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Friday comes fast, and the football game flies by.

It ends with a win, of course. Just as you expected, Marleyan University beat Mid-East National University. It was a close call, but Reiner and Porco saved their teams’ asses at the last second. Everyone in the stands had gone absolutely crazy – your hearing has been fucked up for sure.

It takes a bit to squeeze between the shrieking masses and their jumping bodies as the teams leave the field.You take your time; you want the locker room to clear out before you see Porco.

Last night, he told you to find him after the game so you two could snag dinner and meet up with Pieck and Colt later. The text was short and simple, like all his texts have been since… that day.

Once the crowd dwindles – and you see all of the players grabbing their duffel bags to exit the stadium – you make a beeline for the locker room. With one quick peek, you glance into the entrance to see Porco undressing on one of the benches. He’s alone, thank God. Must’ve been taking his time on purpose.

“Hey!” you greet, giving him a wave. Porco is startled by your voice and whips his head around. Once he sees you, his blank expression erupts into a cheshire smile.

The way this man looks right now? It is almost enough to make you weak at the knees.

Porco’s neat hair is now a mess from the helmet, a few long strands sticking to his sweaty forehead and falling into his eyes. The football uniform doesn’t leave much to the imagination: the material creates a form fitting cut along Porco’s waist, shoulders, and sleeves – you swear you can see the indentations of his abs through it. His mesh bottoms stop right below the knees, offering a glorious view of those toned calves. You can’t even begin to process how tight those pants are to sculpt his muscular thighs like … this.

If you had no self-control, your jaw would be on the damn floor.

“What’s up?” Porco says, dropping his cleats on the bench next to his helmet. He stands up to stride across the locker room – there’s a slight bounce in his step that you’re not used to seeing. He almost looks relieved. “I didn’t see you out there. Thought you fuckin’ bailed.”

“There were a ton of people. It was hard to see from the bleachers.” You shrug. “I got a free ticket, too, so… I kinda couldn’t miss the game.”

“Yeah?” Porco stops in front of you with a snort. He runs his fingers through his hair to slick it back into its usual style, the tendons in his hand flexing. You almost die. Almost. “And what if I didn’t give you that free ticket?”

“I wouldn’t have shown up,” you tease.

Porco shakes his head with a derisive laugh. He tries to look bitter and feign annoyance, but falls short. “Wouldn’t put it past you after you almost missed our study session.”

Your smile wavers a bit. Yeah… about that. Part of you wants to explain why, but there’s no way in hell you’re doing that. Decapitation is not on the books for today. “Sorry.”

“It’s whatever.”

Time to change the subject. With a sweet expression on your face, you gaze up at him, rocking back and forth on your heels. Why do you feel so giddy all of a sudden? “You did really well out there though.”

“Y-Yeah, well – Thanks.” Porco stutters. The face you’re giving him right now has his heart lurching. It literally makes him scowl with how perfect it is. He has to clear his throat and swallow to not choke on his spit. “It’s not a big deal.”

God damn it. Get yourself together, he thinks. You look like an idiot.

“What do you mean? You scored a bunch of points. I’m sure Reiner appreciated the help.”

Porco scoffs at the mention of the other man’s name. He decides not to comment on it. “Everyone looked dumb celebrating one win. Ignorance really is bliss.”

“Wow.” You laugh and slap him on the arm, making Porco roll his eyes. “I’ve never met anyone that can turn such a good thing into a bad thing as fast as you.”

“Impressive, huh?”

“Winning is better than nothing.”

“I guess.”

Porco eases himself closer to you – a sliver of air exists between both of your bodies, your hips almost flush. It’s hard to ignore how nice his chest looks beneath the mesh of his Marleyan University jersey. It smells like him too, of course. An aphrodisiac citrus, with the faded scent of Yves Saint Laurent cologne and the saltiness of sweat. You want to inhale all of him.

A gleam of deviltry rests in Porco’s green-brown eyes, and it makes your gut stir eagerly: he has to be doing this shit on purpose. Knows the effect he has on people, especially you. This man isn’t blind to the tremors that flutter in your belly. With how close he is now, your heart begins to race.

“You gettin’ excited or something?” Porco jests.

“What? No.”

“Then why are you breathing so hard?”

You blink owlishly and focus on the rate of your breaths: your lungs are quickly expanding and constricting with every thump of your heart. He’s right. There’s no way you’re going to admit it though. “I’m not, but okay.”

“Yeah, sure,” Porco snorts. He wraps his arms around your waist and guides you closer, tipping his head down. There’s only a couple inches separating your faces. The temptation to bridge the gap between your lips and his is strong, as you want so desperately to shut him up.

Porco waits for you to wiggle out of his grasp, to push him away, but you don’t. He feels so many things at once: the booming of his pulse in his ears, the warmth of your body against his, the fabric of your shirt, soft and just begging to be stripped away. It only eggs him on.

“Why are you being so quiet?” Porco teases, letting out a breathy laugh. “Do I make you nervous, baby?”

The way Porco says it – fuck. It’s promiscuous. Sexy. A brilliant amount of heat gathers on your face and between your thighs. It’s a pleasant shock. “N-No…”

“You’re looking at me like you are.”

“I’m not.”

You offer him a wobbly pout, but Porco doesn’t respond – his attention is now on your décolottage. The marks he left on your throat peek out from the collar of your shirt: he sees them. And smirks.

“What?” you laugh awkwardly.

