#eremin x reader

[pvandboxmanswife]

eremin x reader where eren’s pounding into armin while armin fucks your pussy/hole at the same time and armin is just stupid at this point bc of erens cock and your pussy/ass

[erenjaegerwifee]

Hey everyoneeeee I’m back in action!

Planing on finishing my series and I have 2 fics to release

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[stopthatnel]

the throne

eremin x reader smut MDNI!

s: one of your boyfriends just bought a new chair, now both of them are acting weird about it.

a/n: hello?! testing testing is anyone there? two uploads less than 24hrs apart? say thank you and good bye to my ovaries. this was also supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away hehe

cw: voyeurism, choking, overstimulation, polyship, use of ‘princess’ (like once tho), hair pulling. wc: 1.14k

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armin and eren are absolutely in love with you but armin is a goddamn freak. when armin went out and purchased a love seat that was in quite resemblance to that of a throne, you rolled your eyes at the waste of money. you’d grown a little irate when you’d come home one night and see armin and eren trying to carry it into your bedroom, but said nothing of it. armin’s always had these slight fixations in certain things around the house, thinking that this was one of them. it wasn’t until your ass was in the air and your face buried into the sheets did you realize that armin got it for a reason.

he sat on it with his legs spread widely, cock in hand and eyes fixated on the two of you. while you thought eren would be calling the shots most of the time, it was truly armin pulling the strings in the dark. his hand jerks to the thwap thwap of your skins colliding, tightening his grip each time eren would moan, or coo.

he could barely hear your moans, your whines, whimpers. all because your face was buried in those damn sheets. “(y/n),” he’d call for you, a slight tremor in his voice. “let me see you, baby.” you’d pull your arms out from under you, using them to hold you up as you lock eyes with him.

your vision is blurry, but armin’s who wanted to see you in the first place. your watery eyes, smudged mascara, lips red and plump from being kissed and bitten raw. the corner of his lips curl up as he watched your face contort in pleasure, eren holding on to your hips tightly for stability. “rub her clit, eren.” armin recommends.

eren knows it’s not really a recommendation, it’s a command. but he does, hunching his back and wrapping his arm around you. he’s pressing down against your clit, his hips pushing you against his fingers in complete sync with his cock drilling into your sweet spot. you’re choking out a moan, dropping your head down into the sheets once again.

armin frowns, narrowing his eyes at you. but his sickly sweet tone never changes, “i said to let me see you, princess.”

“i- oh fuck- i can’t…” your words are muffled and broken with moans. you can feel yourself unraveling around eren’s cock, squeezing him tightly as you came near. eren grunts at the pleasure, trying his hardest to make sure the both of you would get there first. he shifts his focus from your ass bouncing against his hips, looking up at armin with pleading eyes. armin smiles warmly at him, taking his other hand and squeezing his balls gently. rolling his hips into his palm, biting his lips. he takes that same hand and trails it across his abs, up to his chest. his fingers twist at his own pale pretty pink nipples, furrowing his brows, and not missing a beat.

eren is having a hard time controlling himself, with you clenching around his cock so tightly and armin teasing him from his throne, he whines. “mhm, fuck, yes!”

“that pussy feels amazing, huh eren?” armin asks him, a smirk on his face.

“it’s so fucking- ah- good…”

“yeah, i know it is,” armin takes a deep breath, centering himself before seeing you haven’t lifted your face back up. your hair is pooled around shoulders and splayed across your back. “it feels so good when she comes all over our dicks, right?” he asks, almost rhetorically.

eren still answers, grunting a yes as he drops his focus back into the arch of your back. “but i think it’s about ten times better when you see her face as she comes, huh?” armin continues. you whimper hearing them converse as if you weren’t there. eren nods his head, suddenly getting the hint. he slows down his pace, takes his hand off your hip and runs his fingers through the hair on the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair and yanking you up, a shocked yelp escaping your lips. he’d pulled you up just enough for armin to see you, all of you.

from his seat he could see the way your breasts bounced with each of eren’s thrusts. he could see eren’s fingers now circling around your clit, and best of all: your pretty face. eren eases his grip on your scalp opting to snake his arm between your breasts and hold onto your neck instead, resuming back at his unrelenting pace.

armin smiles widely, pupils blown with lust as he watches eren’s face sink into the crook of your neck, selfishly leaving bites and kisses in his wake. whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you struggle to keep your eyes open. when they do, they fall on armin, who’s hand no longer followed the rhythm of the two of you, but now going faster. he’s sunken into that damn chair, arched back, drool piling into the corners of his mouth. he’s panting watching the two of you, eyebrows knitted, like a bitch in heat.

“like this armin?” you manage, pouty lips and big eyes eagerly searching for praise. “ahh, fuck yes. just like that. let me see you both. you’re both just so fucking pretty!” armin’s rambling. eren’s hand tightens around your neck, still kissing on any skin that wasn’t covered.

“how about you both come for me, huh? i’m losing my fucking mind right now, both of you.” eren’s muttering. it didn’t take long for either of you to do as you were asked. as you throw your head back into eren, a high pitched moan throwing itself out from behind your lips, armin is doing the same.

he’s throwing his head back just enough to keep watching you both, fucking up into his hand as spurts of his seed dribble down his cock. his whines are choked and broken as he overstimulates himself, not stopping until he’s seen the cream in between your legs, a mixture of both yours and eren’s cum. armin stood up shakily, still slowly tugging at his semi erect cock.

he kneels on the bed in front of you both, putting your jaw in the palm of his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek. he places a gentle kiss on your lips, then eren’s. their kiss turned into much more, eren’s grip on your neck releasing and dropping to your waist. you place your lips onto armin’s collarbone, feathering soft kisses across. the sound of their kissing was sloppy, a brief pause when you wrap your fingers around armin’s hand (still covered in his cum). you begin to direct his hand up and down, both you and eren savoring the whines that came from him.

“armin? how about i try the chair next?”

[whoneedssubtitles]

SAVAGERY

or the attack on titan cast filming season four, episode fourteen.

ft. actor!armin, eren, mikasa, jean, hange, and erwin

author’s note: new series, honeys. writing it completely out of order with a mix of on and off set scenes. send me your ideas. ♡

perhaps it was always meant to be this way, armin thought.

he and eren were never truly compatible. they were simply both outcasts, both unwanted by the other children on their street. so its was never that the distance between them was so close, but that the two of them were so far from everyone else that they were the only one the other could see.

even now, it felt natural that they would grow apart. that life and aging would only lead to clarity on who they are, who they thought the other was, and just how different those two people were. how different those two people must be.

so it was always going to happen this way—the two of them sitting at opposite ends of the white round table. armin in his uniform, eren not. armin beside mikasa, eren not.

he blinked hard to hide his tears, willing them to save themselves for someone worth shedding over. someone who didn’t abandon him for years without notice. someone who didn’t throw words sharper than daggers at the people who loved him. someone who wasn’t evil.

someone, anyone, who wasn’t eren.

face hot with anger, fireworks of nerves bursting in his chest, armin mustered all the strength he could to sound offended, but unhurt.

