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jjkeremika · 5 months

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Moonlight

description: Mikasa sneaks out to see the boyfriend (eren) her parents don't approve of

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot/snk)

(warnings ?: "smoking weed", groping, spanking, oral(mikasa receiving), fingering, penetration, mention of daddy, virgin!Mikasa)

It was at the dinner table at the end of the meal when she finally worked up the courage to ask. "Hey mum, dad," she started quietly, crossing her ankles. Last night they almost didn't let her go. "Is it okay if I stay at a friend's house tonight?"

Her dad sighed, and Mikasa deflated slightly. She knew what the sigh entailed. They were about to look at each other.

Her parents looked at each other knowingly, both of them recognizing that the moment they'd discussed last night was already happening.

"Mikasa," her father's loud voice commanded Mikasa's attention from her mother's lack of eye contact, "we know that you aren't really going to Sasha's house."

The weight dropped in her stomach -- oh no. She started playing with the ring on her finger, the unsettling and uncomfortable tingle of being caught spreading down her spinal cord. She silently prayed the heat rushing to her face wasn't visible.

Mikasa's eyes shifted between her two parents, who sat stoically, her father's stern expression digging holes into her skin, her mother's unreadable.

Mikasa inhaled deeply, hoping that she hasn't been silent for suspiciously long. "That's because I'm going to Historia's," she responded slowly, trying not to shrink in front of her father.

"Oh," was all her mother added, sinking into the wooden chair slightly.

"Isn't she the one who introduced you to that boy?" her dad asked. Mikasa swallowed, she didn't think they remembered that tiny detail. "Are you sure he won't be there? Are you sure you're not just leaving to see him?"

She didn't answer in time.

"No. You're not leaving tonight," he commanded. "That's final." He stood and left the table, exiting the room without so much as glancing at Mikasa, who sat in her chair, sad and irritated.

She rolled her eyes as she watched her mother chase after her husband, leaving her to clean up the table.

Eren had called her around ten, asking why she cancelled and if he could see her anyway, park down the street and sneak in through her window. She laughed, a sound which made him smile even through his car speakers. "My dad would kill you."

"Not if I kill him first," he responded, and she could practically hear the foolish smile on his face. She rolled her eyes but it sparked a laugh anyway.

"Oh my," she breathed out after laughing, "I'd be sad without my dad though. What then?"

"I can be your daddy," Eren replied, his tone more serious than earlier. "We both know you already want me to be."

To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement. She wanted to force a laugh, play along with the joke, but the warmth brewing between her legs and the curling of her toes held her back.

The thought made her blush in a way she didn't expect. More unholy thoughts flooded into her mind, visualizing the muscular, brown-haired man kissing beyond her lips and neck, caressing spots on her body that have never been touched.

Eren hummed to himself at her silence. He was just messing with her, because the way she flustered afterwards was so adorable he couldn't help it. But usually she was stammering, yelling something along the lines of, "Eren! You can't say stuff like that!" with red cheeks and avoiding all contact.

So her silence was... notable.

He was waiting for her to say something, she knew that. But the one phrase unlocked the gates and now her imagination ran wild, reels of Eren kissing and touching places she's never noticed playing nonstop, tingling sensations of how she thought his touch would feel appearing on her skin.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" Eren asked again.

Mikasa wanted to thank him for changing the subject, but his question didn't tame any of the wild thoughts trampling her brain.

"You can't come over," she answered, her throat the driest its ever been. "Like I said," she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "my dad will kill you." I can be your daddy.

Eren felt his trousers tighten as the same thoughts entered his head. He recognized her uneven breathing, the slight tense tone change. He couldn't not recognize it, he'd heard it pressed right to his ear before, when she finally let him kiss her neck. "Right."

The silence only made the blood pumping to their pelvises more noticeable.

After a few moments of the quiet seeping into their bones, they exchanged goodnights and sleep tights and ended the call.

Around two hours later, still awake as her wild thoughts led her down a horny internet rabbit hole, she received a string of texts from Eren, telling her to look outside.

There he was, waving happily at her. She put on her pajama pants and shoes and opened the window, climbing out and leaving a wooden stick to prop it barely open.

Eren led the way to his car with their hands entwined, trying to get away before anyone noticed. He held her hand as they drove to a nearby beach, Mikasa softly singing along to the music.

He took her to a beach, the two of them finding a spot near the car. Eren sat down first and pulled Mikasa onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her to hold her in place.

Eren leaned back lightly and fussed with his pockets to pull out a lighter and roll pack. Mikasa played music quietly on her phone, humming along even more softly, and watched the bundled white smoke escape into the open air, shining in the light of the clear moonlight.

He watched the waterline and sky, being careful to avoid blowing smoke near her face, as she admired the moonlight kissing his skin, highlighting his features in a breathtaking way. She felt her breathing stop when he looked over at her and smiled, her heart skipping beats.

Mikasa held her hand up, non-verbally asking for him to pass the roll. He held it to his lips, inhaled deeply, then put it out. Almost immediately after his hand was on her cheek and angled her face so that his lips were on hers, letting the smoke drift into and out the sides of their mouths and he pried her lips apart with his tongue.

She was so distracted and surprised with his kiss she forgot to inhale. Probably the point. He never let her smoke.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him in place, feeling dizzy from the smoke that made it through or the sudden kiss or a combination of both.

She rearranged herself in his lap without breaking apart, keeping her hands on his cheeks to prevent him from pulling away, not like he was planning on it anyway. She leaned into him until he was leaning back onto his elbows, Eren letting her take control of the kiss and resisting the urge to grind his hips under her.

Mikasa rotated her hips and Eren moaned, the action taking him by surprise. He used his core strength to lift slightly and moved his hands to her neck and back, restraining from reaching for her ass or grabbing her hips too tight.

