𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲

“Ah, yes!” she squeaks, quickly taking off the top and discarding it to try on what you suggested. “It’s perfect, babe, what do you think?”

She twirls as she giggles and you nod, not being able to hide your smirk or the heat of your cheeks. Every time Kirara does something, even the tiniest things, it has a reaction on you.

“I love it,” you breathe out, not taking your eyes off her. “You look gorgeous in it, my love.”

Kirara clicks her tongue, her face getting red instantly and shoving your shoulder without any force. “You’re just saying that!”

“Mmm, I’m saying it ‘cause it’s true.” You get up, leaving her purse in the ground to hug her waist easily, kissing the visible part of her collarbone. “I have the prettiest girlfriend ever, just look at her.”

You squeeze her sides, making her giggle and squirm because you know it’s tickling her. She turns her head to take your lips in a quick kiss, cupping your cheek with one of her perfectly manicured hands (one of her nails has your initial). 

“C’mon, I wanna see all those dresses you pick up on you,” you tell her, caressing her hips before going back to your seat.

Oh and when she does her make up. She insists on sitting on your lap while she gets ready, then she twists and does your own make up. 

“You’re so talented with this,” you whisper, eyes tracing her face with nothing but adoration. “You make yourself more stunning every single time.”

Kirara pauses, her brush hovering near her cheek as she looks at your reflection. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

She bites her lip to hide the smiles and continues applying soft pink blush in her cheeks. 

“I’m not! I could watch you do this for hours.” Your hands come up slowly to her waist, careful to not startle her. “So, so gorgeous,” you whisper close to her ear.

She lets out a shy little laugh and leans in to peck your lips quickly. “Stop saying all that cute stuff while I’m trying to focus!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” You hold your hands up in surrender and lean over a little. “C’mon, which eyeshadow are you using today.”

“Purple,” she answers, opening her palette. “And blue shimmer too.”

“Oh, I love that. Gonna look shiny as fuck.”

When she finishes her makeup, she giggles and turns the brush toward you. “Okay, your turn now. Sit still, pretty girl.”

You smile as she starts working on your face, her touch so gentle and focused. She’s dabbing eyeshadow on your lids with so much care, tongue poking out a little in concentration. You can’t resist reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” you tell her, eyes half-closed. 

Kirara’s cheeks go even redder as she works, trying to hide behind the makeup palette for a second. “You’re gonna make me mess up if you keep complimenting me like that.”

You laugh softly, pulling her closer for a moment. “Then mess up. I don’t care.”

But nothing compares to when you have her sprawled on your bed, naked and needy, her cock leaking against her stomach. You’ve been making out for some time on the couch, dryhumping each other like stupid teenagers and now that you have her in bed, you’re drooling at the sight of her. Beautiful firm tits with perky nipples and her pretty cock that’s pulsing with excitement.

You crawl between her spread legs slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. Kirara’s already breathing fast, cheeks flushed deep pink, her hands gripping the sheets.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” you whisper, voice low and full of awe as you run your hands up her soft thighs. “You have no idea how obsessed I am with every inch of you.”

She whimpers, hips twitching up a little. “Please…”

You lean down and press a wet kiss right below her belly button. “Shh, I’ve got you, my love. You’re doing so good already.” You wrap your fingers around her gently, giving one slow stroke as you watch her instant reaction. “So sensitive too… I love how you throb in my hand.”

Kirara lets out a high, whiny sound, head falling back against the pillow. “Ah! Baby, please, I need—I can’t—”

You smile against her skin and finally take her into your mouth, sucking softly on the head first. She gasps loudly, one hand flying to your hair as her thighs tremble around you.

“Mmm, that’s it,” you hum around her, pulling off just enough to speak. “Let me hear you, pretty.” You take her deeper, tongue swirling as you bob your head, one hand stroking what you can’t fit while the other gently plays with her balls.

She’s a complete mess already, babbling between broken moans. “F-fuck, you’re so good, feels too good ahh, I love you, I love your mouth.”

You pull off with a wet pop and kiss along her shaft, looking up at her with adoring eyes. “You’re doing amazing, Kirara. I could stay here for hours just worshipping you.”

You dive back down, sucking harder this time, hollowing your cheeks as you take her as deep as you can. Kirara’s whines turn louder, her hips bucking weakly as she babbles your name over and over, tears of pleasure gathering in her eyes, completely lost in the praise and the feeling of your warm mouth.

