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you stared at the older man’s back, it was broad, a nice wide expanse of shoulders that supported a head, a head full of messy brown hair loosely tied back.
he turned around to glance over at you, making sure you kept up with him.
and you did, barely.
you struggled to carry your own bags but he didn’t care much, you decided to bring them, so it was your responsibility to carry them.
“here it is. it ain’t much but it’s what you’ll get to call home for uh...how long did you say?” he questioned, leaning against the doorframe, blocking your entrance.
you were trying to quietly catch your breath, awkwardly setting down your bags beside your feet.
“oh um, about four days.” you looked up at him, clearing your throat and ending your sentence with a polite smile.
he tilted his head side to side, silently deciding your answer was sufficient enough.
he walked inside, freeing up the entry and letting you enter.
you huffed to yourself, picking up the bags you just sat down once more.
he gave you a quick tour, no extra small talk attempts, no anything.
he was out the door before you could even thank him for allowing you to use guest house on his farm.
you laid flat on the couch, closing your eyes and breathing in the crisp air let in by the open window.
you looked around, nodding to yourself as you took in your surroundings.
it was a quaint little place, not too flashy or anything, it was perfect.
rustic and cute.
ideal for the scene you planned for your site.
and the scene for the night was,
farmers daughter
innocence sells, something you always thought was a bit odd, but hey, you had to pay the bills one way or another.
and as you unpacked your denim overalls and red floral bandana, you accepted that fact.
you disappeared into the room in which you’d be filming in, slipping on the little get up to allow yourself to feel comfortable in it, familiarize yourself with it as to seem natural in front of the camera.
you turned, looking at the window to make sure no one was near.
plain fields for miles, so you shrugged, turning back around to undress.
you were bare, panties around your ankles and bra on the floor, vulnerable and free from the flimsy constraints you had on.
the owner of the farm and his wife, they stood at their window, watching you bend over and pick up the straps of the overalls, pulling it up and over your naked body.
the woman swallowed hard, gripping the window sill.
something stirred inside the two of them.
the older couple watched like hungry animals, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape, drool filling the inside of them.
hearts pounding, inner thighs tensing together.
she slowly looked up at her husband, hand resting on his strong chest. “she’s perfect eren.” she grinned up at him proudly and he forced himself to tear his eyes off you.
he returned his wife’s grin. “picked her out just for you mikasa.”
they turned away, beginning their hunt.
you slipped on your cowgirl boots, bouncing into one of them while exiting the small house.
you walked around, eyes soaking up the beauty of nature all around you.
the grass beneath your shoes was a pure vibrant green, but it soon became less impressive when you stumbled upon the lake just behind the main house where the owner resided.
you looked around, shrugging before unhooking your overalls.
they dropped to the ground, your boots following shortly after.
a little swim wouldn’t hurt anyone. you deserved it, especially after the grueling drive it took to even get here.
you gazed at the glistening sparkling lake water before you, smiling with excitement before leaping in.
you swam around peacefully, loving the way the ripples of the water enveloped you in.
however you were unbeknownst to mikasa standing nearby, watching you swim.
she watched you float on your back, breasts exposed and nipples hard from the cold air, your face cradled by the gentle tides around your cheeks.
she started breathing hard, a tingling feeling took over in her lower stomach and her hands itched to satiate the desperate need deep in her but she refrained.
she held off, there would be time for that later.
instead she watched you from afar, breathing heavily to herself with starved eyes.
eren was busy, out and about taking care of the business mikasa never wanted to busy herself with, nowhere near to help her with her issue, but she didn’t really care all that much.
the obsession with you grew in her, festered in her chest and she inhaled in it’s fumes, wishing it was yours instead.
there was something about you, so effortlessly beautiful, entrancing, mesmerizing.
she wanted — no needed more of you. to know how your skin tasted, the way you sounded when you were scared, when you cry, when you scream...when you moan.
she wanted to know if your blood was as sweet as you looked. she was sure it was.
mikasa craved you, and she hadn’t even spoken to you yet.
there was something special about you, and she just knew eren would agree.
she gasped to herself, moving deeper into the brush once you started to get out of the lake.
you pulled yourself up and back onto the boardwalk.
mikasa gripped onto the bark of a tree, squeezing the hardness of it while watching water drip from your naked body.
her core ached, she could almost moan just looking at you.
you, unfortunately to mikasa, dressed yourself once more, the overalls barely concealing your chest.
you slid on your boots and began to descend from the lake.
