danger will robinson: sexuAL FUNTIMES AHEAD
prompt:eremika + rough/angsty sex
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She knew the barracks by heart, knew each wing and their frequency of use. It had started as a kind of coping mechanism, memorizing maps and assignments each night instead of falling apart like the other trainees around her. Mikasa hadn't ever been more thankful for those hours spent pouring over crusty maps as she was now. Now, with Eren pressing her hard against the door, breath panting hot against her clavicle.
"No one will find us?" The shifter almost growled against her throat, palms hot where they clutched at her wrists.
"No one." Mikasa confirmed, driving home her point with a hot grind of her hips against his own. Eren moaned, and she was wrecked. He picked up the pace, hips falling into a hot tempo as he rut against her, and Mikasa clenched her fists, desperate to touch the man atop her. Instead, she settled for pushing herself against the blue in his pants in such a way that Eren's breath rushed out in a hot wave across her throat.
"Shit." He gasped, and the second-to-last Ackerman gave a grin so sharp it could cut. The moment didn't last though, and almost before she knew it, Eren had transferred both her wrists into one of his hands, and set the free appendage to work unbuttoning her pants. He took it slow, purposefully so, burning eyes trained on her own.
"What do you want?" Her titan-boy teased, calloused fingertips playing against one hipbone.
"You damn well know," she bit back, and he only grinned.
Eren let his fingers trace the waistband of her underwear, relishing in the softness of her skin and the way her strong hips strained, every ounce of her trying to force his hand.
"Hey now," he laughed, and withdrew his hand to tug at her scarf. Mikasa swore, and he nipped at her now bare neck. Following up with a lick and a kiss. The dark girl bit her lip, and shot him a glare. Still working only with one hand, Eren began to unbutton her uniform shirt, still moving achingly slow.
"I used to dream about doing this," he murmured against her skin, breath hot and bites hard, small marks rising up in his wake. "Every night in these barracks, and then later in Levi's tiny little cabin." Mikasa fought back a whimper, and rolled her hips insistently.
"It was always the same," he mused as the last button of her shirt came undone, revealing her bare torso. "Except you usually had a bra on," he laughed, and for a second the mood lightened just long enough for him to press a soft kiss to her lips.
"I guess I had hoped this would happen," Mikasa shrugged (plus, she mused, it's not like I'm big enough to need one). Eren's crooked grin made her heart stop, and all at once Mikasa remembered how bad she wanted him. Her hips rolled again, and the Titan-boy was back on task, lips laving against one peaked nipple. His fingers returned to her waistband, and trace of teasing gone as he sunk one finger inside her and sent her back arching.
"I'd always start by touching you," the digit began to move, pulling out painfully slow, only to rush back, again and again, before he added another. "Every time." She ground her hips down against him, and fought back a cry as he met her thrusts with one finger lightly dancing around her clit. "And then, right when I had you on the edge," the fingers inside her stilled, pulling out slowly as she whined. "I'd stop." Mikasa glowered, chest heaving even as Eren made to undo his own pants. "Only so I could do this," and then he was inside her, hot and hard and so perfect a fit.
"Shit," she swore, even as Eren bit out his own profanity against her neck.
When he started to move it was nothing like the languid pace his finger has set. It was hard and fast, and Mikasa knew her hips would be bruised in the morning from the force of his thrusts. The hand that held her wrists let go, joining it's partner against the wall on either side of her head. Already feeling the cord in her core draw tighter, Mikasa set her own hands against her lover's shoulders and drove her hips down with each of his thrusts.
He didn't last long.
Between the sheer cadence of their hips and the angle at which Mikasa rode him, Eren came undone in record time, hips managing a few more thrusts before he sagged against her. Mikasa smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, listening intently as his heart rate began to drop.
"Fuck," Humanity's Hope managed, lips pressing sluggish kisses against her pulse.
"I think we just did," Mikasa teased, and before she knew it she'd been pulled off the wall and into Eren's arms.
"But I didn't get you to come," he grumbled, already marching towards the abandoned cot. "Well, no, but-" Mikasa was cut off by her back hitting the mattress, and the expulsion of Eren's breath against her still throbbing sex.
"So we're not done yet," he grinned, and she blushed.
