she had a habit of avoiding eye contact with you. almost as if she believed she was too unworthy to look down at her princess. deep down, even if you tried to lift her gaze, it would be of no use. other times, you noticed her gaze would burn directly at the back of your head, almost as if she were claiming your untouched neck every single time the maids tied your hair into a bun. other times, in the corner of your eyes, you could feel her eyes on you as you spoke with your father and mother at the dining table.

but then again, were you the only one imagining all of this? why did you care so much, after all? she was an assigned knight for you, someone who gave up their own life to protect yours. it was their job to watch, protect, guard, and be near you. nothing more than that, you reminded yourself.

but what were you supposed to do when you stared out the window, watching the blizzard take the garden by storm and she was all you had? all your flowers were covered with white dust, disguising them into hills of snow. you still remembered the warmth of the summer sun, burning your arms as mikasa held an parasole over you, protecting you from the sun to the best of her abilities. while all you did was plant flower after flower, organizing a garden that wasn’t even yours but your mother’s. your first interaction with mikasa had been in that garden, slowly disappearing along with the snow.

“mikasa,” you whispered, knowing she would be able to hear from across your room. resting your hands on your forearms, you called out once again, “do you like the snow? or do you prefer summer?”

she was a woman of few words. if the question was not responded with a quick yes or no, mikasa would not answer it, most likely. it would either end with a hum or a shrug. at times it was infuriating, other times it hurt. especially when she would be seen with other staff from your court, talking without boundaries but still remaining a stoic expression.

while you heard her silver suit move with each footstep she took, you couldn’t help but to hope she would continue a conversation for the first time since she was positioned as your knight.

“snow, i would say, your grace.” with her awaiting response, you saw the branches on the naked trees shiver with anticipation, as well. you had never really noticed that she had a collected and assertive voice, in the faintest way possible.

“it is beautiful,” you sighed, dropping your hands to your sides for a split second before moving to the back of your dark dress, trying your hardest not to struggle in front of mikasa.

you almost had the back lace when two rough hands came to stop you, placing your arms to your sides while gripping your wrists in a gentle manner. it felt like a surrendered moment, where two unexpected hands came to capture your own, steading and pushing them downward while they continued to unloosen your dress in a delicate and experienced manner.

her hands were rougher than expected but you could feel a story behind every miniscule scar from her palms. she was, after all, a trained guard. someone coming in second to the strongest soldier in your kingdom.

once the dress was untied, your head turned to the right before whispering, “mikasa, why do you hate me?”

“i do not, your grace,” her fingertips danced around your shoulders, tracing the marks the dress had left on you all the way back to the clasp of your necklace. and once the dancing fingertips didn’t satisfy you, you continued to pull down the dress from your sides, feeling the cold air hit the rest of your arms, back, and chest.

“yes, you do,” your breath hitches in the middle of your throat as her fingers move slower and skillfully, applying the smallest bit of pressure under your skin for warmth.

“i can’t hate you, your grace,” mikasa continues to have a nonchalant tone, contrasting her confusing actions. but at that point, you didn’t care what was the reasoning behind her lingering touches and undressing, you just kept wanting more and more and more –

“i think i would prefer having you show hatred than nothing at all,” there’s a pause from you and her fingertips before continuing, “you’re the only person who looks at me with genuine eyes. you care for my well-being and that’s only because it’s your job. isn’t it sad?”

in a swift motion the uncomfortably large dress falls to the floor. your skin was exposed to someone that wasn’t your chambermaids and nothing was being processed, not until the moonlight directly fell on your skin, accentuating every crevice of your body.

“your grace, you probably need sleep.” if it hadn’t been for the snap of realization that the person behind you was nothing but a follower and servant of your father, you would’ve maintained your position and melted into her arms. but you couldn’t.

“fuck sleep,” you were facing her for the first time in what felt ages, noticing the beautiful scar on her right cheek. how could you ever be upset with her? “i don’t need sleep.”

“please, rest will do you well. please, lay miss,” mikasa continued to insist, moving you towards the bed. you hadn’t realized that her grip had moved from the forgotten dress to your forearm, slightly tightening as you continued to defy her.

“lay, you say?” your breathing becomes irregular as you take a step closer to her, feeling the once respected distance begin to close, as your reach closer to her. “lay with me then, mikasa.”

her eyes grow wide, almost comically, and it makes the corner of your lips twitch upward. she frowns immediately, trying her best to decipher what that could possibly mean. “pardon, your grace?”

if she was merely a soldier trained to follow orders and protect her with your life, then for the first time in your life you were going to take advantage of that, “i order you to lay with me or i will not lay at all.”

once you grounded your feet and made it obvious you were not moving until she did, mikasa sighed. she had realized she was dealing with a spoiled princess after all. “miss, i can’t be in your bed. i am not clean enough, i probably carry —”

the space had gone from limited to none at all, between the two of you. you had to stretch yourself to the best of your abilities and tip toe in order to reach her lips. your lips connected with her’s within a second and fell from them in another. it was a sweet and innocent kiss that was offered in contradiction to her statement.

