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one things for sure, they couldn’t lie to you on that. you were cute. dark layered hair pinned up to showcase the stunning doll frame of your face, bangs drifting over your thin brows and softly grazing your falsies. chic with glasses while your body’s adorned in gray sweat shorts and an off the shoulder black top where they can see the imprint of your hardened nipples under the calligraphy writing that reads, ‘bitch’. you’d carried one of your many purses out of your copycat hannah montana closet — a coach purse to match your kitten heels. 

you’d never not look utterly feminine.  

“it’s a long ride, you’re g’na feel cramped,” ony speaks plainly, reaching forward to obtain the duffle from your grasp, palm inching towards your lower back to guide you to the car door eren had opened. 

“i’ll be good, pinky swear,” the tone is soft, onyankopon catching your scent wafting under his nose as you smile sweetly and leap into the back. 

“yeah, you’re good,” ony grunts in fascination, face close to yours as he sits the bags next to you, the vehicle packed with camping gear, a cooler, and tons of heavy luggage. “walkin’ ‘round smellin’ like that. oughta eat your ass up.”

“— like goddamn tiramisu,” eren grumbles, now sitting in the drivers seat, blowing out a cloud of smoke as his eyes scan you again. “you look pretty, though. however, i think heels were a bold choice considerin’ we’ll be in the middle of wilderness.” 

“thank you.” swallowing from both of their compliments and concentrating stares. you reply, “guess you’ll have to carry me then.” 

“mhm,” eren smirked, big hand gripping on to the back of the passenger seat, arm stretched and tense with muscle. little moles here and there sprinkled all over his body like greek artwork.

pulling out your ipad, you kick off your heels and lean back against the pile of bags as your potential pillow, ony climbing into his seat before adjusting himself comfortably and turning up the stereo, classic tunes playing melodiously. 

ony scrunched up his mouth. “c’mon man, i told you ‘bout switching out my cd’s.” 

“you drivin’ or am i?” eren raises his brows. “i made you that mix, it’s played out now.” 

“i don’t care, leave it in. i ain’t listenin’ to your sad ass alternative music the whole ride.” 

the bickering continues for another minute before they both decided on just listening to another mixtape, eyes flickering back and forth between both men with a blank stare, already in your own world. 

the car pulls away from your driveway, and onward you move for a four hour drive. the three of you had booked a cabin for the weekend to get out of town and enjoy each others company. clear your heads, and more detrimentally, clear the air. as you inhale the fresh breeze from nature through the open window, you began to let your mind settle into thought.

the past few months have been . . tough. a fuck up had taken place, one so badly that it had these past two months throwing you all in a loop of confusion. 

the friendship between you three had run deep. curating for ony in the fresh years of high school, whereas you met eren during college. quickly, you all bonded and became practically inseparable. you did literally everything together, best friends if anything else. but, best friends don’t cross the boundary that you guys did on a drunk night after graduation. 

it was unexpected, of course. stealing touches at a party, whispering in each others ears, talking about things you’d never overstep leading to flirty kisses and finally — heading upstairs. from most of what you remembered, eren had touched you first, and ony blindly followed behind. it was a blurry night evidently, and the biggest regret of your lives, at the time. it was awkward, to say the least. waking up with an excruciating headache and an empty bedside at that.

zero calls, no messages, complete silence from every side. there wasn’t an easy way to approach the situation, because really, what could you say?

you’d overstepped on something you swore you’d never do. even if it was jokingly brought up, with reason behind the fact that you all found one another attractive, and might’ve had a small crush at some point in time. clearly because of your relationship, you’d never ruin that. it was out of the question. plus, each of you dated other people in the midst of college experience.

it’d been nearly a month before the silence broke. you’d been the first to run into eren whilst running out. crossing paths at an auto shop since you needed a part for your car. it was like a relief speaking again, eren suggesting coffee and finding a cafe nearby, offering to help with your car since he’d been good at mechanics. catching up on small things like what’d the both of you been up to. eren apologizing for the lack of communication, realizing it’d been out of character for him and somewhat immature. you agreed, said it was something you needed to talk about as one. 

eren brought up ony, asking if he’d reached out, you replied no. it was clear that it’d taken a toll out of your friendship, and it saddened both of you. this feeling was uncomfortable, and you both despised it. it was then you decided to let ony in on the conversation the next day. seeing them both in the same room again filled that empty space in your heart of missing them. all parties came to the conclusion that it was a mistake, and that the moment was just there. that you all missed each other, and that shouldn't ruin what you had. 

from that point on, things were normal again. as if nothing ever happened. but then came one night of what you thought was normalcy, shifted into something entirely different. 

a super-bowl game at your place was in motion, other friends heading out into the city to sports bars and intentions on getting drunk — whereas you all politely declined. neither of you were in the mood to be around a bunch of rowdy people cussing each other out, fighting, or the horrid possibility of traffic. you’d been more at ease staying inside around these times, making the initiative to cook anyways.

there both men sat, side by side, manspreading widely with their knees touching, eyes trained on the screen watching the score with intensity. a mixture of irritation with grunts and sucks of their teeth, sometimes blending with claps of their heavy hands and gruff, “lets fuckin’ go!’s here and there. 

as you’re chopping the remainder of ingredients for steak tacos, their favorite, you’d noticed something . .  strange. how they acted towards one another for example. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to be . . close. they’ve always been a bit touchy, and whenever people would make comments about it, you’d make the notion that it was normal for them to be free in each others spaces. bromance, maybe. although something tonight felt new. 

as eren licked the rolling paper to conceal the particles of weed, you can feel his stare burning into you, ony watching his mouth on the blunt while still keeping his eyes on the game. when a touchdown happens for your home team, ony gasps and leans forward with eren, gripping eren’s thigh out of shock. you wanted to cheer, but felt like you needed to stay still for some reason, fearing that if you’d move, something would happen. 

