Attack On Titan: Dreams

He finds it fascinating that she is now calm Mikasa, eyes dark with focus, face flushed, lips swollen, yet not one ounce of embarrassment evident on her face. Was this not the same girl that had looked like a deer about to get shot just moments ago?

Yes, just a moment ago, he had been in control, and she could not even move when -

'wHENwhenwhenwHEhehen...'

He gasps sharply, completely forgetting who and why and what he is, train of thought riding merrily right off the tracks, their hot breaths mingling, stuck in a shared half-lidded gaze, and he is drunk on her, on those hypnotizing charcoal blues, and he is fading fast.

"What do you want?" he breathes out against her mouth before he even realizes he is talking, each word dripping with salacious intonation, both hands absent mindedly moving in circles on the small of her back.

She brushes the tip of her nose against his, and stops stirring her hips - and he is all at once grateful and disappointed. She holds his gaze, snaking a hand around her back to latch onto his wrist.

She then guides his hand to her clothed abdomen, pressing his palm firmly there over where the wound should be. He can feel the dips of her muscled core with how tightly her hand is pressed to his, and when he tries to look down, Mikasa pulls him up by the hair to keep his eyes locked onto hers.

"Do you really want to know what I want?" she whispers, close enough that her lips nearly brush his with every word.

"Yeah," he breathes huskily, flicking a glance at her mouth before meeting her heavy, half-lidded gaze once more.

She moves his wrist, sliding his palm up her body languidly, torturously , charcoal blues never breaking from what must be ravenous emerald greens.

All self-control out the window. He hisses sharply before he all but lunges forward for a kiss - but she leans back, just enough to miss him, and just enough to remain hovering tantalizingly close to his mouth.

And just like that, he is hers.

He is completely and utterly hers, and he is awash with desperation and want all because of this fucking tease that now owns him, and gods his crotch is aching, and it all only worsens when she leans in, leans past him, sliding her soft, warm cheek against his.

"I want you..."

She trails off and breathes into his ear, and it's not a complete sentence, but he finds himself not caring when her teeth gently graze at his earlobe. He sucks in a breath at the feel of her tongue swirling around the surprisingly sensitive.

Then she is at his ear again, and what she says sends him overboard.

"I want you to touch me."

He wakes with a start, bolting upright, chest heaving.

The next thing to register - other than the tent in his pants, and the flood of unsavory thoughts his mind cruelly and vividly has conjured - is the overwhelming feeling of shame.

His face burns hot, and he presses his palms against his forehead, hands gripping his own hair.

"What the fuck? What the FUCK?! Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he curses under his breath, palms sliding down to cover his face.

He closes his eyes to regain his composure, but doing so only calls to mind the image of his palm sliding up Mikasa's torso, fuck you Yeager you fucking degenerate... -