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tojivu · 2 years ago

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# SOBER UP ‣ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

✰ — author’s note should this be considered a shtpost LOL

✰ — playing mad riches by sonder .

✰ — cw / tags mentions of alcohol , comfort and fluff , f!reader , college au , ex boyfriend + situationship megumi , idk if i made him seem like a red flag here but idc… #megumiapologist

✰ — word count 1.7k

MEGUMI , who tags along when his friends go drinking at a bar nearby your campus and has an alcohol tolerance higher than everyone in the room, combined.

this man does not play when it comes to drinking games. honestly, he would not be interested in playing at all if not for yuji egging him on—any chance to prove himself will not go wasted, especially when it’s his own best friend doubting his ability.

you’re playing along, after yuji had pestered your friends to join in—you took one for the team and decided to go with it. truth or drink: two options, it would be an easy feat. just pick truth every time.

everyone is gathered around the large table at the centre of the establishment, glasses in hand. megumi is across from you, blank expression worn—he doesn’t seem to be enjoying the occasion, but he's partaking anyway. his arms are crossed, eyes locked on the surface of the table. you had hoped to speak to him tonight, but it seemed like you wouldn't be able to.

you’re swirling your glass around, generating a whirlpool in your drink—waiting for yuji to move on from asking nonsensical questions and to let the night get more exciting. he seems to be the life of the party, people often picking him to answer their queries: it’s a horrible time to be popular, because he soon excuses himself after a few glasses.

it’s that way with everyone in the group, with every popular student getting picked in order—eventually, it’s just you, megumi, and 3 other people.

“y/n.” an unfamiliar voice calls your name, one belonging to a boy you’ve never seen before. “truth or drink?”

“truth.” you respond, wanting to last as long as possible: not taking a sip until it was absolutely necessary. your apartment was quite a long way from where you were: a long cab ride with an intoxicated system didn’t sound appealing at all. you hoped it wouldn’t be too scandalous of a question, after all, not many people knew you personally—so they didn’t have much to ask.

“anyone here. . . you don’t mind going on a date with?”

that was a stupid question. your college was full of teenage-minded boys who didn't think twice before doing anything. nobody was serious enough for your taste, and regretfully so: you're unable to answer the question and you take a shot.

MEGUMI , who glares at you, despondently, from athwart the table because you didn't answer the question with his name. he exhales, eyebrows furrowing and the grip on his cup tightening. it was unfair of him to expect a response with his name—after what had happened.

fushiguro and you were a complicated pair. many have heard of you two and yet knew so little: you've dated him in the past and things were on and off since then. yet, people pretend they don't see you slipping out of his dorm as soon as the sun rises, and that they don't see him staring daggers into any man that speaks to you.

sure, you two would have your flings—each time swearing it was the last. you knew it wasn’t right, but if nobody uttered any ‘i love you’s, what was the real harm?

just a week ago, an argument ensued between the two of you. he was yelling about how he had too many classes and couldn't see you, and you were saying how he should've tried anyway.

he reminded you that night that you two weren't together anymore, and off you went; out his door and no calls returned.

megumi knew you were angry when you didn't bother scolding him via text, as you usually would, but he knew you were livid when you didn't bother thinking of your answer—instead chugging your glass.

your giggles get louder, and your head dizzier. you're holding onto the chair behind you, and megumi is pissed off with the way your friends are more concerned with taking pictures than looking out for you.

the circle remains, with the same boy picking you to answer his inappropriate questions regarding your love life. megumi is concerned with how much alcohol is entering your system. he's standing up straight now, worried that you'll black out any moment—he knew better than anyone that you couldn't hold your liquor. he can't help but blame the guy picking on you; you seemed to be stuttering and yet he didn't stop.

"you know what," he walks around the table and grabs the empty cup from your hands. "this is dangerous. you can't handle liquor."

you're stumbling over your own feet as you try to retrieve your cup from megumi, who's raising it over his head and out of your reach.

"'gumi . . ."

your words are slurred and your face is flushed red. your hands try to reach up, but come down to his chest as you almost fall on top of him. megumi is concerned, but his face shows annoyance; he places the cup down and slithers his arm around your waist to support you.

it's been a long while since you called him that, or any nickname at all. something stirs in his chest, it was something about his nickname leaving your lips—he can't help but stare at them, so that's precisely what he does.

"i'm taking you home."

you whine, but your uncoordinated self is unable to fight the strong arms that pull you out of the bar, away from the crowd and onto the pavement outside.

you're hitting megumi's chest while babbling nonstop about how much of a party pooper he is. the look on his face appears nonchalant—your ex couldn't care less about ruining the fun. he cared about you, and the least he could do was make sure you got home safe.

"you're always like this, 'gumi . . ." you hit his chest again, your head buried in the crook of his neck. your breath against his skin tickles, shuddering when you say his name. "always . . . ruining the fun."

megumi's attempts at hailing a cab render useless, and public transport had their last journey an hour ago. you complain about your heels to him, with a pout that makes him weak in the knees.

"your shoes . . . so comfy."

he swears under his breath because no other girl could embarass him like this. megumi walks with you, your gleaming heels in his hands and his socks getting torn by the harsh asphalt. he hates being barefoot—but you're treading the path happily, wearing his sneakers—so he thinks it's bearable, just for a short while.

MEGUMI , who takes you to a convenience store close by and buys you two bottles of water, hoping you could sober up a little.

it's 2 in the morning and you're sitting on a bench outside of a 7-11 with your ex boyfriend, who you can't help but stare at. he looks unusually handsome, you think, just a little bit more than usual. you feel like your first year self pining over him all over again, but this time, he's much closer.

you remember the fight a week ago and you're brought back to reality of what it was. megumi hit you cold and hard with the truth, and you find yourself shifting your gaze to the empty bottle of water at your feet.

you hear megumi's breath hitch a few times, almost as if he was meaning to say something—but you didn't know if you would want to hear it, after everything that had unfolded between you two.

"just say it, megumi." you blurt out, thinking there was no point in keeping things unsaid. you were annoyed with the way he would turn back and forth between you and the road.

he's not certain if he's glad to hear you say his full name, at least you're sober—but he hates the fact that you don't say megumi like you say gumi.

"i still love you, y/n." megumi mumbles.

you look at him, your eyes immediately noticing his staring at you before you even turned your head. you get up from the bench, unable to make sense of what he just said: apologies quickly leave your mouth and you're power walking away.

MEGUMI , who trails behind you, asking you to wait—he had your heels, and those were his shoes on your feet.

nothing changes until you arrive at your front door. you're completely sober thanks to the water megumi forced you to chug, and he’s behind you. you turn from the door to face him, and your stubbornness is suddenly dissipating.

your heels are still in his hands and his socks are completely torn.

"yeah, this is your fault."

you roll your eyes. "i did nothing."

megumi scoffs, looking down at the floor. he's not sure what to say to make this any less awkward—he's already spoken his mind.

"just come in, 'gumi. i've had enough of your complaining."

his eyes light up when you say the two syllable word. he takes his socks off in milliseconds, leaving your heels outside and letting himself be pulled by the sleeve into your apartment.

