This is my first time writing 'smut', this story was requested by a persistent buddy of mine and I thought, sure why not? I'm sure there's a few FlochxSasha readers who would like it. (right?)
Writing smut is way harder than I thought, honestly kudos to writers who do this stuff regularly, this shit is not easy especially since it's my first time doing it. For the life of me I could not just jump straight into it without a little bit of buildup, I think it turned out great in the end, so do... uh, let me know what you think I guess. (This story was very draining to write, and no that's not an innuendo, writing porn is exhausting)
Anyway thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy. (Don't enjoy too much though.)
And merry christmas! (or happy holidays!)
Edit: Fixed some errors, and updated parts of the story!
Sasha couldn't exactly say when this whole thing had started, maybe it was two years ago when his silhouette caught her eye in the mess hall right before they left for Shiganshina, or perhaps it was during the ceremony afterwards, where he shifted into a vacant shell of his former self. Maybe it was somewhere along those two years that had led up to the present moment. All she knew was that their relationship had grown beyond easy categorization, beyond being simple acquaintances or just comrades from the same division.
"For the sake of all Eldians, whose existence is threatened-" Commander Hange began to speak, before being cut off by other officers.
"Absurd, I don't even want to hear it!"
"He's the beast titan! He turned the people of Ragako into titans and incited a panic! This is the same person who nearly annihilated the scouts!"
Sasha sat in the back rows of the war room meeting in Stohess' military headquarters, listening to their higher ups discussing the matter of their potential cooperation with the beast titan. Sasha cast a curious glance to her left where he sat between her and Connie. This topic was just as important to him as it was for Connie, after all, Zeke Yeager had taken so much from the both of them. She saw the subtle ways in which his eyes glinted with worry, the frown that marred his features, he wasn't quite the same since that day, so no doubt hearing that they may have to work with the man who killed his friends and murdered dozens more around him wasn't an easy thought to digest.
She could only imagine what might have been going through his mind back then in that room.
A memory surfaced to the front of her mind. Following an arduous day's labor, he had given her an additional plate of food, a gesture she secretly cherished. Some misconstrued this act as a subtle overture, imbuing it with unwarranted significance. Sasha, however, dismissed such notions with a derisive snort, a sentiment that persisted even now, it wasn't his nature to engage in such romantic posturing.
"Hey, want extras?"
She sent him a grateful smile. "There's still servings left? Don't mind if I do! Hehehe! Thanks a bunch!" She took the plate off his hands and began digging into it, the other scouts at the table watching the interaction with intrigue.
"Something about this feels awfully familiar." Connie commented, turning to Jean.
"Who cares?" Jean said, before the two shrugged and went back to their meals.
Sasha prided herself on a discerning eye, honed through the years of her time spent out in the wild, memorized beat by beat. Intuition distinguished a proficient hunter from a lackluster one. She perceived with clarity what eluded the gaze of others, who faltered in unraveling the subtle threads of that simple platonic act. It wasn't affection; it was efficiency.
His focus unwaveringly fixed on the morrow, and what he needed to be doing efficiently for every tick of the clock. Anything beyond that appeared superfluous to him. Anything that didn't pertain to Eldia and her progress was of no use to him, often met with derisiveness and dismissal. Some words escaped his lips for those he held in contempt, meticulously chosen to burrow beneath their skin, followed by a sardonic smirk that bespoke a cruel satisfaction.
The scouts, Marleyans, and willing volunteers toiled diligently in the construction of the southern port. In a matter of weeks, this site would host its first diplomatic visit from a foreign nation. Sasha took shelter from the harsh sun to catch her breath, a fleeting contemplation crossed her mind—why were these construction tasks predominantly entrusted to the survey corps? Weren't there civilians within the walls with idle time on their hands? Dismissing the thought, she reflected on the upside. They were compensated generously now, and more funds translated to better meals.
The waft of an enticing aroma reached Sasha's nostrils, interesting her toward the tent where their captive, Niccolo, was conjuring yet another tantalizing Marleyan sea chicken recipe. As she approached to investigate it, however, she stumbled upon an intriguing scene.
He stood in the open, his attention fixed on something in the distance. Drawing nearer, Sasha discerned the focal point of his gaze. A pair of Marleyan prisoners struggled with a notably hefty crate, while Mikasa nonchalantly strode beside them, effortlessly carrying two identical crates. In an unfortunate mishap, one man stumbled, inadvertently dropping the crate, its contents spilling and landing on another man's foot. The ensuing chorus of pain elicited a chuckle from him, finding amusement in their misfortune.
"Hey, that wasn't funny at all, they could be seriously hurt over there."
"So?" He raised a brow.
She was taken aback. "What do ya mean, 'so'?"
"They're the enemy, why would you feel sorry for them?"
She frowned. "They're not our enemy now."
"They're prisoners of war. And only because we bested them, had the tables turned they'd be laughing at us instead."
"And you think it's fine to stoop down to their level then? Shouldn't we be better than that to prove them wrong about us?"
He grit his teeth, suddenly feeling all the fun sucked out of him. "Tsk, whatever."
She remembered a time where he used to be lively, where his smugness stemmed from a naïve outlook on the world around him, during a time where one of his greatest troubles was a headache from one of Jean and Eren's usual antics early in the morning. She realized the boy she vaguely remembered had been brutally murdered and replaced by someone far more jaded, a product of the environment he was thrust into.
"Yo! What're you lot up to?"
"Oh, hey ya guys!"
"Hey to you too, Sasha." Floch grinned back at her.
A younger Sasha Blouse looked up to greet the newcomers. She, along with Connie, Jean, and Marco, occupied an empty classroom at their training camp, engaged in a lively card game. Floch, along with his two friends whom their names escaped her memory, joined them at the table to observe. Jean offered a casual wave as the boy sat next to him and leaned in closer to peek at the cards.
"Oooh today is not your day, Connie," Floch smirked knowingly. Jean mirrored the expression before playing his next card.
"You gotta be- Dammit!" Connie exclaimed, throwing his cards against the table, eliciting laughter from the group.
Sasha briefly glanced at the side of Floch's face, and he quickly caught her staring. He responded with a quick wink before looking away. She smiled politely at the playful exchange before her attention went elsewhere. That had been ages ago now, it was one of her earliest memories of him.
She remembered him once pull out his pocket watch during a casual outing with the volunteers, held in the wake of completing the island's railway system, treating the entire thing as a waste of his time. She observed how it had become a symbol of his fixation. This misguided devotion to duty, as he perceived it, contradicted everything she championed. It came across to her as ironic that he could be so resolute in serving Eldia yet cannot take the time to appreciate it for once, always glancing at that stupid watch.
All because doing so would be an inefficient use of his time.
"Is there something wrong, Blouse?"
He approached her towards the end of that night, having caught her staring multiple times. The man looked down at her impassively, as she searched for something within those cold eyes, anything. He clearly doesn't know what to make of her staring at him like this in silence for so long.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been staring at me all night. What's up with that?"
"Oh, I was? My bad!" She looked sheepishly at him, the unimpressed boy watched her strike a thinking pose, before giving him a scrutinizing look. "Maybe there is somethin' wrong, I'll figure it out one day."
