Time
Mikasa unlocks her legs from his thighs, toying with the hem of his shirt. She shoves her foot against his leg, making him stumble slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest and leans back. "Take your shirt off."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
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Word Count: 2,950
A/N:I got stuck on part 3 of the reincarnation au and this was basically just an excuse to write early summer blowjobs with these two dorks. I hope you like it!
Eren almost always woke up early, usually without an alarm on schooldays, but he preferred to sleep in on the weekends before meeting with Armin or Mikasa or his dad at the hospital. The sun slipping through the cracks in his blinds, however, told him he was pushing it.
His mom normally woke him up on the weekends, a little deal they had so long as he cooks some breakfast for them, only he doesn't hear her moving around downstairs or playing music quietly in the garden. Eren opens his eyes, rubbing his palms against his face until his visions clears and he sees a post-it on his pillow from his mom, telling him she'll be out for most of the day running errands.
Groaning, Eren stretches, pushing himself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom just down the hall. He catches sight of the time, after eleven, and figures Armin and Mikasa have definitely been awake for some time, and he knows none of them made any plans for the weekend, so he'll call them.
Eren grabs the half-eaten bag of popcorn he made last night from his floor, popping a few pieces in his mouth while trying to remember where he dropped his phone when Mikasa tosses it to him from her perch on his desk.
"Thanks," he says around another mouthful, halfway through unlocking his phone before realizing the situation. His head snaps up to where Mikasa is sitting, legs crossed with his assigned schoolbook open on her lap, one hand covering her mouth to hide her smile. He also realizes she'd opened the windows, the warm almost-summer wind clearing out the leftover popcorn smell. Briefly, Eren thinks she might have scaled the house to climb through his window, but he'd broken his leg the first time he tried eight years ago, and they'd mutually decided to use doors. Eren laughs, dropping the popcorn again and crosses the room to her. He presses his lips to her cheek, smiling when she leans into his touch. "G'morning."
"It's almost noon." Mikasa flips through a few pages, as if Eren wasn't covering half of her face with kisses.
"It's morning until I'm fully awake."
She shrugs, but she's still grinning. "Fair enough."
Eren pulls back, easing the book from her lap. "How'd you get in this time?" Even before they started dating, Eren and Mikasa spent most of their free time at each other's house or Armin's place, so finding Mikasa sitting in the kitchen with his mom, reading quietly in the study with his dad, or sleeping in his bed wasn't a surprise anymore. But sometimes she still climbed through the first floor windows to scare him.
Mikasa takes his hands and holds them at her sides until he's close enough for their noses to brush against each other. "Carla left the back door unlocked again." Her lips were so close, but she was purposefully keeping her chin tucked so they didn't touch.
"Maybe it was a hint to quit picking the locks," Eren suggests, resting his forehead against hers.
Mikasa hums, trailing her fingers over the backs of his hands and up his arms, slowly and carefully tracing nondescript patterns with her nails. Her touch is cold, eliciting goose bumps across his skin, even though the room suddenly feels a lot hotter as Mikasa brushes her fingers under the sleeves of his t-shirt and across the back of his neck.
"Any word from Armin?" Eren shivers, small and quick, but he's sure she doesn't miss it.
"He's at Sasha's to work on the Physics project."
"Oh yeah. We have to finish that toda-"
She kisses him then, tilting her chin to nudge their lips together as her legs close around his upper thighs to pull him closer. He's nearly hunched over the desk, his hands planted firmly on her hips as she touches her tongue to the seam of his lips and works his mouth open. He's so distracted by her heel digging into the back of his thigh that he's slow to notice her hand moving to his chest until she breaks the kiss and holds him back from kissing her again.
Eren's thankful for the chance to gather his thoughts, though, as Mikasa leans back and wrinkles her nose. "You taste like stale popcorn."
"I wonder why."
She laughs, and even after so long, the breathy gasps make him smile, too. Eren leans in to kiss her again, but she drops a finger to his lips, a wicked gleam in her eyes as her laughter fades but her smile does not.
Mikasa unlocks her legs from his thighs, toying with the hem of his shirt. She shoves her foot against his leg, making him stumble slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest and leans back. "Take your shirt off."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Eren's quick to comply, pulling his t-shirt over his head as Mikasa jumps from his desk. She stands before him, until her clothed chest was pressed against his bare one, curling her fingers over the waistband of his sweatpants and walking him backwards to his bed. The backs of his knees hit his mattress and he falls back, shuffling higher as Mikasa follows with her legs on either side of his waist and her hands cupping his face to kiss him again.