MEGUMI , who wakes up in your bed with his arm around the small of your back, keeping you close to him—sunlight is spilling in through the gaps of your curtains. it’s shining on his chest and subsequently, you: your head is laid on his bare chest, your legs resting on top of his. your breath is warm against his skin, your left arm hugging him tight around the waist.

your breathing is calm and slow, but it comes to a brief stop when you wake up soon after him. you yawn, head throbbing, but it doesn't stop you from looking up at fushiguro—who's been staring at you for awhile.

"we might as well just get back together."

megumi thought you were kidding, after you had just run away from him after his confession the night before: but you were everything but a joker.

he runs his fingers through your hair, before sighing softly.

"that's not a bad idea."

his fingers playing with your hair was lulling you back to sleep, along with the warmth of skin to skin contact and a voice that seemed as smooth as velvet. there wasn't much time before your headache and him combined knocked you out.

". . . i love you, 'gumi.” is all you manage to say before closing your eyes, allowing fushiguro to savour the words in private as you slept soundly.

he was thankful that you were exhausted—the red on his cheeks was much too embarrassing to be seen.

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karikarasuno · 16 days ago

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sonder ch. xi

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader x Levi Ackerman

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings/Tags: 50% Giggly Romance, 50% Raunchy Smut

song(s) for the chapter: when the rain starts by infinity song & silver lining by laufey

a/n: alright i had a bit too much fun writing the smut for this and it kinda got away from me. i'm only partially sorry for what i've done. pls find it in your hearts to forgive me<3

chapter x | chapter xi | epilogue

“Oh God,” you groaned, “I’m gonna throw up.”

Moblit laughed. Heartily. With no regard for your feelings. He laughed. It was honestly kind of rude how unhelpful he was being.

“Do you think anything through ever?” He asked, and you were surprised there weren’t tears streaming down his face. With how hard he was laughing at you.

“You’re being mean,” you whined, head falling to rest against his desk. You were so confident when you left their home yesterday. Practically skipping your way back to your own home. You replayed the kiss a billion times. Giddy. Giggling. Aroused. You slept. But barely. Because all you dreamt of was hands and lips and searing touches.

It was so nice and so unlike any feeling you have had in such a long time. You were riding a high that plummeted the second you walked into work and told Moblit how the rest of your weekend went after you bolted from the event.

And you didn’t realize that such a simple question, “What’re you gonna do?” would send you into an absolute spiral when you realized you had no idea.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve practically been dating for months now so if it makes you feel better you don’t have to try as hard to impress them,” Moblit responded once his fit of laughter subsided, but in fact his attempt to console you did not make you feel better.

“No because if I take them on a lame date then they’re going to think I’m lame,” you complained, overexaggerated but feeling it nonetheless.

“Not how that works, I fear,” he said with an accompanied eye roll. You knew he was right. Still, you couldn’t shake the unpleasant feeling of adolescent nerves from fluttering around your tummy. Levi and Erwin would love or enjoy anything you suggested, but you wanted to impress them. You wanted them to feel almost smitten with you. Selfishly, you wanted them to fall even harder for you. Maybe then you’d finally erase that tiny niggling sense of doubt that still hid somewhere within you.

“What did you and Hange do for your first date?” You asked, hoping to at least draw inspiration from him.

“Well,” he paused, shook his head and then chuckled. “Hange took me to the batting cages, but instead of hitting baseballs, they managed to have it shoot out various vegetables. Suffice to say, we were banned from there for life after that.”

“Of course they did something reckless and creative,” you grumbled, slouching into the chair as your brain searched and searched for something interesting to do.

“We were young and stupid,” Moblit reasoned.

“Oh so I’m old,” you argued.

“And smart,” he offered. You rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t think coming up with something romantic would be this difficult,” you sighed.

“Well at least you have the rest of the week to come up with something,” Moblit said, shrugging and continuing to be utterly unhelpful.

“Whatever. Let’s just get some lunch,” you stood up, anxiety growing a little in your chest. “Maybe if I'm full I’ll be able to focus better on planning something.”

“Maybe you should focus more on the fact that you’ll probably be getting laid this weekend.” You paled at his words. Somehow not thinking far ahead enough to realize that your date could very much end with the three of you in bed.

“Oh,” you said, the singular syllable heavy with apprehension.

“How exciting,” Moblit grinned impishly. Dread, excitement, and mostly, stunningly, intrigue began to flood your system.

That Friday Hange took you and Moblit out to lunch. Their treat. You knew, though, that they just wanted to pry. Surely, Moblit rehashed all the details to them about your upcoming date and they wanted more. They always wanted more information. But it was fine because for once you actually had something to offer.

“So,” they looked up at you over their glasses, eyes glinting with all the wickedness they could muster. You were just seated at this little sushi restaurant a few blocks from your office, somewhere you had never been, funnily enough.

“So?” you asked, trying your hardest to remain aloof, even though your insides were twisting with nerves and your skin was vibrating with anticipation.

“A little birdie told me you have a date tomorrow,” Hange leaned so hard against the table that it shifted closer to you, rattling the water glasses. Your hands shot out to grab yours to keep it from spilling as your eyes slid over to Moblit accusatory.

“Actually,” he started while grabbing his own water– a few drops having already spilt over the lip. “I wasn’t the little birdie this time.”

Moblit was suppressing a grin, a possibly shit-eating one. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion because aside from Moblit you hadn’t told anyone else about your date tomorrow.

“A certain someone stopped by the bar a few days ago to do some bookkeeping and spilled the beans,” Hange said, practically jumping on their side of the booth.

Your face screwed up even more, “Levi?”

This sent a tidal wave of shock through your system. Levi wasn’t the type to ‘spill the beans.’ He was the type to make sure all the beans were in the can, sealed, and placed on their designated shelf in the pantry.

“What did he say?” You were sure your eyes resembled saucers as you leaned into Hange, both of your bodies taking up too much space over the table. Moblit chuckled. You heard it but didn’t care.

“Just that you’re going out this weekend. On a date,” Hange shrugged, but you knew there was more to that. They were being too vague. Attempting to be too nonchalant. That was not their usual MO.

You squinted your eyes skeptically. Something was up.

“Hange,” you said, dropping your voice like you were trying to coax a secret from them. “At least tell me he’s not regretting it.”

They laughed. You couldn’t escape it. The laughter. First Moblit and now Hange. Maybe you were losing your mind.

“Regret it?!” The volume of their voice traveled out of your booth and across the small restaurant. It was still mostly vacant since you arrived before the typical lunch rush so when you looked over at the hostess who was eyeing your table weirdly you felt hot embarrassment settling around your neck.

“Babe,” Moblit chastised, planting a hand on their shoulder to settle them down.

“Sorry,” Hange apologized, bangs swinging furiously over their glasses as they shook their head with amusement. “It’s just you’re so silly.”

Your jaw dropped to argue but nothing came out.

“I mean, no he doesn’t regret it. Honestly, he’s kinda freaking out,” Hange explained.

“About?” You were getting antsy in your seat, not knowing what to expect.

