"Hey Ymir"

"Huh? Yeah whats up?"

Historia tugged on Ymir's shirt sleeve. They had just finished eating dinner in the canteen and were supposed to head to their evening drills. Ymir turned around and looked down to see what Historia wanted. Her head was turned away and her big blue eyes were turned towards the floor as if she was ashamed of something. She didn't want to be punished for being late but she decided to wait to see what Historia wanted.

Historia waited for everyone else to file out of the canteen.

"Ymir I-"

Historia looked up but instantly averted her eyes and blushed as soon as she made eye contact with Ymir.

"Spit it out already. We don't have all evening"

Historia took a deep breath and sharply turned her head to make eye contact with Ymir.

"Ymir... I just can't keep my feelings for you bottled up anymore"

Ymir's heartbeat quickened

"Y-yeah?"

Was this really happening?

"It's just... the way you constantly put me down and bully everyone around you... It's just so... hot"

Historia took a step towards Ymir

"W-what are you saying"

She grabbed Ymir by the shirt and pulled her down so their faces were almost touching.

"Do I have to make it more obvious"

She closed her eyes and went in for a kiss. Ymir's heart was racing, she closed her eyes and prepared to accept Historia's kiss. Their lips were just a few centimeters from each other. She could feel Historia's heat. Ymir closed her eyes and-

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"YMIR! YMIR YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!"

Ymir's eyes shot open. Sasha was violently shaking her.

"WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR MORNING ROLL CALL! WE BOTH SLEPT IN! NOBODY WAITED FOR US YMIR, SHADIS IS GONNA KILL US!"

She grabbed Sashas face and pushed her away.

"ALRIGHT! I get it!"

Damn. It was all a dream. Turns out she wasn't about to share an intimate kiss with with a blonde cutie. Rather, she was back in the 104th girl's barrack's, and she was about to be in a whole heap of shit.

She quickly got out of bed and threw on her cadet fatigues before hurrying after Sasha who had already taken off out the barracks front door and was practically sprinting down the dirt path to the training grounds where most of the 104th cadets were already assembled.

Shadis really did traumatize potato girl. Almost feel bed for her

Sasha got punished far more often than anyone else in the corps, mostly due to her own stupidity to the point where a decent portion of the barrack's chores were performed by Sasha alone. If anything, her desire to avoid further punishment only made her more neurotic and prone to mistake.

Panting and wheezing, they arrived just in time for roll call. The rest of the 104th was already arranged in orderly lines, all of them standing at attention, quietly chit chatting amongst each other. Ymir gave Sasha a comradely pat on the back as thanks for waking her up and went to take her place next to Historia.

Historia gave Ymir a warm smile when she saw her approach. She looked as cute as any other day. Her shoulder length blonde hair shone in the morning sun. Her uniform, which Ymir thought looked pretty silly, looked great on Historia's petite form. This morning however, Ymir couldn't seem to take her eyes off Historia's lips. She remembered the dream she had had before Sasha woke her. How would it feel to kiss those puffy pink lips? What did Historia's other puffy pink lips look like?

Ymir shook off these thoughts as she approached her favorite gal pal.

"Hey. How come you didn't wake me up?"

Historia's warm smile changed to an adorable pout.

"I like being here early and you always get mad at me when I wake you"

It was true that Historia got up ridiculously early and Ymir had been known to be grumpy when roused too early.

"Tsk tsk tsk come on now Historia you know me better than that. Just because I tell you to leave me alone every morning doesn't mean that I want you to actually stop"

Ymir took her place next to Historia as the roll call started. The two continued their conversation by loudly whispering to one another.

"Well why didn't anyone wake up Potato Girl? Wait don't tell me. You guys were pranking her weren't you? I didn't think you had it in you Historia"

Drill instructor Shadis began reading off the names of the Cadets while walking up and down each row.

"Of course not. I tried to wake her but she was out cold. We were actually worried she might be in a coma or something"

Sasha had been forced to clean the latrines well into the night last night after she almost accidentally amputated Shadis during training. Plus, she was a heavy sleeper.

"Speaking of Sasha... Did she come here with you?"

Historia looked over her shoulder. Sasha always stood in the same spot two rows behind Historia and Ymir.

"Oh no. How did she even manage that"

Ymir turned around to see what Historia was talking about. She instantly saw the issue. In her rush, it seems Sasha forgot to put on her harness, the series of straps and plates needed to attach and maneuver ODM gear. Historia caught Sasha's eye and motioned that she was missing her equipment.

