Mikasa was not sure what to expect when it came to kissing Eren. Hanna had spoken of a ticklish sensation that erupted from her stomach and flew up to her heart, like a thousand moths that flocked to the lantern light in the darkness of the night.
With blushing cheeks, Sasha had shyly mentioned kissing made her feel warm and tingly inside, like she had just eaten the hottest, thickest soup after a particularly brutal expedition. As she matured and understood more the horrors of the world in which she was thrust, Sasha would later equate the feeling to a particularly large swig of a potent bottle of mead.
Mikasa could relate to Sasha's description more than the deceased Hanna Diamant's, even if it still did not quite summarize the sensation. Whether it was chemical or the fact Eren's body burned hotter than any stew, simply being in his presence with the knowledge of his red faced affections made her entire being flood with a heat that flared hotter the closer he stood to her. It seemed she was perpetually cold, so icy for so long that she became accustomed to its frigidness that solidified her veins and stilled her mind despite the gravest of danger. When his passionate presence became known, the warmth stole into her blood and her heart, pushing it back into its normal frequency. It was less like a tingle, and more like a relieved breath of fresh air after being trapped underground, or the comfort of a fireplace after coming in from a storm.
After that horrible day so many years ago, Mikasa was loathe to ever be without Eren Jaeger. She'd begin to feel the ice and would panic; the tingling sensation in her fingers and the fuzziness in her head a sure sign she was going to freeze over until she was nothing at all, just as shell. It was both a blessing and a curse that he had the propensity to get himself into trouble; while she leaped on the excuse to follow his every step, he would throw himself even faster into dangerous situations that risked his very life.
"You're so warm." Eren husked, fingers touching the place no one but herself had ever even seen.
"Not as warm as you." She replied breathlessly, pressing her lips to a particularly heated spot behind his ear. His arm shifted awkwardly against the side of her right breast, nudging it in his attempt reaching lower between her legs. While the tension of the situation was arousing in itself, she began craving stimulus in a more northern region.
Gripping his free hand with her right, (Maneuvering around the arm wedged under her skirt.) she guided the trembling palm from her hip, to a breast. His breath hitched shakily at the candor of the movement, squeezing gently in the way she had instructed not minutes before.
When his rubbing between her legs proved to be too much in the sensitive reason, he pulled his fingers up her stomach; inadvertently dragging fingertips across skin stretched taut over muscle. A shudder ran through Mikasa's skin at this, and she was mildly surprised when Eren chuckled at the goosebumps that raced across snowy territory. With a slightly gloating edge, he asked:
"Cold?"
No, not with him. Never with him.
"I'm fine." It surprised her when the words came out wavering. With a rush of delight, Eren began running his fingers over her stomach again.
A couple of the boys had mentioned distaste of Mikasa's abdominal muscles while others found it appealing, but Eren had always been indifferent to them. While he grudgingly agreed they were impressive, they didn't do anything particularly sexual for him, while they also weren't anywhere near repulsive.
This, however, was very different.
Eren felt himself hardening more than he already was as the full body shudder than ran through his lover's frame. He mapped the region, discovering that such pleasing reactions would not be given with a rough touch, but with a delicate and light brush; that the top of her stomach didn't lead the muscles to flex and tremble, but the spot just under the naval caused hips to buck and fingers to tighten. It was beyond addicting to feel a hardened warrior turned into soft clay beneath his touch.
While lightly stroking her stomach, he suddenly jerked a hand down between her legs, and was rewarded with a noise that sounded like a cross between a moan and a squeal. It would have been amusing had he been less aroused than he was at the moment. Her neck flushed with embarrassment at the noise, but he simply nibbled at the skin and enjoyed the added heat that was imperceptible to anyone who wasn't accustomed to the temperature of her touch.
The combined stimuluses on her neck and her wetness lead a heightened reaction that had the blood rushing in Eren's ears. She was whimpering unashamedly now, biting at a plush bottom lip as her hips jerked. When his rhythm was no longer enough, her hand guided his into a faster grinding motion that did things to a spot that she hadn't realized she even had until recently, and she could hear her own heartbeat and feel Eren's against her shoulder blade, but it was hard to pay attention to that because something was tightening deep inside and somehow this was so much better than her own touch…
Eren's breathing halted when he felt her rhythm slow and her head hung back while her mouth hung open. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if the added stimulus of vision would be too much for her to bear. Her wrist pressed against the heel of his harder, slower, and longer. It took a few moments before she began to relax against him; hand going limp while muscular shoulders began to soften.