both eren and onyankopon felt the same thing in this moment as they fixated on your frame. 

you’d been wearing an oversized jersey with your favorite player’s number, the shortest shorts skin tight on your figure with dark hair tossed behind your back. you’re barefoot, ony spotting the new berry french set on your toes when you went to retrieve something from the fridge. eren couldn’t keep his eyes off of your lips, faintly remembering how they felt on his dick while ony fucked you from the back. 

his knees began knocking in sync with ony’s, knowing he was thinking the exact same. since the couch directly faced the kitchen, it was hard for you to fully focus. you’d had your speaker playing tunes low in the background, trying to keep yourself from listening in on their conversation. it didn’t help that they both looked good as fuck. 

onyankopon was merely dressed in a black grunge band tee with the sleeves cut out, buff arms covered in tatttos leading up his neck, and matching sweatpants. while eren wore a white tank with baby blue carhartt jeans, hair a bit tousled under his white cap he had on backwards. sage eyes deep with intensity as he sunk deeper into the couch, spreading wider. 

ony scratches his goatee, your back turning momentarily, giving them a chance to whisper. 

“damn,” he swings his legs in and out, neck craning to look at you, jaw clenching. 

“yeah,” eren follows, understanding. “she look so fuckin’ good right now.”

it’s not wrong, right? to feel this pull that they do towards you? you’re fucking gorgeous. they’ve known that for a while, ever since they met you. why now was the question. why did they suddenly feel this magnet drawing them into you? you’re always alone together, so that wasn’t the case. maybe they were just sensing the same thing they felt that night, never blaming it fully on the liquor. 

“i ain’t gon’ lie, i need that shit again.”

“yeah?” eren taunts, leaning his head back on the couch to catch ony’s gaze. “how bad? w’na tear that lil’ ass up?”

ony’s nose flares, brows furrowing with the rush of arousal going through him, eren’s grin nearly sinister. “do it for me. go get our girl. w’na watch for a lil.”

our girl. even you heard that part. it felt liberating to say that, and it made both men’s chest burn with desire, and you shift in your spot. 

the thumping of your heart was erratic when you felt eren stand to his full height and walk his way over to you with heavy boots, coming behind you with a palm flat on the countertop and another on your waist, pressing the outline of his dick on your back, mouth coming to your neck in a faint whisper of, ‘gimme some pussy, mama. i miss it.’

and like it was nothing, you’d spread your legs for him and let him tug your shorts down to your ankles, arching into his touch and moaning from his tongue on your neck, eyes forward to see ony rubbing both hands down his thighs before tugging down his sweats and fisting his dick. eren and you study his movements together, eren moaning in your ear before he’s stuffing you full with two thick fingers. 

and the night went on. 

the next morning is when you decided to sit them both down, even yourself, and stopped playing games. it was either option one, you’re all doing this simply on the basis of attraction and the inability to get the first night out of your heads, or option two, this was something more. did you want to be more, did you see yourselves being together? each of you didn’t know what you felt, but you knew that it felt right. it was hard to express in the correct way. which is why you came up with the idea of going out of town to figure out what you wanted altogether. 

a months worth of planning came to your adventure now. in that time span, things remained the same. a friendship with little indications of flirting and sneaky touches. but, you all agreed not to have sex to prove that this wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. 

gravel dances beneath the bulbous tires of ony’s truck as eren eases into the cabin’s driveway. you had dozed off for a little cat nap, waking up to the rough pad of ony’s thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. a smile is soft as it appears on both of your faces, blinking open your eyes and rubbing your hand up his arm. 

“woah, this shit is nuts,” eren says in awe, ducking his head to scan the entire area while he parks, mouth agape like a big kid. 

“it better be for the price we paid,” ony retorts. 

“i told y’all i could pitch in,” you singsong, sitting up and leaning over the center console to also peep.

onyankopon and eren grimace, looking at you as if you grew two heads.

“nah, you know damn well i wouldn’t have let that slide.”

a small ‘hm’ comes from you almost squeaky-like as you boast and shrug your shoulders, hopping out of the truck with eren’s help since you still have those damn heels on, and making your way inside after ony reads you the code he’d copied into his notes. while the men grabbed the luggage, you gave yourself a small tour. 

it was everything you could’ve dreamt of. even though you picked it out on the airbnb site, the pictures didn’t do it justice. it was enormous. rustic farmhouse architecture, wood coating every area of the home. floor to ceiling windows, giant fireplace, a backyard with a grilling station and an amazing view of the lake. far away you could spot boats sailing, and your body melted as if it’d been holding on to unknown weight. 

this was the peace you needed. 

onyankopon catches you sitting on the steps out back while he comes in carrying three hefty bags, blinking in concentration to make sure you’re okay. setting them down, he walks over to sit beside you, big body next to yours making you gulp. his scent is manly, cologne and body care seeped into his chocolate skin, brown eyes illuminating in the sunlight. the sheen on his facial hair from the light, well moisturized along with his full lips that come to peck your temple — soft. 

“you aight?” 

laying your cheek on your knee, you nod slowly, elated as you find the man before you utterly mesmerizing. “mhm, i’m good. just takin’ in everything.”

“okay — you hungry? w’na get some food in you, mama?” 

one thing you always liked about onyankopon was how sweet he spoke to you. never once had this man raised his tone with you, even if he was upset. he treated you like someone he truly cherished and never wanted to hurt. he made you feel protected and respected. you loved that. 

“yes, i’m starving. let’s tell eren i want fish,” you giggle mischievously, both of you knowing he’d go out and hunt it for you. 