“how could you say that to her?”

he pushed himself up from his seat and lunged across the table.

armin has never been good at fighting. he left that to mikasa and the arguing to eren. even after months of training, his body felt weak and out of his control. eren could easily beat him in a match. hell, anyone could. but he couldn’t allow himself to stand by and watch. not this time, not anymore.

so here he was, willing his flailing arms to do something, anything, for once.

his body was jerked back before crashing against the table, his wrists pulled tight behind him in a hold he never learned in the cadet corps. the soft table cloth crumpled beneath his cheek. with one eye pressed into the fabric, armin steadied his clouded gaze on the culprit: mikasa.

eren rose from his seat across the table, his hand leaving bright red stains in its wake. his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, as he observed the scene before him, picking it apart like a scientific paper hange showed armin once.

a smirk pulled at eren’s lips, then he pressed them into a tight line, his hands drawing into fists by his sides. he’s never really been good at lying.

“you guys have to be kidding me. you’re not actually gonna make me do this, right?”

“cut!”

erwin groaned from his director’s chair, hiding his face in his hand, but peeking between his fingers at the scene before him. his eyes flickered to the clock on a nearby wall. they’d been at this for hours now, with eren motivating the majority of the retakes.

armin gently tapped his forehead against the table cloth. his face was hidden, but he couldn’t disguise the soft laugh that shook his body.

“reset the scene. again, please.” erwin glanced at his co-director, hange.

“how many times are you gonna make us do this, eren?” mikasa rolled her eyes, freeing armin’s wrists from her grasp. she rubbed her temples with her forefingers as she took a couple steps back from the table. working with eren was a headache — literally and figuratively.

“as many times as we need to get it right!” hange patted erwin’s knee twice before pushing off their seat to join the actors on the set. “we’ll do this all night if we have to.”

eren leaned over the table, leveling with his blonde co-star. “but how could i ever hurt armin?” with a pout, he lifted his gaze to meet hange’s, “i’d like to see you try to punch him, since you think it’s so easy.”

armin lifted his head from the table, propping himself on his forearms before setting back in his seat. “i would appreciate it if you didn’t.”

“you know, eren,” jean strolled onto the set from behind armin. he adjusted the collar of blond’s jostled uniform jacket before looking at eren. “it’s almost like we’re acting or something. like it’s not real, dumbass.”

jean was lucky (and clearly bored). his scenes didn’t start filming until tomorrow so he had an extra day to lounge around the crew, interjecting with not-so constructive criticism when he saw fit. also fixing armin’s costuming. he seemed to busy himself with that more lately.

“i actually find it comforting that he doesn’t want to punch me,” armin said, gaze cutting from jean’s hand on his shoulder to hange.

“do we need to get you stage fighting classes after however-many years we’ve been filming this? really?” hange looked at eren in disbelief.

eren brought his hands up to his hair, running them through the perfectly styled strands before remembering the fake blood. “oh, fuck.” he grimaced. “sorry…”

“everybody, take five,” hange cocked their head as they looked at the blood stains in eren’s hair. “or fifteen.”

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[mochees]

— 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ;; 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 + 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ.

content ❀ nsfw, MDNI. eremin x fem reader, college au, established relationship, threesome, heavy makeouts, petnames, dumbification, they call you a whore like three times, spit kink, armin is mean but in like a hot way, restraints, voyeurism kind of??, dom/sub kind of if you squint, fingering, eren is grabby hands, eren x armin, teasing, finger sucking, cunnilingus, cum eating, a lil' bit of overstim

w/c ❀ 4.4k

a/n ❀ i had a whore moment thinking about eren and armin fucking me while wearing matching rings while i was doing the dishes and wanted to share <3

your current situation was incredibly favourable. hundreds of people would jump at the chance to be in your position. but then, if it were anyone else, they wouldn't be enjoying it this much. eren, clad in a dark button up, and slacks, armin next to him matching in appearance, opting for a baby blue coloured shirt instead.

despite the few inches of height between him and eren, armin was still able to make you feel so much smaller than him, exactly the same way that eren did. and this situation, was no exception.

your hand was frozen outstretched in the middle of the cold night, keys between your fingers standing on the porch of your shared home. the brisk winter wind nipping at your skin and the light snowfall leaving its bounty on your lashes. eren and armin stood in the doorway, hands in their pockets looking ever so natural, like they expected this. and truth be told, they probably did.

you drop your hand slowly and let out a shaky breath that disappears in a cloud, an emotion that you can't identify building inside you. eren grabs you by the collar of your coat and gently, but rather unceremoniously pulls you over the threshold.

"'been waiting for you." he mutters, still holding your coat.

the sound of the door locking echoes behind you, when did it shut? you don't remember hearing the door close. maybe its the anticipation, you think.

you glance behind you to see armin leaning against the door swirling something around his fingers.

"my, my," were those your keys? when the hell did he get them away from you?

"you've really done it this time, y/n. did you think we wouldn't notice?" his voice was serene, but his eyes shone with an amatory desire.

you hadn't been taking care of yourself lately, running yourself ragged, never stopping between class assignments and going into work. you weren't letting your body reset and relax, and the consequences were starting to seep into your relationship. armin and eren had decided you needed a break, and they forbid you from any school, house, or job work over the next few days of the long weekend. you took vacation from the café that your manager was more than happy to allow, and they kept a tight watch on your school materials, they promised that they would help you catch up if you needed anyway.

eren pulled you closer to him, lifting you by your coat collar just enough so you were on your toes, displaying a mischievous smirk. "'s too cold without you in bed, y'know."

you had snuck out while they were asleep, the two papers you had due in the next few weeks and exams just around the corner had you freaked. so, you made your way to the late night café you worked at and decided just to get at least an outline finished before you headed home. that outline had taken the last 4 hours of service, and 3 white mochas. you'd hoped that the effects would wear off by the time you got home, it was another thing you weren't allowed this weekend. but like most stupid mistakes you've made in life, it lingered.

