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yodawgiherd · 5 years ago

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Bit Tied Up at the Moment

Rating: E

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A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the recent feedback I've gotten, all the kudos/comments/asks, stuff like that. I know that I sound a bit like a broken record at this point, but I really do appreciate every single one, and probably wouldn't be here without them by now. So thank you! This chapter was created in the span of about two weeks, and since I kept adding tidbits here and there, it in the end stretched over 10k words. Life is fun sometimes. If a (way too) long smut with (unnecessary) buildup, is your thing, then enjoy!

In other news, I'm leaving for about two weeks today, so I won't be much around social media while getting the much-needed fresh air. Keep being awesome while I'm gone! And see you guys after.

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Sometimes, it’s important to take a step back and look at the bigger picture, realize what choices and paths were taken in order to get where you are today. Retrospective helps, after all. Having nothing better to do, in the situation she found herself in, incapacitated as she was, Mikasa took a moment to reminisce and do just that. So how does one get naked, well almost, tied to the bed, so tightly that she couldn’t move a muscle, blindfolded, and with her boyfriend doing god knows what devilry just a few feet away, only heightening the tension that was already thick in the air. She tried adjusting her position a bit, but was unable to, as the cuffs held her really, really fast, her own fault, since she was the one urging Eren to tighten her bindings because she’s a strong independent woman, isn’t she?

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said back then, full of confidence, frowning at him.

Eren, who with his hair hanging around his face did look so hot that Mikasa would most likely just jump him if she wasn’t restrained, was unsure, however, reaching over to smooth a strand of raven hair from her face, a feat she was unable to do by herself anymore, as her hands were tied.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

Shaking his head, he fulfilled her wish, albeit his fingers still swept over her wrists and ankles both, making sure that he isn’t cutting into her blood circulation. A feat that was virtually impossible with the type of binding they were using, but Mikasa appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless.

“Right then.”, moving over to stand next to where her head was, Eren pulled out the blindfold from the back pocket of his jeans, smiling down at his helpless, and very excited, victim. “I need to finish some things up, and don’t want you peeking. Ready to go blind?”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

It wasn’t long since the world went dark, just about five minutes, but every second felt like an hour. Mikasa was definitely looking forward whatever Eren was cooking up, and patience regarding her sexual satisfaction was never her strong suit in the first place, a fact that her lover just loved abusing. Well, nothing she could do now. At least the bindings didn’t bite into her skin since the leather was nicely soft, and she was wearing both gloves and stockings to protect her to a degree anyway, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t secure. Rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling, or rather somewhere where she assumed the ceiling was, as the blindfold worked perfectly and the only thing she could see was absolute darkness.

So, where did this all begin?

In the morning, of course. Mikasa woke up all nice and rested, rolling over to be met with the radiant green gaze she adored. Eren gave her a smile, head propped on an elbow, giving her all sorts of sinful thoughts first thing in the morning. Bad influence, really. On his part, Eren wasn’t faring much better, having trouble getting his brain to work at all. Eren always thought of himself as a rather clever person, but Mikasa could just make him lose his head on a moment’s notice, such magical was the hold she had on him and his cognitive abilities. She was looking as beautiful as always, but in addition to that, she was sporting the cutest bedhead ever, making him feel like looking at her equaled staring right into the sun. That bedhead was honestly part of the reason why he loved watching her wake up every morning he could, that thing should be illegal. The way her hair stood all around her face, giving her a little halo of her own, did resemble the sun. His own perfect star, one he was so lucky to have.

“Slept well?”, he asked, doing his best to snap out of the admiration trance.

“It was okay. Much better than a few days back, when I woke up in the middle of the night once, feeling like someone was choking me.”

His grin got wider.

“Choking you, huh?”

“Ass.”, reaching over, she poked him in the chest, “Not the good kind you do, the one that’s done by someone actually trying to hurt you.”

Seeing him still snickering, her frown deepened.

“Was probably just you snoring that woke me anyway.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Sure you don’t.”

Sticking out the tip of her tongue at him, Mikasa felt rightfully avenged and sat up to stretch her sleep-sore muscles, still feeling Eren’s eyes on her body. Not much of a surprise, as they ogled each other rather often, but it took some time getting used to. At the early stages of their relationship, when either of them caught the other during it they usually blushed like crazy and looked right away. Now, however, when she met Eren’s gaze, he just winked at her knowingly.

“Planning something today?”

She shook her head.

“Not anything special, no. Wanted to go for a run, but in this heat, I think I'll just take the bike down to Levi’s gym, use the treadmill there. Don’t wanna cook myself.”, she narrowed her eyes at him, “Why are you asking?”

“I wanted to go shopping today, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”, Eren shrugged, “But it’s fine if you don’t feel like it.”

“Please, why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you? I’ll gladly go.”, getting up from the bed, she turned back towards him, “When are we leaving?”

“Someone’s full of energy.”, following her example, he got up himself, as he had to anyway, “I got a meeting scheduled, one I don’t wanna miss, so how about I’ll go attend it, you can go for your treadmill run, and we meet up later?”

A good plan, one Mikasa could get behind. Breakfast later, some delicious sandwiches that they made together, she was speeding her bike down the road to the gym, the sun climbing to its peak over her head. Levi’s grumpiness was just about fifty percent of the usual levels, for some reason, so it was also a delight to interact with her lovely brother. Meanwhile, Eren had his own problems on the other side of the town.

“I did look over the plans, but I still need a bit more time to figure things out.”, Zackly said, giving him an apologetic smile. “Got the other stuff you wanted though, even with the adjustments.”

Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a large box, sliding it over to Eren, who immediately opened it, inspecting the contents. Picking up one weird looking toy, he arched an eyebrow at it.

“How does this thing even work?”

The shop owner shrugged.

“Not sure, but there’s a manual included with everything. You can pick up on some light reading.”

“Will do.”

Chuckling, Eren closed the box, satisfied. He nodded at Zackly.

“Let me know when you get the time to finish the drafts, okay?”

