#aot wlw smut

[pawsluvz]

JUST ONE CREDIT CARD SWIPE AWAY !

your rich wife loves spoiling you . . .

cw ♡ dom fem character x sub fem reader, sexting, fingering, spanking, power play (if you squint) - word count: 443

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your rich wife knows very well she's always just one credit card swipe away from buying and sending you the prettiest lingerie. you'd put it on, feeling the soft material on your skin, getting on top of a pillow and sending her a video of you grinding on it like a desperate little bunny

she'd always be so mean, telling you how you have to be patient and wait for her to get back home from work -- don't even think about cumming if it's not on her fingers, you have to wait for her no matter how bad the aching sensation between your legs is

but don't worry, once your rich wife is home, all of her attention is only on you. you were on all fours on the bed, tightening your fists on the bedsheet as her fingers toyed with the hem of your pink lacey thigh highs, letting it slap against your thigh. her other hand was slowly circling your panties, as you'd wince from the pain. "quit teasin" you'd pout at her, meeting her intoxicating gaze "my sweet girl really is impatient, isn't she?"

once she was satisfied with how red your thighs were, she would remove your panties and circle your cunt agonizingly slow. "so wet for me" she'd purr, making you whine loudly and drop your head on the soft pillows, trying to grind on her fingers, desperately seeking any sort of pleasure

"i'll be good-" your grip on the pillows tightened as you could feel yourself dripping on your wife's slender fingers "-really good for you, please" and with her princess begging like that, how could she refuse?

when you would least expect it, she would insert two of her fingers without any sort of warning, sliding in with ease from how wet you were. and she wouldn't go easy on you at all, her pace was already ruthless. she would be pounding into your tight little cunt so hard it was making you pant like you were in heat, a little bit of drool falling on the soft pillows. her other hand would go back to slapping your thigh, making you tremble. you knew there was no point in asking her to go slower, after all, you were the one who begged for this. "good girl, takin' my fingers so well"

as soon as you heard your favourite pet name, you reached your orgasm. your juices were dripping down, coating her fingers, as she grabbed your chin harshly and made you look at her, as she was sucking on them. "always so sweet for me" she would coo, pulling you in for a sweet loving kiss

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genshin ningguang, beidou, arlecchino, yelan aot yelena, ymir league caitlyn, renata glasc valorant reyna, sage

[sukunasbow]

annie leonhart, caitlyn kiramman, jinx, kelly van ryan, rio vidal, shoko ieri, vi, yuki tsukmo, + anyone you want.

“suck.” she instructs you, holding out her two fingers in front of your lips. you slowly part your lips, glancing down at her with a hazy look in your eyes as she gets on her knees. she inserts her fingers in your mouth as your lips wrap around the digits, slowly sucking on them. “good job, baby.” she praises you with a cocky tone, a small smirk on her face. “now, stop.” you follow her directions with a loud ‘pop’ sound filling up the silence of your bedroom as she slides her fingers out of your mouth, a thin string of spit still connecting on her fingers from your tongue. she brings her fingers down towards your pussy as you spread your legs at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to touch you. “already so wet, hm?” she whispers.

“mm, need you now, please.” you huff out. biting down on your lip, you intensely watch as she slides her fingers down the folds of your pussy, mixing your spit with your slick. “please.” you gasp and tilt your head back as her fingers circle the entrance of your tight hole, prolonging her teasing behaviour. you grow increasingly desperate as she uses your mixture of juices to slowly slide her two fingers into you with ease. “fuck, yes.” you moan out, your eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. to your disappointment, however, she glances back up at you and quickly pulls her fingers out of your cunt.

“eyes on me, okay?” she uses her other hand to squeeze the side of your thigh. “or else i’ll stop. you don’t want that, do you?” she scolds you. you shake your head in response. “use your words.”

“keep going.” you plead with her. she lets out a small mocking laugh before, once again, gliding her fingers inside of your wet and needy pussy. your mouth falls open as she starts slowly pumping the two digits in and out of you, creating a steady pace. “yes, yes, so fucking..” your cut off with a moan as she increases the pace, “so good.” the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers as they hit your sweet spot with every pump. you let out a string of curses, overwhelmed with the feeling of her fingers stuffing you full, “please, more!”

“so greedy, hm?” she coos. “since you’ve been so good, though..” you bite down on your lip when her tongue darts out to lick at your puffy clit while she continues fingering you, bringing you even closer to climaxing. you let out a whine, your hands instinctively gripping her hair for support as she flicks her tongue on your clit.

“faster, faster.” she listens to your demands and you feel yourself falling apart when her fingers hit the spongy walls of your pussy. “mmm’ cumming…”

“yeah? you gonna cum?” her voice is muffled as she goes back to licking at your pussy. “cum for me, baby.”

“fuck!” you feel a more intense sensation and before you can even recognize what’s happening, you’re squirting all over her fingers and tongue, your warm juices gushing out of you. your hips buck in pleasure and she pulls away in slight shock, looking up at you and watching as you try to come back down from your high.

“fuck, that was hot.” she breathes out, “think you can do that again?”

[rockleesnegrowife]

Me when I finish reading the most toe curling, stomach tingling, jaw dropping fanfic and the account is deactivated, they haven't updated the fic, or there's no part 134340

[lovelywyenn]

“Oh m-my goddddd” you moan out, a manicured hand desperately pressing against Hange’s abdomen. But your partner was so fucking strong and easily swatted your hands away, grabbing right at your throat and pulling your back flush against their chest. But their hips don’t stop. Of course they don’t fucking stop. The mean pummeling they were giving speeds up.

A wickedly happy laugh falls from Hange’s lips as they stare at your reaction in the mirror. Poor thing, you were a mess. Mascara streaking down your cheeks, she almost felt bad. Seeing the fat globs of tears welling up in your eyes. But they knew you both needed this.

“Why are you runnin’ from it sweetheart, thought you wanted to get pounded?” Hange coos. The sweet words are so confusing, filled with fake kindness. If they were really as giddy as they sounded, why were your guts being rearranged?

Your eyes roll back in your head as Hange’s pulsing tip nudged right against your sweet spot, and if it weren’t for that tight grip on your neck you would have fallen over as your knees buckled.

“Right there, huh baby” and you start to squirm from the spotlight on your g-spot, you shouldn’t have been so fucking loud, because now they weren’t letting up on you. “Yeah, I know mama, you like it when I bully that spot?”

Your voice is barely coherent as you answer them, the desperateness clouding your brain speaking for you, “Yesssss” you keen.

“This all you needed isn’t it, missed me pounding some sense back into you.” Hange speaks and you cry out as they punctuate each hardened word with a mean and rough thrust, each one digging deeper into your quivering hole.

“D-Didn’t mean it” you try to explain, gasping for air, But Hange wasn’t having it. “I don’t care if you meant it or not” they sneer, “No reason I should ever come home and see you in lingerie right next to my best friend.” The humor was completely gone from their voice, and their thrusts held no care in them anymore. Hange was fucking you silly. You needed a good reminder of who you fucking belonged to.

“J-Just wanted y-your attention baby, I s-swear” you stutter.

And Hange gets it. They have been so busy at work lately. Spending long nights in the office so they could afford this big house for you. All the endless name brands you asked for. The insurance for that pretty pink car you drive.

They knew you loved attention, craved it from them. But dammit, loving you was frustrating. You could be so immature sometimes and it left Hange with no choice but to take their anger out on you in the only way they ever did. Pounding your poor pussy raw.

“I know” they finally answer you, grip on your neck growing gentle as they make you look at them. “I wish you’d just be patient sweetheart, I work so hard for you ya know?”

Your eyes flutter close as a gentle kiss is pressed against your cheeks. But those mean ass hips don’t stop moving.

“But if you miss me all you have to do is call, you know that” They say.

You knew your actions were childish. You and hange were grown adults. You shouldn’t be pulling shit like rubbing all up on Levi just cause you felt neglected. And it was a bit shameful you had to be pounded like this, legs quivering and thighs sticky with a filthy mixture of hange’s precum and your juices.

“M-M’sorry” you apologize in that sweet little voice. “I don’t want him, you know I don’t baby. Just want you”

It wasn’t often you apologized, and Hange knew you were sincere. Plus, you knew how to fuel your partner’s ego. And those pretty claims of not wanting Levi went straight to the cock throbbing inside of you.

You were getting closer, Hange could tell by how your walls were squeezing around them. No matter how many times Hange fucked you loose you would always tighten up again. Every time was like the first and it only ever drove Hange closer to their own orgasm.

“It’s okay darling”Hange mummers, pressing kisses along your shoulder. A sneaky hand runs along your body, soon joined by another. One teases around your nipple, touch feather light to the point you could barely feel it. But just enough that it stole some of your sanity. The other traces the delicate curves of your body until it reaches your pretty little bud, perked up and begging for attention.

You cry out as soon as Hange rolls their pointer finger around your clit, and your partner knows they’ve done you in. “Go on sweetheart, make it up to me and cum on my cock, you can do that for me right?”

The words do you over, and you feel like you can’t breathe. Hange’s thrusts send fire throughout your body and you can’t even moan from how fucking deep they were inside of you. You cum with a silent cry, pussy spasming as the squelching in the room only grows louder.

If it weren’t for Hange holding your limp body up, you would have fallen right on your buckled knees.

“F-Fuck woman, ya milkin’ me here darling “Hange stutters, finally giving into the pleasure they had been desperately holding back to teach you a damn good lesson.

You swear you cum again when you feel splashes of white, hot cum ill your hole. And Hange doesn’t stop fucking it into you, just pushing it deeper and deeper until you were sure your birth control would be rendered ineffective.

If being a brat got your pussy stuffed like this…

You would be sure to do it more often.

