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Mikasa's eyes glazed over you, full of excitement with a bright smile on her face. You were pulling on the clothes she had given to you, reluctantly, because the outfit was... barely an outfit.
A cropped orange turtleneck, a short red skirt, and slightly sheer white socks that were made of somewhat sheer material and fell just below your skirt. It was modest, but at the same time, not.
She was wearing a combination of purple and green, complemented by a headband that contrasted her dark hair and white gogo boots.
The two of you had on matching costumes of Daphne and Velma, and were going to Jean's party together. He was going as Shaggy, and Armin as Fred.
Mikasa was so excited when she heard he was throwing one again, insisting on the idea that the two of you match. "Here," she smiled, giving you a pair of large framed glasses to complete the look. It was your second Halloween with all of the people at your work, but you had become good friends mostly with Mikasa and Jean.
Mikasa was quiet but confident, always gentle, which was why you didn't even notice when she pushed your falling glasses back up your face. Jean was pretty much the opposite, being outspoken and very touchy.
You had tried to keep things professional with both of them, you worked for them after all, but it had proven to be harder than expected.
It was Jean first, he easily talked his way into your good graces, not surprised at all when you responded positively to him making a pass at you. You both were drunk and ended the night in his apartment last Halloween. The two of you agreed to let things go back to normal, and your friendship remained unscathed.
Mikasa came next, which you were less surprised by, you had always found her attractive since the moment you met her. The tattoo on her back, the way her short black hair fell around her face, you knew there wasn't a girl or guy who she took interest in that rejected her. That was on Christmas eve, though, when the two of you got snowed in and spent the entire weekend together.
You were thankful you could put a few hookups behind you, keeping up your work without an issue.
But Mikasa and Jean didn't, and when your name was brought up in a conversation, they realized they had both been with you before.
"Are you sure this isn't too much?" you asked, tugging the skirt down as you looked in the mirror. "It is a work event, after all."
Mikasa shook her head. "The environment we all work in isn't exactly 'professional'" she laughed. You knew that, over time they had built up enough trust with you to tell you that not only were they racers, but owned a gambling ring. "Plus you look hot, and we dressed the exact same way last year."
Last year. A classic bunny costume that was more or less a short black dress and ears, an outfit that ended up with you underneath your boss in his bed and never being able to look at him the same again. The tension between the two of you never settled, you could literally feel it whenever you walked into his office alone or worked on his car while he was watching. Jean was always staring at you, and he was intimidating.
So was Mikasa, and you could feel yourself tense up as she wiped a bit of smudged lip gloss off your mouth, her hands as gentle as ever.
Both of them were undeniably attractive, and now you had to go get drunk with them, an activity you tried to avoid in fear of losing your judgment.
You watched as Mikasa adjusted her green headband, admiring the way she had grown out her hair a bit and it now fell over her shoulders. The white heeled boots only accentuated her figure, and you couldn't help but stare, anyone couldn't. She tied the green belt around her purple slip dress before asking if you were ready to go and pulling you out of your trance.
She could still feel your eyes on her as she drove, softly smiling to herself at the interest she could still feel that you had.
She didn't like all the pairs of eyes on the two of you, mostly you, though, as you arrived, wrapping a hand around your waist as you walked together. You couldn't tell if it was platonic or not, you never could with her, or Jean, who was already standing by the bar when you arrived.
He was next to Armin, who was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white sweater. The green shirt Jean had on looked great on him, lining his broad shoulders before connecting with tan pants. You all looked straight out of a 90s Scooby-Doo, and everyone looked great.
The only person who was missing was Scooby, who Eren refused to be despite all of you trying to convince him.
Jean gave you a once-over, eyes pausing on your thighs before sliding over to Mikasa, knowing she was behind your costume choice.
"You guys look great," Armin beamed, setting his cup down and pulling you into a hug. Mikasa raised her eyebrows at Jean over Armin's shoulder, and he returned the gesture. "I mean— wow."
"Thanks," you smiled. "It was all Mikasa's planning so,"
Jean was still staring at you, the way your attire hugged your body had his mind wandering off to last Halloween.
How you looked so pretty with your eyes closed, lips parted, and saying his name. It was a memory always in the back of his mind, and now his infatuation was showing in his glassy gaze. "You look— you guys look great," he agreed, looking right at you. You smiled back at him, and he took a sip of his drink to distract himself.
Mikasa took the opportunity to drag you out to where all the people were, a mass of people drinking and talking and dancing. You knew some of them, seeing a few familiar faces like Connie and Sasha's, but there were also a lot of people you didn't know. It was the same last year, and you could barely hear Mikasa talking over the roar of the music and people talking.
