
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/7700707.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Mikasa_Ackerman/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Armin_Arlert, Mikasa_Ackerman, Jean_Kirstein, Sasha_Blouse
  Additional Tags:
      Nightmare, Angst, Misunderstanding, Comfort_Sex, First_Time_Sex, mentions
      of_non-existent_rape, dark_dream
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-07 Words: 7380
****** I'll Fight Away All of Your Fears ******
by Crazyaniknowit
Summary
     ~ Mikasa sat up, panting and quivering. When she registered her
     surroundings she gave a sigh and wiped at her sweaty forehead. 'It
     was just a dream...just a nightmare...that would never happen.' she
     consoled herself in her head, laying back down. 'Eren would never
     hurt me.' ~
     Really old fic, just transferring it over to Ao3 lol
Notes
     *Goes and hides in a hole.* I dunno why I wrote this, but the idea
     just kept nagging me, so I decided to post it. I mainly wrote it
     because I had a nightmare of the same content so I figured: "What if
     Mikasa had a nightmare like that about Eren?" and then my perverted
     brain turned it into a smutty oneshot...so yeah...
     Enjoy I guess?
Of all the scenarios with him she usually dreamt up, Mikasa was certain this
was the least expected of her nightmares. One might have thought it'd be a
dream come true for her, what with her attraction to him. However, there was a
difference between love and abuse, and for some reason, her subconscious had
pulled her into that very scenario.
She knew that nightmares came from one's inner fears, but she couldn't bring
herself to believe that this was truly a fear of hers. How could she ever think
so? But with the way his figure treated her, carelessly and cruelly, she
couldn't help but gasp and yelp in fear over his touch.
Mikasa struggled, but unfortunately, for some reason, her captor was stronger.
He even laughed at her when she began to cry. She whimpered when he began to
thrust, and she let out a scream when his ministrations turned painful.
Mikasa sat up, panting and quivering. When she registered her surroundings she
gave a sigh and wiped at her sweaty forehead. 'It was just a dream...just a
nightmare...that would never happen.'she consoled herself in her head, laying
back down.'Eren would never hurt me.'
•
•
Mikasa barely slept for the rest of the night, and the dark bags, while faint,
were evident under her eyes. She sat at the breakfast table and sighed, moving
to eat her food. Someone sat beside her, and when he gave a very familiar grunt
whilst stretching his arms, she couldn't hold back a flinch. Had her dream
truly affected her so much? She knew that would never come true, so why was she
frightened of him?
Eren yawned and smacked his lips together, looking over at her with a smile.
Only to have it fade when he realized she had scooted away, if only an inch,
and hid her face from him. "Mikasa?" he attempted to peer around her hair, "You
okay?" he asked when he finally caught sight of her eyes. Her...frightened
eyes. Why on earth was she frightened? Mikasa Ackerman could be many things,
but he had never seen her frightened since the day he saved her from those
animals.
"I'm fine, Eren." Mikasa didn't look up to meet his gaze, and the sight made
his heart seize with a strange ache. The way she flinched when he moved,
avoided his gaze, and seemed to want him to leave...it finally hit him. 'She's
afraid...and she's afraid of me.'He gulped at the thought, pulling away and
slouching in his seat. His gaze went to his hands and he furrowed his brow, the
back of his eyes started stinging, and he closed them in defeat. Eren stood,
looking over his shoulder at the hunched girl before he walked away in a sad
hunch of his own. He left the hall without eating, as he was not willing to
face anybody, not with these painful tears threatening his vision.
Since when was she so afraid of him? What did he do? He began running all the
things he could remember of their interactions lately through his head. It
stopped briefly on an unexpected kiss they had both instigated, that had been a
week ago. They were rather shy about it, and feelings were still uncertain, but
there was nothing to suggest that she hadn't wanted that. In fact, she had been
the one to pull him in for a final, affectionate peck before they parted.
Eren was stumped, and painfully confused. He wiped at his eyes and made it to
his bedroom, or in other words, the basement. At which he lay down on his bed
and curled up. He knew he was supposed to be strong, and he knew crying was for
children, but, he reminded himself he was still a child. Or at least, in a
manner of speaking, he was no adult yet. So he let himself cry for once in his
life, he didn't attempt to hold it back out of pride.
"Eren?" he gasped at the sound and sat up, keeping his gaze on the opposite
wall, he knew that voice well.
"Armin, what are you doing here?" he asked, attempting to hide the quiver in
his voice.
He heard the younger boy step closer and the bed shifted as he sat beside him.
"Are you okay? You left the hall without eating, and now I find you crying.
What happened?" he asked.
Damn him for being so intelligent! But then, Eren supposed anyone could see
through his miserable attempt at hiding tears. "I'm not crying." he said
stubbornly.