[prncessjaeger]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

making out with your girlfriend felt like heaven. the feeling of her tongue clashing with yours, needy whines fell from your mouth when she pressed her cool fingers down your panties, rubbing along your clit. she then littered kisses all over your neck, moving down to your chest to quickly latch onto your harden nipples, “oh fuck baby,”

you could practically feel her throb in your lap and grabbed along her face, “mimi, can i please eat it? i’ll make you feel real good baby, just saw the word.” you saw her lean up and capture your lips again, “no,” “why notttt? you never let me go down on you…” the urgency in your voice made her contemplate in her thoughts and soon a soft sigh escaped her lips, “fine, okay.”

you lay down salvitating infront of her wet cunt, waiting for her command to let you pleasure her.. ‘finally’ you thought, happy that your loving gf decided to let you eat her pussy for once and felt her hands grab along your hair and pushed you forward. your mouth quickly attached to her licking and slurping all over her clit, “there you go, fuck yes,” the feeling of mikasa’s fingers rubbing along you sticky cunt, easily inserting one finger…then two erupting a long, drawn out moan fall from your lips, stimulating her pussy which caused her to groaned quietly, “shit.”

her ego being too high, not wanting you to realize she needed this and instead she always wants to fufill that high by giving you pleasure. you leaned back, spitting on it and darting your tongue out, feeling mikasa’s hand still tangled in your hair push your head back into her legs, sighing out in bliss, “mhm, you’re making mama’s pussy feel sooo good baby…”

[dashitsxx]

i could eat that girl for lunch | various fem! characters x fem! reader | drabble (18+)

your devil is back! billie needs to make more wlw songs like you guys can't imagine my obsession with this song >< this is to honor pride month and the lgbtq+ community, i love you all! short drabble for you all <3

warnings. pure smut & cunnilingus

sinful moans echoed through the bedroom as hands were wrapped around your thighs in a tight grip to prevent your struggles from escaping. your back was arched from the foreign sensation as gasps slipped out. you had your hand grabbing the hair of the person salvaging your cunt as if the world was going to end tomorrow. you protest through your swollen lips with "slow down" and "wait please." yet it all falls on deaf ears as she continues to lick your pussy in pleasuring strokes. painful bruises were starting to form on the plush of your thighs until you felt a warm touch on your clit. your eyes widened, "oh fuck... no, i can't do it anymore! wait!" but she ignored your pleads as she slowly circled her thumb on your nub before pulling her tongue out of your slit as your essence and her spit was dripping down on her chin. you took this chance to struggle out of her grasp, but she didn't budge due to her strength. a menacing smirk forms on her sultry lips as her eyes are clouded in lust, desire, and temptation.

"darling, you better give me more, i'm still not done with my meal."

maki zenin, mei mei, shoko ieiri, yuko tsukumo, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, hange zoe, pieck finger, rumi usagiyama (mirko), kaina tsutsumi (lady nagant), nana shimura, makima, himeno, quanxi

[hangesfavles]

Nerd Hange headcanons

4.1k words. AFAB NB loser! hange x bimbo (ish)! fem reader. <3

Summary: Hange is more of a socially inept lesbian redditor gamer nerd rather than a normal ‘i’m smart’ dweeb :). These are general hcs of how you met loser/streamer Hange, things they like and relationship dynamics including you secretly eating them out on stream. <3

A/N: this is my first ever attempt at nsfw so i’m sorry if it’s bad or nondescript! also i know both of my fics so far have been for afab reader, but going forward i plan to write for a genny nootch reader just because i find it to be inclusive to wider groups of hange lovers <3 lol and last time i posted i said i never wrote fanfiction before but that was a tiny fib because i wrote shitty dumpster fire fanfics in middle school, but i’ve /srsly never tried my hand at nsfw before, but i guess there's a first for everything. pls critique me if u have any thoughts but be nice i’m sensitive. also shoutout to @abbyslev for helping me brainstorm <3 if ur reading my fanfics u probably already do, but pleaaaase follow her if u dont she’s lovely!!!! :3

Warnings: Nsfw content under my 2nd divider, sort of exhibitionism and masturbation. Not all of this is nsfw, but I’d still like for MINORS TO DNI. However, I know that you guys like to ignore those warnings, so I bolded the nsfw sections. At the very least, please don’t read the bolded hcs. Thank you & enjoy reading!

❥Loser! Hange who is in the same math course as you. When you walk in on the first day, you’re drawn to them, but not for the reasons you’d initially think. You were almost positive that they would be a decent person to cheat off of. I mean, they seem to look like they know what they’re doing, right?

❥Loser! Hange that can hear their pulse in their ears when they see a pretty girl take the spot beside them. They feel their heart rattling around in their chest as they sneak glances at you whenever they get the chance.

❥Loser! Hange quickly figures out the reason why you decided to sit next to them, rather than the other isolated chairs inside the lecture hall. But don’t worry, of course they’ll let you cheat off of them. Unfortunately, their performance starts to dip a little when they realize what you’re doing. They’re frequently under your gaze, and they can’t help it that you make them nervous :c 

❥Loser! Hange that is unaware that your eyes aren’t only looking down at their answers. One class when you were copying off of them, you started noticing the way their fingers hold their pencil. How slender their digits are, that their nails are surprisingly short, neat and cleaner than expected. You also started to notice how their veins protrude slightly and move up their arm... You feel yourself biting your lip as you observe their side profile. Their cheeks look soft and pink, similarly to their kissable lips. Your eyes continue to trail over their face: their thin, ovular glasses are slightly pushed down on their hooked nose, and their long eyelashes flutter as they continue to take notes beside you.

❥Loser! Hange can’t not listen to you getting called out by the professor when they notice you copying off of your seatmates’ assignments and notes. It was rather embarrassing, but you’re just happy the professor didn’t catch you cheating on an exam and risking academic misconduct.

❥Loser! Hange nudges your arm lightly after that incident, their voice low so you both don’t get caught by the professor. "Hey, um... I've noticed you've been using my notes and uh... answers. Do you need any help with the material? I mean, like, we could study together or something! If you want." They ask you with an excitement in their eyes and voice.

❥Loser! Hange can’t even feel proud of the fact they managed to talk to you because they barely even got that sentence out, and they couldn’t look you in the eye for more than 2 seconds. But it seems like all that is forgotten when you actually agree to meet up with them. They feel a rush of giddiness, but they try not to make a fool of themself in front of you. “Right! Yeah, so here’s my number... We can plan something, er- sometime.” They write their number down, sliding you the ripped end of their notebook page.

❥Loser! Hange who feels their heart in their throat as they lead you into their bedroom. The study session started off a bit rocky and awkwardly, but the tension in the air decreased as time continued on. As much as you would like to actually learn this material to earn good grades, you find yourself wanting to earn their attention much, much more. I mean, you obviously wore your lowest cut shirt and a pleated skirt for a reason. You look up at them, calling out for them. “Hey, Hange?” You ask, smiling as their head shoots up from their notes. “Can you explain this question to me?” You ask quietly, turning around your notebook to face them. You lean closer to them, purposely displaying your breasts for them to (hopefully) ogle.

❥Loser! Hange who starts to feel like they’re being tested by a higher power. They have to physically stop themself from glancing down and making a fool of themself. They try their best to focus on explaining the math problem to you as you watch their every movement like a hawk. You notice their eyes fall on your chest for a split second, and you pounce on your opportunity to tease them further. You reach up to their face, flicking their nose up so they’re forced to look at you. “My eyes are up here, silly.” “I- Uh- Sorry, just-” Hange trips over their words as they try to formulate a cohesive sentence on the spot. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just teasin’. It’s not so bad to be stared at if it's you.” You say with a playful wink.

❥Loser! Hange folds immediately. “O-Oh... Me? Really?” They ask, their eyes widening and pupils dilating. You can’t help but chuckle at their disbelief and nod your head in confirmation. “Yes, you. Is there anybody else in the room with us?” You joke. They stumble over their words as they think of a response. “W-Well, no, there isn’t, but- y’know- I didn’t think you-” They stutter, pushing the notebook aside and gesturing their hands between the two of you. They feel their cheeks growing warmer from embarrassment as they struggle to coherently voice their jumbled thoughts. “You know, you should at least take me to dinner before looking at me like that.” 

❥Loser! Hange doesn’t need to be told twice. They grab your hand with a cheesy smile, practically dragging you to their car while suggesting all sorts of restaurants that you might agree to. “Is there a certain restaurant you had in mind? We can try something totally different, like a little hole-in-the-wall joint. Ooh, but picture this: hibachi. The whole watching people cook in front of me thing usually makes me feel awkward but the food is always soooo good. Oh, or maybe we could go to a steakhouse! No matter what you choose, I’ll be fine with whatever! What do you think?" GOD they are just so excited and you find it utterly adorable. They remained true to their word and took you to whichever place you decided and paid for both of your meals. (They would have done this even if you didn’t joke about it bless their heart.) But then that first date turned into 2 dates, which quickly became 3, 4, 5, then suddenly you both forgot because anything the two of you do together is a date in your minds.

❥Loser! Hange definitely asks you out after only the second date. But in their defense, you’ve been hanging out after class as well as coming over to their house for “study sessions” that alway turned into watching tv or movies, ordering ubereats, going to the movies, walking around their neighborhood, anything but studying. You even took them to a party once. (You guys left after a half hour because Hange got overwhelmed, but you were still happy they tried something for you.) So by the time you guys went on your second “official date” they definitely felt confident that you would say yes.

❥Loser! Hange who loves talking to you about whatever game they’re playing. If it’s a story game, they’d love to explain anything you missed or don’t understand. They also would voice their predictions about how the game will end or where the story will go. If they see something predictable, they’ll definitely tell you what they think will happen, trying to impress you so when/if it does they’ll look “cool” to you. In reality though, you just find them to be geeky in the most endearing way. “Look, there’s a bunch of ammo in this room. If there’s a boss behind this door, you have to give me a kiss.” They say to you with a sly grin on their face. If it’s a PVP game, they will explain everything about what skills and powers each character has and who their favorite to play is. They’ll talk about what they like and dislike about the different mechanics, their favorite characters, parts they find tricky, etc. And of course, you sit there with a dopey smile while you listen to their rambling without interrupting, even if you don’t understand a word of what they’re saying because they’re just too cute when they’re passionately rambling. 