mikasa rushed back into the house, knowing you were going to walk past it, and decided to use that as an opportunity to invite you in, to get you closer to her.
she made it, having enough time to stand by the entrance, waiting for you to pass by it.
she grew antsy, fingers fiddling with her own denim.
once she caught sight of you, she straightened, and walked outside.
she waved at you and you looked behind you before facing her. you waved at her, instant shyness in your actions.
you were precious, she could just about eat you alive.
mikasa motioned you inside, and you followed her, with reluctance in every step.
she guided you to the small dining table, pitcher of lemonade ready.
you sat, holding the cup and smiling up at her as she poured the sweet drink into your glass.
she sat in front of you, and you couldn’t ignore her intense stare even if you wanted to.
you were still dripping and very bare underneath the denim, you were embarrassed to be so stark in front of her, especially since this is what you assumed to be your first impression.
she was silent, spectating you and watching every little movement you made, how you subconsciously twitched whenever the breeze hit your wet body, or how you’d look up at her then back down because you’re just so nervous.
you looked like you squirmed quite a bit. mikasa couldn’t help but think how much fun eren and her would have with you.
however for the time being, she just wanted you to herself.
you sipped from the lemonade, eyes squinting from the tanginess.
“it’s delicious ma’am, thank you so much f-for inviting me into your home, i-it’s beautiful!”
mikasa leaned back into the wooden chair, tilting her head and holding her glass near to her chest.
you were nothing short of a sweetheart.
her face broke out into a wide smile. “thank you.” there was a hint of a southern accent twinging off the edge of her words, it was pretty, like she was.
pretty was actually a bit of an understatement, the woman before you was beautiful, elegant but looked out of place in an area like this.
she didn’t look like a woman who belonged on a farm, but she could say the same for you.
neither of you were willing to admit why the other was actually there, so you didn’t.
her skin was fair, and you wondered how that was possible, with living and working on a farm you’d expect the inhabitants to be nice and tanned.
her hair though, exact opposite from the fairness of her skin. it was a dark overcast that complemented the cloudy look in her eyes.
it was short, her bangs rested on her forehead and the rest of her hair stopped right at the chin.
her beauty seemed seasoned, well blossomed into. while much older than you, she was still as stunning as when she was younger.
mikasa couldn’t see that though.
when she looked at you, she saw all the potential of what her life could have been, the future that her beauty could have given her is in you, she could feel it.
somehow you wore it better than she could have, part of her was angered by that and jealous, but a better part of her wanted to protect it for you.
you gulped down your glass of lemonade, ignoring how it hurt your throat to swallow so much of it in one go.
as much as she was beautiful, it was just as awkward to sit in silence and feel your every movement be tracked by someone right in front of you.
“i uh, better dry off soon, it’s a bit windy and i don’t wanna catch a cold my first day here,” you chuckled lightly, trying to find any excuse to leave and get back to your room to start filming before the natural lighting outside goes away.
mikasa just stood, walking away and you blinked for a few seconds before following behind her.
you figured she was leading you to the door but instead she stopped in front of the old framed photos on the wall.
you looked at them with her, looking over into the frozen pieces of time hung up on the faded floral walls.
“i was probably about your age in this picture,” she finally spoke, pointing at a photo of her adorned in a deep red dress.
“i was beautiful...but beauty fades...” she looked over at you, moving towards the mirror on the other wall behind you both.
you weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you remained quiet.
“you, are beautiful.” her voice was just above a whisper, her slender finger pointed at the mirror and motioned for you to look into it.
you stared at yourself and at the paintings and old pictures hung in the back, unknowing to the hand that was reaching out towards your exposed skin.
she couldn’t help herself, your skin was so close, so available to her and she just wanted to feel the softness for herself.
her fingers glazed over the curve of your hip and you gasped, jerking backwards out of shock.
you looked at her hand then up at her. “what are you doing?” you asked, your voice shaky with confusion.
the sound of eren’s truck sputtered in the back and her eyes widened.
she shooed you away, glancing backward to make sure he wasn’t already approaching the door.
“you should go,” she nodded towards the back door. “this can be our secret.” she held her finger to her lips, nodding once more for emphasis and you didn’t waste time to exit.
you left from out the back door, hiding yourself to make sure the older man had entered into the house before you could book it into the guest house.
you were safely inside, locking the door behind you and closing your eyes.
weird, very weird.
you shook it off, not wanting to dwell on things you couldn’t change as to not waste time.
you dried off, and entered into the room you designated for filming.
you sat at the dresser, rubbing blue eyeshadow over the lids of your eyes.
you glossed your puckered lips, blowing yourself a kiss in the mirror.
the maraschino liqueured lips of yours were alluring, and you felt perfect in that moment.
you tied the floral bandana over your head and took a moment to take in a deep inhale, and a loud exhale.
