I'm back. Sorry for the long delay. I own nothing. This story is purely smut crack.
Mikasa I
"Well, here it is." The grin that Jean wore on his long face didn't quite encapsulate the whole group. That group is comprised of Jean, Connie, Sasha, and Mikasa herself.
"This is it?" Sasha asked, staring at the rather shabby-looking building still clearly under construction. "I could have been helping myself to some of Niccolo's food by now."
"Some of his meat, maybe," Connie snickered to himself.
"What was that?" Sasha shot a startled look over to the male who had once been shorter than her.
"C'mon, knock it off you two," Jean ordered. "With all that's going on right now, we're hard pressed to get some actual time off. Let's not ruin it or god forbid make a scene and make Captain Levi look bad." While the shorty wasn't present, Mikasa knew that the man would probably find out one way or the other.
"You said you've been here before, Jean?" Mikasa asked, eager to change the subject.
"That's right," Jean nodded and smiled. "Er-, not officially since it wasn't really open before, and the renovations are still coming along so it's only accessible to some higher up's like us, and the people behind its funding - the Reeves Co."
"Reeves?" Why did that sound familiar?
"Yeah, we met the former head of the company, Dimo a few years ago during the uprising," Jean explained.
Oh, that explained it. Mikasa had met the man prior as well when she had held him at swordpoint for blocking the gate with his wagon. Still, he had helped them out later and seemed to actually care for the well-being of his workers.
"Anyway," Jean continued, "since Dimo's gone, his son Flegel has taken over the business and reached out to me not too long ago about stopping by one of these days and I figured, eh, why not?"
"Wow, Sash, Jean-Boy here actually has a friend outside of us," Connie jokingly said.
"He's really growing up," Sasha cooed teasingly.
"Screw you guys," Jean flashed them a rude hand gesture. "Let's just get inside. They got fresh food and good drinks."
As Jean escorted them in, Mikasa was able to see several key areas that still needed refurbishing. It didn't seem major but was still potentially something that would fail an inspection. But they were not the only ones in the building.
There were several members of the Military Police brigade occupying a table by the window, Commander Pixis was present as well along with two of his attendants. The commander had a glass of wine as well as the hip flask that he sipped from. Aside from them, there was the man behind the bar, a handful of serving staff, and a few dozen members wearing Reeves warehouse uniforms.
"See?" Jean asked, spreading his arms. "We practically have the place to ourselves."
That was true, but Mikasa also wished that another person would have joined them tonight. But Eren was so distant as of late, no one could really talk with him, not even her or Armin. It was a truly lonely feeling she felt. As strong as she was, it would help to have a bit of relief or comfort every now and again.
That's when the voice came.
"Jean? Hey, Jean!"
"Huh?" Jean looked over for who had called him. "Oh, hey, Flegel."
Flegel Reeves had emerged from a door leading to one of the backrooms, a large smile on his freckled, doughy face. He waltzed over to where they had grabbed a table. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation out here. It may not be done, yet, but I figured I owed the Scouts a chance to try before anyone else."
"No way it can be better than Niccolo's though," Sasha quietly mumbled.
"Hope you don mind me bringing a couple of friends," Jean pulled out a chair for the wider man to sit. "You remember Sasha and Connie from before, right?"
"Vaguely," Flegel scratched the back of his head. "I remember him being a bit shorter, though."
"What can I say, I'm a late bloomer," Connie smirked as he stretched his long legs.
Jean rolled his eyes. "And there's Mikasa, too. If you remember her at all."
Flegel turned to look at her with what Mikasa presumed to be anxiousness. He blinked his watery brown eyes a few times and swallowed a rather large lump in his throat. His legs even seemed to close in towards himself.
"Uh… I uh, yes. Yes, I do remember Mikasa," Flegel composed himself, but said her name with a bit of… tenderness? "It's just uh… been a long time since I've seen any of you. You guys are basically legends here around Trost."
Jean clapped him on the back. "Don't worry, we haven't let the fame go to our uh, if you wanted to buy the first round of drinks or whatever, you won't hear any complaints from me."
"Or me!" Sasha exclaimed.
"Ditto," Connie said.
Mikasa just nodded.
"Fair enough," Flegel said. "My company is the one providing provisions for this place so I can get us the best discount."
"There it is," Jean laughed, giving Flegel another clap on the back. The Reeves owner laughed along with the other tree as he called a waiter over, stealing a few glances Mikasa's way as he did so.
