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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭
Summary: Mikasa’s been struggling a lot; broke, burnt out, and just trying to keep it together. After months of barely scraping by, she finally agrees to go on a date, mostly because she’s tired of being alone. It’s nothing special, just a night to forget for a little while. But before she knows it, she’s caught up in the moment, agreeing to a one-night stand. She doesn’t know why, but it’s the only thing that feels right in a long time.
I really wanted to do something special for @comelicute1214-blog, and even though it’s just a small gesture, I’m genuinely happy with how it turned out! This is inspired by one of the AUs here on Tumblr, the sugar daddy Eren AU, where Mikasa ends up with a man, and surprise, he's actually the father of one of her students/friends. I hope you love it, Ina. I’m so grateful to have met you, and I just wanted to say that I love you so so so much!! I hope we have many, many years of friendship!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🩷🩷
Word count: 5.7k
CWs: oral sex, doggy, age gap.
Mikasa shouldn’t be in this hotel room. No, scratch that. Mikasa shouldn’t even be here, period.
She should be curled up in the comfort of her own bed, half-watching some meaningless documentary about the origin of the Earth, one clearly put together with the most half-baked research possible. She’d spend the night criticizing the ridiculous facts until her mind grew heavy with sleep, only to drift off and wake up to the grind of another day working on campus. A routine so familiar it could’ve been scripted.
But none of that was her reality now. There was no cosy bed, no mindless shows to zone out to. Hell, there wasn’t even a home. What Mikasa had was a cramped space shoved into someone else’s apartment, a borrowed life she’d been living for too long. A life built on favours, debts, and a bankruptcy she couldn’t shake, no matter how much she tried to convince herself she’d be okay.
So, yeah, after twenty-five years of tragedy stacking on top of tragedy, it was almost expected she’d end up this way. When everything around you felt like it was crumbling, it was easy to make reckless decisions.
And here she was, in a sleek, hotel room, the kind that made her skin feel too tight against its expensive sheets. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But after months of darkness, of standing still in her own mess, she’d somehow found enough strength to act. And that act? Signing up for a dating app, hoping—no, believing—that a little spontaneity would fix it all. So, here she was, in the most luxurious hotel room she could never afford, with something inside telling her that just a few guts arrangements by this man she had just met, could be the key to fixing everything of her problems.
(It wouldn’t fix shit, of course. But she was here now, wasn’t she? And sometimes, you just had to trust that the wrong decisions would lead you to something... even if you didn’t know what that something was yet.)
So Mikasa jumped in her place when the door clicked shut behind her, the sound cutting through the air like a warning. Her heart skipped as she twisted around, and there he was. The man she hadn’t expected to have a match in that shady app, the one she’d swiped right on, the only man whose profile had made her feel… comfortable? Her date for the night and possibly the man who would be inside her in just a matter of minutes.
“I’m sorry, doll, my daughter can be a real pain,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he set his phone down on a nearby table. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing a tight shirt stretched over muscles that seemed too sculpted to be real. “I just made her a transfer so she won’t bother us for the rest of the night. Don’t worry.”
He shot her a wink, a slow, deliberate one that made his deep green eyes gleam with something dangerously close to mischief.
And just like that, Mikasa felt any hesitation she’d had slip away.
God, could someone really be this beautiful? She wasn’t sure. But here was this man, standing right in front of her, this perfect specimen of a man who had not only invited her to dinner but had somehow turned this into an offer for a night of casual sex. One she didn’t think of declining at any time. Like, how many times did you got the chance to fuck with someone like him?
Maybe, just maybe, her luck was finally taking a turn for the better.
“You know, this is the first time all night you mentioned having a daughter,” Mikasa said, her voice soft but laced with a hint of sarcasm as she cocked her head. “Now I’m really starting to have second thoughts... Mr. Jaeger.”
He gave her a playful smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Are you sure I didn’t mention it, doll?” He clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. “I could’ve sworn I did, you know, right after I told you I was divorced.” His smile widened, a slow, deliberate curve. “Does this change things for you?”
Not really.
If anything, the revelation only added to his appeal. Divorced, a dad, and still carrying that dangerous, undeniable sex appeal that made Mikasa’s pulse race. She couldn’t lie—it wasn’t changing a damn thing. If anything, it was making her want to fuck him even more.
(A sinful thought, but it didn’t matter.)
