His breath is hot against the nape of your sweat sheened neck, his hand resting in a hotter, tighter grip around the front base of your throat. His low, almost pained groans fall into your ear like the stream of a lazy river, ever present and melodic in an urgent rhythm.
His hips match the same urgent but deliberate tempo, rushed but thoughtful, primal yet purposeful. He’s fucking into you with no restraint, nearly folding you in half with your ass flush against his hipbones and cock buried in you beyond the hilt, stuffing you full of him. He fucks you like it’s a necessary evil, a means to an end that will never come. Almost believing that if he takes as much as he can from you now, he won’t ever have to crawl back into your arms or between your legs ever again. But you both know that won’t ever be the case. At least not any time soon.
He hates needing you as much as he does, which is at all. He hates how you make his cock rock hard and drool with pre just from catching a whiff of your perfume out in the wild, or how something as simple as seeing your favorite color somewhere makes the blood rush to his cock like a knee jerk reaction. Anything that has to do with you leaves him feeling stuck in some kind of haze inducing whirlwind, it's infuriating.
Nothing feels innocent anymore, not when his brain is a landfill full of lewd depravity. He hates that he can't seem to just be normal, that seeing your favorite color does nothing but remind him of the way you look sprawled out in his bed, adorned in nothing but his favorite pair of panties that you only seem to wear when you haven't seen him in awhile. He views the sight as if it were a special, unspoken treat for him and him only.
But what he really loves about it is how your arousal always seems to soak through the crotch of your panties and splotch over the gusset, making it a shade darker than the rest of the material. He thinks that it’s quickly becoming his secret favorite color.
And he's aware of how fucked up that is, how fucked up it all is - and that he should be disgusted with himself, revolted that he’s taking advantage of a girl as young as you. You're damn near walking jailbait. A girl as young as his daughter. A college girl with her life ahead of her, a girl who shouldn’t be anywhere near a man like him.
But he can’t bring himself to hold back, no matter how much everything in him tells him that he should. He can't ever seem to pull away from you, especially not now, while you're gripping onto the forearm he has locked under your breasts while he fucks you from behind. You're squeezing his toned arm with your soft hands for dear life, holding onto him like he’s your anchor of safety when he’s anything but.
The way you press yourself back up against him drives him crazy, as if the millisecond of him pulling out just to thrust right back in is a millisecond too long for you to bear without being fully impaled on his cock. The way you need him is a new type of addiction he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to kick.
And when he slips his hand from under your breasts and down between your sticky thighs to rub your clit, he chuckles a dark and lazy laugh into your neck. He’s breathless as he kisses the glistening skin there, feeling you gasp and tense up in his arms from the way he’s toying with your clit.
“Watch.” is all he says into the warm crevice of your shoulder, placing another kiss upon the skin there before he grabs your jaw and points your gaze up towards the bathroom mirror, slamming hard into you just to watch your face contort and brows draw up so prettily, bitten lips dropping open with a drawn out whimper.
“I love you,” you cry, nearly sobbing on his cock, babbling what he considers to be nonsense as he fucks you. His teeth fall hard into each other, his hand trembling imperceptibly between your grinding thighs. He’s quick to recover and continues rubbing your little clit with mind numbing circles, trying his best to not be thrown off with your sudden declaration.
He doesn’t want to accept the possibility that you actually mean it, that you could feel anything for someone like him besides surface level lust. And he especially doesn’t want to acknowledge that he might feel anything beyond that either.
So he doesn’t. He just grunts and bends you over completely into the sink, holding you tight and firm with one hand clamped shut over your mouth while the other circles hard over your clit. Your rising sounds lay muffled in his palm, your eyes squeezed shut as you lay there bent and nearly bred full of him, trying desperately to fuck yourself onto his pulsing cock.
“F-fuck,” he stutters, collapsing on top of you and swallowing your figure whole with his broad back curling over yours, shoving his cock as deep as it could possibly go inside you, pumping you full of his cum. He thrusts a few times, shallow and slow, using your tight cunt to milk himself of everything he’s got.
Once he’s pulled out and cleaned the cum that came dribbling out your well used hole, he dresses you, gentle and delicate unlike the way he handled you only moments prior. Before he can say anything, or even pull you in close for a delicate embrace to counteract the way he had just ravaged you, something cuts him off.
“Babe? Where are you?” the voice belonging to your boyfriend calls out from a distance, blissfully ignorant to what you had just participated in. He’s barely audible with how far away he seems to be, but much to your dismay, you’re able to hear him loud and clear. You can hear the beckoning calls for your name, innocent and unaware, and you can feel the guilt begin to manifest itself inside your chest all over again.
The sound of his voice additionally triggers your awareness of how the already sensitive mood between you and the man looming above you has begun to grow sour and awkward, thick with something uncomfortably palpable. And that’s how you know it’s time to go.
So you do, begrudgingly of course. You sigh quietly, leaning up on your toes to press one last kiss to his cheek, your hand resting against his chest, pretending to not notice the way his heart hammers into your palm as you do so.
“I’ll see you later.” you whisper, before pushing past him to exit the bathroom and re-enter your best friend’s birthday party once more, leaving him alone and filled with the post clarity of accepting the fact that he just got done fucking his daughter’s best friend on her birthday.
Father of the year, isn’t he?
SUGURU GETO, Erwin Smith, Leon Kennedy, JOEL MILLER, Modelo!Yuji Itadori, Jean Kirstein, Satoru Gojo, JOSEPH JOESTAR, Jotaro Kujo, Jack Abbot, MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH, Ethan Winters, Mikey Berzatto, Reiner Braun, RICK GRIMES, Nanami Kento, Kakashi Hatake, Leone Abbacchio, Tangerine, Miche Zacharius, All Might, LEORIO PALADIKNIGHT, CHARLIE SWAN, and your favorite husband!
a/n : hiii i couldn’t stop listening to dark but just a game n out came this :P hope yall liked it <3
I’m sorry guys I can’t stay silent for much longer… I have to speak my mind. Miche Zacharius is one of the most attractive aot character's and extremely underrated. Idc if he only had like 15 min of screen time in the whole show. I am extremely attracted to him and he looks so perfect.
This smut contains: Gentle!Dom Miche, fingering, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), face riding/nose grinding, P in V, multiple positions, use of Rank in bed, mention of aftercare.
((Enjoy, you sinners 😈. It's kind of a long read, so be prepared lol)) . . .
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He was always so damn intimidating. Even standing in front of him right now. Watching his eyes look you over, as if he was assessing you..it made your stomach churn.
You could barely hear him inhale through his nose. Savoring your nerves. Your anticipation. Wearing a nightgown that covered your arms and legs did nothing to actually shield you.
Miche sat there with his legs spread, still in his uniform, with his gaze locked onto your form. Every curve, every line was making his mouth water. You wouldn't know how starved he was for you with how stoic he was. His brows furrowed, and the subtle clench of his jaw gave nothing away.
He nodded his head at you, that raspy baritone of his pulling you from your self-consciousness.
"You're nervous. Breathe for me."
He commanded, watching you take a steady, shaking breath. Then another. Your pounding heart wasn't helping.
Miche leaned back in his seat, brushing his ash blonde hair out of his eyes. He beckoned you closer with a slight motion, a grunt leaving his throat. Every step towards him made your legs feel so weak. Standing before him, you went to crawl into his lap. The Section Commander placed a firm hand onto your hip, guiding you to turn your back to him.
