Spawned from u/H_mor1's post found here: r/titanfolk/comments/mgtvir/happy_birthday_aaron_yogurt/
T/W and tags: Short, birthday sex, playfighting, creampie, rough sex, facial.
Reupload - Feb 12, 2023 - extended the chapter a bit.
Afternoon sunlight bleeds through the thin fabric curtains drawn over the bedroom windows. Eren's eyes list open in a deep haze, having stayed up late the previous night with the group. Drinking and being merry. A thin residue of headache coats his skull, the diminished remainder of a hangover mostly slept through.
The light floods into Eren's eyes, stimulating a strange nerve down the back of his neck making him sneeze.
He sits up and stretches his arms in the air, yawning as he looks around the room to judge the time. The angle of the sun streaks down at a steep angle through the cloaked blinds. The ticking clock on his bedside shows 1:35. Eren huffs, partially discontent with the eaten time, partially perfectly happy with sleeping through most of the hangover and feeling free to spend his day how he likes.
Eren throws the covers from himself and tosses his legs over the side of the bed. Another quick stretch before tugging the sheets loosely back into place then striding to his dresser. He pulls on a pair of brownish pants, pivoting to their closet after securing them around his waist.
Mikasa sticks her head around the doorway, quietly watching Eren wake for the day and beginning to don his clothes.
Slipping on a lax, light grey long sleeve shirt with a relaxed stitching binding the free collars together, Eren turns back for the doorway. Mikasa ducks back into the hallway before he can see her. Eren walks through the door without suspicion of her voyeurism.
The air of the hallways and main rooms is notably cooler than the bedroom. Likely a result of the lack of much direct sunlight and the larger floorplan. Eren pauses outside the bedroom door, adjusting to the fresh air blowing in through the open windows of the living room. Then continues forward, his head tilted forward ahead of his body as if searching.
One failed expedition into the living room leads him back around to the kitchen and dining room.
Where he finds a white and yellow cake, topped with strawberries and a few smaller assorted berries strewn over the top of a light icing. A set of wax candles trace a "23" into the surface of the cake, yet unlit.
Eren looks around the room, expecting Mikasa to come pacing in at any moment with some quip about eating a healthy 'breakfast' instead of his cake. Or perhaps to light the candles. Or… I don't know, some other comment?
He shrugs and seats himself at the table. Stealing a spoon from the silverware drawer and a small saucer from the cabinet. A knife sits ready beside the cake already, which he wastes no time using to cut through the spongey cake until a misshapen wedge is removed from the baked good. Eren plucks a few stray crumbs from the tabletop after he shovels the slice onto the saucer.
The spoon cuts through the delicate delectable. Yet, Eren's eyes catch on the familiar figure marching into the room as the spoon withdraws toward his mouth.
Mikasa eyes his setup wordlessly as she come to a halt, standing opposite the table from him. Eren thinks he catches a disapproving look from her, but recognizes his perception as misplaced as her stature eases when she stops. The spoon slows as he looks at her face expectantly.
Her hands raise from her sides, fingers lacing under the thin white fabric of her light gown. Parting the concealment easily. Dragging the cloth down her shoulders, past her biceps. Hooking into the angle of her forearms tugging at the fabric.
Eren's mouth, already partially open in preparation to masticate, falls loosely as she flashes the full front of her body without shame or falter. The spoon slows to a halt. Momentarily suspended in the air as his focus on her face intensifies; a mix of mild surprise at her audacity and the familiarity of her body exposed to him.
A quiet second flows by.
The spoon slips between his lips, depositing the scrumptious cate. Then withdrawing until the wide end swings downward, handle pinched between a trio of fingers as he leans back on his haunches in the seat. Looking up at Mikasa with a quirk-some, suppressed, wry grin adorned over his lips.
Her hands continue to relax, naturally dragging down the cloth along with the fall of her hands. Revealing more bare skin. His head tips back, then forward as he chews. Hands grip the edge of the table as he leans back a little bit more, the spoon spinning around in his fingers again until it clinks against the table. The food retreats down his gullet.
Eren's grin riles up into a smug and ostensible smirk. His eyes sparkle at her.
Mikasa steps forward to the edge of the table, her right hand producing lit match in a sleight of hand. She leans forward, her arms narrowing together, resulting in the firm impression of her breasts squeezing together as her hand reaches out and touches the tip of the lit match to the several candles sprinkled on the cake's surface.
A silent moment whisks by as she raises the match in front of her mouth and puffs out the flame.
Eren's brow furrows deeply, his eyes still meeting hers as he ponders her movements.
She throws her leg over the bench and sits herself in the closest seat opposite him. Her arms relaxing slightly; enough to rest on the table's edge in front of her without reducing the obvious flare of her breasts to him.
