I'll probably take a short break from this collection after this chapter; I have some requests for 1st/2nd person Character x Reader stories that will make up a new collection.
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T/W and tags: Romantic/intimate, conversation & light angst, cum swallow.
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I am a bit unsure of the angst in this one, so let me know your thoughts. It came up naturally as part of writing (unplanned), but still feels a tad forced because I have writer's leniency with not describing his thoughts more in-depth.
Mikasa feels Eren's fingers skimming under the covers, the bedsheets raising in advance of his motion. A single, smooth motion wraps his arm over her side, between her breasts, and latching his hand to her collar bone.
A gentle tug and some shuffling of his own closes the distance between their bodies. She can feel him grumble groggily as his face sinks into the space between her head and chest, burying itself in the superb, warm feeling of extensive skin-to-skin contact with much of her body. The pair can still feel the distant, dull ache of a previous night of love making over their conjoined, naked bodies.
He mumbles something incoherent, still very groggy as the words fall from his lips in a deep, choppy lull. Mikasa feels her heart rise in her chest, tickled by his intimacy and from his attempting to speak through his morning grog.
But he doesn't stop there.
His legs sweep over the bed and spoon into hers, his knees bending to fit the contours of her legs under the toasty covers. The arm over her chest contracts just a bit more, Eren shaking his body to shimmy out the last few pockets of air between his chest and her back.
Their skin touches nearly completely from head to toe.
Mikasa hums intimately. Easily drawn into the full body contact from the first moment of wakefulness. Her head skips toward him slightly.
"Mmm.." she starts, the progressive awareness of his body touching hers floating through mind. "Good morning, Babe." Mikasa's eyes bat open and shut a few times, buzzing pleasurably as she speaks. Her hand slides through the layers of fabric until it can crook around his arm over her chest.
Eren continues shifting his body, chasing out any spaces between them.
Her head nods against the pillow as the warm feeling of his body soaks into her from head to toe.
His tone cheery, but still deep and choppy, "Good morning, my love." Their hair intermingles even more as he oscillates his head against hers, rubbing their cheeks together for a few seconds before he stops and look into her eye with a passionate embrace as she turns to meet him.
Her lips pucker a bit as their eyes meet. Legs shift slightly, her lower leg parting his and slipping behind them as tension builds in her body.
She flips herself around, facing him. Solidifying her leg between his, she runs a hand up between the pair until she can rustle his hair thoughtfully. A content grin greets her as her eyes loose themselves in the bosom of blue-green sea-colored eyes directly in front of her.
Eren's arm shifts to her lower back, a loving tug pressing their abs together as his legs twist around hers more fully. She watches as his head creeps forward on the pillow, eyes sparking together as the distance steadily closes.
His lips part ever so partially the moment before their lips touch.
Mikasa immediately leans into the kiss, showering in the intense intimacy of their privacy. She feels the hand on her back skirt down to her hip, his fingers delicately pressing into her as he enjoys the moment, too. Heated bodies pressed to one another in a loving, committed embrace.
He breaks the kiss, backing away just slightly as his hand falls a little farther down "This," he squeezes her gently, the groggy morning fog in his voice still present, "This, is mine." A broad, genuine grin spreading over his face as he feels the proverbial weight on his chest tingle with a superfluous, lighthearted embrace. The tip of a finger brushes over her butt as his lips meet with hers in another flirty dance.
Mikasa breaks the kiss, but immediately reconnects with him. Several shuffles of her head back and forth as she enjoys each kiss anew. The grin on his face grows, feeling the same joy creeping though his mind as she.
His hand loosens absentmindedly, coasting over her butt until his wild hand feels her private skin.
He feels her legs tense up, recognizing where his hand has fallen.
Eren wraps both arms around her and rotates the couple to the side until she lays atop his body. An ecstatic smile shoots through her lips, biting together at the end as she composes a subtle rock of her hips over his abs – his heat soaking through her and spinning up the intimately reserved engine between her legs.
But Eren is still kissy, his arms flowing up and down her back as he revels in the feeling of her curves both below his hands and her weight resting on him with a stimulating reassurance. Their lips sink into one another once more, the impassioned morning energy filling the both of them without fail.
His hands briefly stop, one on her flank and another aside her breast. Her lips firm as she feels his hands electrifying the will spontaneously flashing up and down parts of her body.