"Bring your ass against me, and don't be so stiff. I got you."
His own breathing had deepened, his words laced with greed as he looked you in the eye. Your obedience, the shape of your waist, and the flesh of your ass made him throb in his uniform pants. It was borderline painful, but he was a man of restraint. The weight of his heavy, calloused palms anchored you in his lap, as the fabric of the silk covering your hips was pushed up towards your waist. His fingers moved with surprising grace, lifting just under the skin of your thighs to hook your legs over his own. You were spread, your back against the rumbling of his chest, and your head lying back against the space of his shoulder. His stubble was already grazing your skin as he pressed his tongue against your pulse line, tasting your skin and those pheromones that were driving him into quiet madness.
"There we go..right where I want you."
Miche wanted nothing more than to break you, but he knew he had to be tender with his size difference. However, that didn't stop him from steadily, aggressively rocking his hard-on against the pit of your cunt. His heavy hands reached under your thighs, lifting them just enough to leave you helpless. Everything felt hot, from your cheeks to your breath, until his fingers finally reached into your panties.
Thick and weighted, he smeared your arousal up and down your pussy lips, a heavy, rumbling growl vibrating in his chest. Your soft, shaking moans only growing louder as he spread the mess over your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves so tenderly.
"So fucking soaked for me. That's right baby, let me make you forget everything."
He spoke with a rasp in your ear, slowly plunging his fingers into you. The sound alone was obscene, but he seemed to revel in it. Miche wanted more. He wanted you to stain his hand with your cum. That way, he could smell you whenever he pleased. Wanted you absolutely embedded into his skin.
Your repeated words of "please" and "Section Commander" only made him smile. The drag of his large fingers pulling out and pushing deeper, rubbing up against that spongy place near the top, his thumb still circling your clit, it was no wonder your first orgasm dripped down onto his floor. Staining the crotch of his pants. His lips latched onto your neck as you writhed, suckling and kissing the skin as your thighs trembled.
"You want the bed, gorgeous?"
You nodded weakly, voice lost from how he'd already made you scream. After he licked his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back at the taste, Miche maneuvered your body in his arms. Carrying you bridal style to his significantly larger bed, his heavy footsteps acting as a tolling bell to a pleasurable demise.
The second you were sat down, he tugged the nightgown over your head, tossing it aside. He began to work on his uniform, his eyes pinning you to the center.
"Spread your legs. Keep playing with yourself. I want my meal ready before I start eating."
You nodded, immediately moving to slide your panties down your legs. You kept your eyes on Miche as your fingers replaced his own, making you writhe and whimper at how sensitive the mound was. Meanwhile, his eyes shamelessly locked onto the sight, his burly form revealed as he tossed away his jacket, boots, and shirt. At least he didn't have to deal with that stupid harness, his belt coming off easily.
"Such a good girl. Fuck, your pheremones are so strong."
He sniffed the air, that cocky smirk returning to his chiseled features. Instructing you to lie back, he got on his knees, kissing your inner thighs and watching you lick your essence from your fingers. His stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin, before his tongue licked flat up your cunt.
"Grind on my nose. That's what it's there for."
He encouraged, before spreading your pussy lips and thrusting his tongue into your aching hole. His hands kept you flush against his face, pulling down on your hip and pressing your thigh back. Miche absolutely devoured you, lapping you up, suckling, and slurping as if you were all he craved. His jaw strained, but he didn't care, his eyes rolling back as he worshipped you.
Watching you scream, arch your back, seeing your flesh jiggle, God it made him so painfully hard. He was throbbing and pulsing. He couldn't take it.
"Fuck this. Sit on my face. All the way down."
He said it like a command, but it came out nearly begging. He looked absolutely feral, his lips parted and panting as he licked them, helping you line your pussy up with his mouth. He smirked as he watched you hesitate, slapping your ass and grabbing the fat.
"Hey, don't worry about me. Don't give a fuck about me, I want you to cum on my mouth."
He grinned wolfishly, closing his eyes in pure bliss as you finally sat down. Grabbing the headboard, you allowed his hands to guide you. Slapping you down onto his tongue, grinding against the thick, hard ridge of his nose, you were so close to cumming again. Miche felt drunk off of you. Looking up the expanse of your belly, watching your tits bounce and jiggle as you abused his tongue, it was the most perfect sight to him. Especially when you arched your back, giving him more to swallow once your went taut.
"C-Commander, f-uck, ah-!"
He'd never felt more full. Helping you lift off of him, watching you tumble onto the bed with your breaths coming out in heavy pants, he licked his lips, your scent lingering on his mustache and making him impatient. He pulled you into a deep, dominating kiss, parting your lips so you could taste yourself. Inhale the very scent that drove him to madness.
"I'm so fucking hard. You can give me one more, yeah? Wanna be balls deep inside of you."
He rasped out, watching you nod and smile in a daze. He loomed over you, pulling you against him and nipping at the skin of your neck. The taste of your sweat-slicked skin absolutely addicting. You could feel the weight of his cock against you, the underside sliding against your slick. He was heavy. Thick. Throbbing and begging for release.
"Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your face when I stretch you out."
"Miche, please, please go slow."
You whined, and he nodded. Slowly, teasingly nudging the tip inside of you. The heat of him, the sensation of the stretch, it would have been so painful if he hadn't prepped you like a mad man. He let go of a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back at the salvation he found within you. Rocking his hips to get deeper and deeper, he turned his attention to the "O" shape of your mouth, and the flushed skin on your face and chest.
"Fuck, it's so good, baby..such a fucking mess for me. I'm sliding right in."
It felt so filling. You were pinned. Your thighs rested on his as his size kept you spread open. You could feel the beat and throb of his cock, your cunt clenching around him. Once he was fully sheathed, you could see the restraint in his face. His hand dug into the pillow beside your head, his other one holding your waist to keep you arched. He wanted to cum right there, but he knew that wouldn't be fair. He wanted to stuff you properly, so he held himself back. And yet, he was giving shallow thrusts to ease you.
"Shit, hun, please..please let me fuck you so good. God, I wanna fucking destroy you right now, it's so tight."
"Take me. Take me, Miche."
You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek as an act of reassurance. You swore you saw the devil in him once those words left your lips. He kissed your palm, moving to sit on his knees as his hands moved to cup your ass and hips. With a low growl, he lifted your lower half, pounding with no mercy. Every beat of his cock slamming inside of you made the bed shake. Skin slapped against skin, and you knew you'd have bruises in the morning.
"That's it, that's my good girl. Taking my cock like such a greedy slut. She missed me, huh? This pussy missed my fat cock? Tell me. Fucking tell me!"
He degraded you so well. Your moans and screams were relentless as you swore you saw stars. He was beating up against your cervix, the head hitting that delicious spot inside of you over and over.
"Yes-!! My pussy missed you, it missed you so much, Miche, fuck-!!"
He headboard was slamming against the wall now. Even as he loomed over you, pressing your knees back towards your chest. He was grunting and moaning shamelessly in your ear, folding you into a mating press as his balls slapped against your skin repeatedly.
"Take it, milk me dry, baby. You're gonna take every fucking drop I give you."
He growled, going harder and harder, not caring about the pain building up in his hips. He wanted to see this through, wanted to finish making a mess of you. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, leaving red scratch marks as you felt him bully his dick inside of you.