“y’know he gotchu, but let him rest for a lil min’, he did all that drivin’. we can run to the store to get some groceries,” he stands up, burly frame blocking the sunlight, tucking one hand in his jean pocket and offering you his other to lift you up. 

“kay, i saved a few meals i wanted to make!” you chirped, jumping up and squeaking as he yanks you up towards his hard chest, hand coming to your ass.

“mm, i’m excited.” 

“you changing outta them heels, girl,” eren jabs at, a frown instantly replacing your current expression, knocking your head in the direction of his voice to see him leaning his shoulder against a wall, arms crossed and sharp jaw moving with every chew to his gum.

“why are you so bothered by them?” the upturn of your lips show annoyance. 

“i’m not bothered at all, actually. i told you i don’t want you fallin’ in no mud. we’re not in a dry state. you packed them boots like i said?”

his stringent tone stirred something within you, being ordered around not necessarily your favorite, but at times you’d allow it if it means being spoken to like that.

sighing, you reply, “yes, i have them. i’ll put them on. just w’na be cute.”

the pout on your face and the slight baby voice has both men chuckling at you.

“you can be cute in the house, now c’mon. i can rest later, i’m not lettin’ y’all go anywhere without me,” eren finalized, tossing ony the keys he catches in the air, veins protruding in both their arms. 

you hum, sucking on your lower lip, keeping yourself together.

“gon’ now, w’na be back before dark,” ony pats your ass to get a move on.

mindlessly, you’re scuffing your feet over to one of your bags to get the boots eren had bought you, cute tan cowgirl booties that matched his. 

before you can put the other one on your foot, eren’s grabbing your chin with a straight face. he could be a little overprotective at times, needing to remind himself to lay off you as you were a grown ass woman who could handle herself. but he didn’t want to handle every man that looked at you with that look he knew all too well in their eyes. you already looked good, and if the heels were fucking him up, then they’d do the same to another man. he couldn’t help himself. it was a gripe. 

“give ‘em to me, i’ll keep ‘em in the car so you can feel pretty wearin’ them for us.”

that makes you giggle, knowing that’s really what it was all about. “ ‘kay.” 

the nearest grocery store was about a fifteen minute drive, really just a market with lots of local produce and farm raised meats. you’d taken videos of the acres of cornfields and cows you’d seen, in complete awe while now sitting in the passenger seat. mooing at them as if they’d hear you. seeing your childlike nature show made them smile, unable to help their happiness in your presence. 

“okay, i made a list. there’s g’na be three dinner meals i planned because i leave breakfast up to y’all. but, tonight i want fish, eren can catch ‘cause i know he’ll get the good stuff. but, with that i really just want it fried with some grits on the side! then, tomorrow i want lobster bisque, and after that we can do some steak with garlic parm potato wedges or — wait, what’s that side dish you always make, rennie? the one with the green stuff?” 

“pesto pasta?” he asks, pushing the cart while you read off your big ass ipad you take literally everywhere now. decorating a cute list on your roadtrip. 

“mhm, yup! i want that.” 

“whew, i’m g’na need a damn detox when we’re back home,” ony groans, grabbing a couple of drinks to drop in the cart, mostly prebiotics and low sugars since eren had a sensitive stomach. 

“noo, silly. we’re getting stuff for our tummy health, too. eren gets fussy if he doesn’t have certain things in the morning. like his c—"

“oh my god they have coconut cult,” eren rushes his sentence, cutting you off, taking two long legged strides to grab two jars. “fuck yes!” 

you nod. “exactly.” 

ony decides he wants to add a few things to the list as well to maintain his diet, while you roamed around looking for everything you needed. 

the market was a bit crowded today, so whenever you went too far, either ony or eren had to grab your hand to keep you fomented to them. at times, you peeped the weird stares from locals you’d all get, especially when they’d see you holding ony’s hand while kissing eren. or eren rubbing your ass while ony lays his chin on your shoulder. you tried your best to ignore them, getting that pang in your chest from their evident judgment. it made you feel weird for a moment, getting a little silent after checking out and heading back to the cabin. 

as time passed, you shook that depleting feeling off and got changed into baggy clothing so you wouldn’t be covered with dirt. wearing one of eren’s camo sweatshirt’s that hid every curve of your body along with some sweats. eren had made a pit stop at a nearby fishing shop, purchasing a bucket of worms before you all headed down to a fishing dock to catch dinner. eren taught you way back how to toss your line and reel them in, a little rusty since it’s been a while, but with his guidance you were able to catch at least two bass’s. even getting lucky and catching a giant lobster with glee, highly accomplished.

onyankopon wasn’t big when it came to this activity, grimacing at every creature squirming and gasping for air on the hook lodged into their mouths, finding it a bit inhumane. he’d gag whenever eren’s strong arms quickly yanked back the rod and rotated the gear to lure them closer, back bending and clenching the toothpick between his molars in concentration. 

you’d clap and jump up and down every time he’d catch one, then another, and another one. tossing it into the dirt covered bucket where they flipped and flopped around. 

“unt unt, y’all got it,” ony waves his hand, dismissing himself and heading back to the truck. “lemme know when y’all done y’all hillbilly shit so we can grill them mufuckas up.” 

eren chortles from his reaction, you clutching your stomach and following afterwards. ony came up with the idea of setting up tents in the backyard after coming back home, showering and changing into comfy pjs while eren fried the fish in a cast iron skillet over open fire. flipping the well seasoned fillets with a spatula, hissing when a bit of oil pops on his bare chest, completely shirtless with his boxers peaking out from his camo cargos. 

“fuck me!” his voice is guttural, clamping his teeth down on the toothpick and rolling his toned stomach inward. 

“yo, you need some ice?” ony comes up beside him to check if he’s good, eyes scanning his skin for any appearing welts. 

he didn’t question him on why he was doing this shit shirtless in the first place, some things eren just does, and you don’t pester him about it. 