It was taking every ounce of willpower Flegel had not to get up from the table and make a visit to the restroom or one of the hotel rooms upstairs. He didn't care if they were renovated or not, he was feeling the urge to relieve himself so he might keep some semblance of composure.
When he had invited Jean, he didn't think that he'd bring the Mikasa Ackerman along with him. The person he had desired most for years now was not only in the same building as him but was sitting just a few feet to his side. Whenever he had pictured meeting her again, this was never a scenario, and he had pictured many scenarios involving himself and the oriental girl.
Every time he had pleasured himself late at night, he would imagine that it was Mikasa's hand that was doing the motions, or her mouth, or the heat from her sex. And every time Flegel came, he was disappointed that it was not inside the real Mikasa. It was never a fun mess to clean up, but the journey was better than the destination.
When he would drift off to sleep afterward, he would imagine Mikasa curling her body to the side of his, one of her legs laid across his, as her hand went between her legs to stop any of his spunk from leaking out. Her free hand would wrap around his torso, pulling his face closer to those magically soft breasts of hers. Flegel would sleep with a smile on his face and wake up in the morning with a frown.
But for as much as he lusted for the raven-haired beauty, there was more to his desire than just primal urges. Flegel had long since been intrigued by the concept of Mikasa Ackerman, ever since he found out how she had become acquainted with his father. There was the desire to come to know and understand her more as a person as well. For in all of those sexual fantasies Flegel pictured he and Mikasa in, there was always the constant of them truly being together, growing and caring, even as far as marriage and starting a family of their own.
Oh, what good dreams they were.
And now here they were, sitting right next to each other and all Flegel could do was try to focus on the topic of conversation at hand and not get caught stealing glances Mikasa's way. In fact, screw getting caught looking, Flegel was hoping no one would look over at him or down to his groin and what might be happening down there as he noticed Mikasa's soft lips turn up slightly when that Sasha girl said something of merit.
And when that small smile lingered on her face as those dark eyes of hers flittered over in his direction, Flegel could feel his body get hot from underneath his shirt. That lovely expression wouldn't be one he would be forgetting anytime soon. If they had been alone, and perhaps a few drinks deeper, Flegel honestly thought he would have leaned over to steal a kiss from Mikasa. It was a crazy thought, especially since he had no idea how she'd even react if he did, but if she decided to kill him, Flegel would at least die with a smile on his face.
"Wow. This is some *hic* pretty good stuff," Jean swirled the contents of his mug around, a bit red in the face.
"You might want to ease up there, Jean," Sasha nearly slurred, her face tainted red as well. "I don't want to have to drag you and Connie back." The other male could barely keep his head straight, as it rolled around on his neck.
"Wha's chu sai?" Connie tried to focus.
"Geeze, you really are a lightweight," Jean shook his head. Grabbing his jacket from off the chair, he stood. "C'mon, let's get him back before he makes a mess of this place. Thanks for having us, Flegel."
"Oh, no problem," he nodded. "You're all welcome back anytime." One in particular.
The two helped the drunkest among them to his wobbly feet and all but carried him out of the building. Most of the other military personnel had already left as well leaving behind a few work staff, Flegal and… Mikasa?
Mikasa silently watched as her two friends hauled away a very intoxicated Connie. Now their table was for two. The sudden concept change clearly had some effect on the young Reeves seated beside her.
"Um, are… are you not going to uh… go?" Flegel fumbled with his words.
Mikasa held up her mug. "I've still got nearly a full drink. I'd be a bit rude if I left it unfinished." She took a small sip. It really was quite good. "Besides, someone has to pay the bill. I know you promised a discount, but-,"
"Think nothing of it!" Flegel waved her offer away. "Everything's on me, don't worry about it." He promptly looked away from her. "Besides, it'd be unsightly to make a lady pay for the evening." Color rose to his face when he said that part.
Choosing to ignore Flegel's embarrassment, Mikasa politely nodded and took another small sip. This was actually her third drink of the evening, a bit above what she usually had, but she had never really gotten drunk easily, possibly an effect of her Ackerman blood. She had been lightheaded and tipsy on occasion but always remained in control of her actions.
She set her drink down, licking a few loose drops from the corner of her lips. Glancing over, she saw Flegel looking her way. Their eyes momentarily locked. Flegel looked away almost immediately. Mikasa lightly cocked her head to the side. He had been doing that a lot this evening; sneaking glances her way and turning just as quick.
