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Roadtriiiiip!

description: eren and mikasa are on a road trip. their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

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

disclaimer(s)?: smutty; finger sucking?; fingering; penetration; no condom he came inside; outside

nsfw/mdni

“eren,” mikasa said his name as she rounded the passenger door to the trunk of the car, following to where eren was heading, “do you need help?” she watched him open the trunk with a huff and an eye roll. “i can help. let me help.”

eren shuffled through the items in the trunk, his chest raising and falling in aggravated breaths. “i got it,” he replied sternly, barely glancing over as he continued to rifle for his toolbox.

she felt a lump in her throat at the light glare he shot her, and a light sting in her tear glands. she reminded herself that he wasn’t frustrated with her, just the situation.

car stopped in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day with no signal. she was genuinely thankful it was the middle of the day, he was here, had the tools, and capable of using them. but she didn’t blame him for being stressed and angry.

he found the toolbox and haphazardly dragged it and angrily closed the trunk. “i said i got it, mika.” he looked at her, his eyes solid and fiery, his voice firm. just—” he stopped, closed his eyes and visibly took a deep, calming inhale. “wait nearby. don’t go far alone.”

she became eerily aware of her heart beating. she nodded silently, but he had already walked to the hood of the car and exposed the engine.

after a moment passed and she processed the light pang in her pelvis that always made her blush furiously, she hid inside the passenger seat of the car.

the open hood hid her from eren’s view, but it also hid him from hers. she felt her stomach drop as she thought of the sweat of working on a hot engine under the sun, the sweat rolling down his silky-looking skin, following the trails of and accentuating the muscles in his neck and arms.

eren’s biceps were probably bulging as he explored and fixed the machinery. his defined back and firm ass on display as he bent over the engine and the shirt hem raised, threatening to expose more of him. the thought of touching herself behind the temporary barrier popped into her head and she audibly gasped, physically heating up.

she started to feel uncomfortably hot in the car, feeling the beads of sweat both form on and roll down the edges of her face and the back of her neck.

“i need to take a walk,” she expressed, scrambling to sit up and stand out of the seat.

curiosity got the best of her and she peaked over the side of the hood, earning a side view of the veins in his arms popping out with each turn of the tool.

she admired his focus, the intensity flaring in his eyes before her gaze trailed along his sharp jawline, inching towards his defined collarbones peaking out of his shirt collar.

mikasa kept walking, her eyes fixed on him as her feet led her some distance behind him, catching full sight of the view she imagined, the painted picture that was stuck in her head (a clothed version, but nonetheless).

she forced her attention off of him, turned her head to pay attention to the mindless trail her feet followed.

mountains and dust and brush and trees and dirt. one long road in both directions, bending into the horizon as it continued for however long, far beyond the eye can see. reds and browns and deep greens and striated rocks and mountains and canyons larger than she could believe. clumps of trees that aged as melted glaciers carved out the terrain.

she jumped at the flock of birds that sprung into action, flew from a hidden stock in the trees. with her hand over her chest she took a deep breath, watched them fly away.

she screamed when a hand roughly grasped her wrist, yanked her backwards with a nonconforming grip. she screamed and raised her other arm for defense, but the offender grabbed her other wrist and held them both against her chest.

she finally opened her eyes and processed the sight and her rapid breathing slowed as she registered the voice. “mikasa! mikasa, chill the fuck out!”

“oh my god, eren,” she froze in place, her muscles still tensed as her chest worked overtime to recover, “you can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

his eyes were wide, scared, frantic. his tough clasps on her wrists barely softened. he gasped out the breath he held in a disbelieving chuckle. “i’ve been calling your name.” he lowered her arms, but didn’t let go. “did you not hear me?”

she blinked twice. “what?”

his expression lightened, his eyebrows unfurled. “let’s just go back to the car, okay? i think i fixed it.”

she nodded, her lips curling into a tiny smile as she realized his hands had slipped into hers, his fingers loosely embracing hers.

she glanced down to their mingling fingertips, starting to feel the warmth of his touch. he looked away, his hair sliding at the movement to cover his ear, and his palm slipped into hers, intertwining their fingers. he silently led her to the car, and she was slightly surprised at how far she’d walked when she noticed how small the car looked.

she pouted when he released her hand and closed the open hood. she openly admired his arms, the part of his neck peaking through his hair.

mikasa hopped in surprise slightly when she noticed eren turning around to look at her, and she turned away, her cheeks turning pink and her breathing becoming more difficult.

he smiled, felt his own heart skip at her secret adoration. “mikasa,” he started, reaching out for her, hovering over her upper arms, looking down at her, “i, um. i was really worried when i couldn’t see you.”

the eye contact faltered, glanced to the side out of nervousness. his hands gently slid down her forearms to her wrists.

she felt her heart swell from the vessel dilation, felt the heat rush through her entire body and settle in select parts that were now screaming for attention. “i—”