It then dawned on her It was his way of coping with the void left behind by Shiganshina. She saw him for the vulnerable man that he was. It was that little crack in the wall that had altered her perception of him, unbeknownst to her, that insignificant moment she captured by accident would propel her beyond a point of return.
She set out to become a better friend to him, to drag him out of that shell, in her own endearing way. He was akin to a wild beast out in the forest, and she intended to tame him.
"Do you really have to go the same way as me? Dauper is literally in the opposite direction."
Sasha happily nodded as the two rode on horseback through the lively streets of Ehrmich district nearing the gate. Days like this were rare occasions when they received time off from work to spend it with their families.
"Yup! I already told ya, I'm gonna figure you out one way or another! Besides, I need to stop by Connie in Ragako, he's comin' back home with me!"
He scoffed. "Whatever, just try to keep up. If you get left behind, that's not my problem, Blouse."
"Hey, that's rude, why do ya not call me by my name anymore?" Sasha whined, only to be met with a blank stare.
"That is your name."
"That's not what I meant and ya know it! Ya don't call Jean, Kirstein, do ya?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes, facing away to focus on the road. Sasha looked briefly disappointed but decided against pressing further.
Still, It was endearing hearing him say that, almost as if he forgot her ranking and her background before joining the military. The two quietly continued on their way beyond wall Sina until they reached a crossroads. They slowed down, and the two exchanged glances. "Well, looks like this is where we part ways! Take care!"
"Right, later Blouse."
Sasha pouted as she watched his retreating form, then sighed and resumed her journey home. Would it have killed him to be a little nicer? No matter, he'll come around eventually, She was sure of it. He resisted plenty of times but eventually she managed to reach a point where he wouldn't outright dismiss her presence, and that made her feel proud, baby steps.
The next time she saw him was a week later, where their group was stationed right outside the military headquarters in Stohess while their commander as well as Eren and Mikasa were inside handling a few negotiations with the Azumabito. As usual, he sat quietly next to their group out in the courtyard, and for her it was another opportunity in her epic hunt to subdue the beast.
"Lovely day today isn't it? The sun is out, the birds are chripin', the weather's nice!" She began, casting a shadow over him.
He stared up at her then shrugged, pulling out his pocket watch to check the time. "I suppose it beats having to stand out in the rain."
She smiled at that, smelling the scent of progress. "So, how was your time back in Trost, anyway?"
He made a face, making her raise a brow. "I'd rather... not talk about it."
"Oh, come on!"
"I insist."
"It can't be that bad can it?" She tilted her head with a frown, leaning forward and close to his face.
His brows knitted at the proximity before sighing. "Let's just say I won't be attending family dinners anytime soon."
Her features softened, as she took a seat on the bench next to him. "Oh I see, I get it."
"You do?"
"I've gone through something similar before joining the military. Trust me, at first you'll feel like ya never really want to see them again, but with enough time both of ya will come around and set your differences aside. Maybe even understand the other's point of view."
He turned his gaze away and to the surrounding buildings. "Hypothetically speaking, what if I'm the one at fault?"
"I'm sure they won't hold it against ya, ya're their son."
She could have sworn she saw the corner of his lip pull ever so slightly, but she couldn't be too sure.
"Thanks, Blouse."
"Ya're welcome!"
By the time the next opportunity arose, Sasha had reached a new milestone, she had gotten him to agree to join one of their rare unofficial outings as a group. Which earned the pair strange looks from Connie, Jean and the rest. Even Eren who rarely involved himself couldn't help but look on with intrigue. Of course this prompted him to leave early a couple of times, but it was her persistence which thwarted such futile attempts.
Before long, both had succumbed to the tavern's libations.
There was a remarkable improvement in his demeanor—the gradual departure of the metaphorical stick from his ass, conversations surpassing the usual brevity. Laughter becoming the norm as one of her silly jokes resonated with him, witnessing a rare genuine smile break through his inebriated state. It was at that point that Sasha realized she might prefer him drunk; he was certainly more manageable that way.
Slowly but surely, the hunter would prevail, and the beast will have no choice but yield.
The distance lessened between them and the outside world became inconsequential. She was growing bored with hearing him rant about local politics and bureaucracy so her mind drifted elsewhere; she fixated on the subtle contact of their thighs, his lips gaining an alluring magnetism, she wondered if she'd be able to tolerate the taste of alcohol on his tongue.
Heat rushed to Sasha's face at that last thought, and she shook her head to banish them away, taking another sip from her cup to distract herself before Mikasa grabbed her attention. About fifteen minutes later, Sasha realized she had been so engrossed in her chat with Mikasa and Armin that she lost track of him within the tavern. She quickly excused herself and hurried to search for him, eventually finding herself outside.
There, she discovered him across the street, leaning on the concrete balustrade with a cup of ale beside him. There were a couple of people scattered around but it was otherwise peaceful. She quietly joined his side, and he spared her a small glance before resuming his admiration of the night sky. The two fell into a comfortable silence, their eyes wandering toward the stars.
It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that he spoke up. "Why do all of this?"
Sasha gently lowered the cup of ale from her lips. "Hmm?"
His gaze dipped momentarily, a touch of pensiveness coloring his expression. Eventually, he raised his head with curiosity. "Trailing me all day, pushing yourself to speak with me at every opportunity the last few months... why?"
Sasha pondered for a moment, her finger delicately tapping the side of her chin as she crossed her arms. "Must there be a specific reason for that? Isn't this what friends are supposed to do?"
His brows knitted, before releasing a brief chuckle laced with ridicule. "Seriously? That's the best rationale you could conjure? You're a shitty liar, Blouse."
"Well, why do ya think I'm doin' all of this then?"
He lazily glanced at her from the side. "If I were to hazard a guess... Are you bored?"
"Hey! Cut me some slack; I'm tryin' to be a supportive friend here!"
"Perhaps, that's the crux of it then—to derive a sense of self-satisfaction?"
Sasha's mouth hung ajar for a moment before she shook her head, fixing him with a glare. "No, ya idiot! Don't put complicated words in my mouth!"
"Then why do you care? We're not 'friends' are we? I barely know anything about you and vice versa. Yet you're so persistent..."
"Ya've got it all wrong ya idiot, It's because ya're so isolated, always glancin' down at that stupid watch! Sure, we may not know a lot about each other but does that mean we shouldn't get to? I see what ya're like when ya think no one's lookin', I want to get to know that version of you better because to me ya're more than just Garrison leftovers, and I'm just... hopin' you'd let me lend an ear ya know? Ya deserve that much at least."
Sasha worried she might have freaked him out, so she quickly turned to explain herself better. "I- I hope that wasn't too weird, I was jus-"
She paused as she took in his appearance, he looked stunned by the admission which he tried to mask by taking a substantial gulp of ale. A fit of coughing ensued before the final few coughs transformed into amused chuckles. He wiped his lips as he shot her an entertained sidelong glance. "Aren't you just full of surprises? How the hell do you still remember something trivial I said and from two years ago no less..."
"Well.. Nothin' about ya is trivial..." She muttered, her face flushing a little.
He turned away, his cheeks dusting pink. "Don't say stupid shit like that... Besides, save your pity for someone else,"
She frowned. "This isn't pity."