As they kissed to music of the waves, the sound of their lips colliding together matching the sound of the water crashing into the shore, Eren's hands slowly slid down her back to her butt, yielding to the tempting feeling in his lower abdomen and firmly grabbing the round cheeks with a hard grip.

"Eren!" Mikasa yelped, giggling, and he smirked when she didn't push his hands away. Eren smacked one cheek before taking hold of both cheeks and dragging her closer, moaning at the friction against his growing erection. "E-Eren," she moaned out, tilting her head back as he groped at her cheeks and kissed at her neck.

"Yes, baby?" he whispered huskily, causing the skin underneath his lips to tingle at the vibration. Her open mouth twitched into a smile at the new, pleasant feeling racing to her pelvis. "What can I..." His lips on her skin felt ghostly, the extremely soft tingle so very enticing. "...do to you?"

Eren's hands dipped into her pajama pants while she processed his question, while she struggled to process the sudden blood rush and warm feeling that rapidly ensued. "Oh, I meant for you," he corrected, smirking, softly biting her shoulder to keep her from pulling away.

The feeling of contradictory fabrics rubbing against the palms and backs of his hands turned him on, and it made finding the exposed soft skin of her butt and thighs so much more titillating.

"Hmpf, I, I, ahhh." Moaning felt like all she could do as he pawed at her bum and kissed along her collarbones, feeling the blood pumping to and the liquid leaking out of her pelvis. His hands felt so strong and rugged and his grip was so firm and warm.

"Well?" His voice dropped octaves as it laced with sultry sex, with an unprecedented grumbling neediness she's never heard from him before. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, grabbing her ass and using his arm strength to grind her onto his lap, manually rotating her hips. She was too breathless to form words and her mind was lagging but she shook her head fervently and grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her chest, just above her cleavage, he could feel it.

He brazenly bit the shirt fabric between her breasts, his teeth just grazing against the thin skin under the shirt, realizing just now that she wasn't wearing a bra. She arched her back, puffing her chest out for him, and he felt her breasts brush against his cheeks.

One hand slipped out from her pants into the sand, supporting his weight as he sharply pushed his crotch up into hers, smirking and admiring her euphoric smile as she gasped.

She never answered his question. "Do you want to keep going, angel?" He could already feel the pre-cum leaking into his briefs.

This feeling of his hard erection against her inexperienced clit was new and enticing and favorable and a high she desperately needed to chase. "Yes," she immediately breathed out, starting to grind down on him with more haste, more need, "yes, yes, yes."

Eren's hand held onto her neck and he pulled her in for a long kiss. "Let's go back to the car," he mumbled against her lips, to which she rapidly nodded in agreement.

He gripped her thighs and suddenly lifted her over his shoulder, then stood up to walk to the car. She blushed deep red as her face and hands were close to his ass and her ass was so close to his face and the arm that wrapped around her waist to hold on her felt so tight and secure and it all made her so warm.

Her cheeks invented the deepest shade of red when she remembered the wet spot on her panties that she just knew he could smell. Little did she know it was making his mouth water, making him harder.

He finally put her down in front of the open back passenger door, onto the seats already put down, gesturing with his hand to enter first. He lightly smacked her ass repeatedly as she climbed inside, each one making her smile widen and evoking a giggle.

Eren scrambled in after her, quickly shutting the door and locking the car. Mikasa's phone continued to play music as Eren's hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off effortlessly.

The sight always took her breath away, and she was so distracted drooling over the sculpted abs and deep collarbones and defined pecs and hard nipples that she didn't even register that he'd slipped his jeans off.

She gulped when her eyes trailed down his abdomen, following the deep lines pointing to the prominent tented fabric, blushing and rapidly lifting her eyes back to his chest.

His airy chuckle was soothing, massaging out the breath she was holding. "It's okay," he said as he moved closer, still smiling, sitting next to her and holding her neck, "you can look." He kissed her quickly, then rested his forehead against hers. "I like when you look at me."

There was a slight pause, a settling hesitancy. "I like looking at you," she whispered softly, chasing his lips and kissing him again, following the adrenaline coupled with desire. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath. "And I like when you look at me."

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her entire face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "Oh, I love looking at you." It was dark, extra dark with the cover of his car, but the moonlight shining through the windows lit up her features, a shining halo outlining her whole body. "Almost as much as I love yo--"

He cut himself off, tightly shutting his eyes and scrunching his face like he'd revealed a secret he shouldn't have, like he'd spoiled a plan, ruined something special. Mikasa's eyes widened slightly, feeling her heart swell and the words I love you too lodging in her throat. blocking off the airflow.

"I didn't say that," he added quickly, nervously, fearfully, "unless... unless you..." Eren eyed her carefully, struggling to read her expression in the shadowed light.

Actions speak louder than words, and the words were lost on her anyway. Immediately Mikasa was removing her shirt, bending awkwardly to pull it over her head. She stared at him afterwards, giggling at his dropped jaw and dilated irises that were fixed on her perky nipples.

She was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she felt with him, with their clothes on the seats, with his eyes fixed on her body. She didn't feel scrutinized; she felt admired. "Do you want to take my pants off?" she asked, surprising Eren with this sudden erotic confidence.

His eyes flicked up to hers and his dick twitched. "Oh, baby, there's a lot I want to do to you." He reached his hand out and cupped her breast, rubbing his tough palm against her hard nipple, his fingers squeezing the flesh. Their lips met in the middle, engaging in frequent short kisses, Eren leaning over her until her back was flat to the seat. "I'd be honored to take your pants off."