Resuming their pace as he recognizes his idleness, he feels her weight shift around. Her body presses into him with a growing fervor, the hot feeling rising through her chest and surfacing into the skin of her breasts. She can feel the insides of her thighs tingle expectantly.
Her hands plant beside him and she slips her hips backwards, tightly entrapping his growing mass between her legs. He feels the anticipation leap through his chest, consolidating in his genitals with a sensitive flush. Seconds pass; their eyes never moving from one another as the tension builds precipitously.
Mikasa's head rolls around slightly, the taunting stimulation of his shaft pressed against her absolutely buzzing through her head. But Eren can anticipate her shifting.
His arms wrap around her, adamant and firm; twisting himself around and her with him until she lays on her side of the bed again. He jumps up, resting on his knees in front of her as he pulls her legs up together and folds them to her chest. The moment she feels her knees press against her breasts, Eren leans forward, resting his chest on her shins and applying just enough weight to encourage her to follow his lead.
He takes her arms in hand and skirts them up the bedspread until her hands lay buried under the pillow holding her head. Arms and hands mirror hers, touching as much of their flesh together as is possible in the position he has chosen. His knees briefly squeeze her thighs together, affirming she is tight and inviting.
He rubs his engorged skin up from the tight valley between her legs and over the sensitive skin on the inside of either of her thighs. Her head tips back into the pillow, biting her lip as the sensation stimulates her whole body.
Eren's head tips forward, closing the distance between them until their breathing heats the limited air between them in an instant, "Who's my slut?"
Mikasa hums exuberantly, her eyes rolling around in bliss before he's even penetrated her. "Mmmhmm.. Mee…" she trails off, fully expecting to feel the sudden rush of his cock within her. But it doesn't come.
His body contracts around her, arms first feeling the inside of his biceps brush against her shoulders and catching the tickle of a few stray hairs. His hips close even tighter to hers, chest pressed firmly to her legs.
"Hey," his voice soft, tender, the morning fog mostly faded from his throat now, "Look at me." Their eyes already locked together, minus the few brief moments where her eyes would roll back into her head as her mind danced around in the blissful feeling of their bodies wrapped together.
Her cool grey eyes open widely, then simmer down to an uncomfortable look as she waits for his thrust with a crushing anticipation. Their eyes homogenize, deftly seeking and holding the other's attention.
Slowly, gradually he sinks himself into her.
Her chest expands with a breath mirroring his advance; slow, powerful, inseparable. Her eyes shrink under her eye lids as the intense pleasure fills her mind, the slightest tear welling up against the push of her eyelids in each eye before they finally retreat – her mind reasserting itself. A whimper evacuates her lips as the second last inch of him stimulates her complete engagement with the same firm, consistent push into her.
Eren can feel her arms flex uncontrollably. He lets his head fall forward, briefly touching their foreheads together until withdrawing and speaking again; barely a whisper, "Who's mine?"
Mikasa responds without hesitation, eyes barely open under the flood of sensitivity from between her legs, a thick "I amm" drooping from her lips at the same pace as the last inch of him buries within her walls.
Eren groans audibly, his mind refocused on the stubborn attention of her tight, wet walls griping every cell he gives her. Her mind is little different; engrossed in the spreading sensation of his mass pressed deep within her, spreading over her body like an unstoppable ooze. She feels him pull out, the tip of his head leaving her confines. She whines, heartily desperate for nothing but more of his embrace.
Eren gives it to her, sinking himself back into her with a single motion. Her chest ripples.
Out, and back in.
Her whine returns, growing to an audible whimper.
Out, and in.
Her chest buzzes, the whimper growing to a closed moan.
Out, and return. A shade more force.
Her arms flex and legs tension against his compressions. He enjoys the feeling of her body reacting to him.
Out, and back in. Another step of force.
The slow, deliberate pace is too much for her. Or rather, too little.
"Just. Give it to me," she whines, looking up at him through desperate eyes. "All of it. All of you." She continues, goading him on in a way she knows he won't resist, "Fill mee… I want itt…" Her fingers lace between his, digging into the back of his hands, "Give it to meee…" Her chin dips toward her chest, eyeing him, marshalling against his resistance.
But he does resist, however briefly.
