//cw: mature themes, oral, threesome, unprotected sex, slight possessiveness/jealousy, mlm (eren and armin kiss and touch each other), praise.//

It's the best way to describe how you're feeling in this moment, as Armin continues to rid you of your clothing from the waist down after you gave him the green light. Eren lays patiently beside you as he watches everything unfold. He can see how eager his best friend is to taste you, and he doesn't mind it. Eren's never been one to play well with others, but when it comes to Armin... he'll make an exception.

The brisk early morning's air tingles your bare skin. You shiver upon its contact, but Eren is quick to pull you in closer with a kiss to distract you. He flicks his tongue playfully against yours as his hand creeps up underneath your double layered jacket to palm your breasts, you attempt to rub your thighs together amidst your arousal but a pair of surprisingly strong hands keep them pried open.

You're reminded of Armin's presence when he wastes no time in pressing his soft lips to your clit, just before flattening his tongue against you to finally sample your essence. You can tell how much he enjoys it by the way he hums quietly to himself with each flick of his tongue.

Of course, you're enjoying it just as much, as you're unable to control the soft moans that escape your lips into the mouth of your other lover who is equally turned on but by the pretty sounds that you make.

Armin's fingers press harder into the plush of your thighs as his appetite for you grows stronger but his pace never relents— his movements are calculated and precise, much different than Eren's wild and impulsive behavior, but still satisfying all the same.

Your hand finds purchase within his silky blonde locks, he lets out a whimper as you absentmindedly grip onto the strands tighter. Eren can't help but chuckle at the way you release your hand, no doubt fearful that you may have pulled a little too hard, but he's quick to grab onto your wrist and place your hand back ontop of the blonde's head.

"You can pull it harder, he likes that."

Eren's breath tickles your neck as he coos into you, his lips pressing petulant kisses into your skin before he decides to leave his mark right underneath the junction of your ear— mostly out of spite for the fact that he's being fueled by the vision of Jean's hands all over you. He needs to make sure that his lips are the only ones you remember... and perhaps Armin's, too.

You follow his advice and add a little more force to your grip, and sure enough Armin let's out a breathy moan at the action, just before dipping a finger into your slit— then another, as his mouth works in tandem with the flick of his wrists. The combination soon becomes almost overwhelming, especially with the way Eren plays with your tits underneath your clothing.

So many sensations, so many hands and mouths all over you at once sends you into a state of pure ecstasy— much better than any high you've ever experienced in your life. Soon enough, you feel your stomach tighten as your orgasm approaches, bucking your hips against Armin's pretty face while you ride it out.

Melodic moans fall from your lips as he removes his fingers from your throbbing pussy, pressing one last kiss to your swollen clit before sitting up on his knees to admire the mess he's made of you.

"You taste so good."

Armin says, lifting his hand to his lips in attempt to taste every last drop of you.

Eren catches his wrist before he can do so, before wrapping his lips around his friend's fingers and sucking off the remnants of your arousal.

"Don't be greedy."

He smirks, after releasing Armin's fingers with a 'pop'— soon threading his hand through the man's undercut and bringing him in for a messy kiss.

You can only admire the way their tongues swirl around each other, both further intoxicating themselves on the taste of you alone. Some of the mess you made on Armin's face transfers over to Eren's during their exchange, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't find it extremely titillating.

Eren's hands make quick work of unbuckling Armin's pants, palming his painfully hard cock over his jeans in preparation for him to get ready to fuck you. He has to admit— as much as Eren wants to have you all to himself, he's enjoying the anticipation of you writhing in pleasure underneath his best friend.

He wonders how pretty the both of you would look as you get lost within the feeling of each other, and he can't wait to find out. Earnestly, he helps to maneuver you into all fours, Armin taking his place behind you and himself at your front. He carefully cradles your cheeks into the palms of his hands, brushing his thumb over the apex of your lips before pushing it in between them.