"Cum in me, cum in me, please!"
He was so weak for your whines. He rutted and screamed out as his cum shot deep and hot inside of your womb. Miche couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, gritting his teeth as he pumped you full. Your own orgasm followed, clenching and keeping him inside.
"Fuck, Miche, milk it in me,"
"I know gorgeous, I got you."
He whispered, trembling as he released your legs. His hands massaged them so tenderly, his body gently lifting so he could pull out without hurting you. Looking down, he saw the mess he'd made of you, smiling with exhausted satisfaction.
"You hurting, beautiful?"
He asked, concerned as he rubbed your lower belly. Once you shook your head "no", he lied down, bringing you to rest on top of him.
Heavy breathing left you both. Cupping your cheek, he placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling against the skin.
"You did so good. My beautiful girl, I'll take good care of you. Anything you want."
You thought for a moment, smiling as you rested your chin on the back of your hand, turning to look up at his face.
"A bath..then, maybe some food."
A hearty chuckle escaped him. He nodded, lying his head back, rubbing your back and hips with gentle care.
Do you have any fluffy hcs for the rdotes like with reader 😋
Hi anon! I've had a few ideas over the years.
Erwin
He and Reader trade book suggestions often. He gives her some title about schools of philosophy, and she says he ought to try a mystery novel. They'll use reading together as a form of aftercare or a way to wind down before going to bed.
He's probably the most sappy. Especially when he's tired or drunk. He could start a tangent about Reader's beauty that wouldn't stop until someone interrupted him.
He's the most likely to buy gifts for Reader. One of the greatest advantages of discovering more nations after the war is the diversity of gifts he could find that remind him of her.
He likes to host and his home is used the most often for the four to meet. It's only spruced up and furnished pleasantly because Reader stepped in to help (Erwin's a tidy man, but he didn't usually devote time to decor. She brought his home from a generic living space to an actual sanctuary).
Although the foursome agrees to destroy evidence of their relationship, Erwin has held onto Reader's letter of promotion (see: promoted) and keeps it in the bottom drawer of his desk. Sometimes he sees it when rifling through the drawer and relives the sexy memories.
Levi
He's not physically affectionate but he makes up for it in other ways. When he's not topping, he's serving: cleaning up, pouring a glass of water, etc. Getting chores done and running errands is his form of showing appreciation.
Fairly often, he becomes Reader's pseudo-roommate. He doesn't have his own house and he doesn't want to stay in the same wing as the other senior officers, so he finds Reader's room and stays there during the night. He won't sleep much, but it's quieter than anywhere else.
Tangentially to that, he likes to stand watch. He wants to be the person Reader can safely fall asleep beside, and the person that makes sure nobody disturbs her.
He and Reader use fitness as their way of spending time together. They'll train on ODM gear, partially because Levi insists on Reader staying strong and partially because he likes how she looks in the ODM harness.
Miche
Like in AoT Junior High, I do think Miche greatly enjoys cooking. The trio probably wasn't expecting to gain an incredible chef when Miche joined the dynamic, but they're pleased about it.
(so Erwin hosts, Miche cooks, and Levi cleans. it's a convenient little arrangement)
I also always wrote Miche as the most "boyfriend" of the three. He'd be the one Reader is most likely to share hobbies with or go out for non-kinky reasons.
Similarly, he's fairly affectionate. Erwin uses words and Levi completes tasks, but Miche is physical and cuddly with his affection. If he wants Reader to know that he misses her, he'll hold her for hours on end.
He wants Reader to indulge often as well. Whereas the other two might suggest curfews or limits on indulgences, Miche finds more pleasure in participating alongside Reader rather than governing her. Whether that be snacking, taking time off, or even drinking (see: Drinking on Duty), he's pretty excited about being Reader's partner in crime.
more headcanons here!
Thank you for the ask!! I greatly appreciate it :)
↠ summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.
↠ word count: 6,055
↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith
↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, emotional manipulation. NSFW (heavy noncon, drugging/aphrodisiac, mindbreak, bondage, anal, voyeurism/exhibitionism, fingering, creampies, overstimulation, miche's inhuman refractory period)
A knock on the door had you all snapping your attention to the front door.
The days have blended together, you only knew it must have been the weekend because Erwin hasn’t left. Tension clung to all three of you. Anticipation was apparent on Erwin as well as Levi’s dread. Whatever they agreed upon that night, they were on opposing sides and you were left in the middle.
The wounds on your ass were almost healed. It didn’t hurt to sit anymore. The bruising didn’t ache and your muscles were no long tender. The main problem was the cuts that were scabbed over, but one wrong shift could reopen them with ease.
Today, oddly enough, you all sat on the couch. Levi kept his distance and Erwin had you sitting on his lap on his recliner. You had attempted to struggle, but Levi snapped you this look that screamed don’t make this worse for yourself. So you gritted your teeth, Erwin sat you sideways with his large hand rubbing up and down your outer thigh. Your skin crawled at the touch.
A thin, flimsy veil of peace blanketed you all. No one talked as the TV raged on, some stupid news channel Erwin enjoyed. The knocked ripped that veil wide open to reveal the truth. Erwin and Levi whipped their heads to each other.
They weren’t expecting visitors so soon.
Levi slowly got up and slunk over to the window. From the sliver of curtain he opened, you saw the neighbor standing there. The old man seemed to be uncomfortable.
Like last time, you expected Levi to open the door and Erwin clamp a hand over your mouth to keep you silent, but Levi waltzed over to you. Silently, Levi grabbed you and through you over his shoulder. A small oof left you as it dug into your stomach.
Turning the corner, Levi took you down the hall where the laundry room is. In the distance, you heard Erwin greet the old man. Adjacent to the laundry room was a door you never really noticed. Flinging it open, a small closet with various cleaning products greeted your nose. Dropping you down on your feet, Levi shoved you inside.
“Keep quiet,” His stare and tone was icy.
You were ready to protest, but he shut the door on you. Annoyed as darkness swarmed you, a lock clicking had you frantically clutch the knob. Twisting it over and over only confirmed he locked you inside. You were tempted to kick the slab of wood, though Levi seemed to be in a no bullshit mood.
Stuck in the small, dim closet, you were surprisingly okay. No fear enveloped you. Maybe it was because you weren’t restrained or it was Levi who locked you inside. Either way, you only felt relief this wasn’t added to the long list of things you would definitely need to work out with a therapist when you escape.
Pressing your ear to the door, he walked down the hall and back to what you assumed was the living room. A faint conversation could be heard. They invited the old man inside? Shifting yourself, you tried to see if you could hear better at a different angle. It was all for naught.
The three men carried on, only one of them not knowing the others were harboring a woman they kidnapped. Your survival instincts begged you to kick up a fuss, but what could an elderly man do against two men in their prime? Sure if they—well, Levi—had to resort to killing the neighbor to keep him silent, it would raise some suspicions. But would it be traced back to them? And to be frank, you weren’t going to sacrifice the lives of others for the sake of your freedom.
Many would call you a coward or weak, but you couldn’t help thinking of the nurse at the hospital. She could have been your out, same with the old man, but Levi was fast and ruthless. The second he sniffed you snitching, their throats would be cut or they would be beaten to a pulp. So you stayed silent. It’s okay you will make it out on your own, or at least you can only hope.