“If the wife lets me. She’s always like, Darius, why don’t you spend more time with your family? Darius, you know that we had the reservation! Stuff like that.”, he sighed, “The worst thing is, I know that she’s right.”

“Women tend to do that, most of the time.”, reaching over the counter, Eren put a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Hang in there buddy.”

“I’ll do my best. See you Eren, have fun with the new toys.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, we most certainly will.”

With the last wave, he was out of the door, just in time for Zackly’s phone to begin ringing. Checking the screen, he was not surprised in the least to see his wife’s name there. Ah shit, here we go again. Picking up, he steeled himself for another barrage that was sure to follow.

Finding Eren in the mall was easy enough. Sneaking up on him was a bit harder, but Mikasa managed nonetheless, jumping on her prey and covering his eyes with her hands, grinning victoriously.

“Guess who?”

Eren staggered but didn’t fall, much to his credit.

“Oof, such a strong grip, there’s only one person in the whole world that has it.”, he faked a surprised gasp, “Jean, I told you that we must keep our love secret! If Mikasa finds out she’s going to kill us both!”

Gasping herself, she took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and watching her fiancé turn around with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Really? Jean? You’d really compare me to someone you dislike so much?”

“I do not dislike him. Jean Kirstein is my very good friend, as I was ordered to stop fighting with him by my beautiful, not intimidating or scary in the least, girlfriend. Therefore, in order to keep my body intact, we are best buds.”

“Of course, until one of you gets the five-year-old fit again, and you are back to being mortal enemies for a week.”

Eren just shrugged.

“It’s nice having a rival.”

“Rival in what exactly?”, Mikasa shook her head, not understanding the relationship those two dorks had at all, “Really, you make your life sound like some Japanese anime.”

“Must be your influence, you are the only representative of the hentai master race in my life.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. Now let’s do some actual shopping before I bite your head off.”

As it is important to keep your head, Eren had no complaints about her order. Neither of them was really much of a shopaholic, but it was fun to just spend the time together, and Mikasa did pick up a few things that caught her eye.

“Swimming trunks?”, she arched an eyebrow at Eren, who was going through the collection and trying to find a pattern he liked. “Don’t you have some already?”

“I used to.”, he explained, “But you tore them during our last holiday. Don’t remember?”

“Oh, those…”, she did remember, the memory bringing a bit of color into her cheeks. Damn, but that was a good time. They went to some tropical island in the Pacific and It was the first time she got to see the ocean, with her own eyes, in all its glory, the endless waves and salty water scaring her at the start, but it slowly crept under her skin, and before she realized it Mikasa was already missing that big blue thing. Eren also used to make fun of her for the sound she made when the water first touched her feet, the “Eeek!” being apparently so adorable that it etched into his brain. They should go again, sometime soon.

As she had a brand new bikini herself, Mikasa set off to find something she was missing, or rather desired, leaving Eren to ponder his choice of new swimwear. A dress, some sandals, and even a new pair of fingerless padded gloves for her workouts. It was in the shop where she found these, a sport-oriented one, that the interesting thing happened. Coming back after paying for the gloves, Mikasa found Eren staring at the wall, a thing that he usually didn’t do, as far as she knew. Not sure what this was about, she tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Just staring at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”, he answered, swinging his vision back towards the wall, “How can she be so cute, just look at her.”

Mentally preparing for whatever joke this was supposed to be, she followed his eyes with her own, only to find herself staring at nothing else but herself. Well, a rather large version that is. Plastered all over the wall, there was a photo of her, the upper half of her body to be exact, dressed in her workout attire and staring forward with a determined expression, photographed in the middle of tightening one of her gloves. That wasn’t all. Just a few meters to the left, she was shown stretching her arm, a faint smile on her lips. Apparently, Mikasa Ackerman was the shop’s flavor of the month.

“So pretty…”, Eren sighed next to her, the smile on his face suggesting just how much he was enjoying the situation.

Mikasa had no idea what to say. She knew that the photos of her taken at the studio are obviously going somewhere, and she saw a number of magazines with herself already, but this was the first time that she witnessed anyone putting her on the wall as a decoration. It was surely flattering, but also kinda weird, looking at yourself, and Mikasa found herself rather flustered, especially with Eren snickering right next to her. Well then, let’s see how he likes having the game turned around.

“Would you look at that.”, she said, “How many people do you think sees this daily?”

“Ehm, I dunno… A few hundred?”, Eren looked around, “It’s a big shop.”

“Hundreds of people, staring at my body, day by day…”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, “That’s a lot, isn’t it?”

Eren’s eyes narrowed as he watched her.

“What are you implying, exactly?”

“Nothing.”, Mikasa’s smile was the essence of innocence, “But look, you can see the line of my back on the picture, the one that you say you love so much. And here, there’s the beginning of my abs. You know, I wonder, do other people also look at me and think how it would feel to run their hands over those things? To kiss them maybe?”

“I know exactly what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to make me jealous.”, Eren whispered, voice dropping an octave lower, “But you can’t, it’s just a picture,”, reaching out, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Mikasa much closer than before, “I have the real thing.”

“Of course, just a picture, nothing else.”, she agreed readily, “But there’s so many of them, all the magazines and stuff, you think anyone ever did the good old one-two to them?”

The grip on her waist tightened.

“Did you just make me imagine someone masturbating to your photos babe?”, Eren growled right into her ear, the vibrations seeming to travel right through her spine.

“What if I did?”, she whispered right back, defiant.

“Then I suggest we should pack it up and go home. I have some….hmm.. training to do.”

Bingo.

“Then we better go, wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

Done with talking, Eren grabbed a hold of her hand, definitely a bit more firm than usual, and set a brisk pace back towards the car, jaw clenched. Matching his tempo, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel the anticipation inside her rising, because as worked up as he was, whatever he was about to do to her, it should be pretty damn worth it. Bless whoever decided that her face is the best option for that sportswear shop’s wall, really.

Even the drive home was a tease, since Eren kept one hand on Mikasa’s knee, all possessive suddenly, playing with the hem of her skirt but never actually dipping his finger underneath it. It wasn’t until they parked in the garage that she noticed the rather large box he pulled out of the trunk, giving her a pause.