Despite her noticing, Mikasa never made a move to confront him about it throughout the evening. She could hazard a few guesses as to why. Sasha had told Mikasa on multiple occasions that she was a beautiful girl, and Mikasa wasn't vain enough to disagree. She long suspected that Jean held feelings toward her, but she had never really felt the same in return. There was Eren, but as time went on, Mikasa doubted anything would come from that. He would likely only ever see her as an overprotective sister figure. And the looks Flegel had been giving her were very reminiscent of how Jean first stared at her, and how she knew she stared at Eren.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable, Flegel?" Mikasa asked, prompting the young man to look over at her again.
"Erm, how do you mean?" Flegel asked.
"You don't seem as talkative as you did before," Mikasa observed.
"Oh." Flegel seemed relieved at that. "No, uh, I just didn't know if me making conversation or not would be awkward or not."
"Why would you think that?" Mikasa asked.
Flegel looked a bit stunned. "I guess that you just look… a little quiet. Not that there's anything wrong with that!" he quickly added.
"Hm. I guess that I am." Mikasa watched him. "I guess that most people find it pretty off-putting, though."
"L-like I said, there's nothing wrong with that!" Flegel tried his best to assure.
"I didn't say you," Mikasa reminded. "But thank you for the consolation."
Flegel blinked twice before nodding. "...Anytime." He took a swig from his drink.
"... These drinks really are good," Mikasa admitted out loud after another sip from hers.
Flegel nodded along. "I'm glad you like it. Some brewers from inside Wall Rose have been working on adding honey to some of their brews to make it sweeter."
"Oh, I thought I tasted some," Mikasa recalled her first sip of the evening. "I was always an enjoyer of sweeter things."
"I can, uh, talk to the makers and see if my company can deliver some to the Survey Corps headquarters," Flegel shyly offered.
"That's very generous, but you don't have to go through the trouble," Mikasa dismissed.
"No, no trouble at all!" Flegel insisted. "It's actually, the least I could do for you."
"For me?" Mikasa questioned. Now she was just curious.
"...Yeah, for you," Flegel met her gaze before shying away. "Mainly for my father."
"Dimo Reeves," Mikasa recalled.
Flegel nodded. "I heard about what happened when the titans attacked Trost. He was blocking the way and people couldn't get out. Not until you showed up." So he knew about that story. Maybe his interest in her wasn't solely based on infatuation.
"Your father still helped the scouts out later," Mikasa reminded. "I'd say that more than makes up from before."
"I don't think its enough," Flegel argued. "My old man wanted me to lead after him when he passed, he wanted me to be even better than he was. I... I don't know. I guess I just feel that I have to. Expectations are holding me to it."
Mikasa didn't say anything to that at first. "...Then I guess I can relate to you."
"Y-you can?"
She nodded. "Those Hizaru diplomats that are on the island now, I suspect that they want me for something. Even though I don't really know them, I do share their blood. I suspect that they'll try to use me for something, or maybe the military will turn me over to them if it'll benefit them unless I find a way to get around their plans."
"What kind of plans?" Flegel asked.
"I guess Hizaru would try to convince the military to turn me over to them so I could marry one of their nobles," Mikasa confessed. It really isn't any different than what Historia was expected to go through with.
"That's ridiculous!" Flegel expressed. "You're a hero to the people, why would they do that?"
"Security, I guess. If it means that Paradis will gain an ally in the war, why wouldn't they agree."
"Still, that isn't right," Flegel shook his head. "If you don't want to go through with that, you shouldn't. My company has sway, I'll try and convince them to not."
Such a genuine statement honestly shocked Mikasa. Her eyes widened slightly. "I... appreciate that. But I think it'll take more than words to sway them."
"Then what would?" Flegel asked, eager to assist.
Mikasa had thought about it, and one way would most definitely throw a wrench in any plans Kiyomi might have for her. There was the option of getting married before anything could happen, and if she could get pregnant with a child, too, would be even more effective of stopping whatever claim Kiyomi might try an invoke. But she didn't tell that to Flegel. She didn't even know why she had told him this much before. She wasn't drunk, Mikasa was well aware of all she was doing.
Perhaps she just wanted to connect with someone who might understand. Eren wasn't really talking to anyone anymore, and Armin spent most of his free time staring at a crystalized Annie. While Jean and the others were her friends, she didn't want to make them worry about what she was going through. At least Flegel could somewhat understand the weight of expectation.
"...Hard to say. I don't really want to talk about it now." He nodded in understanding. "And I suppose I owe you an apology as well."
"What for?"
"For the death of your father." While Mikasa didn't have a good first impression of the man, he did prove himself to be a decent man after.