The spoon dips into the slice on his saucer for a second time, lifting a small bite from the spongey mass in return. He leans back and slips the food into his mouth, chewing for a short moment until he speaks, "This feels an awful lot like bribery."
Mikasa tips her head up and purses her lips together but gives no other outward response. She suppresses a grin. Another moment passes as he swallows; she continues to look at him.
For a time, neither moves.
His head rolls around, following a third bite. Eyes flash sideways, leaning forward on his arms to tilt his head toward her. "Two cakes…" Eren pleasantly muses out loud, raising a foot up the interior of her legs.
He can see a short smirk trace up the side of her face.
Eren finishes chewing. Mikasa meets his half gaze.
Neither says anything as yet more quiet floats by.
She rolls her head around a bit, away from him. Her hair curtained over her exposed neck, drawn up and away, then falling back down as her head returns to level.
Eren cocks a brow at her inquisitively. She promptly shrugs with the slightest inclination, her own eyebrows waving back at him.
A deliberate swing of his arm cuts the spoon first through the air, then through the slice of cake. He keeps his eyes on hers. She keeps her eyes on his.
Mikasa waits wordlessly as Eren scoops the next bite into his mouth and begins chewing. His outward attention focused on the dazzle between their connected eyes, even as the sweet melt of cake coats his mouth and seeps down his throat.
Her posture solidifies. Unmoving. Eyes ablaze in defiance of her statuesque poise.
Eren returns an inquisitive cocked brow at her once more. He raises his foot again, drawing his big toe up along the length of her inner leg, streaking up to the middle of her thigh.
Mikasa breaks; a superbly subtle, "Hmm…" hums through her throat. But it is not the noise that gives it away, rather the trace of her lips together which tips Eren off to her weakness.
Eren grins back at her. She unfurls her arms, resting her right elbow on the tabletop and her head in its hand.
He quietly continues to eat his slice, enjoying the sugary goodness alongside the sweet teasing clearly getting to her.
Mikasa delicately rocks herself side to side, brandishing her breasts with an erotic flourish aiming to incite Eren's tumultuous libido. She notices his posture stiffen slightly. Eren focuses on slicing off another chunk of the cake and spooning it into his mouth as he dances his eyes about her face.
Mikasa's nose wrinkles. Slightly.
He chews a bit and tips his head up at her, wordlessly questioning her with a minor smirk.
She responds immediately, strafing her head side to side while holding his gaze. Another mince of the spoon's edge into the slice leaves a scant clump of pastry remaining on the saucer. Eren leans away from her slightly as he smacks his lips over the spoon. Sucking down the sugary viand with exaggeration while tracing a line up her inner thigh once more.
Mikasa looks back at him with an unusual airiness, still grossly unmoving. But he can feel a mild tremor in her legs adjacent to his touch.
He waves the spoon at the remaining crumpet, "Want?"
"It's yours."
Eren snorts back at her. "Yeah? And I get to share with whom I want. And you made it, soo…" Eren slides the saucer towards Mikasa.
She tilts her head aside in an absent acknowledgement, her eyes flicking up from the dish to Eren's. He slides around the corner of the table and seats himself beside her.
Quiet purveys the room for the moment she glances at the plate again. Eren leans forward over top the table, his hand slipping under the table and grates his fingernails over the thin weaves of fabric unevenly covering her lower waist. Her head turns back to look at him squarely, her chest rising with a heavy breath and lips pursed together tight. She is greeted with an amused grin.
A stimulated groan rumbles through into an answer, "Mmm-maybe later." Her eyes flicker at him with a thinly veiled heat, head tipping aside briefly to draw even more of his advertence into her.
He cocks a brow back at her, his spine settling straight as he teases unawareness while writhing his fingers past the thin cloth to her bare skin. Sending a coursing, hot shiver streaking through her back. Making her sit up straight and rigid despite already doing so. Slate eyes flicker again; hallucinogenic streaks of white banding at obliques across her eyes.
Mikasa's patience fades away in the radiant glow of galvanic energy streaking through her body. Her hand whips out from under the table and plasters against Eren's chest. In a fraction of a second, a firm shove throws Eren backward over the bench. His legs flip through the air as he crashes to the ground onto his back.
Mikasa leaps from the bench and lands atop her man, straddling his waist with her legs.
Eren groans in pain, shocked at the sudden and forceful push delivered by his adonic woman. He struggles to free himself, but her grip is too strong. Returning to his combat training, he kicks out a leg from under her and wrenches an arm against her shoulder, seeking to flip her onto her side from her high ground.
The movement works. Mikasa finds herself laying sideways on the kitchen floor with a dull thump of a pain echoing through the side of her body. Eren levers himself upward from the floor, rising to his knees. But Mikasa's reaction time is lightning fast; Eren quickly finds himself laying on his side beside her, too.
