“Levi, are you sure? You know what Erwin said,” you reminded, holding the pillow closer to your chest.
Levi hums, his broad chest warm against your back as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
Fuck, he love how you smelled. Loved how your scent would always imprint in his skin after you two lay together.
“Erwin isn’t here,” Levi said, nipping at your neck. “He won’t know.”
You let out a soft whimper, feeling the crown of Levi’s cock press against your right hole. His cock slid up and down between your ass, his own whimpers sounding even more pathetic than yours.
“But you know the rules. Erwin is the only one-,” you began but let out a harsh yelp of pain mixed with pleasure when Levi bit down on your neck.
“I don’t care about the rules. Erwin always takes our asses. Don’t get me wrong, honey. I love how tight your cunt always is for me but fuck, I want your ass.”
The three of you had been in a relationship for a few months now, you joining later. You always had a crush on Levi, him reciprocating the feeling almost instantly. But he told you from the start he was in a long term relationship with his boyfriend, Erwin. But once Levi told him about you, Erwin was ecstatic at the thought of adding a third.
All three of you were happy together, finding the right dynamic almost after the first time. Erwin was always on top, him either fucking Levi’s ass or your cunt depending on what he was feeling. Most of the time Erwin would claim Levi’s ass while his cock claimed your pussy.
The time Erwin would take your pussy, you’d take Levi’s cock in your mouth or your breasts mostly because Erwin’s number one rule.
“I’m the only one who takes these perfects asses, understood?”
You and Levi were fine with Erwin taking the dominant role in this relationship. You absolutely thrived on being a sub however you could tell it was eating Levi alive not being able to be the one to take control.
There was never a problem or issues when one was away leaving two back home. The rule was open, no need to wait for the other to return him to have sex.
“I want your ass, baby. Fuck, I need it so bad,” Levi’s pleads and whines had you holding the pillow harder to your chest.
You had to admit that the idea of breaking the rules and Levi finally claiming your ass lit a fire so ferocious inside of you. Him whining while humping your ass was the final deciding factor.
“It’s right there,” his cock twitched between your cheeks. “All I need to do is press inside. Probably won’t last long. That’s how close I am.”
“Do it,” you breathed, looking over your shoulder at Levi.
His hair was a mess of sweat and his teeth were gnawing on his bottom lip, trying not to press inside of your tight hole. His eyes glittered with your approval.
“If he finds out, it’s your fault and you’re taking the punishment,” you said, rising your ass up to met his cock.
“Worth it,” Levi groaned, pushing the head of his cock against your hole.
You were already pretty wet and worked up by his spit and fingers.
Another secret which stayed between the two of you since Erwin said fingers were off limits. It was never made to be mean or with ill intent. It’s the role Erwin took as being the dom and you and Levi as the subs.
"Don't tense up now," Levi's soft words breathed in your ear as you did what he said, loosened up your body.
You breathed in through your nose and out of your mouth steadily, like you did with Erwin; he always pressed deep inside of you in one go but you could always take it with minimal cursing or tensing. You loved the thickness of his cock as it filled you up.
Levi was different. He took his time filling your ass, slowly and as inch by inch became swallowed up by your ass, he grunted and moaned
"So good. Knew it would choke my cock," his teeth grazed your spine. "Such a lucky bastard."
Even though he didn't say a name, you knew Levi was cursing Erwin for being the only one to take your ass.
"Levi," you moaned, shifting underneath his weight. "I need you to move."
A tender kiss to between your shoulder blades had your body vibrating.
"Almost there. Just...a...little..bit," one long stroke of his cock had you crying out his name, grabbing a fist full of the sheets below. "Such a good girl. You're doing well."
Levi praised with a kiss to the side of your head, his thrusts now faster than before. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed in the small space of the bedroom and you whined at how good he felt, completely different than Erwin. The blonde had been the only one who ever took you back there but now that Levi had, you were certain there'd be no going back. Surely if you showed Erwin how good Levi's cock felt, he'd be open to letting Levi take control more.
"Feel that?" Levi's dark voice panted against your ear. "Feel how your ass is swallowing me whole? It was made for my cock, honey."
You nodded, unable to form words due to the ecstasy filling your veins. Every stroke brought you higher and higher to the white haze you loved although you knew it would be all you needed to fall off the edge. You always needed something more and your men always delivered.
"I'm taking this ass then I'm going to take that mouth and pussy. Gonna make you clean off my cock, yeah?" Levi rambled on, still pressing so deep inside of you, it burned.
Your only responses were moans as you buried your face into the pillow. If anyone who didn't know what was going on behind closed doors heard you, they would think you were in pain from the noises, but it was the opposite. The ache was good, you loved feeling the pain and burn every time you had sex with either both or one of your men. Sure, they could be rough sometimes, but they always treated you like their queen afterwards.
"Levi? What's going on? Is everything alright?"
Your body froze underneath Levi's at the all too familiar voice. Levi, on the other hand, continued to fuck your ass, this time even faster and harder than before.
"Our girl misses you, Erwin. Wanted to call so you could hear how desperate she sounds for my cock in her ass," he let out a deep chuckle.
Erwin, who was on the other line of the phone call you had no idea Levi dialed, was silent for way too long. You could barely hear his deep breathing over the sounds of Levi.
"You like my cock there, huh, baby?"
"Yes," you nodded, the word sounding mumbling on your swollen tongue. "More, Levi. Need more."
"I know, baby. Gonna give you all of it," he wrapped his thick arm around your throat to hoist your face up from the pillow. "But you gotta tell Erwin how good my cock is."
"It's so good," you whined, louder than before. "His cock feels so good, Erwin."
The other man's voice finally sounded on the phone. "Is that so? How deep inside of you is he?"
"I-I think all the way," you stammered.
"I'm only halfway," Levi chuckled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.
You cried out again, surprised he wasn't all the way inside of you; it definitely felt as if he was.
"One more push and I'll be deep inside of you. Do you want that?"
You went to answer Levi, but Erwin's voice halted you. "Do you think you deserve that, sweetheart? You broke a rule."
"I'm sorry," you said, turning your head to the side so you could finally look at the phone.
You sucked in a breath when you noticed the phone call had been going on for nearly five minutes, right after Levi first slipped inside of you. So, Erwin had been listening to the entire thing.
Oh shit.
"You're going to need to do more than apologize," Erwin said.
"I will," You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "But can Levi keep going? I don't want him to stop. He feels so good."
A few beats of silence. "Give her what she wants, Levi. Just be aware when I return home, you both will be punished."
"Yeah, yeah," Levi grunts, rapidly hitting the red button and tossing the phone onto the floor.
"No more distractions. You're all mine now," he wrapped his arm tighter around your throat as he finally pressed the last few inches inside of your ass.
you and levi ackerman gossiping about erwin smith's dick ╱ mdni, sexual tension, maybe a little bit of harassment ˚.✦
The mess hall was completely empty, it was way to late for anyone to be around, giving Levi and you the perfect ambient to share a few drinks, a cigarette and a gossip session.
Contrary to what people think, Levi lives for gossip. He pays attention to everything, seeing how someone looks a little too long or when a touch lingers. He's also sneaky without meaning to, hiding his presence well enough to listen to conversation a Captain isn't meant to listen.
All of it to then tell it to you, seeing how you gasp or how you almost spill your drink for his confessions. He's actually quite fond of you and moments like this, sitting side by side, knees touching, indirect kisses while sharing a cigarette.
He usually just drops a new and that's enough to keep you rambling for a few hours.
This time, though, you have a topic of conversation already in mind. A few minutes ago you were debating about whatever is going on with Hange and Moblit, then you drop the question.
"Listen, don't go crazy. But... is it true that Erwin... y'know," you let the phrase unfinished, hoping that Levi catches the rest.
He doesn't. His brows furrow, taking a drag of the almost finished cigarette. "Erwin what?"
You've known Erwin for a long time, when all of you were cadets, before Levi even joined the Corps. You've never had the guts to talk to anyone of your little crush on the Commander, and you really think that Levi is the perfect person to finally open.
Not with that, though.
"Y'know, I've heard... that he's, are you really gonna make me say it?" You run your hands through your face, trying to hide the embarrassment.
"Well, yes. I'm fucking curious now." Levi puts out the cigarette, pressing it against the glass of the ashtray.
You groan loudly, straightening your back against the wooden chair, shoulders brushing.
"That's he's big," you say, in a breath.
"He's obviously over 185 centimeters," Levi says, arching his eyebrows in confusion.
"No, Levi, I mean big." You make a vague gesture with your hand that tells him everything.
"Ah," he says, blinking slowly. "Where the fuck did you heard that?"
You lean in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper even though the mess hall is dead silent except for the faint creak of the wooden beams cooling overhead.
“I didn’t hear it from anyone reliable,” you admit, cheeks already burning. “It’s just… logic. Look at the man, Levi. He walks into a room and the fucking air changes. His shoulders are huge and his fingers are thick..."
"You look at his hands?"
"Lemme finish. And his stupid deep voice that makes everyone stand straighter whether they want to or not. You’re telling me someone built like that is walking around with anything less than proportional equipment?”
Levi snorts quiet, but genuine. He reaches for the half-empty bottle of cheap grain alcohol between you two and pours another finger into both tin cups without asking.
“You’re basing your entire theory on vibes and symmetry,” he deadpans, sliding your cup back toward you. His knee presses a little firmer against yours under the table. “Bold, even for you.”
“It’s not just vibes.” You take the cup, fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. “You’ve seen him shirtless after training. You’ve seen the way his pants fit when he’s giving orders in the yard and the wind catches the fabric just right. Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.”
Levi doesn’t blush but the corner of his mouth twitches in that way that means you’ve landed a hit.
“I notice everything,” he mutters, which isn’t a denial.
You grin, emboldened by the liquor, the late hour and the fact that his pupils are a little blown in the low lamplight.
“So you’re telling me,” you continue, voice teasing now, “that in all the years you’ve been his right hand, all the times you’ve shared a tent on expeditions, all the mornings you’ve walked in on him half-dressed because he still thinks privacy is optional... You’re telling me you’ve never accidentally gotten an eyeful?”
Levi exhales through his nose, long and slow, like he’s deciding whether to throw you out the nearest window or keep playing.
“I don’t accidentally look,” he says finally. “But I’m not fucking blind.”
Your heart does something embarrassing inside your ribcage.
“So…?” you prompt, leaning so close your shoulder is fully pressed to his now.
He’s quiet for a beat. Then, almost casually:
“It matches.”
You choke on air.
He doesn’t elaborate right away, just lets you suffer while he takes a slow sip from his cup, eyes half-lidded like he’s discussing supply requisitions instead of the Commander’s dick.
“Levi.”
“What.”
“You can’t just say ‘it matches’ and leave it there.”
“Why not? You already decided it had to, I’m just agreeing with you. Case closed.”
You shove his shoulder lightly. He doesn’t budge, but he does tilt his head toward you, silver eyes catching the lamplight.
“Details, you dumbass. Does it have a curve? Is it cut? Veiny? Does it hang heavy even soft? Give me something.”
He lets out the driest laugh you’ve ever heard from him.
“You’re worse than Hange when she finds a new titan.”
“C'mon, you love this,” you shoot back without missing a beat.
Another long silence. His gaze flicks down to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes.
“It’s thick,” he says at last, voice low enough that you have to strain to catch it. “Heavier than you’d expect even knowing his size. Long enough that it doesn’t look ridiculous on him, which is saying something, considering how tall he is. Thick at the base, tapers just enough. Veins that stand out when he’s hard. And yeah…” He pauses, lets the word hang. “…it hangs heavy when it’s soft. You can tell through the fabric if he’s not wearing anything underneath.”
Your mouth has gone dry. You swallow anyway.
“How do you know it’s thicker at the base?” you ask, barely above a whisper.
Levi’s eyes darken.
“Because I’ve had to help him adjust his straps before a mission when the harness was pinching in the wrong place. Fabric doesn’t lie. Neither does gravity.”
You let out a shaky breath, you were getting wet only imaging it.
“Fuck.”
“Mm.”
You both sit with that for a moment, the air between you suddenly thicker than the cigarette smoke still clinging to your clothes.
Then you nudge his knee with yours again. “Think he knows we talk about it?”
Levi’s mouth curves just barely.
“He knows everything. He just pretends he doesn’t.”
You groan and drop your forehead against his shoulder.
“We’re so fucked.”
“Probably,” Levi agrees, and this time when he shifts, it’s to rest the side of his head lightly against yours. “But if we’re going down, might as well go down speculating about exactly how much of him we could take before we’re ruined for anyone else.”
“Both of us?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Then, so quiet you almost miss it: “Why do you think I keep telling you the details?”
Your pulse slams in your throat.
"Yeah, he's not the type of guy one person can handle," you mutter, looking down at how much your bodies are touching now.
"Hah," Levi breathes out. "You're aren't the type of woman that thinks one guy is enough, are you?"
