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Reiner/Porco

Porco knelt before you, his wide eyes and dilated pupils focused intently between your legs. He was drooling slightly, the saliva pooling in the corner of his lips that he licked so incessantly because he just couldn't believe how undeniably hot you are and that you were dating Reiner of all people.

You flicked your gaze to your boyfriend, who stood with his arms crossed and a bite-ridden bottom lip, his gaze mirroring Porco's and fixed on your pussy, which was throbbing over the attention of two very attractive men. Reiner towered over Porco, his muscles flexing with every inch Porco moved closer to you, and you considered countless other possibilities of the three of you intimately together. Perhaps this would just be the beginning.

Porco glanced up to you, smiled weakly as his eyes kept flicking back to your dampening panties. "Can I touch you now?" he asked, more-so out of politeness than genuine concern. You nodded, and Reiner grunted, looked away as Porco's hands caressed your inner thighs and his warm hands reached for the delicate line of your panties.

You noticed Reiner's pupils dilate as Porco removed the fabric obstructing the view, and smiled wide at the hitched breath he took before lowering his lips to your clit. You tilted your head back, exposed the vast expanse of your throat to the room as the man licked away, the ache in your pelvis growing greater with each motion and the temperature of your body increasing under the intense observation of Reiner standing over you.

The breath was catching in your throat, your fist tangling into the sheets and you snuck a quick glance to Reiner, only to see him reaching for his erection, palming himself off at the sight of his best friend pleasing you. He was into it, fully into watching the two of you and hearing your blissful moans throughout the room, even if he wasn't the sole cause. But his intense observation was sending shivers down your spine in tandem with Porco's lips on your clit, and now you were really considering the horny opportunities blossoming between you three.

(Eren/Armin)

"You said you were okay with this, right?" Armin asked lightly, crouched between your open thighs, his crystal blue eyes sparkling with excitement. So kind of him to ask. “Eren didn't assume anything... right?"

Eren rolled his eyes at Armin's implication and held your hand tighter, protectively, more defensively. "Yes, asshole," he grumbled. Armin's eyes flicked to Eren briefly before refocusing on the liquid clinging to your labia, licking his thin lips. “Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

You chuckled, a sound that admittedly soothed both their nerves, and squeezed Eren’s hand tighter. "Yeah, Armin, I'm okay with this," you breathed out coyly, squirming slightly on your legs but smiled wider when you noticed that Armin's stare followed your clit with every movement.

So Armin's tongue and fingers reached out simultaneously, settled on your body like it was home and evoked a breathless gasp at the light yet powerful touch against your clit. Armin quickly adjusted his motion with each encouraging noise slipping from your lips, with each muscle contraction in your legs that inspired him to finger-fuck you faster, harder. He was a bright student, and he learned your body's quirks quickly enough to spark moans and gasps with every touch.

Eren's grip on your hand tightened with each pleasureful noise you released, so tight you couldn't break free from his grasp. But you honestly couldn't focus on that right now, with your mind centered solely on the feeling between your legs, one that should've felt so foreign but honestly felt so good you almost forgot it wasn't your boyfriend at all.

Your thighs were squeezing tight together, collapsing in on Armin's head at the rising pleasure. You could feel Armin's smile against your sensitive skin, could feel Eren's tight grip verging on breaking your hand, when the man suddenly ripped his hand from yours, wrapped it in Armin's hair and ripped him away from you too.

(Jean/Connie)

“Daaamn, babe. Lowkey, you need to kill Jean because he was wayyy understating how sexy you are,” Connie says as he tucks between your legs, biting his bottom lip and glancing briefly to Jean before immediately relocating his gaze to your thighs. Jean's looks could kill right now, the intensity bore a resolution similar to that of strong determination.

"Just start, moron. Put that big mouth to good use." Jean wasn't entirely thrilled with the prospect, but your excitement about the idea won him over. So, he was determined to allow you to experience this with actual pleasure. But he worried about Connie's ability to please you--to thoroughly, genuinely please you.

So when Connie stuck his head between your thighs and you weren't instantly moaning, Jean's hand was immediately caressing your inner thigh the way he knew you liked it, his other hand coming to your hip and pressing circles into the dip in your hips too. In between directing Connie on the best movements and spots to touch you, on where inside he should angle his fingers and when he should lick your clit, Jean whispered praises to you, various good girl's and that's it baby's that entered through your ears and fed straight to your groin.

You were gasping for air as the feeling of four hands caressed your sensitive skin, as Connie licked and fingered you and Jean caressed your body and tits. You were gasping, but Jean knew you could be screaming, so he advised Connie to tilt his hand a little more, thrust in a little faster, press a little harder, as his own hands made their way to your nipples and his mouth pressed to your neck.

(Levi/Erwin)

One of Levi’s hands firmly held onto yours as the Erwin's hand swiped the panties to the side, a light shiver from the cold exposure and their intense gaze running up your spine.

Erwin looked at you and smiled, warmly and inviting, and you couldn't help but wonder what else his mouth was capable of doing when Levi's hand gently rubbed against your upper thigh. You indulged in the view, the two of them standing there, Erwin towering over both you and Levi, both men staring wantonly at the warming and dampening muscle...

Your mind wandered to what else you could do together, what other positions you could make use of and how they would have to position you to accommodate their height difference. How fun that could be for you, to be stretched and flexed and rotated and used.

“Still okay?” Erwin asked gently, more of out respect than genuine concern, as he was already bending down and leaning closer to your apex. You hummed in response, and as soon as the hum vibrated to his ears, Erwin's lips were on the exposed muscle, licking and kissing and biting at your inner thigh. He indulged, heavily, into the role, giving you no time to process as his hands and mouth explored your lower half.