“Well,” Hanged paused, looking over at Moblit who tucked his lips into his mouth like he was trying to hide a smile. They must love torturing you. Fucking sadists.

“It’s just that it’s been a really long time since Levi’s been with a woman.” They shrugged again, sipping their water.

“And?” Your brows furrowed, head tilting to the side like a dog. You weren’t sure why that mattered.

“You know,” they waved their hands around. You glanced at Moblit who was pointedly looking away from you, his gaze staring rather intently at the menu in front of him. “The hardware is different.”

They motioned ambiguously under the table. Your eyes tracked the motion and when realization struck your hand rose to cover your mouth and your eyes widened.

“Oh!” There was no way you could have stopped the giggles from shaking your shoulders and spilling from your lips. Your cheeks were warm now. And you dropped your face into your hands to regain composure. But it was hard. You heard Hange’s laugh from across the table. Soon followed by a chuckle from Moblit.

The waiter came then– in the midst of your fit. So you had to quickly reel it in and order the first sushi roll you saw on the lunch menu. Your appetite for food suddenly gone. When the waiter was through getting your orders and collecting the menus, you had to take a deep breath before breaching the conversation again.

It made sense for him to be nervous, but the thought never even crossed your mind. Which made you feel bad.

“He’s just a little worried about pleasing you is all,” Hange tried to salvage whatever they could. “It’s cute!”

You were just shocked. More so by the fact that Levi seemed to open up to Hange about this, but also mortified at what they could have possibly said.

“Do I even wanna know what you told him?” You couldn’t really fight the blush that was erupting on your face, but you tried your best to ignore it. Of course you thought about sleeping with them. On numerous occasions. The thought, especially recently, had left you feeling somewhat fidgety and nervous, but never would you have assumed you wouldn’t be… satisfied.

“Just that he didn’t have anything to worry about. Levi is always paying attention, so as long as he’s paying attention to you, and your,” they stopped talking for a moment, looking for the right word, “responses,” they snapped their fingers, “then he would be fine.”

Even though you were still slightly embarrassed, Hange’s advice wasn’t bad. Thank god.

“I also offered to show him a few videos, but then he threw a pen at me so,” they shrugged as if this was a normal thing to do. “It’s always important to do a little research, I don’t know what his deal was.”

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with you and the fact that you offered to watch porn with him,” Moblit said, shaking his head, but still looking at Hange like they hung the moon. Something was surely wrong with him, but you couldn’t argue your case on sanity either since you were about to enter an already established relationship.

“I don’t see a problem with watching porn for educational purposes with your best friend.” The waiter arrived at that exact moment. His steps halted suddenly and you had to avert your eyes to keep from laughing at the look on his face. Poor guy. You had to make sure to leave a good tip when you were done.

It was unseasonably warm out today, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing since you planned a picnic. You woke up at six this morning, doe-eyed and bushy-tailed, or whatever the saying was. There was too much energy coursing through you to actually rest.

Last night you had texted the guys to be ready by four since that was the time you would be arriving on their doorstep. The park you were taking them to was only a twenty minute train ride away and the local university jazz orchestra was playing.

It sounded romantic. Fun. You even dipped strawberries in chocolate and cut sandwiches into triangles. You also stopped by a florist on your way home this morning from the grocery store. Maybe it was weird buying grown men a bouquet of flowers, but if you were being honest you didn’t really care. It was pretty and colorful and it felt special.

The smile on your face hadn’t slipped off since you woke up. It was the oddest feeling. Being unabashedly happy. It was foreign and scary because surely there was a shoe above your head prepared to drop. But every time you looked up there was nothing. Your smile grew.

Even getting dressed was fun. Your dress was a pretty pale green, silk, and it stopped mid thigh. You paired it with a cream cropped cardigan and some white mary janes. You felt so flirty and confident. It was such an odd feeling. Your cheeks were going to feel sore soon enough.

You tried not to get ready super quickly because you despised the feeling of waiting around. Especially when they were just next door. They wouldn’t mind if you showed up early and you knew that, but you wanted this to go exactly as you planned. And this very much would be like every other hangout. Except it wasn’t. It was more. It was a date.

You giggled to yourself like an idiot.

It was 4:01pm. You had the picnic basket gripped in one hand and the flowers in the other hidden behind your back as you stood on their doorstep. You had to keep yourself from jumping on the balls of your feet like an overexcited child.

Levi opened the door about two seconds after you knocked. He looked handsome in his baggy jeans and white tshirt. He was in the middle of throwing on an open brown button up when you arrived.

“You’re late,” he said, slipping his arm through the sleeve and adjusting it.

“You’re still getting ready,” you countered, and he rolled his eyes. You didn’t miss the slight smile he had on his face though.

“You look pretty,” he said, eyes wandering down your frame as you tried to keep from blushing. It was a lot being under Levi’s gaze. He always said so much without saying anything at all.

“These are for you.” You pulled the bouquet out from behind your back, suddenly so incredibly nervous. Because what if he hated them? It was a simple floral arrangement, the colors mostly white and blue.

“You bought us flowers,” he said as a statement. His tone was neutral. You felt your hands start to sweat.

“It’s okay if you hate them,” you blurted as his fingers brushed yours where they were wrapped around the stems.

“Why would I hate them?” He asked, one corner of his lips lifting as he took them from you.

“I don’t know, but I’m just saying it’s okay,” you knew you should shut up. You knew if he didn’t like them he would say it, but you couldn’t help the rambling. The first date jitters were effectively flooding your system.

“I don’t,” he said, smelling the hydrangeas in the center. Levi’s hand caught your wrist as he tugged you gently towards him. He leaned in, lips pressing the gentlest kiss against your cheek. “I like them, actually. This is my mom’s favorite flower.”

Something warm and fuzzy blossomed in your chest. The stars must have aligned. The planets must have found their proper positions in the sky.

“Flowers?” Erwin asked when he finally approached the door. He took them from Levi’s hand, smelling them before nodding and walking off to the kitchen.

“Wait,” Levi said following him, “you have to make sure to cut the stems bef–”

“I know, love,” Erwin interrupted.

“And the packet you have to add to the wa–”

“I know,” he emphasized, turning to look over at Levi who was trying his hardest to keep from taking the bouquet and doing it himself. Erwin smiled at you once Levi just huffed and turned away. Your own lips lifted in a secret smile at the interaction.

“We should leave soon,” you said, still shuffling in the open doorway. “We don’t wanna be late.”

Erwin slipped the properly prepped flowers into a vase and slid it to the center of the island. They complimented the space well. A small swell of pride illuminated through you. He made his way to you in confident strides. He looked good, but it was rare that he didn’t. He wore a pair of beige slacks, sneakers, and a white linen short-sleeve button-up. It was simple, but it fit his frame perfectly.

“And what exactly do we not want to be late for?” He asked, hands finding your waist and sliding down the smooth fabric of your dress. The casual intimacy caught you off guard. Touch always seemed to come so naturally to Erwin.

“I like this,” he said before you could answer his previous question. His hands were still rubbing up your sides affectionately as his eyes wandered over your body. You tried hard to ignore the burning of shyness that was starting to heat your skin.

