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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Reiner_Braun/Annie_Leonhart, Reiner_Braun/Berik, Annie_Leonhart/Berik
  Character:
      Reiner_Braun, Annie_Leonhart
  Additional Tags:
      Smut
  Series:
      Part 3 of St_Maria's
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-28 Words: 2674
****** Don't Forget About Berik ******
by Tvieandli
Summary
     "In the basement? On the couch that Eren Yeager lost his virginity
     on?"
     "He's not the only person who lost his virginity on that couch,"
     Reiner admitted.
     "Really? Who else?"
     "Well, me. Annie."
Notes
     This will not make sense out of context. It's a bit of a companion
     piece so it should be read in conjunction with the other works in the
     series it's in.
Reiner wasn't really thinking about Annie. Not that Annie would mind, because
he highly doubted that she was thinking about him. The point of this wasn't
that they liked each other. It was more to prove they could do it than anything
else.
Her underwear hung from the lamp on the end table by the couch, falling into
the shade, and blocking out more light than normally would have been. It made
the room darker, giving the light that fell onto his arm, and up his shoulder a
pink tint.
She knelt between his knees, the condom in her hands and a puzzled look on her
face.
"You're sure it won't be too cold?"
"Yeah, it's fine," he said. She looked skeptical. He didn't get why she was so
much more concerned for his penis than he was, but she was.
She bit her lip and rolled the thing on. It was cold, but not where her fingers
had born into the material of it, being pressed into the rim for so long. He
took a deep breath through his nose, and tried desperately not to think of
Berik as he so often did when he was alone.
He closed his eyes as she climbed back up into his lap. His hand caught up
underneath her arm when he knees were on either side of her thighs so that he
could position her better. She smelled like practice and the sweet cotton candy
perfume she'd bought from a street vendor six months ago. It wasn't a
particularly compelling argument for an erection but it was comforting, and
maybe what he needed right then was more towards comfort than it was towards
arousal.
This was the big test after all. He knew he was a faggot but if he could pass
this test it would mean he never had to tell anyone else. He thought about
Berik.
Berik had been beautiful. He'd had green eyes, and tan skin. He'd been strong.
Reiner pulled Annie close, and pressed a soft kiss against her mouth the way
they'd done when they'd played house as kids. She pressed it back, lips just as
delicate, fingers fumbling over his collar bone.
She was as nervous as he was. It made him chuckle softly to think Annie would
ever be nervous. She relaxed a bit, arms loosing some of their tension, and he
pressed down on the tops of her thighs in an attempt to communicate that now
was the time she do it.
She lowered herself slowly until the head of his cock was pressed up against
her and stopped. Her legs trembled. He thought of Berik. Berik's mouth, Berik's
neck, Berik's legs. She pressed down just a bit further, and he felt her weight
gather on him.
"Not gonna work that way," he said.
"I figured that out already, thanks," she replied haughtily, snaking a hand
down her front so she could direct him in. She spread her self open with her
pinky, and pressed down again, index finger and thumb around the head of his
dick to guide it home.
She was warm, and tight. She shuddered when he filled her. He thought of Berik.
He tried to imagine what Berik would have sounded like. It was surprisingly
easy too. He didn't even need to focus that hard. Annie felt surprisingly good
for a girl. He'd never thought about it before, but he supposed it would make
sense for sex to feel good regardless considering his dick wouldn't be able to
tell the difference between cold turkey and Matt Bomer apart from the obvious
temperature difference.
His hands slid from her thighs to her waist, and she made a sound of approval.
"Does that feel good?" he asked when she began to rock back and forth in his
lap.
She frowned, eyes closed, and nodded. "Yeah. It's deep," she explained, the
hand on his shoulder tightening.
He gave her another chuckle, and she smiled quickly before falling back into a
frown. "Don't ruin this for me, Reiner, I've been dreaming about actually
having sex since I was nine."
"Little early to start, isn't it," he asked even though he knew he'd had his
first real sexual fantasy at about eight. She smiled again, just as quickly,
and pushed her hand into his shoulder hard to shut him up. Never once did she
open her eyes.
He wondered who she was thinking about while he thought about Berik. Maybe it
was some movie star, or someone she'd fallen in love with. Probably someone who
wasn't dead. He felt guilty, and tried not to dwell on it when she rose back up
and sank down again.
"Fuck," he said softly.