He gave a disdainful click of his tongue. "Whatever you say, It's already bad enough dealing with commander Hange as it is."
He pulled out his pocket watch, a habitual distraction, then noticed Sasha eyeing him with annoyance. Frustration bubbled up in her and suddenly, her hand darted out, snatching the watch and catching him off guard. Holding it out of his reach behind her back, she faced him, their expressions a clash of wills.
"Why do ya always fixate on this stupid thing?" she asked through clenched teeth as she struggled to keep him at bay, her brows furrowed in irritation.
"Hand it over!" His face darkened with anger, but his clumsy drunken stance betrayed him.
"I won't!"
Despite his attempts, Sasha kept the watch just out of his reach, eventually leading to his resigned sigh. He stopped trying and instead took a moment to study her, "You're infuriating, you know that?"
She cocked her head, flashing a grin. "Are ya trying to flatter me?"
His response was a dismissive snort and a shake of the head. "Do you really want to know why?"
She nodded, a sense of disappointment washing over her as he pulled away to lean on the railing, creating a noticeable chill between them.
"I'm really hoping this won't go over your head, would be a shame if I just ended up wasting my time here..." He muttered, earning himself a jab in the arm.
He winced, massaging the tenderness before sighing. "I guess… Shiganshina made me realize just how utterly fleeting and insignificant a life can be—people get so entangled in the inconsequential that they miss what truly matters. Some might say it depends, but I think there's hardly many people out there who've lived a lifetime without regrets." He sighed, closing his eyes. "That watch, it's my reminder to not be selfish like that, to not let the clock tick without contributing towards the big moment. It's a... promise of sorts, to those who fell trying to accomplish the same."
He gave her a warning sideglance. "And before you mention it, this isn't about what happened at the ceremony or before that. I'm over that entire thing, have been for quite a while now, no point beating myself up about the mistakes of others."
Mistakes. She didn't think Armin coming back was a mistake but oh well. She bit the inside of her cheek, seeing nothing good in bringing it up to him when it was clearly a sore topic.
"The big moment? You mean the end of this war?" Sasha's gaze softened as he gave a nod of confirmation, she looked down at the trinket in her hands, watching it tick bit by bit. "So in your own words, ya think being here is selfish?"
"To an extent, yes."
"Wow, you're an idiot."
"What?"
"I said you're an idiot, what makes a life meaningless, anyway? I mean, aren't we supposed to be the ones giving meanin' to our lives? Who gets to decide what is and isn't a waste?" He lowered his eyes as she spoke, "You're settin' too much expectations for yourself, stressin' all the time, that sort of destructive behavior is what will end up fillin' you with more regrets. Someone who wanders aimlessly too far into the forest like that, can never hope to even see a clearing."
"That's not the point, It's to at least die knowing you've achieved something that actually counts. Besides, what I want from this life is hardly selfish. I am not wandering this forest as much as I am looking to burn it down to the ground... I will admit, It's difficult... The more I hear about how things are from the Azumabito and the volunteers, the more daunting of a task it becomes."
Her frown deepened. "That's why we're all here, doin' this together, this isn't selfishness, it's livin' our lives and figuring things out one step at a time. The way you're headed now, you're... suffocatin' yourself needlessly. We all know we have to fight, nobody is sayin' this will be easy and I'm not tellin' ya to disregard the past. I just hate seeing you tryin' to go through it alone."
Hurt flashed in his eyes, and Sasha felt her chest tighten at the sight.
"I'm not wandering aimlessly you know? I have a goal in mind, I'm just uncertain how to achieve it, I haven't found the right answer yet..."
She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Then promise me you'll look up from time to time, and stop stressin' yourself so much. Who knows? Maybe you'll make it easier on yourself to reach it."
His mouth opened and closed several times, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from hers, he relented, a decision that would prove to be a mistake. "Good grief, since when did you become so wise? Fine, as you wish."
"Fantastic!" she exclaimed.
He noticed her adopting a stance from the corner of his vision and turned just in time to witness her poised to cast his watch over the side.
"Wait, don't!" he exclaimed as she flung the watch. It soared several feet into the air before plummeting into the neighborhood below, the sound of its impact reaching them moments later as the obscurity engulfed it.
In his drunken attempt to prevent her from tossing the trinket away, he unintentionally trapped her against the railing. Sasha's gaze darted up, revealing a startled expression as she found herself encircled by his arms, under his intense scrutiny. "Why on earth did you fucking do that?!" he growled, gripping her dress shirt collar tightly, his eyes ablaze with anger. "I misjudged you severely; turns out you're just good at pretending not to be a fucking idiot."
Her breathing hitched, a tightness forming in her throat while observing the confrontation. Perhaps influenced by alcohol, his forceful manner and raw speech spiked a shiver of delight in her. Thoughts of reforming him quickly shattered, just like the watch she had just flung.
"I... um, sorry?" She offered a sheepish grin, her face flushed.
The proximity of their bodies sent her senses into overdrive, especially as the pressure of his hand on her arm intensified following her half-assed apology. Overwhelmed by the thought of being vulnerable to his will—of a retaliatory dominance, it aroused an unbidden yearning within her. The notion of the predator turned prey was unexpectedly alluring; she savored the overwhelming sense of surrender.
"You piss me off so much, almost as if it's deliberate," he remarked, his face twisting with displeasure, unable to bear her antics any longer. He released her collar to cradle her face, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of her cheeks. Sasha flinched, as he drew closer, gazing searchingly into her eyes until realization dawned upon him.
"Oh."
"O-Oh?" Her echo was laced with confusion.
His expression darkened ominously, setting her heart racing. He let out a muted chuckle, the grip on her cheeks tightening in tandem with his smirk. "I see now. You are doing this on purpose, aren't you? You've been acting weird for months now, ever since that day at the docks. So, Blouse. What is it you truly desire from me?"
Sasha's intention had been to support him, to help him climb out of the depths and become more forthcoming. Yet, she could only focus on the electric thrill of the moment—the sting against her skin, the heat of his breath, the wicked curve of his smile. A soft moan slipped out as she noticed the pressure of his thigh against her, her mouth gaping slightly.
"What was it you said again? That you wanted to figure me out? Well, figure this out."
"W-what?"
Sasha's eyes widened in shock, a soft squeak escaping her as he diminished the space between them, crushing his lips firmly against hers. Her thoughts scattered, leaving her mind a blank canvas as he staked his claim with assertive aggression. It was a stark contrast to her imagined notions of a first kiss, yet the surge of excitement within her was undeniable—this was uncharted territory, warmth rushing throughout her entire body.
She did find the taste of alcohol tolerable after all.
Releasing her arm, both of his hands began encircling the small of her back. Sasha tensed slightly when his cool hands slipped beneath her dress shirt, seeking her hip with a gentle firmness. A breathy sigh mingled with his during their kiss, an involuntary response to his determined advances that elicited a triumphant curve of his lips against hers. He embarked on a tender exploration, prompting squirms of sensitivity from her as his fingers pressed into the small of her back.
A spark of daring curiosity alight within her, Sasha's own arms ascended hesitantly, encasing his torso. Her fingers danced across the contours of his clothed muscular back. He drew back, air rushing into their lungs as if they'd surfaced from deep waters. His head inclined, and he exhaled a stream of hot breath down her neck, sparks of sensation scattering like stars down her spine.