"You didn't have anything to do with that," Flegel met her gaze, not flinching this time. "I've already forgiven the scouts. Even my mother and sister don't blame you guys anymore."
"I didn't know you had a sibling." Mikasa really didn't know much of anything about him.
"Yeah, she's a few years younger than me. Kinda reserved. You'd like her."
"I bet I would. I always wanted a younger sibling. I guess I just wanted a big family, overall."
Flegel smiled into his drink. "Yeah, I guess I do, too."
Things actually seemed to be going good. Sure they were awkward at first, but when seated next to the woman he had been admiring for years, why wouldn't he be nervous. But when Mikasa opened up a bit more and actually started talking, Flegel wondered why he was even worried to begin with.
Mikasa was quiet, sure, but that just added to the mystery around her that he wanted to crack. Underneath her stoic demeanor was just a regular girl. A regular girl whom he was in love with. So when he told her a story of the time he and his sister had shaved off their father's mustache, Flegel was beyond pleased to see Mikasa laugh into her drink, pulling it away to dab at some of the spilled beverage, a gentle smile gracing her small, perfect lips.
Now, Flegel was well into his fourth drink, and here they were, practically alone. Had that not been one of his fantasies? But this was real life. He took a large gulp of his own beverage. Screw it.
Before Flegel could think of what might happen, he leaned over. His lips connected with Mikasa's, encasing them in time with that beautiful smile she had.
He had done it. He had kissed Mikasa Ackerman. He was still Kissing Mikasa Ackerman.
After Flegel had gotten the courage to do so, he had not pulled away instantly. How could he? Mikasa's lips were soft and sweet, tasting so much like the sweet drink she had been enjoying, but also a taste that was beyond anything manmade. Flegel didn't know what else to do, but keep embracing her lips with his own.
And after what seemed like an eternity, Mikasa made a muffled, "Nn?" Well, at least Flegel would be able to die with a smile.
But a fatal punch never came. What did was Mikasa moving her own lips against his own.
Flegel could hardly believe it. He didn't mean to be a creep and open his eyes while kissing, but when he did, he saw that Mikasa's eyes were shut, Flegel closed his and began moving his larger lips in tandem with Mikasa's. And as much as Flegel was enjoying his kiss with Mikasa, he sought to touch her as well.
His hand came out and gently brushed the side of Mikasa's porcelain features. His thumb traveled along a faint scar under her eye. He cupped the side of her face, pulling her deeper into their kiss. When Flegel's tongue came to brush along Mikasa's lips, to further taste her, he was in for a surprise when his tongue accidentally slipped between her lips and briefly entered her mouth.
"Ghn?!" they both seemed startled and opened their eyes. And Flegel was met by the mesmerizing stare of Mikasa's beautiful gaze. Flegel wasn't sure which of them moved first, but their shared embrace ended after that.
Mikasa sat stoicly in her seat, eyes locked onto him. Flegel could feel all the blood running to his face and his crotch. He began blustering. "M-Mikasa, I-I, I'm really sorry! I wasn't thinking, I had too much to drink and I-,"
"You wanted to kiss me for a long time, didn't you?" Mikasa assessed.
"I..." what was even the point of denying it? "Yes. Yes, I've wanted to for a long time. Even since I first heard of you, in fact." He looked down to his lap. He heard the sound of Mikasa's chair scraping against the floor as she stood.
Figures. What shot did an overweight coward like him have with someone like Mikasa Ackerman anyway?
"What are you doing?" Mikasa asked him. Flegel looked up to see her staring down at him. Her face was dusted with red.
"W-What do you mean?" Flegel asked.
"This place has upstairs rooms, doesn't it?" Mikasa asked.
Flegel thought that his heart would actually burst from his chest when she said that. "Y-yeah. Some of them are fully furnished and-,"
"Would you like to come, then?" Mikasa offered a hand. A hand that Flegel took.
"You're sure you're not drunk?" Flegel asked for the fifth time as he fumbled with the keys for one of the furnished rooms.
"I'm fully aware of my actions," Mikasa said the same as she did since they exited the downstairs restaurant. Flegel unlocked the room and opened it for them to enter. "Mind locking it behind us?" He did, but hesitantly, no doubt thinking that she still might murder him.
"It's just... you know what the implications might be, right?" Flegel asked.
"Would they be wrong?" Mikasa asked. That promptly shut up whatever Flegel was going to say.
"I mean... as long as you want to," Flegel said. "Do you want to?"