You lift your head from his shoulder as you say: "Nope. I'm not."
Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader, Erwin Smith/Fem!Reader
Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Cunnilingus, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sex Toys, Vibrators, Toys, Polyamory Negotiations, implied bdsm dynamics, Threesome - F/M/M, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Soft Levi Ackerman, Daddy Dom Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Top Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman is Whipped, Pet Names, Husband Levi Ackerman. MINORS DNI 18+
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The agreement between you all was a simple one. When Levi was out of town for work trips or the odd out of state conference, Erwin, his oldest and most trusted friend, was tasked with taking care of you - his darling little wife. Or maybe tasked with your service was more apt a description. The agreement had two simple rules:
1. No actual fucking. Erwin was to take care of your needs and your needs only.
2. You were to pick up the damn phone when Levi called.
Easy enough.
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You were already panting by the time the call came through.
Painted fingers shaking a little, phone slipping in your palm as you pressed a pad to the screen, swiped the little bar to the side and brought it to your quivering chin.
“Hello?” Came your breathy greeting, quirked up sweetly at the end like there was any question at all who was on the other side.
“Hey sweetheart.”
Your eyes fluttered shut.
There it was, curling in your ear like syrup - that smooth, baritone voice that never ceased to make your knees wobble, even from three states away it seemed.
“You having a good time?”
You took a deep breath, blinked your eyes open and peered down.
Your eyes settled on a head of blond hair, shining dim in the dying evening light. Rogue rays of sunlight reaching through the bedroom window, painting the room in rich watercolor tones. Golden strands tickled at the delicate skin of your inner thighs, bobbed a little as his tongue moved in slow, lazy circles.
Your husbands oldest friend, nestled between your parted thighs, his mouth firmly attached to your sopping pussy.
The agreement between you all was a simple one. When Levi was out of town (a decently frequent occurrence these days) for work trips or the odd out of state conference, Erwin, his oldest and most trusted friend, was tasked with the care of you - his darling little wife. Or maybe tasked with your service was more apt a description.
The agreement had two simple rules:
No actual fucking. Erwin was to take care of your needs and your needs only.
You were to pick up the damn phone when Levi called.
Easy enough.
And so - with the rules very clearly defined, and you left with a fully charged phone - Levi had set forth on his latest business trip, and your very first weekend with your husbands best friend had begun.
Your vision was hazy, unfocused as you watched Erwin’s lips part - glistening in the low light and soaked with your slick - a sharp pearly canine brushing feather soft over your most sensitive slip of skin, and you moaned out a spineless, weak sound at the sensation.
“Yeah. Sounds like you are.” Came the fond, crackled voice of your husband, dripping honey sweet through the receiver.
There was a muffled sound, like he was moving around on the other end of the phone, before his voice came down the line again, velvet smooth tones delivered straight into your ear.
“Is Erwin taking good care of you?”
You nodded your head, let out a small, breathy whine.
A low chuckle sounded from the speaker, the sound curled hot over your ear.
“Can’t see you baby, gotta use your words.”
“Yes.” You managed, more of a croak than anything. Dim sparks of pleasure turning you more dumb and docile as the seconds ticked on.
“What’s he doing?”
Your eyes trailed down, brows knitted together, a little dazed as you watched the methodical slide of Erwin’s mouth over you.
Your hips bucked upwards a touch with each passive roll of his tongue over your twitching clit, jerking forward every time his tongue teased over your entrance, dipped a little further inside to taste you.
You watched him release you with an obscene ‘pop’, crane his head back a little, blue eyes dropped low and dark before he parted his lips again to spit a slow line of drool down onto your already soaking cunt.
“ ‘s eating me out.” You managed between sharp breaths.
A gasp escaped your throat when Erwin closed his eyes and buried himself back between your legs, tongue following the trail of spit, so deep his arched nose was nestled in the soft swirls of dark hair at your base.
Your eyes were glazed, low lidded, watching his sharp jaw begin move once again in slow, languid circles from under the dark haze of lashes.
“Yeah? Eating that pretty little pussy?” Came the low reply from the phone.
“Yeah.” You sighed out a breath, sucked your plump bottom lip to catch between your teeth.
“Does it feel good?”
Between your spread thighs, slow kitten licks turned to sucking, lips pressed flat over your throbbing heat. You swallowed a choked sound.
“Feels so good, sir.” You whined, voice turned high pitched and needy, lip still caught between your teeth.
Erwin’s brow twitched at that, not sure if it was your unashamed admittance of how good he was making you feel, or the sharp slip of ‘sir’ that had wormed it’s way from the recesses of your mind and out of your mouth which had caught his attention.
A pleased hum sounded from the phone speaker, and you could hear a soft creaking, like Levi had just slipped onto the mattress of the hotel room bed, maybe into a chair, a lounge.
You pictured him leaned back, phone pressed between delicate fingers, up against an angled cheekbone. You could see a steaming tea cup perched in his other hand, slate grey eyes tracking the sun on its trek past the horizon as he listened to the vulgar sounds of his closest friend eating you out, on his orders.
“Is he using his fingers too?”
You blinked slow, gazed down at Erwin’s big hands, currently rubbing slow, soothing strokes over your thighs where they were wrapped around his ears, his thick fingers gripping the flesh, kneading.
“Nuh-uh.” You responded, sound thick and heavy as molasses on your tongue.
“Hm.” A mildly disappointed hum from the line now. “Well that won’t do, will it?”
“Tell him to fuck you with his fingers.”
You let out a moan at that, squeezed your eyes closed for a moment, letting a fresh wave of unfiltered, raw lust roll over you.
That was just like Levi. For such a typically cool, quiet man you’d never have imagined the kind of obscene words that could roll off that sharp tongue, and the fact that it was reserved all for you drove you absolutely crazy.
Unless you asked, he didn’t work you up slow and teasing like this. He wasn’t overly cautious anymore, wasn’t fearful you would break beneath him like Erwin was. You had been together long enough that Levi knew exactly how you liked it, how to work your buttons. Knew just how far to push you, what you craved, what you needed from him, apparently even from over the phone.
Opening your eyes once more, you brought the phone a little from your ear, neck craned down.
Erwin's eyes cracked open, ears perked at your sudden movement, peering up, and you met a ring of terrible blue almost entirely dwarfed by hungry, devouring black.
“He s-says to use your fingers.” You huffed, struggling to formulate any coherent words with the tendrils of pleasure curling low in your gut, lava hot.
Thick eyebrows lifted a little, but his broad shoulders shrugged below you. One hand deserted your thigh to join his tongue between your legs, slip down and brush over your entrance where his spit and your arousal were pooling in equal measure.
You couldn’t stop the choked sound that left your throat when he slowly eased a single thick digit inside below the roll of his tongue, started a gentle, almost teasing pump back and forth.
On the other end of the line Levi was silent, like he was just listening to you as you breathed out little whines into the microphone. You wondered if those searing silver eyes of his were closed now, wondered if he was imagining the obscene images your heated noises were painting him.
After a moment, he broke the silence.
“How many is he using?”
“One.” You sighed, head tilted limply to rest against the phone in your hand.
“One?” Levi tutted on the other end, and you could almost picture the scowl his pretty face was probably contorted into. "Doesn’t he know how insatiable you are? No, I guess not.”
Another beat of silence, there was some rustling and the distant clink of ceramic. Was he making tea?
“Tell him to use two more.” Came Levi's response after a few seconds, tone a little sharper, demanding.
You swallowed, mouth a little dry as you croaked out an echo of Levi's command.
“More please Erwin, he says two more.”
The slow roll of Erwin’s mouth halted, and he lifted his head from you with a slick, wet sound, brows knitted.
“Two?” Erwin asked incredulously.
You nodded furiously, and Erwin's lashes lowered below you, half lidded eyes a little softer, a little more heated at your overt eagerness, your unabashed desire.
Acquiescing, you felt two more thick fingers prod at your entrance, then slip inside alongside the first. You moaned, breathy and effortless, jaw slack as he curled up, started to massage that soft silky spot inside.
The sound was clearly loud enough for Levi to gather that his order had been carried out.
“That’s it.” He soothed. “All better now?”
Erwin was fingering you so deeply now that the flat, broad part of his palm was grinding up against your clit. You twitched and jolted below him, free hand coming down to grip at his toned forearm, nails biting at the skin there.
“N-no.” You whimpered, shook your head side to side even though you knew he couldn’t see you.
“No?”
“Need -ah... more, please Sir.”
A low chuckle from the phone line, and the sound sent a primal, dizzying curl of heat straight down between your thighs.
“What did I say? Insatiable.” Levi sighed, but there was a distinct affection, almost a sting of pride threaded through his teasing words.
“Are your toys still there?”
Your eyes roamed to the wooden dresser beside the bed, at the row of brightly colored toys standing atop it at attention, like a line of little soldiers awaiting an order from their Captain.
Levi took your silence as confirmation.
“Pick one baby. Whichever one you want.”
Only a day ago he’d lined them up all neat and tidy for you, clean and fully charged - hell, they were even color coded.
Yesterday when you’d entered the bedroom you’d snorted a little, pressed a light kiss to your husbands cheekbone and teased him for his attention to detail. But now - with your mind turned soft and dumb, with the tendrils of pleasure and lust coiling so deep in your stomach, brain melting out between your spread thighs - you were grateful not to have to think about your options.
“Pink one.” You gasped, and jerked your head, nodded toward the neat row of soldiers.
Erwin’s fingers slowed to a halt, and you bit your lip not to whine when they slipped out of you for a moment, leaving you empty. He eased himself up from the bed and padded over to the dresser, selecting your weapon of choice - a thick rabbit vibrator dressed in soft baby pink.
On the other end of the line, Levi was tutting again.
“Of course you’d pick the biggest one. Greedy girl.” He scolded, no real heat behind the words, but the low tone set the tiny sparks in your stomach alight regardless.
The bed creaked a little when Erwin pressed a knee to the mattress and eased his way back toward you, resuming his position between your parted legs.
“Go on, take it.”
You spread your thighs a little wider, squirmed down along the bed and pulled your knees up to your chest, feet arched and curling limply where they dangled.
“Inside now, Erwin, please.” You breathed, batted your dark lashes down at him as you wiggled your hips.
Erwin snorted a light puff through his nose, and you felt the air curl over your thigh, leaving a trail of little goosebumps in its wake.
Without comment he slid the thick base of the toy up between your folds, watching your slick gather on the tip for a teasing moment before he finally slipped it inside. You heard his breath catch, crystalline blue eyes turned to a stormy sky, watching your wanting cunt suck the toy in until it was buried entirely inside, little pink ears nestled snug up against your clit.
You felt yourself clench around the toy instinctively, moaned aloud when you felt just how deep it was slotted, felt the head nudge at that sweet little spot inside.
“ ‘s all inside Sir…” You breathed into phone, bit your lip.
You heard a pleased sound on the other end.
“Good girl.” Levi purred. “Now turn it on.”
Your eyes flickered to Erwin where he was perched, waiting, fixing you with a soft, patient look as you breathed out slow shaky breaths between parted lips, cheeks flushed the same pretty shade as the toy.
“On please, switch it on ‘win.”
Fingers trailed up to the buttons on the handle, clicked them both on in tandem, and you all but squealed in delight, deep throbbing vibrations buzzing up through the head of the toy, nestled in your stomach, and the little bunny ears delicate and teasing over your clit.
Before you could acclimatize, Erwin gripped the handle of the toy, slid it out a little against the suction before he began a steady, leisurely thrust, earning a strangled cry from you.
Your eyes crossed, rolled back in your skull, pleasure mounting higher and higher with each bump against your walls, alongside the deep, rumbling vibrations where the little pink ears were kissing your clit.
You could feel that sweet, taunting pleasure begin to bubble, already pitched near boiling point.
“Needy little thing you’ve got here, Levi.” Erwin murmured, lips tugged into an amused smile as he watched you writhe below, the comment loud enough for the phone microphone to catch, for your husband to hear.
A gruff grunt of agreement echoed down the line.
“He’s right, you’re a spoiled brat, aren’t you princess?” Levi cooed, his voice had an edge to it now, a little gritty, rough as if he were struggling to maintain control.
“Can’t even let you go two days without cumming your brains out, hm? Had to go and get a babysitter to do it for me.”
“Levi…” You whined, cheeks burning hot pink.
You bucked your hips up haphazardly, chasing the thrum of the vibrator, the honeyed words dripping in your ear.
“Why don’t you tell him?”
You swallowed, cracked an eye open to peer down between your shaking legs where they were spread apart.
“Sir says I’m a -hah- spoiled little brat, Erwin...” You whimpered, plump bottom lip pushed out into a pout as you frowned, brows knitted.
Erwin chuckled, a deep rumbling sound from his chest.
“Ah, Levi spoils you does he?” He mused, voice heated, lowered to a near whisper.