“They’re fading a little. Should add some more.”

Ah, shit. He’s going to see the hickies Reiner left on you too. Think, think.

You let out a forced giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder to push him back a little. Diffuse the situation. He doesn’t budge. “Are you trying to get me caught?”

“Maybe,” Porco continues, bold as ever. A gentle puff of his breath flits against your mouth. “I want everyone to know.”

It would be easy to bury your face into Porco’s chest, if it weren't for the eclipse of his eyes – the black of his pupils are so blown that the color of his irises are barely visible. You’re almost absorbed into the depth of the abyss.

“I want everyone to see them when you cheer from the stands,” Porco adds. His tone is licked with something intense and lustful as he leans in closer. “Want them to know that I’m the only person messin’ around with you.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah,” Porco says smugly, trailing his thumb to the corner of your mouth and then brushing upward to rest it behind your ear. “I don’t wanna share.”

All you can do is stare up at him. As much as you hate to admit it, the idea of Porco’s lips on you again, aggressive and expectant, has you so turned on. You just got here; it’s like his sheer presence has some sort of effect on you and your hormones. Maybe your perception of him changed more than you thought.

“Hey,” Porco says. He tries to smother the excited look on his face. “Didn’t your parents teach you that it’s rude to stare?”

“Shut up! I’m not used to this type of thing.”

“...There’s only one way to get used to it.”

A pleading twinkle must light up your eyes, because Porco shrugs and bites back a proud grin. “I can help you if you want.”

For whatever reason, you nod, and then he’s leaning forward to press a rough kiss on your lips.

You instantly respond, letting him take control, stiffening as he shoves you against the locker room wall. He doesn’t beat around the bush; the second you allow it, he’s sucking on your tongue. Every movement steals stuttered breaths from your lungs.

“You’re so rough,” you whine. Porco presses you more forcefully against the wall.

“I know,” he breathes. “I like it this way.”

Porco abandons your lips and begins to trail a few pecks over your jaw. Excitedly, his fingers grab the collar of the shirt you’re wearing. He tugs the neckline down, stretching it a bit – it’s easier for him to nuzzle the base of your throat.

You wiggle with anticipation, making Porco chuckle breathily in your ear. He latches onto one of the marks he left days earlier, sucking hard. He smiles against your neck when you sigh.

Everything should be okay. Reiner left his hickies further down, a little past your collarbones. They should stay hidden unless the shirt comes off. You’ll just stop Porco before anything happens.

“Mmm,” you hum. Both hands fly up to rest on his pectorals. “...What if we get caught–”

“Coach Magath already left to celebrate.”

“Are you sure?”

“I watched him leave, idiot,” Porco huffs. He’s annoyed that your attention isn’t completely on him. “Does this feel nice?”

“Yeah..”

Porco responds by suctioning your skin between his teeth. It makes you gasp from pleasure – and then in horror when he tugs the collar of your shirt down even more. Reiner’s hickies are right there; large and maroon in color. The naive part of you hopes this man doesn’t see them, that he’s too entranced in marking you up.

Suddenly, Porco pulls his lips off your neck with a wet smack. “I think I should make some new ones, yeah?”

“Um–”

At that moment, Porco nudges his mouth downward, eyes about to flutter shut … and then his body stiffens. He’s completely frozen now. Both of you are. Your instinct is to recoil, to run away, yet you can’t move a single muscle.

Porco doesn’t do anything at first. He just tries to comprehend what he’s seeing, taking a small step back to get a better look at your neck. The most deadpan expression washes over his face. It’s unsettling.

“...What are these?”

“What do you mean?” Your voice is shaky. Shit. “You did that, remember?”

“No I didn’t,” Porco presses a thumb into one of the hickies and watches it blanch. The purple color comes back, just as dark as before. “These are fresh.”

Motherfucker is too smart for his own good.

It’s crazy how fast Porco’s mood changes: his brows furrow intensely, jaw clenching, the most pissed-off look screwing up his face. You open your mouth to explain yourself, except you’re not even given the chance.

“Are you serious?” Porco sneers. He lets your shirt snap back into place. “It’s only been like – what? Five days since I was at your apartment?”

“Porco.” You reach out to touch his arm, but he rips it away, “Hold on.”

“No,” Porco grits out, “Who gave you those?”

Porco knows he’s being overprotective and controlling. But it’s impossible not to be; he cares too much. He doesn’t want anyone else touching you, whether it’s their hands, body, or lips. The fact that you gave yourself to another person so easily, so soon after that day … after he showed that he liked you? It’s unbearable. You got his hopes up.

Yes, it shouldn’t matter what you do; you’re not dating. You can be with whoever you want. Porco doesn’t slut-shame, and he knows it’s not your fault that he feels things very strongly.

But just because it shouldn’t matter doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter. It does to him.

Porco doesn’t want to forget what happened that night with you. Forgetting it means pretending it never happened, and that’s not right. He almost wishes he hadn’t let you kiss him that day: because then he wouldn’t have had any sort of sexual contact with you, and it would’ve made this whole thing a lot easier to process.

Now he’s had a taste of you and it’s not enough.

An explanation is on the tip of your tongue, refusing to come out; each syllable slumps back into your throat to form a distinct lump right in the middle. You kinda feel like crying. Running. Hiding forever. Yeah, the situation could have been prevented if you didn’t seduce him… it would have saved Reiner a lot of anxiety about getting caught, and saved Porco from that poisonous heartache.