❥Loser! Hange who loves inviting you over, even if you two are doing absolutely nothing. They adore when you watch them play all sorts of video games. If they’re playing a console game, Hange lays next to you with your head against their shoulder, your arm splaying across their stomach while your hand rests around their waist. You tend to get pretty invested if the game is story based, insisting that they can’t play it without you around to watch the next part of the story unfold. If they’re playing a PC game, you’re sitting in their lap with a skirt that does absolutely nothing to cover your body once you’re seated on top of them. You prefer to face away from them, occasionally squirming in their lap so they can feel your ass pressed against their thighs and stomach. However, you do occasionally enjoy facing them, your arms wrapped around their shoulders as your legs hang off of their gaming chair at either side of their body.

❥Loser! Hange who also loves when you’re sitting in their lap, even if they struggle to focus on the game in front of them when your warm body is pressed against their own. It doesn’t help that they can smell the perfume coming from your neck, tempting them to lean in and kiss you there.

❥Loser! Hange that can’t resist the urge to rest their hands on your thighs during a cutscene, between rounds, during any sort of loading screen or when they’re respawning. They’ll use your thighs to push your ass back and closer to their body. 

❥Loser! Hange kisses your neck from behind, causing you to tilt your head and expose more of your neck for them to kiss. You let out a chuckle at how you effortlessly turned them on just by sitting on their lap and looking pretty.

❥Let’s just say... Loser! Hange finds the opportunity to quit or pause the game as soon as they can. When they eventually return to whatever game they were playing, they find it much easier to focus after you’re both satisfied. ♡

❥Loser! Hange who is also a small streamer! They probably get a few hundred people to watch them game each stream. They may not have a huge community, but their fans are consistent, funny, and always welcoming to new viewers! It’s a comforting little community. Because of this, Hange responds to their chat quite a bit and they’ve made quite a few friends with their mods and regular viewers.

❥Loser! Hange had to explain to you what streaming was. They decided that they would show you what it's like by doing a short stream while you silently watch them game and listen to them talk with their viewers.

❥Loser! Hange never technically introduced you to their fans. Not because they didn’t want to, they just knew that the internet wasn’t always kind, even if their fans are 99% supportive. They wouldn’t mention it much, but they are a little insecure about themself. They know that they treat you like an absolute princess, and they know that you adore them, that’s not the problem. The problem is that they don’t know if they’ll ever feel deserving of you. 

❥Loser! Hange only mentions this to you at late hours of the night when they feel vulnerable and slightly sleepy. You spend countless late nights at sleepovers holding them in your arms and reassuring them just how attractive you find them and that no one has treated you better. They start to feel reassured more once you mention to them that you don’t feel deserving of the endless love they give or of the many ways they spoil you.

anyway back to streamer hcs

❥Loser! Hange didn’t expect you to surprise them one day in their room with their favorite takeout in the middle of a stream. You didn’t know that they were streaming and you wanted to sneak up on them and scare them >:). You slip into their room as quietly as possible, slowly tiptoeing to their form slouched over their desk. Because of the slight delay of their videocam to their viewers, Hange doesn’t get the chance to read all of the different messages of the chatters who spotted your presence and are questioning about it. You silently place the bag of food on the floor, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and kissing their cheek roughly. 

❥Loser! Hange practically jumps out of their chair, yelping from the shock. They realize that it’s you pretty quickly, because no one else would hold or kiss them like that. They pause their game, swiveling around to face you with a wide smile. “Hi, baby!! What are you doin’ here?”

❥Loser! Hange immediately forgets the world around them, forgetting they’re literally live as they try to grab at your hips while they talk to you. “Mmmm,” You hum and giggle. “I just wanted to surprise you. It’s been a few days, I missed you.” You mumble before stepping back so that their hands disconnect from your waist. “Let me get some plates and napkins real quick.” You tell them before you leave the room again.

❥Loser! Hange remembers that they’re streaming, facing their viewers again to read what they missed from chat. “Chat, what do you mean ‘how did you bag a baddie?’” They say, reading some of the messages out loud. “‘How come Hange can get a girlfriend and I can’t? Life isn’t fair-’ WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” They cut themself off, their jaw dropping a little from the comments they read. The chat starts to go crazy after seeing you. Most of the messages are asking who you are, if Hange is dating you, or simply encouraging Hange to stream with you sometime officially. But of course, it’s much easier to take note of bad comments people say rather than nice ones.

❥Loser! Hange pouts when you return with plates in hand, ignoring their chat again in the blink of an eye. "I'm charming, right? and cute?” They look up at you with puppy eyes as you stand in front of them. “I'm desirable." They say those words like a statement, but it sounds like they’re trying to convince themself rather than state a fact. You hear the insecurities dripping from their tone. You promptly climb into their lap, placing a tender kiss to their cheek while your hand cups the opposite one. You progressively start kissing all over their face, and they close their eyes, giggling and getting lost in the moment. When you eventually begin moving down their neck, their eyes snap open as they remember the audience. "AAAAHHHH, I'M LIVE, I'M LIVE!" They warn you frantically, suddenly remembering again why they were a bit insecure in the first place. This causes you to jump a bit from their yelling. They swivel their chair around to face the monitor, looking at it from over your shoulder. "S-Sorry chat, ending stream a bit early today..." They say quickly, turning off their game and switching tabs to end their video. You chuckle, turning to face their camera. "Oops." you say only a few seconds before they end their stream. 

❥Loser! Hange decides that they might as well officially introduce you after that incident, since they know they’ll be getting teased for it for the next few streams.

❥Loser! Hange never thought that they would be in this situation with anyone, no less you. This exact scenario had been nothing but a fantasy in the corners of their mind. A fantasy that would fog up their mind in the late hours of the night, prompting them to slip their fingers under their boxers and lightly circle their clit with their fingertips, eventually slipping them inside of their warm body. Their back would arch up off of the bed, trying their best to picture that their own fingers were instead yours.

❥Loser! Hange that noticed a sort of glint in your eyes when they asked if it was okay to stream while the two of you were still hanging out. They hadn’t been active in the past handful of days because they’ve been spending all their time with you. They just can’t deny you, especially when you both want to spend all your time with the other.

❥Loser! Hange who has to resist the urge to drool as you carefully and quietly crawl under their desk, looking up at them through your long, mascara coated eyelashes as your knees hit the slightly dusty floor... 

❥You aren’t sure what came over you, but when you were watching them put their headphones on and start welcoming people into their stream, you missed the attention being on you. So decided to tease and torture them and force them to give you attention still. 

❥Loser! Hange is forced to pretend you aren’t under their desk and spreading their thighs and pulling down their boxers while giving them that signature sultry smile with your matching lustful look in your eye. You bite your lip as you part their legs, moving in closer to their folds. They can feel your hot breath on their legs as you kiss, lick, and bite the plush skin of their inner thighs. For a few moments, you feel their hand rest on top of your head and stroke your hair approvingly as you start to rile them up. They can feel their face heating up a little, but if anyone in chat mentions it they just explain that their AC isn’t working properly. Even from just your breath and kisses teasing their thighs, they can feel themself getting wet, the stickiness spreading around their groin.

❥Loser! Hange melts under your touches, but they quickly become needy and desperate for more. Their resolve is always weak when it comes to you, and your teasing will be the death of them. They’re trying so hard not to whine and plead because they have to act normal and play their game. Even when your tongue finally reaches out to meet their pussy, you keep teasing them. You give them as little as you possibly can, spreading their folds with the tip of your tongue, only occasionally flicking up to their clit. You also kiss their puffy pussy lips and their clit, showing how much you love them while simultaneously subjecting them to such sweet torture. When they feel your tongue finally giving them what they wanted, their legs start to twitch slightly from the stimulation. They try their best to regulate their breathing so nothing seems out of the ordinary.

❥Loser! Hange doesn’t know how to act when your mouth starts to move faster and faster between their legs. They’ve stopped looking at their chat entirely, just trying to focus on playing the game somewhat coherently and occasionally talking about it or making a random comment without stuttering or sighing from pleasure.

❥Loser! Hange’s pussy is dripping onto their chair from all of your teasing. The combination of your tongue and their pussy makes an audible squelch as you suck, kiss, and lick up their slit and their hips move slightly, trying to keep up with the rhythm of your tongue. At this point, they’re starting to feel the knot in their stomach tighten, and they’re struggling to hold back their sounds. “Chat, I’ve gotta use the bathroom real quick-” They say, closing their webcam and muting their mic as fast as their fingers let them.

❥Loser! Hange’s hand finds its way back to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you as close to them as biology allows. Their head falls back as they let out a shaky moan. “Ahhh.. F-Fuckk... Please, please more.” They whine, encouraging you to eat them out without fear. You can both feel how their pussy throbs with desire for attention. They’ve been impatiently craving this, so they plan to take full advantage of the fact you’re right where they want you. You pick up the pace, sloppily making out with their pussy and sucking their labia between your lips. They toss one of their legs up onto your shoulder, allowing you more access to them as the knot in their core is almost ready to release. You look up into their eyes, slurping up their juices. The way you look up at them with devotion makes them feel even better due to how much desire is in your expression, adding another layer of eroticism for them from your enjoyment.

❥Loser! Hange feels the tension in their lower stomach releasing. They sigh and moan out into the air lightly as they feel white hot pleasure take their entire mind and body. They arch themself off the chair, trying to meet your mouth even more than already possible. Their body grinds against your tongue as they shiver from the intensity of their orgasm.

❥Immediately after their orgasm subsides, loser! Hange pulls your head up by your hair, kissing you deeply and not caring that they can taste their sticky cum on your plump lips. Their free hand slides down to the back of your thigh, guiding your body to sit on their lap. Their hands are protective and possessive while you make out. They are such a softie, always wanting to cuddle, hug, and kiss after sex. They love you so much and need to let it show, it’s like a warm blanket of warmth and affection covers their heart. They see the world with rose colored glasses for an hour or two after you make them cum, honestly. 

❥Loser! Hange holds you for a little while, their face nuzzled against your neck as they whisper sweet nothings to you. They’ll pepper your neck, collarbones, and face with kisses while telling you how good you made them feel. “I- love- you- so- much- sweet- heart- thank- you-” They’d say between pecks to your skin, causing you to giggle from the slight tickle of their lips moving around your upper body. They only stop their barrage of kisses when you start to push at their shoulders playfully, begging them to stop. “I love youuuu!” They say in a drawn out tone, giving your body a tight squeeze. “But duty calls, so we'll have to continue this later. Don't worry, I'll be thinking about you the whole time!"