"You want me to look up huh? Wanna know what I see right now?" he teased whisperingly as he glanced up at her face from the side, the corners of his mouth drawing up into a knowing smirk. "Heh, careful Blouse, a dangerous expression like that might give me the wrong idea." His finger traced a lingering path across her lower back and stalks dangerously close to her butt, sparking invisible trails of heat.
Sasha's breath came in shallow tides, her baffled gaze locking with his as electric tension thrummed through the space between them. Her fingers bunched a handful of his shirt, anchoring her wavering balance.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"N-no…" She stammered, blushing up a storm as she faced away from him.
He tucked away a few strands of hair from her face before he grasped her by the chin and forced her to face him. "You're a shitty liar, Blouse." He tilted his head and leaned down to capture her lips yet again, Sasha barely resisted against the redhead, if anything, she inclined her head as best she could to make it easier for him.
Although he had misinterpreted her intentions, Sasha found herself ensnared by the very idea she ought to refute. Her desire for him to embrace this misconception surged, almost with a life of its own. A prudent warning flickered in her mind, but she swiftly relegated it to the background. Tonight, the forbidden allure of crossing that invisible boundary enticed her beyond reason, willing to yield and offer herself up as prey.
A gasp escaped her as he hoisted her aloft and settled her upon the concrete, one hand snuck underneath her long skirt and firmly gripped her bare thigh while the other wrapped around the back of her waist. Now eye to eye, he gently brushed his lips against hers before he lowered his head down, bestowing a multitude of kisses upon her neck, sucking harshly on the flesh, drawing signs of bliss as she clasped her arms around him. A tightness crept over her features as he intensified his attention on a particular spot, her reaction reflexive, resembling a timid rabbit caught in a fox's embrace.
"Oh, that's gonna leave a mark for sure." He chuckled, pulling back to observe his work. "Good luck trying to hide this from your squad, Blouse. Maybe that's good, you don't mind letting the others know you're mine for tonight would you?"
She knew full well he was merely joking, but the way he said it set her heart ablaze with lust. Such delight she had already experienced left her wondering—yearning—to discover the heights of pleasure that lay beyond their current threshold. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, she looked back at him, intrigue mingling within her as she saw that dark craving in his eyes beneath those bangs. She was being devoured and she couldn't help but feel excitement bubbling within her chest at that thought, and a telltale warmth burgeoning below.
"Imagine their reactions, even I didn't expect things to turn out this way. Little Blouse, walking around with hickies all over her neck, talk about a scandal."
The redhead regarded her with such fervor, his hand tenderly cradling her face, his thumb caressing her lips with a faint smirk while his other hand massaged her thigh, sending flutters cascading through her midsection. "You don't seem opposed to the idea, Blouse. And here I thou-" He observed before halting, catching a glimpse from the corner of his vision and casting a wary glance over his shoulder, both hands pulling away from her.
Her own gaze darted to follow him, scanning the sparse area. The few onlookers—either stationed at a distance or merely passing by the dimly lit streets—paid them no heed. It was then she caught sight of Mikasa, emerging from the tavern as if to seek them out. Panic knotted within Sasha's stomach. How could such a moment be explained away?
"Our little fun appears to be nearing its end," he intoned, a note of disappointment lacing his voice. "Pity, I was rather enjoying your 'punishment' there. Time to head back inside I gue—"
His words hung unfinished, her grip firm upon his arm, her eyes glinting with panic. "N-No! I... I- Can't we… find another place?" Her face turned beet red as she averted her gaze, ashamed by how desperate she was being.
A look of astonishment played across his face, quickly supplanted by a devilish smile. "Oh man, who am I to deny such a plea when you look at me like that? That would be too cruel." She blushed, before she squeaked as he swept her into his arms in a traditional bridal carry. "Last chance—are you sure?"
She nodded quickly, spurring him to stride away to newfound privacy, she stole one last glance over his shoulder. Mikasa remained oblivious to their departure, thankfully. With an arm encircling his neck and her gaze fixed upon the contour of his profile, the weight of her decision crashed over her, painting her cheeks the deepest shade of crimson. She buried her face in his chest, igniting a chuckle from him.
By the time they reached the barracks, the realization struck her with an unsettling force—they were on the cusp of something far deeper. Her pulse raced, each beat echoing off the walls of his sparsely furnished room—a bed, a desk, a closet—bathed in the amber hues of a solitary lantern on the nightstand.
The thought of what awaited her on that bed nearly paralyzed her with a mingling of fear and desire; her limbs felt as though they might dissolve into nothingness. This kind of fear however, was nowhere near comparable to that of facing a titan, no, she was actually looking forward to this. A sudden embrace snatched her from her reverie: his strong arms enveloped her from behind, clutching her close. She spun around as best she could to face him, teetering on the edge of panic and longing, only to find his bare torso. The sight left her wide-eyed and faltering for words.
"W-why have ya taken off your shirt?" she found herself asking.
"Having second thoughts, Blouse?" he teased in a sultry murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. "Remember, it's not too late to back out, you can run back to your room." His challenging tone left no room for uncertainty. Her response was swift—a vehement shake of her head. Seizing the moment, he gently grasped her chin, drawing her gaze into his magnetic smile. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Quite brave, aren't you?"
She surrendered to the moment, her eyelids fluttering shut; her lips parted just enough for him to bridge the final distance, sealing their mouths together with fervor. His tongue sought permission, hesitantly, she yielded, a soft moan vibrating into his mouth, their mutual exploration tentative at first. Lacking experience, her initial response was to awkwardly mimic his motions. Yet, within moments, they found a natural cadence.
With one eye breaking free from the enchantment, she noticed the deliberate motion of his fingers at her shirt's fastenings. Goosebumps raced across her newly exposed skin as the fabric fell away exposing her bra, their hungry kiss unbroken. Embraced against the warmth of his body, Sasha trembled, not from cold but raw anticipation. "Don't just stand there," he teased, his voice a low murmur against her mouth, punctuated with a playful smirk. "You can touch too—I won't bite… too hard."
Bolstered by his invitation, she nodded and turned around to face him fully, her fingers quivering as they grazed the contours of his defined torso. The solidity of his form was striking—as solid as carved marble, the fruits of his labor on display for her to enjoy to her heart's content. Though she was accustomed to the sight of her other male squad members' well-toned forms, getting to touch was new terrain. Her fingers lingered, wishing to perpetually savor the sensation of his chiseled flesh.
She jumped after feeling the redhead's unexpected squeezing of her butt, then another sudden tension gripped her. She felt something pressing against her groin and, lifting her eyes to meet his, she found them filled with a burning intensity. "I-Is that your..." she began, but couldn't finish the question, to which he simply nodded.
"You really can't blame me, can you?" he teased. "You're just irresistible when you keep making those faces of yours."
The comment sent another wave of warmth flooding her cheeks, bolstering her courage. "I- I think I'm ready,"
He responded with a low hum of understanding, "Then let's not waste any time. Strip."
Her eyes went round in surprise. "Eh?"
