By the next day, Ymir's dick was sore. She had to remind herself not to limp around and to get after Historia. Not only did she eat the last of the pizza rolls but she left a hickey on her shoulder. Connie and Sasha were going to be all over it when gym came.
"Ymir!" Connie was the first to spot her in the morning. He wasted no time to rush up and almost pummel her into the ground as he clung to her back, swatting at her with his fists. To anyone, it looked like she was getting attacked, but it was just the normal greet-and-meet with the little guy.
"Hey! I tried calling you last night! I waited for you to get online so I can whoop your ass!" Sasha cried out. "Ended up just kicking Connie's ass like usual on brawl!"
"Hey! I got you once!"
"Out of luck, buddy. Out of luck." Sasha shook her head.
"Things came up," Ymir snorted, "unlike you chumps I actually have a life, y'know. Can't just sit there and do nothing."
"Oh, did your mom need you to do chores?" Connie asked, dropping from Ymir's back. "My mom usually—"
"You're such a baby," Ymir snickered, noogying his bald head and earning a jab to the ribs. She wheezed, holding her ribs, and seething.
"Chill, dude!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Historia coming from the drop-off zone. Reiner and his clique were waiting there, waiting for their queen bee.
"Historia!" Reiner waved at her and Historia returned the gesture, speeding up to them. It made Ymir's stomach roll when Historia gave Reiner a little hug and said something to him.
They weren't even together…
"What's up?" Sasha asked, putting her arms on top of Connie's head and resting her cheek there. "Ooh! Did Reiner ask Historia out finally? Maybe you were right, Connie!"
"H-huh? Oh! Yeah! Totally!" Connie hastily agreed, nodding his head.
"Doubt it," Ymir muttered. "Historia looks like she just crawled out of bed. If they just went out, don't you think she'd dress nicer and actually put more effort in her make up?"
Unbeknowest to her little group, Historia caught Ymir's gaze and released Reiner with a smile.
"You sure are critical of her! She's the prettiest girl in the school!" Connie mentioned. "Didn't think you'd have a problem with some eye candy, man."
"I don't have a problem. I just hate seeing fake people." Ymir shrugged, walking away and resuming her blissful existence without thinking of Historia. They lived in their separate bubbles and it was an unsaid agreement they'd never mingle those suds together. At first, it hurt a lot but then it just became a 'Historia thing'.
"What, did you ask her out to the dance and get rejected?" Sasha gaped, following after Ymir and jumping around her. "But, then again, Historia never seemed your type…"
"She's just mad because she knows Reiner is going to get laid!" Connie piped and laughed, earning a few knowing smiles from their fellow classmates.
"It's okay, Ymir!" Sasha almost fell right in front of Ymir if the older girl didn't catch her. "You can just ravage me! Connie wouldn't mind!"
"Yeah! Ravage her! You beast!" Connie demanded as Sasha comically batted her eyelashes at Ymir.
"Desu ni, doki doki, senp—YMIR!" Sasha hit the floor with a loud thud.
"You two are embarrassments to humanity."
-x-x-x-
Ymir refused to hang out with the two that day. She was even able to avoid them during gym, too. Even if she had to pair up with that freakzoid Eren. The boy nearly frothed at the mouth upon hearing Jean's name. Better than having Connie and Sasha grilling her all day to know the lucky gal.
"We said we were sorry!" Sasha and Connie playfully pouted from the bus windows. They hung their heads and hands out, making grabby-hands at Ymir. "Forgive us!"
"Yeah, yeah, fine," Ymir smirked, slapping their hands in sloppy high fives. "Just don't pull that weeb shit on me again."
Sasha opened her mouth but Connie covered it with a hand.
"Of course! Game tonight?" Connie asked.
"Sur—actually, maybe not…" Ymir shrugged, causing both of their faces to fall.
"What!? You're skipping out on us, man!? Again!?" Sasha cried. "She's drifting away from us, Connie!"
"A lone plywood at sea—"
"Plywood!?" Sasha teased.