❥Loser! Hange loves aftercare, giving and receiving, basically. They’re happy as long as you’re physically close to them <//3.

❥Loser! Hange also used to have inappropriate thoughts about you before you two were officially dating. They knew it was a bit weird to do so without you having any knowledge of it, but they couldn’t help themself. The two of you had exchanged Instagrams after your very first study session and since then, they can’t help but fuck their fingers to your posts. They try to refrain from doing so each time; they attempt to scroll past your stories as if the sight of your face hadn’t already turned them on. Each time it always ends the same, inevitably retyping your name in the search bar to revisit the photo. At this point it had to be some sort of conditioning, the way their body would react to you like clockwork. But they still feel so embarrassed to be so obsessed with you simply because you gave them an ounce of attention.

❥Loser! Hange used to imagine you in all sorts of different positions for them. You name it, they’ve probably thought about it once or maybe even twice. Sometimes they would imagine you sitting on their face, other times they could imagine you under them as they would fuck their strap into you. When Hange feels extra desperate, they like to picture the ways you would take them, perhaps you would trap them against the bed, fingering their throbbing pussy while making out with them to ensure that they weren’t too loud. A favorite daydream of theirs surrounds the different types of faces you would make as they eat you out. They yearn to see how your eyes might look down at them, pleading for them to make you cum, or how they may be shut entirely, your lips parted to sigh out with pleasure from how good they’re making you feel. They’d wonder what kind of sounds you would make. Were you loud? Quiet? Shy? Breathy? Are you the type that moans, or are you the type that whimpers? These questions had plagued their mind until they finally had you for the first time after 4-5 dates. <3

i miss hange rip hange you would’ve loved being the most nerdy loser dork the geek world ever saw.

[kill4luvina]

imagine your sitting around thinking about how much you hate me and im cutely kicking my feet writing smut

[fleurvi]

Strap Worship | Mikasa Ackerman

genre: smut (mdni)

pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

cw: sub!mikasa, strap-on sex, strap-sucking, deepthroating, reader refers to the strap as their cock once.

wc: 700+

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There's something addictive about having a woman as powerful as Mikasa Ackerman on her knees in front of you. At first, she let you take charge in the bedroom because you were more experienced, but over time, she learned that she likes giving up control to you. She has to be precise to a worrying degree everywhere else in her life, and it's freeing to relax a little bit and let someone else take care of her. Sometimes, Mikasa wants to please you; you always take care of her, and she wants to help you now.

She knees in front of you, completely naked, helping fasten your strap-on harness. When she's done she places open-mouthed kisses on your hip until you thread your fingers through her short hair and tug her away.

“You wanna help me out, pretty girl? You wanna do something for me?” you ask, holding her head in place near the tip of your strap, which you tap against her lips when she mutters out a ‘yes.’ The verbal response makes you smile; she was too shy to do anything other than nod the first time you had sex, and you had to prompt the words out of her. “How about you get this cock nice and slick so I can fuck you?”

You lose your grip but don't pull your fingers free as she leans forward and wraps her lips around the tip. Some people may be confused as to why you would ask her to do something when you can't physically feel it. The answer is simply that it looks fucking hot. The obvious power dynamic at play sends chills down your spine, and the visual of Mikasa wrapping her pretty pink lips around your strap is enough to have you moaning out loud. Mikasa isn't faring much better, whimpering around your cock as she takes it further and further into her mouth.

“Yeah, just like that, you look so fucking good down on your knees for me,” you say, encouraging her as she begins to bob her head. She's enthusiastic as she sucks, drool pools at the corners of her mouth. She makes it sloppy for you, a perfect picture to get you off to. If she stayed down there for long enough, you may be able to cum just from watching her. The noises she makes are sinful, gagging slightly as the tip hits the back of her throat. She braces one hand on your thigh and reaches the other up to interlock it with your hand that isn't still in her hair. She takes the strap all the way to the base, keeping eye contact with you. “Atta girl,” you praise, holding her in place until she pushes off of you.

Your breath hitches in your throat as Mikasa tilts her head up, and you get a good look at her. Her eyes look desperate and hazy, and her mouth hangs open, panting for air. There's a line of saliva connecting her lips to the toy, joined by drool settling over her bottom lip. Her hair is messed up, clenched tightly in your fist. She looks completely ruined, and you haven't even touched her pussy yet.

“Fuck my face,” she begs, voice hoarse. “Please, I need it.”

You listen, holding her head in place as you slip your cock back between her lips. You start your thrusts gently, careful not to hurt her, but she grabs hold of your thigh and whines for you to go faster. You keep at your current pace, making a gradual increase in roughness. The filthy gagging noises and moans that force their way past the toy when you rock your hips into her waiting mouth are like fuel to you, driving your cock to the back of her throat.

The strap is soaked, and her pretty pussy is dripping for you. You pull your strap-on out of her mouth, grinning at the way her mouth stays open. You lean down, looking her in the eyes as you spit into her open mouth. She swallows like a good girl as she awaits her next instructions.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck this pussy so good”

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thanks for reading!!

timeskip mikasa with her short hair is soooo fine like I picture her as a mask in my head bc I think she'd dress masc too and oooooh masc mikasa is so hot 🤤💦

[torasplanet]

❝𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇-𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

M. ACKERMAN + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; armin and eren are so glad their girlfriends are getting along and doing friend things together like helping out another girl in the bathroom !!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, eren's gf!mikasa, armins gf!reader, reader wears makeup and lashes, college au ig, bathroom sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, mikasa has rings lololol, armin and eren are clueless lol, praise, and skin color not mentioned

“Ah, I don’t want to right now…” You muttered breaking the kiss to place your hand on top of Armin’s that was snaking its way up your thigh underneath the fabric of your skirt. Armin stared at you pondering why you said that but snapped out of it and took his hand away nodding understandingly “Uh yeah, that’s fine. Everything…okay though?” The blonde male asked as his hands went back to your waist to assist you down from your seat on the edge of the sink. You grabbed onto his arm as your heels clacked against the bathroom tiles “Yeah, we can do it at home. Just not in the bathroom.” You explained shrugging your shoulders and looking up at Armin through your falsies.

You were glad that Armin was so understanding. Armin couldn’t say he knew everything about girls but he knew how sometimes they were okay having sex in certain places and not the next so he didn’t question that you didn’t want to fuck in the bathroom when you both have done it multiple times. He was such a kind soul, didn’t suspect a damn thing. You felt terrible for lying to him but it’s not like you could tell him the truth. It’d break his heart and you didn’t want to hurt him, you still loved him but it was a little too late for that so why should you even feel bad? Not like you could go back.

Armin smiled at you kindly helping you fix your top and skirt before you both made your way out of the bathroom and back into the loud atmosphere that was the party. You and Armin had come here with Eren and Mikasa like you always did with parties and like always; Eren and Armin got wrapped up in their conversations leaving you and Mikasa together and you didn’t have a single problem with this. You and Mikasa had your own fun.

Those boys never suspected a thing either. All the times you two would go to the bathroom to ‘help with makeup’ or ‘help with outfit’ and stay there for at least twenty minutes, they would pass it off as a girl thing along with the kisses to the cheeks and small pecks on the lips, sitting on laps, holding hands, twerking on each other, girls night, it was all just girl things to them so they didn’t care but it was more to you and Mikasa. No one knew what went on behind closed doors and the only way they would is if you were caught red-handed with Mikasa's face between your thighs because everything else was justified by being best girl-friends!

Honestly, Armin and Eren never cared to look deeper into it because they were just glad you two were getting along. When Armin started to date you, they thought you and Mikasa wouldn’t get along and were worried about it but you both clicked immediately and all that worry vanished. Vanished so soon that they didn’t even see the lingering stares.

You let Armin drag you through the party toward where Mikasa and Eren were in the middle of the party dancing. When Mikasa caught your gaze, you grinned widely “Hey Mika.” You greeted immediately and she smiled at you “Hi.” Her voice was pretty…you wanted her so bad. Not armin.

When Armin’s hands began to roam your body, you took notice that it was time to start dancing along with the song that playing. You couldn’t recognize it but clearly, Armin and Eren did as they were grinning at each other but you, however, were not. How could you smile when Eren had his hands all over Mikasa…those were supposed to be your hands. Your lips touching her neck. You wanted her so bad and you couldn’t wait especially when watching this but you stayed and did the same thing she was doing, making your boyfriend happy.

You remained in eye contact with Mikasa the entire time you danced on Armin, your hand coming back to caress his head and make his blonde locks a mess. Pressing your lips to his made him smile not even caring about how you weren’t looking at him but when Mikasa gestured for you to go down, the kiss broke. As if he already knew, Armin’s hand came down on your lower back folding you in half as you began to throw ass on him while Mikasa did the same to Eren, bending over to meet your level of gaze. In your peripheral vision, you saw a cloud of smoke as Eren passed a blunt to Armin but your concerns were on Mikasa.

She stared at you with such lust in her eyes and it only deepened when her gaze traveled to your lips and then back at you. Mikasa wanted you too and you wondered when she was going to take you into one of those bedrooms and give you what you wanted! The short-haired woman reached her hands out and grabbed hold of your face with her soft and gentle hands caressing your skin with such care but then her nails dug into your skin and Mikasa pulled you forward; your lips roughly meeting hers.

You assumed it be just a small peck just like usual but it wasn’t. Mikasa shoved her tongue in your mouth and nearly down your throat and you allowed her to. Not like anyone could see because of how dark it was and that no one was paying attention but even if someone did see, no one would care. It was just a girl thing. “Please…” You muttered into the kiss. You didn’t know exactly what you were begging for but whatever it was, you needed it from Mikasa as soon as possible.

Her lips were incredibly soft against yours but the way she moved them, it was rough and fast; you could barely keep up. Your distaste at the sight of Mikasa’s ass pressed hard against Eren’s pelvis disappeared because you were getting more than he was right now; Mikasa was kissing you like she was eating your pussy and you wished she was.