Laughing softly, he continued, "You didn't think you'd keep your clothes on, did you? Although, I must admit, the idea isn't without its charm. So, which will it be? With or without the skirt?"
Slightly flustered, she placed her hands on his chest to create some space between them, muttering her preference. As she struggled with the button, her breath heavy, she glanced up for just a moment and caught him watching her intently, causing her hesitation to deepen. "Don't look... please." she implored, her voice quivering.
"Why does it matter? We'll see everything we each have to offer soon enough," he teased with a disarming frankness.
"Then you go first," she countered, desperate to shift the focus away from her.
After a silent, indecipherable moment, he shrugged. When he stood before her, naked, Sasha could hardly believe her eyes, fixated on the sight between his legs. That thing was going inside of her. Her mind was overtaken by unexpected thoughts, her face burning as her imagination wandered far. His confidence surged at the sight of her reactions. "Your expressions have been quite the boost for my ego you know that?" he said, grinning mischievously.
"Enough!" she shot back, suddenly feeling much more assertive. Matching his boldness, she slipped off her boots and skirt, leaving only her bra and panties on.
Before she knew it, she found herself as naked as he was. A surge of modesty overwhelmed her as all of that previous energy evaporated, prompting her to shield herself with her arms as she faced away from him. Such vulnerability was alien to her. His tongue's click conveyed his dissatisfaction as he wrapped his arms around her from the back and forcefully moved her arms aside. She attempted to resist, only to discover the stark contrast in their physical strength. She gasped as his hands suddenly clutched her breasts, her heart leaping up to her throat as he began fondling them.
"You have nothing to hide, Blouse; you're beautiful. In fact, I'm kind of shocked you managed to conceal these behind a bra and dress shirt." he murmured reassuringly near her ear, causing a subtle catch in her breathing.
"Y-ya can't possibly mean that..." she stammered, he called her beautiful.
"Then please, allow me to demonstrate," he responded softly.
With swift ease, he lifted and threw her on the bed. A surprised squeak escaped her as she landed on her stomach and the matress yielded to her weight. He towered over her halfway in her attempt to turn on her side, initiating an impassioned kiss that left her under his mercy yet again. She was so consumed by the fervor that she failed to register his wandering hand until its presence commanded her full attention, prompting an involuntary tightening of her legs.
Sasha's heart sank a little; Yet, a moment later, she relented, parting her legs once more in a silent concession—a permission of sorts. "Have you done this before? Touching yourself like this?" He whispered in her ear curiously, as he began massaging her folds. She reluctantly nodded, no point hiding it, everybody had to relieve some stress every once in a while. "Hmm, I bet It's different when it's somebody else's hand isn't it?"
She nodded again, her face pinched with embarrassment as she struggled to breath, overwhelmed by the foreign sensation.
"Heh, you're really cute when you're like this."
"D-don't say things like that- ahh!" She moaned out-loud as he cut her off by sinking two of his fingers deep into her soaked pussy.
Clasping him firmly, Sasha bit her lip, inhaling and exhaling with sharper intensity. Mercifully, his rhythm was slow, his fingers deliberate, affording her the chance to become accustomed to the profound sensations. She was anxious what the main course would be like if this is how she reacted to his digits. "Now, now. Just relax and enjoy the night,"
Releasing a sigh of surrender, and overwhelmed by the tactile attentions, she felt herself yielding more with each passing moment. Her voice grew a little louder as he pushed a little deeper and massaged her insides gently, placing the back of her hand against her mouth to muffle the noises she was making. She couldn't believe this, how did she end up under the mercy of his fingers, writhing like a bitch in heat? Sasha's features tightened, her mouth slightly agape as she felt something familiar build up within her core.
Witnessing her reactions, his fingers retreated with an impish spark in his gaze. "Tsk, as if." She sank back onto the bed, now realizing her back had been arched due to the pleasure. She looked up at him through her lashes with barely hidden disappointment as he positioned himself between her legs, before he met her questioning eyes.
Ever so gently, he began a journey of tender kisses, starting at her knees and gradually working his way up along her inner thighs, pausing just before the neatly groomed softness awaiting him.
The outside world, including the quiet street and adjacent corridor, might as well have been miles away – the only reality now consisted of her own escalating gasps and moans. As he pressed his lips firmly against hers, his tongue parted the flesh open and began probing inside, savoring her enflamed desire, Sasha's response was instinctive, her back arching in involuntary reaction as he licked her back and forth. Her grip on the sheets tightened while he savored her responsiveness, alternating between gentle kisses and fervent suckles.
"Ahh, what is this? It- it feels so... ahh! Incredible!" Sasha's murmurs dissipated into the charged air as she reached down, fingers entwining in his hair. The response that brushed against her was the curve of his satisfied smile, the bastard was really enjoying himself. "Keep K-keep... doin' that!"
His hands held her in place with unyielding assurance, tempering her fervid squirms. Gradually, bashfulness and hesitation melted into an insatiable carnal hunger. Sasha Blouse turned into a creature of pure, lascivious appetite, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure building within her. Seeing this prompted him to be more savage with his assault, he pressed deeper, probed more wildly within her, barely able to restrain the writhing mess she's become as a result.
"Ahh! Ah! Oooh... Ooh god, yes!"
The intensity of her reactions grew feral, the echoes of her cries echoing beyond the room, her grip on his hair tightening, threatening to rip his auburn locks off of his scalp. If anyone from their group, were close enough to hear, it wouldn't be hard to put two and two together. The thought dissipated as swiftly as it came when she sensed the culmination of her excitement approaching, her limbs entwining around his head with a fierce sensitivity, a sharp cry emanating as her body tensed in anticipation.
In the aftermath, her form relaxed back onto the bed with satisfaction, the intensity of her grip easing. Gently, he disengaged, pulling her thighs apart and savoring the moment as he licked his lips and wiped away the excess with his forearm. Her eyes, now heavy with fulfillment, met his through half-mast lashes, her cheeks a vivid scarlet. Errant strands of hair clung to the contours of her dampened brow as she sought to regain her breath.
"You know, I feel awfully proud giving Blouse her first orgasm of the night. You're making me lose it looking at me like that, it's my turn now." he mused, a playful note in his voice as he sat on his knees, gripping her spasming left leg by the thigh, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Your expressions are just priceless, It's a good thing you pissd me off because now I want to keep you like this forever." He positioned her legs on his thighs with care as she returned from the heights he had taken her. "But you're getting sleepy, slacking on the job might fly under Commander Hange but not here, not on my watch."
At the mention of their commander, a cringe pinched her features. "Let's not... mention the others right now."
"You're right, if they're lucky enough they'll hear you moaning like a whore by the time they're back."
She turned her head to the side in embarassment, her face a deep shade of red, she ought to smack him in the face for that yet, the thought of what he said playing in her mind drove her crazy with lust. Damn him, and that stupid smirk of his.
"Hey, this is your first time right?"
Her eyes snapped open, breath caught in her throat, before she turned around and nodded bashfully. "Y-yes."
"Heh, suddenly I feel a lot of responsibility on my shoulders, so far so good right?" He smirked back at her.
Their eyes locked, a new tension building as she became acutely aware of his intentions. A breath held between them, anticipation quivering like a drawn bowstring. He placed his dick against her groin, hand firmly grasping her hip. "Besides, you're right about what you said earlier. I'm the only person you should be thinking about tonight, Blouse."