His blue eyes roamed down shamelessly, watching the way you were jolting, watching your bare tits bounce with each vicious slap of the toy. Before he could think his hand was already creeping along your heated flesh, capturing a pebbled pink bud between his fingers, rolling the sensitive flesh there until you squeaked.
“I wonder, do you deserve it?”
Erwin’s thrusts were hard now, unwavering despite your pathetic responsive squeals. The curl of his wrist turned a little mean, so deep that his fingers were turning slippery where they were gripped around the base of the toy.
You were panting, breathless, watching Erwin move below you through half-lidded, heavy eyes. You could feel a hollow ache forming deep in your core, lower belly turned to a pit of vipers, coiling hot and venomous.
Your hand was shaking, and you could feel sweat forming where the screen was jammed up against it, where your fevered skin was turning the smooth surface hot.
“Mmmmhmsoclose.” You lilted, eyes dropped low, locked on the steady pump of Erwin’s wrist below you.
“Yeah? Toy feels good?”
You licked your lips, watched tendons jump in Erwin's toned forearm.
“Wish it… -hah-… was you, Sir”.
“Oh, miss my cock do we?” Levi sounded pleased, even through the crackling connection, tone a little smug.
“Ah! miss you….” You cried, felt betraying little droplets begin to gather at the corners of your eyes, glossed over your fluttering lashes.
“Miss you too.” Levi soothed, deep voice soft as silk curling through the speaker phone. “Promise when I’m back home I’ll fuck you into our mattress until you’re a dumb, babbling mess, and then we’ll take a nice long bath, how does that sound?”
You whimpered, a weak spineless sound, nodded your head wildly, felt glittering tears split, trailing hot down your cheekbones at the motion.
“Sounds so so good Levi.” You wailed, body coiled so tight you could feel your thigh muscles tensed and cramping.
Thoughtlessly, you kept your gaze fixed on Erwin's face, fraying mind lightly entranced by the stormy sea of blind, unabashed desire swirling behind his lashes.
“Can I come Sir? Pleasepleaseplease.” The words came out a babble of sounds, nestled between a slur of weak little moans.
Erwin's eyes locked on yours, lips parted almost habitually to respond, before he watched your face glaze over, frozen as you listened intently to the words traveling down the phone line.
Suddenly your eyes were screwed shut, head tilted to chase the velvet voice in your ear, pressing so hard it’s a wonder you didn’t crack the screen. Erwin’s eyes caught on your fingers where they were wrapped tight around the phone in an iron grip, tracking the metal of your wedding band glittering in the low light as you shook.
Whatever Levi whispered to you, in the next breath you were writhing, back arched off the mattress, spine curled into a breathtaking arch over the smooth threaded sheets as you came undone.
Erwin couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched you convulse, wrist not ceasing it’s unrelenting pump until you were crying out a babbled slur of a prayer amongst his and Levi’s names, your feet and fingers curled over the bed, desperately pushing yourself away from the incessant thrum of the vibrator.
When Erwin finally released you, slipped the toy out with a 'click', and the buzzing vibration ceased, you felt weightless. Entirely boneless as you lay collapsed on the feather soft mattress, head tilted so far to the side you could smell the crisp, clean softener Levi used, remnants of his cologne weaved like threads of gold through the fabric. You closed your eyes, rubbed your fevered cheek slowly over the comforter.
“That’s the way, such a good girl.”
Levi’s praise slipped through the cracks, a sweet balm over your quietening, frayed mind. The sound of his voice alongside his mellow scent made your chest ache, a little needle of yearning piercing the soft flesh.
“Need you to check one more thing for me before you go to sleep sweetheart, can you do that for me?”
“Mhmm.” You hummed in response, licked your drying lips.
“Tell me, is he hard?”
You cracked an eye open, head tilted straight and craned forward to lazily track Erwin’s movement as he disappeared into the darkness of the bathroom. The distinct sound of running water began, before he appeared in the doorway once more and set about tidying the room, flicking the bathroom light as he exited, your cleaned pink toy still gripped in his hand.
You blinked slowly a few times, trying to shed the sleepy pleasure induced veil from over your eyes. Hazy vision trailed over his form, over soft, loose blond strands, down to where he was obviously hard and straining against his sleep pants.
You swallowed, pressed your sticky thighs together tight.
“Yes.” You breathed into the phone.
You didn’t need to be there in person to know that Levi was smiling ear to ear. It was obvious in the way his smooth voice curled up that he was pleased.
“Good. Go clean up now.”
You hummed in response, eyes fluttering closed once more as you absentmindedly swung your legs over to the side of the mattress, heard Erwin’s slow footfalls as he approached, big warm hands already sliding beneath your searing skin, ready to tug you up.
Limp in Erwin’s arms, you couldn’t find the strength to vocalize a response, mumbling a half coherent string of words into the phone as the warm, steaming air of the bathroom hit your bare flesh.
The running water was soothing, and you breathed in the clean, soapy air slow, sighing contentedly as Erwin perched you on the edge of the bubbling tub, waiting for the water to cool.
got myself a little something on the brain, walk with me..
cw: mild power dynamics, eruri, cuckolding/voyeurism, size difference, no prep, no condom, creampie, slight pain, hint of objectification/dehumanisation, praise, gn!reader
Imagine being the commanders personal little assistant. always at his every whim and wish, knowing what he wants before he even says it and making sure the man gets it, after all one of humanities smartest and strongest soldiers shouldn't have to think of these things himself, especially not when the weight of the world is already resting on his shoulders. coming into his office with a little tray, carrying two cups of tea and a bit of bread because you know he hasnt eaten since Levi had put the mountain of paperwork on his desk. he glances up when you offer him the tray, a quiet, relieved sigh escaping his lips while grabbing one of the mugs and a bite to eat, letting you turn around to the captain sat in the armchair in the corner.
he gave you a quiet hum as he took his cup, leaning back into the soft fabric that probably already had an indent from how many nights he had been sat there to watch erwin do his work, give him advice when he was stuck on something, or just to keep him company during long nights. you placed the tray down on the little side table next to the chair before turning back to the blond, quietly asking if everything was okay. you could see the stress on his face, brows furrowed and hair ever so slightly dishevelled, the question drawing a quiet huff from levi. "he's getting in his head again." he answered for him, earning a gentle glare from the other man. you sighed softly, you had a hunch that this was gonna happen, he just didn't know when to quit; whether it was on the battlefield or in the privacy of his own four walls. "you should help him relax a bit, don't you think?" you met his eyes, and immediately knew it wasnt a question but a order, something that he had certainly not just thought about right now, something you were more than willing to oblige to.
"Commader?" you turned to him with a questioning look on your face, meeting the blue eyes that were wandering over your body already. it took him a second to realise what the two of you were suggesting, he acted like this was something new and out of the ordinary every time it happened. he put his pent down slowly, clearing his throat as he leaned back against the chair that seemed far too small for his large frame.
"..i suppose I could do with a break." his voice was quiet and low, so unlike what you were used to on the battlefield. an immediate rush of nerves and excitement washed over you as you walked closer to him, ignoring the captains eyes burning into your backside as you made your way between erwin and the desk. you stood between his spread legs, thick thighs lightly brushing against yours as he put one hand on your hip. "you known don't have to do this, right?" he murmured, looking up at you through his lashes as if you'd ever say no to this.
"I know." you hummed softly, putting your hand onto his, feeling the rough skin over gently. he gave you a quiet, approving hum before exchanging glances with the other man behind you, you knew exactly that they were 'talking' again, luckily something you were used to by now. it took a few seconds of silence before his attention was back on you, moving you with a firm, yet gentle grip. before you even knew it he had you bent over the desk, stomach resting on the hard wood, his desk just high enough to make you have to stand on your tiptoes. big hands wandered over your sides, gently untugging the white button up from your pants before letting his fingertips brush over the small of your back, down to the hem of your pants. without opening them he pulled them down to pool around your knees, right alongside your underwear.
"I missed this." erwins voice carried longing and a hint of amusement, lightly gripping the fat of your asscheek with a quiet groan. he couldn't help but chuckle softly at the gasp that escaped your lips at the touch, giving the flesh a slightly harder squeeze. "has it really been that long or are you just a bit sensitive?" he teased quietly, making the heat rise to your cheeks, even more than the captains watchful eyes resting on your expression, as if he was observing your reactions. "need to stop neglecting you for work."
"I think you can hardly call this neglecting." Levi chimed in, one leg crossed over the other, head resting on one of his hands.
"but it has been a while." the commander responded with a hum, acting as if he wasnt currently feeling you up with one hand, while the other casually undid his belt, brushing over his bulge.
"it has barely been a week, Erwin." The other man's tone carried the slightest hint of amusement, even if his face betrayed nothing like it.
"that's what I'm saying." you jumped when you felt the thick tip brushing against your hole, the feeling far too familiar despite getting it far too little for your own taste. he glanced down at you, merely coating his length in his own spit with a few lazy pumps, sighing in satisfaction. "and I'm sure you'd agree, wouldn't you?" he hummed, tilting his head down at you while his free hand spread you open ever so slightly. the quiet gasp, followed by the frantic nodding drew a quiet chuckle from the blonde, yet he didn't give you any answer before lightly pressing up against you until the head popped inside.
"commander-" your voice was breathy and cut off, nails digging into the wooden desk you were pressed into. your face scrunched up with a mix of pleasure and slight pain from the stretch, as if it wasn't enough that he didn't bother to prep you a little, the sheer size of him made it both worse and better.
"I know, I know. deep breath." the words weren't even a command at this point, seeping with faux sympathy that told you that he got a sick joy from feeling you clamp down around him with nowhere to escape to. erwin didnt even bottom out before he started thrusting into you, wanting to keep you on edge at least a little bit before he made you see stars. the rhythm he set was slow at first, big hands holding onto your hips tight enough to make sure you'd feel sore once he was done with you - and to make sure you couldn't squirm away from him when he finally started fucking you properly, after a subtle nod from the captain.
his thrusts suddenly became faster and deeper, taking a few thrusts before his hips slapped against your ass in a rough motion, heavy balls hitting your thighs lightly and making sure you felt just how deep he was trying to reach. the moans that were already falling from your lips grew louder, your fingers already hurting from how hard you had to hold onto his desk. every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, bringing crocodile tears to your eyes that were threatening to spill over your cheeks. you opened your eyes to try and blink some of the tears away, just to be met with Levi's cold stare. something about him watching you being ruined with something close to indifference, yet still so attentive, making sure you knew you had his undivided attention.
"don't look at him, he won't help you dove.." you felt erwins large chest pressing against your back suddenly, hot breath tickling your ear and making you shudder. the sound that escaped your throat was a wince, sounding almost pathetic with it. you blinked up at the captain with furrowed brows, the weight on top of you pressing you down harder and making you even prettier to look at; if it wasnt for his almost uncanny talent to hide his emotions you'd know just how much he had been craving seeing you like this again. "he's enjoying it too much to help you. he likes seeing you in pain. likes seeing you suffer. dont you?" Erwin finally lifted his head, glancing at the other man through his lashes, barely able to conceal his own pleasure.
"..." ther younger man stared back at him silently, but it was more than enough to tell you that he was right, he did enjoy seeing you like this far more than he was letting on, even if saying it was just the blond shifting the blame for doing this to you. "you should hurry up, Commander, I think your plaything's close to falling apart." the pet name made you clench harder around the fat cock stretching you open, drawing another chuckle from erwin. he knew that he was right, but in the same breath it didn't really matter if you were already done, he was the one who decided when he would stop. "poor thing. you can barely handle him, can you? he's tearing you apart." the sick pleasure he was getting from this was painfully obvious in his voice, only making the knot in your stomach grow tighter. you nodded as good as you still could, sweat beading on your forehead from the effort of trying to hold off your high, fully aware that it would just make you so much more sensitive than you already were - and yet it was all for nothing when it still came crashing down on you. both their eyes were glued to you, almost inspecting you with clinical interest, wanting to see how you were holding up right now.
"that's good, absolutely beautiful.." erwin muttered lowly, his voice starting to strain from effort. he really did want to hold back just to torture you a little longer, but the way you were trembling underneath him, your heavy breathing and the first few tears running down your hot cheeks pushed him closer than he'd like. he let his head hang forward for a moment as his panting grew heavier, hold on you tightening enough to make you whimper.
"feeling weak?" Levi's voice was just a hint challenging, making the other man lift his head just enough to look at him. he stared back, quietly sipping on his tea. the eye contact made erwin worse, hips stuttering slightly as he got closer. Levi didn't have to say anything more to him, merely cocking his head slightly was enough to push the other man over the edge.
a quiet string of curses left his lips as he came, trying to pull back quick enough to pull out, but the way you were clenching around him made it impossible for him to do it without hurting you accidentally. a soft gasp left your lips when you felt the hot rush inside you, eyes widening at the foreign feeling. it took a few more long moments before you actually relaxed enough to let him pull out with a quiet pop, your aching hole gaping slightly while he let himself fall back down onto his desk chair. "christ.." he took a deep breath before looking back to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips upon seeing his cum dribbling out of you; glancing over at levi with satisfaction. "you should take a look too. its an even prettier sight than usual."
contents/warnings: wc2.8k, 18+ MDNI, established mmf relationship, spanking, p in v, no protection, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, creampie, some breeding kink, eiffel tower bb and our bfs are kissinggg
an: Eruri wasn't one of my ships BUT writing this did do something for me, esp with the little moments of intimacy between Erwin and Levi and not just reader mmmmm..but!! I wanted to make sure I wrote something for this ask here!