“so don’t fucking wander like that,” he finished sternly, his eyebrows furrowing, the pink to red blush caressing his cheeks.

she leaned onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, mostly just resting them onto his muscular, broad shoulders.

she felt the hairs prickling against her skin, magnetically pulling her towards him. “yes, eren,” she whispered, staring at the bubbles of enjoyment and nerves and sex suspended in his grassy eyes. she pushed her body weight onto him and rested her chin on his shoulder, falling into a hug. “whatever you say, eren.”

the hot breath stimulated the skin near his ear, sending shiver after shiver down his spine, the skin tingling and lighting up his brain at her touch.

he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, letting both hands settle near her tailbone, licking at the end of her spine. he applied light pressure to her back, pushing her into him more.

mikasa leaned back and turned her head, staring at him. he scanned her face, then slowly leaned in, his insides burning and twisting as their lips pressed together, as she actually kissed him back.

they kissed softly for a few seconds before their lips were smoothly gliding and sliding together, his tongue and teeth grazing her bottom lip.

he lightly bit the lip tissue as his hands slid down the curve of her spine and settled on her bum, immediately cupping and squeezing the soft and fleshy tissue.

eren groaned into the kiss, lightly smacked her ass and smirked when she gasped.

with his hands firmly on her hips, his thumbs settling perfectly into the divots in the bone, his finger gracing the exposed skin just above her long skirt, eren walked her backwards until he heard the light thud of the calves bumping against the car. her butt fell onto the hood of the car, the material echoing underneath.

eren leaned over her, lowered one hand to the side of her thigh while he kissed her deeper, until her back was against the car.

and then he was lifting her up by her thighs and dragging them to his waist, tapping her bum lightly to instruct her to wrap her calves around him, cage and lock himself in. he started to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head farther back, baring her neck for him to claim, gasping and smiling with each wet, smooth touch.

he was pushing his crotch into hers, the erection so eager and obvious and he felt his cock’s ghostly throb at the sound of her sporadic breaths, at the pleasant taste of her skin despite being under dry sun.

his arm slid from her thigh to her butt, squeezed and slapped the squishy flesh before wrapping itself around her waist and drawing her closer, their bellies touching. he used his arm and core strength to lift her slightly, used his other hand to repeatedly smack her ass, smiling and chuckling breathlessly as she moaned and curled in, exposed more of her bum.

she kept her eyes closed and allowed herself to smile into the kiss as their lips locked and their tongues meshed. mikasa’s hands moved from clutching onto and exploring the skin of his back through the shirt to blindly reaching for her skirt, grasping at the fabric and frantically pulling it up.

eren pulled away from the kiss, which was exactly what she was trying to avoid, and she almost silently whined, “no,” as his attention switched to the hand fisting her skirt.

his sultry smirk widened, his pupils dilated like nightfall over a sea of algae, overtaking and transforming the view. he looked back to her eyes, the gradient grey replaced with a radiant black, effervescent like a maturing raven.

the hand not wrapped around her immediately moved to the hem of her skirt, assisted her in the process of rolling it up her legs. they shared a smile once it had reached her hips, and he kissed her again and moved both hands to his belt.

did the buckle break when it hit the tarmac, having been thrown aside onto hot concrete with negative care? sounded like it.

the hand that had tossed the belt drew to her neck, cupping her cheek and caressing her jaw. he let his tongue slide against hers. he bit her bottom lip, pushed his crotch into hers in a smooth rhythm.

he pulled back, hesitantly raised two fingers to her lips. mikasa glanced up with round eyes, unfairly framed by babydoll lashes, and the blood pulsed right to his cock, flooded his brain.

“fuck, you look so pretty, mika,” he confessed the only thought on his mind, and she blushed rouge as her mouth enveloped his fingers, as her tongue licked around the skin.

her nose crinkled as the faint taste of hand sanitizer registered on her tongue. she supposed she should be grateful he used it at all, given the mechanic cameo. she channeled the distaste into her firm hold on the skirt hem. she relocated her attention to the pleasant feeling of eren’s lips on her neck.

“well, actually, you always look pretty,” he mumbled against her neck, the touch tingling her skin and the sentiment tingling her heart. he removed his fingers from her mouth, directed them right under her skirt instead.

“ooh,” mikasa moaned softly, her pelvic muscles reacting to the heat of his arm between her thighs, to the thin pause and knowledge of his finger nearing her pelvis.

he slipped her underwear to the side immediately, then placed his hand over her crotch, pressed the pads of his middle finger against her pulsing muscles and she gasped at the free air, and again at the air removed by his touch.

eren timed the start of his sentence with a wiggle of his fingertip, a smooth touch to her touch-deprived and sensitive skin, “but you look fucking gorgeous right now.” he delicately bit at her clothed shoulder, like he was restraining himself. “the way you are.”

he played with her clit, smirking against her skin and kissing innocently along her jaw. “the way the sun hits you.”

mikasa gasped loudly, one which then transitioned into a moan as eren lowered his finger and pressed them inside her. “oh, fuck,” he moaned too, fixating on how easily he slid inside her, how it wasn’t because she fucking sucked on his fingers.