“you’re a fuckin sex symbol.” you told the reflection looking back at you.
you clambered into bed, hurriedly setting up your camera and the stand for it.
you set up your laptop and made sure it was out of frame.
you stared at yourself from the camera lens, ensuring everything was in place.
you held a pocket mirror to your face, fixing your eyeshadow before leveling your eyes to your lips, watching them move as you spoke.
“i’m a fuckin star. the whole world’s gonna know my name.” you whispered to yourself, giving yourself that extra reminder.
with one more deep breath, you turned on the live stream.
you sat criss cross applesauce on the bed, patiently smoothening out the floral sheets under you while you waited for your viewers to come in.
spankbank : fuck she looks so good
thickrod101 : i can see your tits under those overalls
you read the incoming comments, giggling to yourself but on the inside you were very unamused. this was all just business for you.
you waited until there was a good amount of people to get started, waving and playfully flashing the viewers you already had.
each stream was a different scene you decided to play out, and this one, was farmers daughter.
“hiii, so kind of you all to keep me company, daddy’s gone for now he’s out doin who knows what, leavin’ me here by my lonesome.” you pouted, and in all honesty you were not very proud of this poorly written script, but who really comes to cam shows for a well written script?
hunkyhubert69 : your daddy right here will keep you company
user637282 : im already hard
daddydom53 : say daddy again
lila430 : ooh i fuck with the change of scenery
“i guess there is a plus side to bein’ here all alone though, i never get to have...fun when daddy’s home.” you started to inch towards your inner thighs, rubbing your palm over yourself.
you bucked your hips into your hand, moaning quietly and shutting your eyes as your clit rubbed against the thick hem of the denim.
in came more notifications of tips and donations, it was music to your ears.
these lines you written made you inwardly cringe, but it created this consistent flow of tips so you must have done something right.
longdickherlikeughhh : let us see your pussy. +$65
you giggled behind your hand, nodding shyly while parting your legs.
you rolled up the loose material of the overalls and pushed it to the side, exposing your cunt to the camera.
your fluttery fingers ran up and down it, curling the tips ever so slightly into your folds.
multiple tip notifications went off.
you blew a kiss at the camera, waving your viewers off sheepishly.
“ya’ll are too kind to me,” you sighed sweetly, dipping your middle finger into your hole.
you closed your eyes and shuddered.
you found yourself thinking back to the strange woman you met earlier, and how her hand felt on your hip, and how her fingers would probably fit so well in you.
a genuine moan came out, you rubbed your clit in tandem, bucking into the touch, not even caring how many tips came through.
“eren i want her,” mikasa straddled eren, rubbing her palms on his chest. eren held her by her lower back, feeling how she rubbed herself against his growing erection.
it really turned him on seeing her this excited.
she hadn’t been this excited since their first kill together.
“i can tell baby, what do you wanna do to her?” he questioned, feeling a dark smile grow across his face.
she leaned in, lips to his ear and breasts to his chest. “everything.”
“do you want to kill this one?” he asked curiously.
mikasa sat up, wondering the same thing herself. “let’s see how well she can play with us. then we’ll see.”
he picked her up and sat her on the couch beside him, rising to his feet to grab the shotgun by the door. “let’s go then baby.”
your chest was on display for your viewers, nipples pebbled and fingers buried in your little cunt, fucking the digits with a newfound desperation.
“d-daddy wou-would just kill me if he knew what i was doin’,” you whimpered, burying a second finger into yourself upon seeing a request for you to do so, along with a nice fat tip.
“can-can never have no fun when he’s around,” the fake southern accent you were putting on felt so tacky but, the viewers ate it up, and you struggled to maintain it through your moans.
you licked your fingers before rubbing your clit, sighing in relief at the feeling as the woman from before visited you behind your closed eyes.
sash34 : wish those were my fingers instead...
jeandoe90 : that pussy is so pretty
someguyy23 : wonder what daddy would do to u if he saw u like this
you repositioned yourself to rest on your hip, legs together and pussy exposed.
you inserted your fingers once more, sucking in a deep breath as you started up a new pace.
you were unaware of the footsteps that grew closer and closer to your door, too lost in the fantasy of being wrapped up in the arms of the ghostly woman you met earlier.
you glanced over at the comments, laughing breathlessly upon reading some.
