#eremika

Eren’s touch is less gentle. He drags two fingers slowly through your folds, spreading the slick that’s been leaking out of you for the past twenty minutes. “Fuck, listen to that,” he mutters. “You’re soaked already. We’ve barely started and you’re dripping all over my hand like a desperate little mess.”

You whine, hips twitching forward involuntarily. “Eren… please...”

“Please what?” He circles your clit once and pulls away completely. “We’re studying, remember? Can’t reward you for nothing.”

Mikasa presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, she’s gentler than him. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so well. Just one more right answer and we’ll touch you properly again.” Her fingers keep rolling your nipples in slow circles, keeping you on edge without giving you any real relief.

You’re panting now, thighs shaking, the ache between your legs is unbearable. Every light graze from Eren earlier has left you throbbing, clit swollen and sensitive.

“Next… next question,” you beg, voice cracking.

Eren chuckles, flipping to the next page. “Alright. Who was the leader of the Bolsheviks during the Russian Revolution?”

Your brain feels fuzzy. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to remember. “Lenin… Vladimir Lenin.”

Mikasa smiles against your skin. “Yes, baby. Good job.”

This time they both move. Mikasa’s hand slips lower, joining Eren’s. Her touch is softer as she spreads your folds open for him. Eren’s middle finger slides inside you slowly, just one knuckle deep, curling lazily while his thumb brushes your clit in teasing strokes that never quite commit.

“Oh, f-fuck!” you whimper, head falling back against Mikasa’s shoulder. Your hips rock desperately, chasing the friction, but Eren pulls back the second you start getting close. "N-no, please!"

“Pathetic,” Eren says, but there’s a hint of affection under the mean tone. He brings his wet fingers to your mouth, tapping your lips. “Look how messy you are. Open.”

You obey with a broken whine, sucking his fingers clean while Mikasa kisses your temple.

“Such a needy thing,” Mikasa murmurs, voice like velvet. “We can hear how wet you are every time you shift. It’s cute… but you have to earn it, okay?”

Eren wipes his fingers on your thigh and picks the notes back up, ignoring the way you’re clenching around nothing now. “Next one. And try not to sound so fucking desperate when you answer, yeah? Or we’ll make you wait even longer.”

You let out a frustrated sob, but your voice is already trembling with anticipation for the next question. “Ask me…” you whisper, voice small and whiny. “Please ask me the next one.”

Tears of frustration are gathering at the corners of your eyes and every breath comes out as a pathetic little whimper. Eren flips the page again, his voice calm like he isn’t torturing you. “What were the main causes of World War I?”

You can barely think. Your pussy is aching, swollen and dripping down your thighs onto the sheets. “The… the alliances… and the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand… and militarism…” Your voice cracks halfway through, turning into a needy moan when Eren’s fingers graze your inner thigh again, so close but not enough.

Mikasa kisses the shell of your ear sweetly. “That’s my smart girl. You’re doing so good for us.”

Eren smirks, but instead of rewarding you properly, he just drags one knuckle slowly up your slit, collecting your wetness without pressing inside. “Jesus. Such a desperate little slut for a couple of fingers, huh?”

You whine loudly, trying to grind down onto his hand, but Mikasa holds your hips still with gentle hands.

“Eren… be nice,” she reprimands, though there’s amusement in her tone. “She’s shaking so much. Look at her clit… it’s all puffy and needy.”

Eren chuckles darkly, circling your entrance with a fingertip but never pushing in. “Yeah, I see it. Poor thing’s been clenching around nothing for the last ten minutes. Bet you’d come in two seconds if we actually touched you properly.”

“Please mmph!” you sob, voice high and broken. “I can’t nghh I need it… I’m so wet it hurts…”

Mikasa coos softly, one hand still playing with your nipple while the other strokes your stomach. “Shh, I know. You’ve been such a good girl answering all those questions. Maybe you’ve earned a little more now.”

Eren raises an eyebrow, still teasing your folds with feather-light touches. “You think? She’s been whimpering the whole time. Kinda cute, but I don’t know if she deserves to cum yet.”

Mikasa leans forward a little, pressing her cheek to yours as she looks at him. Her voice is soft, persuasive. “Come on, Eren. She got the last three right without even hesitating. She’s trying so hard… and she’s dripping all over the sheets because of us. Don’t you want to see her fall apart?”

You nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Please, Eren… Mikasa… I’ll be good! I’ll study more after, please let me cum…”

Eren stares at you for a long moment, then sighs like he’s doing you a huge favor. “Fine. But only because Mikasa’s asking nicely.” He sets the notes aside completely this time. “You better make it loud for us.”

Both of them shift closer. Mikasa’s hand slides down between your legs first, her fingers gentle as she spreads your soaked folds open, exposing your throbbing clit to the cool air.

“There we go… so pretty and wet,” she whispers, kissing your neck.

Eren doesn’t hold back. He pushes two fingers inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your vision blur. At the same time, Mikasa starts rubbing circles over your clit with two fingers, perfectly coordinated.

“Oh my god...” you cry out, back arching hard between them. Your legs shake violently as they work you together. Eren thrusts his fingers in a steady rhythm while Mikasa’s touch stays soft but relentless on your clit.

“That’s it,” Eren growls. “Feel that? Two of us playing with this greedy pussy at the same time. You’re clenching so fucking tight. Such a messy girl.”

Mikasa’s breath is warm against your ear. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just let go. We’ve got you. Come on… cum for us.”

The pressure builds impossibly fast. Their combined touches push you right to the edge in seconds. You’re moaning loudly now, hips jerking uncontrollably, completely unable to hold back.

“I’m... I’m gonna, fuck wait wait wait—” Your voice breaks into a desperate sob as the orgasm crashes over you.

Eren doesn’t stop. He curls his fingers harder, pressing right against your g-spot. “C'mon, baby. What are you waiting for?”

Mikasa keeps rubbing your clit through it, kissing your shoulder. “Let it happen, sweetheart. We want to see it.”

Your whole body seizes up. A broken cry tears from your throat as you cum hard, clear fluid gushing out around Eren’s fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs and the sheets beneath you. You squirt in messy pulses, trembling and whimpering helplessly while they keep touching you through every wave, drawing it out until you’re a shaking and sobbing mess between them.

Eren slows his fingers but doesn’t pull out right away, letting you clench around him as the aftershocks roll through you. Mikasa presses soft kisses all over your neck and jaw, murmuring praises. “Good girl… such a good girl for us. Look at the mess you made…”

You’re panting, tears streaming down your face, pussy still twitching around Eren’s fingers as the last little spurts leave you completely spent.

Eren finally slides his fingers out slowly, bringing them up to show you how drenched they are. “Fuck… you really are pathetic,” he says, but his voice is softer. “Squirting all over us.”

You try to hide your face in Mikasa’s neck, but she takes your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“S-sorry for... the mess,” you manage to say, lowering your gaze.

Eren snorts, Mikasa clicks her tongue. “Nothing to be sorry about, baby,” Mikasa encourages you, taking your lips in a soft kiss.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cum, you have no idea.” Eren climbs so he's close to your face now, sucking a mark in your neck while Mikasa keeps kissing you.

“We have to keep going, sweetheart,” she tells you, while Eren is focused on leaving bruises and red marks in your neck and boobs.

“Huh?” you say, blissed from all the touches.

“You still have a lot to study, and your exam is tomorrow!”

“But... but…” You look at Eren, who’s already kissing down your stomach and resting his cheek on your inner thigh.

“No buts, baby. We have many, many questions left.”