After a long day, all you want is to get back to your two boyfriends. By the time you make it back, Erwin is already being scolded by Levi for scattering papers on the desk.
“I've told you, it wouldn't take so long for us to clean up if you'd keep things tidier.” Levi says, shuffling the papers into a pile. He's holding a broom, and you can see a kettle warming. He was probably making tea at some point.
The blonde man, on the other hand, is simply being a workaholic, but you both already knew what you were getting there. Erwin looks up as you enter and smiles, his icy blue eyes soft when they meet your gaze.
“Hello, dear. You look tired.” He greets, setting down the paper he's holding to stand up. Levi finishes his organizing, because once he's in the zone he can't really stop. And he's not always the most comfortable with offering physical affection after the life he's had.
Erwin takes your bag and hangs it up, before mr clean yells at him again. Then, he gently kisses your hair.
“We waited for you to get home to eat.”
“You're sweet.” You say, smiling, giving him a proper kiss on the lips this time. “Any big news today?”
He shakes his head. “Things are going disturbingly well.” He turns back, but this time to set up the table to eat.
“Well, that's a good thing.” You say.
Levi finally finished making the desk look nice and sets his broom down, leaning it against the edge of the desk as you reach for his hand.
You always approach him a little more gently.
“It looks clean enough. How was your day?”
“The usual.” He replies. “Those cadets are pains in my ass.” He says, but you see the smile he's holding back, and that glint in his dark eyes. “You're not pushing too hard, are you?” He asks, and you smile back at him.
“Of course not, I wouldn't want to worry you two.” You say, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He lets you, and when you try to pull away, he pulls you back for a quick peck on the lips.
It makes a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, because Levi isn't usually like this.
He must be in a good mood, or a little worked up.
You eat together, something you try to find time for whenever you can. Staying together makes it easier, but you're all so busy sometimes.
After dinner, usually Levi would read with a cup of tea. Erwin would usually dive into some sort of research or battle plans. And you would do some sort of combination of all of those things.
But tonight, you can tell they're both a little tense. Probably pent up, considering you haven't had much time to be intimate with each other lately.
Erwin has let his eyes trail over both of you far too long. Levi puts him in charge of washing dishes after dinner, and tells you to go wash up. They'd both already had time for that but you'd done extra training with a group today, so you came home a little later.
While Erwin washes dishes, Levi tidies the room to his liking (not a speck of dust in sight).
And when you come out freshly clean, Erwin is already on the bed talking to Levi. They're close, and Erwin is clearly teasing Levi about something.
You come and climb into the bed, and they both turn to you.
“Levi, you're not hiding with a book!” You joke playfully, smiling at him.
“Hey, I don't do that all the time. I spend plenty of time with you two.”
“I know, just teasing baby.” You reply softly, and Erwin laughs.
“You're a brat, you know that?” Levi quips, and you gasp, feigning offense.
“How mean, Captain!” You tease. He glares at you, but you don't stop. “What sort of punishments do you issue to brats like me?”
He scoffs.
“Cleaning duty.” He deadpans, brushing the black hair from his face
“You're no fun!” You laugh, turning to Erwin now.
“Oh, you want me to get involved, hm?” Erwin chuckles. “And I suppose you want me to say ‘spanking is a suitable punishment’ or something of the sort?”
“Maybe..”
“Spanking isn't a punishment. You like that.” Levi says, raising his brows. “Is this your way of coming onto me?” He asks, lips slowly curving into a smirk. He's not always the best at reading the room, but he can tell what you're getting at. “If you want me to spank you, all you have to do is ask.”
Your cheeks heat up a bit as he begins undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Well, don't leave me out on all the fun.” Erwin says, reaching forward to take over the buttons for Levi.
“What fun? She hasn't asked for anything yet.” Levi comments, eyeing you.
“Oh? Well, baby, you heard him.” Erwin says, slipping the shirt down Levi's shoulders.
His fingers are slow, brushing against Levi's paler skin gently.
You watch them, breath hitching, as Levi slips his shirt the rest of the way off and then begins removing Erwin's shirt for him. Erwin pauses him, bringing a finger under Levi’s chin to tilt his head up.
He quickly captures Levi’s mouth in a kiss, and Levi's hands tighten on the shirt. He kisses him back slowly, falling into the rhythm, even as his cheeks heat up.
He may not be the most accustomed to affection, kisses or intimacy, but he doesn't shy away when he's in the act. He's talented, when he tries.
Erwin pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment, as he turns to you.
“You're gonna make me ask?” You huff, wanting nothing more than for them to just take you.
“That's what I said, isn't it?” Levi replies, as Erwin tosses his shirt to the side. “Tell me what you want. I'm not a mind reader.”
You sigh, hating that he makes you be so direct, because all it does is make your poor cunt twitch.
“Im really pent up.” You say, and Levi tuts.
“Go run laps to relieve some energy then.”
You growl in frustration. “Levi!”
“Don't be so bashful. It's just us.” Erwin says. “You'd be smart to ask him before I fill your mouth. I'm not sure he'll understand you if you're speaking around my cock.” Erwin says, undoing his belt and slipping it from the loops.
So filthy. So lewd.
“I want you to help me relieve my stress..” You finally relent. “Spank me, fuck me, use my mouth, i-i don't care. I'm just stressed.”
“There you go.” Levi says, patting his lap. “Well, get undressed and come here.”
Erwin helps you out of your clothes and pushes you to lie over Levi's lap.
Levi's hands immediately come to your skin to gently run up and down, as Erwin takes his spot on the bed, cock bobbing in your face. Your eyes trace every vein.
“Open that pretty mouth.” Erwin instructs, and you do. Your wet tongue pops out to lick a vein on the underside of his cock.
He sucks in a breath and watches as your tongue makes it to the tip, circling around before swallowing him into your mouth. His hands card through your hair as he slowly begins thrusting in and out.
Finally, Levi lifts one of his hands and lets it fall onto your ass with a smack.
You jump, moan garbled from the cock thrusting into your mouth.
“Jumpy today.” Levi comments, slapping your ass again. You moan again, bobbing your head to take Erwin deeper.
Each slap to your ass sends pleasure through your cunt, walls twitching and aching for more.
Another spank lands to your ass.
Then another.
“God, Levi, when you do that she sucks me deeper, if that's even possible.” Erwin grunts out, breath catching a bit.
“Yeah? Feels good?” Levi replies, slapping your ass again. Then again.
Your cheeks sting already, his hands landing harshly, his strength surprising.
Erwin moans when your cry vibrates around his cock this time.
“It feels incredible.” He says, voice shaking. “You're so perfect. Just like that, baby. Keep taking me like that.” He praises.
You look up at him, eyes watery, and he smiles softly at you. You look perfect, mouth stretched around his cock, hardly able to breathe, saliva dripping down your chin. So pretty.
“Spank her again, Levi.” He instructs.
Levi chuckles. “Whatever you say, Commander.”
Erwin chuckles, breathlessly. “Shut up, Captain.”
Levi smacks your ass again and now it really stings.
Your hands grip into Erwin's thighs, and he notices.
“Hurts, baby?” He asks, and you blink up at him with a pleading look. “Yeah? Well, I'm sure if Levi felt your cunt right now it'd be soaked.” Erwin teases, and Levi doesn't need to hear that twice.
His fingers slip right between your folds, and sure enough, his fingers are soon slick with arousal. He runs his fingers through your puffy folds for a moment, gathering the slick on his fingers.
“You love this, don't you?” Levi teases you, and you watch as he brings his fingers to Erwin’s lips, who's still thrusting into your mouth. “Taste her, Erwin.”
Erwin doesn't hesitate, grabbing Levi's wrist and sucking the fingers into his mouth, making an appreciative ‘mmm’ sound as he does.
When he pulls off, he doesn't give Levi the chance to pull away. He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss.
Levi can taste you on Erwin's lips, and it's enough to make his cock jump.
“I wanna watch you fuck her.” Erwin murmurs as he pulls away from the kiss. You pull back and lap at the tip of Erwin's cock, pre already leaking. He's not going to last long like this.
As soon as Levi pulls his length out and gently rubs the cockhead against your entrance, you've already lost it. He lifts your hips a bit, before slowly pushing inside.
He lets out a shaky breath as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment to adjust as his fingers grip your hips.
Then, he begins thrusting.
And fuck, does Levi fuck hard. He has a stamina that even he doesn't realize, and it's one of the reasons why Erwin loves to watch him fuck you.
He pounds into your cunt like a madman, starting with long hard thrusts and slowly picking up pace. His breaths turn into soft moans, trying to claw their way out of his throat even as he tries to hold it back.
Your moans stay muffled by the cock making you gag, your eyes watering more each time the head probes your throat.
Erwin doesn't stop, he knows you wanted this.
You needed the release, just being able to let go and offer yourself to them. He saw your stress the moment you walked in that front door.
“So beautiful.” He praises, a gentle thumb swiping across your cheek. “That's it. Let go.”
Your walls flutter around Levi's cock and he finally allows a moan to choke out.
“T-talk to her again. She got so tight…” He murmurs, fingers pressing harder into your hips as he pulls you back onto him.
“Oh, you like my praise, angel? You like hearing that you're being so good for us?” He taunts, smiling down at you. Your ‘mmhmm’ is muffled, but he sees it in your glistening eyes. “Rub her clit, Levi. You know she likes that.”
“Mm..yeah. Sorry, just, fuck, it's so good.” Levi breathes, snaking a hand around to find your clit. As soon as he does, you jolt a little, but with a cock in your mouth and another in your cunt you can't go anywhere.
He rubs in controlled circles, even as you squirm.
“You gonna cum, dear?” Erwin asks, pulling out from your mouth just enough to allow you to speak.
“Y-yes… Levi’s fucking me so good.” Your spit slicked lips brush against his head and he hums in appreciation.
“He always does.” Erwin praises, before thrusting his cock back into your mouth. You suck it down greedily, but your cunt’s even greedier than your mouth.
You can taste Erwin's pre dribbling from his tip, and you know he probably could've cum 5 minutes ago. But he doesn't, not yet, not until he watches Levi ruin you some more.
“I'm not going to last.” Levi warns, breathing quickening. “It's too good.”
Erwin chuckles. “Too much, Captain?”
“Shut up.”
Erwin leans forward, his cock pushing so deep into your throat you can't breathe for a moment, until you manage to steady your breath through your nose.
Then, he pulls Levi closer and kisses him, passionate and a little sloppy. Tongues dancing in tandem, breaths mingling, and you don't even need to see them. It's enough to send you over the edge.
You cum hard, vision whiting, sound melding together. The pleasure washes over you like a wave, drowning you for a moment. You soak Levi's cock, and he moans into Erwin's mouth, the wet sounds louder now. Erwin finishes next, pulling away from Levi to throw his head back and moan.
“Oh, god. Yes, baby. All of it, you can take all of it.” He praises as he fucks his seed into your mouth.
You swallow every last drop. Levi doesn't like a mess, after all, and he'll probably still make you wash up again after this. Especially if he pulls out to paint your belly like he usually does.
He pulls out just for a second and flips you over, Erwin pulling your back to his chest and holding your legs apart.
Levi finds himself between them again, thrusting his hard cock inside. Erwin lets his hands wander to your tits, rolling and pinching the nipples.
“Inside…” Levi rasps. “I want it inside.”
You're not sure you heard him right at first, but he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks a little, forcing your eyes to him. “Hear me, brat?”
You nod, a breathy moan escaping. “Y-yes..” You swallow, throat sore from Erwin's cock bullying into it. “Cum inside me, Levi.” You encourage.
Erwin leans down, kissing and biting your shoulder. “You want Levi to breed you, baby?”
You lean into him and nod, moans cracking a little with your dry throat.
“Please…”
“How dirty..” Erwin teases, trailing a hand across your body until his hand finds Levi's on your hip. He interlaces their fingers and Levi thrusts once, twice, then moans almost pathetically.
“Breed y-you..” Levi stutters, thrusting in again as his breath catches.
This isn't the strongest soldier right now, this is a man so lost in his pleasure that he whimpers and grips both his girlfriend's hip and his boyfriend's hand to keep him grounded as he finally lets go.
He keeps thrusting as his cock twitches, spurting white ropes of his seed into your walls.