"Don't wait up on me," Ymir went back to going to her car, knowing those two never stopped with their banter. She'd be there all day if it wasn't for the bus schedule.
Ymir actually even began to hum during her walk. She had this song she just couldn't get out of her head—
"Watch it there," a gruff voice came as varisty jacket clad shoulder nearly lopped off her head.
"Hey!" Ymir glared at Reiner as the man walked past to his car. He didn't even stop to apologize or give her another look as his groupie went running to his mustang. Technically, his father's but Ymir wasn't one to point out spoiled brats.
Oh wait.
She was.
"Did you suck daddy's dick for it?" Ymir muttered with her now sour mood, watching his perfect little group hop in.
"Are we picking Historia up for milkshakes?" A girl asked Reiner, sitting practically almost in his lap. Sick bastard.
"Nah. She said she has an appointment today."
Oh?
Ymir felt a swell of smugness rise up in her. So, she wasn't the only one with sex on the mind today. Ymir whistled as she stuffed her hands in her pockets with a cheeky grin.
At least she wasn't the only one. It made it feel less shitty.
-x-x-x-
"Why did I even come here," Historia grumbled, playing with her pen as Ymir copied notes from her textbook. "Reiner and everyone was going to the diner and hitting the drive-in after."
"I have no clue," Ymir absently replied. "You know that studying comes first."
"Oh, shut up!" Historia gave a disgusted click of her tongue. She even threw the pen at Ymir's shoulder.
"Remember," Ymir pulled her nose out of her book, smiling, "your father told me in the fourth grade, when we got out first homework assignment, that I had to ensure you got everything done before he picked you up! It's been a house rule!"
"Whatever," Historia tried to swallow the smile that was itching on her lips. "You know that doesn't apply anymore."
"I take my promises very seriously." Ymir joked as she flipped to another page. She resumed her homework in good nature.
"Why do all this now, Ymir?" Historia whined, leaning across the bed and placing her hands on Ymir's. "Why can't you wait till after…?"
"Because," Ymir shook Historia's hands off, "you will run me dry and I will take a 'nap' and end up sleeping until tomorrow's school bell."
Historia returned her hands to Ymir's and snickered.
"I didn't know I did it that well." She almost purred, trying to grab Ymir's attention.
"Don't get hung up over it." Ymir stopped and looked at Historia. "I do most of the work all the time."
"What?" Historia shot back with a glare. The blonde quickly wrapped her arms around herself, threw her body back onto the mattress and began to gyrate her hips around. "Oh! Historia! P-Please! Go slower! I—I'm going to—Historia! Did you come yet—Historia, I can't last—OH!"
"Shut. Up!" Ymir cracked, red faced, and grabbing the pillow nearby to pretend to smother Historia's face. "Just go to sleep! Sh!"
Historia's laughs were muffled under the pillow as she playfully fought back until she was able to break free, choking on giggles.
"A—Are you into that sort of thin—"the pillow returned to smother her.
"Dear God," Ymir groaned, "I swear I only let you take me so you don't talk."
"That's mean!" She piped, ripping the pillow away, and chucking it off the bed.
Ymir just smirked at her, leaning back on her elbows and winking at Historia. The blonde glanced her up and down.
"Hm. What?" It was Historia's turn to pose seductively on the bed. She kept her knees together but she knew her underwear could be seen from her skirt.
"Y'know." Ymir glanced at her homework and put it off to the side of the bed. "I shouldn't have to even say it."
"What?" Historia didn't waste a second to crawl over, climbing on top of Ymir and grabbing her wrists. She held them down as she lowered her lips to Ymir's jaw. "Let me guess."
She nipped at the skin between her jaw and ear.
"This is another tactic to make me shut up?" Historia chuckled. Ymir shivered at feeling her hot breath drown her ear. It made her mind hazy.
"Sure, but, promise me this—and you better keep it, you promise breaker." Ymir was trying a bit too hard to remain in control. She knew that Historia knew that her ears were her weakness.
"Hm?" She ran her tongue over the shell of Ymir's ear.
"Don't shut up in bed."