He could feel Armin's disapproving glare, "Really, Eren? I've known you
practically your whole life, you expect me to believe that bullshit? You should
know better."
Eren sighed and finally turned to face his childhood friend. He knew he
shouldn't be afraid to share anything with the blonde, after all, he was his
best friend. And he supposed friend wasn't the accurate word for Armin, if
anything, he was like his honorary brother. "It's Mikasa." he wiped at his eyes
and fidgeted with his fingers while he spoke. Despite his reluctant acceptance,
it was still embarrassing to cry in front of anybody.
Armin didn't seem surprised, "Ahh, I might've known. She didn't seem herself
this morning, but what did she do to make you cry? Of all people?"
Eren shrugged, "It's not her fault, I guess I am a monster, but she was scared
of me." he muttered shakily.
"Eren...how many times do I have to tell you? You aren't a monster." Armin
scolded, as if he had only heard the first half of his statement.
"She was scared of me, Armin!" Eren snapped, fresh tears springing into his
eyes as he grit his teeth and glared at the startled boy. "This whole time, the
only thing that truly helped me keep it together - with this shifting ability -
was the fact that you two were never scared of me. You guys always supported me
through thick and thin! Without that, I can't cope with being this! That's why
it hurt so bad to see it, I couldn't stand to see that in her eyes, but I can't
deny it. She was terrified! And the worst part is that I don't even know why
she's afraid! I can't remember doing anything to make her feel that way!" he
ranted, by now crying freely despite his company.
Armin had tears of his own, but he held them back in a shuddering breath, while
Eren put his face between his knees and sobbed. After composing himself, Armin
pulled his childhood friend into a hug, "It's okay, Eren. I-I don't know why
she would be feeling that way. But I promise you, I'll find out. I'll fix this,
okay?" he assured.
Eren nodded, not looking up, and letting out a choked hiccup, "You don't have
to...but thanks, Armin. Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you." he
said.
Armin stood and wiped stray tears from his face, striding out of the basement
with a determined scowl on his face. It was time to find the root of this
problem.
•
•
Later that evening, Armin stood outside Mikasa's door, preparing himself for
whatever she may spring on him. He was honestly a little scared himself, not of
her, but of her reasoning. He knew she would never fear Eren if she were in her
rational mind, so why would she now? As for how Eren was doing, earlier he had
told Hanji to skip Eren's experiments today, explaining that he was having
issues and he needed to rest. The woman, after much earnest convincing, had
agreed, and Eren was (hopefully) left alone.
Armin knocked gently, one, two, three times, and stood back a ways while he
waited. He heard a shuffling of feet and the cautious approach to the door,
"Who is it?" came Mikasa's rather weary-sounding voice.
"Armin." he informed her, giving her a kind smile when she opened the door,
"Hi. May I come in?" he asked.
Mikasa nodded, though her confusion was obvious, as her brows were knit
together in a contemplative furrow. "Is there something you need, Armin?" she
asked as she observed him.
Armin looked around her room and inhaled deeply, one last preparation before he
turned to face her. "What's wrong, Mikasa?"
The raven-haired girl took a step back in surprise, "What do you mean, Armin?
I'm fine!" she protested, though her distress was quite clear. She began to
perspire, and her face paled just a fraction, blood rushing away in anxious
anticipation.
Armin gave her a scowl, "Mikasa, Eren is really upset."
Mikasa froze, she had nearly forgotten about her demeanor at breakfast. She
remembered the way he looked at her, anguish over her own expression clearly
written on his face, before he ran from the room, (in a manner of speaking that
is). "What about?" she asked with a gulp.
Armin gave her a sympathetic glance, "Why are you afraid of him? What did he
do?" he asked, approaching her carefully.
Mikasa sat down on the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest, "I don't
really want to talk about it, but he didn't do anything, so he doesn't have to
worry about that." she murmured.
"Mikasa, you may not want to talk about it, but if you don't clear this up, I
don't think Eren can recover from it. He really depends on us, you know? You
more than me. Seeing that you were frightened of him...I-I've never seen him so
broken, he cried, Mikasa." Armin stressed, attempting to make her open up.
Mikasa looked at him in surprise, "Really? He was that upset?"
Armin nodded, "I need you to tell me why you are acting like this. Eren is kind
of depending on it."
Mikasa turned to look back at the floor, biting her lip. "I had a nightmare."
she whispered.
"About Eren?"
The girl hesitated, one hand drawing unintelligible designs on her knee,
"Mmhmm..." she nodded. Armin waited patiently for her to continue, happy now
that they were getting somewhere. "I...he...recently, we've been in a somewhat
intimate relationship. Not in any way bigger than maybe a kiss." she confessed,
and Armin smiled.