“Oh shit! Jean, I bet you wish yo ass was here!” Connie yelled from near you but you didn’t care, you were still focused on Mikasa and satisfying Armin so that he didn’t get upset but when there was a bright flash shining in your face; your eyes opened and Mikasa broke the kiss. You turned your head seeing Connie with the flash panicking and trying to turn it off, you heard Armin and Eren smacking their teeth in annoyance and insulting him but you didn’t really care. Who cares if he took a video? Not you. It’s a good excuse to leave the party and go to the bathroom with Mikasa so she could ‘help you’ because you were just so upset about everything…

You stood up straight and avoided eye contact with everyone “Connie get the fuck back here.” Eren said running off to go catch Connie who scurried off after getting threatened by Eren and a few other people leaving you, Armin, and Mikasa. You glanced up at Mikasa who was already staring at you and she grinned again once your eyes met. She was so pretty when she smiled. You loved to see it.

“[Y/n], your makeup’s a little…off.” Mikasa lied grabbing hold of your chin and tilting your head in directions as if she was actually looking at your makeup and your face heated up at her touch already knowing what she was hinting at “Oh, really?” You questioned with false curiosity and Armin hummed in response earning glances from both you and Mikasa which quickly made him uncomfortable from the sudden gazes “I-I didn’t mean anything bad…just your eyelash baby.” Armin said, looking away from your eyes and putting the blunt back to his lips. There wasn’t anything wrong with it to him but he agreed anyway because he doesn’t know much about makeup and how it’s supposed to look. You almost laughed at how quick he was to explain himself, he was cute but Mikasa was cuter.

“I’ll tell Eren…” Armin said signaling that you and Mikasa could head off to the bathroom and you two wasted no time at all. Armin was a sweetheart, he was and you loved him but you loved Mikasa too, and maybe just a bit more. Perhaps one day you could have them both.

You tried your best to keep up with Mikasa as she rushed to the bathroom; almost as needy as you were but no one could beat that. You were practically at her feet begging with that look in your eyes every day, it’s a miracle that no one ever caught onto it “Y’know, for a second I actually thought you were upset.” Mikasa said as soon as those black ankle strap heels of hers clicked against the cold tile of the bathroom you and Armin had just been in. She closed the door once you got in.

Backing up against the sink counter, you laughed at her words “Sorry…just really wanted to be with you.” You said grinning as her hands found their way to your waist, you felt the coldness of her silver rings through your clothing. Mikasa got close to you, her lips just barely brushing against yours “I know.” The dark-haired woman said before pressing her lips to yours, recreating the hot and bedraggled makeout from back out at the party but Mikasa could do more now. Her hands ran down to your lower back forcing you away from it so her hands could trail down and grab at the fat of your bottom. You let out a squeal of surprise into her mouth but that gave her the better opportunity to win the battle between your tongues and you hushed up.

Her long and nimble fingers kneaded into the clothed flesh “You let Armin fuck you in here?” Mikasa asked with a gentle tone breaking the kiss and just admiring you and all your neediness. Lips swollen from all the kissing and glossy with your lipgloss smeared on the side of your mouth, breathing heavily and gaping up at her trying to find your words. “No. Waited for you.” You responded shaking your head but your eyes never left hers while your hands snuck their way up her forearms rubbing against her smooth skin.

Mikasa’s lips turned up in a grin. Leaning forward, she sent a peck to your lips while whispering words to you “Aw, I wanted to prove I can do it better.” Your panties grew damper at her words. Your hands, which were once just resting on her arms, gripped onto her skin as if you were going to fall to your knees without her support “Want me to?” The Ackerman woman asked as she snuck her hand up your skirt pushing it back to bunch at your hips allowing your panties that were nearly soaked with your arousal to be seen. Mikasa didn’t need you to say anything, she could already see it in your face and your panties.

“P-Please, Mika?” You muttered, nearly folding over as shivers ran down your spine because of her hand sneaking down your undergarments, the coldness of her rings stung you like a bee and you gasped slightly at the feeling “Of course.” Mikasa says with a smile, her fingers slip past her lips and push her fingers inside of you. The muscular woman smiles at you as you squirm on the sink while she pushes her fingers inside of her, she curls her fingers inside of your pulsing warmth making you grip onto the edge of the sink harder than you had before “Uhn…! Feels so good.” The moans slip past your chapped lips as you try and keep quiet, it’s not like you had to with how loud the party was outside of the bathroom door but you know Mikasa likes to hear you. You decided to give her a hard time just for the fun of it.

A frown decorates Mikasa’s face when she finds out what you’re trying to do, her pace quickens as she stares you down. Her other hand, resting on your hip moves to your face with quickness that you barely see anything other than a blur when she grabs your jaw “Let it out, be good, and let me hear it.” Says Mikasa as her brows furrow in annoyance at your small whimpers and whines. She likes to hear you shout and yell about how good she’s treating you, it gives her the rush that she needs.

Tears well up in your eyes from how good it feels when she rubs her fingertips against the ridged walls of your insides but you stand your ground. Shaking your head makes the other woman even more annoyed than she is right now so she stops and your eyes widen, Mikasa pulls her hand away and puts both hands on the counter. She leans close to you not breaking eye contact, almost telling you to stand your ground, she wants to see how long you’re going to keep this up. Mikasa knows you do it so she can give you everything that you want, you try to make her think she’s not doing good enough but it’s painfully obvious that you’re holding back your sounds because you’re greedy and want more than just her hands.

Your hands grip her wrist as you give her large watery eyes “No please, I’m sorry. Don’t stop Mika.” They’re pathetic pleas coming from a girl who has not only a boyfriend but a girlfriend to please her but you don’t care, you’d even get on your knees and start begging just for Mikasa to continue to do what she was doing. The black-haired girl pokes her bottom lip out mockingly “But I thought it wasn’t enough? You weren’t making any sounds so I clearly wasn’t doing a good job.” You put your face into her neck and start leaving little kisses all over her neck while whispering apologies. “No, you are, I just want more.” This is the sentence Mikasa decides to comment on as her hands snaked their way back to your hips.

“Hm, so you’re just greedy that’s it?” You hum as you nod into her skin “I’ll feed into it just this time.” Mikasa whispered, pulling herself away from you, she smiled at how needy you looked and especially the look in your eyes. Her hands placed themselves on your legs and she spread them while scooting you closer to the edge of the sink, your tight skirt bunched up to your hips as the Ackerman girl lowered herself to the ground on her knees. Her fingers latched onto the sides of your panties and at an agonizingly slow pace, she started to pull them down your legs, smiling at the large wet spot that was sticking to your sweet cunt. 

You want her to hurry but you can’t be too demanding or she’ll send you back to Armin with a soaking painful cunt that’s throbbing to be eaten out!! And god knows Armin won’t give you it as Mikasa goes. “My dirty girl, so desperate I see,” Mikasa said hoisting one of your legs on her shoulder and running a finger down your slit making you quiver, she pushes her index finger inside of you and moves it around as if she’s inspecting your pussy. Your back arches as your fingers dig into the ceramic of the sink, you feel as though it’s going to break right into your sweaty palm.

When Mikasa puts her head between your legs, you whine at the feeling of her breathing on your cunt that was just begging for Mikasa. “Mika…” Her name slips from your lips so nicely as you begin to lightly tug at her dark hair, you roll your foot around in a circle as soft moans leave your lips whilst she begins to eat you out. The fluorescent bathroom light shined down on you as you huffed and puffed trying not to squeeze her head. Mikasa liked when you did it but she always scolded you for being greedy. “Oh please, I can’t!” One of your hands flew to the wall near you to hold on for stability because you felt as though you were going to slide off the sink counter. Mikasa pinched your thigh hard as you squirmed.

A loud moan came from your lips, gosh it was so dirty. You couldn’t tell if it was from the way her tongue was fucking in and out of you or from the burning pain on your thigh. “Stop squirming pretty. You’re already being so loud.” The Ackerman girl said, raising slightly to speak and peeking her head from between your thighs. Poor whimpers left your lips as you sat still against every feeling in your body. “Stop being so shy, give me a kiss baby.” Mikasa raised higher as you leaned down to meet her lips. You moaned into the kiss as she forced her tongue down your throat, she brought her hand down between your plush thighs to toy with your clit once more. 

You bucked your hips into her hand and she pinched your clit, you broke the kiss and leaned against the mirror behind you with a loud mewl “Stop it!” Mikasa smiled at how you fell apart for her so easily. “I told you to stop squirming.” You didn’t get a chance to make an excuse because she immediately went back to eating you, well she was devouring you. Thank god for the music from earlier was still loud or Armin would hear you, he wouldn’t think it’s some random two-dollar whore, he knows your moans and he’d recognize his (and Mikasa’s) two-dollar whore.

Mikasa was being nice by giving you what you wanted so easily but she wasn’t letting up, she was being mean and practically bullying your cunt. Nothing but whore-ish moans came from you as you breathed heavily, those noises and those stupid wet sounds from Mikasa slurping up whatever she hadn’t were the only noises in the bathroom.

As she continued to eat you out, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your climax and Mikasa could tell. Her fingers dug into your thighs her rings stinging you with their coldness, it was a warning for you not to mess up and move because she was enjoying this just as much as you were. Eating you out was her own pleasure and if you moved and she had to stop, it’d upset her almost as much as it would upset you. You tried to stay in place as that ocean rode over you, a hand slapped onto your mouth to conceal your scream that would definitely be heard. You bit down on your hand as you came on Mikasa’s mouth and lower face, nearly drawing blood.

After a few seconds, Mikasa came up for air, licking her lips and scooping the cum from her face to taste “Let's clean you up. Can’t send you back to your boyfriend looking so messy.” No words were able to form inside your mind so you just nodded while coming down from your high.

Once the two of you quickly cleaned up and you put your clothes back on, the two of you made your way back into the party but you two barely made it a few steps away from the bathroom to spot the two men at the island table in the kitchen. Mikasa’s arm was draped around your waist to help you walk, you were too dumb to do anything right now. Armin noticed. “What took you two so long?” Eren asked, raising an eyebrow as he downed a white claw.