-x-x-x-
"Mmh!" Historia was on all fours, head bowed as she panted. The water from the shower was dripping from her damp hair.
"Hah." Ymir pulled her face away, licking her lips.
"W-What?" Historia was too aroused and curious to actually be disappointed when Ymir stopped.
"I can taste your perfume—did you spray perfume on your ass?" Ymir snickered. "You totally did, didn't you?"
"Shut up," Historia was glad Ymir couldn't see her face. "I want everything to be nice, okay?"
"I know, I know," Ymir gently rubbed her hand over Historia's bare ass. It was so soft and smooth. It had to be, like, the smoothest thing ever. Ymir couldn't help it as she brought her face back down to it, kissing a cheek.
Historia tensed up and Ymir rewarded her with a possessive grope as she bit and gently sucked on her skin. She took her time to leave trails of marks up from her butt to her lower back.
"Ymir, don't go too far up," Historia warned, moving away when Ymir tried to kiss the dip of her back. It sent a sour taste going up Ymir's mouth even though Historia smelled sweet.
"Why? Afraid your friends will see?" Ymir wished she didn't say it. She didn't want to fight or start shit or hear shit she never wanted to hear. Historia didn't respond as Ymir took the opportunity to bury her face in Historia's ass. Ymir could feel the girl's hips freeze, trying to restrain their enthusiasm. Half of it was eagerness and the other was to get their minds off of what Ymir said.
Ymir licked at her, teasing with gentle strokes, and roughly dragging her tongue up and down. She knew how Historia liked it, but she didn't want to give Historia satisfaction today. She felt selfish because wasn't it Historia who kept initiating this?
Wasn't it her own fault for giving it up to Historia all the time?
Historia was using her for sex without doing anything in return.
Except, y'know, letting you bang her—a track runner with a killer bod that everyone wants. And you're a helpless gay nerd…
Might as well live it up.
Ymir gave her ass one last swipe of her tongue before pulling away and immediately grabbing the open lubed condom package. She fished it out and slipped it over her finger.
-x-x-x-
"It's so pretty!" Historia whispered in glee. Her small, grubby hands were against Ymir's dirty little sausages that could barely be called fingers. Ymir grinned at Historia, putting their foreheads together and slipping on the quarter machine ring.
"Now you'll have to marry me." Ymir gave Historia a bashful kiss on the forehead as Historia giggled, shying away, and shoving a doll in Ymir's arms.
"And we'll have lots of kids, right?" Historia asked, returning to the playhouse kitchen, pretending to make breakfast. "Shhhh, shhhh! The bacon is sizzling!"
"We'll live in a mansion! And have kids in every room and let them stay up all night and they won't have to do their homework!"
"We'll be the best parents!" Historia agreed.
"And we'll always be together!" Ymir added as she jumped to Historia's side, helping her with the slices of leaves they pretended was bacon.
"I can't wait." Historia affectionately bonked her head against Ymir.
-x-x-x-
"Ah! Ah!" Historia's face was buried in the pillow. Her tits were snugly held by Ymir's large hands as she firmly thrusted into her. She made sure to be as gentle as possible as she felt Historia's breath hitch.
And, boy, was Historia a woman. What a fucking woman.
Ymir could only imagine how other men might react upon hearing that Historia enjoyed anal. Yeah, read it again. She loved it. She got quite hot and bothered with it. However, it could be barely said for Ymir. It was a sadder, less interesting hole that definitely required a copious amount of lube, precaution, preparation, and a condom.
"Y-Ymir!" She groaned into the pillow as her back arched and her fingers were digging into the bedsheets and mattress.
Why am I thinking of this stuff?
Usually, she only ever thought of it after it was said and done, but lately it has been in her mind a lot. Maybe because of the dance coming up and Sasha and Connie kept pestering her about asking someone out…
"H-Historia?" No. Don't say anything.
"F-fuck me!"
She must've not heard. Ymir opened her mouth again but stopped.
No.
Just. Don't.
Historia wasn't the same girl she used to be. She wasn't.
Sex was just sex.