"Good?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. It came out choked, and she laughed at him for it before
repeating the action. He groaned.
"I gotta agree with you on that," she said, sliding back up again. "That's a
good feeling."
He smirked, hands tightening on her waist so he could move her rather than
relying on her to move for him. It made her breath catch in her throat. It was
something he decided he liked. Not particularly the fact that it was from her
so much as he enjoyed the idea of bringing pleasure to another person.
He wanted to make her feel good, he realized. He liked her, and he wanted to
make her feel good regardless of who he was thinking about when he closed his
eyes, or who she was thinking about when she closed hers.
She moaned when he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, rolling his thumb
over a nipple. Then she stalled out for a moment, hands hard on his shoulders,
body clamping down around him so that he whined.
"Do you think," she said quickly before taking a breath. Her eyes were locked
on his when she continued. "Berik would have liked to watch this?"
Reiner balked at the kind of disrespect it would take to say something like
that about Berik, but his dick throbbed anyway. Annie smirked at him, rolling
against him so that she bottomed out, and came back up again.
It felt good.
"Do you think," she began again once she had pulled almost off of him, "that he
would have found this hot?" She finished, and sank back down.
Reiner offered her a grunt.
"Maybe you'd like that, huh?"
He shook his head no, but she laughed softly anyway.
"Really?" she asked, establishing another beat to ride along with. Reiner just
wanted to hold her still so that he could call the shots. As it was, leaving
her in control was getting him incongruous results. He was only getting what he
wanted some of the time. "Because I remember how you used to look at him."
He shook his head again, this time more to shake off her words than to dispute
them. She laughed.
"I bet you were already thinking of him," she said devilishly, grinding down
hard so that he was fully buried inside her. "Were you? Thinking about how he
smelled. What it looked like when he laughed."
Her hands were tiny on his shoulders, finger tips digging in, palms pressing to
find purchase. He curled around her, and felt a protective surge at the
reminder of how tiny she was.
"I bet he'd love to see this," she hissed, leaning up so that her mouth was
pressed against his ear. Her breath was hot. It carried her words with purpose
and gave them a sultry edge he hadn't been aware they could have before. "God,
he'd get so fucking hard."
Reiner turned his face into the crook of her neck, and whined, arm winding
around her waist. Berik was dead, but that didn't mean that the thought of him
wasn't welcome. It made him feel somewhat sick, but he had accepted it a year
ago when freshly turned soil had failed to keep his sheets clean at night.
They'd been eleven. Annie had told him later that year that she still got wet
sitting on his bed when she went over to see his parents. It had been the
beginning of their fucked up downward spiral. It had been what brought them to
this point.
"I don't think he'd be able to keep from jacking off watching this," she
continued. Reiner took a sharp breath, and pulled her hard down into his lap.
"Oh fuck," she said, body bowing backwards so that her back was arched and her
breasts were bared.
He cupped a breast in his hand, and was surprised by the feel of it now that he
was paying attention. It was much nicer than he'd expected, softer and more
pliant than what he'd imagined. He'd thought it would be closer to one of those
sand stuffed plush toys, but clearly he'd been wrong.
"Maybe he'd help out too," she said, bracing herself on his knee with a hand so
that she could lean back farther. "Maybe he'd want in. You could both fuck me
at the same time," she said. Her fingernails dug into the hairline on his neck
like talons. "Think about that, huh. You'd be able to feel his cock moving
through me. You'd be able to touch him. He'd be right there."
He wanted that. It sent shivers down his spine to think about it. An overly
pleasant tingling sensation started in his groin, somewhere deep between
Annie's legs, running up into his hips to curl around his pelvic bones.
"You're close aren't you?" she asked. He nodded against her shoulder, pushing
up into her as fast as he could. She fell still as a rock, holding her position
by tensing her muscles to keep him from gaining traction. "Wait," she said,
tone clipped and demanding.
He did as he was told, wrapped around her, panting harshly against her skin.
"I'm not ready yet."
He whined, hips straining for friction. All she offered was a breathless
chuckle before her entire body went tight, muscles synching like a vice around
him. He groaned, fingers digging furrows in the supple skin of her sides and
stomach.
"You like that?" He nodded, chin digging harshly into her collarbone with the
movement. He got a small hum in response and she released him for a short
moment before seizing up again.