"i figured," eren released his clutch on you, "that if i had told you myself, you wouldn't be as inclined to listen. it never crossed my mind that you would disobey armin, though." his smirk was impish now, like he was waiting for you to be in this situation, like he was counting down the seconds until you fucked up.

"and that just won't do, my love." a voice from behind you sounded, thick with ravish. armin was suddenly pulling your head back onto his shoulder, exposing your neck and running his fingers up and down the expanse of your freezing flesh.

eren worked on removing your coat and winter necessities when you noticed them. it was 2:30am and not only had they dressed up for the occasion, but their fingers were adorned in an all too familiar site; the matching silver rings you had bought them a little while back. it had all three of your guys' first initials on the inside of the band, and they wore them every day, but they had never worn them for this kind of occasion.

"we're only doing this because we care about you, y/n." armin was breathing his words into the crook of your neck before pressing little kisses into the dip there. "breaks our hearts to see you like this, we just want whats best for you, seashell." he knows what that name does to you, he knows how hot and bothered you can get, and you feel his mouth turn upwards against your skin when you start desperately pressing your thighs together.

by now your bag and winter clothes were off in a pile, and eren was closing the distance between the two of you. when he reached you, he brought his thumb to your lips and swiped over the dry surface, staring directly down at you, something easy for him to do compared to your size. "whaddya say baby, hm? you gonna be good for us? gonna listen this time?"

your voice was shaky when you answered, something you knew eren was about to take advantage of. "y-yeah, promise i'll- i'll be good for you."

"why do you sound so nervous, baby?" asshole.

"oh, give her a little break, 'ren. she was too caught up in her own head to remember we're smarter than she is. can't expect her to have thought about what'd happen when she was caught."

the two boys had caged you between them now. they were built like tanks, and their was no way for you to escape them if they didn't want you to.

"think you don't give her enough credit, babe." eren had that familiar animalistic look in his eyes he always got on nights like these, "think she knew what she was doing, she wanted to get caught, knew that we'd wreck her."

he's whispering the last bit just above your ear, where armin had settled behind you, now shoving his tongue down the blondes throat. you can hear their over exaggerated moans as they sloppily suck and roll over each others tongues. you reach your hand down to give yourself some sort of relief but eren stops you abruptly, clamping down on your wrist without breaking from armin and you let out a whine.

armin's snaking his free arm around your waist, snagging his fingers into the waistband of your pants and giving a soft couple of taps to your abdomen, telling you to be patient.

when they finally pull away from each other, armins grinning at you, the mess of saliva coating his chin, and you want nothing more than to have your turn.

"you wan' a taste, seashell?" you nod as much as the hand holding your head back will allow. "open up then." he hisses, spitting into your mouth and then latching on to yours. he was basically tongue-fucking you, and you were loving every second of it, tasting both him and eren.

armins ability to go from benevolent to ravenous faster than a bullet had you soaked. while eren relied on force and intimidation to bend you, armin used degradation and manipulation. they complimented each other so well, that just watching them fuck each other was sometimes enough to get you to the edge.

when armin had had his fill, he pulled away, sucking your bottom lip into his a last time before handing you off to eren, who had been palming himself through his slacks against the wall.

"fuck, baby girl. almost want to take you right here." he groans, stroking your cheek. "but, we have different plans for girls that can't listen to directions." he's got your hands grasped in his before he's manhandling your body, swapping your positions and pinning you against the wall, a knee between your thighs and hands above your head.

"gotta get your colour first though, sweet girl. you look like y'might pass out." he chuckles, loosening his grip and pressing a soft kiss to your temple running his thumb along your wrists, giving you room to think and back out if you need. you take advantage of the moment and take a few extra seconds to savour the gentleness of his actions.

"green." whispering under your breath.

"there's a good girl." eren gives you a last tender kiss to the lips, his arm jumping out to catch whatever armin just threw towards him, pocketing it before you could discern it and pulling you off the wall into his arms. the latter is behind you now holding something in his hands that you also can't make out. armin doesn't give you a chance to ask anyway before something familiar is wrapped around your neck and you realize what he was holding.

a black collar that had a pair of metal wings hanging off of it serving as a loop to thread through. your eyes go wide in erens hold as you start to piece it together.

"oh," he muses with a sly smile, "pretty girl figured it out now?" he looked so beautiful in this moment, hair that was pulled back so neatly now a few strands straying from the elastic. he's so pretty you momentarily forget about what eren must have pocketed.

"guess she's not as dumb as she looks." armin sneers, and you start thinking about the thick fabric that now sat in erens pocket, most likely the matching leather cuffs they wrap your ankles in when you get too squirmy for their liking.

"alright pretty girl, lets get you out of those clothes. strip." eren lets you go, taking a step back and wrapping his arms around his other lover from behind, leaning down onto his shoulder, both of them gawking at you like teenage boys.

you hesitate before armin speaks, "come on, seashell, give us a show."

and you do, granted it's probably not that entertaining, its hasty, done in less than 10 seconds.

"all of it, baby." theyre sharing the same look, you're practically dripping now.

when you get out of everything left, you unconsciously wrap your arms around yourself, a reaction to the chilled air, someone must have turned the air conditioning on.

"fuck, look, 'min. she's so fuckin' wet for us." eren groans, haphazardly pointing between your legs, where your arousal had coated the top of your inner thigh.

armin laughs "guess i should have given her a little more credit." he gestures for you to come closer with his finger, and you oblige. coming within range he loops a finger in the ring of your collar and pulls you closer, the two men leaning over you. "let's go seashell, we're gonna have so much fun with you."

armin is gently pulling you through the halls to your bedroom, eren following closely behind breathing down your neck. you step in to the room, this is definitely the one that had been blasting the air conditioning, its cold. eren's hot hands temporarily soothe your lower back as he pushes you in and towards the bed, you sit down, legs just a few inches to short to reach the floor and watch the two men. armins kissing eren now, right in the doorway, but its softer, its sweet and sensual. erens hands enveloping the collar of armins shirt, and armins hands on each side of his face. it's the kind of kiss you might see in a movie and long to taste.

its meant specifically to tease you. show you what you could have had if you had just listened. its mean, is what it is, you decide letting out a whine. eren pulls back from armin, their lips swollen, and offers a quick peck before stalking over to you, naked sitting on the bed, pressing your thighs together for some friction, not daring to touch yourself without permission.

eren pushes your knees apart with his and settles himself in between your legs, thumbs caressing your cheeks. the bed sinks behind you, armin claiming his front row seat.