“the only thing you’re allowed to carry is your princess. now, take me to bed.” deep down there were no regrets. even if mikasa didn’t receive the same care or the same cleanliness, you could care less. she a strong and dutiful women, someone you admired and trusted beyond words.

therefore, with that, you raised your arms and awaited for her strong grip to capture your body, once and for all.

“i can’t touch the princess without the prince’s consent, unless it is a life or death situation,” she looked up and down at your half naked body, “especially in undergarments, your grace.”

“to hell with my prince. you are my knight. my dame.” nobody was yours but her. mikasa was yours and she had been chosen for you.

she picks you up with a single arm, tightly wrapped around your waist. you couldn’t help but to notice how easy it had been for her to pick you up. you had heard rumors that everyone from the ackerman family could pick up a horse on a hand each. maybe rumors were true, they were the strongest soldiers after all. the thought of her being so strong made the warmth forming at the tips of your ears to your cheeks.

mikasa delicately placed you on the edge of the bed, sliding down on her knees while she moved both her hands to the back of your corset. eye contact was kept, realizing her gray eyes were nothing but globes of sorrow, glinting under the moonlit room. despite the amount of pain her eyes reflected, you couldn’t help but to notice that her hostile act was suddenly dropped and she was looking at you with nothing but familiarity.

after your corset falls onto her hands, she slips it off to the floor, moving to work on your bloomers, to your white thigh high tights. mikasa’s gaze fell to your naked legs, raising one by your ankle. using her other hand to trace the beauty marks that decorated your soft and plump skin. when her sword, attached at her hip, came between your skin and her traces, she quickly unclipped it from her waist and tossed it to the floor, allowing a loud clatter to fill up your room.

she lifts one knee, placing the sole of your foot on it. allowing her to come into better contact with your shins; that’s when it started. she placed a small kiss on your ankle, up to your shins, and went around to kiss your calf. her hands had warmed up, noticing that her fingertips no longer sent goosebumps down your back because of how cold they were but rather because they felt too good.

“your prince won’t be the first person to see these parts of you,” she whispered as she reached your knees.

“never wanted him to be the first,” never wanted him at all, you added in your head. you were growing annoyed that she kept referring him to yours, when you never claimed him. you didn’t need a prince, after all.

“good, your grace,” she moves her hand to your thighs and before you could melt under her praise, she grips them tightly and brings you closer to the edge of your own bed. your knees are now so close to her face and you want to whimper at the position but you simply can’t when your head grows foggy in thought.

it was a distraction, the way she kissed your knees this time and fooled you into thinking that she was merely caressing your thighs, when she was certainly aiming for more. so there she was, raising her hands all the way to her hips. and from that point, you realized just the unholy things she was going to do to you and you couldn't help but to melt directly into her hands as she raised your hips in order to pull down the only article of clothing that even your chambermaids rarely placed or took off.

it was hypnotizing, the way her movements were so fast and experienced even. but you didn’t want to picture mikasa being this intimate with anyone else.

“are you okay with this, princess?” she rolls the lace piece of cloth down to your ankles before roughly getting rid of it as if it were a disturbance in process, which it ultimately was. you nodded, gulping down the last bit of sanity you had left before she slowly split your legs open, motioning herself closer and closer to the desired area.

she was going to take care of you. she was going to look after you. she was your protector, after all. she had given up so much just for you safety, but also for this moment to be nose deep inside your warm and wet cave; licking and nibbling at a exceptionally fast enough, not allowing you to prepare for the explosive pleasure to pool down at the bottom of your belly and feel it slowly spread to the tip of your toes.

“please,” you breathed out before crossing your legs around her neck, allowing her to pull you closer and slip her tongue into you with no hesitation. but as she continues to flick her tongue in and out of your slick, your pleas become more erratic. a shaking hand reaches the back of her head, motivating her to keep going and never stopping.

the pleading drove mikasa insane. it wasn’t just the small whimpers you made, the twitching your arms made against the back of her head, nor was it the shaking of your legs – it was the pleading and begging and the whining. to have the princess melting under her touch, it drove her completely and utterly insane. it was the willpower she needed to continue her sloppy eating, allowing you to feel for the very first time just how a woman should be treated.