Mikasa certainly wanted relief after all the crazy shit going on in their world, that was for sure. She had pleasured herself on occasion after learning how from some of the older girls during training. There was no shame in that, most everyone did so, both girls and boys alike, Mikasa was no different. But to actually do the act with someone she barely knew... well, no she did know him to an extent. Despite being awkward, Flegel was a sweet guy at heart. Besides, Mikasa could be considered plenty awkward herself.
And there was that nagging thought in the back of her mind, the idea she had about getting out of whatever plan Kiyomi might have for her. She didn't know if Flegel was the right guy for that, but... maybe she'd consider this night a test run of sorts. Flegel obviously adored her, and if Mikasa found his performance satisfactory... she might not have to worry much longer.
In response to Flegel's question, Mikasa began to unbutton her shirt, shrugging it off her shoulders. She kicked off her shoes and bent to pull her pants off. It wasn't long before Mikasa stood in her black bra and panties and red scarf before a gaping Flegel. Mikasa raised an eyebrow.
"I hope that you don't mean to keep me waiting like this."
Nodding frantically, Flegel threw off his jacket, and kicked off his own shoes, but hesitated when it came to his shirt. "Um..."
"Something wrong?" Mikasa stepped over to him.
"Not... not really," Flegel fiddled with a button on his shirt. "It's just... I'm not exactly... fit." He glanced at her well-toned body.
"Oh." Mikasa looked down at her own muscles. "You know, I've never found my muscles to be attractive."
"Huh?"
"When I used to read stories or even see women men think are the best, none of them really look like how I do."
"I think you look perfect," Flegel blurted out. Mikasa felt heat rise to her face.
"Thank you. Besides, most men aren't too fit anyway. Not even all military guys are." That seemed to have some effect.
"If you say so." He started to unbutton. "Just... promise not to laugh."
"Promise," Mikasa agreed easily enough. The way he said it made Mikasa believe Flegel had been bullied at one point or another about his appearance.
When Flegel did remove his shirt, he wasn't anything to gauke over, but Mikasa didn't need him to be. When he pulled down his pants, he left his underwear on, giving Mikasa a glimpse of the tent he had been pitching. Now it was just two awkward people staring at their half-naked forms.
"I know I said it once, but you really are beautiful, Mikasa," Flegel confessed, stepping closer to her.
Mikasa smiled. "Thank you."
Flegel blushed, and repeating what he had done earlier, cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Mikasa closed her eyes and allowed Flegel's larger lips to engulf hers. Mikasa didn't mind too much, she wouldn't say Flegel was a good kisser, but it did kind of tickle her. And she did get a feeling of butterflies in her stomach whenever his tongue would brush against her lips.
Plus it was a little awkward to kiss standing up as Mikasa had to lean her head down a bit on account Flegel was shorter than her. But when Flegel's tongue softly pushed into her mouth again, Mikasa gave another muffled, "Mn!" suddenly not caring about her being taller. Flegel seemed aware of that fact and was working on trying to show her that he was ready to pleasure her.
Mikasa began walking backwards, wrapping an arm around Flegel's head to keep their lips locked. She felt her knees hit the side of the bed and moved to sit down. Flegel followed her every move as Mikasa slid back to allow Flegel to hover over her. Disbelief filled his watery eyes as he took in the sight of Mikasa before him. She wondered if Flegel was experienced with other women. He was a year or two older than her, so he probably was. But based on how he was acting, any experience he had was probably either short or the other girl did most of the work.
"I like that you're looking into my eyes," Mikasa confessed. Flegel was oggling her near-naked body, but he would always send gazes to her eyes.
"You have really pretty eyes," he said. "You have really pretty... everything, really." That elicited a small chuckle from Mikasa.
"And what would you like to do with one of my pretty everything?" Mikasa asked, waiting to see how he would proceed.
Flegel thought it over for a minute before moving his body down so his head was hovering over Mikasa's toned stomach. He planted a light kiss to one of her abs, and then another. And another. And so on.
He began moving down, trailing kisses down her abdomen and to her pelvic region. He planted a series of kisses there, stopping only when his wet lips brushed against the fabric of her underwear. Flegel sent a questioning look up. "Is it ok if I...?"
"Go for it."
Nodding, Flegel made ready to take her panties off, but stopped his hands as they brushed against her creamy thighs. His teeth gently pinched the black fabric and flegel moved his head back. Mikasa moved her legs to assist him in removing one of the last threads of clothing she had on. Flegel neatly set her panties aside and looked down at Mikasa's exposed womanhood.