“nah, i’m good. i’m being a dumbass, huh?” eren snickers, knowing that’s what ony was thinking, eyes trained on his. ony nods. “shit smellin’ good, though. i’m hungry as fuck.” 

“bet you are, all that drivin’ and fishin’, you’re like somebody’s goddamn pappy,” ony jokes, accent thicker as he speaks, grabbing the back of eren’s neck he massages before chuckling in his face.

they’re damn near teeth to bright ass teeth. 

eren rolls his eyes. “more like the hot older husband.” 

“hotter than me?” ony squints, teasing. 

“oh, way hotter.” 

“yeah nigga, nah,” ony cackles, snatching the toothpick from eren’s mouth with his teeth, ducking his head before eren swung on him and jogging backwards. 

their entire interaction stirred something fierce inside of you, watching the whole thing from the window after you’d made your way back downstairs. taking a seat inside of the tent, you stare out into the lake as you wait for your food, listening to oldies tunes eren played while making mental notes of their every move. 

seeing them act intimate without you made your stomach flip, and it was almost like you thoroughly found enjoyment in seeing them act like . . boyfriends? by this point, you think the whole act of best friends were out the window. the ordeal crossed your mind of having two boyfriends who not only liked you, but liked each other. who took care of you, protected you, loved you, made love to only you. it riled you up like no other. this was fucking hot. they were hot. 

its very . . grown. they were attractive beyond words. not only in just looks but how they carried themselves as men, how they spoke to each other, how they took care of you as if you were their lover, asking if you needed anything, pampering you, little acts of service that showed that they wanted you. 

when dinner was ready, they fixed you a plate, letting you stay put and not touch a thing. taking their places beside you, the three of you chow down on your food in long awaited relief, not eating a thing all day, the two of them even surprised you hadn’t moaned about it at all. 

with eren’s hand grazes your lower back suddenly, your attention goes to him, the muscles in his jaw tensing as he chewed before spitting out a bone into the grass. “it’s good, baby? it’s hot enough?”

face flushing with heat, you nod. “uh huh, it’s really good. thank you, rennie.” 

“you need some more juice, mama?” ony asks, grabbing your cup to refill it before you even answer. 

“thank you, onya.” 

it’s like you couldn’t breathe in their presence anymore. they were so gentle and sweet to you, your body genuinely couldn’t handle it, trying to hold yourself back from reacting on what your vagina wanted right now. be patient. that’s what you’re here for. this was a retreat to establish your relationship, not for sex. but god knows you’re trying to be good. 

the next day was really an adventure. traveling through steep hills and nature for a hike to start off the day, holding onto eren for dear life when he coaxes you to shimmy over a cliff after you cried real tears about falling. 

“i’m g’na fucking die, i’m g’na fucking die! i don’t w’na go yet, please!” 

they’d both tell you multiple times that they wouldn’t let you fall, holding on to you while steering their own balance. the destination was to see one of the biggest waterfalls in the state from high above. you loved waterfalls, so that’s mostly why you were here right now, otherwise you would’ve said fuck no and told them to have fun while you relaxed for the day. 

after many cries and screams of terror, you made it to the top of the mountain, cheering in victory. onyankopon had brought his digital camera so he could capture photos while you and eren sat down to make giant club sandwiches. 

back at home around sunset, eren would draw you a bubble bath in the claw foot tub, giving you kisses while rubbing your back and telling you how good of a job you did. ony cooked up dinner this time, telling you to relax for the night, feeling bad for overexerting you today. they’d put a funny movie on the big screen and converse for the remainder of the night, you falling asleep in eren’s lap after he’d continuously rubbed every part of your body soothingly. they carried on talking, their voices even being heard in your dreams. 

at last came sunday. it was the last day you’d spend up here before heading back home tomorrow morning. the weather was beautiful out, warmth blowing through the cream curtains that flowed heavenly with the wind. you woke up in the bed alone, stuffed under thick pillows and soft sheets in the king sized mattress. 

you’re topless, always sleeping better half naked with only silk shorts clinging to your hips. your bonnet had long slipped off your scalp, thankful you didn’t toss too much in your sleep for you to ruin your hair. the smell of bacon engulfed the bedroom, hearing faint sounds of kitchenware scraping, throats clearing, and dish-ware being restocked. 

anxiety suddenly crept into your system when you realized it was time to have the talk. if there’s anything you hated more than anything, it was confrontation. rolling your head into the pillow you wanted to bury your face in for the whole day, you release a deep sigh, sitting on your thoughts for a few extra minutes before getting out of bed. 

a shower was needed first, dying for the energy of hot steamy water to prepare you for what’s ahead. you’re not sure if they had conversations alone regarding this, not that they’ve mentioned. you wonder if they were just as nervous, or if they had concerns about this, or about you. could they equally see themselves being with you, together? sharing you in a romantic way outside of just sexually? their actions should’ve proven that by now, but you were in denial. you needed confirmation through words to mend the actions they gave.

slipping on one of their t-shirts after fully freshening up, your tummy began to growl with hunger. you couldn’t even think to eat right now, mind too occupied.  

making your way down the steep staircase, the open living room gave you a view of both men in the kitchen, shirtless and in their own worlds. ony’s plating food on the chinaware while eren’s washing dishes and reading the newspaper he leaned up against the window above the sink, mumbling something to ony about road blockades and fuck ass hunters killing animals heading towards extinction. 

fists are balling and unclenching repeatedly as your stomach continues to bother you between hunger and nervousness. padding your feet down the last few stairs, you approach them with a soft, faint smile, trying to play it off by sniffing the food. they whipped up a plethora of breakfast, overdoing it a tad. bacon, belgium waffles, eggs, cut up arrangements of fruits and even croissants. either they were really hungry or they distracted themselves from thinking by cooking the entire fridge. which technically would make sense given they couldn’t bring much back home.