“i don’t wanna know what daddy would do, that’s why he won’t, oooh,” you bit back a moan. “h-he won’t find out,” you fucked yourself onto your fingers, raising your hips and jutting them back down until you could manage to hit the spongy spot inside of you.
“oh? and who says he won’t?” the sudden burst at the door pulled a shriek from you, causing you to scramble and hide yourself from your intruders.
you backed yourself against the headboard, trying to get as far away from the couple as possible.
the owner of the farm and what looked to be his wife...the woman you met earlier, was there, in front of you.
the shotgun glared at your face, the length of it inched into frame along with mikasa and eren.
you squirmed about, face contorted in the most beautiful frightened face the pair had ever seen.
eren looked over at your step up, the camera and laptop pointed directly at your indecency and he laughed.
“little girl whoring herself out for millions to see? pathetic isn’t it?” he flickered his eyes over at mikasa, and she gave no answer, she just stared at you.
“please, i’m so sorry,” you sobbed, feeling the mascara on your lashes stain your cheeks.
you held the sheets to your chest, cowering behind them and praying that you’d survive this.
hotbodrod : holy fucking shit is this real??!!???
uwuwuwuwu : do we need to call the police
yourmomma : is this apart of the scene??
mostsanevalorantplayer : is that daddy AND mommy???
eren outstretched a hand, grabbing your ankle and dragging you towards him.
you fought against it, thrashing around and begging him to not hurt you.
he pointed the eye of the gun in your face, yelling at you to quiet down.
“shut the fuck up.” he grunted, shoving the shotgun into your mouth.
you gasped around the circumference of it, shutting your watery eyes.
“unhook the overalls. you can show the sick fucks on the internet your body but not the kind people who let you into their farm? that don’t seem fair now do it?” he sneered, the smile he gave you held an appetite and you could feel it with how they stared you down.
you were their prey, this was all just a little game you got yourself wrapped into.
with trembling hands you unhooked the straps of your overalls, exposing yourself to the couple.
mikasa breathed in harder, feeling her own cunt throb.
“i told you she’s beautiful ‘ren.” mikasa breathed out, feeling her chest tighten at the sight of you.
you were ashamed, deeply ashamed, to admit that her adoring stare and words made your clit tingle.
eren shoved the barrel deeper into your mouth, smirking as you gagged.
“yeah, she’s a pretty bitch, a dirty one at that. go ahead and show me how well you suck dick, now.” he started to thrust the gun in your mouth, not too far down your throat, wanting to see how you would take it yourself.
you were frozen in fear, glancing over at the flurry of comments that were simultaneously scared for you, but also very excited.
eren was attractive, tall and strong, handsome but terrifying, his thick brows furrowed in a glare as he impatiently waited for you to start moving.
you inhaled through your nose and started bobbing your head.
you looked downward, seeing the bulge in his levi’s.
you absolutely hated yourself for feeling the slickness begin to spread once more upon seeing his erection.
“can i touch you pretty girl?” mikasa asked, genuine gentleness in her tone and you were surprised at her question.
you sat bare in front of her, spreading your shoulders, silently allowing her to touch you.
eren grunted in approval, moving a hand to his crotch, palming it while watching his wife grope at your chest with his gun down your mouth.
giggitygiggity : so this is daddy? didn’t know there was a mommy, alriiiight
eren looked over at the laptop, reading the new comment that had just come in.
he laughed, and reverted his eyes back onto you and his wife. “callin’ me daddy pumpkin? what, daddy didn’t give you enough attention at home?” he snickered, pulling the gun from your mouth.
he leaned down, and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact. “am i your daddy, little whore?” you nodded, cherried lips plump from the gun.
he liked your answer, patting the side of your cheek with roughness. “alright, then i guess that’s mommy huh?” he jutted his chin towards mikasa.
you quietly nodded and mikasa hummed with glee at your response.
the gun was long forgotten on a rocking chair in the corner of the room, and you knew you should have been scared, fearing for your life for god sakes.
two very obviously insane people with a will to kill were in your room and instead of running for the hills, you just parted your legs for them.