Only one more swing of his hips into her at a similar pace as his previous building.
His body contracts around her even more tightly. She squints up at him as the rhythmic pounding washes away in the consistent warm glow of her body exciting. Eren's pace pulls away, intensifying his humping as he sees her eyes squeezing shut. Her fingers relax as the familiar warm glow builds past a gentle aura, fluttering past the threshold into an active process of feeling her muscles contract and her senses fading away into a blissful exuberance.
Mikasa's lips pucker, a long coo seeping from her throat into the minute spaces between them. Her eyes flicker open for a few moments as the cool rush streaks down through her head to her toes, making them curl as the euphoric onrush follows behind the sweep of cold. Eren grins at his efforts, but still holding himself back as he powers her elation, choosing to give into her fervent temptation when she can actually feel it most. Her eye lashes flutter again, a brief lucid moment flowing past her mind as Eren slows his thrusts to a crawl.
He can feel her legs expanding, presumably as she regains more control of herself from the draining ecstasy. She sees him smile at warmly. Her teeth scrape over her lips, "Mmm, Babeee…" she awaits.
His throat hums, breaking into words through his pacing, "Mmm, I know… What'd you think I was waiting for?" Her eyelashes flutter at him. He touches their lips together tentatively, sinking himself within her as he lowers his barriers.
Only seconds later Mikasa can feel him plunge into her, holding deep and steady as his arms flex around her and she feels the warm stream of fluid course into her in uneven, heavy pulses. He feels her fingers pulsate against his hand, teasing his attention away from his climax. His eyes refocus on her; she reseals the kiss that was momentarily broken.
Eren can feel her legs side skirt him, falling to his right side. His energy lowered, but not dissipated, he takes advantage – arms withdraw, one wrapping around her right leg and pulling it upward until he can hold it to her side while he looks at her and strokes himself through her. A hand slips through her hair and pulls back gently, locking her head in place as her eyes shimmer to life yet again.
His pace steadily rises, leaning more of his weight into her leg and holding her open to him in direct contrast to the tight, cramped quarters of the first position. Their lips press together, occasionally broken by the beat of his hips hitting hers.
Mikasa begins nodding unconsciously, an innate response of feeling him connect with her. Her hands whip around their constellation, fingers burying themselves in his hair as she pulls his head closer to hers. With their objective complete, her arms slack, sinking down toward his back. A hand grabs her wrist as they wrap around the back of his neck and shoulders. Her nodding intensifies even as it becomes conscious, staggering their kissing between the competing thrusts and nodding.
Eren feels her restrained leg tense into him, a clear sign that her natural physical resistances are melting away as he pushes her closer and closer to another cliff. He picks up his pace, adding more force to his strokes as he seeks to throw her off the cliff without mercy. His hand's grip of her hair tightens, leaning into the kiss, suppressing her nodding.
She bites his lip. Hard.
Barely catching his eyes skit off toward the horizon in an instantaneous moment of distance. Their kiss breaks, seemingly as his own resistance fades away.
His eyes roll, washed up and down by competing physical pain in his lip, the unavoidable sensations streaming through his skin from his erection being massaged by her welcoming walls, and the palpable feeling of being connected with her in a roaring intimacy.
"Eren…" her tone soft. Supple.
The hints of the past washing away – the fighting, the violence, the struggles of surviving, the emotional contradictions and rage of self-paradoxes tearing him asunder… seeping, bleeding off as figments of a previous life only connected by the faintest of existences.
"Eren…" her tone warm, kind. Connected. Pitch rising.
The unusual creep of comfort, acceptance, wholesomeness, elation, and coalescence of the recent months rush into mind against the lifelong fight to achieve some sort of lasting peace; internal and external.
"Eren…" her tone reflecting the internal assurance she no doubt feels the whirling within both mind and body, obscenely sodden in delectation. Wholly in the moment as her mind swirls joyously.
Heartache fades into mind. The physical, dull pain aching through his chest.
"Eren…" her tone absent of the past. Wholly in the moment as the climactic storm in her mind pushing past its crux and begins ebbing.
Lifetimes of anguish push back, overcoming the forefront of his attention in a cataclysm of violent anamnesis. He falls to the bed in conflict with himself, his head slumping against the pillow as he presses his hands into his face and eyes brutally, vainly suppressing the tears welling past his conscious.