“good morning,” you announce yourself, their heads turning immediately in your direction. “this is a lot of food, we inviting others?”

ony grins, scratching his scalp over his bonnet. “just us three piggies.”

“right,” snorting, you shake your head before taking a seat at the kitchen island, ony sliding a plate your way first, everything aesthetically presented. “thank you.”

“ ‘course, mama.”

there goes the endearing names again, inhaling sharply before picking at your food with a fork, smelling the coffee eren had brewing.

“you want some?” 

it’s like he knew you were staring his way, gawking at him while nibbling on your lip, spacing out. eren looked like an angel today. unsure of what was different, his skin glowed under the sun’s rays beaming through the window. chocolate strands getting longer, almost grazing his shoulders, slightly frizzed causing curly ringlets to form on the ends. green eyes piercing into yours in a soft slant, like he was admiring you as you were him. his back is broad, frame slightly hunched over the coffee machine as his veiny arms reach for a few mugs to pour everyone a cup.

the gray sweatpants he wears hangs dangerously low on his waist, turning his chest to you where you foam at the mouth seeing the dark trail of hair lead down his pants, the imprint of his dick just sitting directly on his thigh. abs are defined, keeps them right in the gym. veins protruding out of his bulky arms insanely. the slight stubble he possessed on his chin and stache area made you shift in your seat. 

jesus christ. 

“꒰ ♥︎ ꒱.”

“y-yes, please. thank you.”

taking a few bites of your fruit, you swing your feet and try to come up with a way to present this conversation. so instead of overanalyzing, you lead it with your heart. 

“i know what i feel for you both isn’t wrong,” you flat out say, laying it on the table as is.

onyankopon and eren freeze in their spots as if they’d been caught in some game, hearts thumping erratically in their chests. eren tongues his cheek, bringing your coffee over along with the condiments before he’s taking his seat next to ony who’d already fallen still. twiddling with your fingers, you reposition yourself so you face them, their concentration on you even more nerve wrenching.

they knew this was coming, but they weren’t prepared for it, at least right now.

“there’s something deeper happening here and i’m really just — scared of what i feel, but i know i’m not unsure. i’m not confused about anything. i think i’ve come to a point where i’ve accepted that i have feelings for both of you, and i’m almost positive y'all feel the same for me as well. unless i’m reading into this differently.”

“you aren’t,” they say almost in synchronicity, which was kind of eerie.

eren sighs, setting down his mug and clasping his hands together as he leans forward, face serious and patient with your emotions. with all of your emotions. ony’s secretly thankful that he wanted to speak first, tending to have anxiety and needing a minute to curate his answer, wanting to say the right thing so it isn’t misconstrued.

“honestly, what i think is happening is not confusing. i’ve been thinkin’ a lot about us, trust me. i feel like i’m confident with myself to a point where i don’t feel like i need a title to describe who i am. and knowing that has made me want to express myself more in our relationship.” 

“me as well. i like being able to be myself with you guys, even though it was always like that for us since we’re best friends. but, in the aspect of romance. i feel secure with the two of you, like i know nothing would ever change how happy you make me. feeling protected, loved, and cherished. but, i sometimes worry about how others would perceive us. and that makes shut down a little.”

“like the other day in the grocery store,” ony spoke up, shifting his eyes up from playing with his hands. 

“yeah, i sensed it, too,” eren follows. “i get it. i can get a hint on what goes on in their heads, however, i’m a grown ass man at the end of the day, if want somethin’, i want somethin’. i don’t care what people think, but i think the only reason it feels unordinary is because it’s fresh. it’s trying to settle with me on what this is. goin’ forward, i don’t think we can be just friends.” 

“we can’t ever go back,” you agree. “and even that worries me because if i feel a certain way, its not just my perspective going into this. i’d want you both to be sure, and be okay with this. and the last thing i’d want is to lose you as my friends.”

eren said most of the things onyankopon was too anxious to say himself. nonetheless, it gave him the confidence to speak his mind and release what’s been weighing on him. 

“i know that far in my heart i feel something for you. and, i don’t know if it’s just me feelin’ this way because we’re friends, so i’ve grown accustomed to it, and we’ve known each other for a long time. but, i just feel very protective — over both of you. shit, i don’t know if i’m making sense but — my whole life, i’ve always felt like i had to present myself a certain way. be a person that never felt entirely like me. always thinkin’ i had to remain strong, and resilient . . like a man should. not only because i know how scary society is, but being in my skin, coming from the family that i do, its never been the easiest to handle.”

“you’re making sense, ony,” eren makes him reassured of that.

nodding in agreement, you understand him completely, allowing him to finish speaking. 

“i know that i feel somethin’ for not only just you . . but eren,” ony releases a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding, tears beginning to spill from his eyes, and it makes you and eren instantly tear up. 

eren looks away, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat he swallows that tightened from pain. 

“i’ve never had anyone understand me more than y’all have,” ony sniffles. “when i’m with you, i can be myself. i’m never judged, my emotions are never invalidated, and i never have to put up a facade to please you. i can’t necessarily comprehend that because i don’t know the proper word i could use for it. it’s really hard for me to be fully sure of it right this instant — it’s really scary to fully accept what this is, but . . i know i’m not backin’ out of it. i’m just way too in it now, and i don’t see myself livin’ life without either of you.”

to see onyankopon in this state of choking on his words and passionately confessing what he’s been harboring broke you. going to reach for his hands, you kiss his fingers, sniffling as the tears continue to uncontrollably pour. 