“the way you look at me.” meanwhile he used his other hand to frantically tug his pants down, free his restrained erection. his sentences breathy, his brain too distracted by her that he needs a second to reform and get it out. “the way you’re on my fucking car right now.”

she couldn’t kiss him while his fingers were folding and poking inside her, while she could feel the blood rushing to accompany his touch, while she could so clearly hear and feel the liquid pouring out of her and haphazardly soaking his appendages. the air was forced out of her lungs with each upward motion, each bend of the knuckle or rub to her clit, and she needed her mouth to breathe, because each breath wasn’t enough. not even close.

“no, eren, don’t stop,” mikasa cried out, attempting to sit onto her elbows but they slid against the shiny hood, partially due to her sweaty skin.

his smile in the moment felt warmer than the sun beating down on them, warmer than the highest degree on the temperature scale. he reached his other hand out, touched it to her muscles and it so easily slipped in.

“ooh, yes,” she moaned throatily, happily, leaning back against the car and letting her hands pull on his shirt and feel his chest and abs.

“god, the way you fucking look right now,” eren gasped out, the liquid streaming out of her further lubricating his fingers and her pussy, “unholy. unreal.”

mikasa was smiling more than she ever had, her cheeks aching from the steady contraction, and she let each sound mindlessly slip from her parted lips as she let the skirt drape over his arm and raked his chest.

his fingers were removed and she was about to sit up again, about to say something when his bare tip was presenting itself to her lips instead.

she moaned and nodded her head, unsure if he could even tell, and he slowly pushed in, both of them gasping and muttering profanities at the feeling.

the slowness dragged the feeling out, let both of them relish in the pleasurable contortion of the other.

eren’s lips found their way back to hers and he kissed her before she could turn away. he snaked his arm back around her waist to hold her in place and pulled out, the drag exaggerating the temporary lag in mikasa’s mind.

she moaned and exhaled into the kiss once his hips snapped back and collided with hers, his tip meshing against her soft sensitive tissue. he licked into her mouth, immediately withdrew his hips and did it again.

she wrapped his head in her hands and lowered it, pushed his lips from hers so she could breathe. the breathless kissing and relentless pounding was making her dizzy, and she was pretty certain she was hot and sweaty from him than the sun.

his nuzzled his nose between her collarbones and kissed and licked along the thin skin of the bone. a tingling, airy, ghostly sensation, one that pulsed strongly to her pelvis and even further lubed his enveloped cock.

his pace had quickened rapidly, his hips brutally slapping against hers, the obscene sound echoing in the open air, birds and cows and rocks unwillingly overhearing.

they moaned each other’s names at the same time, a throaty “eren” and hearty, low “mikasa.” solidifying and expanding their mental connection.

“oh, fuck, mika, i— fuck.” he was slowing down. his thrusts were hard but sloppy, less controlled. he was succumbing to her warm and wet and inviting cunt. he was giving in the time-compounded crush and fortified feelings in his gut.

her legs tightened around his waist and her fingers dug into his back and scalp, tugged harshly on his hair. the moans were growing in number and volume, and the heat building inside her was about to explode like gunfire in gasoline.

“mikasa, i, i think i love you,” he confided with multiple thrusts, with counted breaths.

one sharp thrust into her sweet spot and the euphoria overwhelmed her, washed over her in repeating waves that made her want to scramble away, run away from the intense and stimulating emotion. but her thighs kept her anchored to him, his hips still sporadically thrusting in.

her clenching around him was all he needed to release his restraint and cum mindlessly inside her, breathlessly heaving over her as he stilled his movements and his hands held his weight over her, arms shaking from the pleasurable effort.

they silently caught their breath, allowed their heart beats to return to a somewhat steady (albeit elevated) state and fixed their clothing before they both spoke, again testing their connection.

“do you actually love me?” mikasa asked carefully, her stomach unsettled by uncertainty, her heart afraid of shatter.

her voice overlapped with eren’s. “i meant what i said.” his heart was beating nervously now. this might make the rest of the car ride to armin’s campus awkward.

then they both asked, “what?”

eren gestured with his hand to let mikasa speak, but she shook her head and hand, insisting eren went first.

“i meant what i said.” he shifted the weight between his feet. “i do love you.” he shrugged sheepishly, a pink blush on his cheeks. “have for a while now.”

mikasa stood up, wobbling slightly before regaining her balance and wincing at the unregrettable ache and throbbing remnants in her pussy. she fell into him, wrapped her arms around him. eren instantly reciprocated the action, but took her body weight into his arms, let herself be protected and held by him.

“hm, that’s good,” she hummed happily, almost sing-songy. she tittered, looking up at him with happy, amused, satisfied eyes. “because you could be a dad.”

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