A familiar voice suddenly snaps you out of your stupor. “What’s going on?”

Both you and Porco whip your heads toward the entrance at the speed of light.

The first thing you see is that serious, slightly sunburned face. It’s Reiner, still in his football attire, his helmet balanced on a hip. He looks as delicious as ever: all muscle, blonde hair mussed up, stubble a bit overgrown. You admire at how well the uniform fits him, hugging his biceps and chest amazingly, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal those fucking spectacular forearms.

The amount of heart attacks you have almost had this week is concerning.

“What is it?” Reiner reiterates. He looks worried, his attention flashing between you and Porco. He shares the same panic; his back is rigidly straight, the anxious expression on his face saturating into his eyes.

“Nothing!” you and Porco say at the same time.

Perhaps it’s the way you and Reiner look caught in the headlights – sharing nervous glances with each other and hanging your heads – because Porco puts two-and-two together rather quickly. His voice comes out as a whisper.

“...What the fuck?”

Somehow, Porco gets even more pissed off. The enraged look that he throws at Reiner causes his cheeks to glow pink out of anger. You’ve never seen anyone's stare hold so much hatred before, but this man is the exception. He’s able to translate his feelings through his eyes only. It’s scary as hell.

You need to diffuse the situation. Fast. “It’s not that big of a deal–”

“Did you fuck him?”

Your mouth drops open in surprise. Porco just glares at you, his eyes narrowed, lips curled into a viscous scowl as he waits for a response. The expression chills you to the bone, renders you unable to speak.

The truth is, Porco isn’t even mad at you. He’s mad at the situation, how you didn’t even think to tell him what you did before he kissed you again.

Reiner is still standing at the entrance, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. The man looks like he’s torn between running away and confronting this shit-show. Instead, he tries to jump to your defense. “We didn’t–”

“Did you fuck him?”

“No!” you snap, raising your voice.

“Then when did the hickies happen?”

Undulation taints your every breath. Cardiac arrest is looking real good right now. “Like… two days ago? But we didn’t hook up, I swear.”

“So that’s why you were late to the study session, huh? Because you were busy getting into Braun’s pants?”

“It wasn’t like that…”

“Tell me,” Porco laughs bitterly. It’s so fake, so condescending. “Whose fingers felt better?”

Your heart drops. That’s personal information, your business that he should not be sharing aloud. Part of you wants to correct him out of spite and say that it was actually Reiner’s tongue, but you settle for a shrill,“Porco!”

“H-Hey,” Reiner says, dropping his helmet and taking a few steps forward. He’s trying to conciliate Porco. Bad idea. “I think we should all just leave and talk this over later.”

Porco instantly spins on his heel to glare at Reiner. “Jesus Christ. I wasn’t talking to you!”

“Porco, chill.” You frown up at him. Insolent words don’t come as easily to you as they do trickling out from Porco’s mouth. “You barely texted me after everything, so I thought you regretted what we did.”

“Well I do now!” Porco yells. He throws his hands in the air, frustrated. “I mean — c’mon! Why didn’t you tell me before I kissed you again?!”

Reiner perks up at that. His gaze flicks over your face, waiting for a confirmation if what Porco said is true. Those pretty lips of his draw into a taut line when you don’t deny it. He almost can’t believe it; you kissed him again? Just now?

“I’m sorry!”

“Okay, okay, hold on. Just — let me get this straight. You’ve been leading me on this whole ass time?”

There's a heavy sensation in your chest, lamentable and guilt-ridden: it causes the same amount of irritation as an itch prickling across your skin. You feel bad for putting Reiner into this position.

“No…” you begin to say. The truth is — you technically haven’t. It’s not as if you have been pretending to like him; it’s a hard pill to swallow, but you do… you like Porco. You wanted him to kiss you. That’s why you didn’t stop it.

“No?” Porco isn’t satisfied with your answer. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Guys…” Reiner tries to intervene. You ignore him.

“Because I can’t choose.”

Porco gives a skeptical look. “Choose what?”

“Between you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about—“

“Oh my god, I like both of you!” you finally yell. “Jesus!”

Silence.

In the matter of a second, Porco becomes a man of widened eyes, stiff as a mannequin, completely bewildered as to what you just said. Reiner just stands on the sidelines; he already knew you liked him – you confessed two days ago. But you like Porco too? While he had some sort of inkling, he’d hoped that it was wrong.

“I don’t want to lead either of you on, but I can’t help how I feel,” you admit. “Every time I think I have my life together, some stupid — mmph!”

Porco snatches you into a kiss that almost topples you over.

It’s strong and robust, a smashing of lips that’s capable of sucking the life out of you. You gasp in surprise, hands flailing as you clutch his forearms. The instinct to run is still there – but Porco’s grip is tethering. One of his palms is on your shoulder, the other cradling the back of your head to keep you in place.

You can only imagine what Reiner’s face must look like right now. The worry leaves rather quickly when Porco’s tongue pushes between your teeth.

Melting into the kiss with a long exhale, Porco keeps you squeezed protectively against his chest, giving Reiner the show of a lifetime. Your entire body sways into him, the loveliest shiver prickling along your skin when Porco scrapes his nails gently against your scalp.

Just as fast as it started, it ends. Porco pulls away to stare down at you with hooded eyes, licking his lips before his mouth blooms into a satisfied grin. He’s made a mess of you just from a single kiss; you’re practically putty. And it’s hot.