“What’s that?”, she wanted to know, not sure if he perhaps bought something for himself when she wasn’t looking, because she couldn’t remember seeing this box before.

“A surprise.”, was all Eren offered, not bothering to explain it any further before once again taking hold of her hand and pulling the raven inside.

Whatever the magic box was, Eren just took it upstairs, acting like nothing happened, save for the all-knowing smirk that was driving Mikasa nuts. Only after everything they bought was properly put away, he did take her to the bedroom, where the thing was sitting on the dresser, all innocent-like.

“You’re probably wondering what I got for you in the small box of wonders.”, Eren pointed at the mystery-shrouded object, “Don’t you?”

Honestly, she was totally on the edge of her imaginative seat, but he didn’t need to know that now, did he. Doing her best to appear indifferent, she just shrugged.

“A little bit.”, Mikasa admitted, playing it cool. “And the box isn’t really small, it’s pretty big.”

But judging from Eren’s expression, he saw right through her.

“Good point. Anyway, I’ll need you to close your eyes for me love, no peeking. It would spoil the surprise.”

Rolling her eyes about the in her opinion completely unnecessary dramatic flair, she did as he asked, hiding her grey orbs behind their respective lids.

“There. Happy?”

A kiss appeared on her cheek, right on her scar.

“Very much so, thank you babe.”

Eyes closed, Mikasa was left to tap her foot impatiently while Eren rummaged in the admittedly big box of wonders, looking for something. Apparently finding it, he came closer, the desire in her to cheat and crack an eye open increasing with every step he took. But she held herself back and was rewarded with her lover reaching up to wrap something around her neck, the gentle hug of leather very familiar on her skin.

“All right, you can look.”

But opening her eyes, Mikasa couldn’t really see any change, apart from his grin growing wider, because whatever he gave her was firmly holding on her throat, out of the view. It was easy to guess that it was a collar, as she had vast experience with having one, but what was so special about it? It took Eren about ten seconds before he realized that she actually can't see whatever the improvement was, and as soon as he did he stepped aside, letting her approach the full-length mirror they had in the bedroom, finally letting her inspect the new piece she received.

It did look similar to those that they already had, but there were some obvious differences. The most obvious ones were the letters, made in silvery metal, at the front of the thing, spelling nothing else but her own name. They were big, the kind that was attached one by one, taking up most of the space there, save for the ring to attach the leash to, in between the K and A in Mikasa. Another thing she noticed, there was no adjusting this collar, it had only one buckle, and sat perfectly on her neck, which meant that it was made specifically for her, as the name would have suggested anyway.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think?”, she repeated Eren’s question, fingers running over the cool metal of the letters, which felt really pleasurable to the touch, “What else would I think, other than I love it! It’s amazing!”

“Really?”, Eren could feel a bit of weight falling from his shoulder, as he was rather unsure if she would actually appreciate this. He didn’t know if having a personalized collar was Mikasa’s thing, and couldn’t really ask without spoiling the surprise, but was glad that she liked it. He did have another one ready, if she didn’t, one that spelled Kitten instead of her name, a bit more neutral in Eren’s opinion and not that different, as both words had six letters, but if she liked this one, the other could very well wait. After all, he was the one who gave her the choking dreams, caused by him doing his best to measure her neck, as gently as he could without waking her up because as Darius said, the numbers needed to be exact if he wanted the collar to fit perfectly. But seeing her as happy as she was with the gift, it was totally worth it, and also the time to strike the iron while it was hot.

“I got some other pieces that go well with the collar.”, Eren offered, “Not that I’m any kind of fashion specialist, unlike you, but…

“Just show me.”, she interrupted him, impatient for once. But Eren was having none of it.

“Not yet, first we have to take care of a certain pressing matter. Your rude teasing at the mall.”

“Ow, come now, you’re not going to be upset about such a little thing, are you?”

“Upset? No, not at all…”, the predatory smile that he had, Mikasa knew that one very well, “But I do believe that you were a bad, bad girl, so I need to discipline you. Punishment is in order.”

Punishment? For what? A few words? Hardly fair, yet she was not in the mood to argue about it, especially now that she got a shiny new collar, just setting the mood for a little bit of bottoming on her part.

“If you think that It will help….”, she let the end of the sentence hang in the air, letting Eren take the lead, just as he wanted. Crossing the distance to the bed, he sat down, motioning for her to come over.

“I think that I’ll go with some classic, no need to be creative right off the bat.”, seeing her nod, as Mikasa was on board with anything really, Eren continued, “A spanking should do you good.”

Mikasa was not spanked as a child, as Levi never touched her, so the whole concept still seemed a bit alien to her, but she wouldn’t complain. Eren, on the other hand, received his healthy dose during childhood, the unruly child that he was before his father’s demise, often leaving Carla no other option. Now was not the time to think about that, however, as this spank was not much about the punishment, but more about the fact that they both enjoyed it. Taking Mikasa’s hand in hers and guiding her to lay across his lap, so he would have easy access to the area of intended disciplinary action, Eren pulled up her skirt, exposing that perfectly toned ass that he simply adored.

“How many slaps do you think are an adequate punishment?”

“None?” , Mikasa tried, looking at him over her shoulder.

“For such a brat like you? Nah, that won’t do.”

“One then?”

“I think I’ll make it ten. With you counting, of course.”

Removing her underwear, as it would dampen the impact, not because he just enjoyed having her naked, totally, Eren raised his hand, looking down at his victim.

“Ready?”

She nodded.

“Bring it on.”

The slap was way harder than she anticipated, making Mikasa cry out. Eren was not holding back, that was for sure. Yet as always, beneath the pain there was the pleasure she craved, seeping into her lower belly, making the situation actually enjoyable, despite the sting.

“One.”, she counted as ordered.