"Gonna suck me off while Armin fucks you— is that okay, pretty?"

You hum in agreement, eyes wide and lustful gaze heavy with adoration for the beautiful man in-front of you. Eren looks other worldly like this, his long tresses blowing amidst the gentle breeze as the moonlight casts a gentle glow against his skin. You couldn't help but agree to anything he said at this point— it was like you were hypnotized in the most delightful way.

"Good girl."

He praises, removing his digits from your lips so that he can free himself from his jeans— bringing them down just enough to rest at his thighs as he starts to stroke his cock.

Armin carefully rubs his hands up and down the curve of your spine before pressing you into an arch that's deep enough for his liking. He palms at your ass, relishing in the way you feel against his fingertips.

"So beautiful."

He coos, admiring your perfect form from above as he finally takes the his cock into his hand and teases your entrance— rubbing the tip in between your folds to gather up the arousal that's practically dripping for the two of them.

Strong, but tender hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes inside of you, eliciting a gasp from both of your lips as your pussy grips onto him like a vice— you can feel every inch of Armin, the way his cock fills you just enough to make your toes curl as he slams his hips into you.

"F-fuck... pussy's so good."

He's already slurring his words at the feel of your walls pulsing around him— it's taking everything in him not cum already. He can't, not until he's made you cream on his dick at least once. So, he slows his pace, rolling his hips deeply inside of you as he allows you to adjust to the cock that's about to be down your throat.

Eren taps the tip against your lips, beckoning you to open wide for him as he slips himself inside of your mouth. You begin to bob your head in time with Armin's thrusts that are starting to pick up a faster pace.

The brunet before you does his best to stifle the groans that threaten to escape by biting the hem of his shirt as he watches you take him as best as you can— the tears spilling down your cheeks have him ready to fill your throat, especially when he locks eyes with Armin's pretty baby blues and pink-dusted cheeks.

This is everything he could've asked for, he thinks to himself, as he lets himself go into your mouth— unable to stop the string of curses that leave his lips, hips bucking and stuttering with every rope of cum that shoots onto your tongue.

"Doing so good for us, baby— love watching you take Armin's cock."

Maybe that was his way of excusing himself for coming so quickly, but it certainly wasn't a lie. Watching you get fucked into a stupor by his best friend was making him hard all over again. The heavenly mixture of yours and Armin's moans filled the air as you equally brought each other closer to the edge— your pussy sucking him back in with each push and pull.

You feel Eren's hands brush against your cheeks, lifting you up so that you can look him in those gorgeous viridian eyes. He wants to watch you as you cum on Armin's cock, wants his image to be burned into your mind so that everytime you close your eyes, you remember this moment... and that he's the one who made it happen for you.

Not Jean, him.

"I think he's close, pretty." He breathes into you, leaning down to your level to speak sweet nothings against the shell of your ear. "Want him cum in that pretty pussy?"

You nod your head in agreement, cries slipping from your lips as you feel your release building with each thrust of Armin's hips.

"Please, 'ren— want him to cum."

You slur, babbling anything that comes to mind at this point.

Eren can't help the smirk that adorns his handsome face as his chest swells with pride at the fact that you're asking him for permission to let Armin cum inside of you.

"You heard her; give our baby what she wants."

and with that, Armin delivers a series of back shots that leave your legs shaking and your pussy clenching desperately around his cock as your eyes flutter shut. You moan out each of their names in a jumbled mess of nonsense, but it doesn't matter at this point— all you can do is lay still in Eren's arms as Armin empties himself inside of you, accompanied by a whimpered cry of your name.

"Promise me something, y/n." Eren says softly, as he peppers sweet kisses to your cheeks and forehead— a silent way of letting you know he's proud of you for being so good for him.

"Promise you'll stay with me—" he stops for a moment, admiring the way Armin attempts to clean you up as best as he can given the circumstances— remembering the way he felt so fucking euphoric in the heat of the moment between the three of you.

"Promise...