“Thank you,” you finally managed to say. “Also we’re going to the park near downtown.”

You held up the basket, swinging it from side to side to showcase it. “See and I packed food.”

“Oooh, we’re gonna watch the jazz students play?” Erwin asked, delighted.

“I forget you work for the university,” you nodded, realizing too late you probably shouldn’t have said anything if you wanted the date to stay a surprise.

“They’re really good. You’ll love it,” he added, hands now squeezing at your waist in a very distracting way. He was standing so close to you. His cologne was wrapping around you like a cozy blanket and you very nearly considered just staying in. But no, you went through all that trouble preparing this damn date, so you were going on it regardless of how badly you wanted to push them into the bedroom and not leave for the rest of the weekend.

“We should get going then,” you stepped away from Erwin’s wandering hands, needing to breathe in air that wasn’t being perfumed by him. You were ushered out the door soon after by Erwin, whose hands found their way back to your waist as soon as you turned away from him.

You were kind of unsure how to navigate this date. Perception was a funny thing. You shouldn’t care about it and you knew that Levi and Erwin sure as hell did not care. But you didn’t want to overstep, to cross a boundary that made anyone uncomfortable. It was an awkward feeling that you warred over as you made your way to the train station.

To be honest, the feeling also felt silly. Especially when Erwin plucked the picnic basket from your hands before you stepped onto the train while Levi’s hand found the small of your back to guide you. They made everything feel so natural. Like this was any other day that the three of you were going out. Except it wasn’t. It was so much more.

“What did you pack for us?” Erwin lifted the lid to the basket, but you moved quickly, slamming it closed with your palm flattened against the wicker.

“That’s a surprise,” you responded, smiling up at him cheekily. His hand rose in surrender and he winked in response. “You’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

“Yes, Erwin,” Levi nodded, “don’t be so impatient.”

Erwin laughed heartily. Out of the two of them he wasn’t the one known for his impatience. “I’ll try to contain myself.”

“Good,” Levi smoothed his hand over your hip. The act itself was tender, but there was a light squeeze that accompanied it. One that had a flurry of something anticipatory flutter through your belly. You had to fight the gasp that clung to your vocal chords. “I’m sure she worked hard on whatever is in that basket.”

“Not that hard,” you argued, laughing lightly. “It’s not like I woke up before daybreak to prepare.”

Both of their gazes slid over to you with suspicious amusement.

“Right… that sounds completely out of the question,” Erwin said, looking pointedly at Levi, who had to look away to hide his smile.

“It looks like our stop is coming up,” you said, turning around so that neither of them had to witness the blush that began dusting over your cheeks. It was hopeless though because Levi’s hand started to rub gentle circles where it rested on your hip. That motion alone had your neck flushing and a dangerous heat swirling low in your abdomen. This date was going to be torture and you have a distinct feeling that they conspired it to be that way.

“Let’s go,” Erwin chuckled before grabbing your hand and leading you out the sliding doors of the train. Once you found your footing on the concrete of the station, you looped your hand through Levi’s elbow. Perception be damned. Today you scored two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen and you’d be an idiot not to relish in their affection. Maybe even flaunt it a little.

“I never said that.” You wacked Erwin’s bicep with the back of your hand. His head fell back with a laugh and he nearly spilled what little wine was left in the small wine glass all over his top.

“It was implied,” his words sloshed together. He wasn’t drunk by any means. Not on alcohol, anyway. The three of you seemed to be drunk by the moment. The sun was sitting low in the sky and it cast the warmest golden glow on your section of the park. The students were incredibly talented. The crowd they drew was relatively big as well. Groups of people clustered randomly throughout the large expanse of grass. Blankets, lawn chairs, and laughter. It was difficult not to feel light-headed by the appeal of the evening.

“I’m just saying,” he continued, “you’ve only had one partner.”

Your jaw dropped at his reasoning, but you didn’t have time to respond. Not when Levi muffled a chuckle beside you.

“And you agree?” You glared at him in astonishment and with some betrayal as well.

“I mean,” he shrugged before downing the rest of his wine in a single gulp.

“I cannot believe this,” you threw your hand up and dropped it dramatically back onto your thigh. “I don’t even know how we got here.”

Levi’s hand landed on top of the hand that was resting on your thigh and he squeezed. His fingers were cool against your exposed skin and despite the heat outside and the warmth from the wine curling in your stomach, goosebumps popped up across your thigh. You were so wound up that whatever physical affection either of them showed you had your mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be. At least not right now. In the middle of a date. In the middle of a park.

Maybe his allegations were true. You were reacting like a schoolgirl who had never felt the touch of a man before. It’s just been a while since you had felt so desired in this way. Either way, you wouldn’t allow for it.

“Just so you know, I am not a prude,” you huffed, flipping open the basket lid to retrieve the strawberries.

“Now I didn’t say that,” Erwin emphasized, chuckling once again.

“It was implied,” you repeated his own words back at him, but when he tried to respond he only got as far as parting his lips before you shoved a chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. It shocked him which was your primary goal, but you didn’t necessarily think it through. Because when his lips wrapped around the fruit and grazed your fingertips your heart skipped a beat. And when he looked up at you, eyes blue and bright and sparkling with haughty expectancy your heart skipped two beats. But when his tongue licked the melted chocolate off of your thumb, eyes glued to yours, your heart stopped altogether.

Eating chalk would probably be easier than the amount of effort it currently took to refrain from throwing yourself at him. He released your fingers, his jaw working slowly to chew the strawberry you just fed him. Meanwhile, Levi still had his hand on your thigh. It was currently burning a hole into your skin.

Suddenly, the saxophonist decided that this was the time to have a solo. It was a sensual number, the instrument caressed each note in a way that felt entirely suggestive. It wasn’t just setting a mood. The mood had already been set. This was taking a lit match and setting the mood on fire.

“How was it?” You cleared your throat, finally dropping your hand and placing it on the blanket you were sitting on. You needed the extra support to feel stable. “Was it good?”

“Delicious,” he answered. But the word was thick with double entendre. His voice had dipped low into a tenor you very rarely heard him speak with. It was hoarse and it felt like nails scratched down your spine. Now the goosebumps had traveled up your thigh, across your abdomen and down your arms. The evening could be mistaken for autumn with the way you shiver at nothing but a glance from one man and a carefully placed hand from another.

“Can I have a taste?” Levi asked, and you had to try exceptionally hard to keep your eye from twitching. They really were making this difficult for you. They made themselves damn near irresistible. As if you weren’t already ready and willing to do anything they asked.

You plucked another strawberry from the basket and held it out to Levi. His eyes swept over your face and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep the gasp from escaping your lips when instead of taking the strawberry with his hand like you expected, he leant in really close. He paused before his lips met the tip of the fruit, and your fingers tightened around the cluster of leaves. He wasn’t looking at you. Not at first. Not until his lips took the strawberry into his mouth and his gaze penetrated through his lashes that dusted the very end of his bangs.

“More wine?” You offered, but before either of them could answer you, you poured the remaining liquid into your own glass. You drank half in one go to quell the nerves and raucous desire that was suddenly and violently running through you. “It’s really good.”

