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“Mikasa, are you awake?” He asks her heavy-lidded even though he’s barely awake himself. His words quickly fell into empty ears; not only because they were barely coherent, but judging from her silence and the sound of her softly breathing, it’s clear that she was still indulged in a dream.
Not getting a response, he tries to get comfortable again before he makes another attempt to fall back asleep. Eren wraps his arms right above her stomach as she lays on her side. He cautiously pulls her back into his embrace while he watches over the movement of his arms to make sure the rustling of the sheets and the creaking of the bed wouldn’t disturb her.
From how serene the room felt, the tiniest sounds felt louder - the silence felt deafening - and his ears were only capable of picking up on the sound of her breathing and the morning birds singing for them at a distance.
Eren leans down and kisses her shoulder before sighing into her. His sleepy eyes follow the gleam of sunshine that peeks through the tiny opening from their curtains. The sun kisses Mikasa, making her skin almost resemble a warm yellow of gold as the beams of light hug around her body.
His pride from his youth still follows him, and it’s still too big for him to admit that he still gets shy around her, and even just from the thought of her. Especially the little things, like the way she holds his hand; the way she says his name, and the way she kisses him. She’s always so delicate, just like how her lips are.
He’s shy - and still too shy to do anything about how his body involuntarily reacts whenever he struggles to fall back asleep; whenever he observes the vulnerability in Mikasa that he finds so endearing - tantalizing, even - and that gets him to suddenly envision her bare and sprawled across the bed.
Eren shakes his head as a way to brush off the obscenity, but he believes that Mikasa had already read his mind in her sleep because she unexpectedly shifts a little - her lower body presses up against his groin - and it makes Eren instinctively clench his jaw. As if he’s trying to hold back restraint.
He fails to hold onto that tiniest ounce of self-control since he soon finds himself guilty of indulging in his desires.
Eren lets out a shuttered sigh as he begins to sluggishly roll his hips into her. One of his hands reaches over to the hem of her flowy nightdress and rolls it up to her waist. Her white cotton panties underneath are the only thing keeping her lower half modest.
The rolling of his hips starts off clumsy, but he slowly gets more steady with the more pleasure he feels and the more desperate he is. The friction of his pants stimulating him whenever he rocks himself into her sends his blood south. His fingers dig into her tummy once he tightens his grasp, his fingernails gently scratch her skin through the fabric of her nightdress.
Mikasa unexpectedly lets out a series of small whimpers from her slightly parted lips. She feels pleasure in her sleep, too, which makes her insides feel a sudden rush of heat.
The moment he realizes that he had accidentally woken her up, Eren’s face grows hot. His hold slackens, but he can’t bring himself to stop his movements, only slow them down.
“Eren,” she finally finds her voice, but only has the energy to mumble. “You couldn’t sleep?”
Mikasa knows what he’s doing to her - and that ignites something within her. Her hand reaches behind her and over to the waistband of his pants. She slithers her palm into them with his undergarments.
Eren feels her fingernails lightly graze him - allowing her to instantly feel the reason why he is currently in his sleepy, but carnal wake.
“..Is it because of this?” Mikasa drags her fingers along his length and over to the head of his cock, cupping her digits on his tip and stroking just his tip.
Colour blooms across Eren’s face and to the tips of his ears; he knows how pathetic he is right now, especially with the way he’s desperately rocking himself into her.
“No. Well, kinda..” He admits breathily, and then he shudders behind her once he feels her warm hand suddenly enclose around him. Eren’s body is sensitive to her touch.
“It’s okay,” he senses her grinning with closed eyes even though she has her back facing him. It feels strongly reassuring. “You can keep going.”
“But aren’t you tired? I don’t want to bother-“
“I’m tired,” Mikasa doesn’t give him another second to finish, but despite her words, she cautiously pulls his pants down. Pulling them down just enough to expose him, and once he is, she immediately feels his length press up against her ass. Then, her hand wraps around him again.
The cool, early morning air in the room skims across his cock. It sends a pulse from his base and over to her palm. Eren impulsively whispers out her name, Mikasa, and it almost sounds like a greedy growl.
“..But it’s okay, it feels good. We can keep going.”
Eren is too timid to move. Mikasa does languid and steady strokes with her hand, stimulating each vein and inch of sensitive skin. He burrows his face into the opening of her neck, trying to prevent himself from sinking his teeth into her by pursing his lips and taking out the urge by groping her chest through her clothes.
He undresses her with his eyes - envisioning her bare once again - but willingly this time. With the faint sound of her breathing, it only adds onto the erotic picture in his head and it slowly drives him mad.