He's hyperaware of her entire body; her legs squeezing his waist, her chest brushing against his, the ends of her hair tickling his chin as she kisses him, her fingertips burning his chin and branding him with her touch, the clean scent of her hair, everything that's driven him crazy for years. Eren lets his hands roam down the expanse of her back, bunching her shirt in a fist when she bites his lower lip, and he gasps as her tongue touches his.
Mikasa shifts her hips, tilting her head above him and he swears his heart might stop. He manages to get a hand under her shirt, to touch the clasp of her bra before Mikasa breaks the kiss, her hand catching his before he can undo her bra. She pulls back just enough to keep distance between their lips, her hair pooling against his collarbones.
"Not yet."
Eren groans, heat rising through his body as she traces the pads of her thumbs along his throat. "You're killing me, Mik."
She shrugs innocently, gathering his hands from the small of her back to hold them above his head with graceful ease. He shivers at the first press of her lips to his throat, and she trails hot open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and throat, pausing every few minutes to suck a mark onto his dark skin. Her teeth graze his pulse and he groans again, tilting his head back, and he feels her smile against his skin.
Eren can't help the sounds that start falling from his mouth, the moans and whispers of her name as she moves lower, her lips following the path her fingers set first. She's let go of his hands; trusting him to keep them high, keep his body stretched before her like a canvas to paint and mark with bruises along his taunt chest. And he does, his fingers tightening on the headboard every time her teeth sink into his chest.
"Mikasa…" He squirms under her touch, the cool press of her hands doing nothing to curb the heat threatening to suffocate him.
Mikasa rakes her nails down his chest and over his abs, his back arching with a gasp at the sting. She kisses the tops of the marks and over his chest, grazing her lips and tongue over his nipples, his breath shortening the lower she moves.
Eren swears he can feel his heart trying to burst through his chest as Mikasa kisses his hipbones, her fingers just barely dipping under his waistband. She pulls away suddenly; the loss of her touch just above where he needs her most makes him breathless. He blinks, slow and delayed, staring up at her with hopeless confusion. She bites her lip to hide a smile.
"Have you thought more about that tattoo you wanted?"
"I- seriously?" Mikasa pushes her palm against the bulge in his pants, making him hiss as she stares expectantly. Eren smirks, more out of frustration than anything else and shakes his head as she applies more pressure against him. She always knows exactly what she's doing.
She tightens her hold until he's completely tense beneath her, his chest heaving as he tries to focus on answering her question. "You wanted those wings, right?" She prompts, her free hand smoothing over his thigh "From those dreams you had?"
"Yeah," he manages, the word barely passing his lips before she splays her fingers over his dick, taking care not to touch anywhere else. "Yeah. The overlapping green and white wings-" Eren gasps, his eyes falling shut as she squeezes him, her fingers curling around him as much as they can over his sweats.
Eren curses, wrenching his eyes back open when she doesn't move again. Mikasa tilts her head, the perfect picture of innocence above him, as if her legs weren't tight around his thighs and her hand wasn't tormenting him.
"Where?"
He can't remember what they were talking about, his head foggy with the desperate need to get her to keep touching him, to drown in her lips and teeth and hands. "Um-" Mikasa taps her chest with her pointer finger, just above her heart and he manages to recall what she was waiting on. "On my chest. My heart."
Mikasa smiles, and he can feel his heart skip a beat at the promise of what's to come. "It's going to look really good," is the last thing she says before she's pulling his sweats down, shifting her weight momentarily to tug them from his legs and then her mouth is on him, her hair brushing his thighs as she presses the flat of her tongue to the base of his dick over his boxers.
Eren groans, her name falling from his lips in a string of curses as his back arches and his head snaps back. She holds his thighs with the tips of her fingers as she moves her tongue over him with practiced ease. She moves slowly, letting her tongue run over the cloth with leisure while Eren struggles to keep his head clear. He's achingly hard, desperate for more, but she's taking her time and dragging her teeth over him as if she hadn't been building him up for so long.
She kisses back to the waistband of his boxers, nipping at his skin before finally, finally, tugging his boxers down to join the rest of his clothes on the floor. She wraps her hand around him, the heat in the room suddenly overwhelming and concentrating where her lithe fingers were stroking him.
Tilting his chin, Eren watches as she ties her hair back and flashes a quick grin his way, probably pleased with his uneven breathing and the way his hips jerk under her touch. Mikasa scrapes her nails up his thighs and he moans, unashamed as she repeats the motion and he almost curses himself for letting her know about that. His arms have started to ache between holding them above his head and the anticipation, but those thoughts disappear the second her lips touch his dick, and the breath he didn't realize he was holding leaves him in a rush.
