A/N: Not exactly sexual but there are scenes of aftercare which involve the genitalia. Minors, tread carefully.

That was the weakest standing-my-ground I've ever done in my whole fucking life.

Fuck, my clit is so sensitive, the stream of water coming out of the hand shower makes me shiver. I put a finger inside me, spraying water alongside, washing Erwin's cum out. God, how did I not realize we were rawdogging until he told me?

Although, how could I? I was delirious with pleasure as soon as he kissed my foot. All my determination had gone out the window at that very moment.

I've been washing for so long but I still feel sticky inside. I feel owned.

There's a rap on the door. "Angel, is everything alright?" He's so sweet, I refuse to believe he's the leader of an organized crime group.

"Yes, I'll be out in a second."

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Upon brief deliberation, I ask him to come in. He stands by the open door, wearing his briefs under his shirt, unbuttoned, hanging loosely till his hips. His strong hips, producing those artful thrusts, pushing me into madness. Even after the jumpscare of the year, I still can't stop thinking about sex whenever I look at him. The magic of the older, more experienced man.

"I'm not sure if... if it's all out." I look away at the drain hole at the end of the tub. My cheeks sting from the embarrassment. I still can't believe how needy I was being, begging him to fuck me.

"Do you want me to take a look?" Erwin offers, making me chuckle.

"Look how?"

He fans out his fingers in front of him. "I'm sure I can reach further than you." Fucking tease! I throw my loofah at him and he catches it, laughing out. "I'll be very professional, my dear. I promise."

Such an old man! Calling me, my dear. I wanna kiss him so bad.

"I don't know, Erwin. It seems a little..."

"Intimate?" His gaze dances on my face, flirty, challenging. I nod. Walking up to the edge of the bathtub, he squats so we're at the same level. "I dream of so much more happening between us." He pulls my face toward him, kisses me. It makes me relax a little.

"Let me take a look." He climbs into the tub and sits between my legs. I'm not sure how he plans to do this so I stare at him for guidance. Looking around, he stands up again, his crotch temptingly close to my face. Even soft, I can trace his outline over the fabric of his underwear. Shifting behind me, he sits down again, spreading out his long, muscular legs on both sides of me. The tub isn't wide enough for my fat thighs and his thick ones too. I suck in my tummy when he pulls me to himself so my back touches his chest.

Erwin takes the hand shower from me. My whole body contracts when he presses the button and a jet of water hits my clit. "Not there. It's... a little sensitive right now," I inform.

"I'm sorry, angel." He kisses my shoulder before directing the spray lower. "Let me know if ever you feel uncomfortable, and I'll stop."

Slowly, he inserts his tallest finger through my vagina, a squelch confirming my belief that his cream is still inside me. He points the water right at the opening, and rubs the pad of his finger along my walls. When I tense up, he kisses my shoulder again. "Ease up, angel. Can I see your face?"

I turn and he swiftly captures my lips with his. He only kisses outside, smooching over and over, but doesn't push his tongue in even when I open my mouth in anticipation. The gesture makes me feel better and I sense my insides relax. It's probably not a good idea giving him so much power over me but here we are.

"Good girl," he whispers against my lips, continuing to clean. "How does it feel now?" He asks once he takes his finger out of me.

"Better." I clasp my thighs together to make space for his. Erwin pulls me closer. Neither of us is ready to leave this place. I know I'm protected here in this sanctuary of safety that he has created for me. But it's not the tub, nor the white tiled bathroom that's my harbour, it's his arms. I can beg, I can cry, I can throw an attitude, and he'll still tell me I'm beautiful. I'm not sure what he sees in me but I bet it's his eyes that can only see the angelic in something so hideous.

"You know, I adored it when you called me baby."

"You did?"

He hums, his hand caressing the underside of my thigh.

"Should I call you baby more often?"

"Yes, please." He smells my neck. He does that often. I get a feeling it calms him. It has a similar effect on me.

When we come out of my bedroom, I both hear and smell the sound of someone cooking from the kitchen. "It's just Levi, don't worry," Erwin tells me when I stop in my tracks.

"What is he doing here? And, when—?" I'm so confused about how long we spent in the bathroom.

"I'm not very keen on cooking but I thought you should have a proper meal before taking the pill, so I decided to call him in. I hope that's okay, angel."

There's also music. Taylor Swift, to be exact. Neither Erwin nor Levi seems like someone who'd listen to TS. "And, who's that?" I ask, pointing to the skinny, very non-binary looking back of a person dancing to Shake It Off in my living room.