Mikasa's face drains, only partially recovered from the orgasm as she recognizes Eren's sudden withdrawal. Finding herself studying him in an instantaneous eternity as panic flashes through mind, confronted with something completely unexpected in Eren's retreat in what otherwise seems a delightful moment. She sits upright nearly as quickly as the panic flashes through mind, trying to piece together his movements to build a threat picture.
Pain? Physical? Something medical? No, he's not b-
He audibly chokes back a sob, his palms pressing even deeper into his face, turning his skin a pasty white. Her fingers unfurl, delicately touching his side as she looks at him with a longing, returning heartache.
"Eren.. Talk to m-" Mikasa reaches out to him, physically and emotionally.
"Peace," he says suddenly. "War," he continues, choking off the assault of another sob. "Peace… War…" he trails off. "Violence and conflict. Peace and diplomacy…" a tear streams down his face. "Always…"
His arms release some of their tension from his face, the initial wave of mental anguish fading somewhat.
Then the rage kicks in, sweeping through his body in a fit. He sits upright in a flash and clenches his fists furiously. His face deepens to a frantic red, the anger surging through him as he bashes the undersides of his fists into the bedspread. "Where does it end?" he swats at the bed again. The rage steadies for a moment, long enough for him to rise from the bed and pace around a few times.
Mikasa crawls up to the edge of the bed closest to him, her chest tense as she struggles with her patience, waiting for more of the picture come out.
His pacing increases, pausing for a brief moment as he stops and turns toward a large mirror hung on the wall. He walks over to the mirror, bracing his hands on either side as he glares at himself.
Mikasa watches him diligently.
He grits his teeth, cursing at himself over something she cannot see. Her hand clutches to her chest.
He punches the wall, finding it solid brickwork and crumpling his hand under the aggression. The pain sweeps through his hand into the rest of his body; a temporary, self-destructive reprieve from his turmoil. She can see him grimace as the physical pain subsides.
Eren leans into the wall again, "Always something…"
Mikasa breathes, thinking she has a better grasp of the situation; a familiar one. But this time… a different answer. Her chin tips to her chest as she contemplates her approach briefly, standing a fraction of a second later.
His head falls between his arms, "So… what now…"
Mikasa's characteristic lightness on the "r" and the "n" show brightly, "Eren." She stands and walks up behind him. Her fingers skim against his flanks, quickly followed by the rest of her hands and arms as she wraps them around him. Turning him away from the mirror, she stands upright, looking into his eyes as he focuses on her – his emotiveness has tapered off, but she can still see the flickers of uncertainty bouncing around in his eyes. "Eren, we aren't fighting anything anymore. You know things have settled out."
Eren looks back at her blankly, obviously not settled on (nor buying) the fact of their still-new situation.
Mikasa tries to reassure him of their circumstances, "No one is trying to kill us, now. We're not at war anymore, Eren."
He retorts plainly, "No one that we know of."
"Then we'll deal with them when it comes up, as we always have." She laughs gently, as if the trauma of near-constant conflict has been inconsequential, "It isn't like we can't handle what people throw at us. We're not just soldiers, after all. We are survivors. We do whatever it takes. That is part of who we are. It.. Always has been." She knows the last bit is a bit of a lie, but its close enough – and nonetheless truthful that they are indeed resilient souls.
His look softens, slightly.
Mikasa turns him back to the mirror with a firm twist of her arms, "What do you see?" She steps up behind him, her hands wrapping around his wait again.
He muses quietly, looking at the mirror in silence as his eyes slowly sweep over his body – the scars of many battles, accumulated. Physical. Mental.
Mikasa leans forward slightly, shifting her weight onto the fronts of her feet to peek at him in the mirror over his shoulder. Her black hair contrasts with the lukewarm color of the skin and walls, a distinct oval silhouetted against the light backdrop. Eyes melding into the mass of her hair just enough to be difficult to notice – for anyone else.
She answers for him, "Us."
The words take a moment to seep into his mind, but they do nonetheless... and.. they're powerful. His tension eases more.
"The only 'something' right now, is us." The words lap over him like an unexpected, yet completely awaited sea wave. Long awaited, if rather dysfunctional and wandering for much of it.