You keep going, humming happily around her, determined to make her feel like the most loved and desired girl in the world.

“Ah, yes!” she squeaks, quickly taking off the top and discarding it to try on what you suggested. “It’s perfect, babe, what do you think?”

She twirls as she giggles and you nod, not being able to hide your smirk or the heat of your cheeks. Every time Kirara does something, even the tiniest things, it has a reaction on you.

“I love it,” you breathe out, not taking your eyes off her. “You look gorgeous in it, my love.”

Kirara clicks her tongue, her face getting red instantly and shoving your shoulder without any force. “You’re just saying that!”

“Mmm, I’m saying it ‘cause it’s true.” You get up, leaving her purse in the ground to hug her waist easily, kissing the visible part of her collarbone. “I have the prettiest girlfriend ever, just look at her.”

You squeeze her sides, making her giggle and squirm because you know it’s tickling her. She turns her head to take your lips in a quick kiss, cupping your cheek with one of her perfectly manicured hands (one of her nails has your initial). 

“C’mon, I wanna see all those dresses you pick up on you,” you tell her, caressing her hips before going back to your seat.

Oh and when she does her make up. She insists on sitting on your lap while she gets ready, then she twists and does your own make up. 

“You’re so talented with this,” you whisper, eyes tracing her face with nothing but adoration. “You make yourself more stunning every single time.”

Kirara pauses, her brush hovering near her cheek as she looks at your reflection. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

She bites her lip to hide the smiles and continues applying soft pink blush in her cheeks. 

“I’m not! I could watch you do this for hours.” Your hands come up slowly to her waist, careful to not startle her. “So, so gorgeous,” you whisper close to her ear.

She lets out a shy little laugh and leans in to peck your lips quickly. “Stop saying all that cute stuff while I’m trying to focus!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” You hold your hands up in surrender and lean over a little. “C’mon, which eyeshadow are you using today.”

“Purple,” she answers, opening her palette. “And blue shimmer too.”

“Oh, I love that. Gonna look shiny as fuck.”

When she finishes her makeup, she giggles and turns the brush toward you. “Okay, your turn now. Sit still, pretty girl.”

You smile as she starts working on your face, her touch so gentle and focused. She’s dabbing eyeshadow on your lids with so much care, tongue poking out a little in concentration. You can’t resist reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” you tell her, eyes half-closed. 

Kirara’s cheeks go even redder as she works, trying to hide behind the makeup palette for a second. “You’re gonna make me mess up if you keep complimenting me like that.”

You laugh softly, pulling her closer for a moment. “Then mess up. I don’t care.”

But nothing compares to when you have her sprawled on your bed, naked and needy, her cock leaking against her stomach. You’ve been making out for some time on the couch, dryhumping each other like stupid teenagers and now that you have her in bed, you’re drooling at the sight of her. Beautiful firm tits with perky nipples and her pretty cock that’s pulsing with excitement.

You crawl between her spread legs slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. Kirara’s already breathing fast, cheeks flushed deep pink, her hands gripping the sheets.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” you whisper, voice low and full of awe as you run your hands up her soft thighs. “You have no idea how obsessed I am with every inch of you.”

She whimpers, hips twitching up a little. “Please…”

You lean down and press a wet kiss right below her belly button. “Shh, I’ve got you, my love. You’re doing so good already.” You wrap your fingers around her gently, giving one slow stroke as you watch her instant reaction. “So sensitive too… I love how you throb in my hand.”

Kirara lets out a high, whiny sound, head falling back against the pillow. “Ah! Baby, please, I need—I can’t—”

You smile against her skin and finally take her into your mouth, sucking softly on the head first. She gasps loudly, one hand flying to your hair as her thighs tremble around you.

“Mmm, that’s it,” you hum around her, pulling off just enough to speak. “Let me hear you, pretty.” You take her deeper, tongue swirling as you bob your head, one hand stroking what you can’t fit while the other gently plays with her balls.

She’s a complete mess already, babbling between broken moans. “F-fuck, you’re so good, feels too good ahh, I love you, I love your mouth.”

You pull off with a wet pop and kiss along her shaft, looking up at her with adoring eyes. “You’re doing amazing, Kirara. I could stay here for hours just worshipping you.”