“be a good bitch then and eat mommy out.” eren ordered, mikasa already situating herself against the headboard, unbuttoning her jeans.
your clit tingled again at his instructions, and you obeyed, lowering yourself down to her.
she had wide full hips, a fleshy ass and thick thighs, she really was a woman.
you arched your back, ass on a nice little display for your audience.
you hooked your finger into the waistband of her panties, wriggling your hips at the sight of seeing her so wet.
you pulled them off, wasting no time at all in delving in.
mikasa gasped, holding you by the back of your head.
eren sat beside you, not blocking the camera’s view of you devouring his wife.
he tugged down your overalls, you sucked in a shocked breath at the action, but didn’t let it stop your tongue from swirling over mikasa’s aching clit.
he gripped your meaty flesh, slapping it, and watching it jiggle at his ministrations.
“want me to touch you?” he whispered in your ear and you whimpered, wiggling your hips towards him.
he laughed at your little movements, taking it as a green light.
he dragged his long fingers up and down your pussy, watching how the slickness connected between his fingers.
“you guys see how fuckin’ soaked she is? it’s embarrassing.” he commented, and you moaned against mikasa, burying your tongue in her as you worked your fingers into her fluttering hole.
she was writhing from your mouth and you felt an odd sense of pride from it.
you whined into her pussy, feeling eren curl his fingers into you.
“nice n’ tight, shit,” he muttered to himself, gripping your ass open to let the viewers see how you sucked in his fingers.
he started fucking you on his digits, loving how you whined into mikasa, throwing yourself onto him, arching your back further once he went knuckles deep.
his cock rubbed against the denim of his pants, and he hissed at the feeling, the constrictions hurting in the best way possible.
mikasa’s thighs were locked around your head, she continually rolled her hips into your mouth and you took it all in stride, rubbing over her clit with the pads of your fingers.
“taste so good,” you moaned and mikasa whimpered, starting to fuck your mouth desperately.
“don’t fucking stop—shit, that’s a good girl,” she cried, squeezing one of her breasts as she came in your mouth.
she twitched around, feeling her orgasm ripple through her. you struggled to continue your actions, eren making it difficult for you by fingering you so well, hitting the insatiable spongy spot inside of you that you could barely reach.
you powered through, addicted to the way mikasa sounded and tasted.
you could hardly pull yourself from her, loving the way she cried out and how her clit felt on your tongue.
“enough,” mikasa shuddered, pulling you away from her, unable to handle another orgasm so close to her first one.
eren pulled you back up, grabbing you by the throat and smashing his lips to yours, eager to taste mikasa’s slick on your lips.
you whined in his mouth, he was so fast paced and rough, but you liked it, you liked the change in treatment and loved how reckless he was with you.
he grabbed your hand, placing it directly on his clothed dick, wordlessly telling you what to do.
mikasa sat behind you, pressing wet kisses to your neck while her hand found itself between your thighs.
you leaned into her chest and eren inched deeper into your lips, groaning once your hand wrapped itself around his heavy cock.
it felt thick in your palm, hot and veiny and you didn’t even let it phase you with how right it felt.
mikasa rubbed over your clit, and you moaned loudly in eren’s mouth.
you whimpered against his lips, grinding onto mikasa’s fingers as you jerked him off.
he bit down on your bottom lip, drawing blood and you winced, trying to back into mikasa and away from him, but he kept you in your place.
he squeezed your jaw, suckling on the blood that trickled from your lip.
he moaned, flicking his tongue over your lips before moving in towards mikasa, letting her have a taste of it.
mikasa’s eyes fluttered shut as they kissed, groaning into each other.
mikasa tilted your chin towards her, kissing you with a sensual softness, wanting to taste the sweet beads of your sanguine blood directly from you.
eren sponged hard kisses into the pane of your neck, bucking his hips into the tunnel of your palm.
you sighed contently into mikasa’s mouth, holding her wrist with your free hand, trying to fuck yourself on her pretty fingers.
“needy girl,” she whispered, the playfulness in her words teased you, but she obligated, kissing you once more and sliding her fingers into your soaked hole.
eren licked over your pulse, teeth grazing across your skin.
he grew antsy, fucking your hand wasn’t enough, he wanted to fuck you.
“you wanna make it up to daddy?” he spoke through a hushed voice and you looked up at him with those big eyes of yours, nodding your head through a haze.
“let me fuck this,” he put his hand over where mikasa’s was, and you moaned at the thought, parting your legs further for him.
he brought his cock to the entrance of your hole, and you squirmed, feeling nervous.
he was big, bigger than anything you’ve taken before.
you pressed a hand to his lower stomach, stopping him. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” mikasa murmured in your ear, rubbing over your clit in an attempt to ease you.
you shuddered a breath at her actions, struggling to speak through them. “i-i don’t think that’ll fit...”
eren laughed, and mikasa giggled, thrumming her knuckles over your cheekbone.
eren laid his cock over your tummy, sizing it up.
he’d go in deep, you all knew it, but you weren’t so sure you were ready for it.