“Uh–” you start. Porco cuts you off by turning his head to glance at Reiner.

“I think I’ve won. Look at her,” he snorts. “She obviously likes me more.”

Reiner’s rooted to the spot, shocked as ever. His sharp brows pull together above those hazel eyes, squashing his features into the most disgruntled frown. You’ve never seen him like this before. He says nothing.

“What? You think you can do better or somethin?” Porco teases. He takes a step back, waving a hand in your direction. “Fine. Go on ahead. We’ll see who she likes better.”

Your mouth drops open at the insinuation; no way were they both about to make-out with you, right here and now. In the locker room, no less. You fully expect Reiner to leave, to brush Porco off, but he doesn’t.

You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he mulls over the idea. His expression turns into something more resolute. Determined.

This can’t be real. He can’t be actually considering it—

Suddenly, Reiner is making his way over in simple, long strides. He comes to a stop in front of you, waiting for a reaction, and moves a bit closer when you don’t refuse him. There’s only a few inches worth of distance between you both.

“Sorry about all this,” Reiner hushes. He guides you back against the wall, his gentleness a stark contrast to Porco’s ferocity, hands reaching to cup your jaw. God, you’re so beautiful; he tries to commit every one of your features to memory, tries to take in every bit of attention you give him. Reiner hasn’t stopped thinking about what happened that night, and being this close stirs up those raunchy memories.

You nibble on the inside of your cheek at the severity in his eyes, overwhelming yet delicate.

Reiner swoops in, urging your lips together into an enthralling kiss. His lashes bat against his cheeks when you give in and he exhales a relieved sigh, dragging you closer. You graze your teeth along Reiner’s lower lip — just a tiny bit, not enough to be considered obscene — and bring your hands up to rest on his cheeks, his unshaven face rough against your palms.

Porco watches in disbelief. He obviously didn’t expect Reiner to actually do it; he thought the other man would chicken out and abandon you on the spot. The fact that he didn’t back down from the challenge floods Porco’s system with an intense sort of resentment, stifling and hot.

Because not only does it prove Reiner isn’t a pushover.

It shows that he’s willing to put up a fight.

And that’s what riles Porco up; Reiner doesn’t see him as a big enough threat. Fucking shit. He wants to yell, wants to chastise the other man with fists and the burn of red words.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Porco snaps. His disgust doesn’t lessen, but dwindles into something more angry. “Back up.”

Reiner pulls away, and both of you gape at Porco. There’s a raw and excruciating silence where everyone just waits for the next course of action, pausing to see who will be the first to speak up.

Unsurprisingly, it’s Porco.

“So you still can’t choose,” he mutters. It’s phrased as a statement rather than a question.

“I don’t want to,” you say.

“Fine. Y’know what?” Porco shrugs nonchalantly, “I don’t think kissing is enough. You should let us fuck you. Then we’ll see who’s actually the best.”

Your mouth would drop open if you weren’t clenching your teeth. You were expecting a lot of things, but that was not one of them. The intensity in Porco’s face makes sentences stick in your throat and your belly ache; a moment or two is needed to compose yourself.

“Okay,” you breathe stutteringly.

Reiner nearly chokes. “W-what?”

“It’s fine,” you repeat, straightening up a bit as he blinks down at you. “I’m okay with it.”

Porco doesn't say anything; he looks hungry, like he’s ready to pounce at any moment. He’s just waiting for the call.

“Are you sure?” Reiner stammers, “In here with — are you sure?”

“Yeah. If that’s okay with you…?”

Reiner doesn’t respond right away, his gaze roaming over your face and searching your eyes for some sort of discomfort. His lips twist in thought; he’s trying to decide if you’re under pressure.

The thing is, you’re not. You’re eager.

Everything you feel, Reiner must feel too, because he’s suddenly nodding.

“Finally,” Porco groans. He yanks his jersey up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side with his shoulder pads. Your eyes widen, flying immediately to the ripple of his abs – and then you watch as he starts shimmying out of his pants.

There’s a blur in your peripheral and you glance over to see that Reiner is doing the same. He toes off his cleats and then strips himself of his uniform and padding.

The two of them are athletic with muscle-bound bodies, Reiner’s frame being more sturdy and beefy while Porco’s is toned and lean. You salivate at the sight. Without a doubt, you're alarmed and turned on.

“Oh..” Your eyes pass between the both of them, unsure of who should be the focal point. There’s too much to look at right now; how their sinewy muscles flex with each breath, how much larger they are compared to you.

“C’mere,” Porco says, prying you away from the lockers and leading you over to one of the benches. “Sit down.”

You let Porco help lower you down until there’s the scrape of tinny metal tugging at the material of your pants: you grip his shoulder blades to keep yourself from slipping over the side of the bench. Once you’re seated, Porco uses a knee to spread your legs apart. A perverted curiosity grows within your chest as he steps away to loom over you.

Before you can say another word, a shadow falls over your face; it’s Reiner. He tilts your head to the side with a hand and leans down to envelop you into another one of those powerful kisses. There’s no build-up to it at all: his tongue immediately enters your mouth, scoping out every inch of it and making your heart stagger with delirium.

You can’t see Porco, but you can hear him let out a noise of disapproval. He sounds irritated as he kneels down, slotting his torso between your legs. “Trying to get a head start, Braun? Go ahead, you’re gonna need it.”