The ten hits were slow, hard, and smartly placed, as Eren had quite an experience with disciplining her. Exactly the way Mikasa enjoyed. By the time they got to the last one, she had tears in her eyes, not bothering to hold her cries in. There really was no need to do that. With the punishment done, her ass stung like hell, red from the beating, but Eren did let her stand up, not breaking his word. Back on her feet, Mikasa wiped the tears away, waiting for whatever was about to follow, pleasurably sore in the right places. And the night was only starting.

With that out of the way, it was time to move on. Pulling out the harness he got, Eren handed it over to Mikasa, who stared at it with a question in her teary eyes.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s for you.”, Eren pointed out, “To wear.”

Inspecting the individual parts, connected to each other, it finally seemed to click for her, yet she remained unconvinced.

“Wear? But it’s just leather belts, it doesn’t cover anything.”

Eren couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

Agreeing that he was right, Mikasa shed her normal clothes, everything save for the new collar, and with Eren’s help managed to put the thing on. It was a bit confusing at the what goes where part, but they made it, so she was left to inspect herself in the mirror, frowning. It was weird. While the black leather looked good in contrast with her porcelain skin, the fact that the harness was literally just belts did look a bit goofy. It framed her breasts, went down around her stomach and ended up at the top of Mikasa’s thighs, not hiding anything from view. Really, not a thing, which meant that Eren did notice that little change on her body she did recently.

“You shaved?”, noticing the lack of the usually trimmed stripe of hair she kept above her most private region, one he was quite acquainted with.

“Yes. You mind?”

Eren snorted.

“Not really no. As far as I’m concerned, you can shave what you want baby, and life is change.”

Taking a step back Eren looked her up and down, nodding to himself.

“Looks good.”

Well sure, the harness did fit with the collar, but they were both black leather, so it wasn’t that much of a miraculous surprise. Other than that, she just still felt… naked, albeit it was no problem as only Eren was in the room, but still. He must have noticed her scrunched nose because he was quick to continue.

“However, we can make it even better.”

“With what?”

“Wardrobe like yours, I’ll find something.”, not discouraged, Eren did a quick sweep of her stuff, and soon returned with two more articles of clothing. The stockings and elbow-long gloves, both made from latex, black, of course, stuff she usually wore for her nurse roleplay.

“Let me help.”, Eren offered, knowing that the stockings especially were a bit of pain to put on, tight as hell, although the way Mikasa looked while wearing them made it totally worth it, “Sit down on your beautiful ass and give me your right leg if you please.”

More than happy with his assistance, she did as told, carefully as her butt still stung, extending her right leg, which Eren took a gentle hold of.

“Black toenails.”, he observed, pressing a playful kiss to the instep, “Classic.”

“This makes me feel like in that one fairytale.”, Mikasa said, watching as he began rolling the dark flexible material over her toes and up.

“Indeed, you are my fetish Cinderella.”, snapping the top of the stocking against her upper thigh Eren nodded to himself again, satisfied with both his work and the sound that action made.

“Which would make you a Prince Charming then.”, she sighed, extending her other leg as Eren was done with the first one, “Not sure that I’m happy with that.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Legs done, he helped her with the gloves too, and now most of Mikasa’s body was covered in black, much to her satisfaction. It is the best color, after all, one that most of the stuff she likes has, like night, darkness, or dark chocolate. And it’s shiny too. Picking up two pairs of cuffs after, Eren attached one to each of her wrists and ankles, an action she didn’t question as she was fully expecting to be tied up at some later point of the evening.

“Feedback?”

Mikasa rolled her shoulders, stretched her legs, feeling the tight confines of the latex, searching for any discomfort that she could report to her clothing assistant.

“The harness feels a bit loose.”, she admitted, “Especially in contrast to the other things.”

“No worries, I’ll fix it.”

Reaching behind her, Eren played with the buckles a bit, and Mikasa could feel the way the belts tightened, most noticeable on the ones on her chest, which were now squeezing her breasts from the sides. It felt pretty good; all things considered.

“Better?”

“A lot.”

Okay, now she was squeezed on all sides, and the outfit wasn’t bad, far from it, but still, she didn’t feel completely sold at it. Definitely not as much as Eren, who was having his expression of “I could die now, and I’d go as a happy man”. Turning and twisting, she did try to see herself from his point of view but came up short. The whole thing just felt like a discount catsuit, without the heels and the material in the middle, although she might be a bit biased on that matter as she totally loved the catsuit, to date a favorite part of her wardrobe. It was just like being tied up in the shibari way, an activity that Eren got rather skilled in as he had plenty of practice, only instead of ropes it was leather belts, that was about it.

“You still don’t get it, do you.”, Eren spoke up, sensing her doubts once more. He was kinda good at that, after all their time together. Coming to stand behind Mikasa, he gently directed her body until she was full on facing the mirror, with him in the background, not much more than a shadow.

“I’ll make you see.”, he whispered, “I’ll show you just how beautiful you are like this, how perfect, no one else in the world looks so great like you do right now.”

“Please I…”

“Shush, just listen.”, Eren interrupted her, “Look into the mirror, and I want you to really see yourself, your body, take in every detail, every curve, every inch.”, his hands dropped to her waist and below, caressing the upper part of her thighs left uncovered by the stockings, “Your legs, so amazingly long and shaped, made even better by how tightly encased they are, making those facts stand out for anyone who would care to look.”, fingers moving up, Eren began making small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, while in the same time the tone of his voice moved down, becoming the raspy whisper she heard him using only during times like these, “And above them, what do we have? Your hips, the curve of them just breathtaking, only topped by the one of your ass, but I got that thing naked and pressed right against me right now, so you’ll understand that I’m not giving that feeling up to show you. “, moving up again, this time his fingers were tracing the shapes of her stomach muscles, “Now do I even have to tell you just how otherworldly those are? I feel like I’m repeating myself, but the facts stand. No one in the world has a sexier stomach than you baby. No one.”