"s'wrong pretty girl? missing out?" he cooed.

there's a shift beneath you and you can feel armins breath on your ear, "he looks pretty hot in that shirt, huh? maybe you should help him out of it?" you don't pick up on the deviltry in his tone.

nodding weakly, you reach your hands up for the buttons of his shirt, hesitating for a moment, "aw, go on baby. you don't want to be the only one with nothing on, do you?" he nips mockingly.

so you start undoing his buttons, one at a time, the top one at his collar, the one below that, and the one below that, and the one below that. you're not even half way down when your hands start trembling, fumbling with the buttons, and erens grinning down at you like the sadistic asshole he is, clearly getting off on watching your nerves take over.

"s'matter, pretty girl? still nervous?" god, he really is an asshole.

the bed shifts again and armins next to eren now, pulling him out from between your legs. whimpering at the lost opportunity, armin shoots you the dirtiest look.

"behave yourself."

you bite your tongue and move your thighs just a little farther apart, hoping maybe he means that they'll fuck you senseless if you can control yourself.

they're hungrily staring at each other now, armin tugs the taller man down and lays his tongue against his lips, sloppily wetting them. eren grabs a fistful of blonde hair and tugs his head back, locking their mouths together in a lewd fashion. you can hear the sucking, see the biting and the spit exchanged between them. armins fingers now making quick work of the others buttons, succeeding where you had failed, never faltering. he pushes the dark fabric off of the brunettes shoulders letting it fall to the floor, finally pushing back for a few breaths.

erens topless figure and low waistband highlighting his v-line taunts you, and it takes all of your strength to control yourself. eren picks up on this, grabbing armin by the collar again, kissing him and forcing him towards the bed roughly pushing him down, and leaving slobbery open mouthed kisses on his neck as he works on armins buttons with the same speed and ferocity.

as soon as the last button is unfastened, eren bolts down to his abs sucking and licking, as armin struggles to keep up beneath him, moaning out.

"fuck, 'ren!"

eren trails kisses down lower now, hooking his fingers in armins slacks and pulling them off. his hard cock standing up in the chilled air. you figured they weren't wearing any underwear, it was pretty easy to tell with them pushed up against you since the second you got home. he discarded the now useless piece of clothing somewhere in the room and started pumping armin as he made out with him.

armin wrapped his arms around erens neck, pulling himself up, then shifting to rid his boyfriend of his pants too. as soon as he had they were pumping each other, tips starting to leak, moaning into each others mouths and massaging their tongues together.

the scene before you was giving rise to a painful ache between your legs, you wondered if you should just let yourself go, consequences be damned, but a big hand on your thigh convinced you to hold out a little longer.

armin was the first to speak, "'ren, ngh, stop, stop, gon' cum if you- shit- if you keep going."

"aw, already?" erens laughing.

"shut the fuck up." he spits back.

"well, i guess that should be enough of a show anyway." eren pants eyeing you, clearly hanging on by a thread. his hand on your thigh while reassuring, was way too close to where you needed it, and you're pretty sure it was on purpose.

cold hands snake their way down and around your body until one of them is cupping your cunt, "i'll say," you can feel armins dick pressed against you from behind.

"oh, you are such a whore. what? you get off on that? watching me and eren get you all needy, baby?" he rasps prodding a cold, slender finger at your entrance tearing a gasp from your throat.

erens searching through the pockets of his discarded pants now, pulling out the familiar restraint. "whaddya say, 'min? think she deserves it?" he's swaying the restraints back and forth in front of you, and you swallow your nerves, hyperaware of every sensation against your skin now, psyching yourself up for the insurmountable pleasure you know is coming.

armin hums and rubs his fingers along your slicked pussy, content to tease you for a little while. "sure does. you've been so good for us, seashell." at his approval, eren begins to fasten the cuffs around your ankles, and you tense underneath armin.

"oh dont worry my little seashell, gonna make you feel like you're flying." his tone both scared and excited the crap out of you, eliciting a small whimper from your lips. the blonde presses his lips against yours, running his tongue against them waiting for you to part. you begin to relax, and let him take control, roaming your mouth with his tongue, and nipping at your winter air chapped lips. you can taste the faintest nodes of blood, but ignore it in favour of whats to come.

it doesn't take long for eren to finish tightening the restraints, and armin gently tugs you down still sucking on your mouth. he settles your head on top of a pillow, kissing your cheeks before he moves to help eren thread the rope through the rings of the restraints, and onto the bedposts, effectively immobilizing you.

they step back to admire their handy work as you're gently tugging on the restraints, still not able to adjust to the feeling.

"fuck, you're so pretty, baby." erens cock was stiffening again at the site of you, watching you writhe behind the stray hairs that had made their way in front of his eyes.

armin takes notice of your discomfort and makes his way to your side, "are you okay, my love?" voice and eyes laced with concern. you nod quickly, adrenaline pumping through your veins. "hey," he grabs your face and turns it towards him "i need you to think about it, sweetheart. take a few seconds and then gimme your colour, ok?" your heart always jumped whenever they were like this, so concerned for you every step of the way, even when they were spitting out lust-fuelled insults just a minute ago.

"g-green, i think. dunno, head is, it feels so- ngh."

"oh," his devilish smirk was back, "haven't even started and we've already fucked you dumb baby, huh?" running his fingers along your jawline.

you were so lost in your own head, in armins care, that you hadn't noticed eren had found his way between your legs again, but this time, you were on the same level. he started fanning his hot air over your cunt, grabbing onto your pelvis and spreading you open with his thumbs to "get a better view."

he was staring for so long you started to grow self conscious and tried to cover yourself with your thighs, but they both laughed.

"aw, poor girls gettin' shy now. don't know why when you have such a pretty pussy, baby."

"m' not sh-" you attempt to answer but eren has the reputation of asshole to uphold and starts kitten licking at your clit.

"shit! eren!" he amps up his speed at your response, licking and sucking the bud into his mouth, his moaning creating vibrations that rattle every bone in your body.

armin decides that he's missing out, and crawls down towards where eren was focusing his attention. "'ren," he whispers. "wanna share?"

you expected eren to kiss armin, thinking that he just wanted to taste you too. what you didn't expect was for eren to make room for armin, and for them both to start making out with each other, and your cunt. the sight is absolutely obscene, the way that theyre moving their mouths together, purposely letting any drool slide down and onto your aching cunt.

white hot pleasure surges through you as one bites and sucks at your clit, while the other laps at your pussy, never delving to deep inside you before they let go momentarily to either switch attention, or swap spit.

the whole exchange is absolutely pornographic with the squelching coming from between your thighs, and the little-too-loud moans from between your lips. one particularily harsh suck fills you with a familiar urgency. a frigid feeling pricks at your calf, armin has a hold on it, the silver ring adorning his finger chilled in the air of the room.

