Pairing: Eren/Mikasa
Setting: A sequel to Bad Touch. Takes place a few days after, in chapter 53.
Words:3078
Rating: T (For sexual situations and a little bit of language)
Notes: I was gonna make this a lot more graphic, but it just didn't fit so it is what it is. Anon asked for a smutty sequel to Bad Touch so here it is! It's still smutty don't worry ;D
February 5th - Abs
Mikasa sat herself down in one of the chairs in the living room, waiting for Levi to come in and announce what was on the schedule for the day. A yawn pulled at her lips, as much as she tried to stifle it. The others were in the room as well; Eren and Armin talking on the couch, Jean leaned up near the window, Connie and Sasha trying not to fall asleep on the floor. It was a pretty usual day; except Mikasa couldn't keep her eyes open.
Or on Eren.
Every time he looked over at her, or tried to talk to her Mikasa couldn't even look him in the eyes. She was terrified he'd see the way the heat rushed to her face, the way her mind couldn't focus on what he was saying, that she could only think about that body that was underneath his shirt; it was humiliating. The dreams she kept having were humiliating. He was always hovering over her, his lips on her neck, his hips pressed into hers, his bare chest against her skin. The way he felt under her touch…
"Alright, shit heads, time for your chores."
Mikasa nearly jumped out of her seat when Levi came in the room, leaving her much like waking up from her dreams did: embarrassed and frustrated.
Levi eyed her, but didn't say anything. "Connie and Jean, in the kitchen. I want it cleaned, the dishes done, and the food ready for all day. Go. Sasha and Historia, you get to clean the upstairs rooms. I want them spotless. Don't look at me like that. Armin you'll be helping Hanji today with whatever weird ass things she wants to do."
Mikasa saw Armin give them a pleading look but she knew he wasn't that upset. It was like a battle of the brains whenever he went to help her. Connie and Jean already sulked off to the kitchen and Sasha had dragged her feet up the stairs with Historia close behind. That left…Eren looking over at her.
Please let him split us up. Just for today.
"You two, out back. You're training together today."
Mikasa's heart sunk as she looked over at Levi. He fucking did that on purpose; he was a little more than present during her…bout of weakness the other day and this was payback, she knew it.
"Both of you shits stop looking at me like that. Jaeger, you need to get back working after your few days out of it. Now go."
She pushed herself up to her feet, not bothering to see if Eren was following her out the back door, though the heavy footsteps signaled he was. Just great. Any other day she would have loved to train with Eren, to help her the best way she knew how but now all she could think of the fact she would have to work hand to hand combat with him where she would have to touch him, everywhere, and have his body close to hers, brushing against hers, probably land on top of hers at some point and…
"Been a long time since we did this, huh." Eren's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, but it didn't stop her face from flushing, especially at the thought of him knowing what she was thinking about. Jesus Christ, Mikasa, that's your best friend.
"Yeah," she said, finally turning to face him. The sun was beating down already, making her feel over dressed in her uniform pants, scarf and shirt. They stood a little bit apart on the grass, their safe house a bit in the distance now.
"Ready?" Eren raised his fists with a small smile.
No, she really wasn't. Her mind was still stuck on the opposite of fighting him, her body still reeling from where her mind kept taking her.
"Yes," she answered instead, her own fists up in front of her. Eren came at her without a second word. They had trained together long before they joined the military practicing to get in, so fighting with him was second nature; except when chills went down her spine just because his hand brushed past her stomach or the heat rushing to her stomach because of his warm breath on her neck as he tried to get the upper hand on her. Her mind drifted for one second and she missed her mark on him; she was on her back with him holding her down within a moment.
"Wow, Mikasa." He grinned, his face lingering above hers. "Feeling off today?"
"Shut up," she muttered using all her willpower to push him off. She jumped back up to her feet and went after him without even a breath. Her hands met his blocks as she tried different moves to get around him. He had gotten much better since the last time they had fought, a lot better she'd admit. Still she wasn't losing to him again; even if she did want to see that smile on his face again, feel his face so close to hers, his warm breath.
Mikasa felt her legs get kicked out from under her before her back hit the hard grassy ground. She looked up to see Eren leaning over her.
"Are you sure you're okay? Cause I've never been able to knock you down let alone twice in a row."
"I'm fine, Eren," she said, her teeth clenched together as she ignored his hand and pushed herself up.
Eren eyed her but he didn't say anything else; he turned away taking a few steps away from her. He pulled off his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground.
Really. Really.