Life just had other plans for you, though. Stepping one foot backwards to get into a more comfortable position, you hit what you think is a dustpan that had you clambering to not fall. Clutching blindly into the air, you slipped forward and audibly smacked against the door.
The house falls silent.
You hold your breath. Clenching your eyes closed, the intrusive thoughts ran rapid. You can vividly visualize Levi slinging an arm around the old man’s throat and squeeze so tight his eyes almost pop out of his head. Clutching his head, he snapped the poor neighbor’s neck with such ease. Then both Erwin and Levi will storm down the hall. Levi would pry you away from the closet. Maybe this will be it and they will slaughter you as well. Finally realize you are more trouble than you are worth. Then they will bury your body in the backyard and when people question the upturned earth, they will reply they are fixing their septic tank. Or maybe they are building a pool, or they want to take up gardening. Your rotting corpse would make good fertilizer.
The old man’s gruff laugh ripped you from your spiraling thoughts. Crashing down from the adrenaline, you collapsed onto the floor. More shuffling resonated. The front door creaked open. A few more words were exchanged and then it shut with a firm bang.
Soft footsteps mosied over to the closet. You knew it was Levi before he even unlocked the door. Your left eye squinted as the hallway and sunlight poured in. Levi looked somewhat confused as to why you were on the ground. His eyes shifted to your foot still on the dustpan.
“You broke my dustpan.”
Looking down, in your clumsy fumble, you snapped it the side clean off. Grumbling, you responded, “I didn’t mean to.”
He hummed while looking off the the side, he continued, “Is that what this ruckus was about?”
You were going to respond, but he reached down and clutched on your upper arm. Hauling you upwards, he dragged you back into the living. Erwin marched out of the mudroom, looking displeased.
“She fell,” Levi barked, not letting you go.
“How does that matter, Levi,” Erwin sauntered over closer, almost like he's studying him.
“She didn’t do it on purpose.”
You whipped your head to Levi and gaped at him. Why was he defending you now?
“Just because it was an accident now, doesn’t mean it will be in the future.”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
Erwin scowled for a moment, before slipping on a cold mask, “Last time I checked, you wanted this, too. Don’t tell me, have you really grown soft?”
Levi clicked his tongue and pushed you away from him. You stumbled a few steps before catching yourself. Landing closer to Erwin you stared up at him. He regarded you for a moment before focusing back on Levi.
“Don’t come crying to me when this one breaks, too. I won’t be there to pick up the pieces. I’m done, Erwin.”
At that, Levi stormed off further into the house. Scared at what he meant about you breaking too, you backed up from Erwin.
Erwin reached out and pet your hair, not caring that you flinched. “Don’t worry, princess, he will come around. Sometimes he gets like this. When things don’t go his way, he gets even brattier than you.” Those bright blues squinted as he gave a small chuckle. He said it like it was a joke between you two, but you could only curl in on yourself. Dread sat heavy in your bones.
Erwin was a lot more codependent on Levi than he liked to admit. After watching TV for about a couple hours, did Erwin cave first and went to find Levi. By now, the sun had set. You didn’t keep track of how long those two conversed as you blankly watched the screen. As small as it was, it’s time like these made you having your own phone. You hated cable and wanted something else to entertain yourself with. A frustrating ache built up, the type that makes your skin itch.
A firm knock startled you. Though the rapping didn’t came from the front porch. It sounded like on the other side of the house. You knew it wasn’t from the basement, that was too close.
Standing up, cautious, you were about to round the couch when Erwin and Levi emerged from upstairs. Levi walked down the hall to as Erwin kept going to straight past your old bedroom. Both were so lax despite the possible guest.
“Levi?” You called, confused.
“Help me make some tea.”
Unable to argue you followed him into the kitchen. He pointed for you to sit at the island and you obeyed. Another deep voice paired with Erwin’s rang through the house. Both their lumbering footsteps approached. Your heart raced as you watched the opening of the kitchen.
Both men emerged and your muscles locked, ready to run. The other man beside Erwin was somehow larger than him. He was massive, standing about an inch taller than Erwin with broader shoulders. He easily took over the space around him. He stayed silent as Erwin spoke.
Guiding his guest into the living room, the strange man glanced at you for a brief moment. Those haunting hazel eyes sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t help feeling like a rabbit about to be torn into. Besides that, neither men acknowledge you.
Your fingers dug into wood of the stool. Despite asking you to help, Levi didn’t beckon you over. He let you sit as he glided across the kitchen to brew the tiny tea leaves. Standing on his tip-toes, he grabbed two tea cups with saucers along with a metal tray. The clanking of porcelain and metal grated your ears.
Out the corner of your eye, you observed Erwin and the guest. The guest had his arms crossed, pushing his pecs upwards. His biceps bulged in his grey long sleeve. Erwin spoke to him and he nodded along, but other than that he didn’t respond. Whatever Erwin said sounded underwater. Despite trying your best, you couldn’t focus on the words.
The kettle whistling had you flinch back so hard, your spine banged against the corner. Levi moved it off the burner. Pivoting, he brought his focus back to you as he waited for it to cool. You were obviously hyperventilating, your body vibrated with the need to take flight.
Levi subtly shook his head. He knew that look, you were going to spring out of your chair and do something you would later regret. Digging your nails further into the stool, you forced yourself to stay.
Erwin cleared his throat. Shifting his eyes to the large man, Levi perked up like he was given a command. Who's really the dog here? Following his line of sight, Erwin had nodded his head upwards. Levi went back to the kettle and sat it on the tray.
Lifting it up with two hands, he barked, “Come.”
Not wanting to be alone with both Erwin and the stranger, you hopped off the chair and stumbled after Levi. You followed so close you almost stepped on his heels. The strange man glimpsed at you again this time a tiny smile tilted his lips upwards. You squeezed your hands into fists to resist the urge to clutch onto Levi’s shirt.
Down the hall and to the left, Levi guided you upstairs. With such poise, none of the cups or kettle shifted on the tray. Tottling along, he walked down the hall to the door that sat at the end.
“Open the door.”
Shuffling past him, you opened the mysterious door that piqued your curiosity last week. Upon entering the room, in the corner was in home bar. There was a shelf embedded into the wall that had various whiskys, wines and rums stacked together. Midway was a small counter against the wall that had a built in mini fridge under it. Bracketing it was two cabinets.
Crossing further into the room, a window sat next to the bar with its ruby red curtain shut. And next to that was a bookshelf lined from ground to ceiling with many books of different genres. Levi went into the center of the room and here you realized it was L-shaped. Against the right side of room was more bookshelves along with two seats of dark woven fabric with a circle table in the middle. There, Levi place the tray down.
Parallel to the chairs was a couch with a side table that sat at the protruding corner of the L. The couch was a deep velvet with intricate wood backing. It was a wide couch pushed up against the wall. Tucked in the corner by the couch was a lamp that cascaded a warm, dim light.
Levi grabbed your shoulders and forced you to sit on the very comfortable couch. Grabbing the tea cup on the left in the strange way he does, he sat beside you.
He swirled your cup before handing it to you, “Drink it all.”
Hesitantly, you reached for it and hugged it between your palms. Levi stared down, waiting for you to listen. Biting the corner of your lip, you bring it to your nose and stared at it. Nothing seemed wrong with it. Wanting something to sooth you, you downed the tea all in one go. You winced at the burn from the scolding liquid. Smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, your face pinched at the odd aftertaste.