He fucks it deep into you, thrusting until his cock has softened. His breathing is quicker, more shallow, as he finally loosens his grip on your hip. He catches his breath, letting his hands slowly trail up your body to cup your face. He kisses you, deep this time. It's not like his usual nervous kisses, it's passionate and slow. His tongue presses into your mouth, and his hands hold your face so gently. It's a moment of intimacy you usually only get, like this, right after he's cum, when he's crashing from the adrenaline and can't overthink it.
When Erwin slips out behind you and stands, Levi pulls away finally to look at him.
“I'll clean her up today. Let me get a wet cloth.” Erwin says, softly. “I’ll start the tea kettle while you wash yourself up, I know you want to.” He says.
He's right. The feeling of stickiness is already driving Levi crazy. So, he nods and props a pillow under your head to make you more comfortable, before gently stroking a thumb across your cheek and turning to go wash up.
Erwin cleans you up with a wash cloth, knowing you'll go wash yourself properly later or when you wake up in the morning, but you're too spent right now.
By the time the kettle is ready, Erwin has gotten you set up on the couch so you can all relax together.
Levi brings the cups to the table in front of you, before sitting on the couch as well.
“I didn't know you were into that, Levi.” You say, as he sits with you.
“Neither did I.” Erwin agrees.
Levi shrugs, taking a sip from his tea, his hand around the rim subtly hiding the faint blush on his cheeks.
His naked chest pressed to your back, your legs tantalizingly splayed open, feet tucked to the sides of his muscular thighs. You were embraced almost lovingly, neck twisted to the side to meet Erwin’s lips gently with your own, trading kisses over and over. The spare inch of his length that wasn’t buried deep inside your cunt glistened wet from your combined arousal—dripping from your spread lips down to his heavy balls.
Levi’s presence did not startle either of you. Eyes gazing deep into each other’s as you traded one last kiss. Erwin’s heavy stare slid over to him. Only a dark blue ring surrounded his blown pupils.
You both were so beautiful. Now, he wasn’t the fanciful type, but sometimes Levi wished he possessed a poet’s gift, just to show his loves how much they glowed in his eyes. How willing he was to tear down the strongest walls at the lift of one finger.
No, instead, he was more adept at expressing his desire through his actions.
And as he lowered between Erwin’s spread knees, licking his lips and staring where you were joined, he had an inkling of how to paint the picture.
Levi and Erwin are such polar opposites, both to each other and within their professional and intimate lives.
Levi is harsh, he demands perfection from both himself and others and he offers very little wiggle room. His humor is dry and sparse, and very few people can make him laugh. His foreplay is the same. He’s merciless in the bedroom, quick to punish and slow to praise; as long as you haven’t touched him yet.
BUT
As soon as he gets inside you he absolutely melts. He almost feels like he has to make up for his harshness . He’s passionate and loving, while still being gently in charge but he wants to fuck you slowly, intimately. You’re so sweet and you feel so good like this, squeezing the most intimate parts of him that he can’t help but savor every second.
Erwin on the other hand, is much friendlier. His smile is easy and open. He’s a serious man to be sure but always calm and measured. He’s the perfect diplomat and gentleman. Smoothing over conflict, opening the door for you, paying for dinner without being asked. In the bedroom it’s the same. He knows he cuts an intimidating figure and he does what he can to counteract that; kissing you slow, touching you gently, whispering sweet words in your ear as you come apart.
BUT
As soon as he starts to sink in his resolve unravels. He fucks hard, thrusts that feel like they’re lighting up your spine. He can’t help himself, not when you feel like this; so warm and tight, like you’re strangling him. As soon as you accommodate to his size he fucks like an animal, so unlike his professional persona. It’s like he has to make up for his aggression in the bedroom with extremely soft romance.
song(s) for the chapter: when the rain starts by infinity song & silver lining by laufey
a/n: alright i had a bit too much fun writing the smut for this and it kinda got away from me. i'm only partially sorry for what i've done. pls find it in your hearts to forgive me<3
chapter x | chapter xi | epilogue
“Oh God,” you groaned, “I’m gonna throw up.”
Moblit laughed. Heartily. With no regard for your feelings. He laughed. It was honestly kind of rude how unhelpful he was being.
“Do you think anything through ever?” He asked, and you were surprised there weren’t tears streaming down his face. With how hard he was laughing at you.
“You’re being mean,” you whined, head falling to rest against his desk. You were so confident when you left their home yesterday. Practically skipping your way back to your own home. You replayed the kiss a billion times. Giddy. Giggling. Aroused. You slept. But barely. Because all you dreamt of was hands and lips and searing touches.
It was so nice and so unlike any feeling you have had in such a long time. You were riding a high that plummeted the second you walked into work and told Moblit how the rest of your weekend went after you bolted from the event.
And you didn’t realize that such a simple question, “What’re you gonna do?” would send you into an absolute spiral when you realized you had no idea.
“I’m sorry, but you’ve practically been dating for months now so if it makes you feel better you don’t have to try as hard to impress them,” Moblit responded once his fit of laughter subsided, but in fact his attempt to console you did not make you feel better.
“No because if I take them on a lame date then they’re going to think I’m lame,” you complained, overexaggerated but feeling it nonetheless.
“Not how that works, I fear,” he said with an accompanied eye roll. You knew he was right. Still, you couldn’t shake the unpleasant feeling of adolescent nerves from fluttering around your tummy. Levi and Erwin would love or enjoy anything you suggested, but you wanted to impress them. You wanted them to feel almost smitten with you. Selfishly, you wanted them to fall even harder for you. Maybe then you’d finally erase that tiny niggling sense of doubt that still hid somewhere within you.
“What did you and Hange do for your first date?” You asked, hoping to at least draw inspiration from him.
“Well,” he paused, shook his head and then chuckled. “Hange took me to the batting cages, but instead of hitting baseballs, they managed to have it shoot out various vegetables. Suffice to say, we were banned from there for life after that.”
“Of course they did something reckless and creative,” you grumbled, slouching into the chair as your brain searched and searched for something interesting to do.
“We were young and stupid,” Moblit reasoned.
“Oh so I’m old,” you argued.
“And smart,” he offered. You rolled your eyes.
“I didn’t think coming up with something romantic would be this difficult,” you sighed.
“Well at least you have the rest of the week to come up with something,” Moblit said, shrugging and continuing to be utterly unhelpful.
“Whatever. Let’s just get some lunch,” you stood up, anxiety growing a little in your chest. “Maybe if I'm full I’ll be able to focus better on planning something.”
“Maybe you should focus more on the fact that you’ll probably be getting laid this weekend.” You paled at his words. Somehow not thinking far ahead enough to realize that your date could very much end with the three of you in bed.
“Oh,” you said, the singular syllable heavy with apprehension.
“How exciting,” Moblit grinned impishly. Dread, excitement, and mostly, stunningly, intrigue began to flood your system.
That Friday Hange took you and Moblit out to lunch. Their treat. You knew, though, that they just wanted to pry. Surely, Moblit rehashed all the details to them about your upcoming date and they wanted more. They always wanted more information. But it was fine because for once you actually had something to offer.
“So,” they looked up at you over their glasses, eyes glinting with all the wickedness they could muster. You were just seated at this little sushi restaurant a few blocks from your office, somewhere you had never been, funnily enough.
“So?” you asked, trying your hardest to remain aloof, even though your insides were twisting with nerves and your skin was vibrating with anticipation.
“A little birdie told me you have a date tomorrow,” Hange leaned so hard against the table that it shifted closer to you, rattling the water glasses. Your hands shot out to grab yours to keep it from spilling as your eyes slid over to Moblit accusatory.
“Actually,” he started while grabbing his own water– a few drops having already spilt over the lip. “I wasn’t the little birdie this time.”
Moblit was suppressing a grin, a possibly shit-eating one. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion because aside from Moblit you hadn’t told anyone else about your date tomorrow.
“A certain someone stopped by the bar a few days ago to do some bookkeeping and spilled the beans,” Hange said, practically jumping on their side of the booth.
Your face screwed up even more, “Levi?”
This sent a tidal wave of shock through your system. Levi wasn’t the type to ‘spill the beans.’ He was the type to make sure all the beans were in the can, sealed, and placed on their designated shelf in the pantry.
“What did he say?” You were sure your eyes resembled saucers as you leaned into Hange, both of your bodies taking up too much space over the table. Moblit chuckled. You heard it but didn’t care.
“Just that you’re going out this weekend. On a date,” Hange shrugged, but you knew there was more to that. They were being too vague. Attempting to be too nonchalant. That was not their usual MO.
You squinted your eyes skeptically. Something was up.
“Hange,” you said, dropping your voice like you were trying to coax a secret from them. “At least tell me he’s not regretting it.”
They laughed. You couldn’t escape it. The laughter. First Moblit and now Hange. Maybe you were losing your mind.
“Regret it?!” The volume of their voice traveled out of your booth and across the small restaurant. It was still mostly vacant since you arrived before the typical lunch rush so when you looked over at the hostess who was eyeing your table weirdly you felt hot embarrassment settling around your neck.
“Babe,” Moblit chastised, planting a hand on their shoulder to settle them down.
“Sorry,” Hange apologized, bangs swinging furiously over their glasses as they shook their head with amusement. “It’s just you’re so silly.”
Your jaw dropped to argue but nothing came out.
“I mean, no he doesn’t regret it. Honestly, he’s kinda freaking out,” Hange explained.
“About?” You were getting antsy in your seat, not knowing what to expect.
“Well,” Hanged paused, looking over at Moblit who tucked his lips into his mouth like he was trying to hide a smile. They must love torturing you. Fucking sadists.
“It’s just that it’s been a really long time since Levi’s been with a woman.” They shrugged again, sipping their water.
“And?” Your brows furrowed, head tilting to the side like a dog. You weren’t sure why that mattered.
“You know,” they waved their hands around. You glanced at Moblit who was pointedly looking away from you, his gaze staring rather intently at the menu in front of him. “The hardware is different.”
They motioned ambiguously under the table. Your eyes tracked the motion and when realization struck your hand rose to cover your mouth and your eyes widened.
“Oh!” There was no way you could have stopped the giggles from shaking your shoulders and spilling from your lips. Your cheeks were warm now. And you dropped your face into your hands to regain composure. But it was hard. You heard Hange’s laugh from across the table. Soon followed by a chuckle from Moblit.
The waiter came then– in the midst of your fit. So you had to quickly reel it in and order the first sushi roll you saw on the lunch menu. Your appetite for food suddenly gone. When the waiter was through getting your orders and collecting the menus, you had to take a deep breath before breaching the conversation again.
It made sense for him to be nervous, but the thought never even crossed your mind. Which made you feel bad.
“He’s just a little worried about pleasing you is all,” Hange tried to salvage whatever they could. “It’s cute!”
You were just shocked. More so by the fact that Levi seemed to open up to Hange about this, but also mortified at what they could have possibly said.
“Do I even wanna know what you told him?” You couldn’t really fight the blush that was erupting on your face, but you tried your best to ignore it. Of course you thought about sleeping with them. On numerous occasions. The thought, especially recently, had left you feeling somewhat fidgety and nervous, but never would you have assumed you wouldn’t be… satisfied.
“Just that he didn’t have anything to worry about. Levi is always paying attention, so as long as he’s paying attention to you, and your,” they stopped talking for a moment, looking for the right word, “responses,” they snapped their fingers, “then he would be fine.”
Even though you were still slightly embarrassed, Hange’s advice wasn’t bad. Thank god.
“I also offered to show him a few videos, but then he threw a pen at me so,” they shrugged as if this was a normal thing to do. “It’s always important to do a little research, I don’t know what his deal was.”
“I’m sure it had nothing to do with you and the fact that you offered to watch porn with him,” Moblit said, shaking his head, but still looking at Hange like they hung the moon. Something was surely wrong with him, but you couldn’t argue your case on sanity either since you were about to enter an already established relationship.
“I don’t see a problem with watching porn for educational purposes with your best friend.” The waiter arrived at that exact moment. His steps halted suddenly and you had to avert your eyes to keep from laughing at the look on his face. Poor guy. You had to make sure to leave a good tip when you were done.
It was unseasonably warm out today, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing since you planned a picnic. You woke up at six this morning, doe-eyed and bushy-tailed, or whatever the saying was. There was too much energy coursing through you to actually rest.
Last night you had texted the guys to be ready by four since that was the time you would be arriving on their doorstep. The park you were taking them to was only a twenty minute train ride away and the local university jazz orchestra was playing.
It sounded romantic. Fun. You even dipped strawberries in chocolate and cut sandwiches into triangles. You also stopped by a florist on your way home this morning from the grocery store. Maybe it was weird buying grown men a bouquet of flowers, but if you were being honest you didn’t really care. It was pretty and colorful and it felt special.
The smile on your face hadn’t slipped off since you woke up. It was the oddest feeling. Being unabashedly happy. It was foreign and scary because surely there was a shoe above your head prepared to drop. But every time you looked up there was nothing. Your smile grew.