Normally, Mikasa would most likely protest against such cheesiness, tell him to shut up or something, but what was the point of doing that right now? All Eren wanted to do was make her feel beautiful, appreciated, and he was fulfilling that goal rather efficiently. The warm and fuzzy feeling was spreading from underneath her belly to the whole body, as she relaxed into his arms, letting her head fall back on Eren’s shoulder, watching herself as instructed through half-lidded eyes. You know what, maybe this outfit wasn’t that bad after all. Meanwhile, Eren’s fingers moved again, this time to her chest, playing with the supple flesh.

“And those puppies, literally the cutest breasts possible.”, circling her understandably aroused nipples, he sighed in delight as she moaned, his trained touch rather pleasurable, “Just the right size to fit in my hands, perky, firm, and so perfectly sensitive, I adore them.”

Eren used to get lost in just doing this, touching this fascinating area of Mikasa’s body, and for some reason, he never seemed to grow bored of the activity. Must be the male genes and their eternal love for boobs. But right now, he had a plan, so reluctantly abandoning her chest, his hands moved upwards once more.

“You have a really nice neck, graceful, but I’ll admit that I do like it collared much more.”, Eren’s long fingers wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just taking more of a dominant hold on her body, “Gives it a nice touch. And now that you have a personal one, you don’t even have to take it off, do you?”

It was obviously a question meant for her, yet it took Mikasa a few seconds to understand that, her mind in quite a different place right now. Swallowing to get some moisture to her throat, she could feel the leather a bit firmer now, reminder that it was there.

“No sir.”, she finally managed to whisper back, an answer that seemed to please him.

“That’s my kitten. My beautiful, perfect kitten. You have no idea how much I love you baby.”

Now all this talk about love was great and all, but what about some physical love? Eren was groping her for some time now, and it had certain effects on her, mostly manifested by a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and increased wetness between her legs. Honestly, she was just an inch away from touching herself, hands twitching where they were at her sides, a fact that didn’t escape Eren’s eyes, as he could be really observant if he wanted to.

“Sir, I..”, she tried pleading, only to be cut off again.

“Not yet Miki, let me finish first. Then I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With a sigh, she nodded, forcing her hands to remain idle, while his repositioned again, touching her face.

“You know, I think that I just lied to you. I said that your breasts are the cutest things in the world, but now that I think about it, your face might be even cuter. Just seeing it makes me so happy I could burst.”, he began touching her individual features, one by one, “Your almond shaped eyes, tiny nose, pouty lips, those shiny strands of midnight hair, everything together and set in the canvas of the snow white skin…. How could someone see it and not fall for you on the spot?”

A good question, one that neither of them had the time or will to ponder right now.

“One last thing I want to show you.”, Eren continued, “But first I need to make sure that you won’t misbehave.”

Demonstrating one of many uses of the harness she was wearing right now, Eren took hold of her hands and simply used the cuff’s metal clips to click them closed around the small circles that connected the harness together, in the place where Mikasa’s legs met her body. Just like that, so simply, her hands were tied to her upper thighs, just below her waist. And he was left to work in peace. Moving his own hands again, one went back up to Mikasa’s throat, keeping her head straight, while the other dipped its fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.”, he ordered, and she obeyed, treating those digits as if they were a certain other part of Eren’s body, one that was getting harder and harder to ignore for him, straining in the confines of his pants against the so beautifully reddened flesh of Mikasa’s bare ass, “You remember how many times I told you that the face you make while coming is totally adorable? Well, it’s time you see it for yourself.”

With that, he pulled them out, moving down over all the previously caressed areas of her body, until he reached his destination between her legs, tracing the wet slit with the tips of his equally moisturized fingers.

“I want you to see everything, so don’t close your eyes.”, he whispered into her ear, and dipped in, easily pushing past the entrance and inside her, enjoying the moan she let out.

“It’s embarrassing to think that while I so nicely described everything I love about you,”, Eren continued in the low growl, his voice almost feverish, “that I would forget about your pussy.”, spreading her open, the pink lips glistening, he went on, “So pretty, just like the rest of you, but real beauty comes when I’m inside you. Nothing else in the world would feel like you do. The heat, the tightness, the strength you have down there.”, Eren’s fingers were increasing in tempo, while his palm began rubbing Mikasa’s swollen clit, the way of pleasuring her she enjoyed the most and the one he perfected over countless tries. It was hard to keep her eyes open through it all, but she fought back against the instincts that were telling her to close them and enjoy the show, knowing that Eren was watching her every move. The hands that were tied to her sides clenched, the cuffs rattling a bit as she began shaking, all her muscles wounding tighter in preparation of what was about to come. In the same time, the hand around her throat did finally apply its gentle chokehold, the one that restricted her already labored breathing into nothing more than a trickle, while at the same time Eren kept one fingertip on Mikasa’s pulse, to know exactly when to ease the pressure and allow the air back in.

“When you orgasm while I’m inside you, the way you squeeze and massage my whole length, there is not a better feeling in this whole fucking universe.”, faster still, the wet sounds of his fingers filled her ears while her vision began going white from the pleasure and black from the lack of oxygen at the same time, and she was fucking close, so close…

And still, Eren wouldn’t stop monologuing.

“And you know what the best thing is? That whole package, the amazing, cute, breathtaking, beautiful badass woman is mine, no one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to do this to you.”, he chuckled darkly into her hair, the expert movements of his hand keeping her on the brink, “You’re mine, Miki, just mine, am I right?”

“Yes… Yours…”, she gasped when his fingers shoved deep, making her see stars, but still, her mind wouldn’t allow her to come.

“Eren please!”, she cried out.

“Come for me baby.”, was the last push she needed, letting go upon hearing the order. Gasping, her body trembling, she almost disobeyed and closed her eyes, but Eren’s hand on her throat forced her to keep watching her own face, as her mouth fell open, cheeks boiling red, struggling to keep breathing from the force of it all. Eren was basically the only thing holding her upright now, as her bones felt like jelly and it didn’t help that she had a latex at the bottom of her feet now, the material not offering much traction.

“You okay?”, Eren asked after giving her some time to recover, getting a nod in reply. After he freed her hands, Mikasa straightened, forcing her legs to bear her weight once more, an impressive feat for her right now.