'Well finally!' he thought to himself.
"I don't know why-" she continued, "-because I never even considered it before,
but in my dream, he was...hurting me." she insinuated shakily, taking in a
shuddering breath at the memory.
Armin was taken aback, "You mean, in an intimate way?" he asked in shock.
Mikasa nodded, eyes welling with tears. He gaped, unsure of what to say, the
concept was horrifying to picture. After a time, he straightened and cleared
his throat, "Well, I...I understand why that scares you. But you know Eren
could never even conceive hurting you in any way, right?" she nodded again. "So
why would you ever fear the real him? That was a figment of your imagination,
Mikasa. In my opinion, you were having a nightmare, about being violated, and
since your subconscious tends to use the images of someone you love, that's who
you saw. It wasn't real, Mikasa. And it never could be. The only thing you have
to fear right now is fear itself."
Mikasa nodded, sniffling, "I don't want to be scared of him. And I don't know
why I dreamt that..." she wiped at her face, "I do know that I shouldn't have
behaved that way at breakfast. I-I need to go talk to him, don't I?" she asked
hesitantly.
Armin opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps caused him to
pause, and Mikasa's widened eyes told him who it was. He turned to see Eren in
the doorway, staring at Mikasa with a mixture of emotions swirling in his
turquoise irises. The boy now decided it was time to leave the talking to the
estranged couple. "I...I think I'll go see if...you know...I gotta go." Armin
excused himself awkwardly, slipping past Eren.
Mikasa barely acknowledged that Armin had left, her eyes locked on Eren's. "You
heard everything, didn't you?" she murmured.
Eren shook his head, "Not everything...I came to talk to you, but then I heard
Armin...and...I didn't mean to eavesdrop." he explained, looking down at his
hands, "You really had a nightmare about that?"
Mikasa cringed at the pain in his voice, and she turned to look at her wall,
not wanting to face him at that moment. "It's not that I think you'd ever do
that, but it still...it was still frightening. Anything like that is." she
explained in a shaky voice.
Eren nodded, "I understand that. And I agree with what Armin said. I think that
it's natural to fear someone you love...ah-I mean, I assume you feel that way."
he corrected nervously, scratching at the back of his neck whilst his face
reddened.
Mikasa smiled briefly, "Yeah, I do. But, what's natural about fearing someone
you love?"
Eren came to sit beside her, relishing the fact that she didn't cringe or
flinch away, "You fear being hurt, right? It's just instinct. So, naturally,
you'd fear being hurt by someone who loves you more...right?" he reasoned.
Mikasa looked at him in surprise, "I think Armin is rubbing off on you. You're
so philosophical now."
Eren chuckled, a hand reaching to stroke her cheek, "I'd never hurt you...well,
not intentionally." he scowled as he thumbed the scar on her cheek. She covered
his hand with hers and closed her watery eyes, a salty tear sliding down her
cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the scar, then the tear, wiping it
away. Mikasa felt her heart begin to race as he reached his other arm around
her waist and pulled her into his lap. Her knees parted and settled on either
side of his waist, and his hands gently supported the small of her back.
She opened her eyes when he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes now closed.
"I love you. You know that?" he murmured.
She smiled and chuckled quietly, more tears threatening her vision, "Y-yes."
she hiccuped.
Eren pulled her in for a hug, letting her cry, he was certain it'd feel good to
let it all out, and cry she did. But her tears were no longer melancholy, in
fact, her heart felt light, as if an enormous burden had been lifted from her
shoulders. Mikasa tightened her arms around him and nuzzled his shoulder,
sighing as her tears slowed. He was such a good person, despite his flaws, and
she knew she was lucky to have him, to love him, and for him to love her back.
From this point on, she silently vowed fear would never dictate their
relationship again. It wasn't pleasant, and she never wanted to experience it
again. She pulled back from the hug and smiled at him.
"Feel better?" he asked, thumbs reaching up to wipe any remaining water from
her face.
Mikasa nodded, "Yes, much better. Sorry for soaking your shirt." she giggled
lightly, fingering the wet spot on his shoulder.
Eren shrugged, "It's just water." he smiled. Mikasa returned it, and
unconsciously leaned in closer to his face. Both smiles dropped and they felt
the mood change, like the difference between an overcast or sunny day.
His gaze flicked from her eyes to her lips, then back again, his tongue moving
to wet his own lips. He was asking permission, she realized. Mikasa leaned
forward, and he eagerly met her halfway. He moved hungrily, albeit gently, and
she sighed as she felt her body relax. This was the true Eren, the one whose
thoughts orbited around her well-being and her preferences. The embarrassing
fact that fear had gotten the better of her still tugged irritably at the back
of her mind. However, she willed herself to forget it, and wrapped her arms
willingly around Eren's neck.