She took a breath, trying to calm the rush of anticipation coursing through her veins. “I guess it doesn’t change much,” she said, “but, I don’t know... makes me wonder what kind of man you really are.”
Mr. Jaeger chuckled, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent—a mix of cologne and something deeper—sending a jolt straight to her core. “Oh, I’m a lot of things, Mikasa,” he said, his voice a smooth, rumbling whisper. “And I have told you plainly; I want to be the man that fucks you tonight. Haven’t I said that?”
Delicious. Simply delicious. His words hung in the air, thick and heavy, like a promise she hadn’t realised she wanted. Mikasa felt her pulse race, her body responding before her mind could catch up, and she clenched her legs together instinctively, trying to suppress the sudden rush of desire.
He leaned in slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, sensing her reaction. “So,” he began, his voice now a low murmur, “will you run away, doll? Or will you let me fuck you?”
And then, without a word, he took a step toward the centre of the room. He reached behind his back and, with a fluid motion, peeled his shirt off.
Mikasa’s breath caught in her throat as he stood there, exposed, his body a masterpiece of muscle and strength. There were so many words she could’ve used to describe the perfection in front of her.
Jacked. Ripped. Built.
Drool-worthy. Man candy. God damn.
But the only thing that seemed fitting—no, real—was: holy fucking shit.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Every inch of him was sculpted, defined. His chest, his abs, the way his muscles flexed with every slight movement—it was almost unreal. And there he was, standing tall and confident, as if he knew exactly what effect he had on her.
“Straight to the point, Mr. Jaeger,” Mikasa said, biting her lower lip, the nervous tension in her voice a perfect match for the intense energy in the room.
His laugh came low and dark, sending a thrill through her.
“Do you want to chat a little, doll?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Alright, fine, we can do that. But tell me... what do you want to know about my life that I haven’t already shared?” He stepped closer, letting the distance between them shrink just a little more. “I used to play football, now I’m a coach... and I recently moved to the city for work. What more?” He raised an eyebrow, challenging her to keep up.
“Your daughter.” Mikasa’s voice trembled just a little. “Won’t she be mad knowing her dad’s out of the house about to fuck someone he met on a dating app?”
Mr. Jaeger—as he asked her to address him—chuckled, the sound thick and sensual, sending a pulse of heat straight through her. “My daughter isn’t interested in what I do as long as I spoil her when she needs it, you know?” He shrugged, as if the details were insignificant. But Mikasa wasn’t satisfied just yet.
He noticed her hesitation, the way her eyes lingered, and sighed with a knowing smirk. “We don’t live together,” he added. “She, uh, used to live with her mother and now she’s at Trost University. We’ll probably move in together eventually, but that’s... going into too much detail.”
His words drifted off, but Mikasa didn’t catch much more. Her mind had stopped at college. She blinked, processing the thought. So, the daughter was a big girl.
“Doll?” Mr. Jaeger’s voice pulled her back.
“It’s okay,” Mikasa replied with a soft laugh, her nerves attempting to mask the truth of her words. “I’m just trying not to make an enemy, you know? I wouldn’t want to know my dad’s out fucking strangers.” She chuckled. “If I were your daughter, I would kill whoever is fucking my dad.”
The man grinned, eyes darkening, and took a step closer. “You’re not a stranger anymore, doll, and certainly you are not my daughter.” His voice was like honey—smooth, tempting. He winked as he closed the distance between them, his presence overwhelming. “She doesn’t keep tabs on me. Don’t worry, alright?”
And Mikasa tried not to. Really, she did.
This was it. A one-night stand. A powerful, fleeting moment of release. A good fuck and then she’d be back to her life. She had no intention of doing this again, no intention of letting herself get caught up in his world. She would take off her clothes, let Mr. Jaeger do whatever he wanted with her body, and then leave it all behind. He’d vanish into her past, and she’d go back to the life she knew. The daughter? A non-issue—at least, that’s what she tried to convince herself. She wouldn’t see any of them again. None of them.
“Well then,” he spoke again. “Let’s move.” And so his hands went to the front of his pants and made short work of the button and zip.
As the man took out his pants, Mikasa couldn’t help but gasp, her breath catching as her eyes locked onto Mr. Jaeger’s thighs. They were huge, thick, so muscular, that they could easily be two or even three of her own. The way they bulged and flexed with each movement, she couldn’t help but admire the results of years of football conditioning.