"eren! 'min! gonna, ngh, fu-ck, i'm gonna cum!"

moans of encouragement, and armins hand rubbing up and down your skin pushes you over the edge, your back bowing off the bed, the two boys using their teeth and tongues to guide you through the rush.

when the high fades, and your senses return you can still hear them sucking. "babygirl," the squelching sounds continue and the suction starts to burn. "you taste like a fucking treat."

"eren!" you stammer his name like a mantra, "s' too much! it- ah!" a slap to your inner thigh from armin reminds you to know your place.

they'll go at you all night if they want to, and you are not allowed to complain. thats what happens when you don't listen to armin. after all, he rarely forbade you from anything, so his orders carried so much more weight then eren's, who just did it as an excuse to fuck you. you did too though, eren was fun to be a brat with, he was rough yet indulgent, but he was nothing like armin. no, armin would use you to get himself off as many times as he pleased, never letting you cum, and if he did, he made it out to be like he was doing you a favour.

tonight was a little different though. yes, you didn't listen, you deliberately went behind their backs, but, something told you that their motives might be a little more about you than you think.

"eren! s'not fair, i wanted to taste her too." armin puts on his best pout, the one that you both use when you really wanted something from him.

"oh, im sorry babe." his signature 'im an asshole and i know it' grin appeared. "c'mere, we can share."

armin is sucking on erens tongue again, licking your release off of his face, side eye-ing you the whole time as their clear teasing tenses your body, and has you rolling your thighs in as far as they can while splayed open with restraints.

you scrunch your eyes closed, hoping that the force will somehow dull the need arising in you again when armin shoves a finger into your cunt.

"you really are so needy, y/n." your name lewdly rolling off of his tongue, pumping one finger into you, hand on your knee holding himself up, and stopping any movement from one of your legs.

"look at you, i could have put at least three fingers in here, you're so fucking ready for my dick, seashell."

your breath hitches and hips buck, desperate for armin to make good on his words. eren catches them in his hands and lazily pins them, emphasizing how much of his strength he didn't need to control you.

"i don't think so, baby." he growled out at you.

armin's acted on half of his previous statement now, three fingers deep in your pussy, pushing at your g-spot.

"what do you think, 'min? wanna share again?" he raises his brows at the blonde with seduction and armin takes out a finger, reducing the number of digits. it must have meant yes, 'cause now erens effortlessly holding your hips down with one hand and moving his other towards your cunt.

he plunges two fingers into you, and they're both so deep in you that you can feel the cold matching silver rings brushing against your heated walls. you lurch at the new sensation, and eren adjusts his hold on you for more force.

the two contrasting paces are brutal, eren was fast and focused on stretching you, whereas armin was slower and committed to touching every inch of your insides. it wasn't long before you were screaming out their names, thankful you no longer lived in a paper thin apartment.

"fuck! 'ren! fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, armin~! fuck, fuck me!"

armin takes his free hand, placing it on your clit and starts stroking it, adding in a few little flicks for good measure before rubbing a little faster.

"holy fucking shit! yes! right th-e-re! yes, god yes, keep going, please!"

"you gonna cum for us, baby?" eren rasps, continuing to piston his fingers into you.

"come on sweet girl, let go, we're right here."

"ngh! fuck! gonna- mm, gonna cum!"

"let go." you do, and its oh so sickly sweet. it feels like it lasts a lifetime as you're screaming out.

"fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck!" seemingly all you can manage to repeat in this eternity.

"fuck, baby, that feel good?" you're too busy catching your breath to answer eren.

"damn, thats a fucking sight to see." he says, holding up his hand, watching as a mixture of your cum and other juices drip down his hand and over the silver ring.

armin takes the other man's fingers into his mouth and sucks on them, paying extra care to the ring, highlighting the accessory on erens finger by bobbing around it. he pops off with smack and licks all the way up the side from his forearm, catching the excess drip.

"holy shit," eren mutters to mostly himself "now that is fucking hot, 'min." he says, pulling the blonde into him.

"you wanna share?" armin teases, holding up his own slick covered hand.

you moan at the sight and they turn their attention back to you, "don't worry sweet girl, we'll get you a ring too."

lover boy | cat got your tongue?

[scaredpigeons]

MDNI 18+

Just thinkin’ about Husband!Armin who loves his wife so much.

How he spoils you, provides for you, and takes care of you without ever holding you back from your own aspirations or goals.

Thinkin’ bout Husband!Armin who makes sure the house is stocked with your favourite foods and snacks, how he had an in-ground pool installed just so he could watch you prance around in your little bikinis, and how he cooks your favourite meals on his days off.

Just thinkin’ about how Husband!Armin hates leaving you alone. How he hates those week-long business trips that seem to drag on forever without you by his side— and if he’s this needy, god he doesn’t know how you survive.

Thinkin’ bout how he’d ask his longtime best friend Eren to go make sure you’re okay… Armin isn’t stupid, he sees how Eren’s ogled you since the second you and Armin got together. And how you’d call Armin that evening, oh so perfect and honest and whining about how Eren was flirting with you, how his lingering touches made you just ache for Armin that much more.

And how Husband!Armin would tell you “shhhh, it’s okay baby, I know how needy you are. Just let him take care of you while I’m gone, hmm?” And “Can you do that for me pretty girl?”

And you’d be so nervous and unsure until Eren is drilling you into your king size bed, the one you share with your husband, the bed that your husband bought you, and you’re drooling on the sheets that you picked out together—

And you, you poor little thing, wouldn’t quite understand until Armin got home, until Eren still came over, still touched you, still slipped off your clothes and kissed your skin. You wouldn’t understand until all you could see was Armin, sat in his arm chair watching you as you cried out for him, even while Eren had you pinned to the bed on your hands and knees.

Even as Eren fucked into you, seemingly hollowing you out, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your body— you still cried out for your darling husband.

“Armin!” You’d squeal. “M-min, ple-ease!”

Any response from him would come with intelligent eyes and a devilish smirk.

Your darling husband indeed.