His lips worked down to her nipple and his tongue played with the pointy nub as his hands slid down her naked sides until they connected with the soft fabric. He pressed his head into her chest and lightly bit the skin, swiftly removing the pajamas simultaneously.

He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his girlfriend beneath him, almost fully naked and squirming under his touch. She squeaked when he pinched her nipple. He smiled at the noise, wondering what else she sounded like.

One hand returned to her breast and the other tightly gripped her butt, Eren moaning when he felt the damp--no, wet fabric between her legs. He kissed hastily towards the spot as soon as he found it, the smell making him salivate and more eager with each sloppy kiss.

He looked up at her once his nose reached the panty line. "Can I please eat you out?" he sounded breathless, starving, like just the thought of licking her out was stimulating his anticipatory feedback loop.

"I don't know what that means." The deep blush on her cheeks was permanent now, with the mental image of Eren's face just above the warmest spot of all now taking residence in her brain. A dangerous image.

"Then can I show you?" He was subconsciously inching his mouth closer and closer, taking the edge between his teeth, praying to his goddess that she says yes.

She nodded, willing but nervous. "Please keep my bottoms on..." she added quietly, starting to feel exposed. The nerves from the unknown were starting to crawl out from under her skin, and the excitement and adrenaline were causing her heart to beat faster than it ever had before.

"Okay," he whispered against her gut, his hot breath tickling the skin just below her belly button. He looked up at her with calm green eyes, a soothing meadow of vibrant grass asking for her to fall into, to relax, and pressed a light kiss to her abdomen. "Okay."

Mikasa craned her neck awkwardly to watch as Eren returned his attention to her skin and lowered further down, until his cheeks were touching the insides of her thighs. Her stomach fluttered as she saw him deeply inhale and lick his lips, and she gasped in embarrassment and covered her eyes with her hand when Eren glanced up at her quickly before pressing his open mouth just above the wet spot, over her clothed clit.

She could feel his smirk as he sucked on the fabric, as he tried to introduce her to the sensation of his head between her legs. She could feel his lips and his tongue through the thin lace, and, when he moved the fabric to the side and his tongue touched her so wet and so sensitive skin, the tingling warmth suddenly spontaneously scattered through her blood to the rest of her body.

"Ahh!" she cried out at the foreign feeling, at the texture of his wet and cool tongue on her hot, untouched skin, adjusting to the heat and waves of pleasure after each swipe of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves.

"E-Eren!" The sound of her repeatedly rambling out his name traveled straight to his cock, and he just had to move a hand from her thigh to his erection, barely satisfying himself physically as he greatly satiated his thirst for her. "Oh, Ere-ahh!" He didn't even really need the physical touch; he could definitely cum if she let him eat her out for long enough.

Her thighs were starting to squeeze against his head and he moaned at the pressure, at the idea of her pushing his mouth further onto her, pushing him to pleasure her more. But the feeling was starting to become tortuously pleasant, almost unbearable, and as her toes curled and as her fingernails dug into his shoulders and as the blood roaring in her ears blocked out every other sound, she orgasm-ed.

"So wet, holy fuck," Eren incoherently mumbled as more fluid flooded out of her pussy, forcibly holding her thighs closer to his tongue to prevent her from pulling away, to force her to feel him sucking and licking--all of it, overstimulation and all.

"Eren, st-ahh! E-Eren, please, stop," she whined breathlessly, the sensation too overwhelming but his grip on her was so tight.

Eren released his hold on her thighs and lifted slightly, crawling over her until his face was in front of hers, only a nose's width apart. He wanted to kiss her, to prove to her how sweet she tasted, how badly he wanted her sugar high.

"You alright?" he asked, chuckling slightly despite still catching his breath.

Mikasa's chest was working overtime, her lungs overcompensating to acquire all the oxygen she moaned out and her heart still pumping to all the right places.

She nodded as soon as she could process his question. "That... felt... so... good," she responded breathlessly, having to take a breath in between each word, a blissful smile across her face.

"I'd love to make you feel even better." His eyes were darker, like the sun had set on the grasslands, leaving various shades of a darkening sunset to admire. Eren's lips pressed to her neck, kissing softly up to her jawline. "If you'll let me," he whispered just below her ear, the sensation trickling down the nerves and shivering up her spine.

Both of them made eye contact and she nodded, leading to Eren practically lunging onto her, their lips colliding a little more haphazardly than before, more greedy, like he was taking what was already his to claim.

He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting at the thin skin as his hand trailed up her thigh, back to that growing wet spot he loved. Mikasa released a shaky gasp as he pressed against it, pressed his fabric-coated finger into the wet hole.

He touched along her clit and ran his hands along the glistening muscles, and she moaned breathlessly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar touch.

"Oooh--Aaah!" Mikasa suddenly cried out when his finger slipped by the fabric and right into her, sliding in so very easily, evoking a surprising moan from her boyfriend as he considered how easily she'd take his cock.

She glanced down at him, eyes wide at the foreign feeling of an object inside her as he inserted a second, and Eren matched her intense stare, crooked his fingers, and started folding them and poking at the velvety tissue.

She couldn't describe it, but she liked this feeling more; the feeling of something filling an empty void--of him connecting with her in a new physical plane. The noises slipped effortlessly from her parted lips and the sweat slid down her body as he bit at her hips and thrusted his fingers in and out of her, alternating the angles and playing with the pace. More for himself.

"Please, daddy, I want you so bad," she demanded hastily, her voice thick with a lustful desire he's never heard before.

Eren froze at the phrase, the only sound being his rapid heart beat, contrasting against the fact that he could've sworn it had stopped. Each pulse rocketed to his cock, throbbing like it was pleading for him to listen to her, to do as she said.