Reiner doesn’t say anything. He does increase the deepness of the kiss though, his palm tightening on your jaw. You hum into his mouth – and then gasp when you feel Porco’s thumb press onto your clothed pussy.

“Are you wet?” Porco asks. The question is so blunt, and it makes your face burn intensely.

“N-No,” you murmur. Reiner’s tongue runs along your parted lips; the way it swipes perfectly across your cupid’s bow, hot and wet, makes breathing really hard.

Porco laughs. “No? So if I check right now, your panties will be dry? You won’t make a mess on my hand?”

You can’t say you aren’t wet. It would be a full-fledged lie, of course. Right in your very center, you feel a hot thickness gathering, one that you know too well. Porco knows it too; he had felt it that night, your juices slathered all over his fingers and coating them in strings. Some sadistic part of him hopes that it will become routine after this.

When you don’t respond, Porco’s lips burst into a brazen smile, a grin smug and proud – it’s obvious you’re struggling. With practiced ease, he slips off your leggings and then marvels at the dark wet spot on your underwear. You’re honestly not even paying attention at this point; your hand is digging into Reiner’s bulge, making him groan breathily.

“God…” Reiner sighs. The gravelly sound and the sheer size of his clothed cock has your head spinning, the world swaying just a little.

“Can I touch you, Reiner?”

Reiner drags himself away from your lips then. You find that his pupils are enlarged, that expression dazed and hopeful, cheeks all pink. The rise and fall of his chest is erratic as he fights to get his breathing back under control.

It’s a tragedy — Reiner wishes he could speak, but you're so damn lovely that all he can do is nod at your offer. The burden of holding onto unspoken words is a heavy one; there's nothing he can do now besides lick his lips and deal with the fact that he's totally smitten with you.

“I’ll — oh!” you nearly yell out at a sudden shock of pleasure. Your head whips around to see Porco harshly rubbing at your clit through your underwear. He has a disgruntled look on that pretty fucking face of his. Give me more attention it screams. More.

“Eyes on me,” Porco huffs. You nod over and over again, loving that delicious friction spreading from your inner thighs and outward. Porco takes it upon himself to dive a hand into your underwear and slip two fingers between the lips of your cunt. He slides them up and down a few times before easing them into your aching hole.

The stretch makes you jump, but Reiner is behind you now, steadying you. His large palms are on your hips, and then slowly move up under your shirt. The underwire of your bra is lifted to make room for his hands; they make quick work of massaging your tits and plucking at your perked nipples, lightly twisting and squeezing. As much as you want to throw your head back, you keep your eyes trained on Porco – just like he wants. He stares right back up at you, curling his fingers and smirking at the way your face screws up. There’s a glazed look in those eyes: he’s greedy. Animalistic. It's hot and sexy and scary.

“Porco — shit, Reiner!” you whine. “I still want to touch you…”

“You first,” Reiner murmurs. His voice low-pitched and slightly hoarse; every word comes out as an erotic whisper. “The only thing you need to think about is how good this feels. Spread those pretty thighs a little more — that’s it.”

In that moment, Porco hooks his fingers right onto your g-spot and your body instantly jerks up, making you cry out. He grins, shoving your hips back down on the bench. “Got you all worked up, huh? He didn’t make you feel this good, did he?”

You instantly freeze up, mouth almost dropping in shock at Porco’s taunt. This shit? Right now?

Porco scoffs at your reaction. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s the truth, isn’t it?” A broken yelp falls from your mouth when he digs his fingertips against that fleshy mound in your walls. He smiles wickedly, eyes snapping to Reiner. “Did you actually make her act like this? Or did she pretend to cum that night?”

You inhale and try to get your shit together, because fuck, you could cum right now — and peer back at Reiner to see his face. He’s giving Porco a heated glare, those hazel eyes narrowed slits, serrated and burning. You can’t recall ever seeing him this irritated. Perhaps it’s the curse of being in the other man’s presence. Porco’s short-fused temper is contagious.

Suddenly, Reiner moves one of his palms from your tits and brings it down to your cunt. Using fast movements, he starts assaulting your clit, fucking that poor aching bud with just his fingertips. It's so engorged, so pulsing and wet.

“Fuuuck,” you groan out. “Please, please, please…” The amount of pressure Reiner uses is absolutely perfect, and combined with the pleasure of Porco’s fingering, you arch upward. “R-Right there, just like that!”

Porco obviously takes it as a challenge. His expression hardens into something more determined when he picks up the pace, trying to outperform Reiner. Both of them use their fingers to fuck with your brain, their hands getting wet, their wrists starting to ache. You look so pretty when your eyes start to roll back, almost crying, nearly blind from the sheer amount of bliss you’re feeling.

It becomes a battle of who is going to make you cum first: your tits are groped and hit, your clit pinched and rubbed and slapped. Someone’s fingers are spreading and rubbing around your sloppy folds — Reiner’s, they have to be — while Porco’s are inside of you, seeing how many he can fit.

“Oh my god,” you pant. “I’m close–”

“I can tell,” Porco says proudly. “You’re clenching down.”

“F-Fuck, Reiner – Porco…”

“It’s okay,” Reiner hushes.

With Reiner’s ministrations on your clit, and a few more slams into your gummy walls, Porco lets out a sharp command. “Cum on my hand.”

It’s almost second-nature with how fast you give in, and fuck, the orgasm is strong. You gush around Porco’s fingers, thrashing and calling out both of their names.