"Let's dance," she said, pulling you into the middle.
"What?" you yelled, squinting like that would help you hear better.
She pulled you in by your shoulder, leaning forward to speak into your ear. "Let's dance," she repeated, and you could smell the saccharine perfume she had on.
She was easy to have fun with, her hands on your waist as the two of you swayed your hips back and forth.
You could feel your face get hot every time the two of you got a little too close, and drinking didn't make any of that better.
The two of you were tipsy within the hour, and even though Mikasa preferred smoking, she was a fun drunk.
Armin and Jean watched the two of you as you found the oddest ways to take shots, Mikasa pouring vodka straight from the bottle into your mouth. A little bit spilled from the corners of your lips as you both laughed, Mikasa wiping them off for you. "Come on," you said, waving for the two boys to come over and join you.
Jean rolled his eyes, but nonetheless took a seat at the bar on a stool next to you.
Your attention bounced back and forth between Mikasa on your right and Jean on your left, with the two of them both trying to keep you pulled into their conversation.
"Hey," you smiled drunkenly, turning back towards Jean. He smiled back, taking your glasses off your face and putting them on. "I need those," you frowned. He caught your wrist as you reached out to his face, placing your hand down on his knee. "Isn't half the plot Velma getting upset when she loses her glasses?"
"Yeah," Jean said, placing his arm on the wooden surface of the bar and propping his head up on it. "Aren't Shaggy and Velma together too?"
"Yeah, I guess so," you replied, oblivious to the pass he was making.
"Everyone knew she was too good for him," Mikasa interrupted. "Plus Velma and Daphne were supposed to kiss in the movie."
"Really?" you said.
"Mhm," Mikasa smiled proudly.
Jean said your name, making you turn back towards him. He leaned in a bit, speaking quietly. "Do you remember last year?" he asked, ghosting his fingertips over the part of your thigh that was bare. You tensed up a bit, eyes flickering across his face as he leaned back.
"Yeah," you replied. "It was— fun."
Your eyes were lingering on his lips, and he genuinely thought you were going to kiss him until you simply took your glasses back, turning around to talk to Mikasa again.
They had both been unconsciously fighting for your attention for a while, and now it was all coming to light. Mikasa fixing a stray hair you had, Mikasa fiddling with the stretchy material of your socks, Mikasa resting her hand on your thigh, it was all getting to him.
Armin got up to find Eren or Annie, him feeling like a third wheel even though there were 4 people— an unfortunate product of the dynamic between the three of you.
"We should find more people to talk to," you said, getting up. You loved hanging out with everyone on the team, even Levi, who always loosened up after a couple of drinks.
"We'll catch up with you," Mikasa said, watching you walk away. She caught Jean's gaze on your ass as you went, finding Sasha and throwing your arms around her shoulders from behind.
"If you don't fuck her tonight, I will," Mikasa said, half joking.
"Fuck off," Jean said, turning back towards her. "She's not into you like that."
"Really? Because I spend more time with her, I picked out her costume and— you can't forget about Christmas when I—" Jean got up, not wanting to hear the rest of it, making his way over to you. Mikasa got up, following him. "You're jealous because I'm better than you, and you know it."
"Mhm, sure. That's why she's so comfortable around you, and tries not to be alone with me."
"So she's afraid of you," Mikasa said, tilting her head down.
" After everything we've all been through? No— it's—nervousness," he nodded.
"Sure, sure," Mikasa replied. "Let's just ask her."
You were busy talking to Sasha and Connie about how cool their matching costumes were when Mikasa called your name. You turned around to see both her and Jean walking over to you. "Hey—"
"Do you wanna stay over at mine tonight?" Mikasa asked, linking her arm in yours.
"Sure—"
"Or you could come home with me," Jean suggested interrupting you. You glanced between the two of them, your eyes unsure.
"We can make brownies," she offered, leaning her head into the crook of your neck.
"The hot tub is really nice this time of year. You remember from last Halloween, right?" you swallowed at his comment.
"Uh— why don't we all hang out like we usually do? Baking and swimming sounds more fun."
Mikasa looked up at Jean, who shrugged. "Sounds fine to me," he said. Mikasa nodded, agreeing.
"Mika, where's the food. I haven't had anything but candy since we got here," you pouted. She took you across the room to the table where there was an array of food, some restaurant Jean catered from. There were at least 3 of your favorite foods on the table, and you immediately grabbed a plate and started stacking it up. Mikasa got plenty too, shuffling behind you in her white boots as you walked over to the banquet-style tables. "I love halloween," you smiled drunkenly, before taking a bite.
"Me too," Mikasa agreed, eating a powdered munchkin. It left sugar on her face, making you laugh.