It settled weird in your stomach. “What was that?”
Levi didn’t answer your question. He hung over you to reach for the side table. You leaned back as he hovered. Opening the drawer, he snapped his gaze to regard you for a moment. His steel eyes were lined with purple dark circles that only called more attention to his piercing glare. You were like a butterfly pinned to a cork board.
Slamming the drawer, he grabbed what he needed with one hand. Sit back, you had room to breathe once more. You breath picked up at the proximity. Your chest heaved, you almost felt too warm for your clothes.
Glancing down, held in Levi’s grasp was a leather harness, that forsaken bone gag and the mittens.
“What’s going on?” You asked both about the restraints and as the heat built in your stomach. Unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together to seek relief. Tears pricked your waterline.
“It’s better if you don’t know. Just for once, fucking behave.”
Forcing yourself up, you scooted closer to Levi and grabbed his thighs. Your body shook as you resisted the urge to hump the cushions beneath you. “What did you do to me?”
Levi clutched your chin and forced eye contact, “It will ease the pain.”
More heavy, pitchy exhales tumbled out your mouth. His touch burned and yet soothed the ache. Shaking your head, you tried to rip his grip off you to gain a clearer mind. Though as he let you go, you didn’t stop clutching onto his wrist.
“Did you drug me?” You seethed.
He avoided your question. “It’s only natural for bitches to go into heat, though I think it’s past the season.”
“T-that’s- hah! that’s not funny,” You were succumbing to the drug faster than you wanted.
“I’m not trying to be.”
He forced your hand off his and reached for your shirt. You went to slap his hands away, but he gripped your wrists and tugged you to him. Nose to nose.
“Don’t make this difficult. You’re lucky it’s me getting you ready. Miche won’t be so lenient and Erwin is at his wits end with you. So fucking knock it off.”
You sniffled as the want to cry came back, “What’s going to happen to me?”
Levi let go off your wrists and went for your shirt again. Your arms lifted as he took the material off. Folding it, he placed it behind him. He took the bone gag first.
“Open.”
“Levi?” You whined.
Placing the cool rubber against your lips, you parted the soft flesh. Your jaw dropped to accommodate the gag. Levi reached behind you and made sure none of your hair caught in the belt.
As he threaded the leather through the hoop, he spared you once glance before going back to his work. “You’re going to be broken in.”
Your cheeks wet as the tears finally spilled over. Levi swiped a thumb against your cheekbone to catch the salty water. He didn’t offer anymore solace. Grabbing the harness, he pulled it over your head. The belts for your arms was loose. Tucking your arms through each hole so the leather sat under your armpits and across your chest, he tighten them to be snug. Hooking his fingers through the middle piece, he tugged to make sure nothing was cutting off circulation.
The harness sat right above your breasts, framing them in an alluring way. Levi reached up and thumbed your right nipple. Highly sensitive, you keened and bucked your hips. Swirling the bud, it pebbled beneath his callused digit. Arching further into him, Levi cupped the other breast. Kneading the fat, he pinched the nipple between his fingers. The other he tweaked to hear you cry out.
Tilting himself closer to you, he dragged his nose against your temple. “Doesn’t it feel good? Just give in and nothing bad will happen.”
Whimpering, you nodded your head, barely listening.
Levi angled his head and brushed his lips against your upper lip. He kissed at the corner of the gag. With one last pull, he departed from your breasts despite your begs to come back.
Satisfied, he took the mittens and you, upset he stopped, hid your hands behind your back.
Levi sighed, “You shitty brat, what the fuck is that going to achieve?”
You shrugged and then willingly gave up the appendages. Like muscle memory, your fingers curled in as he stole your mobility. He strung the chain through the hoop in the harness do your hands rested against your chest. The awkward angle made you look like when a dog stood on its hind legs.
“Is she ready?” Erwin’s voice had you sitting up straight. You didn't even notice him come in.
“Just about,” Levi explained.
With a glass of whisky in hand, Erwin walked to the chair and sat in the one on the right. Miche also strolled in, his arms crossed as he observed Levi at work. Coming over to you, he bent down and sniffed your shoulder. You flinched back, perplexed. His prominent nose brushed against skin before standing with a content smirk. He went back to Erwin and stood by the left chair, but did not sit.
Levi got up from the couch and forced you to fall forward. Guiding you, he had you lay on your chest with your hips in the air. Hooking his fingers through the pants and panties, he dragged them down. Your shoulder blades coiled in as you were exposed to a man—who Levi called Miche—you just met.
Miche whistled as he sauntered over, “She’s already wet.”
Levi didn’t respond and continued. He pulled the clothes off of you. Behind you, you heard the clanking of metal. You jumped as Levi’s cold hand clutched above your knee. Leather was looped in the crook of the joint. Forcing your legs wide, your hips curled up to accommodate the stretch. Another belt was tied to the other leg. A metal bar was between the cuffs, forcing you into the perfect arch.
A weight was lifted off the couch as Levi departed from your body. “She’s all yours.”
What?
Scooting further up the couch, you tried to rotate your hands to force yourself upwards when the sofa groaned from the heavy weight that placed itself behind you. A foreign hand gripped your hip and stopped your squirming.
A cold sweat broke out across your overheating skin. Due to the drug, your body welcomed the touch, but dread sat heavy in your stomach. Turning your head to the right, you saw Levi taking his own seat by Erwin. Besides the flash of acknowledgment, he turned his attention towards Erwin, both men ignoring you completely.
You were more confused and unable to do much to decipher the situation. The drugs made it hard to think. His rough fingers danced across the healing lesions across your ass. He could instantly tell what they were from.
“What nasty marks. No wonder they wanted me to help.” Miche’s voice was gruff and a deep timbre.
He trailed down further to your exposed cunt. With no warning, he shoved three fingers in to the hilt. You screamed as you sprung forward. It wasn’t exactly painful, but the stretch wasn’t pleasant. He grabbed the back of the harness and forced you still. Pulling his fingers out, he thrusted them back in with such force you gasped.
Drilling his digits in and out of you, he twisted them around until he found the spongy spot deep in you. You moaned loudly through the gag as he kept abusing the spot. Your nipples dragged against the velvet, only heightening your pleasure.
Levi and Erwin kept talking about something to do with business, but you could barely pay attention. They were mere background noise as Miche petted against your spasming walls. Letting go of the harness, he gripped your hip so you couldn’t run away from his fingers. His forearm tendons jumped with each pumped into your sensitive pussy.
His leg bracketed your right one so he could keep the perfect angle of fucking his digits deep in you. Miche avoided your throbbing clit which only made you whine. Your own wetness dripped down, caking your thighs and Miche’s hand. The drug had your cunt so sloppy. Squelching filled the room along with your moans. You were never this loud, but you couldn’t hold back.
Your eyes crossed as he didn’t stop his pace, his fingerpads hit the spot deep in your warm cunt. With a few more pumps, you came with a keen. You think that was the fastest you have ever came. Shame wanted to wash over you, but Miche wasn’t anywhere close to done.
He worked you through it until your hips wiggled from the overstimulation. Miche pulled his fingers out, but didn’t stop. Using the slick from your own orgasm, he started to swirl your puffy clit. Jumping, you tried to crawl away. It was too much, it wasn’t enough.
