is still pressed firmly against your own. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, knowing you were going to need as much leverage as possible for the ride Annie was about to take you on.

Annie's thrusting is brutal. She pulls out slowly but snaps back in swiftly, bottoming out completely each and every time. Her pace is quick and the actual motions are hard enough that Armin doesn't even need to move his hips for his cock to be rubbing against you.

Armin's repeated whimpers of pleasure had morphed into sobbing, garbled speech barely actual words apart from the occasional swear word or "'s s'fuckin' good."

Annie is having the time of her life having the two of you at her mercy. Every wail that escapes Armin and every whimper that leaves you has her floating. She's on such a power trip that she hardly needs external stimulation to get off, however, the vibrator buzzing inside her definitely helped.

"Mm, who's fucking you this good, baby boy?" she taunts, bottoming out and grinding against Armin's reddening flesh.

"Daddy is," he sobs, the pleasure too great for him to say anything else.

"And who's gonna finally make you cum?"

"You and mommy, please, I need it so bad!"

You push his chest up and off of you, the two of you shakily sitting up so you can gently remove the cock ring. And as soon as it's off, Armin buries himself inside of you again, Annie resuming her rough pace.

Annie's moan is high pitched when the vibrator hits just the right spot, sending her toppling over the edge and her hips bucking wildly into Armin.

If your orgasm hit you like a bus, Armin's hits him like a fucking bullet train. One final snap of the dildo into his prostate and clench of your pussy has him screaming, whole body shuddering as he pumps what feels like buckets of hot, sticky cum inside of you.

The sheer pressure and temperature alone has you cumming for a third time. You feel absolutely spent, your whole body sore and hot and sticky as Armin shallowly thrusts in and out, trying to fuck his seed into you as deep as he possibly can.

You can't talk, you can barely breathe, your whole body going limp. Armin seems to feel the same way, finally flopping on top of you completely, not even bothering to pull out his slowly softening cock from you. When Annie can no longer take the overstimulating buzzing that the vibrator was providing, she pulls out of him, and you laugh softly when you realize that he's so sleepy his only reaction is a small sigh. But despite all that, you felt absolutely content.

It takes longer than you initially predicted to regain any semblance of awareness. Annie chuckles softly at the sight of you and Armin practically glued to each other, both metaphorically and physically, when she returns from cleaning up the various toys you three had used.

"How are my babies doing?" she asks gently, coming up to the two of you to gently rub Armin's back. He whines, cuddling closer to you and blindly reaching out to pull Annie back on the bed so he can snuggle with her too. "Tired, I'm sure. But I need to clean you up at least a bit, okay?"

The two of you nod sleepily, Annie sighing both fondly and irritably at your lack of movement. She disappears into her bathroom once again, bearing two warm rags when she returns.

"Armin, I need you to help me here. You're heavy as fuck," she says.

The blonde boy huffs, slowly sitting up to reach down and pull his soft length out of you, making both of you gasp in overstimulation. He swears when he watches his cum drip out of your hole, almost mesmerized by the sight. His admiration is cut short by Annie clearing her throat, gesturing for Armin to lay back down beside you.

It's quiet as the woman makes quick work of wiping the two of you down, making sure you don't feel nearly as sticky or gross as before. You mumble a small thanks, earning a soft kiss in response.

The silence that ensued after was very comfortable, not unlike the ones you would sit in as friends when you all had drained your social batteries. Those were the times everyone would curl up with tea and books and just enjoy one another's company, savoring the feeling of being with your best friends. It would be cozy, comforting... nothing too overwhelming. And at the end of the day, everyone would return to their dorms or apartments or houses alone, leaving you feeling loved but still painfully alone.

You weren't quite ready (nor awake enough) to start questioning what the three of you were after tonight, so you settled on just enjoying the familiar but foreign silence that encased you all like a quilt.

When the rags are disposed of and the sheets are stripped, Annie throws t-shirts at everyone before joining you two on the bed, dragging a clean comforter behind her. She throws it over you all once everyone pulls their shirts on, sighing in content as she finally snuggles up to your side.

Armin's chest becomes your pillow, the gentle rising and falling of his chest lulling you to sleep like a silent lullaby while Annie tangles her legs with your own, arm thrown over your waist protectively.

You don't think you'll ever get used to the feeling of the two of them on you in such an intimate way. But you can absolutely get used to the way their presence makes you feel at home.