[kumzume]

scenario where eren and armin are both sucking on your strap and maybe making out time to time while doing so 😩😭🙌❤️

literally shitting my pants right now. i am. ill.

cs eren n armin are both whores of the worst degree. i mean we’ve established that eren is an awful attention seeking brat — he’ll purposely ignore you and then cry when you don’t immediately fold under his wet eyes and puppy dog gaze. he knows it can be a lot but he just. hates giving into you easily, prefers to make you work for it, work for him. to him it shows him that you love him enough, care about him enough to fight for him, to push him through his brattiness n give him what he wants. you both enjoy your dynamic, you really do but..

armin is armin. sweet, pretty, a little soft spoken with smooth skin and lips you just want to devour. thin and lithe where eren is muscular and built. pale and freckled where eren is tan and clear skinned. they’re almost opposites in some regards but in others.. you see their similarities.

on occasion, when you’re hanging out with the pair of them, you see armin’s eyes go wide and his smile goes sharp, pretty canines poking out beneath plush, pink lips like he wants to do something, wants to act on some urge unknown to you and eren. he looks a lot like eren when he does so, something you absolutely don’t overlook.

the glint in his eyes comes to play most often when eren gets a bit too.. rowdy for you, pushes you a little too hard when you’re in a place you can’t easily reprimand him. you make do with a slap on his ass and a whispered, “behave,” but you know that as he slinks away, he’s just waiting for another moment to get under your skin and make you destroy him. he aches for it. and apparently, armin does too.

you’re not dumb, no matter how much jean likes to tease you. you can tell when armin gets hard, just by watching you take eren’s jaw into your hand and squeezing it with a quiet, “settle down boy.” you see the way he scampers off with a well manicured hand over his tented crotch and, if you’re lucky, when you pass by the bathroom a few minutes later, you might catch the tail end of a moan — sometimes it’s your name, sometimes it’s eren’s. both are a treat.

so, it’s not much of a surprise to you or eren when armin comes into your apartment with pretty, flushed cheeks and the inability to look you in the eye and asks for the both of you to take care of him. please.

and who are you to deny him when he asks so nicely?

you try to start off easy, not to scare him off or make him uncomfortable. you have him sit in the corner of the room by the door (in case he needs to leave if it gets to be too much) on his knees in his briefs, his long cock already steadily drooling precum against the white fabric while he watches you undress eren, piece by piece until he’s completely bare for you.

it’s unusual you can do this without getting a hint of resistance from eren but when you look up at his face, his eyes are focused on armin — armin who’s currently looking at you, at your hands and the way they sit so pretty against eren’s abs. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips as you lower yourself to thumb at the head of eren’s cock through his boxers, the sensation making his pupils go fuzzy and a breathy moan to escape from his bitten lips.

the sound makes armin shiver and his hands ball up so tight, his knuckles go white. you long to take pity on him, to make him cum at least once to take the edge off before focusing in on your baby but.. he’s so much prettier like this — desperate and pink all over, his breathing coming out in light pants, his gaze looking at you with reverence. like you can save him. you sigh a little at the prospect before turning all your attention back on eren, slipping your hand down the front of his boxers and, with practiced strokes, bringing him up and over the edge with ease.

he cums with his back arched off the bed and his sheets bunched up in sweaty palms, his long, chestnut hair sticking against his forehead. he’s gorgeous like this and you can’t help but look over at armin to make sure he’s watching this and seeing how beautiful your baby is. your breath catches in your throat when you see him — armin is watching with lust blown pupils as his hips rut up against nothing, fingernails biting into the pale skin of his thighs. you almost don’t call him over but when you spot the glistening of tears against his lashline, you fold, easily, like a house of cards in a hurricane.

he scrambles over before his name ever finishes leaving your lips, his hands immediately pushing your shirt up over your chest to suck a nipple into your mouth before moving to run down eren’s abdomen and wrap around his wet cock in his underwear.

armin is frantic with his movements, moaning against the hardened bud in his mouth and squeezing his soft palm around eren’s oversensitive dick, making him cry out, his eyes squeezing shut. he’s so desperate for the two of you, so needy, but your bedroom has order to it. armin doesn’t get to call the shots. so, you thread your fingers through his golden strands and pull him off of you roughly, tears falling down his cheeks and a harsh whimper being yanked from his chest as he falls back against the mattress.

you aren’t livid, not really, but you put on that face, chastising him for being greedy when eren hasn’t gotten his fill yet (not that it matters when eren is already hard again, his cock leaking against his thigh). armin sniffles out an apology and looks down at the bedsheets, his voice coming out a watery whisper. he asks if there’s anything he can do for you and eren, anything to make it up to you for taking more than he should.

you pretend to think about it but the decision isn’t hard. you know both boys more than either of them like to think and while one was definitely more subtle than the other, you know they both share yet another thing in common — their oral fixations. it’s not much of a punishment if you’re being honest but on occasion, it’s hard to say no to your baby’s pleading eyes. at this moment, you have two pairs looking up at you and you have no choice but to pull out your harness and strap, securing them both against your hips and returning to the bed.

“get my cock nice and wet and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you. if you do a good job, i might even fuck you. what do you think about that?” it’s nearly comical how quickly eren and armin agree to the proposal, the both of them leaping up to begin lapping at the head and shaft of the purple silicon braced against you.

you let your hands slip down to their heads to maneuver them where you please while your head tilts back and they continue to work. your eyes close before you know it but.. the sounds coming from below your waist suddenly change. it’s no longer the sound of slick on plastic — it’s now slick on slick. you open your eyes to take a look and a wave of arousal hits you so hard, it feels like a punch in the gut.

eren and armin are making out with your cock in between their lips — both their eyes are closed as they lose themselves in the sensations, small whimpers and whines escaping them while they suck and lick into each other’s mouths while still trying to get the strap as wet as possible. it’s too hot, so much so that you have to look away, have to give a shaky “that’s enough” to get them to stop.

you think you might have enough willpower to keep on your original plan but when armin slides his tongue against eren’s a final time before looking up at you with teary eyes and a quiet, “did we do good?” all your self control flies out the window.

you are going to break them and you’re going to have such a good time doing it.

[aetheternity]

Give into me

Synopsis: Armin wants you whenever he can have you and for once Eren is joining the two of you, interesting things can come from this.

A/N: I always knew that I wanted to write an Eremin x reader threesome I just didn't know when I was going to do it. Also this shit took me more than a week to finish, if it flops I'ma quit.

Disclaimer: Not safe for minors, Fem bodied reader but no pronouns are used, threesome.

The tip of Armin's nose brushed over the length of your jawline. Even if you couldn't see his face you could feel his lashes fluttering against your skin. Those plush lips pressing innocent kisses along the column of your throat setting a gentle flame in the pit of your core. His hands ghosting down your sides, teasing, knowing exactly what line he wanted to cross. Exactly where you were becoming anxious for his touch yet he didn't dare push the boundary yet.