Eren's mouth moved against hers, tongue venturing into her mouth and exploring
her gums. Mikasa sighed into it and allowed him to run his tongue along her
teeth. However it soon became a competition, and they wrestled for dominance in
this minor battle. A smile pulled at her lips when she felt him pushing her
body backward. Her spine softly pressed against the bed, and he hovered over
her, finally breaking from the kiss to press his lips against her jawline. She
inhaled sharply, quite out of breath from the adventurous kiss, as his mouth
delved lower, lightly brushing over her neck. He mischievously moved her scarf
to suckle on her pulse point, and she giggled at the ticklish sensation.
"Eren!" she chided, pushing at his face and feeling his lips curl against her
skin in a smile.
She registered his hand sliding tantalizingly down her waist, and her body
froze. He brought that hand back up, dragging it along her clothes, teasing her
waist and ribs. Her skin shivered and peppered in gooseflesh from the chills.
"Mikasa?" he murmured.
Mikasa looked down, "Hmm?" his face was turned away, but she could see there
was an important question on his mind.
Eren looked up at her, and her heart began to pound faster in a strange
sensation of excitement at the sight of the dark shadows in his turquoise
irises. His gaze reeked of desire, and she felt a warm heat pool in her abdomen
just from the sight. He didn't ask his question, but rather, he stood and moved
to the door, shutting it and locking it. Then he turned and shrugged his Survey
Corps jacket off, she could easily see his chest heaving through the thin shirt
below, and she could tell he was nervous.
Mikasa shifted and moved to sit up, but he held up a hand to halt her while he
took off his boots, placing both them and the jacket neatly beside her bed.
Afterwards, Eren crawled on and lay alongside her, hand moving to her hips and
thumb rubbing a circle on the cloth-covered skin. She could see that desire was
still in his eyes, but hesitance was most obviously predominant. His gaze
shifted from some unknown point beyond her face to her onyx eyes.
"What is it, Eren? You had something to ask me?" she prodded, scooting closer
to him.
Eren nodded, "I...I want, well..." he began nervously, a quaver in his voice,
"-I want to show you how I really am. I mean, I don't want you to think of the
nightmare every time you think of me intimately. I...do you know what I mean?"
he asked. She noticed with a giggle that his face had turned red again with the
prospect of what he was asking.
"So, you're saying you want to make love to me?" Mikasa clarified, despite the
question being perfectly clear.
Eren glanced down at something unknown and nodded, "Yeah, to put it bluntly."
he murmured.
Mikasa couldn't hold back her smile, despite her earlier paranoia, she was
rather glad he had asked that. Granted, she knew, since they were both
inexperienced and virgin, it would be awkward, and maybe even painful. But she
wanted it anyway, besides, like he had said, she didn't want to have only her
nightmare to think of when she thought of their intimacy. "Okay." she
whispered.
Eren looked up in surprise, "Are you sure? I-I don't want to do anything you
don't want to, I only wanted to suggest it because of the spur of the moment
and I-"
"Eren." she said sharply, and the boy cut his ramblings short. Mikasa sat up
and took her Survey Corps jacket off, catching his attention when she began to
work on her 3DMG straps afterwards. Her heart was pounding in excitement, and
she had a small smile on her face when she turned to look over her shoulder.
"Aren't you going to help me?" she asked, although she was a bit insecure over
whether that was seductive or not.
Eren's reaction suggested it was, as he jumped and sat up, hands clumsily
undoing the nearest strap. He was just as nervous - or maybe even more so - as
she was, and his breath came in shakily while he worked. He still couldn't
believe he had suggested this, but in honesty, he was glad he did. Mikasa
draped her gear over the nearby end-table, then turned and began to work on his
straps.
Eren snickered when she lost her balance while shuffling on her knees, and he
broke into full out laughter when she resolved to dig her fingers into his
sides as payback for laughing at her. "Mikasa! Stop!" he cried, falling on his
back while he desperately tried to push her hands away. Mikasa pulled the final
strap of his gear away and smirked as she placed it beside hers. They both fell
into silence at that.
There was obviously still more to undress, but for now, they were both at an
impasse, uncertain of who would start and when. Eren sat up, reaching for her
hand and tugging her forward until she straddled his waist. Mikasa shuddered
when he traced a finger from her cheek to her neck, then slowly tilted her chin
up so he could press his lips against hers. She welcomed his attentions and
pressed forward eagerly, moving her hips in the process.