Eventually the desperation controls him once again and he starts moving his hips. Thrusting himself in and out of her warm palm. Mikasa’s movements grow more clumsy, but that doesn’t make him want to stop, nor does it dissatisfy him. He feels the blood underneath her skin warm up, radiating warmth, and sharing warmth.
He pulls his head up from her neck to kiss her cheek. His thumb slithers down into the strap of her panties, and once he begins to drag them down her thighs, Eren can sense her arousal spread from her sex and over to the displaced fabric.
Eren moves Mikasa’s hand off of his length and raises her wrist up to his lips, delivering her a kiss once he realizes she’s fallen back asleep again. He glides his cock into the gap in between her thighs, and the feeling of her silk-like skin stimulating him, makes him desperate to feel even more of her. To finally explore even more of her.
When he glides himself across her cunt, the sensation of her slick smearing across his length makes their bodies swell for each other. His tip nudges at her nub, making the both of them sleepily groan.
Keeping one of his arms wrapped around her stomach, the other ventures its way around her waist and down to stroke her cunt. He begins to aid his hand some space, allowing him to run his fingers through her sex then back over to her seeping entrance.
His thick digits slowly sink into her core. He barely fingers her for a moment once he quickly finds Mikasa’s sweet bundle of nerves. The touch makes her swallow thickly with a whispered moan to come out.
Eren presses his fingertips against it, tenderly massaging her insides and cherishing her warmth. She already feels so full just from his fingers compared to her slender ones.
“E-Eren.. please.” She whines while she’s half asleep again and her body spasms a tiny bit. It makes her involuntarily move her hips into his hand, forcing him to progress by instantly going knuckles-deep inside her. A small, pitched gasp suddenly escapes from the soft seal of her lips.
Her words have no meaning, his touch instantly suppresses whatever common sense that she may have still had during her half awake state.
“I’m still here.” His movements are slow and careful before he gets more confident with his fingers. He feels her toes curl into the soles of her feet.
Eren starts to steadily pump them in and out of her cunt and they’re quickly glazed in her slick. The vigour he has in them progressively increases; getting the heel of his palm to repeatedly slap up against her vulva and her legs to stutter. When he digs his two fingers all the way inside to curl them, the bottom half of his palm nudges up against her clit.
He loves the feel of how Mikasa clenches around his fingers - and he can’t imagine how euphoric it must feel to have her around him. Her warm and tight embrace makes it increasingly difficult for his fingers to leave her body.
All that comes out of her are her sleepy but blissful cries and the wetness spurting out of her as he fucks her with his fingers, smearing her wetness across her inner thighs and labia.
Eren eventually finds it in him to cautiously slip his digits out of her and circle them around her entrance. Teasing her in such a way gets Mikasa to whine half consciously and fold her hands into white-knuckled fists with the pillow. Best of all - according to Eren - her whines sound like pleads. In sync with the movement of his hand, Mikasa’s hips also circle.
“I’m sorry I woke you up.” Eren whispers into her ear as he gently nips on her lobe. His lips begin to scavenge around her neck to find and kiss her pulse while his hand maneuvers back up to her nub.
There is no apology if it’s meaningless once Eren begins to sway his fingers side to side on her clit as he rolls his hips into her again. Gliding his cock against the underside of her cunt and getting Mikasa’s thighs to impulsively spasm. Her arousal aids with accelerating the speed of his movements and the sound of her slick grows more obscene.
His hand is a mess. Sticky and tangy with her secretions. Seeing how her body reacts to his touch, motivates him to keep going.
“I can’t, I can’t..” Mikasa chants in between moans with Eren peppering her cheek in kisses. She can’t lose herself already; she won’t allow herself to, even though she can feel her knees beginning to buckle.
She’s tired, that’s what’s making her lose herself so easily, but she wants more.
After teasing her a little longer, his fingers eventually leave her cunt. She can feel herself pulsate from being left in absence; her body is already pleading for another touch.
Eren breathes into her jaw as he keeps his hips rolling. His length being stroked by her inner thighs while feeling her pussy being pressed flush against him, drives a small groan out of his lips.
“Mikasa..” He struggles to say her name, swallowing almost every syllable.
“Eren,” she prompts him and caresses the back of his hands, petting his knuckles. “Please, love me.”
“I do love you. So much.”
“Show me,” Mikasa pauses for a moment, her lip trembling. “I want to feel you love me.”
Her voice - the pure devotion and sincerity in her tone - makes his pulse quicken. Mikasa notices the shudder in his breath and instantly feels his length perk up against her, pleading to finally bond with her.