"Ahh!" Eren yelps in pain, his hangover-headache flaring up for the first time since waking up.
A flash of guilt sweeps over Mikasa's face in recognition of her strength. Which draws in a question to her mind: how much do I have him his way and how much does he have me his way? The conundrum over allowing him his pacing and preference on his birthday muddles her response.
Enough to settle her answer.
Mikasa feels Eren's hands sweep over her body, twisting her around until her back is against his chest and his hands grope her breasts with a firm embrace. Her legs constrict as the pleasurable streaks of euphoria course through her. She can feel her thin garment stretch and fade as Eren's hands leave her breasts alone long enough to strip her bare. A shiver quivers through her back as the cool air and floor contact her skin, yet is offset by the warm heat radiating from the adjacent body,
A rough hand cuts under her side and lifts her from the floor. She stands, following his movement. Eren pushes her into the nearest wall as he locks their lips together. His hands grope her freely, raising up and down her flanks, feeling up her breasts and the smooth curves of her hips. Mikasa pushes back into his advances, heating the room and their bodies in a rising fervor.
The two roll over the wall, inching toward the bedroom in staggered, uneven steps progressing and regressing with distracted kisses and fumbles. The noise of heated breathing fills the rooms. Hung paintings and mirrors displaced by their unkempt advances. A rug slipped out off square from the doorway.
Eren recognizes the bedroom scenery through the distorted vison of Mikasa's hair and their kissing. His hands flow down her body and cup her butt. He lifts her from the ground. She wraps her legs around the small of his back, throwing her arms around his neck simultaneously. Mikasa skillfully works her toes under the rim of his pants, then pushes them down, off his waist.
Eren trudges forward toward the bed. Several staggered, distracted steps eventually carry the pair to the cusp of the bed. He leans over but Mikasa does not release her grips around him.
Wordlessly, a hand leaves her and tugs himself from the confines of his underwear. Mikasa notices the absence of his warm hand on her butt, but says nothing. Her lips remain locked against his skin, having broken away from his lips and now attached to his neck. A strong suction drawing blood to the surface of his skin, forming a darkish hickey before moving onto the next select spot.
Mikasa feels him tip over, enough to rest her butt on the edge of the bed. Swiftly followed by a prompt thrust of his erection deep into the cavity between her legs. Her legs clench around him tightly, involuntarily. A coo smoothly eases from her lips. Eyelids closing blissfully.
Eren wastes no time. Swift, vigorous thrusts sweep through her. Stimulating their sensitive skins in a flurry of electric charges sweeping through their heads, tickling the back of their eyes as they close and open in bursts of pleasure. He leans farther over the bed until, he can edge his knees onto the bedspread.
Then unleashes a fury of stiff thrusts into her, hard enough to push her deeper onto the bed. Pounding away at the supple skin between her legs with a raucous might. The stiffness of her legs brushes away to a growing rigidity, tightening around him from the inside out. Her arms parallel the movement of her legs while her neck falls lip, head onto the bed. Eyes rolling around in the back of her head listlessly.
Eren grunts and grits his teeth as the warm, rising ocean of ecstasy lifts him from his shins. More thrusts quickly follow. Mikasa hums adamantly, her mind rolling in the froth roiling her inner mind and body. She feels the cool flush wash through her waist, quickly followed by the warmth of her first orgasm rush in behind it. A soft hum slips from her throat as her mind retreats to a baser level of consciousness.
Meanwhile, virtually unbeknownst to her, Eren animalistically continues pounding himself into her. The sensation of his rhythmic appetite washed out in the blinding euphoria of her climax.
He focuses on his mind just enough to bite back the pleasure a step, while still reveling in the all-encompassing pleasure the while.
Until Mikasa's legs bite into his. Forcing him deep into her, without the room to pull out. Eren grunts in surprise, but enjoys the excuse. Soaking in the delectation. His eyes roll back and he pushes himself further into her womb.
He feels himself explode into her. Cum swells up and fills the enclosed cavity as he groans loudly. Warmth fills their minds. Soaking in it. Relishing it. The heat and comfort of familiar walls enclosing both Eren and the couple.
Eren's groan tapers off into silence, as does Mikasa's grip on Eren's back and legs.
Quiet afternoon air wafts through the room, mildly disturbed by the huffs of the couple sprawled on the bedspread.
A few minutes pass quietly, only broken by the occasional huff of air from lungs by the entangled pair.
Mikasa lets out a loud zephyr. The air turns to a gentle grunt as she struggles to shift to her stomach under Eren's body. Her eyes roll around in her head, eyes closing as she bucks her hips upward and grinds her butt against him in a long, slow pull.