You dive back down, sucking harder this time, hollowing your cheeks as you take her as deep as you can. Kirara’s whines turn louder, her hips bucking weakly as she babbles your name over and over, tears of pleasure gathering in her eyes, completely lost in the praise and the feeling of your warm mouth.

You keep going, humming happily around her, determined to make her feel like the most loved and desired girl in the world.

Mikasa had chosen her path with Eren and the others, and you had stayed behind like always. Friends since you were kids running through the streets, sharing bread and secrets under the old oak tree. You were never as close to Armin or Eren, which made it easier to feel that quiet anger when she left. Why them? Why risk everything when she could have stayed here, safe with you?

Then one afternoon, you were wiping down the counter when shouts echoed from the main street. Survey Corps return. You dropped the cloth and stepped outside without thinking as people crowded toward the gate. And there she was, sliding down from her mount with graceful strength, but something was off. She moved slower, favoring her left side. Blood stained the edge of her uniform jacket, dark and fresh.

“Mikasa,” you breathed, pushing through the crowd before you could stop yourself. 

She turned at the sound of your voice, her dark eyes meeting yours across the chaos. For a second everything else faded. She looked exhausted, strands of black hair sticking to her forehead, but she gave you a small nod that told you everything.

You didn’t wait for permission, you slipped an arm around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the torn fabric. “You’re hurt. Come with me. Mom’s shop is right there, and I’ve got supplies.” 

She didn’t argue, just leaned into you a little as you guided her away from the noise. Her steps were steady but you could tell every one cost her.

Inside the back room of the pharmacy, you cleared the small table where you usually mixed medicines and helped her sit. “Take off the jacket, please,” you said, already pulling out clean cloths and the jar of salve you kept specially mixed for deep cuts. Your hands moved quickly, but your heart was racing. She had been gone for so long. Too long.

Mikasa winced as she shrugged out of the jacket, revealing a nasty gash along her ribs and another slicing across her upper thigh where her pants were ripped. The sight made your stomach twist. You had seen plenty of injuries working with the doctor, but this was her. Your Mikasa. The one who used to braid your hair when you were little and promise she’d always protect you.

“You’re such an idiot for going out there again,” you muttered.

You soaked a cloth in warm water and started cleaning the torso wound first, kneeling close so you could see clearly. Your fingers brushed her skin as you worked, gentle circles around the edges of the cut. She was alive, right here after all those nights you spent staring at the ceiling wondering if she was cold or bleeding somewhere beyond the walls. 

“I missed you. Every single day I missed you,” you said without thinking.

She stayed quiet at first, watching you intensely. The tension between you two had been there for years, unspoken words piling up. You loved her in a way that went beyond childhood friendship, sometimes you thought she felt it too in the way her eyes lingered or how she always found you first when she returned. But neither of you ever said it out loud. Not with the world the way it was.

“I’m fine,” she finally said. You saw the way her breath hitched when you pressed the cloth a little too close to the raw skin.

“You’re not fine. Look at this.” Your free hand rested on her knee without thinking, thumb rubbing small circles.

After months of nothing but wondering, you needed to touch her, to make sure she was real. You leaned in closer to apply the salve, your shoulder brushing hers. The scent of her, sweat and blood filled the small space. “What happened out there? No, don’t tell me. Just stay still.”

You moved to the leg wound next, rolling up the torn fabric carefully. Your fingers trembled a little as they traced the edge of the cut, cleaning it thoroughly before spreading the cooling ointment. Her thigh muscle tensed under your touch, you glanced up to find her staring at you, lips slightly parted. You wanted to hug her tight and never let go, to bury your face in her neck and breathe her in until the fear went away. Instead you kept working.

“I thought about you too,” she admitted quietly after a long pause. Her hand came up, resting lightly on your arm as you bandaged the gash. It was such a small touch, but it sent warmth spreading through you. “When things got bad. Your voice... it helped.”

Your eyes stung. You finished tying the bandage and didn’t pull away, wrapping your arms around her middle, careful of the fresh wrap on her ribs, and held on. Clingy didn’t even cover it. You pressed your cheek to her shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. 

“Don’t scare me like that again. I hate not knowing if you’re coming back. I get so angry at Eren sometimes, dragging you into all of it, but mostly I just miss you. So much it hurts right here.” You tapped your chest lightly.

Mikasa’s arms came around you then, strong despite her injuries. She didn’t say much more, but she held you back just as tight, her fingers threading through the ends of your hair. 