Mikasa’s shoulders went up and came down “She wouldn’t stop squirming, couldn’t get the eyelash on right.” She delivered a hearty laugh with that as you stood there leaning on her tiredly. Armin stood and walked over and took your hand gaining your attention.

He smiled at you sweetly while switching his hand to your chin ignoring how you could barely stand or process what was happening. “Well, she looks prettier than ever.” To everyone, this might not have been that big of a deal but it made your eyes widen. Armin has always said you look ethereal after you cum.

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[kittensguts]

hange eat me out challenge GO!

[eyescoffe]

my bday wishlist:

• Vainilla cake!

• Hange’s strap in me

• Hange eating me out

• Hange moaning, whimpering and cursing

• Hange’s fingers in the back of my throat

• Hange scissoring w me

• Hange fucking me

• Hange kissing my forehead

• Hange generally

[sexlapis]

sasha braus x female!reader

smut, short fic, oral, tribbing, ass humping, no pronouns

a/n: i love writing for dead-adjacent fandoms and unpopular characters nobody else ever writes for!

masterlists

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morning sex with sasha would be so hot and desperate.

you wake up to a face and a head of hair in-between your legs and soft, cushion lips wrapped around you sensitive clit.

a hand of yours subconsciously finds its way to sasha’s auburn hair, fingers webbing and weaving through her autumn, silk tresses.

she moans into your cunt at your touch. big, topaz-coloured eyes peel open to look up at you, drowsy and drunk off your soaked pussy. she rocks her head side to side momentarily, causing your hips to jerk upwards into her inviting, intoxicating mouth before she pulls away completely.

sasha grins. “i was wondering when you’d wake up.”

you don’t have the energy to respond. you’re too delirious from being woken up so intimately and you’re distracted by her plump breasts and erect, brown nipples.

sasha wipes her mouth with her wrist and sits up, crawling to you and kissing you. she makes you taste yourself, your salty essence, her lips, her nose pressed against your cheek, her hard nipples chafing against your ones deliciously.

you need to feel her right now.

sasha moans a chuckle when you start tweaking at her nipples, rolling then between your finger tips and feeling them harden under your lazy touch.

she bites her lip, pushing your hands off her. sasha reaches down to her cunt, where she has been dolefully hiding her own arousal. slim fingers part her folds, enclosed with a all-encompassing tuft of brown hair that is now shiny and slick with her juices.

your mouth waters. you lick your lips.

“i know you want to eat my pussy right now,” sasha starts, in a all-knowing type of tone, “but, i really want to do this instead. maybe you’ll like the view more.” she finishes with a wink.

sasha’s climbing over you, straddling your lap and facing away, giving you the perfect view of her ass.

she paws at her cunt again, opening herself and aligning herself with your cunt. she smoothly sinks down, successfully colliding her clit with your own in a wet, soft kiss.

the two of you moan in unison at the mind-buzzing sensation of your clits mashing together. the both of you soaked one another.

“oh, jeez…” sasha whines, gripping her ass. slowly her surely, she begins to grind her hips back and forth, moving her pussy over yours.

you groan, completely at her mercy. if the feeling of her squishy cunt moving over yours wasn’t enough, the visual of the globes of her ass moving and rippling with the movement of her grinds will send you over the edge.

“shit.” you curse.

you shoo sasha’s hands away from her fat ass and simply replace them with your own. relentlessly, you grip and fondle with it, admiring the tan of her skin, leaving temporary marks in the wake of your touches and swatting her cheek just to watch it bounce.

sasha giggles, looking back at you. “do you like my ass that much?”

“it’s hard not to…”

she huffs, making a point to wiggle her ass, muffling her laugh as you groan loudly.

you smack one cheek harshly, making her gasp, before grabbing her hips. “move faster, baby.”

“as you wish.”

she falls forward, hands steady on your knees. her hips rotate, making grand, quick circles over you clit with hers, moans bursting out of her mouth with each movement.

“that’s it…yesss, baby, make yourself cum.”

sasha whimpers at your words and at the heat building up in her pussy.

sasha’s erratic movements blur, going crazy and losing herself on your cunt. the squelching and slapping sounds of your most intimate parts connecting echos throughout the bedroom.

“i’m cumming..” sasha yelps. “i’m cumming!”

her hips twitch, her pace stuttering as she reaches her high. sasha is loud, moaning the house down as she fucks herself through her intense high. immediately, you feel her become infinitely wetter, drenching all over your pussy. you feel a droplet run down your inner thigh.

you grunt.

you sit up abruptly, flipping sasha over. she yells in shock.

“huh?!”

“shhhh, just let me do this…”

you prop her up on her hands and knees, quick, presenting her glorious ass to you before grinding your pussy on her plush ass.

“seriously?” sasha asks, incredulously. she’s almost shocked at your shamelessness.

“you know how i said i loved your ass?”

sasha rolls her eyes. but her flushed cheeks and the bite of her lip attempting to hide her smile suggest that it’s not annoyance she feels.

she shoves her face into the sheets at you fuck the fat of her ass, clit rubbing and leaving wetness on her plumpness.

sasha’s ass must be heaven sent, truly. large, round and perfect. it bounces up and down on your hips with each of your thrusts.

after her mouth on you, her clit on yours and now your clit on her ass, it doesn’t take long for you for reach you peak.

a couple more grinds of your clit on her ass is all it takes, helped by sasha circling her hips on your cunt.

a deep moan brews within you, releasing when you cum, slowly grinding on her ass and coming down from your high.

“fuck.”

sasha falls onto her stomach. her ass shines with your wetness. she tilts her head to look at her ass.

she scrunches her nose. “you’re so gross.”

you just smirk at her, pecking her lips. “i love you too.”

a/n: those that get it, get it.

[loveofakislife]

small lil hange angst to start off the account 🩵

(wlw, angst, s4 spoilers.)

“oh, and levi?”

hange says as she stands next to him, facing opposite ways, prepared for her sacrifice.

“take care of my little lady for me,” she says with a shaky voice. levi looks up at her, noticing the tears coming out of her eyes. “if theres anyone else i’d want her with after me, it’s you.”

she says this as she clicks the trigger on the odm gear, flying off to fight as much as she can to give everyone time.

the entire time, all she does is think about you.

the memories, the nights where she could actually sleep in the same bed as her.

the days where she would stop by your house during patrol, sneaking a kiss before running back off to fight.

the nights where she would hold you, and listen to what you did all day.

or the nights where you would hold her, and she would tell you about the missions, and who died.

or the day she left to stop eren, she told you she would come back to you, knowing that this was what she was going to do all along.

she felt terrible lying to you, but thats all she could do in the moment. she couldnt bare to tell you the truth. she would never want to hurt you.

and thats all she thought about, up until the very last moment.

the very last heart beat.

the very last, everything.

i miss my wife.

[prncessjaeger]

kiss it better ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

⋆୨୧˚ now, imagine coming home to your cute loft apartment from shopping as soft rock music playing from your’s and mikasa’s main bedroom tv and you bring home a big collection of lip glosses and other makeup products, “okay, so i went to sephora with sasha right, i mean you would know since you sent me money for it but! i got like 12 lipglosses and i wanted you to try them for me?”

she watched you changed into a cute pink shirt and short set, matching the same one mikasa had on (but her’s was black obvi) “try them on…? “yeah, like this,” you went and straddled the seemingly opened up spot on her lap and pulled out a random roller lip gloss and rubbed it on your lips, pulled her face towards yours and kissed her lips, “is it…grape?” “yes! now here’s some more gloss…i think it’s the sticky kind, but anyways c’mere,” she pushed her bangs from her face and puckered her lips once again, feeling the gloss more prominent on her lips, “try not to lick it this time,” smacking her teeth, she rubbed them together inhaling the very loud scent, “hmm blue raspberry?” mimicking the wrong sound, “wrong! it’s blueberry-”

“same thing and don’t go saying ‘well blue raspberry isn’t a fruit’ either, i know” she fixed your frames and still moved her bangs, “wait hold on-” you leaned over her, ignoring the rubs on your ass she was giving you and grabbed two hair clips, “here, lemme fix your hair, yeah?” you put the clips in her hair and giggled, seeing her look all adorable, “aww now let’s try this on and then i can give you a whole makeover shebang!” “oh boy.”

ღ an: this was so short wtf

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

anything, anything

Mikasa Ackerman x Female Best Friend Reader

smut, wlw, angst, pining, mentioned Eremika/Eremika angst, smoking, drinking, college au, 18+

This was another fic I wrote a while ago but just got embarrassed about. Probably will be a series of one shots? I'm at least working on a sequel. The fic title and vibe was inspired by anything by Adrienne Lenker.

Read here on ao3 or below the cut.

You don’t remember how or when you fell for Mikasa, it just became your truth.

You hadn’t known each other for very long, and maybe your friendship blossomed too quickly, but you adored each other, so how else would it go?

She’d transferred to Eldia University from Paradis State in your second year of college. Back then it was always sunny, and the courtyard by the humanities building was evergreen.

You kept running into each other by studying in the same room at the library, almost every day for a week. She intrigued you from the moment you saw her, and you didn’t realize till later on that it was simply because she was intrinsically captivating.

When you first met her, Mikasa’s hair was a short pixie. She looked amazing, of course, and she later told you that she’d only done it because Eren said he liked short hair. These days it was just past her shoulders, shiny and black, perfectly tucked behind her ears.

In your mind, you always pictured her with the little bob that had developed by the time you were friends.

By your third year at EU, you and Mikasa were nearly joined at the hip–most of the time.

Eren had known Mikasa since they were kids. They grew up together, next door neighbors and all. They were perfect for each other. They always got along, and Mikasa loved him to death. You didn’t really see much of him, but you supposed Eren loved her too.

You wondered at first if it was jealousy when you saw them together, the idea of someone so shitty and unpredictable as Eren made your heart ache for your best friend.

It got to the point where talking to Mikasa was unbearable. You couldn’t stop staring at her glossy lips, watching the way she spoke with her hands, covered in rings and bracelets, with long red fingernails.