She had come. He, Eren Jaeger, had made Mikasa Ackerman come.
I'd like to see Jean do that!
His own arousal was painful as it pressed against his leg; literally weeping for attention and causing the inside of his underwear to be sticky in a rather uncomfortable fashion. It throbbed in such a way that he was surprised Mikasa couldn't feel it, considering she was always so attuned to everything around her- especially him. He hoped she would, though he would not be selfish enough to ask. It was embarrassing, anyway.
With a start, Eren realized she was past comprehension. Her eyes were still closed and she lay totally calm, totally vulnerable. Her chest rose in rapid succession as if she had just taken down fifteen titans in a row. The skin above her shirt glistened with a sheen of moisture that would've made Captain Levi tsk.
But Eren didn't want Captain Levi seeing her like this. He didn't want anyoneseeing his Mikasa after having received orgasm from the person she swore to always love. And if the softening of his features and the increased beating of his heart said anything, he loved her in a different way than he had ever loved another human being. Similar to how he has always loved her, (Though he was loathe to ever acknowledge it) but still different than before. So very different.
Trying to put his erection in a more comfortable position, Eren shifted his hips and attempted to surreptitiously put his hand down to his own crotch. Of course, now was the moment that Mikasa regained coherency.
"Eren!" She husked, turning around to look at him properly. Her throat became tight at the wideness of his pupils and the flush of his face. Somehow the redness didn't seem to indicate embarrassment, but something much more promising and arousing.
His name said in such a tone had always been enough to immediately send him into irritation mode. After all, it was after this declaration she would usually begin fussing and prodding. It didn't bother him now, oddly enough. He simply blinked at her and tried to calm his raging hormones.
"Lie back against me, its fine." He murmured, putting his large hands on her deceptively small arms.
"But, you…" She bit her lip nervously, eyeing the prominent bulge in his pants.
That face alone might be enough to undo him. However, he would remain firm.
"Its fine," He repeated "I'm fine. I want you to relax."
"But I want to." Mikasa insisted, turning around fully on her knees to center herself at his hips.
"It's okay…" He tried again, but was quickly losing resistance at the nervous-yet-anticipated expression on the young woman's face.
Her fingers crept to the hemline of his trousers, then paused looking back at him again. They were nose to nose, and in a moment of fluttery affection she gave him a quick peck. A seldom seen smile pulled at her mouth as he licked his lips after her departure, trying to savor her flavor.
"Show me what to do." She said firmly, chest beginning to heave again as dark hair stuck to a clammy neck.
Looking into her dark eyes, Eren quietly agreed while helping her pull down the hemlines just enough for the head of his cock to peak through. The cool air hitting it was an odd sensation for him, but his breath left him when a hesitant thumb brushed over the sensitive nerves located around the damp slit. She became bolder as she pulled the fabric down farther, revealing more and more of his arousal.
His only clue that he was about to be engulfed in a wet, sucking cavern of heat- was when her eyes glistened with a mischievous edge and she tucked her shorter hair behind her ears in a rather business like fashion.
Suddenly, all thoughts of anything other than her beautiful face and the beautiful sounds she was making fled from his mind.
A/N
...I have never wrote hetero smut! :D It was awkward…and weird. I hope it was acceptable to all of you! I tried to make it realistic as I could while still being romantic. I have a very cynical view of first time sex, (Nobody knows what they're doing with their hands and it's awkward as hell) but I thought of best case scenario while still not being some crazy wild fuckery.
I get the feeling I focus too much on Mikasa in this fic, so if I could get some feedback on that, it'd be awesome. Also, let me know if you have any specific directions you want this to go! I do have a certain plot in mind, but I'm also extremely open to suggestion as I want to know what you wonderful readers want.
Candid talk real quick
A lot of writers have a guy and a girl have sex for the first time and the girl is like BOOM orgasm, but honestly, girls are complicated as fuck and it's annoying as hell. Pet peeve of mine with writing, but I stretched past my cynicism comfort zone to create a scenario that was realistic but still satisfying for all parties involved. YOUR WELCOME, you horny bastards.