The feeling burned inside Levi as he listened to your moans fill the room, watched the way your squirmed and made a mess on the sheets. He couldn't just watch anymore, so he leaned over you and started kissing your neck and chest, his hands roaming all over your torso as Erwin played with your clit. The sensation was almost overwhelming your senses, too much to focus on while the noises you released were verging pornographic, nonstop streams of moans and groans flooding the room with reckless abandon.

“yeah, baby, m’just too sleepy … we have to be up at sunrise again tomorrow, but do whatever you want.”

he groans against your neck. “I love you so much, angel, it makes my heart fucking hurt. so perfect for me.”

“yeah? you’re such a good boy, reiner.”

he chokes out a soft cry, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t getting a bit worked up, but you’re exhausted. he’s softly pawing at your stomach and hips, crying and sniffling. he’s just so fucking big, his warm hands traveling along your pretty body, and his big, heavy length slotted against you.

“you love me, don’t you? please tell me that you love me, baby.”

“I love you, reiner.”

he sighs, his heart pounding in his chest. you kiss him softly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your throat, the other pushing your hips back into his and holding you there. he’s rubbing against you in long strokes, humping against your thighs and ass. the friction from the clothes does feel good, but he desperately wants to touch your skin.

while you’re distracted by his mouth, his fingers pull at your pajamas and slip into your panties. you moan against his lips, so close that you’re stealing each other’s breaths. he rubs your clit so softly, in gentle circles, just enough for your cunt to start dripping around his fingertips. after a moment, you push his hand away and he whines.

“shhhh, just focus on yourself.” you reassure him as you turn away, still mostly preoccupied with sleep. “n-need, please.” he whispers, on the verge of tears. “yeah? you need my pussy, baby?” you take his hand in yours again, and you’re so much smaller than him. you guide his hand back into your panties, gently placing your fingers over top of his while he whimpers and humps you harder.

he’s close, but he’s having second thoughts about cumming in his pants and making such a mess this fucking late. he slips his pajamas off, turning you onto your stomach and fucking your perfect thighs while rubbing your clit. he’s practically laying on top of you, his face still in your neck and you’re both panting and moaning into the pillows — it’s desperate, messy, and rushed, but it feels so fucking good.

“reiner, just—” you breathe, hardly able to think. at first, you didn’t care about finishing, but now it’s all you can think about. “just let me fuck you, baby, please, just lay down.”

“nnnn,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum, angel, please, I can’t—”

“rei, baby, be good, just listen to me.”

he swallows hard, pouting, but of course he’s going to listen to you. he’s your good boy.

he lets you settle on top of him, his toes curling and his eyes nearly crossing as soon as you sink down onto his thick cock. your warm, tight pussy gets caught on his rosy head due to the lack of prep, and you softly fuck yourself on it until you can slip further down his length. he lets out a cry, covering his mouth, biting his hand to keep quiet.

you normally need to be prepped much more because he’s so big, but you need him fast and you need him now. it’ll always be a struggle to fit him, and his gentle fingering didn’t really open you up much. your brows knit together as you bite your lip in concentration, planting your dainty hands onto his chest, your little pussy fluttering as she swallows him down inch by inch.

“reiner .. it’s too fucking big,” you pout, riding him as best as you can in deep, languid strokes that you can feel in your tummy.

“I know, m’so sorry, baby. I’ll eat your pussy for hours next time, I’m sorry, I just needed you so fucking bad tonight.” he sighs, breathless.

he lets you fuck him like this, one hand resting behind his head and the other on your waist, his muscles clenching and shimmering in the soft candlelight. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world, and he can’t believe how lucky he is to let you use him like this, to be allowed the privilege of pleasing you .. which makes him realize that he should be the one doing the work.

“doin’ so good for me, c’mere, pretty girl.” he whispers, softly laying you onto his chest, his hands guiding your hips to ride him. he knows how sleepy you are, and he just wants you to sit there and take it like his perfect little cocksleeve. and god, are you good at it; just whining and crying and praising him, softly digging your nails into his muscular chest while you lick and suck at his neck, brushing against his sensitive nipples every so often, making him whimper and lose control.

you’re absolutely soaked now, which lets him pound you hard as he easily slips in and out of your pretty hole. he’s so gentle and sweet in the way he touches you, but not in the way that he’s fucking you right now. he can tell that you’re close, and he’s surprised that he’s held out this long. your pussy is squeezing around him like your life depends on it, and you’re fucked out, mewling about how deep he is and how fucking good he feels.

“shhhh, baby, just cum for me, please.” he pleads so softly, taking his thumb to rub your little sweet spot to help you out. “good fucking girl, that’s it.” he feels you clench down hard as you cum on his big cock, and he has to pull out right that second or he’s going to fill you up. the pit of your stomach is hot, all molten lust that pours out of you while you shiver and clench around nothing, and he replaces two of his thick fingers right where he was inside of you so that he can help fuck you through it.

you’re sobbing, wetting his chest with warm tears, grasping at him and you feel ropes of hot, thick cum coat his abs where you’re on top of him. reiner groans and cries your name, holding you close as he quietly shushes you, still rubbing his gorgeous, massive, needy cock against your stomach just to overstim himself against your soft skin.

he kisses your pretty face all over, and you’re already falling asleep again because you’re so comfy and content. he grabs a worn shirt of his and cleans up before slipping on fresh clothes, trying his best not to stir you. he doesn’t care about any sticky mess on himself; he just wants you to be comfortable and warm for the night. he sighs, softly kissing your cheek as he holds you close. reiner looks at you with all of the love in the world, rubbing your back and threading his scarred fingers through your hair.

“love you, angel girl.”

yeah, he plans to wake you up with head in the morning as thanks for putting up with him when he gets like this.

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

notes. reiner, you’ll always be famous :3

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