Faint but heavy breaths tickling your neck. A little whimper against your pulse catching you off guard and the bed creaked from the sudden shift of Armin's weight. His hips grinding into yours for a fleeting second.

"I'm barely touching you." Eren whispered, his voice thick almost drunk with the atmosphere as he pulled himself in ever closer.

It wasn't uncommon that Armin would find himself in your room late at night. You guys would sometimes get together while your roommate was asleep or after one of you had had a stressful day then be gone by morning. But tonight was a different story. Tonight, Armin had sunk Eren into your apartment. Tiptoed his way into your bedroom using the spare key and now they were both lying in your bed.

You'd decided not to ask too many questions, especially not after Eren flashed his all too familiar signature grin your way. Your stomach dipping at the nonchalant kisses he had scattered behind your ear. Tapping into your body like he'd done this with you before.

Despite the near darkness of your room, you still managed to notice the tips of Armin's fingers slip towards Eren's side of the bed. The clink of Eren's belt buckle driving your stomach into flips until the noise fell silent replaced with a sharp grunt.

Armin's head rose from your chest with a faint mewl only to be captured by Eren's lips. The clash of their tongues and soft hums emanating from their throats only making you dizzier with pent up desire.

Everything was slowly becoming more apparent to you with your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Eren's long fingers caressing the back of Armin's head, the thin sheen of saliva trickling past Armin's kiss drunk lips to the base of his chin. His hips rutting almost aggressively into yours and you held back a moan even if the movement was awkward and misguided.

The bed groaned as Armin raised himself onto his knees to slip his tee shirt over his head letting it slide from his arm to the ground before moving back to hover over you. His tongue sliding with ease over your pulse point, teeth nipping near that all too familiar spot till your breathing spikes, back curving off the mattress with parted lips. Eren's hands quickly finding their own purchase, slipping over the newly revealed skin in front of him.

"Have you tried ever tried something like this before?" You whisper as Armin's lips move back to slot over yours.

"You mean a threesome?" Eren's grin is unmistakable as he shifts closer to slip his tongue over one of the taut nipples he'd been squeezing.

The faint snap of Armin's waistband captures your attention and you smirk against Armin's lips as he fails to stay calm where Eren's grasping his ass beneath his sweats. His spine arching craving Eren's attention between his thighs. Faintly pulling back from every touch while simultaneously pressing closer.

"Yeah." You taunt with pecks to Armin's kiss stained lips. "Maybe with Eren? His fingers sliding over your cock? Sucking your neck? Gripping your thighs?"

Armin's blue eyes faded beneath his lashes. While you'd never asked either of them before if they'd had prior relationships with the same sex or made assumptions. The idea of them being more than friends was a pretty regular joke in your friend group. Started by Sasha and coined by Jean as "Eremin"

However, seeing the grip Eren had on the lean curvature of Armin's hips. The way Eren was tracing Armin's biceps and the crook of his armpit with his lips and the reckless bucking of Armin's hips over even a fraction of Eren's touch you couldn't deny they had some pent up feelings towards each other.

"This is.. the first time its crossed.. my mind." Armin yelped meekly the glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing catching your eye.

"You're a bad liar sweetie." You cooed almost sing songy.

Armin's breath caught over a moan of his best friend's name. Both whimpery and high pitched as he pulled back from you with unmistakable tears beginning to flood over gorgeous blue irises. You could feel it on your own clothed sex, the movement of Eren's hand as it slipped into Armin's sweats. Sliding softly under his balls with the faintest groan before working its way up to flick his wrist over the tip.

"Eren.." Armin panted

"Switch places with him." Eren said, removing his hand and inching away from you and Armin to give you both room to shift around.

Eren planted his knees into the plush mattress removing his shoes while Armin removed his sweats until he was left in only his socks. You inched closer to Eren on your own knees tugging at the base of his shirt until he took the hint to remove it tugging you closer with one arm on your hips the other quickly nestling its way back between Armin's legs.

It didn't take long for the hand once on your hips to roam over your ass giving it a generous squeeze before slipping between your legs. Fingers delicate where they pressed between your thighs curving upwards against your clit. You exhaled sharply immediately taken aback by the rough way he tugged on your bottom lip pressing his tongue between your lips with no warning.

A low clink hit your ears and Eren pulled back from you. His fingers sweeping back the bangs cresting across Armin's cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"Oh." Eren smirked, eyes dark. "You know how to suck dick?"

"I've.. never tried before." Armin shook his head, eyes glossy where he peered between you and Eren.

"Don't worry sweetie, it's not too complicated." You assure him. You slip your hand beneath the hem of Eren's boxers almost sucking in a breath at the weight of it all in your palms. The same fingers that had once been between your legs now brushing strands back from your eyes.

Your fingers tense slightly as your tongue slips across your bottom lip with avidity pooling in your chest. A heavy breath courses through you as you replace your hands at the base of Eren's cock with Armin's. Knowing that Armin was inexperienced in this wasn't really necessary, even if he wasn't he'd definitely still struggle.

"Breathe through your nose ok." You explain pushing Armin's mouth towards Eren's tip. With your free hands you guide Armin's own till he's moving steadily. "Do it the same way I do to you, lick your lips."

Armin tenses where his mouth begins cautiously swallowing down Eren's length. Lips stretching over thick flesh and watery eyes making contact with you. He managed after a couple minutes to achieve a slow pace, little breathless moans slipping from his mouth and the occasional gag but it was utterly precious to watch. His hands making light work of the parts he couldn't reach.

"You enjoying that?" You giggle brushing a hand through the back of Armin's head.

"You look gorgeous." Eren huffed "Taking that cock like it's yours."

You take the opportunity to slide off the bed, slipping your sleep tank top off your body along with your shorts. "No one wore underwear except me huh." Eren tsks

"You came overly prepared." You giggle

The bed groans as you inch back onto it with your legs parting, elbows digging into the plush furniture. Just as soon Eren's got a couple fingers tracing your slick while his now free hand curves up to cup your breasts.

Satisfaction courses through your body. Even with such a minimal touch you're already beginning to shake. Already starting to feel that sweet familiar pooling in your stomach from the first thrust of his index finger inside you. A tiny hum showing off your delight.

Your toes ache where they're curling against the sheets completely concentrated on Eren's search for your spot. His breathing the only sound louder than the squelch between your legs.

"Shit.." Eren panted, reaching out for the back of Armin's neck. "I'm getting close Armin, pull off."