Miche quickly pulled you back. Using his thumb, he pressed into the rim of your asshole. He didn’t stop twirling your bud as he thumbed around the hole.
“Has her ass been used yet?”
“Not fucked, no,” Levi responded, monotone.
Miche hummed, pushing further in. He was able to breach inside, only one knuckle deep to continue playing with the bundle of nerves. Your thighs shook from the pleasure, you were already exhausted, but you needed more. And Miche delivered. Tugging against the hole, he kept swirling your clit at a steady, rapid pace. Rocking your hips back, you accidentally fucked yourself on his thumb.
Your cries rang through the room, but Levi and Erwin kept chatting, only stopping to take sips of their drinks. As you swiveled your hips, Erwin’s eyes stared at how Miche twiddled your clit, squishy, sloppy sounds breaching his ears. Both men were obviously hard under their pants, but didn’t nothing to relieve themselves. They either ignored you, or observed you like you were Sunday morning cartoons.
Pulling his thumb from your hole, you whined at the lose but it cut into a yelp. Miche slapped your pussy. He caught your clit with fingers. He did it again and again. In between he would press hard circles into the bud before smacking it once more.
Heaving, you came again with tears streaming down your face. Miche patted your clit twice. He left your cunt alone and took his hold of your hip. Slipping further down, you were spent, but your cunt still begged for more. How long does this fucking drug last?
Scooping your wetness that spilled from your cunt, Miche coated two of his fingers. Tapping against your hole, you tensed. Unlike Levi, Miche offered no solace as he forced his way inside. A scream bit out from the stretch. Your body shook as you attempted to kick your leg out to get him off.
Clutching onto your hip, he pulled your body backwards so you were speared onto his fingers. The air was punched out of you. Breathless, Miche fucked his finger into your ass like he did your cunt. He was fast and brutal, not caring to let you adjust.
A dichotomy of pain and your body seeking pleasure mixed in your gut. Ultimately, you gain barely any pleasure from this, but your mind was clouded. Little hiccups were chewed into the rubber as you were barely coherent.
Adding another finger, your back hunched. He scissored his fingers, stretching you past what felt like you could go. But you knew his goal. A tiny part of you was thankful he was even opening you up.
Cruelly, Miche ripped his fingers out of your hole. Your ass winked at him, trying to adjust to suddenly being empty. Now without his digits, the need built up again. Behind you, you could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants. Shuffling his pants down, his heavy cock slapped against his stomach.
“There’s lube in the drawer. Use it, we don’t need you fucking killing her,” Levi spoke, acknowledging what was going on in front of him.
That did not give you any confidence.
Miche huffed something close to a laugh and reached for the side table. Grabbing the bottle, he uncapped it with a click. You trembled, both terrified and antsy. You needed something in you or you’re going to cry. It hurt so bad, if you didn’t come soon you might just keel over.
Pouring the liquid into your ass, you winced at the cold. Spilling more into his hand, clicking sounds were heard as he fisted his own cock to coat it thoroughly. Repositioning himself so he kneeled right between your calves, he tapped his cock against your clit.
Perking up, you bucked your hip backwards.
Miche placed a hand on your lower back, anchoring you. Slipping his tip up, he place it right to your hole.
He leaned down to completely crowd you, “Look at you, begging for it. My favorite part of my job is to break in haughty little pets like you.”
At that, he bullied his way inside. Even with prepping you, he was too much, too big. Miche was definitely at least an inch bigger than Erwin. He didn’t care as he grabbed your waist. With his cockhead caught on the rim, he used his grip to force you backwards like before. You screamed as your toes curled as he pulled you further down. He fucked into you like you were a cocksleeve.
Trying to scramble away, you used your elbows, but he easily pulled you back down. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Sobbing, he thrusted until he was in to the hilt. Your brain short-circuited, unable to process the pain. Pouring more lube onto where you two were conjoined, he bucked his hips. Grabbing your harness, he lugged you up so you were suspending in the air as he pummeled his dick in you. Forcing you even further back, he clutched onto your throat so your head sat on his chest. He was so big, he swarmed you. All you could smell was his woodsy sent.
Canting his hips, he bounced you on his cock. Squeezing the sides of your throat, your already fuzzy brain went light headed. The room was a swirling mess of reds and browns. Reaching down, Miche twirled your clit. You hiccuped out moans. Miche grunted in your ear, loving how you clenched with each pinch of your clit.
Your cunt begged to be filled, but his cock stretched your ass so wide, the thin skin between the two made it almost feel like he was in your pussy, too. Both you and Miche’s thighs were soaked with cum and lube. The pap, pap, pap of his heavy balls clapping against you surrounded the room.
As he continued to circle and pull at your clit, a strange feeling built in your stomach. It was like when you held your pee in for too long. You squirmed, not knowing what was going on. Your mitted hands tried to clutch his wrist but it didn’t do much. Miche abused the bud over and over until it was too much.
Crying out, a thin liquid poured out from your pussy, soaking Miche’s hand, forearm and the couch. Miche’s chest bounced behind you as he let a out an amazed chuckle.
“Did you just fucking squirt? Did I break you already?”
He didn’t stop pinching your puffy clit even as you sobbed. Tears streamed down your face, embarrassed. You never squirted before and it was while you were being assaulted? Your heart smashed into the pieces as your body took over. You still wanted more.
From your spasming walls and your squirt caked on him, Miche couldn’t help himself and came deep in your ass. He shoved his dick to the hilt, his pelvis flush to your bum so not single drop dribbled out. Despite coming, his erection didn’t go down.
Releasing his hold on your neck, he dropped you back down on the couch. Reverting in on yourself, you kept your head towards the other men, but refused to look at them. Miche slipped out of you with a squelch. He groaned as he parted from the heat of your tight ass that gaped with his cum flooding out. Your squirt still on his hand, he pumped himself a few of times so both your juices mixed together.
Tilting your hips so you arched your back more, Miche swiped his thumb across your empty pussy. It was glossy and clenched with each brush. Adjusting himself, he crowded you further as he guided his cock to your hole.
You could only release a pathetic whine as he shoved far into you with such humiliating ease. If you could, you would slip your legs open further to welcome the stretch. He filled you in such an overwhelming way. Your cunt embraced him with no constraints. The curve of his dick hit right against your g-spot.
Little moans tumbled out, but you couldn’t do anymore than that. Finally filled in the way you craved had you stupid. He really did break you, fucked you dumb. Everything was blurry as you took every harsh pound. A keen broke out of you as he pet your clit.
Your body bounced with his thrust, your nipples dragged against the fabric to the point it hurt. It could have been second or hours when Miche thrusts picked up the pace, growing sloppy. No longer the consistent machine, he got lost in the wet heat of your cunt. Shoving your head down, he adjusted his position to fuck into you faster.
In a few more pumps, he came deep in your cunt. You whined at being flooded. He didn’t leave you just yet, and pinched your clit. You couldn’t even make a noise as you came, again.
Finally pulling out, Miche watched as his cooling cum for your ass dripped down into your cunt. He watched what he just stuffed you with drool out to paint your slippery thighs. Just staring at his own cum on you had him hard again. Not caring if you can take it or not, he needed to see it froth a white ring around the base of his cock.