Mikasa loved gifts. She was sentimental, and sweet, and it drove you mad. You’d paint each other's nails, sitting close enough to make your heart flutter, and you felt ridiculous, that she made you so nervous. She was just your friend.

You couldn’t agree when she’d casually mention that she missed you, that she wanted to see you soon. It meant something else to you, and it tasted bitter and would stay stuck in your throat.

It made you uncomfortable being around her sometimes, seeing her kiss Eren goodbye when he’d drop her off at your place, or be designated driver for when you’d go to the bars or clubs together—you were surprised Mikasa was allowed to go out anyway.

She’d gotten drunk with you now and then, and whispered about how she wanted to break up with him, how tiring it was loving someone who was so wrapped up in his own emotions, that she felt like he wasn’t showing his love enough. She’d cry, and you’d hold her shoulders, slightly muscular from her disciplined workouts, and be in awe of how small and weak she would be in those moments.

You’d hold her tight and rub her back, telling her it was fine, and that you’d always be there for her. She’d always take it back in the morning, when she was hungover and waiting on him to pick her up. You learned not to entertain the idea. It wasn’t any of your business.

You didn’t want to think about any of it, so you didn’t. You didn’t understand your feelings, but you didn’t think you had to. There was nothing you could do about it.

Mikasa was obsessed with him, and you couldn’t blame her. She was as much of a romantic as you are, that was what you loved about her. Of course she adored Eren, he loved her completely free of any inhibitions.

Sometimes you’d catch Eren looking at her with an intensity that made your stomach churn. They were everything, and whatever you’d say about your little crush would just ruin your friendship.

You had no intention of doing a damn thing.

Mikasa invited you to her place for drinks and a movie one winter night, and it was nothing out of the ordinary. You had brought a bottle of wine and your favorite pajamas, prepared for a night of romance or horror, whichever the two of you would decide on.

You both stepped outside, wrapped in blankets rather than grabbing your jackets, to smoke together in the cold.

She shivered in the night air, and you couldn’t help yourself from stepping a little closer to her, and rubbing her shoulder, laughing at the way her teeth chattered.

“Here,” you hold the lighter up to the end of the joint at her lips, the orange spark between you being the only source of light save the half-moon that shone over the balcony.

“Thanks,” Mikasa took a long hit, and exhaled. “Fuck,” she coughed. “This is strong, here.”

Your fingers brushed against hers when she passed it to you, and you bit back the thrill that surged in your chest from the brief contact. You took a long hit from it and handed her the lighter as she pulled a cig from her pocket.

“Work’s been kicking my ass,” she sighed. “Dr. Yeager’s been getting worse. Eren’s been so stressed out about it, and I’ve had to do some shifts by myself so he could take him to get looked at.”

Mikasa worked at Eren’s family bookstore. She and Eren moved to attend Paradise State so that Eren could take care of his aging father, and they all worked hard. The Yeagers could only afford to pay her near to nothing, and Eren was much busier than her, clocking in less hours a month than she would in a week. Somehow, she loved it.

You’d tried to convince her to take it easy, but she was set on doing everything she could for the store, because it was the least she could do for Eren and his family. She’d shelve books and clean and dust until her back ached.

“It’s been nice though,” she continued, and passed you the cig in exchange for the joint. “I might try to organize some events to help foot traffic, if I can get a handle on school. Eren’s just been kind of a dick lately. I know he’s stressed out, I just wish he’d think of me, you know?”

You chew the inside of your cheek.

Sometimes you didn’t have to ask Mikasa how she felt. She wasn’t the best at it with others, but whenever you’d have these late nights together she’d let her guard down. Maybe it was because you were the only one that really listened to her, maybe it was because you didn’t expect her to be strong.

“Yeah, I understand. But just because he’s busy and stressed doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be nice to you,” you said.

How could anyone not treat her with the utmost gentle care?

“Yeah,” Mikasa said, her eyes distant. “I guess so.” She took a long hit and exhaled smoke into the air. “How have you been?” She said hastily.

“Fine,” you shrugged. You wish Mikasa was better at asking you that, but what could you even say, without giving yourself away? “Went on a date last night, it was fine.”

“Oh, really?” Mikasa said, surprised. Her voice became a little higher as she spoke, and you wondered if it was forced, if you were boring her. “How did it go? I didn’t know you were dating right now. That’s great.”

“It was alright. I’m not really dating right now.” You smile and shrug again. “Just wanted to give it a shot, but she wasn’t what I was looking for.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mikasa hummed. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I hope your next one will go better. It’d be nice to go on a double date with you and Eren.”

You both smoked in silence until you finished, the smell of weed and smoke intermingled in your hair. Mikasa put the cig out against the railing of the balcony and you headed inside.

You lounged comfortably on the couch, and she sat next to you, a little closer than she usually would. It was nothing.

You noticed you were holding your breath and tried to exhale quietly. The weed was hitting you nicely, and you tried to ignore the feeling in your chest. You typically sat at opposite ends, and lately you would gravitate away from her just to keep yourself from staring.

“I sent you a list, do you have a preference?” Mikasa fiddled with the remote.

“Um, no,” you cleared your throat. “You can pick.”

You took a long sip from your glass, and another, as if it were water instead of wine.

“Fine,” Mikasa laughed softly. She pulled her leg up on the couch, and picked a movie. She was so pretty. Her voice was so soft, and light, and your head was lighter. “I saw this with Eren the other day, I’ve been wanting to show you.”

The TV reflected fluorescent colors on her face, glowing in the dim room, and your chest ached. Her soft features were so beautifully accented by the mixture of dark and light, and her hair framed her face in neat strands.

Stop looking at her.

You could barely keep up with the movie. You were watching shapes move, but you couldn’t focus, you didn’t care about what was going on.

You shouldn’t have come over tonight. It wasn’t fair to Mikasa, for you to be torturing yourself like this, instead of just being normal and hanging out with her as a friend. You liked being friends with her. You could handle things staying like this. You were scared of making any of it change.

If for some reason she ever left Eren, as much as you doubted it, you wouldn’t try anything then either. She deserved to do things right, and you needed to get over yourself.

Her lips looked so soft.

Mikasa caught your gaze and you looked away quickly, but it was too late.

“Are you cold?” She asked, and scooted closer, sharing her big, comfy blanket with you. Her thighs must have been only a few inches from touching yours.

“Thanks,” you say before you could protest.

“Mhm. That bud was nice. It’s a good strain,” Mikasa said. She had abandoned her glass and was sipping wine from the bottle.

“Yeah, I’m out of it,” you laugh, a little bitterly. You were so intoxicated, all your emotions were brimming to the surface. You needed to focus on the movie, all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss her.

“You’re welcome to change it, if you want,” she said sheepishly.

“No, I love it,” you said. God, everything you said was a lie. You weren’t any better than Eren.

“You should catch up,” Mikasa passed you the bottle, smiling.

You took a long swig in agreement, despite being pretty high.

“It’s so hot in here,” she said, “let me know if you want the heater off.”

You nearly choked on the wine as she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a soft tank top, barely containing her full chest, and you blushed.

You down more of the wine to hide the expression on your face, as heat gathered in between your legs.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a mess lately,” Mikasa sighed. “I know you listen to me a lot, and I just talk and talk about it for hours. I’m sorry, I should just figure things out with Eren, but it’s been getting better with us, really.”

“I know,” you said.

You rubbed her shoulder reassuringly and moved closer to her, despite your mind screaming at you not to. You passed her the wine and couldn’t help ogle at her pretty pale skin, and the way her soft, sizable breasts strained against her top.

She was warm and smelled like vanilla and weed, along with something that must be uniquely her own. The scent would often linger on your clothes and it drove you crazy.

“But you deal with me so much,” she laughed and took another long sip. “I feel like all I do when we hang out is just talk about my shit.”

“I don’t mind, I want you to be happy,” you said softly. That much you could admit.

“You’re so sweet, Y/n,” Mikasa practically cooed, her words slurring a little from the wine. Her eyes were droopy and your stomach was filled with butterflies as she moved impossibly closer to you. She was practically in your lap, and your core was on fire. “You’re such a good friend, I love you so much.”

Mikasa leans over and wraps her arms around you, the bottle still in hand. Her tits are pressed up against you, and she smelled so damn good. She rested her cheek against yours, and your heart raced.

“I.. I like your perfume,” you said shakily. Breathe, fuck.

“Mm, thanks,” she smiled as she pulled away, cheeks flushed. She remains close, enough to smell the bittersweet wine on her breath. “You got it for me, a long time ago.”

Of course you did. You were a fucking idiot. You loved giving Mikasa things, and she loved taking them.

“You look so pretty with your hair like that,” she said smiling, touching the side of your cheek briefly.

“You’re drunk,” you say coyly. You certainly couldn’t talk, though. Your veins were on fire, and you were growing wetter thinking about lifting her top and touching Mikasa’s soft, pillowy tits. “But you look so pretty too, Mika.”

“I’m ssoo drunk–and you never call me that,” she laughed, the beautiful sound making your heart contract.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked. You never felt like you had the right to call her that special nickname, and you liked her full name anyway. It just slipped out of you, and it seemed like the both of you were ignoring the reality of your closeness at the moment.

“No. You deserve the world,” Mikasa said happily, and hugged you again. She pulled you close, and you almost groaned as her thighs brushed against yours. “I’m so grateful to know you. I feel like you understand me in a way that nobody else does, and I just want you to be happy. I’m so sorry things didn’t work out with that girl.”

“I–um..So do you,” you said, breathless. If she didn’t get off of you, you didn’t know if you would be able to control yourself. Friends couldn’t do this. “I’d do anything to help make you happy.”

“Promise?” She almost whined. Her eyes were red and the bottle dropped to the carpet, empty. “Anything?”

She didn’t give you a moment to respond before leaning in and brushing her soft mouth against yours.

You moaned at the taste of her, and Mikasa sucked gently on your bottom lip. Her hands cradled your face, and you pulled her by the waist. She took your hand and guided you to her ass, and you squeezed it, thrilled.