Erwin’s head dropped to his chest with a quiet laugh and Levi turned his head to face the orchestra. You could tell by the way his cheek sunk between his molars that he was trying to suppress a laugh of his own. You were glad to have cut through the tension. It was becoming too overwhelming. And honestly you needed to get home with your panties still on and not strewn somewhere in this very park.

Hell, maybe you were a prude. But self control was a virtue and around these two exercising it was a torturous endeavor.

Luckily for you, you were able to convince them to take the train back home instead of ordering an uber. You were already suffocating on them as it was. The idea of being crowded into a backseat with them on either side of you sent your heart, mind, and pussy into overdrive. It would be a torture tactic not even the FBI would employ. At least, not one that you deserved.

So a twenty minute train ride, still coasting by on the lovely traces of alcohol that was in your system, was your only real option.

“The train at this time is going to be full of drunk idiots,” Levi complained.

“Great, so we won’t stand out,” you shrugged, looping your hand through his elbow and pulling him into your side.

“I’m not drunk,” he said, glaring at you. But when he looked over his face was far closer than you estimated. “Not even close.”

“Right, you might stand out then,” you whispered to him. Surprisingly, he smiled. You saw it all the way in his eyes. They crinkled in the corners, maybe there was even a twinkle in them. You had to clear your throat and glance away, but your eyes wandered over to Erwin. Who was already staring at the two of you with the most complicated expression. It was profound, intense. But it was also soft and tender. Almost sweet.

Your heart was having a hard time beating regularly. At this point, you weren’t sure if the heart in your chest was even yours. Maybe it was replaced by a wayward hummingbird. Either way, you needed to make it home without causing a scandal.

“Anyway,” you took a strategic step away from Levi and two carefully measured steps ahead of them. “We don’t want to miss the next train.”

There was a giggle that burst forth from your chest. It was giddy, breathless. Relentless. It was short and secretive because just as the noise escaped you a car honked in the distance. It was the last delightful noise you made that was only for you that night.

You arrived at the station just as the doors to the train were going to close. The three of you ran through them, Erwin nearly lifting you through the doors when your heel caught on a random crack. The moon was full as you walked back home beneath its light. There was a beautiful silence that accompanied your stroll. This time your hand was in Levi’s and the other curled around Erwin’s forearm. And while the silence was a knowing comfort, there was a thick air of anticipatory unfamiliarity.

It was the deep and innate sense that while everything was the same it was also entirely different. Even your houses, that stood perfectly side by side as they always had, felt new. Your rusted gates were that much more endearing. It was the first time in an incredibly long time that you felt at home. That you couldn’t imagine a life, a world, even a moment without them. Without this.

“Well,” you stood beside your gate, hand toying with the metal latch. “I guess this is good night.”

Erwin’s laugh was gruff and unexpected. You looked up at him through your lashes as you attempted to remain coy. The look on his face, though, was anything but. It was open, sincere, and full of such an obvious craving for you. You would be an absolute idiot if you went into your own home tonight. Alone, at least.

Levi reached for you. His fingers slipped beneath the buttons of your cardigan, and gently but without the hesitancy that usually accompanied a first time, he tugged you towards him. Your heels made two decisive clicks against the concrete as your body made contact with his.

“Did you want to come in?” He asked, but his eyes were on your lips as he did.

“It’s late,” you said as your fingers twitched at your sides. You wanted to touch him so very badly. “You’re not tired?”

“Not in the slightest.” The familiar creak of their gate met your ears. The keys Erwin had in his pocket jingled as he searched for the house key. And it was all so loud in the quiet of the night. Even your pulse thumped deafeningly in your neck. “But if you are? Our bed fits three.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I don’t,” he took a step away from you, but his fingers remained hooked in your sweater. “But we can test it out.”

You released a breathless laugh. But you followed Levi’s urging hands. You followed them up their front steps through their front door. Followed them as Levi’s hands found your waist as soon as the door shut behind you. Leaned in as Levi’s lips met yours. He kissed you like it was all he had been thinking about. Like if he had to wait another day, another minute, another second, then he would cease to live. It was a kiss that melted your knees and if it weren’t for the way you looped your arms around his neck you were sure you would’ve collapsed.

Levi stopped kissing you much too soon. There was a complaint lodged preciously against your tongue, but your mouth wasn’t unoccupied for long. Erwin, who stood beside you so patiently, now took up the space previously owned by Levi. He pulled you into him with a lot less grace than Levi had given you. His hand found its way behind your neck and he used that leverage to tilt your head towards him. The pressure was almost enough to make your eyes cross from pleasure. Your lips parted around a gasp and his tongue slipped into your mouth before you could complete the salacious inhale.

Erwin was good at this. He was good at disorienting you. Because for some odd reason or another you didn’t recall your feet moving. But they had. Your back was pressed against their bedroom door. And with an athletic agility you were unaware Erwin even possessed, he turned the knob that was seated beside your waist, wrapped his arm around your back to keep you upright, and somehow pushed the door open while dragging Levi through it by the collar of his shirt. All the while his lips never left yours.

The buttons on your cardigan were popped open from behind and when Levi was done undoing them, he pushed the soft fabric over your shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. Erwin finally broke the kiss. Probably because you were losing the ability to kiss him back.

“I really do like this dress,” he complimented, running his hands down your sides until his hands met with Levi’s at your hips. You were now perfectly sandwiched between them. A reality that not even your wildest dreams had been able to conjure. Not without the guilt that used to come along with it. But now you had no reason to feel guilty. Not when they both were so blatantly lustful over you.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered, your voice hiccuping when Levi’s lips began to kiss your jaw.

Hands were everywhere. Breath was no longer in your lungs. Your mind was dizzy with want. Want. Want. They manhandled you onto the edge of their bed. Their bodies pressed against either side of you.

Oh, you needed them. Like this. Exactly like this. With Levi’s lips on yours and Erwin’s lips on your neck. Someone’s hand was creeping towards your inner thigh. The hem of your silk dress dragged cool waves across your skin and you bit down a moan.

Only for it to be punched out of your chest when those very same fingers pressed curiously against the wet patch you knew was gathering on your panties.

“Shit, baby,” Erwin’s voice smeared hot and wet against your collarbone. It was his fingers. And honestly you should’ve known it was him. His fingers were long and thick and sturdy where they rubbed your slit in one torturous stripe.

You couldn’t stop the way your hips jumped or the way your moan spilled shocked and needy from your lips into Levi’s mouth. You were on edge, body tense, and craving but somehow the pleasure that was rocketing through you— caused by Erwin’s insistent fingers on your clit— frightened you.

It was nearly too much. But Levi pulled away, his lips were damp and red from the way you sucked at them mere moments ago. Your eyes opened, vision blurred with desperate tears, but it didn’t matter how blurry your sight was. Because you could see Levi’s beauty straight through it. His blush— you’ve always loved his blush— painted his cheeks crimson. His lashes were long where they blinked against the thin skin beneath his eyes.