“I know, princess, I know,” Reiner whispers, slowing up his speed on your clit as you shake uncontrollably. Porco is less merciful; he scoffs at how you wiggle, continuing to plunge his fingers into your convulsing pussy. It’s only when you try to close your thighs — panting and whimpering about how overstimulated you are — when Porco lets up.

“Are you okay?” Reiner asks carefully. He presses a kiss against your temple and takes his hand off your thrumming clit, giving it a well-needed break. You nod.

“Y-Yeah.”

Porco furrows his brows and grumbles at the display of affection. “You two gonna keep actin’ like this is a honeymoon, or are we actually going to get somewhere?”

Despite feeling the fuzzy grogginess that always comes after a mind-boggling orgasm, you’re able to summon a mocking tone of voice. Whether it’s a good idea or not, who knows? You don’t give a fuck anymore. “Why? You’re that impatient, Pock?”

That dreaded nickname does the trick; annoyance glints in Porco’s eyes, showing in the way his face twists uncomfortably. “Fuck you,” he snorts. “Fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”

Porco rises to his feet and lowers his boxers to pull his hard cock out. A shaky breath expels from his lungs as that aching pressure is finally released. His dick whips against his bare abdomen, a dark red, thick and jumping with every beat of his pulse. He’s definitely packing, holy shit.

“Please hurry,” you beg. Reiner opens his mouth to say something — you can see it from the corner of your eye — but then you’re reaching over and grappling at his boxers. You use the waistband to tug him forward until his bulge is right in front of your face. He’s needed, needed right now.

A tiny humph of surprise falls from Reiner’s lips when you rip the boxers down. Eagerly, you take his cock out and marvel at it; it’s nice and long, heavy in your hand, warm and flushed rosy. You tease the tip with a thumb and just brush it over, feeling the precum beneath it. Reiner is such a strong man, yet the way he whimpers in that moment? He sounds so small, so fragile.

You automatically open your mouth, and without giving him time to think, slide his cock in along your tongue.

“Oh, God…” Reiner sighs. He curls a palm around the back of your head, subconsciously guiding you to take more of his dick down your throat. A wave of shudders come from him when you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head. You’ve never really done anything like this before, but you can tell you’re doing a good job: Reiner grinds his hips into your mouth uncontrollably. A little bolder, you roll your tongue around the opening of his cock, and then dart it around the vein up his shaft. His fingers curl against your scalp in response. “That’s perfect — good girl, just like that.”

Meanwhile, Porco’s cock rests right on your opening. He’s paused for the time being; his eyes are busy studying Reiner’s dick and how you mess around with it. And shit, it’s embarrassing … but he actually enjoys watching. What that says about him, Porco doesn’t know. Like hell he’s going to wait to find out.

“I’m putting it in,” Porco grumbles. He slips the head of his cock so easily past your swollen folds, groaning at the slick heat of your cunt. Your tongue lolls as you’re stuffed beyond comprehension, both your mouth and pussy a mess with the cocks clogging them up.

“Fuck,” Porco rasps. “So damn tight.”

“Porco…” you gasp, disconnecting from Reiner’s cock for a second to plead. “Fuck me, please.”

Porco literally growls. His beautiful, green irises brim with a carnality he can't suppress, making him go absolutely feral. The way your pussy clamps down on him is too much. “Yeah? You want that? You want to feel me fucking deep into your gut until my cum warms your little belly? Does that sound like what you want?”

“Yes, yes—” your cry is cut off by Reiner’s cock slipping back into your mouth. You moan, the vibrations rippling up the shaft’s ridges and causing him to groan. You’re all so pent up, so ready to just lose it.

With one short movement, Porco rips his cock out and shoves it back in. Reiner prevents you from crying out by fucking into your drooling mouth, making your sentences come out as a garble of incoherent noises. You’re rutted into on both ends, gross sucking sounds coming from each of your holes.

Porco hisses through a clenched jaw as he meets your hips in needy, wild bucks. “Your pussy is sucking me in,” he grunts in disbelief. “Jerking off my dick… F-Feels amazing.”

“Such a good girl, so pretty.” Reiner bites his lip after seeing your face, how your jaw is dropped open to invite his cockhead in. “Fuck, fuck baby, fuck.”

“God, you’re so fucking loud,” Porco hisses, tossing a glance in Reiner’s direction. The man is obviously still angry. Furious, actually. He takes it all out on you with the most derogatory words you’ve ever heard.

“Jesus, look at your cunt. It’s keeping me inside.” Porco flicks your clit with two fingers. “Can’t believe you agreed to this, you stupid fucking baby.“

“I-I’m sorry!” you try to apologize. It comes out as more of a gargled moan. Porco has the nerve to laugh.

“Yeah? You’re sorry? I don’t think you are. You’re such a slut, y’know? Messed around with two people on different occasions, let ‘em make you cum. Whore cunt for a whore bitch.”

You maneuver your head so you can get a better hold of Reiner’s cock in your mouth and suck hard on the tip. It rips a throaty gasp from the man’s chest, and his head whips downward to stare at you like you’re a goddess.

“S… Sorry. Did that hurt?” you pant.

“N-No,” Reiner huffs. He can't help but thrust forward, so desperate for more friction. “Feels good.”

And then you’re back at it again, sucking and slurping at his cock with fervor. It’s hard to stay in place with how hard Porco is plowing into you; every thrust jostles your body, but you manage. It’s not like Reiner notices. He’s too busy gasping out barrages of moans and heavy breaths that threaten to steal him away.