Pushing himself back into your overworked pussy, he groaned at how sloppy you felt. You were barely able to make noise at this point. You whined as he laggardly drove in. Dragging his cock against your walls, his eyes didn’t leave the white forming around the hilt. You were nothing more than a lifeless doll at this point.
Tiny sparks of pleasure were cajoled out of you, the drug not yet out of your system. Going for your ass again, Miche shoved two fingers in deep. Not once did he leave your poor clit alone, swirling and swirling patterns into the bundle of nerves. Your lids fluttered as you came again, but it was so small, unsuspecting.
Almost at the last stretch of his own stamina, Miche slowly gyrated his hips. You were so still beneath him, so tuckered out, he knew his job was done. Fucking into you one last time, he spilled in you. He hissed as his cock hurt form the overstimulation. Pulling out sooner than he would like, he got exactly what he came for.
Warm cum drool out of both your holes. You were thoroughly used. Patting your ass like you just did a job well done, Miche parted from your body. With nothing holding you up, your legs collapsed out from under you and you sunk belly down on the couch.
Words were exchanged as Erwin guided Miche out. He did not linger and you were glad. In your muffled hearing, Levi must have gotten up from his seat. He crouched down in front of you and stared at your bleary eyes. Reaching for the gag, he released your mouth. A string of drool clung to the rubber.
“Still with me, brat?”
With all you could muster, you whispered, “I hate you.”
Levi didn’t look upset at all and accepted it with grace. “Good.”
Going behind you, he undid the spreader bar. Free of that, he came back into view and turned you over on your back. He let you stay down as unlooped the mittens. You let your arms drop, too tired to even try and gain feeling in your fingers.
Shoving his hand under your back, he pulled you up and against the couch. Threading the belts apart from each other, the harness dropped down into Levi’s hand. You traced the velvet of the couch, it felt nice.
He sat all the gear of the other end of the couch, focusing purely on you. You really hope you didn’t ruin the nice fabric with the disgusting fluids pouring out of you.
“We need to get you cleaned up.”
You nodded. Yeah, a shower would be nice.
Levi’s face pinched. You wonder why he’s so upset. Tucking his arms under your legs and your back, he lifted you into a princess carry with ease. Levi’s so strong, it’s amazing.
He took you down the hall and with the hand under your legs, he opened the bedroom door. With such odd haste, he brought you into their personal bathroom. It was so much more spacious than you thought it would be. Levi sat you on the floor. He turned the shower on as you traced the grout of the tiles. There’s not a spec of mold, at your childhood home it was near impossible to keep anything this clean.
“Y/n!” Levi shouted your name.
Oh, he must have been called for a bit if he shouted. Turning to him, he had that pinched expression again.
“Can you stand?”
Dumbly, you shook your head. Your legs felt like jello. You miss jello, maybe if you ask nicely, Levi will get you some.
You blinked as the water flowed over your sitting form. When did you get in here? Levi crouched near you as he parted your legs. He looked so scared? No, no, not scared… worried.
Synopsis: "It's okay, he just doesn't exactly know how to ask." Miche continues, his voice a low crooning sound against your ear. "I do know how to ask, Miche, thank you." In contrast to Miche's voice Erwin still sounded stern, but somehow almost out of breath like he was holding on by the barest of threads.
Or: MMF threesome with Erwin and Miche after a successful mission
A/N: Poor Erwin he'll have to rewrite all that paperwork. #justiceforthepaperwork. As always minors and ageless blogs interacting will be blocked if I find you!
Warnings/Tags: M-M-F Threesome, unprotected sex, fucking your superiors, degradation, praise, They're like the kink version of good cop bad cop, incorrect correct use of a desk.
Taglist: @perfectly-m1saligned @braunrot
"Good job out there soldiers." It was rare that Erwin had reason to praise his scouts so openly and without any regrets. They'd all made it back safe and sound, ignoring a few minor wounds at least. But that didn't mean the tension was any less high, he could tell. One look at Miche confirmed it, both of their bodies still charged and brimming with adrenaline. So when they all cleared out, slowly but surely you felt a hand wrap around your biceps. "Stay a minute, soldier." For a moment your stomach tied itself into uncomfortable knots. You couldn't remember disobeying any of Erwin's orders, maybe you'd been too slow, maybe too sloppy, maybe one of your actions had- "Erwin you're scaring the poor thing." Miche's voice cuts you out of your spiral, brings you back to the present and has you all too suddenly aware of the warm body pressed to your back and the not too subtle bulge rubbing against your thigh from the front.
"It's okay, he just doesn't exactly know how to ask." Miche continues, his voice a low crooning sound against your ear. "I do know how to ask, Miche, thank you." In contrast to Miche's voice Erwin still sounded stern, but somehow almost out of breath like he was holding on by the barest of threads. "Listen darling, Miche and I need a hand in my office, why don't you come along and help us?" Surprisingly Erwin's tone held none of the order you usually knew from him. This was purely your own choice, and maybe it was a dumb one but you found yourself nodding anyways. You'd help them, one way or another.
They barely make it to Erwin's office and Miche manages just about to lock the door before Erwin has you stood between them again, close enough that your tits subtly press against Miche's chest while your rear gives relief to Erwin's bulge, letting him grind against you for even the smallest amount of friction. "Look at her Commander, isn't she so pretty like this, all flushed." The praise felt weirdly objectifying from Miche's mouth as he talked about you like you weren't even there, both of his hands on your waist to hold you still for Erwin who didn't even bother with responding. He made a grunt in acknowledgment just to pull Miche in, kissing him above you in a way that was not entirely romantic, more pornographic in nature. All teeth and tongue, need and want and barely any self control. All you got was permission to watch, standing between the two being grinded up against while they kissed and slowly undressed you.
"Did so well out there darling." You'd been so distracted by Miche's hand trailing into your panties you hadn't noticed Erwin resting his head against your shoulder, speaking right into your ear while he greedily palmed your breasts, toying with your nipples and rolling both of them between his index and thumb. "Did everything I said, such a good girl for me aren't you? Deserve a nice reward." You'd heard his voice in the past, shouting and commanding or quiet and solemn but never quite like right now, husky and right up against your ear, constrained with need.
"Slut's already all wet. Dripping down her own fucking legs at us making out." Miche cut in, mercilessly thrusting two fingers into you, the palm of his hand rubbing slow agonizing circles against your clit. The sensation had you bite your lip to swallow a moan, overwhelmed from the way the two treated your body like their own little stress toy. Not that you were complaining, or had the brainpower left to complain for that matter. "C'mon doll, move that arse of yours." The demand has you stumble forwards guided by Erwin's hands until Miche's warm but firm body was replaced by cold wood and scattered papers, Erwin's desk being misused to bend you over it. He'd have to rewrite all the documents on it but to hell with that. Right now his concern was all about getting you out of your pants, nearly tearing the seams while he did so. "Look at you, pretty girl. So wet n' ready for us." You weren't given the chance to moan in assent, distracted by Miche's hand going into your hair and pulling your head up by it, clicking his tongue in faux disgust. "Fucking slut, we've barely touched you and you're this wound up? Needy whore." His words were punctuated by the click and fall of two belt buckles and the rustling of both Miche's and Erwin's pants being shoved down with urgency.