Sashas face went white.

Fucking idiot. Welp guess it's more chores for her I guess

A fumbling sound brought Ymir's attention back to Historia who, to Ymir's horror was unbuckling her own harness.

"JEAN KIRSCHTEIN! DOES ANYONE SEE THAT MAGGOT?!"

Shadis was getting close to her and Historia

"Hey! Cut that out! It's her fault for being an idiot. You don't have to take the fall for her!"

Historia ignored Ymir and continued taking her harness off.

Sigh

Since Ymir had been in a hurry she had quickly done her harness in such a way that it would pass inspection without being attached properly. So she was able to quickly pull hers off before Historia could.

"What? No, Ymir! What're you doing?"

Ymir passed her harness back to Sasha who looked like she could cry from gratitude.

"Sorry, I know you're itching for an opportunity to throw yourself to the wolves for someone. But Historia..."

Ymir and Historia made eye-contact.

"You're just too cute for menial manual labor"

Historia was about to respond but Shadis was drawing near so she had to shut up and look straight ahead.

Shadis stopped in front of Ymir.

"Cadet"

Ymir didn't raise her gaze to meet the man's. Choosing instead continue staring straight ahead.

"Yes sir"

Despite this she could feel Shadis's gaze boring into her.

"Are you aware that your harness is missing?"

Ymir maintained her deadpan expression

"Yep. Must've forgotten it"

The whole corps had turned to silently observe the unfolding scene. You could cut the tension with a knife and it was clear to everyone that Shadis was about to give Ymir a lengthy verbal smackdown. He took a deep breath and-

"JEAN'S HERE SIR!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison. Eren Yeager was evidently the source of the announcement as he pointed at Jean who had apparently tried to sneak into rank despite being late. The handsome, long-faced boy looked like he was ready to kill Eren right then and there and Ymir honestly didn't blame him.

God, how old is he?

She knew that the two boys had a rivalry thing going on or whatever but snitching on the guy was straight up childish.

Not that she could complain since the commotion seemingly made Shadis forget all about Ymir and he stomped over to Jean to chew him out.

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Although Ymir had been spared verbal assault, she wasn't out of trouble. After roll call she was informed that she would be cleaning the stables with Jean instead of having dinner that evening as punishment for the crime of helping Sasha.

Which is how she found herself sweeping stray hay out of the stable as Jean shoveled horse shit from the stalls. She would have been perfectly happy with letting Sasha take her place but letting Historia satisfy her masochism didn't sit right with her.

Her internal grumbling made her lose track of her surroundings and she bumped into Jean as he was coming out of a stall.

"Hey! Watch where you're going horse face. If you get shit on me I'll make you eat it"

Jean gave her a mean glare and continued on with his work. They had played a game of Rock paper scissors over who would deal with the horse shit which Jean had lost. Him and Ymir weren't on bad terms or anything. Ymir just didn't really talk to anyone except Historia and she wasn't really good at making friends in general due to her attitude.

"What's the matter? Still mad about losing? I told you we could rematch"

The conditions of the rematch had been that Jean would do ALL the chores if he lost a second time. A bet that Jean wasn't willing to make.

"Or do you not like 'horse face'? You should take it as a compliment. Girls love ponies, or whatever. Y'know?"

Jean continued to work in silence without responding to her banter.

*Sigh* How boring

Ymir leaned on her broom.

It's a fucking horse stable it's supposed to be filthy

She had no intention of putting in any more work than she had too but Jean wasn't much help killing time. She did understand why he was grumpy though. Apparently the no one in the boy's barrack had woken him up in order to pull him back down to earth after his ego had shot through the roof due to getting a top score during one training session. It wasn't out of any special dislike for Jean, the boy's pulled shit like this on each other pretty frequently. Sometimes it was hard to believe that they were training to kill titans with how they acted. She wished someone like Sasha was in Jean's place, at least she was easy to have conversation with. She'd even prefer Mikasa, she was quiet but she responded when you spoke to her.

Mikasa...

Aha! Ymir knew exactly how to get Jean to engage with her. It would't be friendly but it'd be more fun than working in silence.

"She's not gonna fuck you you know?"

Jean turned around and met her playful gaze.

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

Ymir let go of her broom and leaned next to one of the stalls.

"Mikasa. She's never gonna let you fuck her."