"Not bad for your first time sucking dick huh?" You grin wiping the excess saliva off the corners of Armin's lips.

"If your mouth isn't too tired you should put it to use here for a while." Eren explains extracting one of his fingers. "I think it'll be easier for us if I fuck Armin while he fucks you." Eren grunts slipping his pants off completely along with his boxers tossing them to the side.

"W-wait.. I've never been fucked in the ass before."

"Don't worry I'll be gentle. Just work your mouth and I'll handle your ass."

Tilting your waist for Armin you pull a pillow from the edge of the bed. Stuffing it beneath your back before spreading your legs. From this angle you could watch Armin's frame wither a bit when Eren reached to stroke between his legs. Feel the vibrations worming up your core with every breath Armin took buried in your warm cunt.

His tongue curled between your folds so effortlessly working you up till your hips arched like they always did for him. Moans slipping off your lips in a small chorus of euphoria and for the briefest moment your eyelids flutter shut just enjoying the heat.

Even though it was muffled Armin's sudden gasp wasn't lost on you. You flicked your eyes open momentarily to capture the sight of Eren's face buried in Armin's ass. The angle forcing Armin's hips into the air and you could see how badly it was affecting the blonde boy the moment you looked down. His own eyes squeezed shut, his tongue halting and distracted at your clit. Thumbs digging deeper into the fat of your thighs.

Eren seemed pretty concentrated and straight faced. His own eyes closed, wrist jerking Armin where you couldn't quite see. Even if Armin had never been in a situation like this one, Eren no doubt had. Another jolt to your clit and you were mesmerized, dots of white forming in front of your eyes. The weight of your orgasm sitting in the depths of your core just waiting for that one spot to be massaged just right.

Armin's disheveled hair was drenched with sweat, his fingers curling deep within you as your shattered voice called out his name over and over with every wave of pleasure cascading over your nerves.

"I-I.." You cried, eyes forced shut as you nearly scraped his scalp, toes twisting in the sheets.

"Not yet honey." Eren's whispered grin brought you back down to reality.

The reality that he'd just ruined your first orgasm for the night weighing heavily between your thighs. Your tear stricken eyes opened to the blurry sight of Armin's rosy cheeks. His impossibly messy mop head and the gentle drag of Eren's fingers stretching over the expanse of Armin's hips and the length of his thighs.

"It's gonna be a little overwhelming at first so you have to relax." Eren explained. His quick kisses peppering up and down Armin's nape to the spot just behind Armin's ear that made him tense reaching out for Eren's arm.

"You gonna be a good boy for us?" You ask, lining the tip of Armin's cock at your entrance. "Not gonna cum too fast?"

"I-I'll be good.. I promise."

"So obedient."

His tip pierces your entrance forcing your eyes to the back of your head. So happily full of his cock that you whimper breaths sharp and head swimming with pleasure. Nails biting beneath his skin with delight. And then Armin's crying out, head flush against your collarbone. You can feel Eren too.

The weight of his cock in the bulge of Armin's stomach and the way his hips arch right into your sweet spot hard enough that a gasp is yanked from your throat. So beautifully cock hungry.

"How's that feel?" Eren coos a strong hand massaging Armin's back.

"Mhm.." Armin sighs with a hand steadied on the bed.

"I need to hear words."

"I-it's kind of.. compressed.. but it doesn't hurt."

"Do you like how full you feel?" Your lips connect with his sweaty forehead.

"Y-yes.."

"That's good, I'm going to start off slow ok?" Eren grunts adjusting himself. "Feel good Name? Ever been fucked like this?"

"I'm going to kill you if you don't hurry up."

With a chuckle he pulled out halfway slowly resheating himself with a low hum. "Ugh, you feel too good Armin."

Armin's breathing was raspy and he clung to you for support as Eren soon found a pace that made the two of you dizzy beneath him. The familiar heat sparking in your chest just beneath where you clung to Armin. Legs wrapping tightly around his waist to bring his cock in deeper, letting it hit new spots that made you tremble.

He slid in so easily. So perfectly flush between your lips latching onto that one spot with every thrust of Eren's dick till your knees began to quiver. A ball forming, heavy in the pit of your throat. Any breaths you wanted to take immediately overtaken by sounds of pleasure erupting from your mouth.

"I'm not gonna last too long." Armin moaned "It feels too good.."

You carded your fingers through his silky blonde hair, bringing him closer to your chest to slightly muffle how loud he was becoming. "I'm getting there too.."

Eren hoisted his leg up onto the bed, pressing deeper to reangle his hips. The drag of Armin's nails against the sheets beginning to rip the fabric loud enough for you to pay attention to it. The only word he could muster at the moment being Eren's. He soon lifted his head, lips brushing over yours with each pleasant roll of his hips. His tongue only furthering your unsteady heartbeat.

The slaps of Eren's hips echoed off the walls almost like a rhythmic pendulum. His grunts deep as he took a handful of Armin's ass in his grasp driving his cock a little deeper on each thrust. Your kiss with Armin became sloppy, his moans flowing into your mouth every gasp exasperated. The once faint pink of his cheeks rose to a red coating his face.

He sobbed into your shoulder breathless from the heat building in his lower abdomen. What little words he'd been able to form previously fell incoherent only muttering syllables as his orgasm struck full force. His mouth left open and eyes long gone to the back of his skull. Warmth flooded your womb with each pump and twitch of his pretty cock nestled tight within your walls until he was once again crying from the overstimulation.

"You did so well.. Such a good cock sleeve." Eren grit

The coil in your stomach snapped not long after Armin, your head empty of all possible thought as you squeezed around Armin's too overstimulated cock. His moans filling your ears begging for you and Eren to release him, suffocated in both your touch and his. Eren huffed those dark sapphire eyes soon covered beneath his eyelids. His hand coming out to rest against the bed with a long moan as he reached his end.

"Sorry.. I meant to pull out." Eren exhaled sharply.

"You ok, Armin?" You giggle pulling him in tight by his shoulders. The only response you receive is a nod. His chest rising and falling impossibly fast where he weakly held you back.

"Geez I could crash here right now."

"And how do you expect me to explain it to my roommate tomorrow?"

"I took two dicks and they're still in my room." Eren stretched flopping next to you on the bed.

"Well one of you I will agree is a dick." You sigh with a roll of your eyes.

"Might as well suck it up now, Armin's definitely asleep."

"Wh- Armin.." You grumble searching his face but you could already tell wakefulness had left him.

Eren's grin was incredibly palpable, "Good night.." He cooed