"That's Hange. I didn't know they were coming but there's nothing to worry, angel. Neither of them will do a thing I don't approve of."

There's a shrill cry from that direction, jolting my senses. "Is that her? Is that her?" Hange jumps and runs toward me, clasping their hands around mine. "You're so pretty. I'm Hange, and my pronouns are they/them." Nailed it. My enbydar is strong as hell.

"Hi, I'm Niji. I go by she/her."

"Oh, I know that. I read your file." Interesting. "And I got you these." They run back to the couch to grab something to give to me. It's... a prescription bottle of my painkillers.

"Umm... thank you?"

"You're welcome. I got from the file that you're running low on them so here you go."

"There are my medical records on the file?" I look between Hange and Erwin.

"Actually, angel, medical records are much easier to get our hands on than, say, what show you've been binge-watching on Netflix." Erwin answers. This is infuriating. "But, like I promised, I-"

"Levi," I call out. "Can I request a file too?"

Levi's little head pops out of the kitchen, the signature quirked up lips and knotted eyebrows on his face. His eyes wander behind me; I can see the non-verbal communication going on between the boss and his not-assistant. "Sure," he says, uncertain.

"On Mr. Smith."

"Umm..." He looks behind me again. "Okay. I'll give you one by next week."

"Perfect. I hope it's going to be thicker than mine." I walk over to the couch with my arms crossed and sit down, right on the spot where we were fucking. It has been cleaned but I can see a darker blotch from when Erwin's cum slipped out of me. God, even thinking about it is embarrassing. I hide the spot under my thighs when Erwin and Hange come over to sit down with me.

"You know, genetics has always fascinated me." Hange starts speaking, leaning over Erwin's now fully dressed thighs to be closer to me. "Can I pick your brain sometimes? My questions may be dumb but, you know, I always find it better to speak to someone, an expert, rather than reading."

"Oh, I'm not sure if I'm an expert."

"Humble, how cute!" They boop my nose with the tip of their index. "You're coming to the bungalow tomorrow, right?"

I look at Erwin, realizing I still haven't answered his promposal. He has those beady, expectant eyes of a puppy and I just wanna kiss him. As if reading my mind, he leans forward, placing the smallest, sweetest peck on my lips, as if reminding me that he's still waiting for a reply. I suppose, I have to break his heart. "Actually, I'll be stuck at a conference all day tomorrow. So, I'm not sure..."

"Oh, right." Hange springs up, seizing the manila envelope from the table. They take out the thick stack of papers stapled together and start to flip through it to the end. "Yes, of course. Oncocon, at the Missionary Children's Hospital. But it gets over at four in the afternoon, right? And our party starts at eight. Are you sure you still can't make it?" I don't have the time to wonder what other information is on that file because now, there are two pairs of puppy eyes staring at me, hoping for an answer. Levi, help!

"Dinner's here." Levi does come to my rescue after all. He brings with him a wooden tray with a big china bowl with steam emerging from it. When he puts it down, I realize he has fried some leftover rice I had in the fridge in soya sauce and sprinkled vegetables and sesame seeds over it. He goes back and brings a glass bowl with him, a lot greener this one, with white, unseasoned chunks of chicken. Right, because Erwin can't have carbs at night.

"Do you always eat chicken salads for dinner?" I ask Erwin.

"I prefer to, angel."

"Huh." The brat in me rises again. "I guess that's why you haven't asked me out on a date yet."

The silence that follows my comment hits the roof, my cat's sudden appearance and meowing the only deterrence to the awkward stares coming my way. Finally, Hange breaks the ice by blowing out a whistle. "Girl, I knew you had it in you."

"Had what?"

"You know." They shrug. "Nobody would dare speak up to the boss like that but..."

"Well, he's not my boss, is he?" If I just don't look at him, it'll all be fine.

But he pulls me closer to him and snuggles his long aquiline nose into my neck. I can tell he's more amused than anything else, by the way he hums into my skin. "No, he's not." 

"Gross." Five points to anybody who can guess who says that.

"I guess, that's our cue to leave." Hange rubs their hands on their pants, putting my file back on the coffee table. "I hope I see you tomorrow. I can already name at least a dozen people who really, really want you there."

"Wait, you guys are leaving? You're not having dinner with us?" I grab Hange's arm on instinct. They like me, so I like them too. We're gonna be good friends, I can tell.

"We've had dinner, don't worry."

I turn to Levi and he shrugs too. "You can share my fried rice. I don't think I can have all that by myself anyway. Unless, you guys avoid carbs at night too."