He aligned himself properly with her entrance, rubbing the tip of dick against her wet folds up and down teasingly. She whined in frustration as he toyed with her, earning a chuckle from him as he continued his torturous method but Sasha held on, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing him beg. Seeing this, he simply shrugged before slowly pushing his way in with minimal resistance, Sasha went stiff as the tip entered her, the flesh slick with her fluids slowly parting as he pressed deeper into her. And then, with a single stroke, his dick disappeared halfway inside of her. The girl let out a sharp hiss, instinctively reaching to grip his hand, nearly crushing it with her vice like grip. He grimaced but let go of her hip to reciprocate the hold, their fingers interlocking.
"Damn, you're so fucking wet and tight Blouse, it's sucking me in on it's own... not bad for a virgin."
"Sh-shut up or I'll bite you." She hissed back at him.
He looked at her with amusement as he took a couple of steadying breaths, then pushed himself deeper inside, relishing every inch of her warm sopping pussy. Sasha cried out at this, arching her back in response. She bit her lip and let out a series of harsh breaths as she acclimated to the pain. He quickly leaned forward closer, and cupped her cheek. "Does it hurt too much?"
"Just... stay like this for a moment, please..." She whimpered and in turning away, she shuttered her eyes against the swell of emotions.
Though she couldn't see his expression change, a subtle frown marked his concern, but he remained patient. She sucked in a few sharp breaths and exhaled them slowly. When she signaled readiness, his movement resumed with a gradual build up, an undulating rhythm that evoked a sound from her that bordered between surprise and bliss, and throughout all of it, she opted to cover her eyes from the sight, feeling too embarassed to look.
When he suddenly paused, she frowned a little and let out a small sound of disappointment.
"Hey, look at me."
She offered no acknowledgement, instead retreating further into herself, pulling her hand away from his.
"Blouse, I said look at me." His voice was a blend of request and command, but she only turned further away, her arms now a makeshift veil.
Unable to bear it, she confessed, "It's too embarrassing... I can't look. Can't you just continue like this?"
"I can't."
A broken whisper emerged from her, as she peeked at him through her fingers. "W-why not?"
"Because I can't kiss you that way, Sasha."
The sudden use of her name anchored her to the moment, her breath catching in the newfound intimacy of the word. Slowly, as if pulled by a string of sudden courage, she lowered her defenses slightly, her gaze lifting to meet his, her heart clenching as he smiled at her reassuringly, She didn't mishear did she?
"W-what did you just say?"
To her, Floch's smile bloomed radiantly. "Idiot, I said I can't kiss you if you hide from me, Sasha."
She shuddered at that, unable to understand what was with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like it was beyond lust and into the territory of genuine affection. But that couldn't be it, the more that she searched within those ambers, the more she realized it was real, the more that her mouth dried. His hand reached forward and so did hers, their fingers interlocking with each other again before he gave her a squeeze. Her heart raced as he moved again, leaning in and sealing his lips against hers passionately. By which point there was no longer any pain from having his cock buried to the hilt within her, only bliss.
Floch's features tightened as he paced himself, grunting into her kiss-swollen lips with each thrust, getting into a comfortable rhythm. Her insides felt molten and tight, he feared that if this is what he had to work with, then he wouldn't be lasting much longer. Still, he held on, only to hear more of those delightful mewls being forced out of her throat. He briefly considered upping the pace and intensity, but he kept that ravenous animalistic instinct within him at bay for now.
"Fuck Sasha, you're squeezing me so much you know?"
"Ahh, Floch..."
He let out a heavy breath as he momentarily slowed down to adjust to the tightening of her walls, she seemed to respond quite positively to hearing her name from him. He kept at his current pace for some time, swallowing the moans she let out as he continued to pump in and out of her at a steady pace, his free hand went from holding her side to cupping one of her soft breasts, thinking it to be a crime to neglect them. They broke their kiss for a much needed breather, both their eyes locked in a profound gaze. Floch stood back up on his knees, grabbing hold of her ankles to bring them up to his sides.
"You're a good girl, Sasha. Taking me so well like this." He breathed out evenly, her blush deepend, gazing up at him with something akin to drunken love. He escalated the pace of his thrusts, which was immediately rewarded by her keen cries of gratification. She bucked her hips into him, back arching as she gripped the sheets tightly with one hand while attempting to stifle her moans with the other.
Floch found himself incredibly fond of this, it certainly added to the experience to see her so flushed and responsive to him, especially after what she had done earlier with his watch. But she was nearly back to covering her face again, and he didn't want that. He let go of one of her ankles and with just a single hand took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head, sinking into the pillow.
"Don't you dare cover your face, you're gonna look me in the eyes while I'm fucking you Sasha." He breathed out heavily, her own warm gasps striking him in the face. "So beautiful like this, I just can't get enough." He breathed, noticing how her walls clamped tighter around him at the compliment, or maybe it was the use of her name, she seemed to respond well to it. "You're so tight it's killing me, be a good girl and say my name again, will you?"
"F-Floch... Floch! Ah, Floch!" She let out a little incoherent squeak in response, her free leg rose and wrapped around his back. "Ohh... P-pleeease... It feels so good.. Ahh... Floch!"
His name coming out of her lips urged him to delve deeper and harder into her until her pussy eagerly swallowed him to the base of his dick. Feeling himself getting close to release a couple of minutes later, Floch grit his teeth in frustration and slowed down his thrusting until he came to a complete stop. He didn't want this to end just yet, he needed her a bit longer. Puzzled by this, Sasha could only look on with curiosity as she caught her breath; both of their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Is it over... why'd you stop?" She whined, weak and cooperative under his touch.
He removed his hold on her wrists and snaked his arms around the back of her head and the small of back before he pulled her up with him, Sasha let out a quick gasp before she was face to face with him again. Now on his lap, Sasha was acutely aware of his wet cock rubbing up against her belly, it's heat spreading across her flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly awaited his next move while she took the opportunity to get some rest.
Seeing this, Floch gave her a quick peck on the lips. "We're not done yet, so who said you get to catch your breath? On your hands and knees, Sasha." Before she could comment on that, Sasha found herself flung back down again, this time on all fours. His hands gently caressed her hips and groped her ass cheeks, she squirmed at the touch before she allowed him to guide her, his hand pressing against the small of her back which made her arch her back for him.
"Let's get back to it shall we?"
Sasha glanced up at him from the corner of her eye, her bangs concealing her face a little, sticking to her sweaty face. She wiggled her butt a little and pressed it back against him, prompting him to align the tip of dick with her warm, velvety entrance, rubbing against it teasingly before eliciting a gasp from her as he entered. She bit her lip at that familiar feeling she quickly grew to love, her walls expanding to accommodate his length, her pussy feeling filled, the constant bursts of pleasure as it went back and forth, it almost felt wrong not having him inside.
She could hardly believe what he had turned her into, hours ago she'd have laughed if somebody had told her she'd end up on Floch Forster's bed, getting fucked into submission by the man she was trying to save from himself. Not now though, while she was still feeling in shockat was happening, she couldn't care less, in her opinion, she should have done this sooner.