"What?" she asked.
"You have something—" you leaned in, wiping off the corners of her lip with your thumb.
"Thanks," she replied quietly, staying still while you did it. "So do you," she said as you pulled away.
"What— where?"
"Right here," she said, and she kissed you. You returned it after your surprise faded, closing your eyes. Her hands were gentle as they cupped your face, holding you there for a few seconds.
"Mikasa—"
"I know we work together, and we're good freinds, so we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said.
"Okay," you replied, leaning back in.
"Wait," she said, placing her hand on your shoulder. "Let's go somewhere— quieter," she said, making you smile. She got up with you, holding your hand as both of you made your way to the door.
"Y/N," Jean called, making you stop. "Can I borrow her for a minute?" he asked, looking at Mikasa, who frowned.
"Sure," she replied, feigning a smile as she let go of your hand.
"I'll be right back," you said, turning around as you walked away. "What's up?" you asked Jean as he placed a hand on the small of your back. He was right when he said you were somewhat nervous around him, and not in a negative way.
He took you to the patio off the side of the building he was hosting the party in, and all you could focus on when you were with him were his mannerisms. His height, the way he brushed his hair back, it all had you blinking up at him, and he noticed. "I thought you might want to smoke," he said, taking the lighter you had gotten him out of his pocket.
"I mean yeah, but what about Mikasa—"
"You love talking about her, don't you," he interrupted, flicking the lighter. He almost sounded jealous.
"I mean, yeah, the two of you are my best friends around here."
You let out a little gasp as his hand met your waist, pressing you back gently against the wall of the building. He knew it was something you liked, and he could almost see your eyes cloud over as heat crept up your body. He took a hit of the joint, picking up your jaw and leaning down towards you. His finger prodded for you to part your lips, and you did, letting him blow the smoke into your mouth. You breathed it in, before turning it to the side and blowing it back out. "Friends, right," he said, keeping his hold on your waist.
You exhaled as he pressed his leg between your thighs, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "Why don't we—"
You were interrupted as your phone started ringing, making you take it out of the waistband of your skirt. "Sorry, it's Mika," you breathed, picking up. "What's up?" you answered.
"Hey, where are you?" she asked as if she didn't know the answer.
"She's with me," Jean answered for you.
You pulled the phone back away from him. "We all planned to leave together, right? Jean you ready?"
"Yeah, Marco can close for us," he said.
"Okay cool," you nodded. "We'll meet you by the door."
The car ride back was quiet, which was unusual for the three of you. You all thanked the driver as you got out of the backseat, trying not to stumble onto the sidewalk in front of Jean's building.
You all helped eachother into the elevator and into his apartment, settling on the black couch in the living room. You sat between the two of them, with Mikasa resting her head on your shoulder.
All of you were way too out of it to make brownies and decided to watch a movie instead. The TV screen and the lights outside were the only things illuminating the room.
Somewhere through the haze of whatever movie you were watching, Mikasa kissed you again. Then Jean did, turning you back around towards him.
"Guys—"
"We're all friends, right?" Mikasa said.
"Yeah," Jean nodded. He leaned past you, kissing Mikasa. "It's cool."
You were dumbfounded at the fact that they were acting like this was no big deal, but also weren't opposed.
Jean pulled you back to him by your jaw, kissing you passionately as his other hand slid over your waist, pulling you closer to him so you were sitting in his lap.
Your eyes searched between his and Mikasa's frantically as you pulled away from him, but she was already pushing you off of him, making you lay down on your back. She moved to climb on top of you, but paused. "There's not enough room here," she said, sitting up. "Let's go to Jean's room."
She abruptly had you in the same position in his bed, already on top of you and trailing kisses down your neck. Neither Jean nor Mikasa cared about the other, they both just wanted you, which became evident when he frowned watching her hands push your shirt up over your head.
Mikasa's fingertips trailed along the hem of your waistband as you kissed her until they disappeared, and you opened your eyes to see Jean. He hooked his fingers in the top of your skirt, pulling it down and over your legs.
Jean trailed kisses down your neck and chest, making you breathe shakily as he made his way down your abdomen. Mikasa kissed you as he did so, one of your hands in his hair and one in hers. You groaned softly against her lips as Jean licked a stripe up your inner thigh, making heat pool between your legs.
He slipped your legs over his shoulders, pulling your underwear to the side. You shivered as Jean ran the tip of his tongue up your slit, moaning softly. Mikasa drank up all of your little whimpers, enjoying the feeling even if it wasn't her doing it.
"Holy shit," you moaned, tilting your head back. You were struggling to kiss her back as pleasure racked through your body, twisting tighter and tighter deep in your stomach.
