Hot 'N Heavy

Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin

Title: Hot 'n Heavy

Rating: R

Pairing: Bertholdt/Reader/Ymir

Warnings: None.

Spoilers: None.



I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. I AM SO GOMEN.

xoxoxox

Ymir planted her hand against the brick wall of the building near the top of your head, her lips twitched in a small grin as she placed her other hand on her hip. “Well,”  she lazily rolled her head so she was glancing back at Bertholdt. “Are you just going to stand there?”



You audibly gulped. You brought your hands up to your chest protectively as you glanced over Ymir’s arm at Bertholdt who was fidgeting behind the two of you. “What...?”



Ymir grunted, “All right then.” She grinned as she turned back to look at you. “I guess the Sweaty Prince doesn’t want any part of this.” She removed her hand from her hip only to place it on your waist.



You visibly stiffened. “Ymir?” You nervously nibbled on your bottom lip.



A low chuckle rumbled in her throat as she leaned forward. “Don’t worry,” there was a look in her eyes that left you on edge. “I won’t bite,” she buried her face in your neck as her tongue swept across the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to shiver. “Unless you want me too.” She playfully nipped at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You felt her smirk against your skin as a moan spilled from your lips from the action.



You squeaked, bringing your hands up to cover your face. That felt... amazing. You squeezed your eyes shut, that was completely embarrassing. You weren’t aware you could make such noises.



“Now, now,” Ymir pried your hands away from your face only to pin them above your head. “We can’t have that, now can we?” The freckled girl ducked her head down intending to kiss you, her lips hovered inched away from yours. “I guess you are tired of just watching? Hm?” Her chocolate eyes darted to the side, “Be a doll and told her wrists.”



You felt the weight on your wrists disappear but before you could lower them you felt another hand, much larger this time close around them. Your eyes slid open as you stared at your comrades.



Ymir’s eyes were clouded with lust as she swooped in finally claiming your lips. She tangled a hand in your color locks, to better angle your face against hers.



The sudden pressure on your lips caused a muffled whimper to escape you. Your hands clenched into fists above your head as you slowly responded to Ymir’s demanding kiss. Her lips were much softer than you had ever imagined... not that you had ever thought about that before. No, that would be silly.



Ymir caught your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging as she pulled away.



You groaned. That ended too quickly for your liking.



Ymir sniggered, “There’s more where that came from.” Her mouth curved upwards as she tugged your flimsy shirt out of your pants so she could slip her hands underneath the fabric. She slid her hands up your stomach, she let out a snort as she squirmed under her touch.



“Ymir...” Bertholdt’s voice anxiously rang in your ears. “Maybe we should stop...” His hands were clammy against your wrists.



Ymir rolled her eyes as she pinched one of your hardening nipples through your bra. “Do you want to stop?”



“N-No.” You gasped as you arched your back.



“She doesn’t want to stop.” She pushed your shirt over your chest as far as your annoying belts would allow. “Now,” she leaned forward biting down on one of your breasts earning a small yelp from you. “Shut up and kiss her.”



Bertholdt complied, he ducked his head down, firmly pressing his chapped lips to your own. You eagerly responded, moving your bruised lips in sync with his.



Ymir stood up, pulling away from the two of you. “God damn,” she muttered. She didn’t think she could find something so fucking sexy.



Bertholdt let his free hand rest on your hip as he pressed kisses against your jawline causing you to mewl under his surprisingly gentle touch.



“Ah!” You let your head fall back against the wall as a strangled gasp left your lips. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. These sensations... they were almost too much for you to handle.



Ymir reached out, rubbing Bertholdt’s straining erection, earning a pleased moan, “I didn’t think you had it in you Bertl.”



“We should...” you struggled to find the words, “Someone might...”



Ymir pouted, deftly popping the button of your pants before sliding the zipper down. “Aw, come on.” Her hand easily slipped into your undergarments, rubbing your clit. “That’s half the fun.” She licked her lips.



Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “errrrggggh,” Ymir applied more pressure, rubbing in a circular motion. Your fingers dug into the palm of your hands as you bucked your hips, trying to get closer to her magical fingers.



Bertholdt lightly bit down on your shoulder, on your collar bone, intending to leave his mark. You were now his...



“Hey!” Ymir barked. “Don’t damage the goods.”



...and Ymir’s.



Unfamiliar warmth spread in your belly as you came with a strangled gasp, causing your whole being to shudder under their skilled touches. You slumped against the wall, only being held up by Berholdlt’s hand.



“Aww,” Ymir mock pouted, “I think we broke her...” She quickly fixed your pants as Bertholdt pulled your shirt back down.



Bertholdt, being the gentle giant that he is, scooped you up in his arms before you could fall to the ground.



Ymir grinned, “How about we put sleeping beauty to bed so you can take me for a ride?” She brushed the back of her hand against Bertholdt’s erection as she made her way to the girls barracks.



Bertholdt swallowed audibly as she quickly followed after his fiery lover with you cradled against his chest.

xoxoxox

...I'm probably going to write more with these three in the future. Both Bertholdt & Ymir are fucking sexy, no one can deny that.

~Yami Sango