"Nobody's perfect. The world itself is not perfect. But it's there for us, doing the best it can. That's what makes it so damn beautiful" ~Roy Mustang, FMA
in this new year I want you to be alright. I hope you move out. I hope you have enough money to feel safe. I hope you abandon shame and forgive yourself. I hope you get enough sleep and some good news. I hope you laugh a lot and the heaviness of the world eases a bit. I wish you to be alright.
content: smut (minors dni), threesome, female reader, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, praises, size kink, use of pet name, bulge kink, choking, slapping.
word count: 2,7k
summary: sharing an apartment with two hot men isn’t always easy, especially when it seems like they’re doing everything to drive you crazy — from wandering around shirtless flexing their muscles to gifting you with ambiguous smirks and flirtatious winks, three can play the game.
It started with an online post — Two students looking for a third roommate. Boy or girl, they couldn’t care less, only asking for someone nice and clean, preferably an other student, to spend some nice time together. It was, without a doubt, a well written post : No grammatical error, a touch of humor and pretty pictures of the apartment. And as much as you wanted to share your house with other girls your age, the low price and kindness of the two boys were enough to convince you.
Of course you were nervous to meet them the first time, as the date of your visit was set. What if they were two creeps trying to abuse an innocent girl ? After all, there are so many similar cases of murdered female students all around the country. But the sight you were met with as soon as the door cracked open made all of your worries vanished, turned into ashes.
A blonde man, ocean eyes and sandy hair, rosy cheeks and pretty smile adorning his lips — As beautiful as a god, brighter than the sun, celestial stars furiously crying of jealousy. He signed you to come inside, eyes locked on your surprised face as you step forward to take a look at the clean and spacious place. An immaculate place where two men live together was definitely something you weren’t expecting.
The other guy came soon after, stuttering a bunch of apologies as clear drops of water were still sliding down his chiseled face, ebony hair tied in a messy bun and emerald eyes meeting yours. In conclusion, not only the apartment was more than you could ever imagine, but the two students living in there were actually the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. Thinking about it, wasn’t it too good to be true ?
Of course things didn’t start as soon as you moved in. Just nice and relaxing evenings watching tv shows and playing video games, doing study sessions altogether and getting to know each others. They were so nice —to nice—, cooking you dinner and helping you with whatever you needed. It somehow felt like a platonic relationship, and you felt blessed to be surrounded by such caring and nice men.
Little by little, things began to get confusing, but not in a way you could depict as uncomfortable. They would show up shirtless from time to time, coming back from the gym or after a shower. Their hands would make their way to your hips, just a few seconds, when you’re cooking or picking your daily clothes. The not so innocent winks they’d give you when they caught you starring at their toned muscles would make your heart flutter, embarrassed yet unbothered.
Why would they be the only ones playing, right ? Why would they be the only ones exposing skin and talking dirty in front of you, as you refrain from doing anything, letting them having all the fun ? When you woke up this morning, showering just like any other day, you were miles away from imagining what was going to happen next. At the time you sneaked out of your bedroom, shuffling your way to the kitchen, it was around ten in the morning. Wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and your lace panties, the sight of Armin standing in the corridor, starring at your exposed body startled you, almost making you drop the glass of juice you had in your right hand.
‘Jesus, Armin,’ you mutter, a hand against your chest where your heart lays inside, ‘Weren’t you supposed to be at the gym with Eren this morning ?’ You weren’t wrong. Of course you were planning to greet them just like this, but the fact that he was a step ahead of you had heat rising to your cheeks.
‘And missing this ?’ He boldly answers, shoulders shrugging. You couldn’t even understand how he didn’t feel embarrassed, eyes glued to your bare thighs, almost never blinking as he was trying to get this sight of you engraved in his mind.
And what could you answer to this, after all ? You swallow thick, trying your best to keep going with whatever you were doing before this sudden encounter, but your first mistake was to turn around, back facing him as you put your glass on the counter. The only thing you could remember is the warm feeling of his hands on your waist, hips flush against your ass and breath fanning over the skin of your nape, body freezing at the contact. What was even more scary, is how you didn’t even hear him getting closer, getting rid of the distance between the two of you.
