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None of you were sure who suggested it first. Honestly it just started as a dumb jokes between the three of you as you slowly became closer, both on and off of the battlefield. Perhaps it wasn’t even one of you who made the first quip. You wouldn’t put it beyond some of the other mercs to make some lewd remark about what you, Heavy, and Medic may get up to at night behind closed doors.
Of course now, how it started didn’t matter. The point was, what began as a joke that you all played along with for laughs had evolved. A few lewd jokes turned into barely concealed flirting. Then there were semi-serious discussions, which soon became very serious propositions. Which one of you three first suggested it seriously was also a matter of mystery. But you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about all those specifics, not right now.
The three of you entered Medic’s private quarters together after making sure the other mercs were either asleep or out of the base for the night. You glanced around anxiously. Heavy and Medic stood just a few steps behind you. You knew what you came here to do, and you definitely wanted it, but you had also been nervous from the very beginning.
Now, confronted with the privacy of the room, the bed, and the two men standing expectantly behind you, your anxiety seemed to have increased tenfold. So you froze up, waiting for a cue, a hint, or any other form of instruction as to what was supposed to happen first.
It was probably only a minute at the most, but it felt like an eternity until Medic finally approached you. He placed a hand on your shoulder gently, reassuringly.
“Do you still want this, dear?” He asked, smiling down at you softly.
“Yes, I do,” you said, taking a few breaths to steady your nerves.
“We will take care of you, девочка,” Heavy said. “No need to be nervous.”
You calmed down at the reassurance from the two of them. Medic kissed your forehead before moving to your lips and eventually to the sensitive skin of your neck. You sighed as his hands traveled down your sides until they reached your pants, quickly pushing them down until they fell to the ground.
You stepped out of them carefully, kicking them to the side so as not to trip on them. You heard Heavy come up behind you and soon felt his hands begin to explore your body as well. You relaxed into the touch, thankful that things were finally heating up. Heavy ran his hands over your thighs and paused near the waistband of your underwear, considering them for a moment. However, he ended up passing them up in preference for tugging up the hem of your shirt.
Medic, who was still occupied with your lips, only broke the kiss when Heavy began to lift your shirt up and off of you. You shivered as your skin was exposed to the air, now standing in just underwear and a bra.
Realizing you had been letting Medic monopolize you for a while, you turned to face Heavy. Now that he was so close, you could see how much larger than you he was. You practically had to crane your neck upward to look him in the eye. A slight sense of intimidation ran through you as he took one of your hands and guided you over to the bed in a manner that was almost gentleman-like.
Heavy sat down on the mattress, and only then did you lean in to kiss him as well. Attempting to do so before would have required him to awkwardly lean down to your level. Even with him seated on the bed and you standing in front of him the two of you were just barely at an equal height.
You heard fabric rustling behind you as Medic got undressed, simply laying his clothes on the ground as he approached the bed. You shuddered when you felt him behind you, leaning over you and pressing rough kisses to the nape of your neck, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin and making you whimper softly.
As content as you were to simply bask in the shower of kisses and attention, the arousal between your hips was slowly growing more intense. Pressing your thighs together wasn't going to quell it forever.
It wasn’t long before any lingering nervousness was smothered by your arousal. You climbed onto Heavy’s lap, startling the larger man. Medic simply made a small noise of interest, not so different from the hums you had heard him make in a laboratory setting when observing an especially interesting specimen.
Heavy’s hands fell to your lower back as you squirmed, grinding your hips firmly against the bulge beginning to form in his pants and eliciting a soft grunt. He was surprisingly quiet, the complete opposite of how he was on the battlefield. You gasped softly as you pressed yourself against him, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
Your breath hitched when Heavy suddenly held you by the waist, forcing you to stay still. He grasped you gently, like he was afraid to break you, but it was enough to keep you from writhing against him, no matter how much you wanted to. With his strength, he probably could break you, but that wasn’t your main concern at the moment. Why did he make you stop?
“Is everything okay?” You asked, genuinely worried that you may have done something wrong.