Even getting dressed was fun. Your dress was a pretty pale green, silk, and it stopped mid thigh. You paired it with a cream cropped cardigan and some white mary janes. You felt so flirty and confident. It was such an odd feeling. Your cheeks were going to feel sore soon enough.
You tried not to get ready super quickly because you despised the feeling of waiting around. Especially when they were just next door. They wouldn’t mind if you showed up early and you knew that, but you wanted this to go exactly as you planned. And this very much would be like every other hangout. Except it wasn’t. It was more. It was a date.
You giggled to yourself like an idiot.
It was 4:01pm. You had the picnic basket gripped in one hand and the flowers in the other hidden behind your back as you stood on their doorstep. You had to keep yourself from jumping on the balls of your feet like an overexcited child.
Levi opened the door about two seconds after you knocked. He looked handsome in his baggy jeans and white tshirt. He was in the middle of throwing on an open brown button up when you arrived.
“You’re late,” he said, slipping his arm through the sleeve and adjusting it.
“You’re still getting ready,” you countered, and he rolled his eyes. You didn’t miss the slight smile he had on his face though.
“You look pretty,” he said, eyes wandering down your frame as you tried to keep from blushing. It was a lot being under Levi’s gaze. He always said so much without saying anything at all.
“These are for you.” You pulled the bouquet out from behind your back, suddenly so incredibly nervous. Because what if he hated them? It was a simple floral arrangement, the colors mostly white and blue.
“You bought us flowers,” he said as a statement. His tone was neutral. You felt your hands start to sweat.
“It’s okay if you hate them,” you blurted as his fingers brushed yours where they were wrapped around the stems.
“Why would I hate them?” He asked, one corner of his lips lifting as he took them from you.
“I don’t know, but I’m just saying it’s okay,” you knew you should shut up. You knew if he didn’t like them he would say it, but you couldn’t help the rambling. The first date jitters were effectively flooding your system.
“I don’t,” he said, smelling the hydrangeas in the center. Levi’s hand caught your wrist as he tugged you gently towards him. He leaned in, lips pressing the gentlest kiss against your cheek. “I like them, actually. This is my mom’s favorite flower.”
Something warm and fuzzy blossomed in your chest. The stars must have aligned. The planets must have found their proper positions in the sky.
“Flowers?” Erwin asked when he finally approached the door. He took them from Levi’s hand, smelling them before nodding and walking off to the kitchen.
“Wait,” Levi said following him, “you have to make sure to cut the stems bef–”
“I know, love,” Erwin interrupted.
“And the packet you have to add to the wa–”
“I know,” he emphasized, turning to look over at Levi who was trying his hardest to keep from taking the bouquet and doing it himself. Erwin smiled at you once Levi just huffed and turned away. Your own lips lifted in a secret smile at the interaction.
“We should leave soon,” you said, still shuffling in the open doorway. “We don’t wanna be late.”
Erwin slipped the properly prepped flowers into a vase and slid it to the center of the island. They complimented the space well. A small swell of pride illuminated through you. He made his way to you in confident strides. He looked good, but it was rare that he didn’t. He wore a pair of beige slacks, sneakers, and a white linen short-sleeve button-up. It was simple, but it fit his frame perfectly.
“And what exactly do we not want to be late for?” He asked, hands finding your waist and sliding down the smooth fabric of your dress. The casual intimacy caught you off guard. Touch always seemed to come so naturally to Erwin.
“I like this,” he said before you could answer his previous question. His hands were still rubbing up your sides affectionately as his eyes wandered over your body. You tried hard to ignore the burning of shyness that was starting to heat your skin.
“Thank you,” you finally managed to say. “Also we’re going to the park near downtown.”
You held up the basket, swinging it from side to side to showcase it. “See and I packed food.”
“Oooh, we’re gonna watch the jazz students play?” Erwin asked, delighted.
“I forget you work for the university,” you nodded, realizing too late you probably shouldn’t have said anything if you wanted the date to stay a surprise.
“They’re really good. You’ll love it,” he added, hands now squeezing at your waist in a very distracting way. He was standing so close to you. His cologne was wrapping around you like a cozy blanket and you very nearly considered just staying in. But no, you went through all that trouble preparing this damn date, so you were going on it regardless of how badly you wanted to push them into the bedroom and not leave for the rest of the weekend.
“We should get going then,” you stepped away from Erwin’s wandering hands, needing to breathe in air that wasn’t being perfumed by him. You were ushered out the door soon after by Erwin, whose hands found their way back to your waist as soon as you turned away from him.
You were kind of unsure how to navigate this date. Perception was a funny thing. You shouldn’t care about it and you knew that Levi and Erwin sure as hell did not care. But you didn’t want to overstep, to cross a boundary that made anyone uncomfortable. It was an awkward feeling that you warred over as you made your way to the train station.
To be honest, the feeling also felt silly. Especially when Erwin plucked the picnic basket from your hands before you stepped onto the train while Levi’s hand found the small of your back to guide you. They made everything feel so natural. Like this was any other day that the three of you were going out. Except it wasn’t. It was so much more.
“What did you pack for us?” Erwin lifted the lid to the basket, but you moved quickly, slamming it closed with your palm flattened against the wicker.
“That’s a surprise,” you responded, smiling up at him cheekily. His hand rose in surrender and he winked in response. “You’ll find out soon enough anyway.”
“Yes, Erwin,” Levi nodded, “don’t be so impatient.”
Erwin laughed heartily. Out of the two of them he wasn’t the one known for his impatience. “I’ll try to contain myself.”
“Good,” Levi smoothed his hand over your hip. The act itself was tender, but there was a light squeeze that accompanied it. One that had a flurry of something anticipatory flutter through your belly. You had to fight the gasp that clung to your vocal chords. “I’m sure she worked hard on whatever is in that basket.”
“Not that hard,” you argued, laughing lightly. “It’s not like I woke up before daybreak to prepare.”
Both of their gazes slid over to you with suspicious amusement.
“Right… that sounds completely out of the question,” Erwin said, looking pointedly at Levi, who had to look away to hide his smile.
“It looks like our stop is coming up,” you said, turning around so that neither of them had to witness the blush that began dusting over your cheeks. It was hopeless though because Levi’s hand started to rub gentle circles where it rested on your hip. That motion alone had your neck flushing and a dangerous heat swirling low in your abdomen. This date was going to be torture and you have a distinct feeling that they conspired it to be that way.
“Let’s go,” Erwin chuckled before grabbing your hand and leading you out the sliding doors of the train. Once you found your footing on the concrete of the station, you looped your hand through Levi’s elbow. Perception be damned. Today you scored two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen and you’d be an idiot not to relish in their affection. Maybe even flaunt it a little.
“I never said that.” You wacked Erwin’s bicep with the back of your hand. His head fell back with a laugh and he nearly spilled what little wine was left in the small wine glass all over his top.
“It was implied,” his words sloshed together. He wasn’t drunk by any means. Not on alcohol, anyway. The three of you seemed to be drunk by the moment. The sun was sitting low in the sky and it cast the warmest golden glow on your section of the park. The students were incredibly talented. The crowd they drew was relatively big as well. Groups of people clustered randomly throughout the large expanse of grass. Blankets, lawn chairs, and laughter. It was difficult not to feel light-headed by the appeal of the evening.
“I’m just saying,” he continued, “you’ve only had one partner.”
Your jaw dropped at his reasoning, but you didn’t have time to respond. Not when Levi muffled a chuckle beside you.
“And you agree?” You glared at him in astonishment and with some betrayal as well.
“I mean,” he shrugged before downing the rest of his wine in a single gulp.
“I cannot believe this,” you threw your hand up and dropped it dramatically back onto your thigh. “I don’t even know how we got here.”
Levi’s hand landed on top of the hand that was resting on your thigh and he squeezed. His fingers were cool against your exposed skin and despite the heat outside and the warmth from the wine curling in your stomach, goosebumps popped up across your thigh. You were so wound up that whatever physical affection either of them showed you had your mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be. At least not right now. In the middle of a date. In the middle of a park.
Maybe his allegations were true. You were reacting like a schoolgirl who had never felt the touch of a man before. It’s just been a while since you had felt so desired in this way. Either way, you wouldn’t allow for it.
“Just so you know, I am not a prude,” you huffed, flipping open the basket lid to retrieve the strawberries.
“Now I didn’t say that,” Erwin emphasized, chuckling once again.
“It was implied,” you repeated his own words back at him, but when he tried to respond he only got as far as parting his lips before you shoved a chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. It shocked him which was your primary goal, but you didn’t necessarily think it through. Because when his lips wrapped around the fruit and grazed your fingertips your heart skipped a beat. And when he looked up at you, eyes blue and bright and sparkling with haughty expectancy your heart skipped two beats. But when his tongue licked the melted chocolate off of your thumb, eyes glued to yours, your heart stopped altogether.
Eating chalk would probably be easier than the amount of effort it currently took to refrain from throwing yourself at him. He released your fingers, his jaw working slowly to chew the strawberry you just fed him. Meanwhile, Levi still had his hand on your thigh. It was currently burning a hole into your skin.
Suddenly, the saxophonist decided that this was the time to have a solo. It was a sensual number, the instrument caressed each note in a way that felt entirely suggestive. It wasn’t just setting a mood. The mood had already been set. This was taking a lit match and setting the mood on fire.
“How was it?” You cleared your throat, finally dropping your hand and placing it on the blanket you were sitting on. You needed the extra support to feel stable. “Was it good?”
“Delicious,” he answered. But the word was thick with double entendre. His voice had dipped low into a tenor you very rarely heard him speak with. It was hoarse and it felt like nails scratched down your spine. Now the goosebumps had traveled up your thigh, across your abdomen and down your arms. The evening could be mistaken for autumn with the way you shiver at nothing but a glance from one man and a carefully placed hand from another.
“Can I have a taste?” Levi asked, and you had to try exceptionally hard to keep your eye from twitching. They really were making this difficult for you. They made themselves damn near irresistible. As if you weren’t already ready and willing to do anything they asked.
You plucked another strawberry from the basket and held it out to Levi. His eyes swept over your face and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep the gasp from escaping your lips when instead of taking the strawberry with his hand like you expected, he leant in really close. He paused before his lips met the tip of the fruit, and your fingers tightened around the cluster of leaves. He wasn’t looking at you. Not at first. Not until his lips took the strawberry into his mouth and his gaze penetrated through his lashes that dusted the very end of his bangs.
“More wine?” You offered, but before either of them could answer you, you poured the remaining liquid into your own glass. You drank half in one go to quell the nerves and raucous desire that was suddenly and violently running through you. “It’s really good.”
Erwin’s head dropped to his chest with a quiet laugh and Levi turned his head to face the orchestra. You could tell by the way his cheek sunk between his molars that he was trying to suppress a laugh of his own. You were glad to have cut through the tension. It was becoming too overwhelming. And honestly you needed to get home with your panties still on and not strewn somewhere in this very park.
Hell, maybe you were a prude. But self control was a virtue and around these two exercising it was a torturous endeavor.
Luckily for you, you were able to convince them to take the train back home instead of ordering an uber. You were already suffocating on them as it was. The idea of being crowded into a backseat with them on either side of you sent your heart, mind, and pussy into overdrive. It would be a torture tactic not even the FBI would employ. At least, not one that you deserved.
So a twenty minute train ride, still coasting by on the lovely traces of alcohol that was in your system, was your only real option.
“The train at this time is going to be full of drunk idiots,” Levi complained.
“Great, so we won’t stand out,” you shrugged, looping your hand through his elbow and pulling him into your side.
“I’m not drunk,” he said, glaring at you. But when he looked over his face was far closer than you estimated. “Not even close.”
“Right, you might stand out then,” you whispered to him. Surprisingly, he smiled. You saw it all the way in his eyes. They crinkled in the corners, maybe there was even a twinkle in them. You had to clear your throat and glance away, but your eyes wandered over to Erwin. Who was already staring at the two of you with the most complicated expression. It was profound, intense. But it was also soft and tender. Almost sweet.
Your heart was having a hard time beating regularly. At this point, you weren’t sure if the heart in your chest was even yours. Maybe it was replaced by a wayward hummingbird. Either way, you needed to make it home without causing a scandal.
“Anyway,” you took a strategic step away from Levi and two carefully measured steps ahead of them. “We don’t want to miss the next train.”
There was a giggle that burst forth from your chest. It was giddy, breathless. Relentless. It was short and secretive because just as the noise escaped you a car honked in the distance. It was the last delightful noise you made that was only for you that night.
You arrived at the station just as the doors to the train were going to close. The three of you ran through them, Erwin nearly lifting you through the doors when your heel caught on a random crack. The moon was full as you walked back home beneath its light. There was a beautiful silence that accompanied your stroll. This time your hand was in Levi’s and the other curled around Erwin’s forearm. And while the silence was a knowing comfort, there was a thick air of anticipatory unfamiliarity.