‘Is this a gift for me ?’ Armin whispers into your ears, innocence in his honey voice. ‘Hiding such a beautiful thing from me is a crime,’ his lips found your earlobe, leaving a few kisses here and there, just to taste the waters. But when he noticed how you were standing still, not trying to get away from his grip and almost melting under his touch, his hands slid under your shirt, tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of your stomach, up to the underside of your breast.
Body shivering and back slowly arching against his bare torso, a soft whine fell off your parted lips, encouraging him to go further until his calloused fingers could pinch your nipples, carefully toying with your sensitive buds. You could only bite your tongue, hips bucking against the kitchen counter, back of your head resting against your shoulder and missing the snarky smirk stretching the corner of his pretty lips.
‘You should have told me sooner you wanted me kitty, you know I can’t say no to you,’ and you nod pathetically, only realizing now how badly you needed it. Slow and collected, he started to grind against your ass, only adding to the pool of arousal forming in your panties and showing you how hard he was already — Just for you.
‘Please, I need you,’ Nails digging into the marbled surface, you hopelessly try to muffle your little cries, a feeling of shame taking over your mind at how easy it was for him to have you like this. The blonde man hums, still squeezing your breast with a hand as the other was making its way down your body, disappearing in your panties and collecting your fluid with two of his fingers.
‘Eren, you have to see this,’ your eyes shot wide open at his words, soon finding themselves attracted to the figure of your other roommate, hidden in the shadow. For how long was he watching ? And was Armin aware of this all along ? Preventing you from thinking too much about the issue, his fingers started to slowly circling your clit, making your eyebrows frown and your legs shaking.
‘Oh, yeah ?’ The brown haired man brushed it off, taking a few steps forward so he could stand right beside you, diving his own hand inside your panties and meeting Armin’s at the same time. The difference between the blonde’s warm skin and Eren’s cold finger had you shivering, teeth nipping at your lower lip as he was spreading your slicked folds with his fingers.
‘You thought he could get all the fun without me ? Such a cute girl,’ the kiss Eren planted on your cheek was tender, almost too sweet compared to the roughness of his fingers teasing your entrance. The high pitched moan you let out despite all your efforts to keep it inside felt like music to their ears, your hips helplessly grinding against their hands.
You couldn’t even remember how you ended up naked, few clothes of yours discarded on the floor and long forgotten as you lay on your back on the kitchen island, legs spread and head slightly hanging. It felt like a fever, clouding your mind and having your entire body numb, eyes locked on the white ceiling. You felt a pair of hands under your knees, lifting your legs so they could rest against the muscular shoulder of a blonde head, face buried in between your thighs. You felt the urge to moan, mouth opening slowly to let out the most obscene sounds, soon shut down by the tip of Eren’s cock pressing against your tongue.
Heavy and thick, vein running down his shaft and head leaking precum, fear blurred your vision as you realize you won’t even be close to have it whole in your mouth. So you raise your eyes to meet his, a few tears threatening to spill, but you comply anyway, getting your teeth out of the way and swirling your tongue all around his tip.
‘Obedient little thing, that’s what I like,’ Eren mutters, comforting smile taking over his lips as his hand carefully stroke your hair. Distracted by Armin’s ministrations on your pussy, you seemingly forget to keep going, moaning his name at the feeling of his mouth gently sucking on your clit, tongue sometimes lapping it.
Harshly brought back to reality at the feeling of the jade eyed man’s hand slapping your cheek, you let out a whimper, the burning sensation it left on your skin stinging. He didn’t have to say a word, your head carefully placing itself correctly, gagging and sobbing the more he was pushing his hips against your face. A few tears fell down your cheeks and you close your eyes shut, shaky hand massaging the base of his cock and anything you couldn’t take in your throat. But the praises and the soft touch of his fingers on your hair, brushing your scalp and soothing you were worth it all, without a doubt.