“I hope you realize that we are far from done baby, I didn’t dress you up like this just to finger you, no matter how enjoyable that is.”

Exactly what Mikasa was hoping to hear. As she was right now, however, her body would appreciate a small break, to recover and stuff, and there was a certain activity in her mind that would give her such pause while not halting the tempo of the night. It was only fair that she takes care of him now, anyway.

“Eren?”

“Yes kitten?”

“Want a blowjob?”

He blinked in surprise upon hearing that, as this was not exactly the way he imagined the evening would go.

“Ehm, you do realize that you are supposed to be the bottom here, right?”

“Yea, so what? Since when can’t subs suck dick? In my experience, they do it quite often.”

Fuck it, not like it would be the first time since Mikasa topped him from the bottom. Plus, he was not about to decline a freely offered blowjob, that would be just straight up stupid.

“All right but remember who’s in charge here, okay?”

“You, of course. Who else?”, with a smirk, Mikasa took hold of Eren’s hand, guiding him to sit down on the bed and kneeling in between his legs. Pulling his zipper down and letting Eren’s length spring free, Mikasa took a hold of the thing, intent on giving him some nice treatment for all the praise he showered her in. Luckily, her hands were free for once, and this activity was under her direction, Eren wasn’t just fucking her throat, a thing he seemed to enjoy doing lately. Despite the earlier proclamation, she was in charge now and intended to make good use of it.

Planting a string of playful kisses from the root to the tip, she began moving her hand, getting him nicely excited, but then denied him by moving her mouth down to the balls, attending that area. Eren groaned but didn’t comment on it, knowing that she was the expert here. Finally giving him what he craved, Mikasa enveloped the head inside her mouth, tracing the outline with the tip of her tongue, loving the sounds he made. As Eren needed to remind everyone present, himself mostly, that he’s actually the top here, he placed a hand in the thick of her hair, interlacing his fingers with the strands. Not trying to control her, she knew better, just showing his presence. It was cute, really.

Deciding that its high time to up her game, Mikasa began sinking lower and lower, relaxing her throat as always in anticipation to his considerable length being there. Unable to make it in one go anyway, she pulled back to breathe, replacing her mouth with a gloved hand for a moment, the latex sliding nicely along the spit-slick skin, moving up and down around his thick girth. Eren didn’t seem to mind. Diving back down, she tried again, and this time went as far as she could take him. Deepthroating him like this, to the limits, always resulted in having a sore throat the day after, but it was worth it for her, and Mikasa didn’t mind. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked, hard, enough for Eren’s body to begin clenching, a sign she knew very well. The orgasm was telegraphed, as usual, giving her time to prepare for it, pulling back just a bit to make the swallowing easier, and was soon rewarded for her efforts with the usual load inside her mouth. Not in the mood to stop, she continued with her vacuum seal special, selfishly sucking out everything he could give her, only releasing his suddenly soft member after he had nothing more. Her job here was done.

“Fuck… I’m really…”, Eren’s chest was heaving, as he was slowly getting his breathing back under control, struggling to speak, “You’re going to kill me with that mouth one day.”

Mikasa looked up, working the ache from her jaw.

“Would you mind dying like that?”

Leaning forward, Eren hooked a finger through the metal circle in her collar, pulling her face up to be close to his own.

“Not really, no.”

But when he tried kissing her, he was forced to edge back when she snarled and clacked her teeth at him, eyes full of playfulness. Her body recovered, and Mikasa was ready to go on with the fun.

“Aggressive huh? That’s all right, I have just the thing in mind for you.”

With a strong yank, he dragged her by the collar to the bed, rolling Mikasa on her back as he covered her body with his own, pressing down to keep her in check. This time, he managed to wrestle the kiss from her, tongues clashing as she was not willing to give up without a bit more fight from Eren’s side. But when she tried getting her hand into his hair, as it was always nice to pull during their makeout sessions, Mikasa was surprised to discover that he somehow managed to get her arm on the side, and connect the cuff she had on the wrist to the waiting restraints they had going under the mattress, a system installed about a year back and having so far an amazing performance. Normally they were kept hidden, but when you needed them, all you had to do was pull them out from under the bed, attach a cuff, and just like that you had a perfect way to tie someone up. Just like Mikasa was getting right now.

“Hey!”, she protested, the words falling on completely deaf ears, however, as Eren quickly took care of her other hand before turning to her legs, and no matter how hard she tried making it for him, he succeeded in restraining them too. Now she was tied to the bed, spread-eagle style, with Eren triumphantly stealing another kiss from her before standing up, leaving her like that. Sneaky bastard. Not that she minded, that is. The bindings were a bit too loose for her taste, however, so she looked up at him, requesting that he tighten them for her, as it was his role as a dom.

“C’ mon, I can handle it.”, she said, full of confidence, frowning at him.

“Really?”

She snorted.

“Totally. This isn’t our first time doing it, not by far, so go ahead and pull those bad boys as tight as you can.”

As ever.

“Bring it on.”

To answer the question at the start in detail then, this was how she got into this position.

Just as Mikasa finished recalling the events of the day, Eren finally completed the aforementioned devilry, bringing his attention back to her. She could feel his touch on her cheek, the gentle caress very much in contrast with her current situation.

“Hanging there kitten?”

She couldn’t help but smile, happy that he’s finally attending to her.

“More or less. Not sure how much more of this waiting I can take though.”

“No worries, I’m here to hook you up.”

The touch disappearing, Eren repositioned himself somewhere, but without her eyes, she couldn’t really track him.

“I think that I have to get all that aggression out of you, and there’s nothing better for that than a few vibrations to help you relax.”, as he was talking, his fingers found themselves between her spread open legs again, this time lubed up as Mikasa could judge from the coldness of them. After he prepared her, a thing entered her, shape she didn’t recognize, pushing itself right against her sweet spot. “As you probably noticed, I got some new toys for you. This one is supposed to stimulate both your clit and your g-spot at the same time, if you believe the advertisement, so it should be most enjoyable. You gotta tell me after.”