“C’mere,” Porco suddenly grunts. You’re confused at first – you’re right here. How can you possibly move closer?

But then you realize that he’s not talking to you. He’s talking to Reiner.

“W-What?” Reiner shares a glance with him, his brows pinched together, mouth slightly parted. He’s so cute like this.

Porco scowls at him, voice trembling despite how he tries to sound nonchalant. Fuck. He’s the opposite of put-together right now. “C’mere and cum on her pussy.”

Reiner goes to say something else, except you tug on the fat tip of his dick with your lips, drawing him closer to the edge. He’s going to cum, he can feel it, his orgasm is almost –

Out of the blue, Porco is reaching over to rip Reiner away from your greedy mouth until his cock stands right above your flayed cunt. He just barely made it in time; Reiner lets out a broken moan when he orgasms, his cum landing right onto your pussy where Porco’s dick whips in and out. It smothers your clit in white, warm globs, dribbling down until it reaches your hole. Porco’s shaft gets coated in it.

“Fuck—“ Porco groans. His gaze flits from Reiner’s blissed out face and back down to your gaping pussy. “I told you to cum on her cunt, not me. You covered the both of us.”

“S-Sorry,” Reiner breathlessly murmurs. He’s still not all there, dick twitching as it releases a couple more sticky drops.

But honestly, deep down, Porco’s not bothered by it. If anything, it gets him even harder. Hell, it gets you wetter. Knowing that Porco’s cock and your pussy are both slathered in Reiner’s seed is a sick pleasure.

“Whatever,” Porco grunts. He takes your jaw between his forefingers and angles your head down. “You seein’ this? Look at how messy your cunt is now. Does it feel warm?”

“Mhmm,” you purr.

Porco grabs his dick at the base and tears it out of your battered hole, keeping your chin in his hand to make sure you’re watching. He rubs his cockhead all over your pussy: it smears Reiner’s cum into a thick layer over your clit. It’s so creamy that it slips down between your folds, and he urges it into your hole by slipping his wet tip in a few times.

You moan out at the feeling of your tender cunt getting teased, toes curling as your hands grip onto the bench. “Oh my god…”

Porco can feel how hot Reiner’s cum is on his slit, how fresh, and it turns him on so fucking much. Never would he have thought he’d like the sensation of another man’s seed dripping from his skin, but here he is, covered in it.

“I-I’ll buy you a pill,” Porco stutters out. He’s made of glass that’s about to buckle under too much pressure, self-control about to splinter into thousands of pieces. You’re the goddamn bull in the china shop, and his body is a worn-out teacup. That powerlessness? It’s daunting and fucking exhilarating.

Reiner finally perks up from his orgasm, gaining some semblance of control. He thinks that he’s done, but once his eyes land on the puddle of cum covering your and Porco’s nether regions, his cock is almost standing at attention again. “Shit,” he gasps. It’s like he didn’t even realize what he did. “I didn’t mean—“

Porco cuts him off, his free hand clasping around the blonde’s throat to get his attention. The tendons in his hand pop with how strong the grip is; Reiner’s focus darts up to meet him, and he withers under the man’s fiery stare.

“Shut the fuck up,” Porco seethes. “All you do is talk.”

It’s effortless — the transition of Porco’s hand swooping from your jaw to behind Reiner’s neck, pulling him forward until their lips meet in a bruising kiss. Reiner goes rigid at first, the crease between his brows deepening. But once he realizes that there’s no risk of getting his ass beat for reciprocating, he has no qualms stumbling into the man’s magnetic orbit. He’s fallen victim to the same gravity that pulled you in, too.

Porco is still fucking you like an animal as he kisses Reiner, thrusts rocking your body as Reiner’s palm comes to rest on his shoulder; it’s almost as if you’re watching a man try to tame a beast with a single touch. There’s the clicking of teeth and then a gasp on Reiner’s part when his lip is bitten, a metallic taste flooding his inner cheek. All you can do is watch as they both evolve into a clash of mouths.

You don’t understand why Porco decided to do this. Was it for you? Was it to make Reiner feel insolent? Is it his way of dominating over the situation, or is it for his own pleasure?

With how Porco’s cock twitches inside of you, the latter becomes the most likely. And while you’d love to explore this topic a bit more — figure out what the actual fuck is going on with Porco and his confusing ass sexuality — it gets difficult to focus when the man’s hips start to stutter.

“I’m gonna cum,” Porco gasps into Reiner’s parted lips. You’ve never heard the man sound this pitiful before. “Gonna cum so f-fucking hard.”

You’re completely out of it, not even listening at this point, dissociating with the yummy tingling of Porco’s cock pistoning into your tight little cunt. It’s so deep inside that it feels like you’re gonna choke on it.

“Oh, fuck!” Porco breathes, slamming into you one more time before climaxing. His hips buck uncontrollably, and he tears his face away from Reiner to throw his head forward and whine. Those twitching balls are pressed tight to your ass, busy pumping streams of cum into your cunt. You take it in so easily; it’s like you were born for this, the corruption, the indecency.

After some time, Porco finally recollects himself — or at least tries the best he can, considering he looks like a hot mess. A beautiful one, at that. The gel slicking back his tawny hair has lost its hold, strands dusting against his forehead and into those pretty eyes. He slips away to look into the stretched-out wreck he’s made of your pussy: all he can see is white, the mixture of his and Reiner’s cum dripping from your hole in little pulses.