You couldn’t help but choke when Armin’s fingers curled against this sensitive spot inside you, mouth devouring and savoring you like you were the tastiest meal he’s had in years. Pathetic whimpers and moans filled the room, muffled by Eren’s cock as he was now relentlessly fucking your mouth, not even caring about the lack of air you were going through. The sweet boy was long gone, now chasing for his own release, cursing under his breath and pulling on your hair, using you just the way he wanted.
You could feel your body heating up, legs shaking and back arching sporadically, hints of your soon-to-follow orgasm… Just to be met with an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness. ‘Nah-‘ was the only miserable syllable able to break free from your throat, mixture of frustration and incomprehension as you try your best to have a look of what was going on. But before you could add anything else, gasping for air and half lided eyes, the rough slap of hips slamming against yours had you screaming, fingers grabbing the corners of the counter for leverage. And you could hear Armin groan, trying to fit his whole length into you, moving your legs to find the right angle.
‘Holy shit, all this prep was still not enough for you ?’ He curses, thumb circling your clit, eyes wide open at the sensation of your velvet walls hugging his cock painfully hard. A muffled choke left your bruised lips, throat now dry and empty, burning and aching. You don’t even know why Eren decided to pull away — maybe because he was scared you’d bite him without being aware of it, or for whatever reason —, but being able to breathe all over again was a blessing.
‘Wait… Wait a minute,’ you weakly sob, slowly but surely accustoming to his size, slight pain soon replaced by the burning sensation of sinful pleasure. You couldn’t express how thankful you were to the fact he waited for you to start moving to have his way with you, hips slamming against yours repeatedly, cock dragging against your walls and hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. His grip on your hips was rough, harsh and bruising, but you wouldn’t complain, too far away to even realize.
You could hear them talk, yet you weren’t in the right headspace to understand the topic of their conversation. You could only catch a glimpse of words, your name, and praises that made your walls flutter. Armin’s thrusts had your breast bouncing and back arching, Eren’s hand holding yours while jerking himself off with the other, right above your face contorted in pleasure. He was unpredictable — The way he’d be so gentle and caring for a minute, then switching to a beast not listening to anyone had you on your knees.
‘Good girl, such a good kitty,’ the brown haired man purrs, intently watching your very own teardrops staining your cheeks, body shaking and eyes squeezed shut. The praises he was showering you with mixed with the intense amount of pleasure rushing through your veins had the coil in your stomach snap, his cock kissing your cervix in a blissful pain, pushing you over the edge. You were a moaning mess, wrecked by the orgasm washing over your body, fingers firmly tightening their grip around Eren’s. An other deep thrust was all it take for Armin to follow, thick and hot spurts of cum painting your walls white and warming up your inside as he curses one more time, falling on his elbows against the counter.
But being totally fucked out wasn’t an excuse to not be a good girl anymore, and you knew it, probably more than anyone. Lazily, you open your mouth once again, tongue sticking out and eyes glossy, allowing the other man to finish himself into your pretty mouth.
‘That’s a fucking good girl,’ Eren praises, stroking himself a couple of times more before emptying himself on your tongue and lower part of your face. You barely had time to close your eyes, brain malfunctioning and every move of your body slowed down, but you gladly accepted what was given to you, swallowing his fluid and collecting the lost drops on your chin with the tip of your tongue.
Leaning forward, his lips met yours, sloppy kiss and wet tongues dancing with each other, Armin's soft mouth tickling your thigh and slowly making its way to your ankle. In this exact moment, you realized they've already won the game, without letting you any opportunity to play.
growing up in a religiously conservative household with parents that rebuked the concept of sex meant that one thing was routine; a yearly check up to ensure that you weren't going against their wishes.
this year things were different. you were sent off on your own to a new clinic. although you turned eighteen months ago and could easily say no, you felt the compelling need to obey your parents. after all, you still lived under their roof.
the fact that you were growing older and independent made them more desperate to keep you as 'pure' as possible. they were eager to banish the filth of sex and sin that could potentially manifest within you.
a part of you hated it but the other part of you understood because you were their only daughter. their obsession went as far as homeschooling you during your high school years.
unlike all past visits, this time you were greeted by a male doctor—a rather handsome and young one at that. his emerald eyes glistened a certain darkness but his gleaming smile eluded nothing but brightness. you could feel the sweat eagerly itch in your palms when the man first entered the room.
you impatiently pat your damp hands gently onto the patient gown you had changed into minutes ago.