Levi starts to say something but Erwin stops any further conversation with a simple "Stay." I feel Erwin's squeeze on my arm. He adds, "Just text Miche about any pending work you might have and he'll finish it." Levi nods, going back to the kitchen, my kitchen, to get more cutlery.

"Do you guys wanna drink? I have wine." I ask once Levi's back. Erwin and Hange agree and he sighs, rolling his eyes at the thought of making the trip again. "I'll get the stuff. You sit."

I pour the wine in three fresh glasses because someone either drank or threw away the stuff Erwin and I were sharing before he almost gave me a child. I bite my lip at the thought. It's gross to even think about it but I kinda... didn't mind. It's not that I want children — I think it's meaningless to have children unless you're absolutely sure you can take care of their every need and want. I just liked the carelessness of it all, the urgency, the warmth inside me when I realized what had happened, the panic of it, the aftercare that Erwin showered on me later. Is that a kink? How shameful!

"Hey!" Hange appears in the doorway. They take two glasses from me. "Thought you might need some help. Thanks for having us."

"Of course. It'd have been very rude of me to just send you off after you've come all this way to cook me dinner."

"Don't worry about it. We're used to doing these thing for Erwin. He's... I mean, he can be a little whimsical sometimes."

Huh! I need more info. "Has this..." I do a circular motion with my finger. "Has this happened before?" It makes them cautious.

"I mean... not this specifically. But... umm... yeah, we've had to turn up at his apartment late at night for... work, or something he needed."

"What a terrible boss! No work-life balance, huh?" I laugh, trying my best to put them at ease after my intrusive interrogation.

"Well, believe it or not, we enjoy what we do." There's a slight smile on Hange's face. It's gone before I can decipher what it means. But the monologue that they go in afterward is impressive. "I'm one of the few who work both at Paradis Constructions and also in the gang, and Erwin treats me well in both workplaces. The things I, or Levi or any of the others, do for him in the afterhours, we do it only for the kindness in his heart, his kinship, the way he makes everyone feel like family. Any race, any sexuality, any orientation — no matter how different you are from him, he always takes the time to understand what it means to you and keeps that in mind. It's actually very unexpected from a white cis het man but there he is." And, as if reading my thoughts and the next question I'm about to pop, they add, "and, no, he did not send me here to say all this. Sorry for all the cheese. I know you were expecting tea."

Oh no, I hope they don't hate me now.

Erwin's arms are open and welcoming when we go back to the couch. He pats his thighs and I realize why when I take a look at the spot between him and Levi. It has been rightfully occupied by Miri, who has fallen asleep again, purring loud enough over the Taylor Swift songs still blasting from Hange's phone. "There you go," He whispers as I put my ass down on his lap. He pulls me closer so my back touches his chest like it was in the bath and softly grabs my thigh.

"You know, I can just sit on the floor and she can have my seat." Levi is visibly disgusted.

"No, I think we're comfortable like this. Aren't we, angel?" Erwin's grip on my thigh tightens only a fraction more but it sends the message across. Such a big man and so needy!

Levi looks at me. "Well, you are my guest," I tell him, "I couldn't possible have you sit on the floor." He scoffs at my response but doesn't say anything anymore. 

My guests and I eat mostly in silence as I play a random youtube video on the TV. The content is funny but not important; it's just background noise to drown out the awkwardness. Luckily, we also have Hange, the first letter of whose MBTI is definitely E. Levi is an I for sure. I haven't figured out Erwin yet. On one hand, he seems goofy but also, kind of stoic. Maybe an ENTJ, given how he runs not one, but two large-scale... corporations? Is that the right word for a gang?

"So, Erwin," Hange starts. "Why is it that you call Niji angel?"

I shift in his lap. This is a question I've been dying to ask too. He takes a look at me, my interest obviously written all over my face, and smiles. "Well, she saved my life. That's what angels do."

"But you started with the nickname before I even agreed to look at your arm." 

"I knew I'd convince you."

"That's not very angelic, is it, if you have to convince me to save your life? What's the real reason?" 

His tell — it's so pronounced that it's funny. He looks away and his eyes become narrower, and he quickly finishes the sentence so as to not get caught lying. But, even though he says the next part looking directly into my eyes, I still know he's lying. "Well, to be frank, when you were standing in the doorway and I was pleading for you to put the knife down and come help me, there was a light behind your head. It was from where I was sitting that it looked like a halo around an angel. That was it."

"An angel with a knife in her hand?" Levi chuckles with food in his mouth, and I just wanna punch him in the face.

A/N: I've been dying to write the scene with Hange and Niji. They're gonna be best friends and go on "adventures". And, Levi will also be there, whether he likes it or not.

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