It was the deep and innate sense that while everything was the same it was also entirely different. Even your houses, that stood perfectly side by side as they always had, felt new. Your rusted gates were that much more endearing. It was the first time in an incredibly long time that you felt at home. That you couldn’t imagine a life, a world, even a moment without them. Without this.
“Well,” you stood beside your gate, hand toying with the metal latch. “I guess this is good night.”
Erwin’s laugh was gruff and unexpected. You looked up at him through your lashes as you attempted to remain coy. The look on his face, though, was anything but. It was open, sincere, and full of such an obvious craving for you. You would be an absolute idiot if you went into your own home tonight. Alone, at least.
Levi reached for you. His fingers slipped beneath the buttons of your cardigan, and gently but without the hesitancy that usually accompanied a first time, he tugged you towards him. Your heels made two decisive clicks against the concrete as your body made contact with his.
“Did you want to come in?” He asked, but his eyes were on your lips as he did.
“It’s late,” you said as your fingers twitched at your sides. You wanted to touch him so very badly. “You’re not tired?”
“Not in the slightest.” The familiar creak of their gate met your ears. The keys Erwin had in his pocket jingled as he searched for the house key. And it was all so loud in the quiet of the night. Even your pulse thumped deafeningly in your neck. “But if you are? Our bed fits three.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I don’t,” he took a step away from you, but his fingers remained hooked in your sweater. “But we can test it out.”
You released a breathless laugh. But you followed Levi’s urging hands. You followed them up their front steps through their front door. Followed them as Levi’s hands found your waist as soon as the door shut behind you. Leaned in as Levi’s lips met yours. He kissed you like it was all he had been thinking about. Like if he had to wait another day, another minute, another second, then he would cease to live. It was a kiss that melted your knees and if it weren’t for the way you looped your arms around his neck you were sure you would’ve collapsed.
Levi stopped kissing you much too soon. There was a complaint lodged preciously against your tongue, but your mouth wasn’t unoccupied for long. Erwin, who stood beside you so patiently, now took up the space previously owned by Levi. He pulled you into him with a lot less grace than Levi had given you. His hand found its way behind your neck and he used that leverage to tilt your head towards him. The pressure was almost enough to make your eyes cross from pleasure. Your lips parted around a gasp and his tongue slipped into your mouth before you could complete the salacious inhale.
Erwin was good at this. He was good at disorienting you. Because for some odd reason or another you didn’t recall your feet moving. But they had. Your back was pressed against their bedroom door. And with an athletic agility you were unaware Erwin even possessed, he turned the knob that was seated beside your waist, wrapped his arm around your back to keep you upright, and somehow pushed the door open while dragging Levi through it by the collar of his shirt. All the while his lips never left yours.
The buttons on your cardigan were popped open from behind and when Levi was done undoing them, he pushed the soft fabric over your shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. Erwin finally broke the kiss. Probably because you were losing the ability to kiss him back.
“I really do like this dress,” he complimented, running his hands down your sides until his hands met with Levi’s at your hips. You were now perfectly sandwiched between them. A reality that not even your wildest dreams had been able to conjure. Not without the guilt that used to come along with it. But now you had no reason to feel guilty. Not when they both were so blatantly lustful over you.
“Th-thank you,” you stuttered, your voice hiccuping when Levi’s lips began to kiss your jaw.
Hands were everywhere. Breath was no longer in your lungs. Your mind was dizzy with want. Want. Want. They manhandled you onto the edge of their bed. Their bodies pressed against either side of you.
Oh, you needed them. Like this. Exactly like this. With Levi’s lips on yours and Erwin’s lips on your neck. Someone’s hand was creeping towards your inner thigh. The hem of your silk dress dragged cool waves across your skin and you bit down a moan.
Only for it to be punched out of your chest when those very same fingers pressed curiously against the wet patch you knew was gathering on your panties.
“Shit, baby,” Erwin’s voice smeared hot and wet against your collarbone. It was his fingers. And honestly you should’ve known it was him. His fingers were long and thick and sturdy where they rubbed your slit in one torturous stripe.
You couldn’t stop the way your hips jumped or the way your moan spilled shocked and needy from your lips into Levi’s mouth. You were on edge, body tense, and craving but somehow the pleasure that was rocketing through you— caused by Erwin’s insistent fingers on your clit— frightened you.
It was nearly too much. But Levi pulled away, his lips were damp and red from the way you sucked at them mere moments ago. Your eyes opened, vision blurred with desperate tears, but it didn’t matter how blurry your sight was. Because you could see Levi’s beauty straight through it. His blush— you’ve always loved his blush— painted his cheeks crimson. His lashes were long where they blinked against the thin skin beneath his eyes.
Unfortunately though, you couldn’t admire him for long. Not when Erwin’s tongue licked heatedly against your pulse. And especially not when his fingers, strong and sure, moved your underwear aside as if the fabric bothered him. As if it was in the way of something he wanted.
And right now, it felt like he wanted you. Maybe, probably, hopefully just as much as you wanted him.
You could tell how wet you were before his fingers met your naked center. But it didn’t stop your gasp of surprise when his fingers quite literally slipped between your folds. You didn’t think you'd ever gotten so wet so quickly before. You were almost overstimulated by it all.
It was a thick wetness that coated Erwin’s fingers, and it aided him in pressing two fingers to your entrance. He slid in easily. No resistance. And when the feeling became too great your head fell back between your shoulders, a high pitched whine wheezing up your tight vocal chords as his fingers explored and massaged.
The muscles in your thighs twitched when Erwin groaned into your neck. It was all so hot. Intense. You were burning up from the inside out. The flames of desire only grew when his fingers found tissue, soft and sensitive and aching, inside your pussy.
Air was a luxury you could no longer afford and your legs began to snap shut when another hand, smaller but somehow still painfully strong, forced them open again.
When you looked over at Levi he wasn’t staring at your face like you were expecting him to. Instead his eyes were laser focused on Erwin’s hand between your thighs. The sounds of your slick being pushed and pulled from you suddenly hit your ears. Sloppy was the only way you could describe it.
Erwin’s lips were also no longer on your neck. The three of you now seemed to just stare down at the silky material of your dress, now discolored from where certain areas came into contact with the mess Erwin was making of you.
You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, grinding down harder than you meant to. But you couldn’t help it. He was searching for your release and you were so willing to give it to him. So ready to fall apart around him. It was becoming unbearable.
But that was the least of your worries because quicker than your mind could process Levi was kneeling between your open knees. His hands slid up your thighs, massaging and kneading the plushness of them before his nails scraped lightly against lace.
You were glad you chose one of the only lingerie sets you owned, but you realized now, rather belatedly, that it didn’t matter. Not when Levi slipped your underwear down your thighs, pausing at your calves, before taking them off of you entirely. He didn’t take a second look at them before throwing the sad excuse of wet fabric over his shoulder and using both hands to widen your legs for him.
The sight was enough to make Levi groan. It was deep, hoarse, and scratched so harshly down your spine that you shivered.
“Pretty isn’t it?” Erwin asked, fingers slowing to languidly scissor you open. You bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning. Levi looked up at you, his eyes glossed over with desire. You clenched around Erwin’s fingers. “And tight,” Erwin breathed, but barely when his exhale got caught in his chest.
Everything seemed to slow down. Erwin’s fingers slipped out from inside you with a squishy sound. You were drenched yet you didn’t have time to feel an ounce of shame over it because Erwin’s fingers were moving towards Levi’s lips.
There were thick strings of you connecting Erwin’s fore and middle finger. God, it would’ve been almost embarrassing if Levi’s lips weren’t parting so readily. You might have even told Erwin to stop if not for the way Levi’s eyes closed and his lips wrapped so eagerly around Erwin.
You swore you felt Levi’s low moan before the sound met your ears.
“Does she taste good, Levi?” Erwin’s voice was nothing but a deep rumble as he pumped his fingers in and out of Levi’s pliant mouth twice.
Your breath fell from your lips in heavy puffs as you watched. Somehow, you watching still felt intrusive. Like a scene you weren’t meant to see or at the very least it should have faded to black by now.
Instead, Levi didn’t answer. He sucked Erwin’s fingers clean, and then moved to push your dress up and over your hips. His intent was clear, but nerves rattled through you as Levi’s face drew nearer. His hot breath huffed over sensitive skin. Erwin grabbed hold of your thigh and hooked it over his own so Levi had more access. To you.
There was a beat of hesitation. You remembered that conversation you had over lunch with Hange. The realization striking you in the gut. “Levi, you don-”
Your words immediately died in your throat when Levi buried his face in your cunt. You gasped as the heat of his mouth enveloped you. Your hands fisted their bedding and if it weren’t for Erwin’s broad frame holding you up, your body would have given out.
Levi wasn’t particularly coordinated or strategic with his approach to eating you out. But that didn’t matter much when he was so messy. So sloppy. Levi was making out with your pussy and he was making it hard for you to concentrate.
“Oh,” you whined, back pressing more of your weight into Erwin, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He kissed your temple. It was comforting. The gesture was almost sweet until he said “I really didn’t think watching you grind against my boyfriend’s face would make me this hard.”
A laugh, startled and breathless, punched from your lungs. You glanced down at Erwin’s beige pants, his erection so obvious you weren’t sure how you missed it before. It looked almost painful as it strained beneath thin material.
“Or maybe I should say,” he pinched your jaw with his hand to force you to look up at him. The angle wasn’t uncomfortable but staring into Erwin’s eyes as Levi flattened his tongue against you made your shoulders tense and your stomach flip. “Our boyfriend?”
The fact that it was poised as a question wasn’t lost on you. But the implication rolled over you like honey. Sweet and unbearably sticky. It made so much sense. His boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Their girlfriend.
“Mhm,” you hummed, head nodding against Erwin’s shoulder, “yes.”
The singular syllable was riddled with carnal need. A need to be theirs. To be desired. To be at home. With them. God, you wanted it so badly it made your chest ache.
“Yeah?” Erwin’s eyes were so dark it was frightening, his pupils were dilated and his lips were plump and his hair was a mess.
“Please,” you whined just as Levi’s fingers filled you again. You couldn’t stop the drawn out moan he pulled from you. Levi’s fingers searched your walls until you seized up around him. His lips sucked at your clit greedily and your vision blurred. Watery and duplicated.
“Oh my god,” you hid your face in Erwin’s shoulder, unable to jerk your hips away from Levi with Erwin’s bruising grip on your thigh. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”
Your hand shot out to grip Levi’s hair in a fist, the silky tresses gliding between your parted fingers as he quickened his pace. It was entirely too much. You weren’t even sure if you were still breathing.
But none of that mattered. Not when you shattered so harshly and unexpectedly around Levi’s careful fingers. Your vision went dark and your body became rigid and sounds were nothing but a distant memory lodging itself in the back of your mind.
“Holy shit,” Levi muttered against your inner thigh, smearing your slick against the already moistened skin.
“That was…” Erwin’s voice trailed off. You were completely slumped in his arms, body jolting when Levi removed his fingers. And even though you were sensitive and twitching from your orgasm, you still missed them. You still craved them inside of you.
Levi stood over you– lips, chin, and cheeks completely covered in you. The sight raised your body temperature to feverish levels. Levi’s eyes dragged over your body, leaving flames in his wake. And he leaned over you, bracing one hand on your thigh and the other on Erwin’s. You had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Your brain was moving far too slowly as the endorphins continued to pump through your body.
He tilted his head. His breath was heavy as he breathed through his nose. And he was kissing Erwin before you could blink. His tongue was mingling with Erwin’s before you could even inhale.
The sound of Erwin’s groan shot straight to your core, reigniting a spark that had barely even gone out. Watching them kiss was far hotter than you ever could have imagined. The sight alone sent tingles straight to your toes. Levi pulled away sooner than you would’ve liked.
“You tell me,” Levi’s breaths were coming at him hard and fast, “does she taste good?”
In real time you watched Erwin’s expression morph into something almost animalistic. And for the first time it hit you what exactly it was you were about to do. What exactly you were currently doing.
Erwin gripped Levi’s jaw and kissed him again. This one harder than the last. You shifted in place, the straps of your dress naturally fell off your shoulders as you did. It was a sobering moment and the last moment you would have to really absorb the new set of circumstances you found yourself in.
You slid off the edge of the bed. Your motion caught their attention and their kiss broke so that they could look at you fully. Under their intense gazes, a sort of timid naivete flushed across your heated skin. You grasped the loose straps of your dress between shy fingers, tilting your chin to rest on your shoulder as you pushed the thin material down your arm. You repeated the motion on the other side until the top half of your dress fell to sit at your waist, your lacy bra on display for them.
Fortunately for them, you didn’t really feel like taking your time with your strip tease. You reached behind your back and undid the clasp with practiced fingers, slipping it off until one of the bra straps dangled from your fingertips before dropping it to the floor.