“we’ll make it fit baby,” mikasa promised, words airy and light.
“and you’ll beg me to never stop once it’s in,” eren winked, dragging the fat head of it over your hole.
“m’scared..” you trailed off, and eren bent down, your head now resting in mikasa’s lap.
“yeah? you scared? think i’m gonna tear you apart?” he grinned, the curl of his lips was evil.
“give her some more prep eren, poor thing is nervous.” mikasa frowned, thumbing over your bottom lip.
you nodded in agreement and eren rolled his eyes.
“quit babying her, slutty thing probably isn’t even a virgin anyways,” he huffed, but really, he didn’t mind having to prep you.
he lowered himself down to your parted legs, latching his mouth on you.
mikasa felt her cunt ache again, she was growing wetter and wetter as she watched eren eat you out.
you thrashed around, squeezing his head as he sucked on your clit, rolling the muscle over your sensitive button.
he worked in his fingers, stretching you out nice and good.
mikasa laid your head down on the mattress, clambering back on top of you.
“go ahead baby,” she moaned, holding you by the back of your head as she settled back on top of your face.
she moaned, hurriedly unbuttoning her top to squeeze her bare breasts.
eren looked up and groaned against your pussy, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of mikasa riding your face.
you slurped her up with eager intent, happy to have her pussy back on your tongue.
eren gently nibbled on your clit, chuckling when you yelped into mikasa.
you bucked your hips into eren’s mouth, wanting more of his mean attention.
you gripped mikasa’s ass, squeezing the full flesh.
you rolled your tongue over her, losing yourself in her cunt as eren lost himself in yours.
your moans were uncontrollable, you really couldn’t help yourself, it was too hard to not go crazy with the way eren buried his face in you and with the way you buried yours into mikasa.
her cunt was so good, you almost thought about stealing her from eren.
“looks like she’s a mommy’s girl huh?” eren joked, pulling apart from your clit to catch his breath. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, watching as mikasa threw her head back and groped at her own chest.
“she’s such a good girl, mmmh, letting me fuck her pretty face,” mikasa praised you, and you felt your chest tighten with an indescribable lust and desire to please.
you wondered if you would hear the same praises from eren.
“we’ll see how much of a good girl she is once i’ve got my cock in her,”
he watched you start to buck your hips wildly, raising a brow as he pushed you back down and paused his actions.
“wanna cum?” you mumbled an incoherent answer, your words muffled by mikasa’s cunt in your mouth.
he slapped your pussy and you cried out, shutting your thighs.
“you don’t get to cum til i say so bitch.” he jerked himself off, watching as mikasa rode your tongue.
she rubbed your little clit, never letting you finish as she worked herself towards another orgasm.
“mmm fuck, jus’ like that baby,” she moaned, leaning down and kitten licking your clit, loving how you whimpered and begged for her to let you cum.
neither of them let you, they much rather enjoyed watching you suffer.
mikasa rutted her hips on you once more, breathing heavily as another orgasm rolled through her limbs.
she slapped your clit, laughing with eren as you twitched.
she climbed off you, and the two loomed above you, both taller and much older, ready to play with you until you break.
“you ready now?” eren asked, pumping himself in his palm, and you nodded, spreading your legs as far as you could, desperate to be filled up and to finally be able to cum.
eren chuckled, grabbing your hips and propping your legs on either side of his waist.
he slowly pushed in, shuddering out a moan at your tightness. you winced, trying your hardest to not wriggle under him.
mikasa lifted his shirt up and over his torso, throwing it to a corner of the room.
she dragged her hand down his chest and abdomen. she peered down at you from under her eyelashes, tilting her head.
she pushed him deeper into you by nudging his lower back, you whined, lurching forward at the intrusion.
she laid back down next to you, holding your face in her palm, leaning in to kiss you.
you shut your eyes, tightening your legs around eren’s waist as mikasa kissed you.
he bottomed out, hands reaching to squeeze and grope your chest. he took pity on you, feeling you tense around him, so he went slow, easing into you and letting you grow accustomed to his girth.
he guided mikasa’s hand to your clit, and she immediately got to work, rubbing sweet little circles over the aching nerves.
you moaned in her mouth, arching your back and pushing yourself further on his cock.
he bit his bottom lip through a grin, picking up your leg and putting it over his shoulder as he pushed himself deeper in you.