Eren groaned into her mouth when she provided friction down there, and he broke
the kiss to deal with the feeling, hands moving to hold her shoulders. Mikasa
moved back and he hissed at the sensation, the hands he had placed at her
shoulders were on her hips in a split second. The girl gasped when he thrust
lightly against her in a heated daze. At that moment, everything they had been
doing up until now suddenly seemed slow-motion. The room was hot, and Eren
flipped their positions to hover over her on the bed yet again.
His lips went to caress her neck, and she let out quiet gasps when he began to
roll his hips steadily into her core. The unfamiliar sensation of friction on
her lower regions was both dizzying and frustrating. Clothing needed to
disappear, Mikasa realized, and began to tug upwards on his shirt frantically.
He slowed in his rut to tug the shirt from his body, tossing it away without a
care. The girl beneath him turned red at the sight, not sure if she'd ever seen
him so close without a shirt before.
She pressed a hand to his warm skin and smiled when he made eye contact with
her. Eren smiled back and reached to unbutton her own shirt. In seemingly
record time, she was in nearly the same state of undress as he. Mikasa pulled
her arms to her chest in embarrassment, and he chuckled at the sight. She gave
a sigh when he pressed a kiss to her nose, "Don't be shy, Mikasa. You are
beautiful." he whispered, reaching under her shoulders to unclasp the last
obstacle between him and her bared chest.
She turned a brighter red and bit her lip when he pulled the garment away, and
she couldn't help but fearfully observe his reaction to (in her mind) her
rather mediocre assets. Eren gently pulled her arms away so he could see, and
afterwards he respectfully didn't stare. Mikasa panted heavily when he began to
kiss the valley between them, hand hovering above one in hesitance. She admired
how he seemed to treat her like something sacred, but she needed him to touch
her. She grasped that hand and pressed it to her breast in her anxiousness.
Eren gave a nervous chuckle and proceeded to gently grope her in exploration.
She observed how he seemed fascinated with her chest, and how he proceeded to
lower his face to one of her soft mounds. Mikasa hitched her breath when he
took it in his mouth experimentally. Eren ran his hand down the opposite breast
and sent another wave of goosebumps across her skin as it trailed down to her
hip.
Mikasa raised her hips in anticipation of his hand, but frowned in
disappointment when he only grasped her hip instead of moving lower. "Eren..."
she murmured, reaching a hand down to undo the button and zipper of her pants.
The intense heat and rapid pulsing of her muscles down there was becoming to
much to bear. She needed - no, ached - for him to touch her there, she
realized. "Eren?"
"Hmm?" the boy hummed from her chest, finally parting to look at her curiously.
Mikasa grabbed at his free hand and moved it over to the thin trail of peach
fuzz on her stomach. Eren looked down at her hand and watched as she pushed his
own hand southwards, towards her core. He looked up at her in understanding and
proceeded to move his hand of his own accord. Mikasa moved to grasp at his
shoulders when his fingers slipped beneath her loosened pants.
She gave an involuntary thrust upwards into his hand when it came in contact
with her folds. And he watched her in rapt fascination when she arched into his
touch. Her hands frantically pushed at her pants to remove the suffocating
material, and he moved away from her core only to help her with that. "Is this
okay?" he asked, fingers returning to gently massage her down below.
Mikasa panted at the feeling and nodded, hands fisting in the sheets when he
slipped a finger inside her. She gave a light moan and closed her fluttering
eyes as his palm pressed against her sensitive nub and sent a spike of pleasure
coursing through her abdomen. Eren removed her underwear to give himself better
access, and he looked down to examine her appearance. Mikasa blushed when he
moved down to peer at her, and she realized with a start that she was naked
now. The thought, however, gave her a strange thrill, rather than the
embarrassment she had anticipated.
Eren had never been so fascinated in his life, and he couldn't help but press a
kiss to her inner thigh as he watched his hand work on her. Mikasa's hand
reached to grasp his hair and he gasped in both surprise and a little pain when
she pulled his face closer. "Eren, can you...?" she asked, voice desperate and
trembling.
He nodded and removed his hand, replacing it with a warm, rough tongue. Mikasa
threw her head back and flexed her fingers in his hair, gasping out his name.
The sound sent rush of blood to his nether regions, and he felt himself start
to throb in need as well. He continued to work on her orally, however, as he
was enjoying her reactions rather immensely. The tugging of his hair was a
little painful though, and he reached up to gently remove her hand with a
chuckle.
Mikasa pulled her hand back and draped it over her forehead, letting out a moan
when his voice reverberated through her lower folds. He had grasped her hips
and pulled her close as he possibly could, even lifting her up onto his knees.
She quickly reached her climax with a breathless cry, arching upwards as her
muscles contracted before she went limp. Eren noticed her stillness and paused,
looking up from his place in curiosity. "Mikasa?"