"I knew you liked that," he muttered to himself, not even trying to hide the massive smirk as he lifted himself up slightly. "Are you sure, baby? Really sure?"

He started pulling off his boxers as she fervently nodded, and her eyes curiously dropped immediately to his painfully hard erection, pink and leaky like it was angry for going untouched, causing her face to erupt into various shades of pink.

"Yes," she was breathless, each gasp for air enunciated, "I want this. I want you." She reached her hand to the crook of his neck and pulled him closer, brought her lips to his. "Daddy, I need you."

He was kissing her within a heart's beat, arranging himself over her and moving her thighs around his hips, setting up his cock for what his fingers deemed the best entry angle.

"You have to tell me if it hurts," he mumbled against her lips, drops of worry reflecting the moonlight in his irises. She shivered as she felt what she presumed to be the tip against the muscles, barely touching--hesitating.

Eren didn't wait for a verbal response, only a simple kiss and head nod from her was enough to initiate the process, to start rocking his hips forward and entering her warm, wet, and welcoming cunt.

The pressure was different, and she had to bite his shoulder to take her mind off the stretching muscle--definitely bigger than his fingers. She felt him push endlessly deeper, wondering if maybe he wouldn't fit all the way, if maybe that was her price to pay for inexperience.

She could feel his cock pressing against her walls, could see her lower abdomen expand slightly as he pushed the last bit inside, gasping when his hips connected with hers.

He needed a minute too. To adjust. To reconcile with the countless emotions running through his head. To prioritize one thought and one thought only: pleasing her.

“Think you can take it, angel?” Eren asked lowly, barely taking her earlobe between his teeth before biting down on her shoulder, retaliating for the bite-mark he now proudly wore on his. "Still okay?"

Mikasa breathed out the word "Yes," fully incapable of forming coherent sentences with solid, substantial breaths, and he slowly pulled his hips away. Halfway out before slowly pushing back in.

The drag of his cock carried her body with it, probably developing a car carpet-rash on her back from being pushed up and down with each thrust. She kept her thighs tightly wound around his waist, ground back to keep the contact, to keep the pressure and the fullness inside.

She was rapidly calling out his name, tears forming in the corner of her eyes at the growing ache but the feeling was also fully overshadowed by the pleasurable waves washing through her, like each thrust was calculated to be that way. He soothed her with phrases like, "You're doing so well, baby, taking me so well," and "Such, such a perfect girl for me."

Eren absentmindedly picked up the pace, chasing his own euphoria, while Mikasa continued to wriggle underneath him, continued to rotate her hips and grind down onto his cock when it was already snug inside.

Her thighs were tightening the way they did before, and Eren could feel the sharp pain from her fingernails digging into his back, and he knew she was about to cum again, to scream out his name louder this time. She was whining out, like she was desperately trying to fight the urge, to keep the bliss coming. "Come on, baby, so close--so, so fucking close. Take my cock like Daddy needs you to, baby, the way you're meant to. Fuck, you were so made for me, so perfect for me."

"Eren! Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren!" She couldn't control it anymore and her body shivered with explosive euphoria, heightened by Eren's cock still fucking in and out of her and having just orgasm'ed for the first time earlier.

Eren pulled his cock out of her as soon as her body stopped trembling and he let himself go, cumming more than he thought he ever has. And when his eyes glazed over the beautiful, fucked-out girl beneath him with pink cheeks and a sore pussy, he felt his heart swell three times its size.

He kissed her, feeling his own eyes well up this time, but fighting the urge out of fear of worrying Mikasa, of making her think she did something wrong when she did everything so very right.

They layed on the lowered seats for another hour, just cuddling and talking about nothing of importance, before Mikasa checked the time and realized it was almost 5am, her parents were going to wake up soon, and she wasn't at home in bed, where she was expected to be.

They both rushed to put their clothes on--Eren asking if he could keep the soaked panties and Mikasa giggling, calling him gross, but still agreeing with that newly familiar tingle between her legs--and scrambled to the front seats. It was 5:30 by the time he was driving down her street.

"You can park in front of my house," she told him confidently, admiring his side profile and eying the slightly visible teeth marks poking from neckline of his shirt, making her blush as she felt the blood rushing to her unregrettably sore pelvis. "They shouldn't be awake yet."

He pulled into the driveway, parked, and turned to kiss his girlfriend goodbye. The long kiss was interrupted by a soft knocking on the window, and a fearful Mikasa pulled away to make eye contact with her mother, an unreadable expression on her face.

Eren waved goodbye to her mother, not wanting to speak for fear of Mikasa's father also being awake and not risking his presence.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell," her mother said softly, before Mikasa could even say anything. "I am going to get you on birth control, though. You think I wasn't doing the same thing at your age?"

#all i could think of when i listened to moonlight by kali uchis #eren jaeger #eremika #eren x mikasa #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao #eren yeager #eremika smut #eren jaeger smut #mikasa ackerman smut #aot eremika #snk eremika #when i wrote think you can take it angel it corrected to think you can take it bagel and that’s hilarious LOL #eren x mikasa fanfic #also a little bit of daddy issues (neighbourhood) thrown in there lol #eremika thought cabin

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I don’t not claim this work as my own, all credit goes to the artist 🫶🏽

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lanitaminaj · 3 months

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all mine, pt. 2 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

a long overdue part two to my all mine fic.

cw: toxic eren, detailed smut, cussing

mikasa knew she was in trouble.

her right leg bounced as she glanced out of the mercedes benz’s passenger side window, occasionally taking quick peeks at the man speeding dangerously down paradis avenue.

his jaw was clenched, and although there was barely any light due to the twilight-black colored sky, the streetlights they drove past allowed mikasa an occasional glimpse of how his veins materialized because of his tight grip on his steering wheel.