"no need to be so nervous, i don't bite," he lightheartedly chuckles while settling down onto the rolling chair. his smooth words were quick to snap you from your frantic state as he rolls closer to you on his chair. "our female doctor is out on emergency, i hope you don't mind."
you didn't mind but him being an arm length away sent your heart pulsating in your chest. you could smell the faint, musky aroma of his cologne dangling in the air around him. the small whispers of his earthy shampoo filled your nostrils. even the drabbles of his scent rushes a heat of nervousness through your body.
you hadn't been like this with past doctors. was it because he was young? or attractive? or a man? the only men you grew up around was your father and older brother so interactions with other males were quite limited and overwhelming.
you can’t control the nervousness that roots in your stomach—the tension filling your abdomen with a foreign feeling.
your eyes can't help but stay glued to the floor as you play with the hem of your gown. the room blankets in a still silence. you can feel your heart rapidly beating in your ears and pounding against your ribs as you anticipate his next words.
"i see that you're here for a virginity test," he murmurs while writing on the clipboard that he grips in his hand. you trace your eyes from the floor to his eyes and you're taken aback by how intensely he is staring at you. you slightly turn your head away from him and nod in confirmation.
"i'm gonna need you to use your words."
the tone in his sentence was extremely variant from the kind voice he was speaking in seconds ago. his words were now coated in a husky, dark tone that brought a chill to your spine. it was the same looming darkness that made your heart race when you first saw him. it was enticing and enchanting. an unfamiliar sensation swells in your core as you slightly squirm on the chair.
"yes, my parents are a bit...hysteric," you whisper in an attempt to explain your situation to him. you were afraid he would judge you for being a virgin when kids your age were out indulging in sex.
"there's no need to explain yourself to me," he reassures in a smile as he settles the clipboard on the side of the table and rests a hand on your bare thigh. your breath is caught in your lungs by his sudden touch. the touch was filled with anything but innocence. but how could you be aware of his dark intentions? "i'll take good care of you, hm?"
you softly nibble on your bottom before nodding your head. his blazing touch is soon gone as the rushing of water echos through the room. you intently watch as he washes his hands and snaps on a fresh pair of latex gloves. the thumping of your heart increases by each step he takes closer to you.
maybe the leering darkness in his eyes and tone was a mistake on your behalf. he was nice enough to tell you that he'd take good care of you.
"lay back on the chair for me," he requests as he rolls closer on the chair. your heart feels like exploding out of your chest as you cave into his request. you're once again meet with the ceiling of the examination room that you were accustomed to for the past two years.
your eyes tightly screw shut as he props your legs up on the leg rests. your feel yourself flinch at the sensation of cool air coating your cunt as your gown rises. a heat burns in your face as you become aware that you were on display to him. you had done this before but something about this time just feels so different.
eren himself couldn't hold himself back when granted the sight of your wetness. something about an innocent virgin opening her legs to him had his mind running in circles. the persistent urge to corrupt you and drag you into his darkness rushes through his veins. the need to tease you and use you until you begged crying for mercy was slowly overpowering him.
"i see something has excited you," he leers as a single gloved digit runs up your folds—familiarizing himself with your cunt. he nearly chuckled at how erect your clit had gotten in that short time amount of time. the atmosphere of the room goes heavy—this was anything but a normal examination.
a small whimper falls from your lips at the cool feeling of his latex gloves. "i doubt you're a virgin seeing how wet you are."
it felt different, it didn't feel like a conversation that should be taking place between a doctor and his patient. but the thing is, you never saw him as a doctor to begin with—you saw him as an attractive male. and he for sure didn't see you as a patient but more as a little hole to experiment with.