Just like the rest of Mikasa, her pussy looked perfect. Lowering his head back down, Flegel could feel the heat that came from that spot between her legs. He was a little disappointed that Mikasa didn't appear wet down there, but could he really blame her? He would have to fix that.
Sending one last look up at Mikasa, Flegel planted a kiss to her netherlips. He felt Mikasa's thighs tighten at his ministration. So he gave another, this one a bit more drawn out. He kissed her vaginal lips left right and center, some short, some long. And when he felt he had a good sense of what he was doing, Flegel even started dragging his tongue across them.
Mikasa lightly gyrated her hips when he did so and Flegel gave himself a mental pat on the back for having an effect on the beauty before him. He continued on with his kissing and licking, going so far as to stick his tongue inside of Mikasa's entrance. "Hnn!" He heard her stiffle a moan.
As Flegel continued to administer kisses and licks, he felt something brush against the top of his head. Briefly pausing, he saw that it was Mikasa's hand. She was moving her hand around just above of where he was pleasuring her. Figuring out what she was doing, Flegel pulled his head away from her netherregion and took her hand in his own, stopping her ministrations.
Mikasa glanced down at him. "Why did you-? AahhhHHh!" Mikasa let out a noticeable moan as Flegel began to pleasure her clit with his mouth and tongue as he had did to her pussy.
"Let me pleasure you here," Flegel paused to assure her. "It's the least I can do." Mikasa bit her bottom lip and nodded for him to continue, throwing her head back as Flegel continued to stimulate her clit.
Flegel knew most guys didn't bother eating out their girls, but he was a heavy guy, and Mikasa was a delicious girl. He had no problems lowering himself so that his dream girl could receive pleasure. Afterall, who could really say that they got to do this kind of sexual act with the invincible Mikasa Ackerman? To his knowledge, only him. So Flegel continued to eat away at Mikasa.
After a little more oral stimulation, Flegel moved away from Mikasa's clit and to the region below. To his great delight, he saw that she was now wet. Going back to eating away at Mikasa's wettened pussy, Flegel freed one of his hands from Mikasa's thighs and used that to continue to stimulate her clit.
"O-ooohhhhhhh~" came the sound of Mikasa's moans from above. Flegel could feel the muscles in her body tighten and contract to the ministrations he was providing to her. He heard the mattress creak as Mikasa's back began to arch, felt the sheets move as Mikasa clenched them in her hands. Outside, she was a mighty soldier, here, she was a normal girl getting pleasured in the best way possible.
"I-, Ahhhhhhhhh~" Mikasa was unable to finish as a single moan overtook her. And below, Flegel felt the effects.
As he had continued licking away, a sudden wave of taste and euphoria erupted inside of his mouth. Flegel found himself lapping up the sweet nectar Mikasa had stored away inside of him. And her honey tasted better than whatever could be found in a drink. He continued to lap it up as Mikasa sought to give him more of her honey. Not until after did it click with him.
Mikasa Ackerman just came. I just made Mikasa Ackerman orgasm! I made Mikasa orgasm with just my mouth! Such were thoughts that Flegel had only dreamed of. But here they were, coming true.
Flegel propped himself up to stare into the hazed eyes of his new lover. "Mikasa?" he tenatively asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
Mikasa took a few deep breaths before sitting up. Her dark, stormy eyes, clouded over in lust. "Let me show you."
She had him pinned down in a second, her hands cupping the side of his face as she moved to kiss him this time. Her body grinded against his own as Mikasa gyrated her hips against his crotch. Her wet pussy stroked the covered length of his manhood. It took everything Flegel had to not just spill his load right there. But he would hold it. They both knew what was to happen next.
Mikasa found herself glad that Flegel had seen to her pleasure before anything else. While he was far from what many would consider attractive, he was not a selfish lover by any means. He was impressing her. For that, Mikasa decided on a reward.
She pulled away from their make out session, Flegel cupping her face, seeking more kisses with her. Mikasa shook her head. Instead, she reached around behind her and undid the clap securing her bra. She slipped the loose fabric off and hovered over Flegel, completely exposed. His brown eyes went as wide as dinner plates as he reached his meaty hands out, but hesitated.
Mikasa leaned forward, her lips against his ear. "Go on. It's the least I can do." She finished by lightly biting his lobe.
With Mikasa's permission, Flegel reached out and cupped each of her large breasts in his hands. Mikasa didn't even flinch as Flegel was gentle in his fondling like he was afraid that he might break a soft spot on her otherwise hard body. He seemed quite fascinated with her breasts as he stopped looking at her for permission and gave each a light yet firm squeeze.