“i swear to god, mikasa. it’s like you live to piss me the fuck off.”

mikasa, of course, had gone to reiner braun’s party against eren’s wishes.

“it’s just a party,” mikasa found herself uttering, her eyes not daring to leave the passenger side’s window despite her bold words. from the internal reflection, she could see eren’s eyes narrow at her for a brief moment as the vehicle suddenly accelerated to a higher speed. “plus, i’m an adult, eren. you’re treating me like i’m a child.”

“mikasa i don’t give a fuck that you’re an adult, it’s not even fucking about that.” eren’s enraged, cerulean eyes remained on the road. despite the fact that he was cussing mikasa out, or the fact that he was going twenty-miles over the speed limit, the young man was not about to let them crash. “and even if i’m treating you like a child, so fucking what. you don’t know the guys around here, especially not assholes like reiner braun.”

“i had a good time,” mikasa provoked, finding the courage to study his face as he drove them into their neighborhood. the irritation eren felt failed to slacken. if anything, mikasa’s words only inclined eren down a further path of indignation. she watched as he bit the inside of his right cheek, his head shaking slightly as he laughed once to himself.

“oh, yeah?” eren questioned, his voice airy towards the end in mocked curiosity. “and what was the good time in question? drinking beer? smoking pot? or was it fun talking to those jackasses braun always brings around?”

“i had one beer,” mikasa grumbled.

eren nearly stopped the car right there.

“the fuck did you say?” a scowl grew on eren’s maddening face, his cheeks flushed from fury as the median of his full, dark eyebrows dipped downwards in exasperation. “you had what?”

“i’m eighteen,” mikasa replied, her response somewhat rushed as eren’s voice plunged in tone. “i’m allowed to drink what i want.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” eren’s deepened voice declared.

“eren,” the young woman found herself beginning to plead slightly. “eren, please it wasn’t that serious.”

“wasn’t that serious,” the young man repeated to himself, the tresses of his inky-black hair spiraling across his face and around his neck in his disbelieved state. “eighteen-year-old mikasa goes to a party where she not only talks to men older than her, but she also drinks a fucking beer with them, too.”

little teardrops began to race down mikasa’s rosy-cheeks, the pink-hue the result of the blush she applied hours earlier, and her genuine, overwhelmed state. “eren, please.”

“just wait ‘til we get home,” eren simply asserted, their home only one block away. mikasa felt herself silently cry, her shapely body gently trembling as she let herself weep because of the man beside her. the man in question refused to acknowledge her, the only final words that emerged from his filled lips were concise and straightforward:

“just wait until we get fucking home.”

he washes her face, careful and delicate as if she was a porcelain doll.

her hair had been released from its bun, her curt, raven-black hair flowed freely from her exhausted scalp. her teeth had been brushed for her, the affair carried out shortly after eren insisted she’d take two advil pills and a half cup of ginger ale for the beer-induced sickness she might begin to feel. even her outfit had been replaced, the pink, lacy-fabric summer dress she opted for was succeeded by one of eren’s plentiful, lengthy, smoke-grey t-shirts. conflicted as she felt about him currently, she was very appreciative of the change of clothes. it was comfortable, ending just short of her knees, and comforting, the familiar scents of sandalwood and tobacco pleasantly filled mikasa’s nostrils.

“you know i love you, right, miks?”

his fingers wrapped around a sky-blue face towel, the fabric slightly damp with tap water and a lavender-scented toner. he rubs mikasa’s cheeks clean of any makeup residue, her face back to her sun-tanned, ivory color.

“yes,” mikasa whispered, her words meant to appease the young man.

eren cooed at her, a soft, adoring sound of an aww drifted tenderly out of his lips. his fingers dropped the towelette into the sink just before they tucked a strand of mikasa’s moistened, crepuscular-hair behind her ear. “oh, miks. i didn’t meant to get that upset with you. i just get worried, baby.”

“i know,” the young woman replied, her face blushing a soft-red color as if she were a blossoming rose. eren’s fingers extended out, his palm now resting on mikasa’s left cheek. obediently, the acquiescent girl found herself leaning into his touch.

“but still-“ mikasa lightly attempted to counter, but was quickly shot down with a shh, shh.

“no, miks,” eren uttered, his thumb softly caressing the smoothness of mikasa’s freshly, clean face. her tender, wide eyes peered up to meet the pair of darkening, hollowed eyes. “let’s not talk about it anymore,” the boy finished, the flatness of his words ceasing any attempts of mikasa’s counterclaims.

mikasa obediently nodded, the action the direct result of eren’s widening smile.

“let’s watch a movie,” he dictated, the straightforwardness and flat-tone of his words made it clear to mikasa that he wasn’t asking of her, but commanding.

the girl nodded again, her svelte, dangling legs jumping off the sink as she submissively followed eren’s lanky steps towards the living room.

mikasa could feel the rise of eren’s chest against her tense, taut back.

eren’s steady, relaxed breathing soothed mikasa only slightly, the young woman finding it difficult to be assuaged so close to eren yeager.

his hands rested on her plump, tawny-tanned thighs, his right hand occasionally massaging her in an attempt to soothe the young woman.

“i love you,” eren breathed, his sharp-edged jaw resting on mikasa’s still shoulder.

mikasa remained soundless, her words lost as her mind couldn’t keep up with present time.

“really?” the young woman found her words.

“really.”

eren’s right hand glazed upwards on mikasa’s thigh, his warmth causing a permanent, cherry-red hue to gloss on the young woman's cheeks.

"eren," mikasa whispered through her breathless voice. "what are you doing?"