“Take off your dress, doll,” he said, his voice thick with desire as his thumb brushed the hem of his black boxers, the fabric stretched tight, doing nothing to hide the impressive, hard bulge beneath.
Mikasa’s breath hitched, and she tried to steady herself, fighting the sudden rush of heat that flooded her body. The sight of him sent her pulse into overdrive. She did as he asked, hands trembling slightly as she slowly pulled the dress off, her eyes not leaving his. And just as she pulled her dress over her head and stood there in nothing but her panties, her hands fell to her sides, numb. She barely had time to process it when Mr. Jaeger, with a single motion, slid his boxers off, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Good Lord.
Every muscle, every tendon, every vein was on full display, each one seemingly carved from stone. Mikasa couldn’t look away. His body was a masterpiece.
Then, well, there was his cock.
Was it appropriate to stare? Mikasa didn’t know, and honestly, she didn’t care. Her gaze locked onto it, riveted, unable to break free from the sight. It was perfect: long, thick, standing at attention, soooo hard.
And, suddenly, she wanted to wrap her hand around it. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to hear his breathing get ragged.
And, somehow, she was too wrapped up in her little fantasy to notice she had moved so close to him that she could almost feel his breath on her face.
“You forgot this, doll,” he said and slid his thumbs down her hips, burying them in the hem of her panties and with the same easy movement as before, he took them off, letting her slide them down her legs.
“You have a way of undressing very quickly, Mr. Jaeger,” she said, trying to ease the tension of anticipation out of her chest. “A lot of experience, I dare to say.”
He let out a low chuckle, the sound rich and teasing. “You don’t want to talk about my experience right now, do you, Mikasa?” Oh, the way he said her name, smooth and almost seductive, made her heart stutter. “But I can assure you, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
And that’s exactly what she hoped for. Mikasa was done with little boys. She was so tired of them—tired of the younger men who had promised her everything and delivered nothing but disappointment and misery. But this man, this older man in his forties, with just enough salt in his brown hair to make him look distinguished, was offering something different. Something she needed.
What was it that she needed? Experience. So much experience. And a good, long, messy fuck. She hadn’t realised how much she had craved it until now, until the heat in the room became almost unbearable, the anticipation hanging in the air like a tangible thing.
“Just fuck me already.” She almost purred that and she should have been embarrassed. She wasn’t, though. “Fuck me, Mr. Jaeger,” she repeated.
“Eren,” he said, wrapping his hand around her waist so she could feel his hard cock between them. “When I’m buried deep inside you, you’re going to call me Eren. You’re going to scream for me very loudly and you will only say Eren. Is that understood, Mikasa?”
She nodded, almost stammering. “Y-yes.”
“And you’re going to be a good girl for me; you’ll do everything I tell you. Is that understood as well?”
Mikasa found herself stammering again. “Y-yes, Mr…”—she bit her lip—“Eren.”
“Good.” He smiled wickedly. “Then why don’t you get on your knees and show me how obedient you are, hmm?
His raw words sparked something inside her—a slow burn, like a snake of heat winding from her stomach straight down, leaving her legs weak and her body trembling with desire. It was an unexpected feeling, something that, if she was in the right mind to examine, would seem a weird reaction.
But as it was... her mind had one thing it wanted. And if getting it meant that she had to get on her knees for him first, well, so be it. She’d come here willingly, after all. It wasn’t like she’d fought against it.
Alright, so after sucking in her lower lip, Mikasa slowly sank to her knees, the softness of the rug kissing her skin as she settled.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t sucked cock before, God. She had. But now that she had that masterful cock right in front of her, she had no feeling it was going to fit in her mouth. And, damn, if that cock didn’t fit in her mouth, it was even less going to fit in her pussy.
“Relax,” he told her, “I’ll make that little mouth work very carefully, doll. Nothing to fear.”
In response, she tenderly ran her cheek against his shaft, something like a kitten snuggling in a soft blanket. And boy, did she feel like a kitten, given how soft Mr. Jaeger’s hard cock was.
Lightly stroking him, she cupped his dusky balls, hefting their warm weight.
“These look like they ache.”
Slow, solemn nod. “They are aching for you, doll.”