As if she was having a hard enough time focusing now he had to take off his shirt too. Eren didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this as he lifted his fists up to face her again. Mikasa steeled herself as he came after her, blocking all his moves, trying desperately to not watch the muscles in his chest and in his arms flex as he tried to land his hits on her.
She managed to get a good hit on him, knocked his balance off. One more well timed hit and it was Eren's turn to have his back on the ground. She barely had time to celebrate her victory though; Eren's hand was wrapped around her wrist, tugging her right down with him. His body cushioned her fall as her hands pressed up against him to sit up.
"Really? You couldn't play fair for once?" Mikasa looked down at him, his chest shaking with laughter.
"Not a chance." He was smiling as he looked at her, much brighter than normal. She felt her lips pulling into a smile. She was so mesmerized by Eren's unusually warm expression that it took her a moment to realize her hands were still on his bare chest, her legs on either side of his hips. She could feel his body radiating underneath her, only making heat flush her own body.
Mikasa pushed herself up from him and turned to walk away, before he could see the way she knew her cheeks had turned red. She didn't look back to watch him get up, just fiddled with the buttons on her shirt before shrugging it off, leaving her in her training bra and she fully intended on blaming her blush on the hot summer day. She chucked her top away like Eren had before turning to face him.
He was back on his feet but his brow was furrowed. "What's wrong?"
"What?" Mikasa eyed him, though she knew Eren saw right through her. "Nothing."
"No, I know you. Something's wrong."
Mikasa didn't say anything; she just took her fighting stance once more. If Eren thought she was gonna tell him she was too distracted by admiring his body he had another thing coming.
He sighed but moved forward to come at her. Mikasa quickly regretted taking off her shirt. Not only could her hands feel his bare skin as she tried to take him down but she could feel his hands on her skin, his skin brushing by her own. Goosebumps followed his touch, chills rolled down her spine. Mikasa tried to keep her head clear, tried to focus. One hit to the stomach, her hand lingered longer that it should have. Her eyes flickered up to his. Big mistake.
Mikasa felt the ground underneath her once more. With a groan she tried to sit up but Eren was hovering over her, his legs on either side of hers. His breath was warm on her face, causing her own breath to hitch in her throat, making Mikasa grasp for rational thoughts.
He arched an eyebrow at her. "Now I know something is wrong. That or you're letting me win, which I wouldn't put past you." His hands were on the ground completely boxing her in. All she really wanted to do was to wrap her arms around his neck and pull his body down with hers, to feel his skin against hers, his hands on her, her lips on his.
"Yeah," she grunted. "You caught me. Get mad at me and I'll leave." She managed to push her way up to her feet, not looking back at Eren as she started to walk back to the cabin. She'd deal with Levi yelling at her for abandoning her job for the day.
"I don't think so." Eren's hand was grasping onto her arm before she could take another step.
"Eren," she said, her eyes still on the cabin. "Let go of me."
"No," Eren said so firmly that it even surprised her. Mikasa looked over to see his eyes on her, his face unwavering. "I'm not doing this. I'm not playing this game with you again, Mikasa. Don't look at me like that, you know exactly what I mean. When neither of us says what's on our mind, only making the other misunderstand and hurt, which in turn hurts you, or me. So no. I'm not doing that shit again."
He was right of course. They always did that to each other for as long as she could remember. She hated it all, but never did anything to change it. She was too afraid of what he would think if she did ever say what was on her mind when it came to him; how much she adored him every day of her life.
"C'mon, Mikasa." His tone was softer, his eyes gentler as his grip loosened on her. "After all the shit we've been through together, you can tell me anything."
Anything. Yeah, she wasn't sure he wanted to hear this "anything", but Mikasa also had a feeling they'd be here all day if Eren didn't get his way. She felt her blood pounding in her ears as she turned to face him. He let go of her, seemingly satisfied she wasn't about to bolt; though the way her heart was beating she wasn't even sure if she wasn't going to.
Mikasa could barely meet his eyes as she took a step forward towards him. Heat rose up to her cheeks probably turning her whole face red. "I just…" What was she supposed to say? This was humiliating but Eren wasn't moving, he still stood firm in front of her. "I…"
For God's sake.
Clearly words weren't doing her any favors today. So she knew there was only one other way to tell Eren just how she had been feeling, though it was more mortifying than words would ever be. She reached both her hands up and gently laid them against his stomach, she could feel him tense up, not expecting that of all things. She hands carefully moved up against his chest, feeling the bumps and dips of his skin, the hard muscle underneath. Her eyes watched her hands as the moved gently across them, heat filling the pit of her stomach.
Mortifying but so worth it.
"Mikasa?" Eren's words snapped her eyes up to his face. He didn't look angry, more like a little confused.