Unfortunately though, you couldn’t admire him for long. Not when Erwin’s tongue licked heatedly against your pulse. And especially not when his fingers, strong and sure, moved your underwear aside as if the fabric bothered him. As if it was in the way of something he wanted.

And right now, it felt like he wanted you. Maybe, probably, hopefully just as much as you wanted him.

You could tell how wet you were before his fingers met your naked center. But it didn’t stop your gasp of surprise when his fingers quite literally slipped between your folds. You didn’t think you'd ever gotten so wet so quickly before. You were almost overstimulated by it all.

It was a thick wetness that coated Erwin’s fingers, and it aided him in pressing two fingers to your entrance. He slid in easily. No resistance. And when the feeling became too great your head fell back between your shoulders, a high pitched whine wheezing up your tight vocal chords as his fingers explored and massaged.

The muscles in your thighs twitched when Erwin groaned into your neck. It was all so hot. Intense. You were burning up from the inside out. The flames of desire only grew when his fingers found tissue, soft and sensitive and aching, inside your pussy.

Air was a luxury you could no longer afford and your legs began to snap shut when another hand, smaller but somehow still painfully strong, forced them open again.

When you looked over at Levi he wasn’t staring at your face like you were expecting him to. Instead his eyes were laser focused on Erwin’s hand between your thighs. The sounds of your slick being pushed and pulled from you suddenly hit your ears. Sloppy was the only way you could describe it.

Erwin’s lips were also no longer on your neck. The three of you now seemed to just stare down at the silky material of your dress, now discolored from where certain areas came into contact with the mess Erwin was making of you.

You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, grinding down harder than you meant to. But you couldn’t help it. He was searching for your release and you were so willing to give it to him. So ready to fall apart around him. It was becoming unbearable.

But that was the least of your worries because quicker than your mind could process Levi was kneeling between your open knees. His hands slid up your thighs, massaging and kneading the plushness of them before his nails scraped lightly against lace.

You were glad you chose one of the only lingerie sets you owned, but you realized now, rather belatedly, that it didn’t matter. Not when Levi slipped your underwear down your thighs, pausing at your calves, before taking them off of you entirely. He didn’t take a second look at them before throwing the sad excuse of wet fabric over his shoulder and using both hands to widen your legs for him.

The sight was enough to make Levi groan. It was deep, hoarse, and scratched so harshly down your spine that you shivered.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Erwin asked, fingers slowing to languidly scissor you open. You bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning. Levi looked up at you, his eyes glossed over with desire. You clenched around Erwin’s fingers. “And tight,” Erwin breathed, but barely when his exhale got caught in his chest.

Everything seemed to slow down. Erwin’s fingers slipped out from inside you with a squishy sound. You were drenched yet you didn’t have time to feel an ounce of shame over it because Erwin’s fingers were moving towards Levi’s lips.

There were thick strings of you connecting Erwin’s fore and middle finger. God, it would’ve been almost embarrassing if Levi’s lips weren’t parting so readily. You might have even told Erwin to stop if not for the way Levi’s eyes closed and his lips wrapped so eagerly around Erwin.

You swore you felt Levi’s low moan before the sound met your ears.

“Does she taste good, Levi?” Erwin’s voice was nothing but a deep rumble as he pumped his fingers in and out of Levi’s pliant mouth twice.

Your breath fell from your lips in heavy puffs as you watched. Somehow, you watching still felt intrusive. Like a scene you weren’t meant to see or at the very least it should have faded to black by now.

Instead, Levi didn’t answer. He sucked Erwin’s fingers clean, and then moved to push your dress up and over your hips. His intent was clear, but nerves rattled through you as Levi’s face drew nearer. His hot breath huffed over sensitive skin. Erwin grabbed hold of your thigh and hooked it over his own so Levi had more access. To you.

There was a beat of hesitation. You remembered that conversation you had over lunch with Hange. The realization striking you in the gut. “Levi, you don-”

Your words immediately died in your throat when Levi buried his face in your cunt. You gasped as the heat of his mouth enveloped you. Your hands fisted their bedding and if it weren’t for Erwin’s broad frame holding you up, your body would have given out.

Levi wasn’t particularly coordinated or strategic with his approach to eating you out. But that didn’t matter much when he was so messy. So sloppy. Levi was making out with your pussy and he was making it hard for you to concentrate.

“Oh,” you whined, back pressing more of your weight into Erwin, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He kissed your temple. It was comforting. The gesture was almost sweet until he said “I really didn’t think watching you grind against my boyfriend’s face would make me this hard.”

A laugh, startled and breathless, punched from your lungs. You glanced down at Erwin’s beige pants, his erection so obvious you weren’t sure how you missed it before. It looked almost painful as it strained beneath thin material.

“Or maybe I should say,” he pinched your jaw with his hand to force you to look up at him. The angle wasn’t uncomfortable but staring into Erwin’s eyes as Levi flattened his tongue against you made your shoulders tense and your stomach flip. “Our boyfriend?”

The fact that it was poised as a question wasn’t lost on you. But the implication rolled over you like honey. Sweet and unbearably sticky. It made so much sense. His boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Their girlfriend.

“Mhm,” you hummed, head nodding against Erwin’s shoulder, “yes.”

The singular syllable was riddled with carnal need. A need to be theirs. To be desired. To be at home. With them. God, you wanted it so badly it made your chest ache.

“Yeah?” Erwin’s eyes were so dark it was frightening, his pupils were dilated and his lips were plump and his hair was a mess.

“Please,” you whined just as Levi’s fingers filled you again. You couldn’t stop the drawn out moan he pulled from you. Levi’s fingers searched your walls until you seized up around him. His lips sucked at your clit greedily and your vision blurred. Watery and duplicated.

“Oh my god,” you hid your face in Erwin’s shoulder, unable to jerk your hips away from Levi with Erwin’s bruising grip on your thigh. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

Your hand shot out to grip Levi’s hair in a fist, the silky tresses gliding between your parted fingers as he quickened his pace. It was entirely too much. You weren’t even sure if you were still breathing.

But none of that mattered. Not when you shattered so harshly and unexpectedly around Levi’s careful fingers. Your vision went dark and your body became rigid and sounds were nothing but a distant memory lodging itself in the back of your mind.

“Holy shit,” Levi muttered against your inner thigh, smearing your slick against the already moistened skin.

“That was…” Erwin’s voice trailed off. You were completely slumped in his arms, body jolting when Levi removed his fingers. And even though you were sensitive and twitching from your orgasm, you still missed them. You still craved them inside of you.

Levi stood over you– lips, chin, and cheeks completely covered in you. The sight raised your body temperature to feverish levels. Levi’s eyes dragged over your body, leaving flames in his wake. And he leaned over you, bracing one hand on your thigh and the other on Erwin’s. You had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Your brain was moving far too slowly as the endorphins continued to pump through your body.

He tilted his head. His breath was heavy as he breathed through his nose. And he was kissing Erwin before you could blink. His tongue was mingling with Erwin’s before you could even inhale.

The sound of Erwin’s groan shot straight to your core, reigniting a spark that had barely even gone out. Watching them kiss was far hotter than you ever could have imagined. The sight alone sent tingles straight to your toes. Levi pulled away sooner than you would’ve liked.

