#made plot

by now, Eren should have cottoned on to this 'friend'. Armin sure did; which was why he made sure to leave a fresh bottle of water in the fridge for later and made sure to leave enough hot water for her to shower, cause he knows she's going to need it.

"I'll leave the front door unlocked though - I assume Eren's going to be up still if you get back,"

It was a test you see, that 'if' making Mikasa flush harder because this is the third time this week she'd been out to see her friend and surely by now it was time to maybe stay over, maybe order food, maybe do something other than -

"Harder! Fuck - harder, please!" you're a mess beneath her, thrashing in the throes of your orgasm, tits jigging with every hard, brutal thrust of the pussy against yours. Mikasa doesn't look much different, hair sticking to her face with sweat and chest spattered with pink - and saliva from your mouth. A trail of clothes led a path from the front door, pooling in the kitchen along with a faint wet patch on the floor, ending on the futon in the living room where you slept in the winter because it was warmer. Her thighs were bulging with every hump, every grind, smacking and sticking and squelching with every upwards thrust,

"Mika!!" you squeal, eyes squeezing shut, reaching up to try and grip her tit, heavy in your palm and you pinch her nipple clumsily, too wasted on pleasure to give it a second thought. This is what - the fourth time you'd cum? squirting deliciously beneath her and causing her cunt to slip and bump quicker against yours, hips a blur, tits jumping, belly clenching, bouncing hard and bouncing too fast to even think about slowing down. God - you look so good taking her like this, so good letting her use you like some damp pussy pillow to hump like she was an 18 year old virgin again. She can't stop, why the fuck would she want to stop? you're perfect like this, limbless and not fighting even when she knows you're overstimulated and jumping with every desperate, hot grind of her cunt over yours. Mikasa is just - obsessed with you, with your pussy, your tits and the way you arch into her hungry hands, copying you and the way you pinch and prick at her sensitive dusty nipples. She does you one better, leg up over her shoulder and folded into your chest with how low she dips, pelvis' slotting together and you're given a brief rest when she attatches her mouth to your chest, slurping and sucking and moaning.

"S'too much - not - no! Mika - fucking - don't fucking stop!" you're always more agreeable when you've got something kissing your cunt, maybe hers, maybe her mouth, or her thigh in this case. Cause the position she's in allows her to shove her muscular upper thigh against the heated, sloppy length of your pussy, slipping hers over your knee and - it's downright disgusting the way the two of you grind on each other's bodies just cause you're so obsessed with cumming, hands all over each other, lips sucking and biting and grunting and squealing. Limbs sore but dancing the same dance over and over till the sheets are dark with cum and her nipples are too swollen to touch, and your clit jumps every time you blink.

maybe - maybe she will stay the night. Maybe -

"D'you - wanna - fuck - order pizza?" you're spread out on your stomach, fingers still wet from having them down her throat moments ago and she's wiping slick from her tit, constantly replaying the way you'd cum so prettily just from bumping her budded nipple against your clit,

"Mika? You there - ?" you're clicking your tongue and yawning, startling her from the lust filled stupor she was lost in and she can't help but giggle when there's an audible squelch from between your legs when you move to grab your phone,

"Yeah - pizza, sounds really good," lips press to your sore shoulder and you hum, almost like a purr at the heat of her body shuffling over yours.