Mikasa gyrated her hips against his crotch and bit her lip as Flegel continued to fondle her breasts. He sat up straight, bringing his face up so that he could plant and trace sloppy kisses along the surface of her pale mounds, even taking one of her nipples in his mouth and began to lightly suck at her teat.
"Mmmnn~" Mikasa let out another moan as Flegel imitated a large infant the way he sucked at and pleasured her breast.
He flicked her other nipple with his thumb, continuing to fondle her.
"You like my breasts?" Mikasa asked.
"Hm?" Flegel had to force himself away from her soft mound of flesh. "Yes!" He agreed, planting another kiss to her boob. "They're perfect, just like the rest of you! Mmmmm~" Flegel buried his face between her breasts, intent on kissing every bit of flesh he could on Mikasa's body. With great reluctance, Flegel began trailing his kisses upward, past her clavicle and up to her neck.
His lips were met with the red fabric of her scarf. "Is it okay if I...?" he reached out a hand to undue the scarf from around her neck. She stopped him.
"If it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep my scarf on."
"Um... ok."
Now he probably thinks that she has some sort of fetish tied to her scarf. She didn't, at least, she didn't think so. But it reminded her of Eren, someone she wanted to do all this stuff with. Everything she had just done, was stuff she had imagined them doing together. And while that did sound weird and selfish, she hadn't found it in her to commit to Flegel fully just yet. Until then, the scarf stayed.
"But let me make it up to you," Mikasa declared. Before Flegel could ask, Mikasa's hand went down and gripped his length by the fabric of his underwear.
"Y-you're ready for that, Mikasa?" Flegel nervously asked.
"You've seen all of me. I want to see all of you."
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Flegel relented. "O-ok. Alright. Just don't judge me."
"Why would I...?" before Mikasa could finish, Flegel had freed himself. "Oh."
Mikasa had heard girls before talk about men and the difference in sizes that they had. Some were short, others were longer and more slm. And others were more girthy. She had never really given that much thought until now when she was trying to find a way to categorize what she was staring at. Mikasa settled on just big. She was staring at a big cock. One that would be inside of her very soon.
"M-mikasa?" Flegel asked.
"Hm? Y-yeah?" Mikasa tore her gaze away and to a nervous Flegel.
"It isn't too much, is it?"
Mikasa leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "No." Her hand went down to stroke his length from stem to the bulbous mushroom-head tip. "You're perfect."
Steeling her nerves, Mikasa gripped Flegel's monstrous length and positioned herself above his cockhead. His penis easily parted her folds as the tip of his head entered into her. With small, gentle gyrations of her Hips, Mikasa worked on taking more of his length inside of her. Flegel moved his hands to her hips and helped ease her down onto his cock.
It took some getting used to, but was made easier that Mikasa's hymen had been broken long ago when she had first begun training. It made it so much easier for Flegel's length to pump up into her, taking her, claiming her, filling her up to the very brim with his being. "Mf!" Mikasa audibly gasped once Flegel had reached all the way inside. The fullness of his cock, complimented well by the tightness of her vaginal walls. If one of them didn't move now, Mikasa thought that they might be stuck like this forever. Which then again... there were worse ways to be stuck.
Mikasa observed Flegel as she worked on the strength to move. His face was near priceless! It was like he couldn't even believe that this was happening to him. They were both reminded of their new reality when Mikasa began to move up his cock, stopping only when she felt the bulbous head remained. When Mikasa felt that, she sent Flegel an assuring wink before she began to gyrate her hips at the head of his cock.
"Ohhh~ fuck yeah!" Flegel moaned out as his sausage-like fingers gripped Mikasa's hips tighter as she continued her hypnotic hip movements. And just when Flegel thought he had her rhythm figured out, Mikasa suddenly dropped down, allowing the full length of his manhood back into her tight embrace.
"Ghnnmmm~" both of them moaned at the intense feeling. And that became Mikasa's pattern. She would lift herself up just to the tip, and stimulate Flegel with her gyrations from side to side and front to back before dropping down and taking up all inside of her.
It was simple enough and pleasurable for both of them. Plus by doing this, Mikasa got to feel Flegel's length all the way inside of her. For as big as his cock was, Mikasa didn't find it too hard to take him once she got used to the feeling, and it was a feeling she was growing to enjoy very much. It was as if Flegel's cock was designed to fit just for Mikasa. And she would take it.
He was doing it. He was actually doing it. Flegel was actually fucking Mikasa!