he began thrusting, gentleness long forgotten as he held you down, both hands pressed down on your hips.
he watched you struggle to kiss mikasa back, plump lips parted and slick with saliva and heavy with loud moans.
he stared you down, watching your face contort, your breasts bounce as his thrusts progressively got harder and harder.
you noticed his stare and felt the breath pause in your throat for a moment.
he was unreal, a dark and menacing presence, he was fit, and the sunset behind him casted pretty hues and contours over his body.
he was breathtaking.
he looked like a figure sketched in old books detailing interactions from a persuasive and sensual demon sent to seduce and steal, and as he picked up your lower half, bringing you down onto his cock and fucking you like you never had been before, you began to believe that maybe he was.
his hair fell from the loose hair tie and swayed in front of his face, covering his eyes through stranded slits.
he was as beautiful as his wife, the one who was kissing you intently, pressing her lips to any bare section of skin she had access to, while her husband fucked you with a hot ferocity.
he was like a beast above you, pounding into you and sucking on your chest between thrusts.
“squeezing me like a good little whore, all this for daddy?” he teased you, mocked you as he slapped one of your breasts but you didn’t really care, you welcomed all that he gave you.
he pivoted in you, coming down and biting on your shoulder as he pushed into you over and over, burying himself in what felt like impossibly deeper every time, moan-laughing from the high that fucking you gave him.
averageohioresident : what i’d give to fuck her like that
eren read the comment out loud, audibly laughing as he did so.
“i don’t think you could fuck her or anyone like this pal,” and to prove his point, he pushed your leg up, angling you just right before he shoved himself in you, reveling at how you trembled beneath him, breaking apart from mikasa’s lips to moan pathetically.
“so so close please let me cum please, need it so bad,” you whined, looking up at eren with those big eyes of yours.
he leaned down, slowed down his thrusts, rolling his hips into you, the thick head of his cock hitting that spot inside you, never letting up for a second.
he pulled your face to look at him, squeezing your cheeks so your lips puckered. “you really need it?” he pursed his lips, his voice going up a few octaves. he was mocking you once again, but it only made you clench around him harder.
you nodded stupidly, trying to fuck yourself on him and have mikasa continue touching you but both slowed their actions down.
they wanted you to beg.
to work for it.
“you hear that?” he turned to look at the camera, slowly inching out of you, ignoring how you whined against it.
“she needs it,” he chuckled before pushing in and resuming his fast paced thrusts.
mikasa kissed and sucked along your neck and collarbones, rubbing over your clit but pulling off once she sensed you were getting too close to cumming.
you started sobbing, moving your hips into eren’s sporadically with a burning need to cum.
“mika please please please i’ve been so so good,” you whined, trying to get more friction from her fingers to your clit.
you were a squirmy mess beneath the two of them, just like mikasa knew you would be.
she looked at eren, giving him a curt nod.
eren kissed her temple before refocusing onto you. he gripped your legs open, squeezing new bruises into your plush thighs, raising his hips just to slam them back down into you.
mikasa continued the circling over your clit, kissing you along your neck and collarbone, whispering how pretty you look getting fucked as you bounced to every hard thrust eren delivered.
“you wanna cum so bad?” eren grunted, leaning down and supporting himself with one hand beside your head.
“yes, please,” you sobbed out, and he slapped you, gripping your face until your lips parted. he spat in your mouth and you swallowed, once again happy to receive anything from the pair. “then do it, now.”
you cried out, long and drawn out moans echoed in the room, you held onto his flexing biceps as you met each of his thrusts messily.
the stimulation felt like electricity in your veins, turning on every light in your body and making you glow.
without any specific rhythm you fucked yourself onto him and bucked your hips into mikasa’s fingers, riding out and milking the orgasm for as long as you could.
you were panting, completely out of breath and limp, but they kept going.
“not done with you yet sweet thing,” eren snickered, pulling out and repositioning you on your tummy.
mikasa sat up against the headboard, rubbing her clit while watching eren push into you again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the new stretch.
mikasa held you by the forehead, keeping you from licking her up. she wanted you to watch her touch herself.
you whined, jerking forwards with every hard thrust and staring up at mikasa to please let you have another taste of her.
eren leaned forward and toyed with your clit, causing you to twitch and accidentally push yourself further onto him.
you wiggled your hips from under him, gripping onto mikasa’s knees. “n-no m’too sensitive,” you whimpered.