“You tell me,” Levi’s breaths were coming at him hard and fast, “does she taste good?”

In real time you watched Erwin’s expression morph into something almost animalistic. And for the first time it hit you what exactly it was you were about to do. What exactly you were currently doing.

Erwin gripped Levi’s jaw and kissed him again. This one harder than the last. You shifted in place, the straps of your dress naturally fell off your shoulders as you did. It was a sobering moment and the last moment you would have to really absorb the new set of circumstances you found yourself in.

You slid off the edge of the bed. Your motion caught their attention and their kiss broke so that they could look at you fully. Under their intense gazes, a sort of timid naivete flushed across your heated skin. You grasped the loose straps of your dress between shy fingers, tilting your chin to rest on your shoulder as you pushed the thin material down your arm. You repeated the motion on the other side until the top half of your dress fell to sit at your waist, your lacy bra on display for them.

Fortunately for them, you didn’t really feel like taking your time with your strip tease. You reached behind your back and undid the clasp with practiced fingers, slipping it off until one of the bra straps dangled from your fingertips before dropping it to the floor.

“Ok,” you whispered, your nipples pebbling in the cold air of their home. Self-consciousness started to set in the longer they looked at you. “You can stop staring now and touch me.”

That was more than enough to kick them into gear. Your back met the mattress with an ungraceful flop as you bounced lightly. Erwin was between your legs and his hands worked your dress the rest of the way off your body. After he tossed it somewhere off to the side, his fingers skirted across the outside of your breasts. He dragged his fingertips over the contours of them before he took his thumb and rubbed each nipple. You jumped at the contact.

“You okay?” Erwin asked, bending at the waist to hover over your naked body. The way his top rippled across your skin gave you goosebumps. It was tantalizing in a way you couldn’t even describe. Your thighs twitched where they bracketed Erwin’s.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, the word dusting across Erwin’s cheeks before he tipped forward the rest of the way. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, continuing to pepper them down your neck and over your collarbone. Soon enough, he was kissing the space between your breasts. You arched into him needily when you felt his tongue dart out between his lips to lick over you. Your eyes were about to shut when they landed on Levi. His shirt was gone and he was unzipping his jeans.

Your eyes wandered down his body selfishly. You drank in every inch of muscular skin. Levi’s eyes were stuck on the way Erwin navigated your body. Erwin wrapped his lips around your nipple, indulging in the way you writhed beneath him. A gasp caught in your throat at the sensation. Saliva pooled in your mouth as he flicked over it with his tongue.

Levi kicked off his jeans before disappearing into the bathroom of their bedroom. You didn’t have much time to be curious. Not when Erwin’s attention was moving to your other breast. Not when he groaned in response to your whine. He continued kissing down your body as your hands tried desperately to undo the buttons of his top. You were getting increasingly needy. You couldn’t help it.

“Here,” Levi returned. He tossed a condom at Erwin who stopped kissing you for long enough to glance over at Levi. His hair was a mess where you kept running your hands through it and his shirt hung open loosely from the few buttons you were able to open.

Erwin sat up. His chest was blushing and his breathing was heavy as he looked between Levi, the condom, and you. You hadn’t really discussed how this would go. Everything was so emotionally charged that no one thought to mention the dynamics of this. This was your first threesome for lack of a better word. And while alone in the safety of your bed, your mind had wandered to fantasies such as this, you weren’t sure what to do next. Who to do it to?

“You’re too dressed,” you said to Erwin. He had all of his clothes on still, meanwhile you were completely bare and Levi was only in his underwear. You rose to lean on your elbows and shifted your gaze to Levi, who stood beside the bed with tension in his shoulders and a scowl on his face. But you knew he wasn’t irritated. He was frustrated, evidenced by the bulge in his briefs and the wet spot that formed at his head. You needed to take those off of him.

So you rolled over to sit in front of him. Your legs swung off the bed and you pulled Levi towards you by the elastic band of his underwear.

“Can I…?” You asked as you hooked your fingers beneath the waistband and awaited his reply. He caressed your neck with his hand, using his thumb to tilt your face up to him by pressing it beneath your chin.

“All yours,” he whispered. His voice carried a truth that was hard for you to swallow. It was too large for you to comprehend, so you left that for later to process. Instead you pushed the restrictive fabric down his thighs. Your eyes stared longingly into his, unable to look anywhere else with the way he held steadfast to your face.

You dragged your knuckles up the sides of his thighs, drawing a line over his hips and up his waist. Your fingertips carved over the outlines of his abs as you brought them back down. You felt Levi shiver at your reverent touch. You watched as his eyes grew half-lidded and his lips parted around gentle puffs of air. He really was just so pretty.

The only reason you tore your gaze from his face was to see the way your fingers traced his dick. You wrapped sure fingers around his shaft, stroking him from base to tip as you watched a bead of precum leak from him. He groaned from deep within his chest. He folded over you, his lips smearing against your cheek before messily capturing yours.

Suddenly, his movements were riddled with urgency. He pushed you down until you were lying flat on your back again. He straddled one of your thighs as your bodies tangled when your head hit a pillow. Your hands knotted in his hair as his explored your curves. He prodded and massaged at your soft skin, moaning every time your tongue made contact with his.

You quickly realized how sensitive Levi was. He was like an exposed wire. Twitching and sparking every time your hands touched any part of him. You gained enough leverage to roll him onto his back, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you sat above him. His arms dropped to his sides as you knelt between his legs.

“Hey there,” you said. Your voice held admiration for him as you dragged your nails lightly down his chest. And even with the lightest of pressure his skin blossomed with red lines before fading into a dusty pink.

“Mm- hi,” he said, managing a chuckle to cover up his grunt. He gripped your wrist as you continued your descent down his torso. You bent over, making sure to mouth over every mark you made on his abdomen. Even taking the time to kiss his hips before finally turning your attention to where he looked most desperate for it. Just as your lips grazed the head of Levi’s cock, a set of hands grabbed your hips and lifted them back.

“Oop,” you yelped, your entire body shifting as your forehead landed on Levi’s thigh.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Erwin’s voice was dizzyingly rough. You knew from the tone that he had been watching. Staring as you and Levi tousled around their sheets. “But I was feeling a bit left out.”

He was teasing, you saw it in his eyes when you turned to look at him over your shoulder. He had undressed entirely per your instruction. And genuinely it was just insane how fit a college professor was. Was he doing crunches between lectures?

“So you decide to manhandle me?”

“Oh you don’t like it?” He swatted playfully at your ass. But it was hard enough to pitch you forward, and whatever taunting retort you had prepared was replaced with a whimper. One decorated in pleasure.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I had a feeling.”

“Don’t toy with her, Erwin,” Levi complained, twisting the duvet in his fists as he looked down at the sight unfolding between his legs.

“Don’t be so impatient,” Erwin said as his fingers dipped between your legs. You were still wet from your orgasm, your slick smeared between your thighs at this point. He gathered some of it onto his fingers despite the way you squirmed. And you knew from the sound that when Erwin stopped petting you, he was coating himself with you. The imagery alone was filthy and the fact that it was happening inches away from your cunt had you clenching in anticipation around nothing.