It seemed like a dream. He feared he would wake up with his dick in his hand, but the feeling now was too real to be any dream. The most beautiful girl in the world was on his lap, riding his cock for all she was worth and taking it all with gusto. And the best part? Mikasa actually seemed to be enjoying it.
With the mews and moans she would make each time she would bottom out on his cock, Flegel noticed the small smile that would grace her mouth as she took him all the way down. And it wasn't so much that she wanted to be fucked and enjoying it, but it was that she was enjoying him. Mikasa enjoyed fucking him.
With that in mind, Flegel gripped her hips tighter, and Mikasa went to drop down, Flegel thrust his own hips upward to match her.
"Ghnnn!" Mikasa's eyes went wide as Flegel was able to push a little deeper into her sacred cavern.
"Sorry," Flegel apologized, not wanting to hurt her.
"Don't be. Do that again." And so he did.
Flegel fucked up as Mikasa fucked down. They fucked in tandem, they fucked hard, they fucked each other. And with every motion that they made together, Flegel could feel just how tight Mikasa truly was. She was like a vice, her muscles gripping onto his impressive cock, and trying to milk him for all he was worth. And he could feel it. Flegel could feel his release coming.
And while Flegel did want to give Mikasa his seed, he didn't wish to so so like this.
"Mikasa, I... I..."
"Y-yes, Flegel?" Mikasa slowed down ever slightly.
"I... ah fuck it."
In a move that surprised both of them, Flegel managed to roll them over so Mikasa was now laying down and he was over her. Aside from confusion, Mikasa's eyes held traces of being impressed. With his hands still gripping her hips, Flegel began to thrust his hips forward, seeking to give Mikasa more of his cock, to fuck her senseless, to show her he was a good lover, to claim her as his so she might do the same.
"Hrrn! Hnngh! Hnnrh!" Flegel grunted as he hammered away in Mikasa's tight pussy, bottoming out every time, seeking to push beyond.
"Mfffnn~ Gnnn~ Ahhhnnn~" Mikasa moaned in response to his sudden dominant turn. But she took it. Mikasa allowed herself to be fucked by Flegel's cock. And through her moans, Mikasa sent a lustful smile up at him. Flegel had to stretch, but he leaned down and claimed Mikasa's lips with his own once again.
"I'm... I'm getting close, Mikasa," Flegel warned as he broke their kiss. "I don't have anything. Are you on something?"
"Nng~" Mikasa shook her head. Feeling his release ready to burst, Flegel made a move to pull out of Mikasa completely. He was stopped when Mikasa's legs wrapped around his hips, trapping him in place.
"M-mikasa?" Flegel was surprised. "A-are you sure? What if you get pregnant?"
"Don't worry about that," Mikasa told him. "Keep on fucking me, Flegel. I want it~"
And with those words from Mikasa, it was enough to send Flegel over the edge. He gripped her hips tight and pulled her body closer to his as his thrusts. And his vision went white. "I'm... I'm coming... Mikasaaaaaaahhhhh~"
With a few final, mighty thrusts, Flegel released his generous seed deep inside Mikasa's tight pussy, filling her to the brim and more. He release was so great that some of his seed trickled out from where their sexes were still merged, and Flegel still felt that he could cum some more. And when Mikasa weakly moved her hips in a final gyration, Flegel felt his cock twitch a few more times inside of her, gifting Mikasa more of his seed.
After that, Flegel felt himself give out, as he collapsed next to Mikasa, his cock nearly slipping out as it shot a few more strange of strong, hot spunk inside her filled pussy. "Oh fuck~" Flegel said as he adjusted himself, careful not to separate his cock from Mikasa quite yet. She was so tight and warm that he wanted to savor the feeling.
Mikasa took a few deep breaths. The lust in her eyes fading away. "That was... that was..." she seemed to be at a loss for words.
"You were amazing," Flegel assured her, seeking to pull her body closer to his own. She didn't resist. Her boobs pressed against him felt better than he could have ever dreamed. Mikasa shifted a little and Flegel felt his limp cock spring free from Mikasa's hot embrace. He was a bit sad, but his mood shot back up as Mikasa moved a hand down to stop any of his seed from spilling out. "Sure you won't regret this in the morning?"
Mikasa stared straight into his eyes. "Let's find out in the morning."
With one last shared kiss, they drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a safe future ahead and the desire to see the seed grow. Flegel could almost picture what his child with Mikasa would be like if his seed were to take. He put a hand on her toned stomach. Mikasa felt him do so, but made no move to stop. It seemed her path ahead was clear enough. Flegel would suffice.
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