“shut her up for me baby,” eren rolled his eyes and mikasa winked at you, patting her leg and letting you get the taste you’d been begging for.
you moaned into her, burying your tongue inside her and eating her with the same hunger as the first time.
it silenced your complaints as eren hit the tingly spongy spot inside you over and over, rubbing your clit and making you ache with sensations.
it was too much and you weren’t sure you could handle another orgasm but the way mikasa’s clit rolled perfectly over your tongue made it easier to handle.
mikasa herself was sensitive and over stimulated, tearing up at how good your tongue worked against her.
eren’s thrusts grew harder, sloppier, one hand held your hip as they other never let up on the abuse on your clit.
“give me another one,” he groaned out and you shook your head, trying to pull away from his touch.
he kept you in place, slapping your ass heard at your disobedience. you winced at the harsh action, feeling bruises surface over the flesh of your ass.
“what happened to needing to cum?” he gritted and you hiccuped, feeling the same burning feeling in your lower tummy build up.
“it’s so much—too much oh fu-fuck,” you thrashed under him, pressing your ass right up against him as you felt another orgasm rip through your body.
he held onto your hips with both hands then, keeping you from falling completely limp while he pounded into you.
“gonna cum, gonna fuckin breed you, shit,” he growled, leaning forward and pushing himself deep in you, his teeth finding location on your shoulder blade.
he pushed himself in once, twice, three times, enjoying how well you squeezed around him as he came in you.
he pulled out and you laid there, utterly spent and sweaty.
he picked up your hips, angling your ass just right for the camera.
his fingers collected the cum that oozed out of you and he stared at it with a sick sense of pride.
“filled her up real good huh?” he snickered, pushing his cum back into you. you whined quietly at feeling, resting your cheek on mikasa’s thigh.
he was still hard, especially at watching how much of his cum you took. “mikasa come look at it,”
with gentle hands she set your face onto a pillow before bending down to see eren’s work.
“i wanna taste,” mikasa whispered and eren grinned at her. he held her by the back of her neck and kissed her hard. “you’re so hot,” he mouthed to her.
your eyes widened once you heard mikasa, trying to back away from her wandering hands.
eren took his wife’s place at the headboard, trapping you between the two of them.
he held your jaw, the other holding his cock by the base, tapping the head of it against your lips.
“you still have work to do,” he pushed the tip between your lips and you shut your eyes, finding yourself wanting to feel him in your mouth.
mikasa parted your lips, tilting her head to bury her tongue in you.
she slurped the mess eren made along with your slick, the mixed taste was something mikasa needed more of.
she swirled over your clit as you did the same to the head of eren’s dick.
you bobbed your head up and down, your tongue traveling all around his shaft.
you held onto his inner thighs, gagging every once in awhile when you’d manage to fit him down your throat.
you could taste yourself on him and it turned you on, but what really made your tummy tighten was the way he threw his head back, resting his hand on yours and moaning how good you were.
the praise you’d been seeking was finally being given to you, so you suctioned your lips over the head, paying special attention to it before slowly sliding down to take him all the way in.
he hissed, his head tossing and turning as you sucked him off.
“good fucking girl,” he looked at you, eyes hooded as he held your jaw with both hands, beginning to fuck your face.
you took it as best as you could, the way mikasa held you open, squeezing your ass in her hands as she switched from tongue fucking you to sucking over your clit, helped make the process of having him down your throat easier.
you pushed back onto mikasa’s face, whimpering all around eren, the vibrations making him grit his teeth.
“fuck, make me cum,” he groaned, throwing his head back and pushing himself into your slack jaw.
you stuck your tongue out and relaxed your jaw, letting fuck it how he saw fit. he held your head, keeping you in place as he used you.
mikasa could recognize by the movements of your hips you were close so she kept you still and focused her attention on your sore clit.
you whimpered around eren’s cock, your eyes squeezing shut as he thrusted deep into your mouth, cumming hard in spurts as you chased your third orgasm of the night on mikasa’s tongue.
when eren pulled out, you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath as best as you could.
eren held your mouth open, admiring the way his cum looked on your face.
you were out of it, out of commission completely but mikasa took care of that, picking up your tired and spent body and laying you properly onto the bed.
eren got up, walked towards the camera and grinned at it. “hope you liked the show,” he winked before turning the cameras off.
you were slipping into unconsciousness, allowing exhaustion to nestle in your bones.
“she’s got that x-factor about her.” mikasa sighed, a sense of longing in her voice she she looked up at eren.
“she’s a fuckin’ star.” he confirmed.