Jean's brow furrowed.

"Who the fuck starts a conversation like that? Why would you even assume that I'd want to fuck her?"

She rolled her eyes. Anyone with a working pair of eyes would have noticed the way Jean acted whenever Mikasa was in the room. Always looking over at her and trying to get near her, it was kind of pathetic actually. She'd even seen him fly straight into a tree during ODM training because he was distracted by Mikasa. As if that wasn't enough proof, he was also blushing.

"C'mon Jean I'm not blind or stupid. I've seen you stare at her ass during roll call."

Jean turned an additional shade redder.

"So what?! I'm a guy, I like ass. I bet whoever's behind you during roll call is staring at your ass as well"

She chuckled. That was a good point, Ymir did have a very nice ass. She had made the right choice by baiting Jean into this conversation.

"Plus. What makes you think I couldn't fuck her if I wanted to?"

Ymir leaned off the wall and took a step towards Jean.

"True. You're a pretty handsome stallion but let's be honest..."

She got right up in Jean's face and looked him right in the eye.

"She doesn't pay the slightest bit off attention to you aaaand she's totally head over heels for Eren. Now, I don't know what she sees in that idiot but I wouldn't be surprised if she pays your barracks a visit one of these nights to take him for a ride."

Jean clenched his jaw. Ymir was clearly getting to him.

"But hey, maybe you'd be into that. Your crush fucking another guy while you're just a few beds over trying to sleep? That's a real wet fantasy that some guys have. I think there's a name for it, l-"

Jean had enough, he pushed Ymir against a wall and planted his hands next to her head.

"Shut up bitch! You're insane if you think I'd let that suicidal retard cuck me!"

Whoops. Ymir might have gone too far.

"HEY! You pervert! Is this how you hit on girls?! I'll tell everyone you're sexually harassing me!"

Jean ignored her threats to #meetoo him.

"And don't fucking talk to me about staring like you're not completely obsessed with that Historia girl! I don't know how she even puts up with your ass but I'm guessing that she's not letting you munch her carpet since you're frustrated enough to obsess over MY sexlife!"

Now it was Ymir's turn to blush.

"Fuck you! Not everyone's a pervert like you! I have real reasons to hang around Historia!"

She was only half lying. She would absolutely tongue-punch Historia's coochie if she could but she did have deeper reasons for wanting to get close to Historia. Getting close to Historia was the whole reason why Ymir had signed up to be a cadet. Historia was maybe the only person in the world who was like her. They were both familyless and unwanted by the world. She wanted to show Historia that it didn't matter that the world hated her, she didn't need to pretend to be an angel just to be accepted. She wanted Historia to live for herself. The fact that she was super cute and great was just a bonus.

"Oh yeah? You know what I think? I think that the only reason why you follow her around is because she's the only person who's nice enough to put up with you!"

That pissed Ymir off. She shoved Jean's surprisingly firm chest. The larger man didn't budge, he was one of the top cadets in their corps after all and Ymir always slacked off during training. Nonetheless Ymir grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his face down to her eye-level.

"You don't think I know that?! You don't think I feel like shit for being a burden on her?! I know I'm taking advantage of her kindness, everyone does! But unlike you guys I'm actually trying to fucking help her!"

Jean pulled back. It seemed like he had hit Ymir somewhere personal and he really didn't want to make her an enemy, he already had Eren after all. Without saying a word he picked up his shovel and went to go shovel more shit.

Ymir exhaled. It wasn't like her to explode like that but she couldn't stand Jean making fucked up assumptions about her, especially since she spent so much energy convincing herself that what she was doing was in Historia's best interest. Not that she had done much, despite all her efforts she hadn't been able to get Historia to drop the nice-girl act. If anything it seemed like Historia had doubled down in hopes that some of her niceness would rub off on Ymir.

A strange tension hung in the air as she quietly watched Jean work. Teasing Jean and being pushed against the wall by him as he screamed at her face was strangely... exciting? Jean did have a long face but he had sharp, chiseled features, and he was tall. Ymir couldn't lie, she liked the rough way he had handled her, for a second she actually thought he was going so sexually assault her. She almost wishes he had.

Sex... Historia...