Mikasa nuzzled his sac, his scent intoxicating her. He groaned, widening his stance for more. When she tugged on his balls, his cock jerked with excitement, precum beading on the crown. The glistening was so pretty that she suddenly felt the need to bend and kiss it, moist her lips with his stickiness.
And she did that.
She leaned in to rub the slippery, plum-coloured head against her lips, then licked them for his taste. “Sublime, so sublime,” she said aloud, unconsciously.
Mr. Jaeger brows drew together, as if he was racked with disbelief—and delight. “Oh, fuck, doll…”
Seeing his face, it only fueled her courage. So Mikasa gave him another lick, then circled the crown. Peering up at him to gauge more of his reaction, she flicked that ring with her tongue. “Your cock is so tasty,” she said, feeling foolish for her words.
But again, Mr. Jaeger surprised her, and chuckled. Yet he didn’t say anything further, and his hand went to the back of her head, grabbing strands of hair and all. Then he shuddered, his torso muscles rippling. “Suck it between your lips, doll. All in your mouth.”
Mikasa complied and gripped the base of his shaft as her mouth closed tight over the swollen tip. “Ummm,” she moaned around it, letting him feel the vibrations.
“Fuck, doll. Take it deep for me. All the way down.”
As she moved farther down his length, she pumped her fist, hand and mouth working together. All the while, she held his tormented gaze.
“How pretty you look over there, Mikasa,” he groaned. “You suck me like you’ve been waiting your entire life for it.”
Maybe that was how it was meant to be, who could say? Mikasa felt something shift inside her with each movement, a surge of courage creeping up from deep within. The more she worked his cock, the more she realised how much she wanted it inside her.
And when her other hand drifted down to frig her clit, a ragged groan broke from his chest.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
In response, she mumbled, his cock still in her mouth, causing Eren to roll his eyes. Once he’d recovered, he pulled out of her and grabbed her chin, lifting her up.
“I am gonna let you work that sweet mouth on me again. But right now, doll, I need to fucking be inside you. I need to feel your pretty, tight cunny squeezing me as you scream my name. And just when you start to come down, I am going to push you right back up. Over and over. Until you can’t scream anymore. Until all you can do is choke for breath and let it slam through you. Alright?”
Good Lord.
She barely stifled a growl between her lips, and just when she thought she might lose herself completely, he pushed her backward, sending her crashing onto the mattress with an audible gasp escaping her. The sudden change in position left her breathless, her body igniting as she looked up at him, every part of her begging for more.
“Turn around on your knees and spread your legs,” he commanded, rising above her. “I want them very, very spread for me, Mikasa.”
Falling under his influence, Mikasa did exactly that, tentatively spreading her legs.
But Mr. Jaeger didn’t seem to want to wait any longer. “Wider,” he said, and she pushed them wider, leaving her legs wider than hip-width. “Good girl,” he murmured, the sound practically a rolling purr off his lips, and she felt his approval like a warm blanket.
His hands moved to cup her ass checks, digging into her skin in a delicious way that made her head tilt back. But then he moved down, on his knees. She barely had seconds to feel the mortified objection forming in her mind before his tongue slid down her slit and found her clit, making her whole body shudder, her hands balling into fists.
“Oh my god...” She whimpered, arching her back down, giving him better access.
But then the contact ended and his hand traced down her spine, sending a shiver through her system.
“Don’t move,” he said, his voice firm.
“Why…” Mikasa�� started to ask, turning to look at him.
And so his hand grabbed the back of her neck, pushing it to face away from him. “I told you not to move,” he repeated, and Mikasa nodded.
He took his time, as if testing if she would break his rule once more. But Mikasa could only grow impatient as minutes seemed to be hours with her ass up and her pussy so needy of attention.
“Please, your mouth.” She could hardly utter my thoughts. “Your tongue.” Please, please, please.
“I told you to be a good girl, doll. No disobeying me,” he murmured, his voice rough and commanding as he leaned over her.
“I won’t disobey again, I swear.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry as she fought to steady her breathing. “Please... Eren.”
And just like that, the sweet mention of his name seemed to be an incantation. Soon, Mikasa felt one of Eren’s hands cupping her pussy.
His fingers slided up between her folds to the swollen tip of her clit, which he then gave a firm circle. Her back bowed off the mattress as her mouth gaped in a silent moan.