The girl opened her fluttering eyes, still panting as though she'd run for
miles. She looked down at him with a smile and beckoned him upwards, wrapping
her arms around him as soon as he was in reach. Eren repeated the gesture,
wiping at his face as she hugged him. Inexperienced as he was, it was natural
for him to get rather messy (though she assumed it'd be messy one way or the
other). Mikasa reached a hand up to his nape and pulled him down for a deep
kiss, never mind her essence still on his tongue.
"Ahh..." at the thought of her tasting herself, Eren noticed his need again,
and let out a groan at the spike of arousal he felt. He pulled back from her
lips and began to undo his pants, shimmying them away in haste. Mikasa watched
in rapt attention, eager to see what he had in store for her. Eren slowed at
his underclothing and looked up at her in embarrassment.
She chuckled, "Eren, you just ate me out, I don't think we have any need to be
embarrassed anymore." she assured. Eren gave a meek smile and nodded, removing
his last piece of clothing. He moved quickly so she couldn't stare, and he was
atop her again in seconds. "Eren!" she protested mirthfully, cursing him for
being so shy about it. However, his lips were on her neck before she could
register, and the following sensation of suckling made her forget rather
easily.
Eren pulled back from the soft skin at her neck and pressed his forehead to
hers, "There's no going back afterwards...so this is our last chance to change
our minds." he said, his turquoise eyes boring into hers as he waited for her
response.
Mikasa lost herself in the pools of his eyes and considered it, but in honesty,
that was all she did: consider. In her mind, there was no going back. Her legs
snaked over his back and tugged him forward, both of them arcing in pleasure
when the length of him made contact. She pulled him even closer, cringing
slightly as her lower lips began to part, but she looked up at him with a smile
and kissed him gently. "I'm ready."
Eren pressed his lips to hers and inhaled deeply as he worked his way inside
her, gasping into her mouth. Mikasa's breath hitched and she arced upwards yet
again, her teeth found his lip and bit down lightly. He grunted and shuddered,
one hand reaching down to hoist her leg higher than it had been. He sheathed
inside her soon enough, and both were glad of the pause to catch their breath.
"Y-you okay?" Eren huffed. Mikasa opened her tightly closed eyes and gazed up
at him. She could see in his eyes he was immensely enjoying whatever sensations
he felt at that moment. And the fact that he took the time to see to her
welfare was touching.
Despite the somewhat painful entry, she found she had adjusted fairly quickly,
"I'm fine." she murmured, shifting slightly to be more comfortable.
Eren moved and she gasped, both gritting their teeth at the sensation of
friction any slight movement caused. "Fuck..." he hissed, he honestly had not
expected anything like this, it was so satiny, warm, and tight! If anything, it
could only be described as a piece of heaven in his mind. He pressed his
forehead into her neck and panted as he pulled out as far as he dared. Mikasa
joined him in a low moan when he thrust back in, swiftly developing a gentle
rhythm.
"Ah...hah...hah...hah..." she panted, her fingers were unconsciously digging
into his back and her nails tugged at the skin.
Eren barely felt the pain of her scratching though, his entire being focused on
the unimaginable feelings he was experiencing right now. Every time Mikasa
moaned or gasped it sent a tingle of pleasure through his body. And his rapidly
approaching release was precipitated by the tight coil of pleasure pooling in
his abdomen.
Eren reached a hand down to where they joined and Mikasa let out a loud moan.
"Ahh! Eren..." she gasped, hands falling from his back to fist in the sheets,
fingers flexing with every thrust he gave. He never knew his name could sound
so intoxicating, perhaps it was the way she said it. But the sound of her
moaning his name nearly made him release early. And he didn't want to finish
before her, he really didn't, but when she said his name again he saw white and
lost all control.
Mikasa cried out in pleasure, feeling him hilt and release pushed her to the
brink of her own orgasm. It was a strange sensation, like a white-hot burning
had begun to spread from her core upwards. His fingers still shakily caressed
that bundle of nerves, and she came seconds after him. Eren's arms shook as he
supported himself above her, body shuddering in ecstasy as he came down from
his high. He blinked away the stars in his vision and observed the girl beneath
him, noticing how her chin was the first thing he could see. She had thrown her
head back as far as it could physically go, her arms gripping his neck for
support. Her body went limp and her back hit the mattress yet again shortly
after, eyes closed in contentment while she panted heavily.
Eren pressed his open mouth to her collarbone, suckling at the skin. "Eren!"
she gasped, the feeling was rather over-intensified and she couldn't really
handle it after her climax. Her fingers reached up and began tangling in his
hair.
"Augh!" he hissed, pulling away from her skin with a subtle pop, "Mikasa, the
hair..." he reminded, gently extricating her hand from his head.