His breath caught hard in his throat, jarring the soft tissues on sharp air.
She moaned softly.
"I can go like this all day," she said. He huffed air against her shoulder.
"Yeah, well that's good to know," he said, words strained, "Because I
couldn't."
"Everyone says that's how boys are. Not Berik though. Berik would have been
different."
"Would he?" Reiner asked, looking up at her. She nodded.
"He would. He'd be good to go for hours, and he'd only cum when I was good and
done." Her words were punctuated with her body going tight around him again.
"And he'd touch me everywhere I wanted to be touched," she continued.
Reiner raised an eyebrow at her. She was talking about her clitoris. He knew of
it. They'd told them about it quickly, very quickly, during sex ed in sixth
grade.
"Show me," he said, remembering how the teacher had told them about thousands
of nerve endings, all of which were Satan's hands reaching out to pull you into
hell through your crotch. He let her hands guide one of his thumbs to a small
nub at the apex of her vulva. "Here?"
She nodded.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over it experimentally. She tensed around him
tight enough for him to gain back a bit of that expanding pleasant sensation.
He leaned back into the couch then so that he could see what he was doing,
memorize it for the day he got married and was expected to please a woman. He
rolled her nipple between his fingers. It made her bite her lip, and pitch in
his lap.
"Fuck," she hissed at his sternum, writhing a moment before she managed to
regain a small amount of composure. "He'd touch you too of course," she said
then. He lost himself for a moment in the wickedness of her voice, was sling
shotted around the sun for a second on the preposterous idea that he and Berik
might have done something like that and the tone she employed to deliver that
line.
Berik was an old fantasy, but when Annie was hissing his name in Reiner's ear
it was something new entirely.
"You think he'd be brave enough to suck you off?" she asked. Their eyes made
contact, and there was an awkward beat where he felt heat creep up his cheeks
and found no response what so ever. "Maybe he'd let you fuck him." Another
pause. "Or maybe he'd fuck you."
He couldn't breathe. He was going to choke on that sentence as it wound up
around his testicles.
"God! You know I can feel that?" she asked, words airy. "I can feel you
throbbing when I say something you like."
He bit his lip as she wriggled a minute. "Fuck, Reiner," she said softly. It
froze him thinking about his name in her mouth. There was something strange,
and unreal about it. Like she should never have said it. Annie knew it too, but
nothing was said about it. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her
head before rising up on her knees and slamming back down.
Then she called Berik's name instead. It fit better ringing out into the space
between them, and righted the pervious oversight. With Berik between them, it
was almost like they were cleaned of the wrongness of touching each other.
She rode then, rising and falling quickly, friction dragging up and then down
along him. He set his feet hard on the floor, and sank further into the couch
to get the leverage needed to push up into her.
He was close, had been for a while that seemed to edge on eternity. He wondered
if she was right along with him, or if he was about to leave her behind.
She braced herself on his knees again, leaning back until he could see himself
pushing into her as a vague outline against her stomach. He clenched his teeth
as she gasped, and tried desperately to hold on, but it was too late to stop
the swell that was overtaking him.
He jolted forward, and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close to his
chest as he came.
She moaned, and called for Berik again, arms caught up against his chest like a
bird's wings caught in a mouse trap. She thrashed against him, sobbing,
fingernails biting into his shoulders viciously.
He thrust three more times to drag it out, but it quickly became too much. He
gave it up then, relaxing back against the couch again, and watching her
breasts heave as she panted.
"Finished?" he asked, breathless.
She hummed and nodded, sweeping hair out of her face. "Yeah. Fuck."
"We're fucked up," he said.
A smile broke slowly over her face, becoming a laugh, and making her jump just
enough in his lap that it overstimulated him even further. He pushed her off
onto the cushion beside him. She didn't bother to stop laughing until she was
wheezing.
It fell quiet when she was done, and stayed quiet until she'd caught her
breath. They sat naked on the basement couch with her feet in his lap. He
stared at the blank screen of the television.
"Do you think it's sacrilegious?" she asked.
"The Berik thing?"
"Yeah."
"Oh definitely," he told her. "We're going to hell."
"I guess you really will be flaming then, huh?" she asked. He shot her a look,
and she chuckled at him gently. "So you wanna wait twenty minutes and go
again?"
"Sure," he said, trying to think of anything he had to do. There was nothing.
Just them, alone in the basement with condoms.
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