A/N: so uhhhh... thoughts? please let me know if i miss a warning or have some sort of funky grammar error i can fix :) i hope you guys enjoyed. these types of one-shots probably won't be nearly as long as this one when i write in the future, but who knows? i'll see what happens when inspiration strikes!

thank you for reading <3 i love you

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connie + late night drives

nsfw, 18+, MINORS DNI

connie is the type of person to call you at ungodly hours of the morning night to go drive around, the destination being nowhere.

you’d wake up to your phone buzzing at the frankly unreasonable time of 2am - blindly reaching around to answer it and curse out whoever decided to wake you up - and then just hear a tired “come for a drive? please?” from the other line.

and of course you wouldn’t be able to say no to such a request, especially when it comes from connie. so you take a deep breath, put on some slip on shoes, and then trudge out with only your phone to meet the man who had already parked across the street.

you’re always quick to notice the dark circles surrounding his pretty grey eyes and the slight dullness of his usually healthy, glowing skin, but you never comment on it, choosing to playfully chastise him with a, “you better make it up to me, i was having a fucking awesome dream” (to which he’d reply, “couldn’t be too great if i wasn’t in it”).

he would wordlessly hand you your drink of choice, whether it be tea, coffee, monster energy, or water, and then drive around aimlessly. connie doesn’t particularly enjoy sitting in silence but he finds himself melting into the comfort of your presence without any background noise. and as you sip at your drink, looking out the window and humming softly to yourself, you feel him reach over to your lap to gently hold on to your hand.

typically, you lose track of how long your drive for, but you don’t mind. connie will find new places to show you almost every time, new look outs to admire the lights of your city or little parks to run around in if you’re feeling particularly excited. he’d offer you the first hit of a freshly rolled blunt and let you talk about whatever was on your mind as you pass the joint between the two of you. he didn’t care whether he was high as a kite or sober beyond liking, he just loved hearing the sound of your voice. it grounded him, made him feel safe and comfortable. having you around, being physically in your presence was more addicting than any drug he could think of, despite not trying much beyond his trusty CBD.

no matter how many times connie drags you out of your peaceful nights’ sleep and subsequently ruins your sleep schedule, you can’t find it in yourself to stay angry at him. not when he looks at you like you hung up the moon and the stars when you talk about the things you love, not when he kneads at your thigh absentmindedly with a soft smile, and especially not when he kisses you slow and deep, hand at your nape and drawing you as close to him as you physically can with the center console separating the two of you. connie kisses you with the passion of someone who thinks they’ll never see you again, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your head grow dizzy with desire.

he considers himself forgiven when he finds you in his lap not much later, your arms locked around his neck and hips swirling lazy circles against his pelvis. in the haze of your shared highs, the little bit of dry humping you initiate is white-hot and steamy, making his eyes roll back into his skull and fingers dig into the plush of your thighs. when the fabric of your matching sweats disappear and skin meets skin for the first time that night, connie had to mentally will himself not to come early. he can’t, he has to feel you first before. when he brings you into his chest again and you guide his leaking cock inside of your fluttering hole, the noise he makes is downright mortifying. but neither of you care… not when it feels so good.

the smell of your perfume is intoxicating when he buries his face in your neck to litter the sensitive skin with dark purple love bites. the gummy walls of your pussy are hot and wet and pulsing and make his thighs quiver embarrassingly. his brain, which was foggy with smoke from his joint earlier, is startlingly clear when he meets your eyes again.

connie thinks you look like an angel with your blown-out pupils, red from smoking and teary from pleasure. your presence, your aura is mind-bogglingly bright; he can’t look away.

you always take him nice and easy, wanting to fuck him slow and softly. you want him to know how much you care when you slowly slide up and down his length, torsos pressed together and foreheads touching. everything becomes overwhelming when you’re together, from the glimmering city lights on the horizon to the soft sound of green day playing on the radio. the pop rock is accented by the music you make with your bodies, wet skin slapping together and soft sighs of delight. electricity buzzes through your veins as you drop back down on his lap, over and over again, just a bit harder each time.

you feel alive with connie, and he feels the same with you.

your orgasms are less of a startling climax and more gradual, the gentle rolling of an ocean wave against a shore. it’s all shuddering breaths and hands grabbing whatever they can teach, it’s endless sweet nothings and soft swears that end with connie emptying his load deep into your cervix. you feel full in every way possible, the orgasm clouding your brain and cum slightly seeping out of you in the most satisfying way.

connie won’t let go of you. not immediately after, nor fifteen minutes after you’ve both finished. his softened cock remains comfortably nestled in your walls and both of you savor the feeling of being as close as physically possible.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he’d mumble into your ear, one hand combing through your hair and the other rubbing light circles on your back.

you’d squeeze him tighter, giggling when he grunts in pain, and softly say, “i love you.”

his hands stop moving, but only for a second; connie just can’t help but be surprised every time you say that. he has to bite his lip and look up to prevent stupid tears from leaking out of his eyes, because he refuses to make you worried. especially when it’s because he never thought someone would love him the way you do.