Mikasa blinked and chuckled, "Sorry." she murmured, her hand moving from his
hair to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Eren gladly
moved his mouth rhythmically with hers, sighing into it.
He pulled away gently and rolled beside her, feeling his arms burn fiercely
after their rather intense union. "I don't think I'll have any trouble sleeping
tonight." he whispered, closing his eyes and listening to his heart rate slow.
Mikasa rolled onto her side, gingerly moving her thighs, as her womanhood was
most thoroughly sore. "Mmhmm." she hummed, laying her head atop his chest. She
could hear his heartbeat, and the sound brought a smile to her face. "Thank
you."
Eren opened his eyes and glanced down, "For what?"
"Don't be stupid." she smiled.
"Oh." he shared the smile and nudged her playfully, "Pfft!" he scoffed.
Mikasa threw a leg over his own and pulled herself closer, finding that she was
falling asleep. "I love you." she whispered as her subconscious took over.
"I love you too." Eren's voice echoed in her mind.
•
•
Mikasa blinked, her vision bleary from sleep and her mind blank for the first
few moments of her awakening. She shifted, but found she couldn't move very
far, as a warm, strong arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. She blushed as
she remembered the night before, looking over her shoulder to try and see Eren.
But his brown, wayward locks were all she could see from that angle. "Eren?"
she whispered, hand reaching down to grasp his arm and shake it.
The boy snorted, and she had to press her free hand to her mouth to keep from
guffawing, "E-Eren!" she giggled, squirming around in his hold until she was
facing him. "Eren?" she murmured again, peering closely at his face. He was
sleeping soundly, one hand tucked under his right cheek and his lips parted
just slightly. She smiled and caressed his opposite cheek, leaning in to kiss
his nose. At that he finally stirred, smacking his lips together as he came to.
"Hmm?" he hummed, not opening his eyes.
"Eren, wake up." Mikasa bopped her finger against his nose repeatedly, and he
blinked sleepily.
"Mikasa...no...mmm-wanna sleep." he mumbled, snuggling deeper under the covers.
Mikasa laughed and rolled him over onto his back, moving to straddle him and
lay on his chest. "I'm not letting you go back to sleep. You need to get out of
my room you know, if Levi catches you in here...well...let's not go into the
gruesome details. Hanji would be worse too." she smirked.
Eren groaned and threw his arm over his eyes, "I just want to stay here
forever..." he smiled when she smacked his shoulder.
"Eren." she scolded, sitting up and tugging on his arm, she hadn't expected him
to suddenly grasp her hands and flip her beneath him.
He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear, "Yes, Mikasa? I'm
awake now." he breathed into her ear and she shivered. His grip on her hands
loosened slightly as he began to press hot, open-mouth kisses to her jawline,
moving upwards.
"We...we need to go to breakfast." she breathed, feeling dizzy from his
attentions.
"Do we?" he murmured, nipping lightly at her lip and gazing into her eyes.
Mikasa shuddered once again beneath him, her hands pulled out of his own and
grasped his face, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Eren smiled into it and
ran his tongue along the roof of her mouth, relishing the moan that she
breathed into his own mouth. His hand slid down to her ass and grasped her
tightly, pulling her hips into his own.
Mikasa broke from the kiss to gasp and throw her head back, warmth pooling once
again between her thighs. "Still want to get up?" Eren asked, having moved his
lips to her collarbone and begun to suck on the skin there. His fingers went to
dip in her folds and she moaned, moving her hips to meet his movements.
"Ahh...f-fuck..." she huffed, and Eren felt a swell of pride in his chest.
Mikasa never cursed, so the fact that she couldn't help but swear at his
ministrations was rather flattering. He moved to recapture her lips and let out
a pleasured gasp of his own when she reached down to grasp the length of him.
"Mikasa..." he murmured against her lips, pulling his hand from her womanhood
and pressing his length against her folds. Mikasa moved to grip his shoulders
and her legs went to wrap around his hips yet again.
Eren began to enter her with a sharp intake of breath, but both froze at the
sound of a fist again the door. Three knocks, their blood ran cold, and both
had completely lost their libido. "Fuck!" Eren cursed and pulled away from her,
nearly falling off the bed in the process. Mikasa covered her chest with her
arms as she looked for suitable clothing to answer the door with.
Eren grabbed his clothes from the floor, walking around butt-naked (much to
Mikasa's enjoyment, not that one could blame her, Eren had a nice ass).
Afterwards he hid behind her bed and waited while she tied a bath robe around
her body. She gingerly opened the door and peered out, "Jean?"
Eren had to hold in a curse as he heard the name of their intruder, and he grit
his teeth when he heard him speak.
