modern au eren getting into fights and mikasa and armin can't even do the whole "stop don't do this, this isn't you" bit cause that's exactly who he is 😭
The oversized loft is quiet apart from the grunts and groans that filter out through the designated walk-in wardrobe as you grip the blankets; a high-pitched whine escapes you.
Usually, you would be tucked into your nest with all your soft silks, plush duvets, and ample hoodies that smelt like your mates.
However, after Armin had initiated with you earlier that day, your heat—which wasn't due until next month—suddenly arrived in an unexpected blur of dizzying hormones.
The sheer intensity of this heat was like nothing you had ever experienced before. Your instincts alone told you to claw onto anything around you whilst you waited for your Alphas to get home.
Armin had been sitting with you, comforting you, knowing that despite all his desires, he as a Beta could not aid you through your heat. He had done his best by peppering your rapidly overheating face with kisses, but despite his best efforts, that had only aided in making your heat much more intense.
You can imagine what a relief it was when your two Alphas came home, though you don't think they were expecting the scent that hit them through the front door of your apartment.
That is how you ended up like this, flesh pressed against your two Alphas as they worked you over.
The sheer scent of you has sent the both of them—Mikasa and Eren—straight into their ruts.
"You like that? Gonna knot you so good, baby," Eren rumbles from the deepest part of his chest as he drives his hips back into you.
Mikasa is flush against your back, her face nuzzling deep into one side of your neck whilst Armin nuzzles into the other.
Mikasa lets out conspicuous growls with each thrust that pushes you back into her. "Ahhh," she hissed. "Eren, be gentle with her."
Eren groans, "Nah, she can take it. Can't you, baby? Such a good Omega for us."
Mikasa's grip tightens by just a fraction, completely and utterly intoxicated by the smell filling the room.
Armin settles into the plush blankets beside you, knowing he can't do much in this situation, but his gaze follows every violent thrust of the Alphas' hips as they slammed into you.
Because he is a Beta, he doesn't feel the violent, territorial urge to fight Eren or Mikasa to be the one making you feel good. He knows he wouldn't be able to do that anyway, so for now, he just watches contently. A blissed-out look settles in his eyes at a particularly high-pitched whimper.
His blue eyes are warm and full of affection as he watches your needs be met by the two Alphas of your shared pack.
"Yeah, you want some time with Armin, sweetheart? Look at how he's staring. He did good by pushing you into heat early, huh? Maybe you should thank him, hmm?" Eren chided, his eyes rolling back in his head as he hits a particular angle.
"Thank you, Armin," you whimper out in a stutter as Mikasa and Eren start going faster in sync.
Armin's pale face flushes red, but he smiles instead of hiding away the blush. "As long as you feel good, princess."
Eren's hand gently strokes over the marks on your thigh, the mating marks your pack had given you what almost felt like a lifetime ago now.
"So pretty, all marked up for us. You like being our mate, baby?" Eren thrusts.
"Of course she does. You do, don't you?" Mikasa chimes in, her hips snapping into you just as Eren pulled his hips away. When she pulls back, he thrusts forward again.
A surefire way your Alphas made sure that you never felt empty on your heat.
"Yes, Alpha," you stammer out, earning a sharp spank on the ass from Mikasa. "Full sentences, baby."
"Yes, I like being marked by you," you cry, the slap having taken you aback with shock. "I love being your mate!"
"Hypocrite," Eren pants, a dark, breathless chuckle tearing from his chest as he looks over you to glare at Mikasa. "Told me to be gentle, but you're the one bruising her."
Mikasa doesn't even blink, her dark eyes hooded as she positions herself again. "Shut up, Eren. You liked it."
"Holy shit," the long-haired man curses, his grip tightening on your hips. "She's right. Do it again." He grunts in admittance.
Armin gasps, Eren's eyes gloss over impossibly more. "Fuck," he curses. "She likes it, Mikasa."
Mikasa, always one to comply with Eren's innermost desires, does exactly as he asked, landing a firm second slap on your other cheek.
"I'm gonna—!"
"You close, baby?" Eren rumbles, his eyes clenching shut as he felt himself draw extremely close to his own release. You could tell Mikasa wasn't far behind the other alpha.
anyone that says Mikasa and Armin didn't also have a connection watched Midnight Sun with their eyes closed. Mikasa fought for him like a wild animal and I love her for it.