Eren drags a hand to the side of her waist, his fingers digging into the fat in her hips as he brings his cock up to her core, prodding her entrance with his tip before he makes one long, and steady thrust with his hips. He’s instantly swallowed by warmth - Mikasa takes him so well - and he’s immediately stimulated with the feeling of her insides fluttering around him.
Mikasa hisses out a gasp and her forehead creases. Eren stays still to take a moment to savour the heat being spread inside her body. Any reflexive shiver from Mikasa’s insides feels like a deliberate caress against his cock, as if her body were urging him to feel her even more. She feels butterflies tickle her gut while he feels a pleasurable ache in between his thighs.
He warms himself up inside of her while he spreads her into perfection, letting her body adjust to his length and girth before he plays out steady and long strokes inside her.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he coos at her huskily. Mikasa can feel him smile against her cheek. “You feel so beautiful.”
His hand that holds onto her tummy maneuvers up to her rolled up nightdress and curls his fingers into the cloth. Dragging it over her chest to reveal those perfect tits; the sloped hills and the deep valley between them. While the other keeps a grasp on her waist, it eventually slackens and he ventures his fingers back down towards her clit, massaging her bud and making her cry.
Mikasa’s skin goes dewy; sweat begins to bead up against her golden-kissed flesh, following and hugging around the curves on her body and the contours of her toned tummy as she sparkles underneath the rays of warm sunlight.
Eren’s thighs mashes up against her once he burrows himself even deeper, sheathing himself completely and feeling his tip kiss up against her cervix. The moment he does, he hungrily ruts in his hips, doing erratic, quick and short strokes to stimulate her womb. As if his body were begging to be released inside of her.
Beneath her hymns of pleasure and the creaking of the bed, he loves the sound of her skin meshing up with his; the sound of his hips striking skin. Nothing sounds better than the eroticism found in their hips joining.
And that, is his guilty pleasure.
He begins to fuck her hungrily, desperately, and his erratic momentum increases the vigour found in his movements. Mikasa’s ass and cunt start to roseate with red from how sharp and fast he rocks himself into her, along with her slick occasionally squirting out of her sex and onto the masculine plane of his pelvis whenever he bottoms out.
Mikasa’s head falls back, and she’s managed to find her voice underneath her lustful symphonies. “I’m close, please, Eren.” She sounds shaky from Eren rocking into her. Strands of her hair stick onto her throat from the sweat.
Her words and the plea found in her tone makes him motivated to keep his hips moving, even if it feels like he’s about to buckle at any moment. The squelching of her now creaming cunt grows more obscene, and God, it makes a rush of heat pool into his stomach.
“Almost there, just hold on, I know you’re a strong girl.” he groans into her cheek before kissing her. He feels the heat in her face against his lips.
Eren keeps working his thighs, he feels their sweat sprinkle against each other’s bodies whenever he mashes himself into her. He starts to chase her climax, greedily stimulating every delicate part of her. Groping her tits and nipples, petting her clit, and pleasuring her cervix once more.
Mikasa arches her back and her toes curl. She hisses out a moan before she reflexively shoves herself into his pelvis. Her own movements make Eren weakly groan and to cling onto her body tight, fingernails digging into wet flesh again.
His cock throbs and her insides flutter intensely before she feels him finally unload himself inside her, pulling him into his own release. While Eren pours his warm essence inside of her, his brows knit together as he presses his temple against her head. Letting out a tortured groan into her ear while she takes a moment to breathe in lungfuls of air.
Mikasa’s chest heaves, her breasts rise and fall with every staggering inhale as she feels Eren warm himself inside her a little longer; keeping his cum inside of her while he continues to load more. It’s as if his body can’t get enough of Mikasa - and his body wants to pour out all of his love into her.
He eventually finds the willpower in him to cautiously slip out of her cunt. With how slow he was dragging his hips out, it feels like a tease and it makes her thighs flinch.
Eren rests his cock against her inner thigh, and immediately upon contact, the last few spurts of cum strike her skin once more.
“You’re still hard.” Mikasa says with a weak giggle. She then feels his length flag against her. “Are you sure you’re done?”
“No.” Eren admits with an out-of-breath chuckle, laughing with her as he passes her a laboured smile. “It’s fine though, let’s clean you up. Do you want some coffee after?”
“Yes please.” Mikasa turns her head and faces him with a warm grin. He brushes away strands of her wet hair from her face and neck. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” He leans into her lips. Kissing her once, twice, and one last time.