“I gotta make sure she’s ready,” Erwin continued, his cock slipping between your folds as he rutted against you. Your eyes blinked closed from the feeling, your cheek smoothing against Levi’s thigh as you tried to keep your hips still. But it was an impossible task when Erwin began pressing into you. You knew he wasn’t small nor average. You just weren’t prepared for his girth. Erwin was thick as he pushed past your entrance and you nearly choked on your breath.

“Oh my,” you moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutched onto Levi’s thigh for stability. Because honestly? You were losing it.

Levi scooted down to cradle your face in his hands. He collected as much of your hair as he could into one fist before his other hand came down to thumb at your bottom lip.

“I know,” he consoled, taking some of the drool that seeped from the corner of your lips and rubbing it across your bottom one. “Just breathe.”

You tried to do as he requested, but you chose to distract yourself instead by stroking Levi’s cock again. It wasn’t coordinated by any means. But the way his stomach tensed and the gasp that fell from his mouth were enough to take your mind off of how Erwin was splitting you open.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Erwin grunted when he finally bottomed out. His hips were flush against you and he gave you a second to get used to him. His thumbs drew reassuring circles along the small of your back.

You rolled your hips experimentally, your eyes rolling slightly from his cock dragging languidly against your walls. His grip tightened on your hips and you assumed he was trying to control himself. For your sake. But that wasn’t necessary. Not when he filled you so thoroughly your brain began to dissolve into pleasant mush.

“Move,” you murmured into Levi’s skin, “please, Erwin, just…fuck me.”

“God,” he growled, his hips pulling away from you suddenly. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

His hips snapped back harshly and you jostled across Levi. Your nose tapped the hand that was still wrapped around Levi’s dick, involuntarily squeezing him when Erwin fucked you again. Harder.

“Ah,” you gasped, your inhale breaking before it got the opportunity to meet your lungs. Levi’s hands were still holding your face and when you peeked up at him the blush that erupted across his cheeks was enough to send flames licking down your own spine. He stared, mesmerized, at you and Erwin. Propped up on one elbow as his eyes jumped between the pair of you.

It was hard reassembling your thoughts into something coherent when Erwin was taking it upon himself to fuck you stupid. His previous restraint was completely gone. His thrusts were confident and measured. And when he found exactly what he was looking for after angling his hips just right, he abused it.

“That feel good?” There was the tiniest note of condescension in Erwin’s voice. Mostly because he knew the answer. He knew it felt good. He knew it from the way you pulsed around him and with how every one of his thrusts was met with a pathetic noise from your lips.

“Tell him,” Levi said, his hand gripping tighter in your hair to raise you slightly from the way you were plastered against him. “He likes to hear it. The bastard’s got an ego.”

Levi smirked as the words left him. The look he gave Erwin was dark and knowing and seductive. It was hot enough to make your stomach swirl with the tingles of an impending orgasm. But you didn’t want to come so soon again.

“It feels good,” you muttered, leaning forward to press your lips against Levi’s dick.

“Feels really good,” you slurred, the words ghosting themselves across Levi’s erection as you followed your hand up towards his tip. You flattened your tongue, messily swiping his head across it until you were satisfied with how much saliva pooled there.

You couldn’t guarantee that this would be the best blow job Levi had ever received considering your current state, but you weren’t sure if it even mattered. Because as soon as you wrapped your lips around Levi—as soon as your mouth enclosed around him— and you slid him to the back of your throat, he was curling into you. His hips bucked of their own volition. You gagged, but you didn’t stop. His fist pulled your hair harsher against your scalp as his other hand fell away to grasp the one you held at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Levi whined, his chin falling to his chest. You bobbed your head as best you could, following each motion with a stroke of your hand. You set a quick pace, mostly because of how desperate Levi was. His hips couldn’t stay still, and your tempo seemed to mimic Erwin’s. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking wetly against skin and moans so primal and erotic that despite how much sweat coated your skin you couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked through you.

Erwin snuck a skilled hand between your thighs. You didn’t notice at first until his fingers met your clit and an electric shock shot up your spine. The circles he rubbed against you were unrelenting. He was attempting to coax, to goad, your orgasm from you. You were so sensitive your whole body seized up.

Levi was now doing most of the work for you to get himself off. He fucked your face, albeit considerately, as you nails dug into the bedspread and your eyes rolled back. You tried breathing through your nose but it was unnatural. Your mind could only focus on how intensely you were about to come. On how delirious fear tickled at your consciousness before you succumbed to the pleasure that was seemingly being stolen from you.

Your world went black, and then staticky, and then black again. You went limp between them, allowing the relentless waves to pull you under. You only partially registered when Levi pulled you off of him. You were barely able to open your eyes in time to watch as Levi came all over your tongue.

“Shit,” Erwin hissed from behind you, his thrusts weren’t as rhythmic as before. He was getting close and you could tell, but time was lost to you. It was just a gooey, saccharine puddle of nothingness.

“Come here,” Erwin said, his voice nothing but gravel as he helped you upright. You sagged against his shoulder, your head falling back as you blinked up at him. He had a hand pressed to your collarbone as his eyes raked over your face.

“So pretty, baby,” he whispered in awe and despite how depleted you were, a morsel of desire flared up inside of you. The flames fanned brighter when he kissed you, licking Levi’s cum from your mouth. You whimpered weakly, a victim to a torment that you would willingly endure if it was offered to you every single time. It didn’t take much for Erwin to come after that. A few short, merciless thrusts and he was finishing.

Levi caught you when you collapsed forward. His strong arms gathered around your pliant body as he guided you onto the mattress. He pushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, kissing your temple and cheek as you found your bearings again. As you steadied your irregular breaths.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” you blurted raspily, turning your head to nuzzle into Levi’s neck.

“What?” He laughed, his hand stopping as he attempted to tilt your head towards him.

“My legs,” you repeated, a small, sheepish smile playing on your lips. “I can’t feel them.”

You blinked up at him slowly, satiated yet bone tired. The space beside you dipped under Erwin’s weight.

“Why don’t I run you a bath?” He suggested, his fingers massaging the thigh closest to him adoringly. “I think we’ve got some epsom salt stashed somewhere around here.”

“It’s under the sink,” Levi confirmed, sitting up slightly to look over at Erwin.

“Fine,” you said sleepily, following Levi’s gaze to catch Erwin’s. “But I can’t bathe alone. I might drown.”

Erwin dropped his head to your shoulder to hide his chuckle, but you felt it shake through him anyway. You tried to hide your cheeky smile but it was hopeless. Satisfied delirium was settling deep into your bones and there really was no use fighting how beautifully content you were.

“Lucky for you I’m certified in CPR, but just in case I’ll join you,” he replied, giving you one last peck to your lips before he slid off the bed in the direction of the bathroom.

“And what are you gonna do?” You stretched against Levi, lifting your arms to hug around his neck.

“I’m,” he paused to wiggle away from you as your fingers began to wander down his spine, “going to change these sheets.”

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