“ony, i understand you more than anything. i know how hard this is to accept, but i know what’s most important is that we feel safe in our own space without the judgment of others. you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone but us. fuck everyone else.”

“i love both of you, i do,” ony finally exhales, pressing his forehead to yours, going to clutch his arm tight, eren holding his shoulder, eyes red.

“i love you too,” you nod, laughing and stroking his cheek, now feeling eren’s cheek on yours, the three of you pressed together, taking in each other’s scents and warmth.

“i love y’all too, always have and always will,” eren chuckles, wiping his face. “when i’m with y’all, it just feels like we’re in our own world, like nothin’ matters. no one’s understood me like the way y’all have.” 

“i’m just scared,” ony adds. 

“so am i, but we can take it slow. its a big thing, we don’t have to have everything figured out right this moment,” eren caresses both of your backs, your body half on the counter to be closer to them.

as much as this weighed on him heavily, ony knew he could trust no one else but you and eren with all of his being. he’s conjured up multiple scenarios regarding this, and as new and different this was, he also didn’t want a title. he just knows he wants this. both of you devoted to him, as you to eren, as eren to you. 

“i know the two of you would never hurt me, nor each other. i just want some form of security that i am the only woman you see yourselves being with. i don’t want to just be someone you share or possess over just because we’re close. i want to know you love me outside of our friendship. that you’re willing to pour your all in to me, cause i can’t bare knowing that it’d be a possibility.”

“you are the only woman i want, ꒰ ♥︎ ꒱. the only one. trust me when i say that, baby,” eren’s stern about it, making sure you don’t get the wrong impression.

“the only fuckin’ woman.”

hearing that makes you weak in the knees, standing to come around and embrace them tightly in a hug, their hands resting on your lower back with their faces pressed into yours side by side. taking in this moment, the desire burning within you radiates on to them, trailing your hands up their backsides to grasps their necks. turning your face, your lips crash into eren’s mouth, sucking on his lips as he groans into you, spanking your ass jolting you forward.

ony grunts in your neck, nipping the area gently with his teeth before he’s grabbing your chin to bring your face to him with equal fervor, eren unable to fully detach his mouth, too drunken, before they’re kissing you all at once. moaning and squirming in your spot, your eyes falter shut as your lips follow their lead. 

it’s intense, every rough grip from their hot hands on your flesh, tugging you side to side between them both in an almost heated rivalry. cupping their faces, to hold them still, all of your tongues grazing — it’s pure filth. 

“take me upstairs and fuck me,” it comes out as a whimper, a pout on your face, unable to stop your body from showing how badly you needed them from the gyrates of your hips.  

“fuck, c’mere,” ony snatches you up, knocking the chair over and picking you off the ground, your slippers falling off, legs wrapped around him. 

eren sucks on his pink lips, clutching your ankle and trailing behind ony with another hand down his sweats, rubbing his dick as he kissed the arch of your foot. since the bedroom didn’t have a door, it was easy for him to walk straight through and lay you flat on your back. keening, you squirm in your spot under their gazes, biting your lip and tugging the shirt you wore over your head, tits spilling out and soft tummy on display. every part of you is delicate, ony gripping either side of your waist before smoothing them down to your ankles, dragging you towards the edge of the bed where he pulls your pretty feet up to his mouth to suck on your toes.

mouth going agape, you make a squeaky noise, fisting the sheets beneath your fingertips, his fat lips engulfing every pedicured toe, a heavy tongue slicking over the arch of your foot. knees spasming out of shock from what you feel crawling up the nerves in your hips, clashing together which applies more pressure to your clit that’s soaked behind those plump folds from what eren could see, whom weakly lowered down to his knees at the edge of the bed like he was under your spell. 

onyankopon’s glare is dark, watching you suck in air and tremble from his touch before he’s releasing you and lowering down to his knees next to eren. eren grabs your thigh to keep it pinned to the bed while ony does the same to the other, grunting with his face close to your pussy. 

“my fuckin’ pretty girl,” eren growls, landing a gentle spank to your clit in which you hiccup and clench your hole, them in awe with the way it pulsated. 

by this point you’re nibbling on your acrylic, nearly shoving two fingers into your own mouth, panting with need. open for them to do whatever they wanted to you. its a crime how sexy you sound when a broken moan loudly erupts the moment eren’s mouth encapsulates your puffy clit, tonging it with hard sloshes and sucks from his perfect lips. 

“mmfuck, baby,” eren whines, and it makes you cry. humming and whimpering pathetically. the way he’s loud with it makes you lose your mind. “so fuckin’ sweet. lemme see her stretch all out on my fingers.”

“k-kay,” nodding, you prepare yourself for them, knowing how much he loved to put them in you. let them sink in slow before stroking and carefully curling his fingers into it. which he does while ony takes his turn with you, your tummy sinking in from his tongue circling your sensitive bud with saliva trickling down your ass crack, his eyes shut while he hums and shakes his head in it.

“lick her pretty ass clit — jus’ like that,” eren encourages, both men dragging out groans with every thrust of eren’s finger and lick from ony’s tongue. 

“oo-oohmygod, oh mmmgod.”

eyes scrolling back, noises get caught in your throat when you start to cum, missing their touch so desperately it had your body spasming and cumming just to show them how much you loved them. giving them a little something extra when your pussy gets juicer with every stroke from both parts, pushing out liquid and screaming into your knees, soaking the mattress. 

“awe, yeah baby, get that fuckin’ nut. feel it all, mama. keep goin’, keep goin’,” ony grunts, spanking your ass which only worsens your arousal, pushing out more like he asked, the pads of eren’s fingers stroking the sweetest spot.

“yesdaddy yeassdaddy.”