"i'm gonna make you a little more wet so i can slide my fingers in to check, okay?" he hums spreading your folds and enjoying the glistening secretions that coated it. he planned to tease you and arouse you to the point you couldn't help but beg for him to touch you more.
the lustful whimpers that fall from your lips made his pants grow tighter. he couldn't wait to stretch out your tight, little cunt. to watch the impure blood drip as he took every last bit of innocence you possessed.
your hips twitch at a foreign yet pleasurable sensation as he leads up your folds—fondling with the small and sensitive flesh. it was a sensation that made you feel like your lungs would give out. the strange feeling made something tighten in your abdomen as your body naturally stiffened. it hadn't gone like this with other doctors.
eren enjoyed it, watching you confuse over what he was doing to your body. your innocence and neediness only compelling him more. he took pleasure in you trembling under his light touch. he knew by stimulating your clit that he'd make your hornier and in need for more of him.
"f..feels weird," you finally manage to stutter out. your mind feels more distant than usual as you are unable to focus on anything except this new pleasure. a pleasure that you didn't want to let go of—that you wanted to experience over and over again.
"that's normal, i'm just prepping you a bit," he hushes in a voice dripping in lust. his eyes had grown darker and pupils far more dilated than earlier. strands of hair splayed on his face as your pants intensified.
there was just something so concupiscent about having him between your legs. every inch of your body desired and cried for him. you wanted more. it was becoming harder by the second to suppress the embarrassing whines that fell from your lips.
a hidden, dark smirk paints his face the more wetter you grow from his touch. his fingers were gone from your source of pleasure and were now rimming around your entrance. you shiver a bit at the coldness of the glove.
this was the part of the exam you were familiar with. the part where two fingers want up your vagina to observe if any vaginal penetration had taken place. something felt different when he first entered, his fingers were more exploring than observing.
a shameless moan echos through the room when he presses against something inside you that created an equally pleasurable sensation as earlier. "you're not the good girl i thought you were, are you?"
whatever words came from his mouth didn't make it past your ears. your hips jolt forward wanting his fingers to press against that same spot again. formulation of words is a lost possibility as you attempt to defend yourself.
"i a...am! i am a good girl," you finally moan out in defense of yourself. you truly were. you had no idea why your body was reacting like this now when it hadn't during past exams. "it's you who's making me feel weird."
a simple, sneerful scuff is his response as your hips involuntarily move against his fingers. your trembling under his touch comes to halt when his fingers slide out of your cunt. your mind feels dazed at what just happened. you didn't know what it was but you needed more. the boiling sensation arising in your stomach building up to something simply vanished.
so blindly driven by pleasure, you find yourself stopping the man in his tracks by gripping onto his coat sleeve. you slightly sit up with eyes dawning thick tears. the look of ruin on your face automatically rushing blood to his nether regions. eren's face looked the opposite of you; cool, calm, collected but little did you know that the facade was falling apart.
"m...more, please," you practically beg as your face grows hotter than before. the innocent pleading promptly causes eren to smirk.
"i'm not sure what you’re talking about."
the frustration of his teasing makes you nibble at your bottom lip. he knew what you wanted and he wanted you to say it—to beg for it. but you, yourself were far to embarrassed to allow the words to dare slip past your quivering lips. you pull his hand closer by the grip on his sleeve and grasp onto his wrist before guiding him to your soaking cunt.
"more of this," you whimper as you faintly move his hands over your arousal—the touch barely causing you an pleasure. the action to him was far more convincing than words could ever be. he was further satisfied than ever having you under his clutch from just a little teasing.
his white coat falls to the floor as he inches closer to you. the dark tone and alluding smirk were back into play as he snaps his latex gloves off. his callous finger drags up your core as he places a teasing tap on your clit. "i'm gonna fuck you and turn you into my pretty, little whore."
you feel your cunt twitch at the words dripping in lust. a gasp falls from your lips as his fingers stuff your cunt again, this time much harsher than earlier. "you're telling me you weren't begging me to fuck you when you were sitting here all wet and whiny, hm?"