“baby, believe me when i say i love you endlessly more.”

later, much later, when the city lights flicker out one by one like candles on a cake and the sun starts to peek over the horizon, connie drives you home. once again, his hand rests on your thigh, and every time he stops at red light, he takes a second to admire your face, peacefully sleeping as the world around you begins to wake.

the warmth in his chest is simply cheesy, but connie doesn’t care. he relishes the flutter of butterflies as you kiss him goodbye, lazily waving before turning and walking away. his heart pounds loud when you stop in your tracks, turning and inviting him back inside to cuddle and eat breakfast.

it’s grossly domestic but you love it. connie loves it even more. and as you fall asleep for the third time in twelve hours in one another’s arms, you both decide you won’t have life any other way.

hopelessly in love with connie. my bad.

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levi + cleanliness

nsfw, 18+, MINORS DNI

levi is a very tidy, hygienic person by nature. his need for cleanliness is one of the things you notice about him immediately, from his unblemished milky skin to his scuff-free and freshly polished shoes. his table manners are nothing short of impeccable. when you finally see his body exposed to your eyes for the first time, he is well groomed and clean, smelling distinctly of fine leather, sage, and soap.

calling him a germaphobe is a vast understatement. but when levi finally gets his hands on you, keeping things mess-free is the last thing levi wants to think about.

levi wants, he needs to feel your mouth slobbering all over his cock. the feeling of you desperately grinding your weeping pussy against his thigh, juices soaking through his pristinely ironed dress pants. he wants those same juices to cover his mouth and nose as he eats you out like a starved man; he gets off knowing how wet you get because of him. depending on who’s taking charge that night, levi has no qualms against you spitting into his mouth and watching him swallow it.

levi will kiss you dizzy after you’ve swallowed his load, the taste of himself on your tongue driving him absolutely feral. he will pump his cum into you over and over again until your belly bulges, womb filled to the brim with him. and when your swollen cunt can no longer hold all of it inside of you, he lick himself out of your hole with his skilled mouth until your overstimulated pussy is completely clean.

levi loves shower sex because it means he doesn’t have to completely disinfect the entire bedroom after you go at it for the better portion of the night. he’ll finger you until you’re crying, squirting all over his lithe fingers as he mumbles filthy words into your ear. he’ll smear his cum over your bruised lips, enthralled by the way you look covered in his seed. or, alternatively, he’ll make a milky mess out of your pussy, cumming once inside of you and again right against your folds.

he loves that any trace of the your activities are either washed down the drain or fucked deep inside of you, warm water soothing aching muscles and washing away various bodily fluids.

and after everything is all said and done, levi will carefully help you clean up, gently washing your hair and using a sudsy washcloth to wipe away any remaining mess in the shower or bath. he holds you close to his body, hands working out various knots and relieving tension in tight muscles. because at the end of the day, he is still definitely a clean freak. but to him, nothing says “i love you” more than taking care of you.

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Lazy Friday nights in were some of your favorites. A long week of work and stress ending with a long shower, fuzzy pajamas, and your trusty Netflix account was your ideal way to spend the evening before the weekend. They were even better when your girlfriend joined you, which tended to be more often than not.

When you and Sasha had started dating, you both felt instantly comfortable with each other. You were both so caring, albeit in different ways, and adored spending time with one another. Soon her monthly lazy Fridays with you morphed into twice, sometimes three times a month.

When Sasha came over, she would wrap you in the fluffiest blanket you own and let you rest your pretty little head on her lap, running her fingers through your hair because she knew how much you loved it. And every time without fail, she would bring at least one bag crammed with your favorite snacks just to see you smile.

This time was not much different than the ones before apart from your stress-induced crying that had your favorite person rushing over in record time.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, baby,” Sasha soothes quietly, pulling you into her embrace the moment you open the door and cradling your head gently. “I’m right here.”

Somehow, her words only make you cry harder. She ‘aw’s’ sadly, leading you into your own apartment and closing the door to prevent you from getting embarrassed in front of the nosy neighbors.

“Go lay down, sweetheart, I’m gonna make you some tea,” she smiles softly, watching you glumly patter over to your couch and collapsing on to it in a heap. Hearing your sniffles, once Sasha sets the kettle down on to the stove, she’s back at your side in a flash.

“We have time before the water is done boiling. Now, would you like to talk about what happened or do you just wanna cuddle for now?” she asks. You wipe the back of your eyes with your wrist, face hot and nose stuffy from your meltdown.

“Jus’ cuddle for now,” you mumble, snuggling into the girl’s side, tucking your head and curling into a ball.

“Okay, sounds good,” her hands fall into their respective positions: one threading through your hair and the other rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Despite being tired after such a long day, as shown by the violet crescents stamped beneath her lower lashes, Sasha was ready to drop everything in order to comfort you, knowing that you shouldn’t be alone during your anxiety attacks.