More tension fades away. His eyes hover over the reflection of hers in the mirror. He cannot see her smile, but its very real and astronomically present.
Her head cants forward, her forehead nuzzling against his shoulder as her arms tighten around him. She can feel it bubble up through her chest, the same, long awaited and previously unfortunately-long-lasted indisposed feeling of love for him.
"I love you."
It does not come from her.
Her head lifts from his shoulder. He watches her attentively, eyes rising from behind him with a glittering shimmer in the morning sunlight flowing through the room's open floor plan.
Mikasa can see the absence of his pain, ever present just breaths ago. All washed away in his steely, determined resolve as it reconnects with the man, the mission, and the moment. She smiles, feeling the peace grace her too. Her arms tighten around him some more.
Her nose rubs against the back of his shoulder, "I love you, too." A wide smile adorning her face. Eren's hands rub over her arms, embracing her hug.
Mikasa's feet leave the ground, leaping up and wrapping her legs around his waist where her arms just were. Her arms unclasping and conjoining over his shoulders and around in front of his neck. She tilts her head to the side as he catches his new balance, not quite expecting such a reaction. Her eyes gleam with his; now he can see her smiling.
Eren feels her fingernail poke and scratch over his chest with pointed nuance, "Lets go to the hot spring." He catches a renewed grin spreading over her face, clearly using him as personalized transport. A pithy grin returns her mischievous smirk.
He walks them over to the dresser and bends sideways towards the towels resting onto of the dresser, hinting for her to grasp a pair for them.
She picks up a single towel.
Eren's brow furrows at her, challenging her selectiveness.
She collects the towel to his chest in both hands, "I'm the only one getting wet now. You can come back and get yours later." His frown continues, reaching out to grab one for himself. But her hand swats at him, "Ah! I said I'm the only one getting wet right now." Her hand gestures forward, "Keep walkin'."
Eren refuses to move. "Why?"
She hides behind his head, hoping to avoid the question altogether, but clearly he isn't going anywhere without an answer as he reaches back and prods her side with a crooked finger.
Her legs clench around him, flexing as she lifts herself high enough to whisper into his ear, tongue close enough to tickle him, "Because I'm thirsty." A quick nip at his earlobe gets her point across well enough. She slaps his chest impatiently, bouncing up and down on his back slightly, "Lets go!"
He still waits a moment, but continues forward. Walking right through the open main entryway out to the natural hot spring just steps away, he dips his feet into the carved stairs until the hot water floats up to his shins, then side steps a few times to a seating bench carved into the natural stone. She taps his chest again, "Stop here."
Her legs unlock from his waist, the weight momentarily resting on his shoulders for the brief second it takes her to fall to her feet. She tosses the towel aside the water's edge some distance away and sinks waist deep into the water while pointing at a nearby junction, where he can dangle his legs in the water freely and still sit on the pavement beside the spring, "Sit there."
Slowly sinking into the water, she acclimates to the bubbling water and sweeps up to the edge as he sits. Eren waits implacably, wanting to join her in the swirling water. A whet disinterest is plain on his face, far more resigned to the relaxation of hot, bubbling water over his body.
Her fingers latch onto his big toes, wet tips of her hair tracing over his thigh as she glides her head over his leg. She looks up at him angelically, teasing eye contact and puckering her lips as she teases him. "Oh? Not interested?" her fingers tug at his toes. "Not in the mood?"
She hinges her jaw open, letting her tongue hang out ever so slightly as she looks up at him. A subtle gnawing motion and flicking of her tongue catches his attention more fully. But he doesn't quite let her in on that bit.
Hot, wet fingers emerge from the water. She rights her head, holding center and making beady eye contact from between his legs as she traces the tips of her fingers up the inside of his legs. Her eyes flick between watching her tracing and making eye contact, sure to keep up edgy movements to her lips as she goes. A warm trail of water lines up, then back down his thighs. She tips her head to his other leg, repeating the chaff with another shade of amorous regard. More wet hair tickles his thigh.
She can see him growing despite his obvious efforts at remaining distant and implacable. Just a few heartbeats later, his grown shaft is within comfortable reach. Her tongue tastes his head, sweeping up from the bottom to the top in a single smooth stroke. Mikasa flutters her eyes at him again, waiting another moment before slipping her lips over his head tenaciously.