"When we were training the other day," Mikasa breathed, her voice low. "When did you get these?" He hands ran down his chest to his abs, her fingers trailing along him far longer than she needed to for her point.
Eren didn't say anything, but she could feel his chest shaking, she glanced up at him to see him biting back a laugh.
Her horrified embarrassment quickly turned to angry embarrassment. Did he even understand how hard it was to tell him that? To openly show such affection for him? No, everything aside from killing titans wasn't serious to Eren Jaeger; this had been a mistake. She ripped her hands off of him with every intent to just leave and to not look him in the eyes for the next week.
She didn't get very far.
Eren's warm hands were on her back, pulling her towards him so her own hands hit his chest once more. "Is that what's been wrong? Is that why you've been avoiding me?"
Mikasa glanced up at him; he wasn't laughing anymore, but a smile was still tugging at his lips. "Possibly," was the only answer she could come up with before heat flushed her face one more, this time not from touching him but the way his hands against her skin made chills go down her spine.
He didn't say anything for a second, but Mikasa felt his head tilt down to hers, his breath on her ear. "If I avoided you every time I wanted to touch you, we would've never see each other." His hands moved to her sides, goose bumps rising on her skin.
She felt her eyes widening at his words.
"Don't look so surprised," his voice was low, causing her eyes to flicker up to his. His cheeks were tinted red but his hands only held her tighter. "It's not like you haven't been beautiful since the day I met you."
Mikasa wasn't sure if it was her or him, but all she knew in a matter of seconds his warms lips were moving against hers. They should probably talk about this; about what had been said, about what it meant, but Mikasa could only run her hands up Eren's chest till they were wrapped tightly around his neck. He pushed her body into him, the bare skin of her stomach rubbing up against his and causing Mikasa to gasp sharply against his lips.
She pressed herself against him as her hands moved to the back of his head, holding his face to hers and tangling in his hair. Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach at his touch at the way one hand held her firmly to him but the other trailed across her own stomach, much like she had done with him.
This was insane. Anyone from the cabin could see them. Levi could probably see them but Mikasa was finding it hard to care, not when Eren's teeth bit lightly on her bottom lip, not when he moved to deepen their kiss. His hands moved to her back again but they didn't stay there for long. He slowly moved his fingers downward till both hands grabbed onto her ass. Mikasa couldn't have held in her small moan if she wanted to. Her hands moved back down to Eren's neck, where she held onto him tightly, jumping up into the already firm hold he had on her. She wrapped her legs around his waist causing a low noise come from Eren's throat. Still holding her close, he rolled his hips into hers.
Mikasa broke away from his lips with a gasp. Her forehead fell against his as her hands reached up to his face. Those deep blue eyes she knew so well flickering up to hers. She didn't the words. She didn't need to tell him how she felt and she didn't need to hear it from him. After all they had been through, she could tell by a look and she knew he felt the same.
Mikasa pressed her lips back down to his, her hands still holding his face. Eren's hands trailed back up to her back, his hands resting on her bare skin as he held her tightly to him. She felt her body gently rocking against him as he started to walk across the field, his lips never leaving hers. It was all happening fast, but when Mikasa felt her back pressed up against what she assumed was the side of the shed, nothing felt more natural.
His lips broke from hers but only to trail across his face, one hand moving from her thigh to her neck, undoing the scarf around her before he moved his lips down to sensitive skin the scarf normally hid. Mikasa's head hit the back of the shed as her body rolled into his, wanting to feel him against her. She felt his groan against her skin as his hips grinded into hers, pushing her harder in the wall and having her feel his arousal against her core.
"Eren…" she gasped, her back arching into him, toes curling inside her boots. Her mind was hazy, her body flooded with heat and love and desire. His hands gripped onto her thighs, his whole weight leaning on her as she squirmed underneath him, loving the feeling of his skin on hers.
They were supposed to be training. What if…
Mikasa's hands ran through Eren's hair, moving down to his back.
What if someone came looking for them?
He bit carefully at her skin causing her fingers to dig into him.
What if Levi…?
"Eren...?" she said again, this time trying to get his attention.
He hummed a response against her, but didn't look up.
"What if someone sees?"
That seemed to get his attention. He looked up to her, but didn't release his hold on her. "So? Let them. I don't particularly care what they think."
"What if its Levi?"
He paused for a moment, but a grin crossed his face. "Then it will be worth whatever punishment he gives." His lips pressed against hers once more, and Mikasa could only melt under his touch. He was right; she'd clean the house on her hands and knees for this, for him.
It was completely worth it to touch that body of his.