"shh," the young man shushed, his long, virile fingers stroked the lacy design of mikasa's black boy-shorts. "let me make you feel good."

his fingers rubbed gently as he touched her; the pressure he added increased the closer he stroked to the center of her core.

"miks," eren prompted, his honey-tan lips glazing over the blushing girl's goosebump-pricked left ear. "did anyone touch you like this at the party?"

"no," mikasa answered almost immediately, a hint of a moan escaping her azelea-pink, gnawed-on lips. eren's touch extended to lightly brushing against her clit, the sensation erotic yet badgering as he only touched her above her panties.

"no?" eren echoed, his left, veiny hand reaching up to cup mikasa's left tit above his own, oversized grey tee that she'd been adorned in. "not even like this?"

he pressed fully against her clit, his fingers stroking so firmly to where it gave mikasa no choice but to let a full-moan erupt from her lips.

"eren," she pleaded, her lips ruined by indentations from her eggshell-white teeth. "touch me."

"but i am."

mikasa could feel a light smile grazing the tip of her ears; somehow the coy action made her blush illuminate further.

"you know what i mean," mikasa whined, her hips unconsciously grinding against his fingers.

suddenly, as if it been a record scratch, eren's right hand swiftly gripped mikasa's reddening, inner thigh, his right hand on her clothed tit was held lightly on her throat. her neck was forced to swivel, the young woman's widened, grey eyes met with the young man's piercing, blue pair.

"say it," he commanded, causing a whimper to escape mikasa's lips.

"fuck me," she breathed. "fuck me, eren."

mikasa almost yelped at how rough and vicious eren pulled her panties down, the man giving her no warning as he rubbed his fingers down her throbbing and soaked cunt.

"so wet for me, mika," eren muttered. "you got wet like this for any boy at the party?"

"no," mikasa purred. "i told you i didn't do anything with any boy."

"good," eren responded, his fingers hitching down the edges of his underwear and pants all at once. he slipped his cock in mikasa as a groan escaped his lips, the act causing mikasa to moan. "let's keep it that way," eren finished.

as he fucked into her, soft chantings of "eren, eren, eren," left mikasa's plump o-shaped lips.

"yeah, baby," eren responded in the midst of making his own groans. "you love how i fuck you, hm? you love daddy's cock?"

"yes, daddy," mikasa breathed, her hand desperately thrashing against the bedsheets to find eren's own. he interlocked his icy fingers with her warm ones, their hands held together as they felt pleasure in each others' bodies.

it wasn't until when eren found that one spot deep in mikasa that the woman began to unravel.

"eren," mikasa whimpered. "i think i'm gonna-"

"-yeah, baby," eren interjected, his pace in her increasing as he was desperate to make his girl finish. "cum on my cock, baby. make a mess on it like you always do."

"cumming," she whispered, before her words gradually increased in pitch. "cumming, i'm cumming."

she could feel her stomach tighten up, her eyelids squeezing shut as she heard a loud array of moans leaving her lips. her tits hardened, a rose-red blush beaming vividly on her silky cheeks. eren himself pulled out of her as he reached his climax, a "fuck" leaving his mouth as he came on mikasa's cream-white belly.

he plopped right next to her on the bed, both parties breathing heavily through their mouths as they began to descent from the high. it was eren who opened his eyes first, a slight smile growing on his lips as he took in mikasa's peaceful, angelic form.

"you all sleepy, baby?" eren teased, his fingers pushing mikasa's raven-black tresses behind her ear as he watched the blush on her face increase. his smile grew.

"eren," she whispered, her eyelids opening to meet his cerulean-blue irises. "so tired."

"yeah?" he whispered back. "so tired, baby? all fucked out, huh?"

"mhm," the woman nodded, her eyelids fluttering shut as she drifted in and out of sleep.

"you're gonna stay home with me, huh, miks?"

"mhm," mikasa nodded again, her right cheek pressing into eren's warm palm as it caressed her to bed. "gonna stay with you, 'ren."

"good girl."

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mwaeli · 2 years

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“almost”

@taru_tabbles

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lalalesya · 1 year

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Mikasa:

Eren...Listen...I need to tell you something

You've always been at my side

Thank you

You showed me...how to live with purpose

Thank you

And you...

You wrapped this scarf around me

Thank you

Eren:

I'll wrap that around you...as many times as you want.

Now and forever...as much as you want!

#aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aestehtic #snk mikasa #mikasa icons #mikasa attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #aot eremika #eremika #eren jäger #anime #quotes #quotes from anime #beautiful #anime icons #attack on titan icons #eren icons

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levmada · 5 months

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“What is it? Wouldn’t you be warmer next to the fireplace than with me?”

“I’m not cold. It’s okay.”

an excerpt from “A Lounge with the Constant Sound of Rain - Eren & Mikasa”

other part | another part

#eremika #aot eremika #eren x mikasa #aot cd drama #attack on titan #aot.pic

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apritellolives · 2 years

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Another Eremika stare down

#eremika #shingeki no kyojin eremika #eren and mikasa aot #aot eremika

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kyojuuros · 6 months

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You have a long life ahead of you, so forget about me. Be free.

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moncherilim · 5 months

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I need all of them ❤️😮‍💨

#mikasa ackerman #eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #eren yeager #aot #attack on titan #moon #armin arlert

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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months

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from being the boy who wanted nothing more than to be the Military police and live a quiet life to becoming the man that would die proud as a member of the scout regiment, he grew up (and so did we)

#aot #attack on titan #attack on titan final seaso #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #eremika #armin arlert #levi ackerman #snk #snk spoilers #jean

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jjkeremika · 3 months

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My Tutor (pt2)

description: mikasa helps eren with his homework and he thinks they should strip for each question he gets right.

my tutor (pt1): mikasa tutors eren in math. eren asks to feel her boob if he gets a 100 on his final

NSFW

“Thanks for coming over, Mikasa. I could really use you,” Eren said as she walked through his front door.