Eren's eyelids fade back, a momentary lapse in concentration. Her head rolls to the inside, lips following the turn and eyes still sparkling at his as she knows full well where his attention shifts to now. Both her hands return to the swirling waters, one arm crossing over her chest and down beneath herself until her fingers connect with the bundle of nerves between her legs. Mikasa leans forward, her shoulders rising from the embracing waters as her lips sink farther down his erection.
He suppresses a groan; his fingers creeping toward her head.
Despite the tunnel vision on his face, her other hand shoots from the water and swats his away with a curt snap. She mumbles an, "Nnnhmm," through the meat in her mouth. His hand stops but does not withdraw. Her lips pop off his head. Eyes still fixated on his, she lets her lips brush against the tip of his penis as she speaks, "I'm thirsty. Let me…" her tongue coasts around his skin, "work."
Though inaudible, she can hear him groan in reluctance. But his hands do fall back, himself leaning backwards on his palms as he looks down and watches her head engulf him.
For a few moments all he can see of her is the semi-gloss of her black hair bobbing up and down on his shaft, working him into her throat in steady customs. Eren feels another heartbeat propel additional blood into the mass harbored in her mouth, swelling to an even more erect stature as his mind increasingly implodes around the hot, wet mouth sliding around his sensitive skin.
Mikasa feels a counter current churn opposite to the water pushing out from the center of the pool. His legs sweep forward and back, heels pressing into the side of the cut stone perimeter of the spring as his head increasingly mirrors the water's movements – circling around the stimulations of a jutting erection.
But she doesn't let him get off quite so easily.
Her head retreats, leaving behind a slick coat of saliva over the entire cylinder of skin. His head levers forward, mindfulness draining away from the growing elation of feeling her mouth and throat rippling and coaxing his every cell within her. A short grunt of discontent makes his protest known.
A hand rises from the water again, her thumb rubbing up the bottom of his shaft, palm and fingers wrapping around the rest of his girth. She looks up at him, a contradictory craving apparent on her face as she bites her lips, fluttering her eyes and dancing between his eyes.
Eren leans forward, a hand lifting from the artificial pavement and creeping towards her hair again, "Ohh, don't you act so innocent." His tone a lighthearted jeer.
Her eyes narrow at him sharply, warning him wordlessly as the hand around his shaft stops moving.
He squints back at her, but remits.
Mikasa waits a moment for him to still, then returns to stroking him with her hand in long, sedulous caresses. Her lips haunt him, just out of reach but close enough to feel her heated breaths flowing over his skin. His fingers dig into the pavement in anticipation. She deepens her strokes, feeling the warmth of his pressurized blood under her grasp. Eren loses eye contact with her as her eyes dart down to his waistline, her view shrinking as he feels her lips rise under and over his dome, head sinking through him. Her throat tightens around him as she feels his skin press against her.
She jiggles her head side to side, working her throat muscles over his head and pulling him into her throat until her lips press to his waist.
Eren groans, a rapid rise from a simple moan to an inclusive, even-toned wail.
Mikasa swallows, the muscles of her throat rippling up and down the javelin of skin in her throat. His fingers dig into the concrete again, more intense as the feeling engulfs skin and mind alike. Another swallow, weaving her throat's muscles up and down him. She contracts her throat, pinching him between her hot, coated walls as she wheels her head back – building a tension between the tug of her throat and lips with the angle of him flexing against her throat and mouth. Her head tilts side to side, slow and deliberate.
She centers herself and repeats the roll, flexing him against his grain before twisting side to side again. Another center: but she doesn't repeat. Her head presses forward until her lips reseal to his waist again. She scoops a hand of hot spring water from beneath herself and wraps the hand around his scrotum, adding a slight suction to her lips as she does so.
His thighs flex into her, mind soaking in the feeling of her labor.
Her hand massages him, smoothly shaking her head side to side to ebb away the last of his impedance, her tongue stretching and flattening out under his skin. She pulses her muscles again, sending a shiver down his rod and eating away the last bit of space between his consciousness and his climax.
Mikasa feels his thighs tighten strictly, his mass solidifying even more as the few drops of precum slide down her throat. She waits until the last moment, holding him down in the confines of her throat until the moment before the first spurt of semen shoots into her mouth. Allowing herself to sink into the water, withdrawing her head until just his head and a few centimeters of his shaft protrude into her mouth as his lower body spasms into her mouth. She reconnects her eyes to his and holds their gaze as his orgasm fills her mouth.
