#thirstmas

He keeps it tucked along the plush curvature of your backside as his hands come forward into your vision with a soaped cloth. He lets the sudsy warmth cleanse the skin he had been working to untense as the droplets slip to plink back in the tub. He traverses downwards from there, carefully cleaning the heavy breasts and swelling tummy that are exposed for his view. Hair pushed aside with your husband on the opposite shoulder, Erwin begins kissing your neck, ending at your hairline to place one on the top of your head.

"You're beautiful in so many ways, but seeing you glow every day a little bit more as our child grows…"

He cannot stop the grind of his persistent erection at your cheeks, letting out a groan as you press back into him teasingly. He tucks his face into your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt down your body despite the heat pooling between your legs. Erwin seeks the source readily, fingertips pulling your thighs and labia apart with ease, middle finger poised lightly on that electric button of pleasure.

"'Win, fuck, please."

"Please, what, hm?"

A keening whine looses from your lungs as Erwin begins a languorously unhurried pace at your cunt, a fanning of breath as he exhales a delighted chuckle at your speechlessness.

"N-no."

Erwin stops immediately, other hand leaving the water to pull your chin up to him since he couldn't read your tone. You don't give him a chance to ask as pink burns a minor embarrassment of misunderstanding on your face.

"Sorry, meant I want you to fuck me. Please? I need you inside of me."

Tears grace your lashline without leaving while Erwin helps you get out of the tub, offering his hand for you to steady against as you step out. You fall into his arms as he lifts you up to take you to bed.

“I don’t know, Eren mentioned…”

“Shh. Let me have my fantasy.”

“Oh, it’s a full blown fantasy now, huh? Should I pack my things or do I have time for a bite to eat first?”

“I guess it could be arranged.”

“What, a cab or my snack?”

Your giggles do not cease as you shrug a vague, “both?” The laughter turns into a yelp as Armin uses your mirth to knock you back on the bed, hands imploring to tug your skirt up and over your hips as he hauls you down the bed with that hidden strength he always manages to pull out during sex.

“How about you tell me about how you want Mikasa to ride your face while you’re a good little fucktoy for her.”

“Mm, deal.”

“Ah, but you can’t stop talking until I’m done.”

A pause. You know how much Armin enjoys lapping at your pussy like he has all the time in the world. He loves eating cunt as if it will disappear if he brings his mouth off it. Could you handle it with how sensitive you still felt after this morning?

“I didn’t stutter.”

You hadn’t, but you would be, as Armin would make sure of it with that attitude.

The sensory deprivation is intense at first. As your eyes are covered in Jean's shirt and your arms bound with Eren's behind your back, moving altogether is quite difficult. It helps that you're able to lean your shoulders on the couch when a hand presses the command to bend over, but it only goes so far, still disorienting. The fingers trail down with your acquiescence, stopping at the curvature of your cheeks.

A foot shoves forward and makes quick work of spreading you uncomfortably further. It sends an ache almost immediately to both your cunt and hips in dominating pleasure-pain. You've no idea who is who, yet, nor the extent of the plan, but you're so ready that you're dripping onto the floor audibly now. The heat from your arousal travels to your face, reddening it cherry, but you stay perfectly still.

"Fuck!"

The whisper-yell of appreciation has you flinching, but then lifting and backing up your hips as the seeking touch finally begins caressing down your backside and thighs. Two more hands join, but by tugging your bound hands down to spread your cheeks wide for prying eyes. Then, with a little crash to the floor, hot breath fans your labia, followed by a tongue directly to your clit as you hear a bottle open as loudly as gunfire.