“Yes, is just…” Heavy trailed off, glancing around nervously until his eyes landed on Medic, who had climbed onto the surprisingly spacious bed next to the two of you. “Doktor should go first.”
You didn’t even get a chance to ask why. Medic began to run his hands over your thighs, gently pulling you off of Heavy’s lap and into his arms. Heavy watched as Medic grabbed your hips, letting you grind against his thigh and stifling your whimpers with rough kisses.
You and Medic were on more equal footing when it came to how clothed the two of you were. His vest and shirt lay on the floor, but he still wore pants. Not for long, you decided, reaching to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down in a quick motion and freeing his erection.
Although he had insisted that Medic go first, Heavy apparently wasn’t going to just sit back and watch without participating. You jumped slightly as you felt one of his hands run down your back until it reached the waistband of your underwear, pulling the fabric down. You hopped off of Medic for just a moment, allowing Heavy to remove the garment completely. The moment they were off and tossed to the floor, Medic pulled you back onto his lap.
Aroused and surprisingly impatient, you didn’t waste any time sinking down onto his cock with a grateful moan. Medic allowed you to bounce on top for a few moments, but it wasn't long before he took charge, pushing you back and thrusting into you faster.
As you leaned back, you realized you weren’t lying back on the mattress. You were leaning against Heavy’s chest, essentially sandwiched between the two men.
“Don’t be shy, mein Heavy,” Medic groaned, “Go on, touch her.”
You looked back at the larger man with a blissful smile, encouraging him to do what he wished with you. Heavy tentatively occupied himself with the upper part of your body, as it was currently pressed firmly against him.
Realizing you were still wearing your bra, Heavy went to remove it. After a short struggle with the clasp- small clasps didn’t exactly mesh gracefully with large hands- he finally managed to take it off, leaving you completely naked.
Now with your chest exposed, Heavy rested his hands on your breasts, running his fingers over your sensitive flesh as Medic continued to fuck you against him. Heavy’s hands were massive, much like the rest of him. They practically covered your whole chest as he caressed you, groping softly at first, but soon growing a bit more rough as he began to give in to his own arousal. You yelped at a sudden rough squeeze, and he immediately backed off.
“мне жаль,” Heavy whispered, and although you couldn’t quite recognize the words, you recognized the apologetic twinge in his voice.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. It actually felt kind of nice- fuck!” You cut yourself off with a moan when Medic thrust against an especially good spot. Noticing your reaction, he grinned and quickly made a point to keep hitting that area, turning you into a whimpering mess quicker than you thought was possible.
Heavy turned his attention back to your chest, eager to make you feel good too. After a few caresses he found himself holding onto your waist to keep you steady as your orgasm overtook you more suddenly than expected, your body writhing against him as you rode it out. Medic thrust harder into you, following soon after with a groan.
Heavy pressed soft kisses to your neck as you relaxed, your breathing gradually steadying. As you leaned against him, you became aware of something pressing against your back, reminding you that you weren’t done yet.
Still riding the euphoria from your previous orgasm, you turned to face Heavy with a smirk. With just a glance you could tell he was even harder than he had been before, his cock straining obviously against the fabric of his pants.
“It doesn’t seem fair that you’re the only one still clothed,” you said with an impish tone. Medic chuckled softly at how bold you were. Heavy laughed as well, albeit a bit more nervously.
“Perhaps you should do something about that, liebling,” Medic suggested, guiding your hands to Heavy’s belt. It didn’t take you long to remove it.
“Doktor,” Heavy said, with some slight concern in his voice, which didn’t really register in your mind as you eagerly unzipped his fly and pulled the waistband of his boxers down.
Oh.
Holy shit.
“Impressive, isn’t he?” Medic’s voice brought you back to reality, and you realized you were staring. Still, you couldn’t help but sit in stunned silence as Heavy shifted back to remove his pants and boxers completely, dropping them to the floor to add to the growing pile of discarded clothing. He glanced to the side, avoiding eye contact as if he was the one who was nervous.