"Uh, hi! Captain Levi was wondering why you aren't at breakfast yet...since you
are usually early..." he stammered, a little flustered at seeing the beautiful
girl in a robe.
Mikasa nodded, "I slept in accidentally, and I decided to shower, so I'll be
there after." she spoke casually, as if she weren't just about to make love,
and Eren wondered how she could be so easily nonchalant.
Jean nodded and left, Mikasa closed the door, locked it, and sighed in relief.
"What about you? Aren't you supposed to be in the basement?" she asked, moving
to help the shaken boy get dressed.
Eren shrugged, "I'm usually a few minutes late, Levi won't question it." he
chuckled, buttoning his pants. Mikasa bit her lip and observed silently, God,
was he gorgeous like that! He wasn't wearing his shirt yet, and the hem of his
pants was so low on his hips she could see the hairline that led to...'Oh
fuck...' she was feeling feverish between her legs again. How was it possible
for him to be more attractive with clothing rather than without?
Eren looked up at her when she began to walk closer, her hands grasping his own
as she pushed him backwards. "Mikasa? I thought we were leaving?" he chuckled,
although he didn't mind anything about this, in fact, he was rather hoping it
would happen. The girl pushed him on his back and placed her arms on either
side of his face, leaning in to kiss his jaw.
"Do you know how enticing you look?" she murmured, moving to finally return a
love mark to him, as he had already given her three. Eren let out a moan as she
suckled on the base of his neck. His fingers went back to her core and she
gasped against his skin as he began to work her again. She pulled back from the
bruised circle she left on his neck and pressed her lips to it, panting as she
came closer to her climax.
Eren flipped her again and pulled her robe up, bundling it at her hips while he
descended to her folds and suckled at her thigh. "Ahh!" Mikasa threw her head
back and moaned loudly, her hand moving to fist in his hair, but remembering it
was usually painful and fisting in the sheets instead. He pressed a finger
inside her and she came undone, bucking into his touch and letting out a
pleasured cry as her folds convulsed.
Eren smiled against the soft - and now freshly bruised - skin of her thigh
before he came back up for a kiss. "You really needed that didn't you?" he
smirked.
Mikasa nodded and pulled him in for another kiss, practically devouring him in
the process. Eren pulled away and smiled again, "At least we got to do
something." he whispered, nipping at her lip.
Mikasa panted and chuckled, sitting up with a sigh. "Now we really have to
go..." she said sadly. How she wanted to just stay in this room forever and
forget about her troubles in Eren's arms. Unfortunately, they still had duties,
and she stood to prepare for them. "You better head to the hall before they go
looking for you." she helped Eren pull his shirt on before she pushed him out
the door, (but not without one last make-out session) she shut the door behind
her with a happy grin and went to get dressed.
•
•
"Gee, Mikasa, you look sore." Sasha mumbled as the black-haired girl sat down
beside Eren.
Mikasa blinked, "Huh?"
Eren sputtered into his cup and covered his mouth, both to cough into and smile
at the thought of what Sasha had said.
"What do you mean, Sasha?" Mikasa asked curiously.
"Did you do the splits without warming up again or something? You sure were
walkin' funny." Sasha clarified nonchalantly.
Eren was having trouble not laughing, and Armin observed the conversation
carefully. Mikasa turned red, eyes widening in realization, "Err, uh, yeah, I
didn't warm up..." she bit her lip and looked at Eren out of the corner of her
eye, scowling at how amusing he found the situation. He only smirked, his eyes
sparkling with pride, 'You would take pride in making me sore wouldn't you?'
she huffed in her head.
Sasha shrugged and continued eating, shortly becoming caught up in a stealthy
food fight with Connie.
Armin scooted closer to Eren, peering curiously at the now nervous boy.
Nervous, as he realized the blonde was observing him closely. The boy didn't
fail to notice that Eren had a bright, red bruise on the base of his neck, and
it only confirmed his suspicions. "What is it, Armin?" Eren asked, shifting
under his scrutinizing gaze.
"So, I take it you werehelping Mikasa...ahem...stretch?" Armin asked with a
mischievous grin. "I trust your issues are resolved then."
Both Eren and Mikasa's eyes narrowed dangerously at the blonde, who sputtered
and burst into laughter. "About damn time!" he guffawed, "'Bout damn time!" he
smacked Eren on the back and gave him the thumbs up. The unfortunate couple
were now the victims of curious stares, and both wanted to shrink away and hide
in their seats.
Armin sighed mirthfully and continued eating his food, a smirk on his face. Now
he just had to collect Reiner's debt, he had bet within the week, whilst Reiner
had bet that they had at least a month. Needless to say, Armin was very happy
for his friends, and the extra rations.
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