Before your brain had time to understand much of the situation the tip of Miche's cock was pressed to your lips demanding entry you all too willingly gave, hollowing your cheeks for him while he took and guided your head, finding out just where you'd gag and keeping his thrusts barely shy of that point. "Dirty girl. Bet you dreamed of this before didn't you doll? Being used by your superiors. You're getting spit all over Erwin's work, don't you feel ashamed?" His words were cruel sure and you wouldn't admit it but they made your knees weak. Not as weak as Erwin's hand made you, resting on the hollow of your spine, just above your hips while he rubbed his length through your folds almost reverently. "Be nice to her, Miche. Such a pretty thing for us aren't you, darling?" You'd have responded if you could, but all that Erwin got was a wet moaning sound muffled from Miche's cock being in the back of your throat. "Fuck, Erwin, make her do that again." Some of the derogatory edge in Miche's voice was lost but you weren't given a chance to focus on it, not with Erwin lining himself up to thrust into you in one long languid move. His hands found purchase on your waist, clamping down like he was afraid you'd leave if he didn't hold you down while he fucked you on to Miche's cock, as if you could or wanted to. They were both chasing their own orgasms, almost forgetting all about you again while you writhed and moaned beneath the two.
Miche was the one to ultimately break first, gentleman enough to pull out and instead make the mess all over your face, and part of Erwin's poor abused documents as well. "Eyes up, princess. Look at your commander." Miche chided, surprisingly quickly regaining his footing enough to force your head back so Erwin could watch your eyes roll back with every other thrust, cum still dripping from your chin. It did him in, in ways he never thought he could be done in, slamming home again and again fucking you through his own right into your orgasm, whispered praises spilling from his lips as he crashed over you, barely catching himself on the desk to not hurt you. "Good girl. Such a perfect girl for us. Took it so well." You don't remember much after the last words of praise, your body and mind turned into what felt like goo, but you certainly didn't complain waking up nuzzled between the two, Miche's arms wrapped around your shoulders with his face hidden in your hair while Erwin pressed the both of you close enough to his chest you could barely breath. Right then you decide, just maybe you could get used to this particular kind of overtime help.
a/n: hey everyone! this was my first time trying out writing smut lol and ofc it had to be a miche fic :p
word count: 1.2k
summary: You decide to tease Miche during training, but it doesn't end well for you.
It was late afternoon and you and Miche were stuck training the new cadets. It was one of the hottest days in a long time and it was a mess.
“Cadets! Take five! Make sure you go get water.” Miche ordered, gesturing for you to follow him to a shady spot.
You wiped your brow. “Why is it so hot today? It’s never this bad this time of year.”
Miche shrugged, “I don’t know but it’s making this more miserable than it needs to be.”
“Is there any way we could end early?”
Miche shook his head. “Erwin has all of us on a tight schedule, we need this day of training.”
You groaned, slumping against a tree. The fabric of your shirt kept sticking to your skin, making the heat suffocating. With a sigh, you stripped off your top until you were left in your sports bra, immediately feeling better. You glanced up, catching Miche’s stare. “What?”
“Don’t you think that’s inappropriate?” Mike mumbled, his cheeks brushed with pink.
You raised a brow. “Oh, is this distracting you?”
Miche was attempting to look anywhere else. “No, I-”
Smirking, you stood in front of Miche, sensing his nerves. You crossed your arms, bringing his attention to your chest. “Well, if we ended early I would put my shirt back on. Unfortunately though, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
You took a step closer to Miche, dragging your finger down his clothed chest.
Miche cleared his throat, “Like I said, Erwin told me-”
Cutting him off, you traced your finger across his belt, watching as his face flushed. “Hm, I think it’s been more than five minutes.”
Miche gulped, his eyes moving from your chest to your eyes a few times. “I’ll call the Cadets back.”
After another few hours of working in the blistering heat, training was wrapping up for the day. You had felt Miche’s eyes on you every once in a while, but could never catch him looking at you.
Once Miche had gotten done giving the Cadets a few reminders, they were dismissed. You watched as everyone practically sprinted inside.
As the courtyard emptied, Miche walked over. “Good work today, I think Erwin will be pleased.”
You nodded as you grabbed your bag. “I hope so, I think I watched the life drain from those cadets.”
Miche snorted and shook his head as you made your way to the door that led to the Scout’s headquarters. “I’ll see you at the meeting later?”
After your goodbyes, you quickly made your way to the showers. You took your time scrubbing the sweat and grime from your body and enjoying the cold water against your sunburnt skin before getting out. You wrapped yourself in a towel and stood in front of the small mirror as you brushed your hair. The door creaked as someone walked in.
Miche came around the corner, a towel loosely held around his waist.
“Oh,” His face turned red as he stopped at the sight of you.
You turned to face him, brow raised. “I must’ve really made an impression on you earlier.”
Miche was quiet as he looked at you, his eyes foggy.
You smirked, walking closer. “Are you just that speechless?”
Miche’s stare was unwavering as he observed you. His eyes followed the droplets of water going down your collar bones before quickly shifting back to your face.
You turned pink as you crossed your arms, unknowingly drawing his eyes lower. “Well?”
Miche let out a shaky breath as his gaze moved upwards, pausing for only a second on your lips before he met your gaze.
You felt heat rise in your core as you kept his stare, his green eyes clouded with lust. You glanced at his lips for a split second before you felt yourself take a step closer to him. His warm breath brushed your face as your eyes fluttered closed and your lips brushed together.
Miche groaned into the kiss, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies pressed together tightly as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. Your breath hitched as he began kissing his way down your neck, nipping at your collar bone.
When he reached the top of your towel, he glanced up at you and his hand brushed the top of your breast. “Please?”
Your cheeks burned as you nodded, hands feverishly yanking your towel off.
Miche’s mouth fell open slightly as he took you in. His breath quickened as he ran his fingers down your side and across your stomach, then trailing them up to your chest. You gasped as he took them in his hands, his rough fingers playing with them.
His eyes were hungry as he kissed your cheek softly before making his way down your body. You gasped as you felt his lips wrap around your hardened buds, taking them in his mouth and sucking on them. You throbbed more with every touch and you felt your cunt get wetter.
Miche pulled back and took in your disheveled appearance. Your lips met as he picked you up and placed you on the counter. Heat pooled between your legs as you felt him pressing into you. Gripping your hips, he put his head in your neck and inhaled you. He groaned as he rubbed himself against you, feeling the warmth against his member.
You pushed Miche back and tugged on his towel. Taking a step back, he let his towel fall with a smirk. You let out a small gasp at the sight of his length. You felt yourself clenching for him, your body wanting nothing more than to feel his cock rubbing against your walls.
Miche didn’t go back to kissing you, instead he got on his knees and started kissing and biting your thigh. He stopped right before he got to you, pulling away with an unreadable expression. “Can I taste you?”
Any teasing you had over Miche was gone as you begged, clenching your thighs together. “Please, I need you.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Your back arched as his tongue was on you in an instant, languidly licked your folds, though purposely missing the one spot you needed him most.
“Miche, please.” You whined, squirming against his face.
You felt Miche smirk against your core as his tongue flicked across your swollen clit. You were throbbing as he continued to play with you, not giving you the satisfaction you wanted.
Miche pulled away after a few moments of teasing and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I love the way you taste.”
“Asshole,” You panted. “That’s not fair.”
Miche shrugged as he picked up his towel again. “You were teasing me earlier, so I was just returning the favor. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a shower.”
You covered your face with a groan as he turned the corner. That meeting was going to be awkward later.