It dawned on you why Heavy had wanted Medic to take you first. There was no way you were going to be able to take that without some kind of preparation. You still weren’t sure if you’d be able to, even now.
“Wow,” you whispered, mostly to yourself as you finally regained your ability to speak. Heavy’s face was flushed. It was humorous to see the large man looking so bashful.
“I understand if you do not want to,” Heavy mumbled, reluctant to look you in the eye. “I know size can be intimidating.”
“Oh no, I can do it,” you quickly stammered. Medic let out a small, incredulous laugh, which you tried to ignore. You placed a hand on Heavy’s face, leaning up to kiss him. You weren’t intimidated. Nope. Not at all.
“Go on then, liebling,” Medic whispered, “Climb on top.”
“Yes, that is best. Would not want to crush you, tiny girl,” Heavy said, leaning back to let you climb atop him.
All right, maybe you were a bit intimidated. Of course you only admitted this to yourself once you had positioned yourself over Heavy. Before you could make a move a soft ‘ahem’ brought your attention back to Medic, who held a small bottle up in front of you.
Lube, of course. You barely kept yourself from face palming for forgetting that. Removing the cap, Medic poured a generous amount of the bottle’s contents onto his hand before reaching around you and grasping Heavy’s cock, spreading it and eliciting a soft moan from the larger man as he did. You watched, your arousal heightening once again at the sight.
When Medic finally decided everything was ready, he put the cap back onto the lube with an affirmative hum. You took that as your cue to go ahead. With a deep breath, you began to lower yourself onto his cock.
Heavy groaned softly as you progressed. You, on the other hand, cursed quietly to yourself, maybe a bit louder than you meant to. Even with the lube, it was quite the task.
“Careful dear, there’s no need to rush,” Medic cautioned, placing a gentle hand on your back.
“I’m fine,” you gasped, rocking your hips in a desperate attempt to adjust as you finally took him to the hilt. It honestly took all of your willpower not to sob. It felt like your nerves were on fire, a conflicting combination of pleasure and pain that threatened to bring you to tears.
“She is very tight,” Heavy said, obviously concerned.
“Just try to relax meine liebe,” Medic whispered, continuing to stroke you back reassuringly. “It will feel good soon.”
“I know, just give me a moment. You can start moving if you want,” you said, your voice strained and not very convincing at all. Not to mention there was no hiding the somewhat pained expression on your reddened face. Heavy shook his head in response.
“нет. I do not want to hurt you, любимая,” he said.
“Here fraulein, lean back on me,” Medic said as he pulled you into his embrace. “Deep breaths, just like that.”
You leaned into Medic’s touch, letting the soft rise and fall of his chest soothe you until the pain began to fade into a pleasant stretch. He pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck, and you felt him smirk when you started to squirm, desperate for some kind of friction now that you had adjusted enough for it to feel pleasurable.
“There, isn’t that better?” Medic whispered, his lips brushing against your ear and making you shiver.
“I will move now, девочка, but will go slow,” Heavy said, sitting up, and carefully maneuvering the two of you into a position that offered him a bit more leverage. He looked down at you expectantly, waiting for permission to go on.
“Yes, please,” you moaned, nodding enthusiastically.
Heavy started off slow, just as promised, with long and gentle thrusts to carefully test your limits. You were grateful to see that he wasn’t the kind of man that thought his size would do all the work. He was very attentive, paying attention to your responses and taking note of what angles made you feel especially good.
It seemed that Heavy eventually decided that you were aroused enough to tolerate a slightly faster pace. It was only a small increase of speed, but the fact that he happened to be angled right towards your g-spot when he decided to pick up the pace had you moaning with abandon.
“Is this good, девочка?” Heavy asked, a bit startled but your stronger reaction, but eager to see more of it.
“Yes, please just keep moving like that!” You begged, trembling as Heavy managed to hit that sweet spot repeatedly.