Just as she was about to ask if he was perhaps wanting to try it out himself, the fingers were back, this time invading her other entrance. Eren stretched her out, slowly and in no rush, and any words she wanted to say were lost in the moans he forced out of her. The anal plug he used was also a new one, but slid in readily, much to Eren’s joy. He had a good eye.

“Now that I have you so nicely plugged up, its time to take care of the puppies.”

Not even bothering to ask what he meant by that, as she had a pretty good idea, Mikasa was proved to be right as her nipples got clamped right after, making her grit her teeth. Those were tight. That done, Eren ordered her to open wide, pushing the rubber ball between her teeth, gagging her effectively, as he said that her sounds would distract him. From what, that was a mystery to Mikasa, but she was not in the position to negotiate. Just as she thought that everything is ready, Eren surprised her once again, plugging her ears with buds.

“There. And now, to turn everything on.”, came his muffled voice, from somewhere to the right.

“Action!”

First one to come alive was the vibrator, and it was a powerful one, forcing a whine from her throat, but Eren caught it even with her gagged, lowering the setting to a more relaxed one. Then the anal plug, vibrating in sync with the thing in her front, making Mikasa question just how long she can survive such an assault. And then the clamps joined in because apparently everything can vibrate nowadays. Her own moans, seeping through the gag, disappeared from her ears right after, as Eren turned the music in the buds on, a classical piece, and Mikasa was completely robbed of all her senses.

Sight? Gone, taken by the blindfold. Hearing? Gone, taken by the music. Taste? Gone, as the ball gag was effective for both speech and this. Smell? The only thing she could smell was her own sweat, right along with her building arousal, because the vibrators were damn good, Eren was not lying. And touch? She was tied, so tightly that she couldn’t move to touch anything in the first place, and even if she could, then the barrier of latex between her skin and the surface wouldn’t allow her to feel anything. In short, Mikasa was totally and utterly helpless. Subjected to complete sensory deprivation and she loved it, so fucking much.

At first, Eren didn’t have that much of a control over the situation, as the new toys were also a novelty for him, but he was a quick learner. Mikasa managed to come once, from all the stimulation given to her, moaning into the gag, while her body struggled uselessly against the restraints. But then, she was cut off. Getting the information he needed, her lover began his little controlling game, and as he was in possession of all the remotes for the toys, it wasn’t much of a fair play. Anytime she came close, he would lower the settings, denying her finish, but as soon as Mikasa began calming he would fire them up again, edging her. He was letting her cook in her own sweat, slowly, most likely very much enjoying the situation. Eren didn’t even have to touch her to get Mikasa to be this desperate. The technology is really astounding these days.

If the seconds felt like hours before, now they were millennia, stretching endlessly. Lost in her universe of darkness, Mikasa couldn’t do anything to make it stop, couldn’t even beg, gagged as she was, couldn’t throw a pleading look Eren’s way, the blindfold robbing her of such possibility. Writhing around on the bed as much as she could, which wasn’t a lot given the bindings, she tried everything to help herself, but it was for nothing. Her legs were forced open, and the machines were indifferent to her struggle, vibrating against her weak spots exactly as Eren wanted them to. It wasn’t just the ruthless machinery, but also the things she wore, the unnatural tightness she felt on hands, legs, and distributed by the belts all over her body because of the harness only making the overall experience more intense. It restrained her movement, just as the bindings did, not to mention the way her breasts were squeezed anytime her body jolted, muscles reacting to the vibrating torture.

Weeks must have passed in the outside world, while she was trapped here, lost in the sensations. With no way to measure time, all she could do endure it, and while she knew, deep down, that Eren would never keep her tied for so long, the knowledge didn’t mean much when it felt like years. Finally, after centuries, one of the buds disappeared from her ear, Eren’s voice coming in instead.

“How do you feel? Ready to be a good girl?”

Mikasa couldn’t have nodded faster. Getting edged was fun and all, but it was the release at the end that really sold it, and she was yet to receive that.

“All right then, time for your reward.”

With that, Eren tuned the machines to a higher setting and sat back to enjoy the show, letting nature run its intended course. It was quite a spectacle, seeing as her body began tightening from the front seat he had. The buildup Mikasa knew, but unlike before, Eren didn’t lower the vibrations, allowing them to push her over the edge, coming with a long drawn out moan that was damn adorable. He should set it as a ringtone. Happy, finished, Mikasa let out a laugh, muffled by the gag, feeling like she just ran a marathon and won it. And there still seemed to be another lap in front of her.

“See, I could let you out now.”, came Eren’s voice, “But you look like such a snack right now, I gotta have a taste.”

Still blindfolded, Mikasa could only guess that he just climbed on the bed between her legs, judging from the way the mattress dipped, and her guess was soon proven true. With great care, Eren removed the toys from her bottom half, but kept the nipple clamps on her, because why take it all away when you don’t need to. Mikasa wasn’t left to dread the loss of her fun for long, however.

It wouldn’t be Eren if he didn’t take this opportunity to tease her a little bit more, not just going straight at it as she wanted, but instead moved slow, kissing his way over her bound body. He spent some quality time attending Mikasa’s chained nipples, turning the clamps on and off, playing with the settings and honestly just having a blast, because it felt really funny while they were vibrating as he held them inside his mouth and sucked on them. Luckily, all she could do was squirm underneath him and make some noises of protest from behind the rubber ball inside her mouth. If she wasn’t gagged, he was sure that she would have some very choice words for him, so for the moment, it was better to keep her silent. Just as Mikasa was losing hope, her lover's mouth finally appeared where the vibrator used to be, tongue tracing patterns on her lower lips.

“You taste like desperation,”, he commented, “It’s delicious.”