“Such a pretty clit,” he said, circling it with the kind of pressure that sent her toes curling. “Do you touch it, doll? Rub it with your pretty little fingers?”
“Yes,” she swallowed, eyelashes fluttering. “Oh God.”
“And do you make yourself cum?”
She gasped, feeling him pinch. “Y-yes.”
He continued playing with her clit, alternating between circles and pinches that took her breath away. “So beautiful,” he said, “I think you deserve to have my mouth down there again.”
Mikasa nearly squirmed with joy. But she said she would be an obedient girl. So, with bated breath, she waited for him to kneel and repeat the ritual.
And so he did. He leaned down and gave her sweet cunt a long kiss, taking his time tasting her, licking her, finding with his tongue the satiny skin beneath her slit, the small, needy bulge at its apex.
She couldn’t help but let out a soft sound that was something like the cross between a laugh and a wail—an inelegant noise that came right from her belly—all surprise and longing. In response, Eren kissed her cunt even deeper, as if he took pleasure in hearing her recoil in ectasis. And he continued sucking her, licking her thoroughly with knees on the floor, wide shoulders folded in between her thighs, hands sliding greedily under her ass to lift her to his face.
“You taste so sweet,” Eren grinded out as he pulled back for a breath. “So fucking sweet. And you smell—” He buried his nose in her and breathed it in, which made her squeeze her legs together in embarrassment. But he didn’t care if she was being prudish. Instead, he took his time smelling, deliberately running his nose along the outside folds and to the tip of her clit and then down between her cheeks, which made Mikasa jolt in panic. “So fucking sweet too,” was he final verdict.
Then he returned to his task, he licked right at her entrance, and then moved to her sensitive bud again. And so he fucked it with his stiffened tongue.
Once her mind caught up with what her body was experiencing, Mikasa screamed. Shattered. “Oh, my God! Yes!” Her back arched like a bow, thighs pressing into the mattress as he licked her deep.
But once Mikasa had peaked, he kept going, ravenous. Eren spread her wide with both hands to lap up her cum.
She twisted beneath his mouth. “Too much! Too much, Eren!”
But he ignored her. Mikasa tried to break his kiss, but he wasn’t budging, too busy making a meal out of her. She couldn’t fight him, though, couldn’t push him away. She was helpless to do anything other than take the pleasure he was forcing on her.
So she had no choice but surrender. Only then did he give her a reprieve. He nuzzled her again, his harsh breaths tickling her hypersensitive flesh.
Mikasa’s face fell to the mattress muffling her voice. “Oh, my God.” She had just come harder than ever before, from oral sex and the perpetrator was this beautiful man that she had just met an hour before. “I need…” she muttered, wasted. “I need…”
“Beg me for my cock, doll,” he said, rubbing her back.
Mikasa couldn’t form an answer, her thoughts clouded and distant, tangled in a haze that made everything feel like it was happening in slow motion.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked again, clearly growing irritated.
“Oh, God… I don’t… I can’t…”
“Yes you can, doll. All you have to do is beg me for my cock.”
Mikasa couldn’t see his face, but the sensation was unmistakable—the weight of his gaze, like he was laughing at her, mocking the mess he’d made with just his mouth. And how could he not laugh at her? She probably looked like a wreck, a tangled mix of desire and vulnerability, and he was taking full advantage of it.
But it didn’t bother her—not in the slightest. In fact, it only added to the fire burning inside her, an excitement that pulsed harder the more he seemed to savour her unravelling.
“Beg me to fuck you, Mikasa,” he said. “Beg me.”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, lifting her ass for him. “Please fuck me, Eren. Please fuck me hard.”
And he might have smiled again, but Mikasa didn’t entertain the thought for long. For she suddenly felt his hips pushing into her ass, so his cock slid between her ass checks, making her arch up even more and start to rub against him. His hands slid up her sides, snaking around to her flat belly, moving upward until his calloused, hard palms covered her perky breasts that grew heavy at the contact, nipples hardening painfully as he started to roll them between his fingers.
Eren’s chin shifted, the side of his face brushing her black hair out of the way before his lips went to the skin of her neck, sucking hard. At that second, his cock slid up and hit the sweet spot, making an unexpected squirm slam through her body, breath catching in her lungs.
“Say my name when you come,” he commanded.