An idea was beginning to form in Ymir's mind. Historia was very squeamish when it came to anything sexual. Whenever the girls gossiped about who trying to fuck who in the corps, Historia's face would go red and she would excuse herself from the situation. Ymir didn't doubt that her modest virgin spiel was all a part of the persona she had created. Historia hated herself and didn't feel like she deserved to be happy or alive, so she didn't feel like she deserved any action. What if Ymir could change that?

"Jean!"

He turned around wearily and prepared for another barrage of insults.

"I have a plan for getting through to Historia and you're going to help me"

Jean once again had no idea what she was talking about.

"Huh? What do you mean? And why would I help you?"

Ymir took a confident step towards Jean and put her hand on her hips.

"We're going to help Historia get in contact with her sexual side. Trying to get her to stop being disgustingly nice to everyone is a lost cause, she hates herself too much. But, if we could get Historia to loosen up sexually she wouldn't have to rely on being such a suck up in order to feel validated. Once she realizes what a hottie she is and how nice sex feels her confidence will shoot through the roof and she'll realize that she wants to live for her own pleasure"

Jean just stared at Ymir with a blank expression. Her plan sounded like the plot of a bad erotic story. Sure Historia was hot but Jean already had a crush. Plus, he wasn't dedicated to helping Historia the same way Ymir was.

"And why would you need my help with this"

Despite how dumb she sounded, Jean decided to entertain Ymir.

"I'm not a guy in case you couldn't tell. I don't know if she's a lesbian or straight or whatever. Plus I'm not exactly an expert in corrupting young maidens so I need a partner"

Jean was dumbfounded. Was he being asked to... seduce Historia? Or at the very least be Ymir's wingman.

"Yeah... No. I have my own problems"

He refocused his attention on cleaning up horse poop.

"I'll help you hook up with Mikasa"

Jean's interest peaked for a second before he realized that there was no way Ymir could accomplish that. She was super unlikeable and didn't know anything about picking up girls.

"I said no. Suck my dick."

Ymir grabbed Jean's shoulder and flipped him around so they were facing each other. She looked straight into his eyes with a determined look.

"Fine"

She knelt down and began pulling at his pants.

"Wait! Hold on are you serious? I was joking"

He obviously didn't mean that he would actually help her if she sucked his dick but he didn't stop Ymir as she pulled his pants down around his ankles.

"I'll suck your cock and I'll make sure you get to fuck Mikasa, I'll get her to fuck you on Eren's bed if thats what you want. But in exchange you have to help me"

This was insane. Ymir was pretty hot and she seemed to be dead serious. Fucking Mikasa in Eren's bed? That was too good to be true, there's no way Ymir would deliver. But what if she did? A blowjob from a hot girl and the chance to fuck his crush and humiliate his rival? And all he had to do was get Historia to loosen up? The sight of Ymir on her knees in front of him made his dick take over all critical thinking faculties and he tacitly nodded.

"Great, can't wait to work with you"

Jean instantly regretted going along with Ymir's plan but he couldn't pull out now since Ymir had begun pulling down his underwear.

"Let's see if you also resemble a horse down he-"

*Thwack*

"Oh"

Ymir wasn't sure what hit her at first as Jean's meat hit her right in her face with considerably more force than she was expecting. His cock was long enough to cover Ymir's face from chin to forehead. Once again it seemed like she might have bit off more than she could chew.

Despite how straightforward she had been with Jean, Ymir had very little actual sexual experience. She had seen dicks before. Back when she was living on the street she would regularly offer sex to men in dark alleyways, only to then run away or knock them out as soon as they handed her the money. Most of those men had been old with small shriveled up cocks. Ymir had assumed that they all looked like that and that a quick blowjob would be no problem for her. Jean was a young and virile man however and his cock made that abundantly clear.

"Ok. Here I go"

Ymir moved her head back and let his cock slip off her face as she grabbed it with one hand and began slowly jerking it. Shockingly, Jean's cock hadn't been fully erect when it hit Ymir in her face. Which she discovered much to her own horror as it grew longer and harder in her grasp until she could no longer fit it's entire girth in her hand. How the hell was she going to fit this thing in her mouth?

"Do you mind if we switch the deal to a handy instead?"

Jean shook his head.

"A deals a deal, get to work s-slut"

Jean clearly wasn't used to getting this kind of attention from girls. Luckily for him the comment turned Ymir on, she just wished he'd been more assertive when he said it.

Ymir stared at his cock as she kept jerking it off. It was truly an impressive sight up close, and the smell was... interesting. The strong musk seemed to activate something deep down in Ymir's female biology as her fear slowly began to turn into hunger.