"Ah... ohhh, Floch!"
She momentarily tensed as he slipped all the way inside, her head dropping down with a gasp as electricity shot through her body. Her arms grew weak, and her top half dropped down against the mattress as she used her elbows for support. He gripped her hips and picked up a rhythm, rutting into her steadily as the bed creaked beneath all of their movement. She hadn't noticed that sound before until now, feeling the vibrations on her cheek. She resumed her focus on his cock sliding in and out of her quivering pussy.
After tonight, sex might actually come at a close second to food.
Floch groaned as he bucked his hips, her snug pussy was doing its best to suck him dry, her walls clinging onto him greedily. It was fairly easy to give into lust, his thrusts turned more wild and frantic. He used his left arm to support himself while his other hand instincitvely snuck it's way between her and the mattress to get a firm hold of her alluring chest once more. She reached behind her and cupped his cheek, craning her neck to drink in the sight of him as he took her from behind.
Perhaps it was all the built-up stress from work, or the annoying antics he had to put up with from her over the last few months but sheathing himself deep within her scratched an itch he never knew he had. Waves of gratifying pleasure rippled through him as he continued to fuck the dazed girl into a mind-bending euphoria. This sweaty sight of her bent over, back arched, ass bouncing back and forth against him all while crying out his name felt like a fever dream.
It would have been cruel if he were to wake up and find himself passed out back at the tavern, but thankfully that wasn't the case, it was all real.
Sasha Blouse was completely his tonight as much as he was hers. At least for tonight, every inch of her soft glistening skin belonged to him. Tomorrow morning, they'll go back to being comrades from the same squad, return to being the broody loner getting harassed by the outgoing airhead, they might even revert to awkward strangers. But for tonight, they'd get to explore one another intimately and give in to their passion and lust.
He looked down at her, at her pleading eyes, completely dazed and lustful. He couldn't help but reflect on what she intially looked like when she had first approached him, comparing the two girls side by side nearly drove him over the edge, his cock hardening even more inside of her. Whatever she had planned, he was absolutely confident this wasn't it, even he didn't think he'd be fucking her brains out tonight but here they were. It was hard to not become possessive in this state, he wanted to engrave himself into her as much as possible, as dangerous as the thought sounded.
"Mine... You're mine, Sasha." He leaned in to whisper into her ear, causing her to shiver in delight as he watched her eyes expand in real time. "You're mine aren't you?" He softly asked, and she dumbly shook her head.
"Yes... Yours, I'm yours, keep fucking me..."
"I don't know about that, you've been getting awfully close to that Niccolo guy lately." He teased her, threatening to stop as he slowed the pace.
In a moment of panic, she whined back at him desperately. "Nooo, he's just a friend, please..."
"You mean it?"
She nodded again, reaching to cup his face again and guide him to her face. The two locked lips together once more, as he hugged her closer and upped the pace. Sasha mirrored these lustful cravings beneath him, savoring his touch and each inch entering her. Eventually it became to much for her to handle, and as they seperated to get some air, she dropped back around to clutch his pillow close to her face.
Seeing this, the redhead leaned back and firmly squeezed her ass before delivering a slap against the flesh, causing her to yelp in surprise. She turned slightly and glanced up at him from the corner of her eye in awe, as he continued to abuse the flesh before him, much to her hidden delight. "Fuck, you liked that huh? You're so fucking tight again..." Floch gritted his teeth with a harsh exhale then pulled her roughly by the ponytail to bring her up. Sasha's trembling and incoherent cries reached his ears as he picked up the pace, slamming into her with growing desperation, the room filled with moans and that of flesh slapping against flesh with the occasional slap on the rear.
"Sasha... Sasha... Fuck..."
Her ponytail unexpectedly came undone as her head nearly slipped out of his grasp, he quickly moved his hand from her hip to wrap around her chest and catch her. Meanwhile, his other palm wrapped around her throat tightly. He brought her closer to him to where she could feel his warm erratic breathing on her neck, still savagely slamming into her cunt. He leaned in and attacked her collarbone, trailing kisses along the flesh before sucking harshly on her neck.
Recalling what he had told her earlier, a sudden urge within him compelled him to mark her even further than this. He hovered his mouth near one of the bruises he gave her and sunk his teeth into her flesh, causing her to tense up and squeak out a little surprised gasp but that didn't deter him from leaving further bites on her shoulder. He pulled back to inspect his work, feeling satisfied, he grabbed her by the chin to get another taste of her lips only to get a view of the drooling, intoxicated mess he had turned her into.
"Such a lovely face you're making, I want to ruin it even more..." He whispered darkly, crashing his lips against hers, their tongues wrestling one another in a heated exchange.
"Mhmm..." Sasha moaned into his mouth.
It didn't take long for her loose hair to annoy him by getting in the way, he pushed her back onto the bed and pressed a palm between her shoulder blades forcing her against the bed. She grabbed onto the pillow and bit into it as she felt a second orgasm ripple through her, his cock slamming frantically into her pussy. Floch sucked in a sharp breath as her body quivered beneath his hold, realizing that he was near the end of the line as well. A dark corner of his mind whispered to him to leave her something more permanent than a mere bruise or bite mark, one that would be more aligned with his inate desire to breed, it whispered to give in to his instincts and fill up Sasha Blouse with his seed.
"I love it so much! Ah! Floch! You're s-so good!... Ohh, I love it... Ah.. Ahh!"
Her cries snapped him back to reality as he hastily banished those thoughts, shit, he best pull out of her soon, as nice as it would have been to finish inside, he didn't fancy the idea of getting her pregnant. He could only imagine in horror what the rest of their squad would do to him if he knocked her up.
"Sasha, I'm very close..."
The girl in question was too far gone to even realize what he had meant, close to what exactly? Who knew? Who cared? Between his enticing grunts against her ear, the sound of his groin slapping against her ass, the heavy musk of sex fogging her mind and the intense lust consuming her; it would have been a miracle if she formed any coherent thoughts at all. Yeah, they were pretty close to each other right now and all that mattered was that she continued to enjoy that mind-blowing high she was currently experiencing.
She whined in complaint as she felt him slowing down again; she didn't want to change positions and interrupt what she was currently feeling. In an act of protest, she pushed her ass back against him roughly, sheathing his cock all the way back inside to the hilt and clenched down on him as he looked down in shock. She rolled her hips around his length, her vice-like grip holding on to his arm to prevent him from going anywhere, and if the way he gasped and his body jerked was any indication, she did well.
Oblivious to his climax, she cried out to him. "S-Stay in! Don't you dare stop and pull out again!"
His features contorted with a mind-shattering orgasm, his entire body tensing as a response, he let out one final cry of horror and desperation as he succumbed to the inevitable.
"NO! Fuck, FUCK! NO! S-SASHA!"
He crumbled, instinctively bending over to wrap his arms around her frame, and seizing her by the breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh to a point where pleasure vaguely faded into pain. Their sweaty bodies melded together, his arms locked around her and held her firmly in place, he was on the verge of breeding Sasha Blouse, they were well beyond the point of return and she didn't even know it.