She blushed at the phrasing. She knew he meant he needed her for his homework, but the thought of him dominating her was more appealing.

She shook her head to dismiss the thought. It lingered at the back of her mind.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no problem.” She glanced around the familiar apartment, the last time she was here being when he showed her the final.

Eren led the way to his bedroom and went straight to his desk. Mikasa followed close behind, his pleasant cologne licking at her nose.

She remembered the last time she sat here, helping him study for his math final. Here she was again, helping him with his new math class’s homework. She briefly wondered if he’ll ask for some reward again. She wondered if she should offer one this time.

Eren stared at her expectantly, like now that they were at the desk, she was supposed to lead.

She squirmed in the chair under his watchful gaze. Having his eyes glued to her and scanning her face made her self-conscious, and she silently hoped he’d look away. She wondered what he was thinking. If he was thinking about the last time they were together like this, too.

They generally avoided being this close to each other since the whole… boob incident. So when they were sitting less than a finger’s distance away and his foot was brushing against hers, she could feel her heart start to pump a little faster and her face start to redden. Her body remembered how it felt in that moment. She wondered if he felt the same way.

“Uhh.. hm…” She was at a loss for words.

The unsettling feeling ran through her whole body—she was so nervous it was making her mouth dry. Her brain was blank and out of order, like every brain cell packed up and went home for the week. Was it hot in the room or just in her body?

She took her cardigan off in a hurry. Eren looked at her in surprise. “Sorry. It’s hot,” she said quickly.

He nodded off in thought, staring at the desk briefly before taking his sweatshirt off. Slowly. The sweatshirt pulled his shirt along with it, and Mikasa’s eyes immediately flocked to the exposed skin. The skin looked so soft, like it would bend under her touch, and so hard, like if she pressed hard enough the muscle would stop her.

She knew he worked out because sometimes he asked her for advice, but she didn’t know he was so… so… defined. Hand sculpted by the gods themselves.

The sweatshirt was tossed onto the floor and he corrected his shirt. Mikasa’s eyes immediately switched from his abs to the paper. They made a brief second of eye contact just before she shifted. His pupils were dilated.

The thought of him catching her ogling him turned her cheeks into a deep pink. Definitely visible. She told herself he didn’t see her drooling over him, that she’d looked away in time. Eren was smirking. Definitely not.

Mikasa was just about choking on air with each breath—it felt so thick around her, like there wasn’t enough breathable air around her. Every swallow felt forced, and each breath was slow and drawn out.

He was the first to speak. “Sorry.” He tilted his head to meet her gaze. The light and angle made his jawline angle made his jawline look unbelievably appealing and sharp, like she’d cut her tongue licking along it. She felt her eyes drop down to his mouth. She watched him lick his lips. “It’s hot.”

She swallowed tensely. "We should get started." She didn't mean it.

Eren leaned back in his chair and tapped his mechanical pencil against the desk. “I... was thinking we could make this more fun.”

He was eying her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction and anticipate her response.

Her expression didn’t change and Eren watched as her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like she couldn’t settle on what to say. He thought about kissing her. Then she wouldn’t have to say anything. Neither of them would.

He still felt the rapid firing in his stomach, the nerves shaking in case she denied him, but he was 80% certain she was into him. She took her bra off for him six months ago after all.

He continued anyway: “Each question I get wrong, I’ll take something off.” She felt her body react; his smirk widened and the flame of desire sparked in his eyes. “I’ll even let you pick.”

He acted like he expected her to agree immediately. She hesitated.

“And if you get one right?” she asked cautiously.

“You take something off.” He raised his eyebrow. “My pick.”

It wasn’t a question. He was telling her.

And she liked it.

She took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms across her chest and shrugged. “What makes you think I want you to take anything off?”

He paused for a second, smiling in a mix of amusement and amazement. He sat upright. “Are you telling me you don’t?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but said nothing as she watched Eren’s eyes flicker to her lips. He spoke before she had to.

“Alright.” He leaned in. “How about I just do whatever you say?”

Mikasa leaned towards him, remaining two inches apart. The urge to close the gap was overwhelming, like she was a celestial object approaching a black hole, just out of orbit, preparing itself to collapse in.

“Then you’ll do nothing,” she whispered, smirking, before sitting back in her chair.

Eren wanted to solve one question and then review it. Mikasa wanted him to finish the entire front page and then they’d review that. They settled on Eren solving a couple then reviewing, and so on.

He solved three problems before sliding the sheet across the desk to her.

She reviewed the problems. Two wrong, one right. Interestingly.

She handed it back. “One out of three. Not bad.”

“Soo… that means you’ll take something off?”

“What?” She had been so focused on what he had said about him removing his clothes, she completely forgot what he had said about her removing something.

He held his hands out. “Okay. I’ll compromise. We’ll alternate?” He chuckled awkwardly while asking; she wasn’t sure how serious he was. “I’ll go first. You pick.”

She felt a sudden pulse near her pelvis and she felt the muscles around her vagina loosen and tingle.

“One right answer, one article?” she asked, to which he nodded. “One sock.”

Eren rested against his hand, leaning against the table. He shrugged. “Don’t have any on. Pick again.”

She didn’t believe him, but she peeked and saw he was right. Definitely removed them before she came over.

Mikasa was flustered and was looking Eren up and down. Jeans. T-shirt. Probably boxers.

Did she want to draw that out?

“Hm…” She debated saying his necklace, but she knew where this escapade was heading and she really wanted to feel the cool metal against her skin while he pounded into her.