“shit, ꒰ ♥︎ ꒱. your fuckin’ voice, baby,” eren can’t help but touch his dick again, lowering his sweats to fist his dick, squeezing it, precum dripping from the tip. “lemme taste that shit.”

onyankopon wasn’t letting up, jaw shifting the longer he eats at your pussy, your legs shaking as he continues to spank your ass after every taste. eren needed it for himself now, saying fuck it and placing his mouth right where ony’s is, licking your pussy together, their tongues occasionally touching. thrashing and sloshing, eating you up.

“f-fuck, please! c-can’t baby,” as much as you protested, their slurps only made your vision dizzy, unable to hold eye contact and fluttering your eyelids. “ugh, fuckfuck.”

they make you push out one more stream before letting up off you, tears in your sockets as you try to gather yourself. eren lays french kisses all over your thighs, leading his way up your chest before he’s smooching your lips, fisting your hair and pulling your head back while he makes you taste how fucking good you were to them. 

“g’na feel her real quick, can’t take it,” onyankopon announces in a hushed tone, eyes low and lips drenched in your essence. he’s got his dick weighing in his palm, slapping your fat pussy a few times with it before pushing past that tight ring.

eren clenches his jaw, clutching your neck to make you focus on ony fucking you. you’re biting a finger, dazed while keeping your eyes on his as he drops his dick into you hard. he went slow the first couple of strokes, letting you adjust and droll over the sight of his girth, dick curved downward, darker than his skin tone, veiny and filling you up. 

“oooshit, onya,” lips pursing, you can hardly breathe. eren sucking and licking at your neck while ony stuffs you full. it was so good.

“yess, mama, take this . . fuckin’ . . dick. be a big girl.”

“big girls get pretty dick jus’ like this,” eren whispers in your ear gruffly, pressing his forehead to your temple, spanking your tits now. 

whew, that was a fucking line. 

it was second nature for you to fall into submission and be good for them, hiking your legs up to your chest so he’d sink further, ass going in his palms while he digs and fucks you with rough intensity. pounding steadily, hearing you squelch all around his cock. ony and eren’s brows are furrowed, eren’s dick jumping from how well ony’s fucking you and coaxing the filthiest, sweetest sounds from your throat. 

ony moans, having to fight himself to stop, grasping his dick and sliding out as the sunlight from the windows catch the glisten on his shaft. its eren’s turn. stepping out of his pants and flipping you on your stomach before hiking your ass back, he aggressively grips and slams a hot palm down to see it bounce — like waves of water. clashing against his groin the instant he gets his dick in you, holding on to the mattress with all of your strength, screaming louder as he pistons his hips and claps your ass back on his dick with every long thrust.

dropping back lazily, every ridge is felt inside of you, eyes ghosted white and drooling out the mouth, gasping in increments and whining like you’d lost consciousness, fully out of your headspace. 

“‘r-rennn,” you can only get his name out, it being enough to express the pleasure, sobbing uncontrollably. 

eren’s got his hand on the back of your neck, locking you still, spreading his muscular thighs further apart before angling his hips so he could fuck you harder, tip prodding your sweet spot, balls plopping against your clit. your hands began flailing, sniffling and choking on moans, skin colliding loudly, eren’s jaw wide and eyes shut, his chain swinging and gliding across your back.

“shitt, pussy gettin’ me fuckin’ right, baby,” eren whimpers. “nngh, look at you. dick jus’ beatin’ your shit in, and you’re fuckin’ screamin’.”

onyankopon senses your need for a breather, planting your face into your arms and going limp, back staying arched for him because his dick sits deliciously at just the right place. 

“eren, give her a minute,” ony’s almost stern.

“n-nooo!” tone fucked out, you alarmingly reject. “m’cummingg,”

“yeahh,” eren growls with a dirty grin. “ gimme that shit. right fuckin’ now, ꒰ ♥︎ ꒱.”

the pressure builds up scarily quick, bursting and crumbling on his dick, getting this sudden urge of excitement as you pick yourself up and began throwing your ass back on him, eren gasping out ‘woah, shit’ and catching you so he wouldn’t fall back, pussy throbbing around him.

“you likin’ it, mama?” eren hums, allowing you to lose yourself on him, trying his best to hold back from cumming. you were fucking sexy. “huh? its good to you?”

“dick soo gooddd,” you cry, slowly easing your movements but still wanting the tip in, hating the emptiness.

“mhm,” he makes the initiative to pull out, immediate sadness washing over your features as ony takes you away from him. eren realized just how rough he’d been, needing you to take a minute. “i’m sorry, baby. you okay?”

heavy breathing from both ends, eren leans his weight on one knee that’s dipped into the mattress while he slaps a hand down on the other, regaining air, sweat appearing on his forehead. almost like it was a damn workout. he was too pent up from not fucking you since the last time, not even daring to relieve himself until you gave him the green light to touch you again. 

smiling into your arm whilst you laid your cheek on ony’s thigh, you silently answer by caressing his leg. “c’mere.”

patting the empty space of the bed, eren sits opposite to ony while they watch you lower to sit on the floor before them, taking their big hands in yours, uttering, “stand up.”

curiosity piquing, they obey. tall figures looming over you in deadly masculinity, and its like seeing this sight regained your energy off rip. lashes batting innocently, though far from, you grin once their breaths hitch as you take their dicks in either hand, dangerously, slowly leveling your lips with ony’s first, his stomach tensing as you take his dick into your throat. his hips twitch, hand coming to hover over the back of your head as you bob it, slobbering over it, sticking out your tongue so its flat on the underside, allowing him to glide easier.