“I just–” Mikasa tried to speak in between kisses, and you did your best to cut off her words. “Eren and I–haven’t, in a while–” She panted and moaned as you groped her tits. She wrapped her legs around your thigh, grinding against you. “Please..”

“Oh, poor Mika,” you tease, and pull her top up to reveal her bare chest. She humps you and whines at the nickname, and you fondle her nipples while you savor the taste of her mouth.

You pull away briefly and she tries to speak again.

“It’s just, you like girls, so I thought–oh!” Mikasa gasped as take her nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it gently. You squeezed her thighs, and cupped her tits, and let her ride your thigh to her heart's content. She didn’t need to ask twice.

Your face was buried in Mika’s chest as she rocked her hips against you, and you were in heaven. You managed to get the drunk, clingy girl off you long enough to shed your own clothes down to your underwear, and you bit her thigh playfully as you pulled off her pajama shorts.

You relished the sight of Mika’s cotton panties, slightly damp, and partially hidden by her soft thighs. You took your index finger and traced soft lines in the fabric, teasing her clit gently.

“Y/n,” she pouted.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” you said breathlessly, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Your vision almost blurred, you were so drunk, off of her more than the wine.

Her pussy was slick with cum, pink, and soft. You dipped your tongue against her folds, and she was perfect. You moaned as you lapped up her cum, tasting her sweet cunt over and over, kissing it.

“Fuck,” Mikasa gasped, thighs shaking.

You groaned and touched yourself as you pressed your mouth against her cunt, sucking and licking it hungrily. Your nose was nestled in the soft valley above her clit. Her pussy was so puffy and sensitive, and you wanted nothing more than to make her cum all over your face. Her whines made you rub yourself a little faster. Her wetness painted your mouth and chin as Mikasa shuddered and squeezed her strong thighs against you.

The smell was fucking heavenly, and you held up her legs behind your ears to full immerse yourself in her cunt. You spread her folds to dart your tongue in and out, fucking her little hole.

The sight of her was like the perfect porno, you wanted to savor this moment forever. Mikasa’s eyes were shut tight, her mouth partially open as she leaned back against the couch, legs in the air while you ate her cunt. She tweaked and rubbed her nipples, pussy drooling, in perfect bliss. You needed her so badly, and you couldn’t believe you had your tongue against her wet cunt right now.

“You wanna do something special?” You said roughly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

She nodded slowly, as if in a haze.

.....

Mikasa was so willing and sexy, it drove you crazy.

Her cheeks flushed pink at the suggestion, but as soon as your sensitive cunts touched, she seemed to lose all reservations.

You had set her completely on your lap, hungry for the sight of Mikasa on top of you, her pale skin flushed with arousal and dark hair falling in her face. She hadn’t removed the layers of necklaces that prettily accentuated her chest. Her tits fell perfectly at your eye level, and you took your time teasing her, sucking and tweaking her pretty nipples, and listening to her sighs.

You could barely do much more than that, when the girl would interrupt you by desperately kissing you, coating your lips in cherry lip balm and sweet saliva.

Mikasa shivered as she tasted herself on your tongue.

You warmed her up again by teasing her clit, achingly slow and gentle until her entrance was soaked. You ran your finger in between her pussy lips, teasing her hole and feeling her tense up against you. Instead, you spread her legs apart further, and guided her pussy to yours.

Mikasa let out a soft gasp. Her breathing was ragged, and she was thrilled with the new sensation of your clits rubbing together. She was so slick against you, nearly drooling as you groped her tits, moaning and squirming.

“You’re so pretty, Mika..” You squeezed her thighs as they wrapped around yours, caressing her warm skin.

“Oh, god.. t-thank you,” Mikasa whined, and bucked her hips. Her pussy felt so good, sliding against yours, glossy and slick with cum. “I haven’t.. This feels so good.”

“Yeah?” You laughed softly. “You like kissing pussies with your best friend?”

Mikasa shivered as she rotated her hips against you, desperate for more friction. Her legs were shaking as desire pumped in her veins, and her every nerve was on fire.

You rocked against her, watching the bliss in her expression, and sweat bead on her forehead. Her tits were perfectly shaped and you cupped them lovingly, stimulating her pretty nipples with the pad of your thumb. You ducked your head to gently bite her neck, to inhale her scent as you touched.

“Oh my god,” her voice was breathy and light. “Your pussy feels so good..”

She reached for your hand, squeezing it as she looked down at you with low, dark eyes. You wanted to make her cum a million times tonight.

“You’re so hot,” you breathe, moving desperately against her.

Your clit was practically pulsing from the overwhelming mixture of sensations. You held her waist and let Mikasa’s arousal guide her as she frantically humped you.

“Fuck, you’re deprived, aren’t you?” You said roughly. “You need to cum so bad, you make your best friend eat your pussy?”

“Y-yeah!” She cried, and you felt more cum run down your leg.

God, just the sound of her breathing was erotic.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gripping her ass and grinding against her a little faster, indulging in the pleasure between your legs. Her cum painted your thighs, and you managed a peek at her pretty clit stroking yours, the gentle suction of skin and your cum mingling with hers, slippery and soft.

Mika’s body was so fucking perfect. She was beautiful. All you’ve wanted to do was take care of her, and she finally gave you that opportunity.

Mikasa tapped your shoulder and settled her legs in a more comfortable position.

“I..w-wanna touch you.”

“Oh, really?” You teased, and petted her hair.

She blushed and gave you a gentle kiss.

You hummed softly as you returned it, and untangled yourself.

You walked together to her room, with warm, dim lights, and a big comfortable bed.

The sheets were impossibly soft as you sank into them with her, tasting her mouth as you caressed her thighs, her waist.

You shivered as Mikasa traced a shy finger down your inner thigh. You watched her stormy eyes fill with lust as she admired your form, and she leaned in to kiss your neck, more out of longing than determination, licking your skin as her fingers brushed your clit.

You sighed and encouraged her by doing the same, tracing her soft bud and using her slick to gently guide your fingers against her. She sighed and urged you towards her entrance with a low hum.

“Pretty girl,” you kissed her jaw, her chest heaving as you eased your fingers inside her.

You made a soft come-hither motion, brushing her sweet spot over and over.

Mikasa ducked her head and brought her soft mouth to your tits, sucking them softly as she teased your clit. You sighed and whispered filthy encouragement under your breath to her.

You adored the way her eyes shined and her lip quivered, how she looked at you with passionate, lustful devotion. Your body was pulsing with pleasure and you fingerfucked her a little faster. Her tongue was so hot as she lapped at your sensitive nipples, fire growing in both your wet cunts from the wine.

Mikasa had such a pretty face, every feature was indescribably beautiful, especially with her pink mouth latched around your tits.

“Ugh, fuck,” Mikasa’s eyebrows pinched together and she breathed your name. She rubbed her pillowy breasts, at first teasing with her hands, then pressed them up against yours, at the slobbery spot where she’d licked you. She rubbed your nipples against each other, and the sensation drove you crazy.

“Holy fuck,” you felt cum leak from your pussy as Mikasa pressed her tits against yours. Your skin was in constant wet friction, you were always touching and groping each other, it was fucking heavenly. This is always how you wanted to appreciate your best girl.

Mikasa sighed as you curled your fingers inside her again, teasing her special spot. You ran a thumb over her clit and she shuddered. More slick surged from her pussy and you relished the way her features contorted in pleasure.

“You’re doing so good,” you cooed, trying hard to maintain your facade, to take advantage of her aching submissiveness. “Oh my god..fuck, Mika..”

Mikasa’s lips were covered in glossy drool, on her face and at your fingers. It was fucking beautiful. She couldn’t stop herself from the delicious feeling of your breasts against each other.

“H-hold my hand?” She begged, breathless, fingers desperately shaking as they reached for yours. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes,” you hissed, indescribably turned on by her soft moans and sudden shyness.

“I.. Um,” she paused and moaned, distracted as you quickened your pace in her pussy, index and middle fingers massaging the inside of her cunt and thumb petting her clit. “I used to think about you, when.. I’d touch myself.”

“Fuck,” you groaned at her words. “Me too, Mika. So much.”

God, you thought about her naked so much you felt like a fucking pervert. You’d eat her out any day of the week if she asked.

Mikasa shivered at your enthusiasm.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” she said airily. “W-whenever we’d.. Be together…”

Her gasps were delicious. Her cunt swallowed your fingers and her legs twitched, you knew she was close, yet so far. Her lips were so soft, and trembled as she bucked against you.

She was shy touching you, but seemed encouraged by your heavy breathing and flushed cheeks. She coaxed your pussy with nimble rubs, till you were dripping slowly onto the sheets.

Mikasa’s eyes were droopy and her breathing became shallow. Her moans grew louder, faster, and more desperate as she approached her orgasm. It sent butterflies in your stomach as you watched her rock back and forth, moaning beautifully and squirting all over.

When she calms herself, Mikasa gives you a weak smile.

You grabbed her chin with your free hand and slowly drew your fingers away. You reward her briefly, inserting them gently in her mouth and letting her lap up her own juices.

“Mmm,” she sighed. “Let me taste you..” Her eyes are longing as they graze your body.

You raised your eyebrows, not expecting she’d have any desire to fulfill your own pleasure.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please..” Mikasa lowered her head, kissing a trail from your tits down to your navel.

Her eyes were clear and filled with lust as she nestled herself in between your legs. She made a good show of opening her mouth and teasing your clit with her tongue before giving you a full, loving lick.

You shivered and put your hand on her head, and shoved her warm, wet tongue back where it belonged.

“Come on.”

She moaned softly, a low rumble against your cunt, and began to touch herself as she licked in between your folds, exploring you obediently with her tongue. Your clit nearly pulsed with pleasure, aching for release.

You loved watching Mikasa cum, and servicing her cute cunt, you had barely allowed yourself to enjoy how warm and tingly your body felt, how sensitive you were.

You tweaked your nipples as you held her head down, watching her nose lay above your clit as she inhaled your scent, and french kissed your pussy. Her eyelids fluttered as you pet her hair, your breath shallow and heat grew in your thighs.

You tried not to think about tomorrow. It would come eventually, but for now, she was yours.