“Gross,” Porco murmurs. He doesn’t mean it though. Not one bit.

And you think it’s over… up until him and Reiner switch places. How long Reiner has been rock-hard again, you don’t know. It’s not like you have much time to reflect on it.

“You okay with this?” Reiner asks. He doesn’t look you in the face though when he says it; his eyes are trained on your cum-infested cunt, an expression of awe marking up that reddened face. “It’s okay if you’re done.”

Porco hums in assent from somewhere behind you. While your brain says no, practically screaming it in your ears, your pussy is saying yes. You nod vigorously.

That’s all Reiner needed. And God, in that moment, he nudges his dick against your hole so perfectly. It has you arching your back and opening your mouth to cry out — but Porco is swooping down to whisper against your lips.

“Today was a hard day, huh? Left so many scary thoughts in that brain of yours. Just cum a few more times ‘n it’ll be fine. You’ll forget your own name.”

“Uh-huh,” you answer pathetically. Your voice is just as wobbly as your legs, and you don’t even try to hide it anymore. Everything just feels good, feels like it’s clicking into place seamlessly. You’d like to say something snarky, though your mind goes fuzzy when you feel Reiner’s cockhead rub circles into your clit.

“Baby girl,” Reiner hisses under his breath. There’s not even room for him to push the tip of his cock back into you without thick cum overflowing out of your hole and down your thighs. It trickles down your ass and onto the bench; he makes a mental note to clean it later. Nothing else matters right now besides making you feel good.

With one swift motion, Reiner stuffs you full, his hands planted firmly on your knees. Your pussy squeezes the life out of him: it’s still constricting from your past orgasm, hole fluttering open and closed. And the feeling? Not once could he have been prepared for this type of heaven. All the times Reiner has humped his cock into a fist — picturing it as your pussy — doesn’t even compare to how good the real thing is. He chokes out a moan that you almost replicate, until Porco is sucking on your tongue.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Porco gasps. The truthfulness that comes from it is an electric shock to your chest, a lifeline. It’s as if you’ve been awakened from cardiac arrest, rising from a code blue with a heart that’s buzzing and warm.

“I… I like you guys a lot..” you sigh. The sentence is out of your mouth before you can comprehend which vowels have formed. Body nearly freezing, you glance up at Porco with those doe-like eyes. Porco’s gonna know you haven’t chosen, that you can’t make a decision. He’s gonna be mad, leave, give you that angrily disappointed look—

But he doesn’t.

Instead, the corners of Porco’s lips draw upwards into a smile. It’s an authentic one, shameless and bold as it smooths out his brow. The light seeps into the honey-green of his eyes, and he tips his head like you’ve said something miraculous and full of charm.

“Already fucking knew that,” Porco sneers. He tries to appear unbothered, but can’t seem to wipe that happy grin off his mouth, so he hides it with another kiss upon yours.

And then you’re utterly, totally fucked by Reiner’s monster cock.

You're reduced to a toy with a twitching, drooly tongue and hot breath, your pleasure Reiner’s goal. The only thing you crave now is the feeling of cum sloshing against your cervix, on your tongue, over and over until you’re satisfied.

“I’m so close, so close!” you cry against Porco’s aggressive lips. “Keep going, oh my god — fuck me, fuck me!”

Reiner hisses, speeding up the roll of his hips, driving his cock even deeper. He loves that he’s able to do this, that you’re trusting him with such a sacred thing, and he promises to make sure you stay like this forever: feeling good and cared about and cherished.

“Yeah?” Reiner growls, rolling your swollen clit. “S-sweet girl likes — God — getting fucked?”

You’re not used to him speaking so lewdly, and you wish so desperately that you could answer. But you can’t, not anymore; your nails dig into the bench as you try to keep yourself in a seated position, drool pooling in your mouth. Those thighs of yours are certainly trembling now, ankles flexing when every muscle starts to tighten.

Both Reiner and Porco know that you’re about to cum: they can see it in the way you huff and puff, how you run your tongue along Porco’s and how your velvety cunt clenches down. It has all of you gasping for air. Reiner thrusts harder, fucking his hips up into you and sending you into a spiral of cries when the curve of his cock finds your sweet spot.

“You can do it,” Reiner groans, voice strangled. “Cum on me, please.”

You let go effortlessly, feeling your orgasm plant its roots right in the center of your pussy. It’s so good that you can’t even make a sound, just desperately shaking and grinding as Porco devours your lips. Watching you unravel like that is enough for Reiner — he instantly hunches forward and orgasms with the loudest moan of your name. His hips jerk as he cums, making him nearly collapse on top of you while filling that cunt up.

It’s silent for a moment besides the croaks of you both fighting for air. Your eyes aren’t open yet, but you feel the press of Porco’s lips against your cheek, and the smoothing of Reiner’s thumbs over your knees.

“So good for us…” Reiner grumbles. The phrase is gravelly and just above a whisper. “Did so well.”

“I guess I’d say the same,” Porco adds, snide as always.

When you open your eyes, you find that both men are staring at your face. The way they smile down at you is epiphanous: Reiner’s grin looks like he’s swallowed the sun, a candy-floss blush dawning over his cheekbones — while Porco’s smirk is out of a proud fondness. Bustling energy percolates through the golden pinpricks of their irises.

This head-to-head competition isn’t going to stop anytime soon.

You’re okay with that.