“baby, damn. there we go,” his hips have a mind of their own, thrusting into your hollowed throat, whimpering each time he’d get to the very back of it.

then, you’re popping him free, looking at eren and doing the same to him. his fierce gaze always makes you nervous, but you know he’s internally praising you even before saying it. able to read him like no other. with him, you’re sucking faster, digging your nails into his thick thighs and fluttering your lashes, gagging around his cock while he grunts and rubs a hand over his abs, mouth opening every time your nose touched his groin.

releasing him, you make room for ony this time, placing both of their dicks on your tongue, swirling and giving cute kitty licks. they’re losing it. 

“꒰ ♥︎ ꒱, please. fuckin’ killin’ me,” the rumble in eren’s throat is viscous, close to taking your throat the way he really wanted. 

ony’s brows connect from your salaciousness, hooking on to eren’s bicep and laying his head on his shoulder, pleasure ultimately consuming him as he jerks off into your mouth. eren can’t take it, and does something neither of you expected him to do. eren bends his body low so he’s to your angle, eyes locked as you sloppily swallow the head of his cock before he’s kissing you directly over it, tongue running over his own dick momentarily before it enters the cavern of your mouth. 

eyes wide, you drag out a moan when he softly lands a palm on the side of your face, dick jumping between your lips.

ony’s grip gets tighter on erens arm. “oh my fuckin’ god.”

you’d think it’d been another drunken night the way you were all acting, but in each of your minds you had come to terms with the fact that you’re just nasty for one another. all of you brought out something from within you’d never expect. 

it wasn’t long before they had you laying on your side, chest to chest with eren while onyankopon laid behind, squirting lube over his dick while eren takes his time easing back into your pussy, still so wet for them. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, so fuckin beautiful,” eren pecks your lips, smoothing your hair away from your face, inching his cock just enough so it feels good and there’s enough room for one more. 

gulping, you steady your breathing, trying to prepare yourself for this new position. eren’s fisting his dick, holding it slightly upward so ony could fit, wanting to feel you together. “you g’na let ony in? you g’na make room for him?”

“unh huh,” you focus on his pretty face, ony massaging your ass in his big palm. 

“look at me,” ony strains, turning your face so he’d get your attention. “just relax, we got you.”

“if it hurts, tell us.”

thankful for their reassurance, you calm down, giving them the say-so to use you for their release, satisfied with what you were given. ony guides his dick in carefully, eren rolling his lips inward from the brush of ony’s underside against his, a blush of red creeping over his cheekbones. inhaling through his nose, ony begins to thrust, your face screwing up as you clutch onto eren’s arm in shock, a gasp flowing.

“ooo, this feels so good,” its almost a disbelief, never expecting to ever do anything like this, but it felt right. “ungh, eren — move, please.”

eren lays his forehead on yours while ony takes your nipple into his mouth, thrusting slow to take in a moment that felt passionate. the way their hands caressed your skin all over, eren capturing your lips in a searing kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, exploring the warm cavern with the same intensity he had used earlier between your legs before ony steals some for himself. 

then came the impatience. the brewing need to fuck you like you begged for them silently through your eyes. ony’s holding your left thigh up so he can stroke like he wanted after eren removed his cock, ony moaning with a whiny pitch in your face as he clutched your neck tight, air supply limited. skin clapping harshly, his toned hips pounding into your plush ass, yanking you back on it. the wind is repeatedly knocked out of you, balling up your fists and taking all he gives.

thighs shaking, you’re panting heavily, trying to pull closer to eren so ony’s halfway out of you, finally shoving all his dick in you, splitting you open, pussy fluttering around him.

“onyyyy,” you whine, toes curling, feet almost scrambling.

“nah, don’t fuckin’ run. come take this fuckin’ dick. you promised me, be a good girl and keep it,” ony swats your ass, eren rubbing your pussy, brows knitted as he listens to your sluice cunt. 

“let him get his nut off so i can have mine,” eren orders, screaming in his face and nibbling on the fingers he shoves past your lips. “shh, you want him, don’t you?”

“y-yes— want you too, rennie.”

“so what i say? let him take it.”

“uunhh, shit. unh, baby — yess,” ony’s voice is audible as he cums, your rambles of ‘nut in me, nut in me’ streaming from you depravedly. onyankopon hisses, swatting your ass as he grinds his dick slow, biting your neck and catching his breath.

moving yourself off of him, the heat broadens in your face as the trickle of his cum now coats eren’s dick whom turned your body around to press your back to his chest. rubbing the tip over your clit, he rests the weight of it on your mound. “slide me in.”

“mmph,” whimpering, you take his dick in your hand to line him up, helping him by lowering your pussy on to it as he thrusts upwards, a death grip on your hip.

“fuckin’ love this ‘lil girl,” eren’s tone is gruff, beating your pussy sore. “ahh, you too, baby. milk that fuckin’ dick.”

sobbing, you hang your arms around ony’s neck, whining as eren yanks your ass back to clap onto his sharp hips. “he fuckin’ you good, baby?”

“s-soo good, onya. can’t think.” 

“you feelin’ it? finna cum again?” ony continues to taunt.

“unh huh, feelin’ it daddyyy,” whining in a drowsy mess, you’re slurring your words, onyankopon grinning and kissing you.

“i love watchin’ you cum for me," eren whispers in your ear, thrusts get sloppy, that build up pushing in his abdomen.

“i love when you watch me cum,” you whisper back, pussy clenching tight on his dick, no ability to announce it once you do so.

he didn’t need to hear you say it, knowing it by how much tighter you’d gotten, hole beating around his cock in hard pushes and sucks. locking his forearm around your neck, eren speeds up just for the hell of it, fucking you till his cum mixes with ony’s and heaving into your neck.

the moment you begin crying is when they realize how much this meant to you. cradling you in their arms under the warm sun, kissing every inch of you, asking if you’re okay, cleaning you up just to come back and bask in the embrace. whispers of ‘i love you’s back and forth, allowing one another to feel important. whatever came after this, you hoped it was worth the wait.