“Ok,” you whispered, your nipples pebbling in the cold air of their home. Self-consciousness started to set in the longer they looked at you. “You can stop staring now and touch me.”
That was more than enough to kick them into gear. Your back met the mattress with an ungraceful flop as you bounced lightly. Erwin was between your legs and his hands worked your dress the rest of the way off your body. After he tossed it somewhere off to the side, his fingers skirted across the outside of your breasts. He dragged his fingertips over the contours of them before he took his thumb and rubbed each nipple. You jumped at the contact.
“You okay?” Erwin asked, bending at the waist to hover over your naked body. The way his top rippled across your skin gave you goosebumps. It was tantalizing in a way you couldn’t even describe. Your thighs twitched where they bracketed Erwin’s.
“Yeah,” you exhaled, the word dusting across Erwin’s cheeks before he tipped forward the rest of the way. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, continuing to pepper them down your neck and over your collarbone. Soon enough, he was kissing the space between your breasts. You arched into him needily when you felt his tongue dart out between his lips to lick over you. Your eyes were about to shut when they landed on Levi. His shirt was gone and he was unzipping his jeans.
Your eyes wandered down his body selfishly. You drank in every inch of muscular skin. Levi’s eyes were stuck on the way Erwin navigated your body. Erwin wrapped his lips around your nipple, indulging in the way you writhed beneath him. A gasp caught in your throat at the sensation. Saliva pooled in your mouth as he flicked over it with his tongue.
Levi kicked off his jeans before disappearing into the bathroom of their bedroom. You didn’t have much time to be curious. Not when Erwin’s attention was moving to your other breast. Not when he groaned in response to your whine. He continued kissing down your body as your hands tried desperately to undo the buttons of his top. You were getting increasingly needy. You couldn’t help it.
“Here,” Levi returned. He tossed a condom at Erwin who stopped kissing you for long enough to glance over at Levi. His hair was a mess where you kept running your hands through it and his shirt hung open loosely from the few buttons you were able to open.
Erwin sat up. His chest was blushing and his breathing was heavy as he looked between Levi, the condom, and you. You hadn’t really discussed how this would go. Everything was so emotionally charged that no one thought to mention the dynamics of this. This was your first threesome for lack of a better word. And while alone in the safety of your bed, your mind had wandered to fantasies such as this, you weren’t sure what to do next. Who to do it to?
“You’re too dressed,” you said to Erwin. He had all of his clothes on still, meanwhile you were completely bare and Levi was only in his underwear. You rose to lean on your elbows and shifted your gaze to Levi, who stood beside the bed with tension in his shoulders and a scowl on his face. But you knew he wasn’t irritated. He was frustrated, evidenced by the bulge in his briefs and the wet spot that formed at his head. You needed to take those off of him.
So you rolled over to sit in front of him. Your legs swung off the bed and you pulled Levi towards you by the elastic band of his underwear.
“Can I…?” You asked as you hooked your fingers beneath the waistband and awaited his reply. He caressed your neck with his hand, using his thumb to tilt your face up to him by pressing it beneath your chin.
“All yours,” he whispered. His voice carried a truth that was hard for you to swallow. It was too large for you to comprehend, so you left that for later to process. Instead you pushed the restrictive fabric down his thighs. Your eyes stared longingly into his, unable to look anywhere else with the way he held steadfast to your face.
You dragged your knuckles up the sides of his thighs, drawing a line over his hips and up his waist. Your fingertips carved over the outlines of his abs as you brought them back down. You felt Levi shiver at your reverent touch. You watched as his eyes grew half-lidded and his lips parted around gentle puffs of air. He really was just so pretty.
The only reason you tore your gaze from his face was to see the way your fingers traced his dick. You wrapped sure fingers around his shaft, stroking him from base to tip as you watched a bead of precum leak from him. He groaned from deep within his chest. He folded over you, his lips smearing against your cheek before messily capturing yours.
Suddenly, his movements were riddled with urgency. He pushed you down until you were lying flat on your back again. He straddled one of your thighs as your bodies tangled when your head hit a pillow. Your hands knotted in his hair as his explored your curves. He prodded and massaged at your soft skin, moaning every time your tongue made contact with his.
You quickly realized how sensitive Levi was. He was like an exposed wire. Twitching and sparking every time your hands touched any part of him. You gained enough leverage to roll him onto his back, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you sat above him. His arms dropped to his sides as you knelt between his legs.
“Hey there,” you said. Your voice held admiration for him as you dragged your nails lightly down his chest. And even with the lightest of pressure his skin blossomed with red lines before fading into a dusty pink.
“Mm- hi,” he said, managing a chuckle to cover up his grunt. He gripped your wrist as you continued your descent down his torso. You bent over, making sure to mouth over every mark you made on his abdomen. Even taking the time to kiss his hips before finally turning your attention to where he looked most desperate for it. Just as your lips grazed the head of Levi’s cock, a set of hands grabbed your hips and lifted them back.
“Oop,” you yelped, your entire body shifting as your forehead landed on Levi’s thigh.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Erwin’s voice was dizzyingly rough. You knew from the tone that he had been watching. Staring as you and Levi tousled around their sheets. “But I was feeling a bit left out.”
He was teasing, you saw it in his eyes when you turned to look at him over your shoulder. He had undressed entirely per your instruction. And genuinely it was just insane how fit a college professor was. Was he doing crunches between lectures?
“So you decide to manhandle me?”
“Oh you don’t like it?” He swatted playfully at your ass. But it was hard enough to pitch you forward, and whatever taunting retort you had prepared was replaced with a whimper. One decorated in pleasure.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “I had a feeling.”
“Don’t toy with her, Erwin,” Levi complained, twisting the duvet in his fists as he looked down at the sight unfolding between his legs.
“Don’t be so impatient,” Erwin said as his fingers dipped between your legs. You were still wet from your orgasm, your slick smeared between your thighs at this point. He gathered some of it onto his fingers despite the way you squirmed. And you knew from the sound that when Erwin stopped petting you, he was coating himself with you. The imagery alone was filthy and the fact that it was happening inches away from your cunt had you clenching in anticipation around nothing.
“I gotta make sure she’s ready,” Erwin continued, his cock slipping between your folds as he rutted against you. Your eyes blinked closed from the feeling, your cheek smoothing against Levi’s thigh as you tried to keep your hips still. But it was an impossible task when Erwin began pressing into you. You knew he wasn’t small nor average. You just weren’t prepared for his girth. Erwin was thick as he pushed past your entrance and you nearly choked on your breath.
“Oh my,” you moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutched onto Levi’s thigh for stability. Because honestly? You were losing it.
Levi scooted down to cradle your face in his hands. He collected as much of your hair as he could into one fist before his other hand came down to thumb at your bottom lip.
“I know,” he consoled, taking some of the drool that seeped from the corner of your lips and rubbing it across your bottom one. “Just breathe.”
You tried to do as he requested, but you chose to distract yourself instead by stroking Levi’s cock again. It wasn’t coordinated by any means. But the way his stomach tensed and the gasp that fell from his mouth were enough to take your mind off of how Erwin was splitting you open.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Erwin grunted when he finally bottomed out. His hips were flush against you and he gave you a second to get used to him. His thumbs drew reassuring circles along the small of your back.
You rolled your hips experimentally, your eyes rolling slightly from his cock dragging languidly against your walls. His grip tightened on your hips and you assumed he was trying to control himself. For your sake. But that wasn’t necessary. Not when he filled you so thoroughly your brain began to dissolve into pleasant mush.
“Move,” you murmured into Levi’s skin, “please, Erwin, just…fuck me.”
“God,” he growled, his hips pulling away from you suddenly. “Do you know how sexy you are?”
His hips snapped back harshly and you jostled across Levi. Your nose tapped the hand that was still wrapped around Levi’s dick, involuntarily squeezing him when Erwin fucked you again. Harder.
“Ah,” you gasped, your inhale breaking before it got the opportunity to meet your lungs. Levi’s hands were still holding your face and when you peeked up at him the blush that erupted across his cheeks was enough to send flames licking down your own spine. He stared, mesmerized, at you and Erwin. Propped up on one elbow as his eyes jumped between the pair of you.
It was hard reassembling your thoughts into something coherent when Erwin was taking it upon himself to fuck you stupid. His previous restraint was completely gone. His thrusts were confident and measured. And when he found exactly what he was looking for after angling his hips just right, he abused it.
“That feel good?” There was the tiniest note of condescension in Erwin’s voice. Mostly because he knew the answer. He knew it felt good. He knew it from the way you pulsed around him and with how every one of his thrusts was met with a pathetic noise from your lips.
“Tell him,” Levi said, his hand gripping tighter in your hair to raise you slightly from the way you were plastered against him. “He likes to hear it. The bastard’s got an ego.”
Levi smirked as the words left him. The look he gave Erwin was dark and knowing and seductive. It was hot enough to make your stomach swirl with the tingles of an impending orgasm. But you didn’t want to come so soon again.
“It feels good,” you muttered, leaning forward to press your lips against Levi’s dick.
“Feels really good,” you slurred, the words ghosting themselves across Levi’s erection as you followed your hand up towards his tip. You flattened your tongue, messily swiping his head across it until you were satisfied with how much saliva pooled there.
You couldn’t guarantee that this would be the best blow job Levi had ever received considering your current state, but you weren’t sure if it even mattered. Because as soon as you wrapped your lips around Levi—as soon as your mouth enclosed around him— and you slid him to the back of your throat, he was curling into you. His hips bucked of their own volition. You gagged, but you didn’t stop. His fist pulled your hair harsher against your scalp as his other hand fell away to grasp the one you held at the base of his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Levi whined, his chin falling to his chest. You bobbed your head as best you could, following each motion with a stroke of your hand. You set a quick pace, mostly because of how desperate Levi was. His hips couldn’t stay still, and your tempo seemed to mimic Erwin’s. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking wetly against skin and moans so primal and erotic that despite how much sweat coated your skin you couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked through you.
Erwin snuck a skilled hand between your thighs. You didn’t notice at first until his fingers met your clit and an electric shock shot up your spine. The circles he rubbed against you were unrelenting. He was attempting to coax, to goad, your orgasm from you. You were so sensitive your whole body seized up.
Levi was now doing most of the work for you to get himself off. He fucked your face, albeit considerately, as you nails dug into the bedspread and your eyes rolled back. You tried breathing through your nose but it was unnatural. Your mind could only focus on how intensely you were about to come. On how delirious fear tickled at your consciousness before you succumbed to the pleasure that was seemingly being stolen from you.
Your world went black, and then staticky, and then black again. You went limp between them, allowing the relentless waves to pull you under. You only partially registered when Levi pulled you off of him. You were barely able to open your eyes in time to watch as Levi came all over your tongue.
“Shit,” Erwin hissed from behind you, his thrusts weren’t as rhythmic as before. He was getting close and you could tell, but time was lost to you. It was just a gooey, saccharine puddle of nothingness.
“Come here,” Erwin said, his voice nothing but gravel as he helped you upright. You sagged against his shoulder, your head falling back as you blinked up at him. He had a hand pressed to your collarbone as his eyes raked over your face.
“So pretty, baby,” he whispered in awe and despite how depleted you were, a morsel of desire flared up inside of you. The flames fanned brighter when he kissed you, licking Levi’s cum from your mouth. You whimpered weakly, a victim to a torment that you would willingly endure if it was offered to you every single time. It didn’t take much for Erwin to come after that. A few short, merciless thrusts and he was finishing.
Levi caught you when you collapsed forward. His strong arms gathered around your pliant body as he guided you onto the mattress. He pushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, kissing your temple and cheek as you found your bearings again. As you steadied your irregular breaths.
“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” you blurted raspily, turning your head to nuzzle into Levi’s neck.
“What?” He laughed, his hand stopping as he attempted to tilt your head towards him.
“My legs,” you repeated, a small, sheepish smile playing on your lips. “I can’t feel them.”
You blinked up at him slowly, satiated yet bone tired. The space beside you dipped under Erwin’s weight.
“Why don’t I run you a bath?” He suggested, his fingers massaging the thigh closest to him adoringly. “I think we’ve got some epsom salt stashed somewhere around here.”
“It’s under the sink,” Levi confirmed, sitting up slightly to look over at Erwin.
“Fine,” you said sleepily, following Levi’s gaze to catch Erwin’s. “But I can’t bathe alone. I might drown.”
Erwin dropped his head to your shoulder to hide his chuckle, but you felt it shake through him anyway. You tried to hide your cheeky smile but it was hopeless. Satisfied delirium was settling deep into your bones and there really was no use fighting how beautifully content you were.
“Lucky for you I’m certified in CPR, but just in case I’ll join you,” he replied, giving you one last peck to your lips before he slid off the bed in the direction of the bathroom.
“And what are you gonna do?” You stretched against Levi, lifting your arms to hug around his neck.
“I’m,” he paused to wiggle away from you as your fingers began to wander down his spine, “going to change these sheets.”