“I visited my father’s earlier today. He went out hunting out in that big ol’ forest a couple hours away and ended up shootin’ the biggest turkey I’ve ever seen! Had to be at least twenty five pounds. That’s like, the size of a kid! Or maybe one of the massive bags of potatoes you get at costco.”

Listening to Sasha talk about her day was always cathartic for the both of you. She was good at telling stories, keeping them entertaining but short and sweet. And you were always her favorite listener, always attentive and curious and genuinely invested in what she had to say.

“Anyways, Papa sent me home with a solid portion of it. Light meat and dark meat, and I think a leg as well. It’ll probably be breakfast tomorrow ‘cause God knows I can’t resist my daddy’s cooking. Oh, and I found an old recipe my grandmother used for this one turkey dish - I can’t remember the damned name - but it was always so tasty. I was thinking I could bring it over tomorrow and we could cook dinner together, if you’d like. How does that sound?” She proposed excitedly. You turn your head to meet her eyes, heart melting at how beautiful she looked when she was excited for something.

The chestnut hair piled on top her head and into a messy bun was ever so slowly slipping out from the tie that held it together, strands of wispy baby hairs framing her face. Her big brown eyes twinkled with the light of a thousand stars, corners of them crinkling as the brightest smile on the planet overtook her features. The freckles that dotted under her eyes and over the bridge of her nose were dusted with a pink flush, one that you’ve come to learn was from the hours of horseback riding she’d do every time she visited her hometown.

She had told you time and time again how much it meant to her that you cared so much, but you never really understood why she thanked you so often. You loved the way her eyes lit up when she talked about things she loved or people who brought her joy.

And when she told you that she was usually ignored or called dumb when she attempted to converse with others in the past, you had to refrain from tracking down the motherfuckers who made your sweet girl feel insecure about sharing the things she enjoyed.

“That sounds amazing, baby.” You smile for the first time that evening. Sasha looks down at you fondly, brushing some of your baby hairs out of face.

You both jolt at the sound of the kettle screaming, moving over just in time for Sasha to practically leap off the couch and slide into the kitchen. And it what feels like seconds, she’s back: a warm mug filled with chamomile tea and a bit of honey is pushed into your hands, your usual blanket draping around both of your shoulders, Sasha’s bag of goodies, and a random movie playing on the screen in front of you. You couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to it, favoring digging into a homemade scone instead and taking long sips of your perfectly brewed tea.

Sasha had made herself comfortable with you laying between her hips, using her chest and stomach as a pillow as you curled up into her body. An arm dangled off the couch, absentmindedly brushing hair out of your eyes while a second hand messed with the wrapper of a chocolate bar. You knew she had finally gotten it open when you heard the familiar soft, satisfied sigh that you had grown to recognize as Sasha’s approval of good food. Her gentle chewing always made you feel warm with love, the knowledge that she consciously tried not to smack her lips in order to not make you uncomfortable proof that she was always so attentive to your needs.

A yawn escapes you and Sasha giggles before echoing it herself; both of you were past sleepy and just ready to go to sleep. You could fall asleep to the gentle lullaby of her heart beat, with a tummy full of warm tea and sweet pastries and a heart full of love… so you do.

When it grows much too late, Sasha gently wakes you to guide you to your bed, climbing in right after you and once again bringing you close to her chest. You cocoon yourselves in your soft duvet and croqueted blanket, one that’s a bit sloppy and ugly but your favorite because you made it with Sasha. You hear a quiet murmur of, “I love you” and it’s one of the last things you hear before you drift off, feeling infinitely safe and cared for in your love’s arms.

And in the morning, you both wake up to the sun indicating the day to be halfway done.

“Pancakes or waffles?” You ask, stretching your arms above your bed. Sasha grunts, an arm thrown over her eyes as she fights a losing battle against the enticing lull of sleep.

“Waffles.” she yawns, rubbing her eyes before glancing at you from the other side of the bed. Your clothes are rumpled, your hair is a mess of bed head, and your eyes are red and swollen from crying. But she feels her chest flutter, and she can’t help but remain in awe of your beauty, despite the remnants of your difficult night from the prior day.

“What?” you question, catching her stare. Sasha shakes her head, an easy smile spreading across her face.

“Nothing. Just wondering how the hell I got so lucky with you,” she ponders. A flattered, surprised laugh leaves you, and even though you both have awful morning breath, Sasha can’t help herself from leaning in and catching your lips in a kiss.

When you break away, your face is warm, but your smile is even warmer. “I love you,” you whisper. Sasha presses another kiss to your lips before leaning her forehead against your own.

“I love you too.”

this is, again, entirely self-indulgent. i just want a gf so bad it’s not even funny :(((( preferably sasha.