Three jets until his flow greatly subsides. The fourth petering to a stream. The fifth nearly empty. The sixth absent of fluid but still bringing the erotic feeling of his erection throbbing in her mouth.
She twists her hand up the length not covered by her lips, eking out the last drops of fluid still hidden in the tube leading to her mouth.
Another few drops trickle onto her tongue.
Eren leans forward, eyes still deadlocked with hers.
Mikasa quickly withdraws, keeping the distance between them even while swishing the salty semen around over her tongue, maintaining the same eye contact the whole way.
He nods his head upward, "Let me see."
She sinks into the hot spring water until only her face is above the water, parallel with the surface as she looks over at him. She flashes her mouth open, sticking out her tongue to let his see the white cream pooled in her mouth.
A smile spreads over his face as he stands in the shallow water and still leaning forward towards her, "Now swallow."
Her lips seal shut after a brief delay, her tongue withdrawing behind their confines as she silently swallows. Another brief moment passes as Eren leans forward, outstretching an arm toward her, clearly beckoning her to him for something.
She leisurely floats toward him, seeming to cooperate as he leans forward nearly far enough for their lips to touch.
But she disappears under the rumbling waves of hot water in the same moment.
And re-emerges a second later, spitting a hot jet of water into his face.
Eren snorts, blowing the dribbles of water from his nose. His eyes narrow at her.
Ignoring the only towel, he splashes into the water with her. Yelping at the unexpected heat underwater, he still manages to get his head through her legs and his shoulder under her butt. Grabbing her arms, he pulls her back and lifts her out of the water on his shoulders, exposing her body to the cooler air high above the hot waters.
She squeals at him, feeling the cool breeze readily wicking away the cozy heat from her body. Her arms wrap around her breasts, feeling the sensitivity of the cold bristle goosebumps over her skin. "Ahh! Hey hey, let me back in!" She flicks at his earlobe and jaw with her finger repeatedly in retaliation. She continues pouting, her hands slapping at his shoulders aimlessly, "I swallowed for you!"
Eren laughs, taunting her while dancing around in the hot water himself, bobbing her up and down in the air, "And I quote, 'I'm thirsty.'"
She exhales hard, huffing loudly. He walks up to the edge of the pool, knees folding onto the shelf cut into the stone as he lines up her legs with the pavement neatly poured nearly to the edge of the spring. "You go get my towel," he unloads her from his shoulders. She cleanly transitions to standing at the edge of the pool.
She huffs again in exasperation, vaguely admitting some fault, "Finee…"
His hand snaps forward, a palm connecting with her butt just as she starts walking away. He falls back into the hot spring, a wry, satisfied grin spread wide over his face as the water rises past his chest to his neck.
Mikasa half turns back to him, a similar grin on her face as her slate eyes look at him through dark, dripping wet bangs.
Eren watches as she quickly skips over to the main entryway, an eye on her foot flitting upward along the open doorway as she leans behind the wall and grabs a towel from beyond his vision. The rest of her wet, naked body reappears a second later, quickly loping across the open ground in a flash as she tosses the towel to the side of the swirling water. She follows the stairs into the spring, melding back into the water opposite him.
His foot brushes up against hers in the deep water, head yawing back as he stretches his body underwater to draw up her legs. Their feet brush and graze past one another, teasing and toying with one another for a few breaths. Occasional yips and laughs chortle through the steamy air.
Until Eren leans forward, using the white frothing crests of water as cover for his advance. His hands lock around her ankles and pull her into him. She lets out a quick yelp as she suddenly feels his hands grip her and tug her underwater. Two seconds of reeling his arms in until her head pops up above the water beside him.
He sweeps himself aside, making room for her in his place since he pulled her in.
Mikasa slicks her soaking bangs to the side so she can see.
Eren's fingers follow behind soon after, restoring her characteristic dusky trident with a warm smile. His fingers dip back under the water and skirt around her flanks, pulling her into him for a deep kiss.
Breaths pass as the kiss holds true.
The kiss breaks. Eren's hand traces up the side of her jaw with his own smile, "Good morning, beautiful."