The straps holding Mikasa’s legs loosened a little bit, still holding firm but allowing him to get into a better position, propping her bottom half up and moving his hungry mouth back towards the glistening prize. Eren’s nose bumped into her lower belly as he finally went to town, eating her dripping wetness out diligently and with great enthusiasm. Her clit, so nicely engorged, was easy to find and very inviting to suck on, an invitation which Eren gladly took. In the same time, his fingers found their place inside the tight heat of Mikasa’s ass, penetrating the loosened ring of muscles, as it would be basically a federal crime to leave it unattended. Switching it up after a time, Eren repositioned his fingers from the back to the front, and his mouth in the opposite direction, licking around the hole before dipping in. Let no one say that Eren Yeager doesn’t eat ass, especially so beautifully shaped one, and it also made Mikasa’s moans once again reach that desperate pitch and intensity, the top-shelf quality one, informing him that she was again close. No reason or intention to deny her, he allowed her to cum as she wanted, drinking in her juices, pulling back only after hearing the known sounds of oversensitivity and slight discomfort. Exactly as he expected, the snack was just perfect.

Mikasa was having trouble with getting her body back under control, after the two consecutive orgasms, chest heaving. She was tired, sure, but when Eren pulled the gag from her mouth and removed the blindfold from her eyes, just seeing him seemed to spark the coals inside her. He was just so damn hot, it was unreal. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her, long and hard, wanted to feel him twitching inside her as he found his own finish, to hear the broken syllables of her name leaving his breathless lips. While Eren was just about ready to call it quits and move on to aftercare, the feelings inside her disagreed vehemently.

“Babe..”, she drawled out, making him look at her, “I want…” she giggled, “Sex.”

“Now?”

“Yep… But I want to be untied.”

“Not sure I can do that, I’m supposed to be the big bad dom, aren’t I?”

Good point, so Mikasa thought about it, in the speed of a snail, as her brain was quite done right now.

“All right, tie me up differently then.”

That being a compromise Eren was willing to take, he did untie her, flipping the giggling mess that Mikasa was on her stomach, pulling her arms behind her back and clicking the clips on her wrist cuffs together, effectively tying her hands. After that, Eren continued by bending her legs and tying her ankles to the belts on Mikasa’s upper thighs, so she was forced to balance just on her knees, nothing else. It was hard, made even harder by the latex stockings, and in the state she was in Mikasa would most likely fall, but he kept her up, which for some reason made her laugh even harder. Hormone overdose is no joke. Getting tied up and mounted raw from behind was not exactly on her agenda when she woke up, but it was among the best ways to spend your evening, so Mikasa was not complaining. The opposite, really.

When he finally entered her, for the first time that night, they both moaned in unison, because there was no feeling quite like this. Following her unspoken wish, as there was surely no need to get her ready, Eren began moving, picking up the pace until he was slamming his hips into hers, forcing out the sounds he loved so much. Mikasa’s pleasurable spots were so thoroughly vibrated and sucked through that she came almost immediately, taking another dive into her pools of orgasm, while Eren went on, riding her rhythmically, chasing his own release. Arm wrapped around her waist, the other firmly latched on her shoulder, Eren pulled her ass up while pressing her face into the soft mattress, getting a better angle, reaching deeper, and It was finally enough for him. With a groan, he emptied himself into her, coming to a stop, their bodies slowly calming together. However, before Eren could totally lose it, the sight of her ass, still red from the beating, did give him the taste for another round, so he squeezed Mikasa’s shoulder to get her attention. Would be a shame to leave such a perfectly cute ass unattended.

“You up for one last go?”

“Dunno.”, she murmured at him, face half squished into the bed, blinking lazily at him, tied hands opening and closing at the small of her back as she worked some life back into her fingers. Mikasa was at this point completely satisfied, libido depleted, but if he wanted to fuck her ass, she wasn't the kind of girl to stop him.

“Is your cock up for it?

Eren looked down, seeing that his tool was already half-hard again, prepared for a round two.

“I think he’ll manage.”

“If that’s the case, then let’s do it.”

Pushing past the muscle ring of Mikasa’s ass was always a unique experience, and while they were relaxed a bit by Eren’s previous efforts, it still took a generous amount of lube to make it work. Once inside, he moved much slower, not wanting to explode just a few strokes in, which was a hard goal considering what kind of beauty he had tied in front of him, sweaty and moaning in reaction to his actions. Yet everything must come to an end, and so did Eren’s reserves, finishing and slumping over Mikasa’s body, spent himself, done, finished. Anytime they were together, it was so unbelievably intense, it made Eren wonder if other lovers also felt that way. For their sake, he hoped that they did.

“How long did you edge me for?”, she wanted to know, after they regained the energy to strip her from all the leather and latex, finally get the damned clamps from her poor abused nipples, and get to the bathroom, where their favorite part of aftercare began, just lying in the tub with Mikasa on top of Eren, relaxing the tired bodies and half falling asleep. It was no surprise, as they did the same thing almost every time, but there was no need to change it. Mikasa liked the warmth, liked the skin-on-skin contact, liked being held and caressed after everything was done. So this was just perfect.

“Like five minutes.”

She pinched him.

“Liar.”

“All right, all right, geez you’re aggressive.”, Eren complained, massaging the stinging area, “It was a bit over half an hour, forty-five minutes or so, an hours tops. I was having a lot of fun with the toys.”

“Really? Felt like years to me…”

“That good huh? Seems like those were some great investments then.”

“Mhmm…”, Mikasa yawned, feeling her own body give out on her, the darkness closing in from all sides. She was just so damn tired.

“You know, those photos of you at the mall, it got me thinking.”, Eren did his best to keep the snickering in, “Maybe I should start my own brand of those. Just imagine, you, naked, tied to the bed with all the toys in place and turned on…”, he clicked his tongue, “Those would sell like hotcakes.”

“If you ever even try something like that,” she murmured back, voice dripping with poisoned honey, “I’ll strangle you in your sleep.”

“Hey, easy there killer, it’s just a joke!”

“For your own sake, It better be.”

Seeing Mikasa finally lose the fight with fatigue, Eren remained motionless, just stroking her hair and watching her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, it was sometimes unreal to realize that while awake, this was one of the most dangerous fighters on this side of the ocean. Shaking his head, Eren chuckled, already looking forward to the morning.

Because this fighter, the one asleep on top of him, had the cutest bedhead of them all, one he was more than ready to experience all over again.

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