She bites her lip – quietly imaging Eren's face behind her as she strokes up his length with her buttocks.
Eren's response is immediate – his arms slither up the bedsheets parallel to her flanks. A hand wraps around the front of her throat with a firm but free grip.
Her butt sinks back down his length.
Eren groans loudly. His body sinks down to hers. She feels him flex his whole body.
She rubs her chin against the bed spread. Her hair falling over one side of her face, then the other. Two, three tilts then continues past 45° to look through the strands of hair back at Eren. Mika subtly runs her tongue over her lips, then sinks her upper teeth into her lower lip.
Eren catches the moment out of his left eye, just as she bucks her hips up again. The smooth valley offered by her butt rapidly catching him in her crux.
Eren groans and presses himself into her once again – sinking lower and deeper over the course of several seconds.
The moments pass in warm silence, increasingly broken by a groan rumbling from her throat.
The grip on her throat tightens. His body contracts into her, pivoting from somewhere between the hand on her throat and the stiff rod of meat injected between her legs.
Mikasa can feel the creep of the covers slip away from them as Eren shifts his weight backwards. Soon her knees slip from the bed towards the floor. She catches her feet on the floor just as Eren hefts her from the bed and whips her around in a flash. He pulls her over to the nearest dresser in a pair of mishappen and uneven steps.
Mika plasters her hand against the dresser mirror and the smooth rounded corner of the dark oak to steady herself. The hand around her throat retreats and grasps a clump of hair as the other hand heartily cups a breast.
Her hair puffs up and down in uneven spurts as Eren ploughs himself into her from behind.
The hand on her breast slicks into her mouth, tugging two fingers against the edge of her mouth as her fingers bite down on his nails listlessly.
She can feel his girth filling her in rapid, growing pouts. Her eyelids flutter.
Mika mumbles something incoherent through her teeth bit down around his fingers, unknown to either of them. But he does catch the whimper from her lips afterward.
The hand in her hair suddenly reverses – she finds her face plastered into the polished, lukewarm wood. A wet tingle shoots through her body as the fingers in her mouth maneuver around the tips of her breasts.
Eren drags her over the countertop, messily wiping around the assorted jewelry, bits of clothing, and other sundry items. His penetrations increase with fervor – her body shaking as it wipes over the counter, random items smushing against her face and flanks as he drags her around.
Just as suddenly as it started, he throws her backward toward the bed. But she falls short.
He meets her on the ground.
Wasting no time and replacing himself within her in a heated effort to keep the mind numbing temperature alive.
Her wet walls grip him candidly as she fumbles to get her arms back under her, preventing the carpet from rubbing against her sensitive exposed breasts. But his thrusts, so vigorous, she quickly finds her head craned awkwardly against the lower bound of the bed boards.
A whine seeps from her lips as a wave of fury washes through her body rampant, unrepentant. His hand shoots through her hair one more time, twisting furiously to push her head further against the bed boards, squeezing her between his onslaught and the hard wood.
Her eyelids tremble, caught between the pain of contortion and the pleasure of ecstasy surging through her body. Her breasts feel cold. Hot.
Her legs tremble, cold. Hot. Goosebumps sweeping from toe to head, head to toe. Her legs clench together.
Eren pulls out of her in an exasperated huff, quickly squatting and inching his way towards her head as he furiously strokes himself. His hands release from its shaky grip and her hair and twists her body around to rest on her back.
The world a faint grey, with streaks of white and yellow overlaid over her vision barely registers as Eren's obvious intent.
Her eyes twitch as she adjusts to split realities. Her eyes open listlessly, tongue jutting from her mouth in wanton.
Eren's jaw clutches tightly as his hand returns to his member, stroking vigorously as he pinches one of her nipples.
Thin ropes of jizz shoot over her face and tongue. Pasting lines of white over her eyelids, tongue, and cheeks.
She hums absently, her tongue slowly withdrawing into her mouth. Eren advances a few centimeters. The greyscale begging to fade from perceptions, she opens her mouth again to clean him.
Eren leans forward, pressing his head to her lips. She sucks him in casually, running her tongue first under the underside of his cock, then over the leaking cum from the tip. Her hand gently lifts from the floor and grips his shaft at its base and tightens an o-ring around him, stroking toward herself to pull the last drops into her mouth.
Eren groans with satisfaction. He lingers a few moments longer as she swivels her tongue around him before he collapses to the ground beside her.
His hand wanders over her nether region, feeling the smooth flaps of skin and bundle of nerves between his fingers. She squirms occasionally, but largely silently.
Minutes pass in silence. Finally, Mikasa throws her hand over Eren's head haphazardly, "How's your hangover?"
"What hangover?" he easily breathes out.