You pulled back just enough to look at her face, searching her dark eyes. “Stay tonight? At least until the bandages need changing. Mom won’t mind.”

Mikasa had chosen her path with Eren and the others, and you had stayed behind like always. Friends since you were kids running through the streets, sharing bread and secrets under the old oak tree. You were never as close to Armin or Eren, which made it easier to feel that quiet anger when she left. Why them? Why risk everything when she could have stayed here, safe with you?

Then one afternoon, you were wiping down the counter when shouts echoed from the main street. Survey Corps return. You dropped the cloth and stepped outside without thinking as people crowded toward the gate. And there she was, sliding down from her mount with graceful strength, but something was off. She moved slower, favoring her left side. Blood stained the edge of her uniform jacket, dark and fresh.

“Mikasa,” you breathed, pushing through the crowd before you could stop yourself. 

She turned at the sound of your voice, her dark eyes meeting yours across the chaos. For a second everything else faded. She looked exhausted, strands of black hair sticking to her forehead, but she gave you a small nod that told you everything.

You didn’t wait for permission, you slipped an arm around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the torn fabric. “You’re hurt. Come with me. Mom’s shop is right there, and I’ve got supplies.” 

She didn’t argue, just leaned into you a little as you guided her away from the noise. Her steps were steady but you could tell every one cost her.

Inside the back room of the pharmacy, you cleared the small table where you usually mixed medicines and helped her sit. “Take off the jacket, please,” you said, already pulling out clean cloths and the jar of salve you kept specially mixed for deep cuts. Your hands moved quickly, but your heart was racing. She had been gone for so long. Too long.

Mikasa winced as she shrugged out of the jacket, revealing a nasty gash along her ribs and another slicing across her upper thigh where her pants were ripped. The sight made your stomach twist. You had seen plenty of injuries working with the doctor, but this was her. Your Mikasa. The one who used to braid your hair when you were little and promise she’d always protect you.

“You’re such an idiot for going out there again,” you muttered.

You soaked a cloth in warm water and started cleaning the torso wound first, kneeling close so you could see clearly. Your fingers brushed her skin as you worked, gentle circles around the edges of the cut. She was alive, right here after all those nights you spent staring at the ceiling wondering if she was cold or bleeding somewhere beyond the walls. 

“I missed you. Every single day I missed you,” you said without thinking.

She stayed quiet at first, watching you intensely. The tension between you two had been there for years, unspoken words piling up. You loved her in a way that went beyond childhood friendship, sometimes you thought she felt it too in the way her eyes lingered or how she always found you first when she returned. But neither of you ever said it out loud. Not with the world the way it was.

“I’m fine,” she finally said. You saw the way her breath hitched when you pressed the cloth a little too close to the raw skin.

“You’re not fine. Look at this.” Your free hand rested on her knee without thinking, thumb rubbing small circles.

After months of nothing but wondering, you needed to touch her, to make sure she was real. You leaned in closer to apply the salve, your shoulder brushing hers. The scent of her, sweat and blood filled the small space. “What happened out there? No, don’t tell me. Just stay still.”

You moved to the leg wound next, rolling up the torn fabric carefully. Your fingers trembled a little as they traced the edge of the cut, cleaning it thoroughly before spreading the cooling ointment. Her thigh muscle tensed under your touch, you glanced up to find her staring at you, lips slightly parted. You wanted to hug her tight and never let go, to bury your face in her neck and breathe her in until the fear went away. Instead you kept working.

“I thought about you too,” she admitted quietly after a long pause. Her hand came up, resting lightly on your arm as you bandaged the gash. It was such a small touch, but it sent warmth spreading through you. “When things got bad. Your voice... it helped.”

Your eyes stung. You finished tying the bandage and didn’t pull away, wrapping your arms around her middle, careful of the fresh wrap on her ribs, and held on. Clingy didn’t even cover it. You pressed your cheek to her shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. 

“Don’t scare me like that again. I hate not knowing if you’re coming back. I get so angry at Eren sometimes, dragging you into all of it, but mostly I just miss you. So much it hurts right here.” You tapped your chest lightly.

Mikasa’s arms came around you then, strong despite her injuries. She didn’t say much more, but she held you back just as tight, her fingers threading through the ends of your hair. 

You pulled back just enough to look at her face, searching her dark eyes. “Stay tonight? At least until the bandages need changing. Mom won’t mind.”