“Eren,”she strangled out, feeling her legs shake as the pulsations started to waver off.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
One of his hands splayed between her breasts, the other slid down her stomach, brushing over her suddenly too-sensitive clit, and guiding himself. Mikasa felt his cock press against the entrance for a long second, long enough for her to genuinely worry about his size, before he thrust forward, in one swift motion burying deep.
Something between a half-gasp, half-groan escaped her lips because there was pain. Not the sharp stabbing she was expecting, but a hot, burning sensation as he stretched her to her limit.
Eren paused, buried deep, his warm breath near her ear. “Relax,” he said, sounding tense. “Don’t tense up on me or you will get hurt,” he went on, his hips rocking against her , not quite thrusting, but pulsing inside, getting her body used to the sensation.
Mikasa took a deep breath, letting her head fall back, closing her eyes, letting herself work past the discomfort, letting it slide away until a slow building pleasure replaced it. Then her breathing became more shallow, but faster. And so her hips started moving by their own mind.
“You said you wanted it hard?” he asked, sounding strained.
She wet her lips with her tongue before answering, voice coming out breathy. “Yes, hard.”
Mikasa slid her arms across the mattress, surprised when his hands closed down on top of hers, pinning them in place.
And then there was no thinking. Because his cock was slamming into her. Hard, as promised. And deep, so deep that his balls made a sound every time they collided with her flesh.
She had expected more of the hot, burning sensation. But all Mikasa could feel was the building orgasm, the clawing, aching need increasing to a level that was borderline painful in its intensity.
Then her hands curled into fists squeezing sheets and quilts beneath her as the moans started tearing out of her throat, loud and frantic. Eren’s hands left hers, moving up to her arms and grabbing them backward, using them to give him more leverage as he continued his relentless, steady thrusting.
“There it is, doll,” he said. “Feel your pussy squeezing me?” he asked. And he was right. Mikasa could feel the tightening, the threatening of oblivion. “Come for me, doll. Let me hear you scream my name.”
His cock buried deep.
And then she did come. Hard, loud, and plentiful, so plentiful it might have grown a river between her legs.
Mikasa screamed out his name at a level that made her own ears hurt as her sweet cunt clenched in a rapid succession of pulses. Through it, his thrusts never wavered, never slowed, just kept plowing into her hard and fast so that before the orgasm fully ebbed, it was building again. Just like he promised.
And just like he had predicted, her moans became choked, airy whimpers as her legs started shaking violently, making his hands move from her arms and grab her around the waist, pulling her against him to keep her upright. His teeth bit into her earlobe as his fingers moved up to grab her breasts, digging in, as his thrusts became (if it was possible) harder and faster. Demanding her release so he could reach his own.
Eren’s fingers pinched her nipples as his cock slid out. By the time he was halfway buried inside her again, her body exploded into an orgasm that had her seeing white, mouth opening to scream, but nothing came out.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled as she whispered out his name, the entirety of her body shaking through her orgasm.
Then Mikasa felt him tense, slamming deep as his breath growled out of his throat and he came on the last waves of her orgasm.
“The plan was for you to find a sugar daddy, Mikasa!” Historia said, her voice rising in disbelief as she frantically paced her apartment, clearly looking for something. “Not for you to fuck some man you met on an app and then just run away from him.”
From her seat in the elegant armchair of Historia’s place, Mikasa didn’t even flinch. She only frowned, lost in her thoughts. Last night’s encounter was still fresh, a haze of pleasure and sensation that made it hard to focus on anything else. She’d lost track of how many times she came willingly, and how many times he made her come unwillingly. All that mattered was the intensity—the way it felt, and how it lingered in her body, demanding attention she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
However, despite it being the best night of sex she’d ever had, as soon as the sun rose, Mikasa grabbed her things and bolted. It hit her all at once, she was a mess, a loser who didn’t deserve something this reckless, this good. These kinds of things didn’t happen to her. No, what happened to her was a mountain of debts and the constant weight of not having enough. The reason she’d even considered this date in the first place was because she needed help—needed money. A sugar daddy, mind you.
But then there was Mr. Jaeger. Or, rather, Eren. He’d been different, kind, elegant, almost disarming in a way that made her forget about everything else. And somehow, she ended up tangled with him, a dizzying mix of pleasure that made her lose track of time, not even aware of how many times he made her pass out. It was too good, too much to handle. So, she ran. Because deep down, she knew this wasn’t her life. And because she wouldn’t ask him for money after having sex, mind you.