"n...no, want you to fuck me," you whisper as his middle and ring finger drive into your sweet spot. the word fuck felt so foreign to your tongue—so vile and dirty. filthy enough for you to forget the entire reason you came in the first place.
you can feel the familiar build up of tension accelerating in your abdomen.
"i..i want it," you moan, mind blurred by the pleasure of his fingers plunging into your walls. your nails dig into the leather of the seat as you feel a wet sensation licking at you. your breath catches in your lungs as you look down to see the sight of his face buried between your thighs and mercilessly licking at your cunt.
"n...no, it's dirty," you stammer as your fingers tangle in his hair. your failed attempt barely hinders his lapping at your clit.
"if only you know how sweet you taste," he moans into your cunt. the vibrations of his words only amplifying the pleasure. your body tenses as a heat surges through your skin. your mind goes blank and moans grow loud as a warm liquid rushes down your thighs.
tears brink in your eyes at the relentless pounding of his fingers into you even after climaxing. the overstimulation enough to leave your legs trembling.
"fuck," he grunts at your ruined sight. he couldn't hold himself back anymore. the tightening in his pants was unbearable at this point. he was more than eager to stretch out your tiny cunt and leave you a whining mess.
"what do you want?" he whispers as he begins to bring your legs down from the rests. your mind was still foggy from your first orgasm. all you knew was that you wanted to feel more of that burning pleasure.
"i want you to make me feel good here," you pant as you run your fingers up your wetness. the reply flourishes a smile of pride on his face—like he had successfully accomplished something.
"c'mere, i'll make you feel good."
with weak knees and a slipping gown you fall into his lap—straddling him. your arms wrap around his neck as you eagerly rut yourself against him. a smirk paints his face as he watches you innocently rub against his bulge looking for some sort of satisfaction.
"you learn fast, don't you? already a fucking whore," he chuckles while gripping your cheeks. your face heats in embarrassment at the degrading words. his grip on your hips brings your movements to a complete halt. his hands hook under your thighs as he places you on the examination chair.
"i can't hold myself back any more."
his hands lead down to quickly undo the string to his scrubs. your eyes slightly widening at his size. was it supposed to go in you?
"it's not gonna fit," you murmur in concern while chewing on your bottom lip. his hand rests under your chin as your eyes meet his.
“i’ll make it fit.”
the same cunning tone of darkness persistent in his words.
a sharp breath fills your lungs as a burning sensation consumes your lower half. your whimpers of pain are silenced by his lips as his tongue slides into your mouth. his hand drags down to your clit and draw circles in an attempt to relieve you.
“shhhh, you’re doing such a good job,” he whispers against your lips as you feel him pressing against your sweet spot. fake words of comfort for him to just use you to suit his needs. a darkness glistens in his eyes as he takes in the sight of your tight cunt clenching around him dripping in blood.
the gentleness of his thrusts are soon gone and are replaced with something much harder and rougher. the hands that once caressed your cheeks earlier telling you that you were doing good were now wrapped around your throat.
“i told you to shut up, didn’t i? at this point everyones going to hear what a whore you are.”
his harsh words only turn you on more as the sweat of his skin sticks against yours. the feeling of pleasure rained over you as you came around him from overstimulation—your body daring to give out at any second.
your mind feels murky as all you can manage to do is rut your hips against his chasing another high. your body falls limb against the cool leather as the warmth of his seed fills you.
he was proud of the ruined mess he left you in. your cunt dripping the mixture of his cum and your blood. your body coated in sweat. your cheeks stained in tears and your lips puffy from all his bites.
he had completely demolished the image of innocence that bloomed from you when you first walked in. he had marked you with his darkness. he knew you were bound to come back for more. after all—they all do.