She slumped slightly in her seat at that thought. “Shirt,” she sighed—or at least attempted to. It was hard to not sound thrilled at seeing him shirtless. Especially after the preview.

The shirt was off in a second.

Three more on the front page. Her eyes were glued to his back. Smooth. Muscular. Bare. People wrote symphonies describing the way his body was built, the flats and sharps of his muscles mingling lively.

She wondered which divots in his muscles her fingernails would follow, or if her nails would carve their own paths, against the trails laid out by his back muscles.

The abrupt change from his back to his abs startled her out of her trance. He was smirking at her, she was blushing a deep shade of pink.

He looked confident sliding the page over. Two out of three.

Eren was looking at her in anticipation. He desperately wanted permission to ask her to remove something, but he was also fully content to remove something of her choice.

She nodded.

“Shirt.” She wiggled out of it, trying to be sexy like on tv but looked clumsy. She hit herself in the face with her elbow and her hair got tangled in the head hole. Eren liked the look of her disheveled, her hair sticking out and staticky.

She wasn’t ready for him to remove his pants yet. She hadn’t memorized his chest yet. “Before you get too eager, Im going to take my own sock off.”

Eren sighed dramatically, trying to make her laugh, trying to make her relax. She’s been tense the whole time. He took the paper back. “Next set.”

Her other sock, her tank top, and his jeans were removed. He was only in his boxers. She only had her bra and skirt. The time passed slowly as Eren worked on the problems. Mikasa tried not to be self-conscious, but she could see Eren glancing over at her periodically, and she could think of a million reasons why he shouldn’t like what he sees. He could think of a million and more reasons why she should.

The air felt ten times heavier when Eren slid his homework across the desk for the final time. She didn’t even want to look at it. She didn’t want to take her eyes off of him.

She leaned over the page. Eren’s stare felt hot, like a stage spotlight shining directly on her.

The spreading blush all over her body made it difficult to determine where the heat was concentrated. Her lips, her cleavage, her back, her skirt, her legs. It felt like he was looking everywhere at once.

She could barely swallow when she reviewed his solutions. She could feel her pelvic muscles loosen and release the first puddle onto her underwear. She could feel her heart beating in every vein in her body.

Three out of three.

She looked over at him. He had pushed his chair away from the desk, facing her. He was relaxed into the chair, legs parted. Her eyes kept trailing down his chest and ab’s to the obvious bulge in his briefs. She licked her lips.

His cheeks were red. He was wiping his palms against his thighs. His abs, blushed a slight pink, were just there, within an arm’s reach, begging to be touched. His biceps were so prominent. She wanted to rake her fingers over them. Despite being almost naked, looking so overtly sexual, his smile was so gentle, like he was melting under her gaze as his body held firm for her touch.

She was shaking. She wanted to touch him so bad. Her mouth was starting to salivate.

He waited until they made eye contact before lifting his right hand and motioning with his index and middle fingers for her to head over to him—and with what little distance there was, to sit on him.

She stood up and peeled her skirt off, wiggling slightly before dropping it and letting it fall to the floor.

His pupils dilated, and he reached his arms out and lightly placed his hands on her thighs. His touch was electric, she was paralyzed. When she didn’t push him away, he tightened his grip and pulled her in, onto his lap.

She complied and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She let one hand dangle while the other wrapped into his soft dark hair.

His hands immediately slid to her butt, pulling her even closer. She could feel the heat from his bulge near her pelvis. She could feel herself pulsing for him, yearning for him.

He rested his forehead against her chest, between her breasts just above her bra clasp. She rested her chin against the top of his head.

His hot dry breath contrasted against his cold wet mouth. She gasped as he pressed light sloppy kisses around her cleavage, tracing the outline of her bra.

Eren’s hands tightened into her hips and ground her hastily onto his lap. His restrained erection rubbed against her inner thigh and he bit the thin skin of her breast. His hands rushed up her spine to grasp at her bra clip.

His needy groans synced with the rutting of her hips. “Ah, fuck,” he exclaimed with a rough upward thrust of his hips and a tug on the clasp. “You should just stop wearing these.”

His eyes sparkled as he glanced up at her as she airily laughed. “You should learn to take them off.”

The bra unclipped at his fingertips and his smirk widened, overtook his entire face. His fingernails scraped her shoulders and biceps as he excitedly yanked the straps down her arms.

“Oh, baby,” he tittered, one hand immediately cupping her boob, a reminiscent, fluttery feeling brewing in his gut, “you should tutor me.” There was a glint in his eyes.

She hopped twice, grinning as Eren’s face contorted in pleasure, as the apex of her thighs encased his bold erection.

One hand caressed her the top of her upper thigh, inching closer to where her blood was flooding, and the other surrounded her neck, holding her in place and pressing multiple kisses along her collarbones.

Mikasa shivered at the light grasp around her neck, gasping at the pleasant friction from the feeling, loving the cool feeling of the ring on his finger.

His hold around her neck tightened like a collar as he held her in place, as his lips roamed to her nipple and his hand slid to her crotch.

“Ah!” Mikasa gasped as his fingers graced against her smoothest, sensitive skin, pulling away slightly but restricted by his chokehold. “E-Eren!”

His finger blindly stroked until she sharply inhaled, and her hands grabbed onto the wrist around her neck.

“I still need to repay the favor,” he breathed out huskily, the breath tickling the usually untouched skin of her ribcage, “for this. For tutoring me.”

She wasn’t listening. Her attention was drawn to the pleasant throb at her pelvis and the metallic ring against her neck.

“For everything.” His hand dropped from her neck. She audibly whined. He immediately brought it back, let his large palm drape against her collarbones, lifted his lips to hers to follow. “You’re everything.”

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