Mikasa presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, running her tongue over the base and to the tip, just barely letting her teeth touch him. She takes him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as Eren curses, hands tightening into fists and he knows she'll be the death of him. She takes him further, and it takes every last ounce of his control not to buck into the wet warmth of her mouth.
He's babbling, he's sure of it, but he can't make out anything he's saying over the ringing in his ears. His hands tighten around the headboard; small bumps in the wood digging into his palms as she moves, dipping her head down and pulling away to swipe her tongue over his tip again and again until Eren's certain his chest will burst from how erratic his breathing is.
Her hands run up his thighs and Mikasa swallows around him, humming as he cries out and shakes under her touch. Her hands are steady on his hips, keeping him still as she hums again, his hands dropping to the bed beside him to grip the sheets.
Eren struggles to keep his eyes open, to watch the way her lips curl over him, wet and slick as her quiet sounds go nearly unheard under his praises. Her eyes flicker up to his, and he's confident Mikasa's smirking before she grips his thighs and takes him deeper, ignoring his loud curse to swallow around him again- and it's a good thing she's holding him so tightly when his hips jerk and another moan of her name falls from his lips.
He reaches almost blindly for her hair, curling a hand through the strands carefully, never demanding anything from her. She pulls back anyway, wiping the back of her hand over her wet mouth.
"Mik- I…" Eren can feel his heart threatening to jump from his chest, but she wraps a hand around his dick, pumping slowly and never letting him catch his breath. He can't think of what he meant to say, of what he wanted to tell her, and he settles on a whispered, "oh my god." She smiles, lips red and swollen and he really wants to kiss her.
He knows she has an idea of what he was trying to say, as she touches his hand in her hair and says, "it's okay. I know how much you like it." And without warning, she sinks down again, pinching one of his thighs as her lips close around him again.
His hand tightens in her hair, the other gripping the sheets by his side as he struggles to keep his hips still. Eren feels his release burn low in his gut as Mikasa bobs her head with practiced ease, her nails biting into his thighs and her eyes never leaving his. He's coming undone, breathless and sweaty with the image of her before him; her spit-slicked lips taking him again and again and loose strands of hair framing her pink cheeks.
Mikasa trails a hand up his inner thigh and wraps her fingers around his base as she curls her tongue over his tip, moving faster and jerking her wrist. His back arches, moaning loudly, and his legs begin to shake beneath her.
"Mikasa- I'm-" Eren manages. "I'm so close-" It's a warning coupled with a tug of her hair, but she doesn't let up, twisting her wrist and hollowing her cheeks to moan around him and he comes with her name on his lips, throwing his head back with a loud cry as his hips jerk wildly. Mikasa doesn't move, swallowing everything he has and moving her palm over him until he's whining from oversensitivity.
She gently coaxes his hand from her hair, linking their fingers as he manages to throw his arm over his eyes, dragging deep breaths as he slowly regains himself. He can still feel the sting on his chest and thighs from where she scratched him so many times, a smile spreading his face at the thought of the marks they'll leave.
Eren feels Mikasa settle next to him, propping an arm on his chest as she leans over him, drawing idle shapes on his chest and whispering something he can't catch.
Finally, he finds enough of his voice to say, "holy shit."
Mikasa laughs, quiet and calm, but he hears the hoarseness of her voice as she replies, "You're just easily impressed."
"Don't have to be when I have the most impressive girlfriend in the world."
She tugs his arm away from his face, and he's pleased to see a deep red blush coloring her features. "You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously good looking."
"There it is."
He doesn't have the energy to respond again; instead he curls his fingers against her cheek as Mikasa leans up to kiss him softly. Mikasa sighs against his mouth, her warm breath fanning over his features as she whispers, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Eren says, stroking her cheek as she hums in contentment. She ducks her head under his chin, throwing a leg over his, and he remembers, (far later than he'd like to admit,) that she's still fully clothed. "Hey," he nudges her, tilting his chin to meet her gaze. "I could return the favor."
She taps her chin. "I don't know, Eren. We do have that very important Physics project to finish."
Eren rolls his eyes. "But we have all weekend for that, and we have no idea when my mom will get home."
Mikasa slips out from under his arms, sauntering toward his door and pausing just outside his room to throw a smirk over her shoulder. Eren sits up, reaching for his boxers and hissing at the sting on his chest. "Maybe you can change my mind over lunch."
"Breakfast!"
Her voice echoes from down the hall, "it's noon, Eren!"
Eren tugs on his discarded sweats as he follows Mikasa from the room, tearing down the stairs and chasing her into the garden, catching her in his arms and spinning her through the grass until they fall, laughing and breathless and tangled together, like they had all the time in the world.