"You like that, yeah?" Mikasa teased, and you nodded incoherently.
She slid down on the bed, pushing Jean's shoulder. "Move," she said. Jean hummed, ignoring her. You were too distracted to notice them fighting, until you felt two of Mikasa's fingers press into you. "Oh god," you moaned, overwhelmed by the pleasure they were giving you. It didn't take long for you to come on her fingers, you hands flexing in Jean's hair as you did so.
Jean pulled away, wiping the corners of his mouth off. Mikasa took his place, knowing she could do better than that.
"Mikasa," you breathed, feeling her trail kisses up your thighs. "I can't."
"Don't tell me you're tired already," Jean teased.
In reality, they were both enjoying the game of passing you back and forth, wanting to see who could pull more reactions from you. "Yeah, cmon, you had no problem going for a few hours last year," she said, curling her fingers inside of you. You sighed as she did so, closing your eyes. "If you want me to stop, I will," she said, looking up at you.
"No, don't stop," you breathed. Mikasa was eager to please, feeling your legs wrapped around her head and your cunt flutter against her tongue was satisfying to her. She could feel you twitch with every one of her movements, instinctively pressing your hips up towards her while your hand in her hair pulled her closer. You were making more noise than you did with Jean, a string of incoherent curses and her name leaving your lips.
Jean placed his hand over your mouth, annoyed with the reaction Mikasa was getting, making you open your eyes. "Let's use our inside voices, yeah?" Jean said, and you nodded, trying your best. You were borderline thrashing around in front of her, placing the back of your hand to your mouth in an attempt to muffle yourself. Jean slipped his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. "Here, let me help you," he said, taking the back of your head in his hand.
The position was a little akward, but it worked, with him holding your head up a bit above the bed as he brought his cock to your lips. You could barely focus on Mikasa or Jean, letting both of them set their own pace with you. You parted your lips, sticking your tongue out a bit as he put his dick in your mouth. You were eager to let him shut you up, so he did, bobbing your head back and forth as you moaned around his cock.
He could feel your throat twitch against his tip as you gagged a bit, making him grown lowly.
Mikasa stopped for a second to unclip your bra, pulling her own shirt over her head with one hand all the while continuing to finger you. Jean let go of your head and let you lay back down, with Mikasa crawling back on top of you as she slipped another finger inside of you.
You were dripping onto her fingers, easily approaching your second orgasm. "You gonna come for me?" she asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded, and she could see how every coherent thought in your mind apart from the two of them was unraveling as your orgasm washed over you.
Jean didn't even give you a second to catch your breath, flipping you over roughly as Mikasa licked her fingers clean. He pulled your hips to his, arching your back.
Mikasa laid down in front of you where your face was on the mattress, wanting to watch your every expression. "You okay?" she asked.
"Mhm," you nodded, pressing your hips back against Jean to let him know it was okay. He lined his cock up with your enterance, running the tip of his cock through your folds. The pressure against your sensitive clit made you moan, and Jean marveled at how easy it was to get you worked up over and over again. He easily slipped inside of you, the feeling of you wrapped around his cock one he had missed.
Mikasa picked you up by your jaw, smiling at the fucked-out expression on your face. "You like being passed around like this?" she said, tilting your head up so you were forced to look at her as Jean started to fuck you. Your eyelids were heavy, spit running from the corner of your mouth that Mikasa gently wiped off. "I didn't know you were such a slut," she said, maintaining eye contact with you.
"Mikasa," you moaned, even though Jean was the one fucking you. She laughed, looking up at him.
"See, told you," she said.
Jean rolled his eyes, pulling out of you. You whined at the loss of contact, but it was replaced when he sat down in front of you, sitting up against the headboard. He gestured for you to come to him and you did, sitting on his lap and starting to ride him. You looked over at Mikasa, who was watching you.
"Don't look at her, look at me," Jean said, turning your head back towards him.
It was hard to focus on anyone as you bounced up and down on his cock, Jean's hands guiding you as you did so. Their words were flowing in one ear and out the other, you were caught up in a haze of pleasure. Jean brought his thumb to your clit, circling it slowly and making you choke on your moans.
The corners of Jean's lips upturned as you whispered his name, your orgasm approaching. He slowed down his movements as you came on his cock, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure flowed through your body. You slumped down on his shoulder as he pulled out of you, breathing shakily as he came on your stomach.
"Shit, sorry, I'll get you a towel," he said, getting up. You laid down on Mikasa's lap, closing your eyes.
"You did so well," she said, stroking your scalp softly.
"Is that not the first time you two have done that?" you asked.
"Me and Jean? No. We kinda have the same type."