She gave the head a cautious lick. Followed by a second and then a third and soon enough she was drawing circles on the head of his cock with her tongue. Intrigued by the taste she took his head into her mouth and then slowly began to move further down his dick. She stopped when his head hit the back of her throat. She had to open her jaw an uncomfortable amount in order to accommodate just this much of his dick and she was already struggling to breathe around his shaft. If she went any further she was worried that she might throw up.

She decided that she wasn't going to push it. The pitiful amount of cock that she was able to fit in her mouth would have to do. She was about to start moving her head back and forth when she felt one of Jean's big hands grip the back of her head.

Her eyes shot up to look at Jean. Jean made eye contact with Ymir. Normally her scared expression might have convinced him to let go and let her go at her own pace. But seeing Ymir, who had just been a snarky bitch to him a few minutes ago, completely submissive and on her knees for him gave him a rush of power and he proceeded to push Ymir deeper onto his cock.

There was no point in fighting back. He was stronger than her and he wanted to have his way with her and that drove Ymir crazy. This was what he had wanted him to do to her, when he shoved her against the wall before, she realized. Ymir's cunt began to lubricate itself as she fought her gag reflex.

Jean's cock went deeper and deeper down her throat. He made it halfway before pulling out, letting Ymir gasp for air for a second before he shoved it back in. This time he moved Ymir's head back and forth, using her tight throat to jerk his cock of as he pushed more and more of it down her eager throat.

Ymir was incredibly hot despite the cool evening air she felt like she was burning up inside. Since Jean was doing most of the work, Ymir began to unbutton her shirt. The sight of which caused Jean to speed up even. She threw her shirt onto the floor and began to work on her bra.

When she finally got it of the sight of her freckled breasts made Jean increase his speed even more and he was now thrusting his hips forwards while rhythmically shoving Ymir's head into his crotch.

Ymir endured the skull-fucking despite the fact that she couldn't breathe. Tears were running down her face at this point and her cunt was absolutely drenched, so much so that you could now see it through her pants.

Jean had lifted his head and closed his eyes in pleasure. Ymir's throat massaged and lubricated his massive cock. Jean felt like a King as he fucked Ymir's throat in the dirty stables with the horses curiously looking on. When he finally looked down at Ymir again he was taken off guard by what a mess she was. She didn't make any effort to tell him but Jean could tell by her bloodshot eyes that she couldn't breathe.

He quickly pulled her off his dick.

"Shit are you ok?

Ymir coughed and gasped for air for a few moments before meeting Jean's eyes.

"Fuck me"

The topless Ymir stood up, grabbed his wet cock and began to pull him towards one off the empty stables.

"Wait- What? This wasn't part of the deal"

Ymir threw herself onto a bed of hay and spread her legs, showing Jean the big wet spot between her legs.

"I'm changing the deal"

Jean could do little to resist as he was just as horny as Ymir at this point. He helped Ymir pull her pants and underwear of as Jean positioned his well lubricated cock in front of Ymir's equally lubricated entrance.

"Wait"

Ymir grabbed Jean and pulled him into a long kiss.

"Don't hold back partner"

Jean penetrated Ymir's virgin pussy. For a second Ymir thought she might transform into her titan form as Jean tore her hymen.
She let out the beginning of a loud moan before Jean covered her mouth with his hand. They couldn't risk being caught.

Jean continued to pump in and out of her pussy with long strokes as Ymir fought to suppress her moans as her pain quickly faded into pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Jean's muscular back and then, as his speed increased, she dug her nails into him.

They maintained perfect eye-contact, sharing an incredibly intimate moment as they quietly fucked.

Eventually both their climaxes approached. Jean tried to pull his cock out of Ymir just as he was about to cum but Ymir's climax hit first and in her ecstasy she wrapped her legs around Jean and forced him to breed her. Jean shot several thick ropes of cum into her pussy before overcoming Ymir's vice-grip legs and pulling out to shoot the rest on her stomach and tits.

The panting couple just sat there and looked at each other for a few moments.

"You might've *pant* Just *pant* Knocked me up stud"

Jean leaned in over Ymir and planted a kiss on her lips.

"I'm want to change the deal"

Ymir was caught off guard.

"Huh?"

He looked deep into Ymir's eyes.

"You're going to let me fuck you whenever I want"

Ymir smiled.

"Sounds like a deal, partner"