He groaned sharply through gritted teeth, eyes shut from the overbearing pleasure. In that moment, Sasha briefly regained her senses but her fate was already sealed, physically feeling his cock turn stiffer than usual inside of her. She tensed with an involuntary gasp, her mouth ajar with a silent scream as her wide eyes fixed on the headboard infront of her. His cock throbbed inside her once, twice, and then she felt his seed rushing inside her, thick molten ropes of cum shooting into her unprotected womb unexpectedly. Each throb met with whimpers, incoherently crying out his name repeatedly between each breath as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Sasha shuddered and buried her face into the pillow, until only her half-lidded eyes were visible, their focus lost. In a state beyond common sense, Floch abandonned all of his rational thoughts and buried himself deeper inside of her as he emptied his balls into her pussy. He leaned in and pulled her face from the pillow, silencing her gasps with a sloppy kiss as he groaned into her mouth, rolling his hips as instinct took over and his animalistic side ensured every drop had been shot into her womb.
Floch suddenly collapsed against her, his body finally overwhelmed by the pleasure, their lips still connected. Sasha trembled a little, drunken by the pooling heat in her groin and the remnants of ecstasy clouding her thoughts beneath his crushing bodyweight. Sasha remained there, her cheek pressed on the pillow as she heaved unevenly, in a state of blissful recovery. A distant corner in the back of her mind whispered that there might be a good chance Floch Forster had gotten her pregnant just now.
She gasped as their lips disconnected, leaving behind a trail of saliva. "P-pull out, ya're gonna get me pregnant..."
In his state of bliss, Floch narrowed his eyes at her in disbelief. "A little too late to be saying that... Sasha." She whimpered in return as she buried her face in the pillow. "God, you're a bit of a slut aren't you? Look at what you made me fucking do..." He hissed with a heavy breath into her hair, and she couldn't help but shudder at that.
He willed himself to use his arm as support before he gingerly pulled himself out of her quivering pussy, his cum immediately leaking out of her hole. He sat on his knees and watched his seed slowly trickle out of her, the sight threatened to make him hard again, he gave a weak chuckle and slapped her ass, elicting a sharp cry of surprise from her. "Fuck, I'm getting hard again just watching you like this..." He muttered quietly, she had been utterly defeated but she tuned it out and sunk her face into the pillow instead.
Soon enough, he used up the last of his strength and collapsed next to her. "You idiot..."
She immediately closed the distance between them and wrapped herself around him, holding onto him tightly as she buried her head into the crook of his neck beneath the cover of a blanket, sleep threatening to claim her. Unlike him, she wasn't currently worried what had just happened, maybe that'll change in the morning. For now, she simply savored his scent, his warm body, his heartbeats and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. She simply couldn't get enough of him, he was her first, she smiled a little as she began to draw circles on his chest.
"I can't believe we did this..." She muttered into his chest.
"You can say that again." He sighed.
"Hey, whatcha thinking about right now?" She wondered, looking up to meet his gaze.
He peered down at her in the darkness, the only light source being the moonlight pouring from the window. "Funeral costs... Writing a will... Which Ackermann kills quicker."
She giggled a bit, causing him to frown. Sasha however, was still searching for an answer. "Alright! Answer me seriously this time."
He looked at her with a contemplative look before he glanced up at the ceiling to give it some thought. "I guess... This was nice, well, that's an understatement, the only other thing that can top this is if we woke up tomorrow to find that we won the war. So, this was more than nice, this was fucking amazing."
She flashed him a smile. "It really was.. I feel the same too, So... this wasn't a waste of your time? Ya didn't feel it was selfish at all?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Not at all, don't think I could have spent the night any better if I tried." He tightened his hold on her to emphasize, before he gazed longingly into her eyes. "Besides, I think I found my clearing in that forest you talked about."
"What is it?" She asked curiously, her face red as she averted her gaze from his.
"Remember what you said earlier about looking up?" He took her chin and lifted her head to get a better look at her. "Well, I did and I'm looking at it." He revealed, causing a deep blush to spread to her face.
She buried her face in his neck, but he could visibly feel her smile against his skin. "Ya're killing me here..." She murmured before she looked back up at him with a determined gaze. "Hey, can I tell ya a little story?"
"Mhm," He hummed back at her.
"It goes something like this. A stupid war finally comes to an end, two idiots get a farm out in the countryside of wall Maria and they get to have all the meat in the world to themselves. Hell, the two of them feel generous enough to share with the rest of their friends as well, and then they live happily ever after, the end."
He chuckled. "That's a shitty story Blouse,"
"Hey!"
"I mean, honestly, I like the premise, the ending was touching too, but I don't know about this whole sharing thing. But a farm eh? Sounds great to me, potato girl."
"Shut up, bird nest." She stuck her tongue out at him.
A comfortable silence descended upon them before he asked her again.
"Do you want to... go grab something to eat tomorrow morning and talk a little? We should get to know more about each other." He asked her, to which she nodded. He looked relieved, before he continued. "It's uhh, awkwardly saying it now after what we just did but I don't really know you that well, Sasha." He admitted bashfully.
"No, ya don't ya idiot." She gave a faint smile.
"But I'd like to, you can tell me all about yourself tomorrow over some coffee and breakfast." He added, before grimacing. "Besides, we're going to be under a lot of pressure from the others for ditching them, so I don't want to go through that on an empty stomach."
She cringed at that as well, remembering they weren't alone at that tavern. "Sure, sounds lovely."
The two of them already knew that they'd be under heavy suspicion by the time they meet their squad, leaving together like that and then being together the next morning would have sent obvious signals to everyone. Besides, she didn't exactly hide her attempts at getting close to him these last couple of months. Well, whatever, nobody had a say in who the two of them go out with.
"Is it... a date?" He reluctantly asked to which she nodded.
"After tonight? It better be!"
That put him at ease a little. "That's good, I thought... this was going to be a one time thing only."
"Hah, fat chance!" She grinned, pinching him a little.
"That's... great, really. Do you think I'll survive the trip to the shops tomorrow?"
"I'm sure ya're gonna be fine."
"You're a shitty liar, Sasha."
"Can't outrun yar punishment forever, I also think we need to talk about... what happened." Her face suddenly took on a much more uncertain expression as she gazed into his eyes.
"Yeah, you're right, we will." Something compelled him to kiss the top of her head in that moment and he did. "But no matter what, I'll still be here with you." That seemed to put her at ease a little, as she offered him a smile in return. "We should get some sleep for now, goodnight."
"G'night!"
With a contented sigh, he pressed a tender kiss on her forehead, and she responded by burrowing even closer. His arms enveloped her in a protective embrace, as both let go of the stresses of the outside world for a moment. Eventually, they began to drift off to sleep, still entwined in each other's arms. For them, nothing else currently mattered but this simple moment, tomorrow, there'll be all the time in the world to deal with everything.
While this wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she started this, the beast was finally tamed... probably.
"Hey, Floch?"
He opened his eyes with curiosity. "Yeah?"
"I love you."
His eyes widened hearing that, and she could instantly feel his heartbeats thundering against her chest, causing her butterflies in her stomach.
"I- I love you too, Sasha."
He held her tighter in his arms and she gave him a peck on the lips before she went back to sleep, she had to be certain. Surely enough, her heart also wouldn't stop racing, yup, the beast was definitely tamed.