Medic chuckled at your reactions as he began to take his time with your upper body, caressing your breasts as you writhed against him and gripped at the sheets below.
“That’s it, now it’s really starting to feel good, ja?” He asked as he teased you with small nips and bites along your neck and collarbone.
Any kind of response you had was cut off by your own desperate moans when you suddenly felt Heavy grasp your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts even more while holding you steady. It seemed he was finally ready to get a bit rough with you, and the pleasure made your head spin.
“Yes, that’s what I thought,” Medic said, laughing softly at your failed attempt to answer him. “You see, mein Heavy? I told you she would be able to take you. And she seems to be having just as good of an experience as you are.”
So, they had previously discussed this on their own.
“Da, she is very, very good,” Heavy gasped between hitching breaths and soft grunts. He gasped softly, every so often moaning a word or two in Russian.
You were a mess, moaning and frantically clutching at the thin sheets beneath you as the pleasure began to build. Medic seemed to find entertainment in simply observing all of it, every move, every shudder, and every obscene noise that fell from your lips.
“Oh, you are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?,” Medic teased, knowing that the answer was obvious. Yet, you still nodded in response, just out of habit and politeness. He chuckled at that. “Such a good girl, taking him so well. Perhaps with enough practice you could take both of us at once? Do you like the sound of that, schatz?”
A shiver down your spine, and you felt a slight thrill at the thought, a bit of intimidation, and a whole lot of anticipation. The idea of somehow being stretched even more than you already were brought you even closer to the edge, nearly toppling over it.
“Doktor,” Heavy moaned, cutting off Medic’s plethora of teasing remarks. “I am very close,”
Heavy shuddered, his thrusts growing uneven as he approached his climax. He was looking at you with a desperate gaze, clouded with pleasure. It was most likely a mirror image of your own expression.
“I believe she is quite close as well. Aren’t you, liebe?” Medic asked, still unable to turn off the teasing even for a moment. “You don’t even have to answer. I can tell by the way you moan and writhe against me. You’re going to come very soon, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes please!” You gasped, those three words alone being the only ones you could formulate at the moment.
Medic reached around to the front of your body, his hand traveling down slowly until he was rubbing circles around your clit as Heavy thrust into you. That was all the push you needed to send you tumbling over the edge. Heavy shuddered as you clenched tightly around him, his soft groaning contrasting with your shrill cries as he reached his climax as well.
You bucked your hips weakly, chasing those last aftershocks of pleasure before you went limp, breathing harshly and letting Medic run his hands over your body, soothing you as you came down from your high. Heavy rolled to the side, reaching out one of his hands to rub your waist, where red marks were beginning to form; the results of his grip tightening as he got rougher with you. It was so gradual that you hadn’t even noticed any pain, but now you could tell that you would probably have some bruises come tomorrow morning.
Medic, probably the least fatigued out of the three of you at this point, maneuvered your body between himself and Heavy. Even with the bed being larger than average, you were still pressed rather tightly between the two men. It may have been uncomfortable in any other circumstance, but you were so spent that you could have slept soundly on a pile of rocks.
Heavy unceremoniously threw an arm over both you and Medic, and you hummed contentedly at the sense of security it gave you.
“Medic?” You said softly, wanting to ask one last thing before you let yourself give in to exhaustion.
“Ja, liebe?” His voice was heavy, as if he was just about to fall asleep.
“About what you said earlier,” you paused, your face flushing. “Do you really think I could take both of you at once?”
Medic chuckled, suddenly sounding much more alert, and you felt the low rumble of Heavy’s laugh in his chest more than you heard it, making you turn even redder.
“Hm, tell me, liebling, are you open to doing this again?” Medic asked, not yet answering your question.
“Absolutely,” you said.
“Well then, I suppose it’s only a matter of time before we find out for ourselves exactly how much you can take,” Medic whispered deviously, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
You smiled, excitement mingling with fatigue as you thought about what was in store for you. However, exhaustion would win out, at least for now. You let your eyes drift shut as the three of you fell asleep in each other’s secure embrace.