“I’m not going to find a sugar daddy,” Mikasa finally said, stretching lazily on the couch, letting her body relax into the cushions. “I’ll just get a job.” Another one, she thought with a shudder, but it was better than the alternative. “I don’t want to be someone’s whore, you know?”
Historia shot her a sympathetic glance. “There are men out there willing to pay just for the company of pretty girls, you know? You don’t have to do anything crazy. I'd still think about it if I were you.” She sighed dramatically. “But, hey, if you went straight for sex with a potential candidate, I can see why you might not want to anymore.”
Mikasa hummed in response, her mind still lingering on the warmth of last night.
“But hey,” The blonde added, her eyes now glued to her phone, “it was good, right?”
“Pretty good,” Mikasa said with a smile, a little laugh escaping her lips as she thought back to everything that had happened.
“Well, I’m gonna go,” Historia announced suddenly, jumping up from the couch. “Dad’s already here, and I need to hurry before he heads upstairs. He is desperate, you know?” She reached for her jacket and gazed at her. “You know, this place is as much yours as it is mine, Mikasa. Do whatever you like, hmm? And order food, I’ll pay.”
The smile Historia gave her was bright, beautiful, the kind of smile that could light up a room. But it didn’t warm Mikasa’s heart the way she expected it to.
Historia Reiss, the young blonde with light blue eyes and her mother’s surname, was barely eighteen but already carrying generosity. She had that rare, almost too-perfect character—so kind and altruistic that she had opened her heart to Mikasa without a second thought. She’d joined university that year, taking classes Mikasa tutored, and in no time, had grown attached to her. So attached, in fact, that when Mikasa's financial problems spiraled, Historia didn’t hesitate for a second before offering her help by inviting her to live with her and treating her place like her own.
It was a gesture that spoke volumes about Historia’s big heart, no doubt. But it still left Mikasa feeling small, useless and broke.
“Okay,” Mikasa managed, her voice a little flat, and she muttered to herself, “I’ll pay you later.”
Just as Historia reached for the doorknob, her eyes flicked to her phone, and her face immediately shifted. “I’m an idiot, I didn’t charge it!” Without missing a beat, she darted down the hallway toward her room.
In the brief silence that followed, the apartment doorbell rang, making Mikasa freeze. She glanced over at the hallway where Historia had disappeared, then back at the door, uncertain. Could it be Historia’s dad?
Her gut told her to stay put, but the curiosity tugged at her. Should she answer? Or wait? She wasn’t sure.
Yet the doorbell rang again, sharper this time, and Historia still hadn’t returned. Mikasa let out a small sigh and stood up from the couch, tugging her shorts down before she smoothed her hair as best as she could.
She didn’t bother checking the peephole. Instead, she swung the door open, ready to dismiss whoever was on the other side. But as soon as she did, she froze.
A pair of deep, green eyes locked onto hers—intense, unwavering—as if they knew her intimately. And god they did. He did!
“Doll?” The man asked.
Mikasa’s heart skipped, her breath caught, and everything she had just brushed off seemed to come rushing back. Eren.
What the hell was he doing here?
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for 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓
⁀➴ The eras pass, but we still remain.
Join us this September 22–28 for The Eras: The 1st Eremika Vintage week!
Art by: @foruko
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I miss eremika...
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base from Phiphattt ( I adjusted a bit)
ref from Kwon Eunbi Water bomb performance 2025
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By @foruko! Reunited in another life. ❤️
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Wedding
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Free
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Derpy and Sussie
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Maren
+Goddess of the wave and sea+
Originally designed by NosiaValel
With her boyfriend, Resent (my friend's OC)
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I’ve got my eyes on you.
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Kiss in the rain
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eremika
cherry blossom date
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silly night
eremika high school castes ver
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Hi! I looked at your carrd info. Are your commissions open?
Hi anon!
Yes, My commission still open!
If you are interesting, you can contract me via e-mail : [email protected] include your social media and a brief summary (Stick man/doodle anything it will help me a lot) in 1 file/PDF or 1 E-mail
If you want PSD files. (Not merge effect layer) tell me in the brief.
For commercial use, Please Inform me, before you start the brief.
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wallpaper ver
for a wallpaper version for the phone. Pls feel free to use and don't remove the signature/reupload, or edit
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