“oh, ‘kasa,” you moaned with your eyes shut, grinding your hips against her mouth and nose, “you’re so good to me.”

and she was. she was so good; especially, when she slowly pulled her hand from your hip, detaching it in order to focus on your clit. but she teased, she sucked on your clit softly, while rubbing her thick thumb directly over your leaky hole. at that moment, you knew you wanted her inside of you. whether it was her tongue or her thick fingers, you wanted something inside your dripping pussy. embarrassingly enough, you felt your own wetness spread to your inner thighs.

“more?” she hummed against your pussy, making you whine louder as the vibrations added on to her sucking.

you held onto her hair in approval before she completely detached herself from your holy area.

“what’s wrong?” you couldn’t help but to ask, disoriented from the loss of touch.

“i’ve been so rude, haven’t i?” she motioned her left hand onto your chest, slowly moving it downward to your breast. “i haven’t fully appreciated my princess.”

mikasa’s mouth imitated yours, forming a perfect circle with your lips as she finally slipped a finger inside you. your legs couldn’t help but to squeeze shut as the intrusion happened.

“bad girl,” she whispered, “princesses should have their legs open.”

and with an unusual warmth covering your cheeks and neck, your legs flew open once again as she moved her finger inside of you. once you got the hang of her thrusting, she reached over to cover your nipple with her mouth.

her armored suit rubbed against your body, not caring that it was uncomfortable. it served as a constant reminder of her position and for some reason, that itself made your cave drip even more.

as she moved from breast to breast, nibbling and biting down on them, the number of fingers increased. she slipped a second one when the first one slid out too easily. the second caused you to move upward against the bed, holding her closer against you, and moan directly into her ear.

“please, ‘kasa,” tears seemed to gather under your long lashes, wet your lower ones as you shut them tightly when her fingers brushed the sweet and sponge part. “faster, please.”

detaching herself from your chest, she looked at the pretty tears accumulated on your lashes. “is my princess crying?”

and more begs dripped out of your tongue, moving against her thrusts.

“look at you,” she placed her empty hand on your cheek. “so pretty, so defiled.”

mikasa loved it. seeing you crying because of how much you wanted her. an uptight and glorified princess was crying because of her fingers, because of her touch. her princess was begging her for more. such a pretty and pure princess looked so ruined, all because of her.

“ruin me, mikasa.” and with that mikasa shedded her suit. such a heavy and rough suit looked like a thin piece of cloth, by the way she yanked it off with such ease.

once she was bare, she climbed on the bed with you, kissing you and making sure you were still able to taste your sweet self while her hand found its way back to your pussy. working at a faster pace than before, not caring that your moans couldn’t be contained with her kisses.

you could feel her own slick against you as she placed herself over you. noticing that her skin was tougher than yours and her muscles were extremely defined. her biceps flexed every single time she fingered you. in a moment of weakness, she bit your shoulder.

“mine,” she muttered.

“yours, only yours.” and in another moment of weakness, with a last swirl of her thumb over your clit, the upcoming warmth that piled on at the bottom of your stomach suddenly dropped in between your thighs.

you grinder against her hand, chasing the orgasm until overstimulation. moaning her name over and over again, until you felt yourself drip down to her wrist.

“such a dirty little princess,” mikasa said as she trailed her soaked hand upward. dizzy from the pleasure, you hadn’t noticed that mikasa was bringing her hand to your mouth. “now open wide.”

excitedly, you obliged. wrapping your tongue around her three fingers. tasting yourself once again, sucking and sucking them clean. you watched as she watched you with dark and heavy eyes, batting your lashes at her as her fingers began to be pushed deeper into your mouth.

your pretty doe eyes captivated her. the innocence your eyes still held after all the curses and begging you had done a few minutes ago, melted her. she fell in love with the way you took in her fingers, elegantly and prettily. not caring that you were ruined, not caring that you were being dirty. she loved all of it.

once she took her fingers out of your mouth with a lewd pop, you offered a lazy smile. moving your weak hands to touch her waist, her chest, her thighs, and her beautiful face. now it was time you returned the favor. therefore, you pushed her to lay next to you and you climbed over her.

grabbing her calf, you crossed a leg over her. watching her eyes glow with excitement. hair disheveled and spread over your satin pillows.

oh, she looked beautiful.

“cum with me,” you ordered this time as you positioned your pussy over hers. in an instant, she grabbed your hips and squished your plump skin. motioning for your to move against her in a slow and torturing pace. her face scrunched up for a bit before a hand flew to neck and tightened around it.

“i’ll cum with my pretty princess when i want to,” she groaned after you brushed harder against her clit, spreading the remaining juices from your pussy onto hers. “now be a good girl, ride me.”

and surely you did. you grinded against her pussy, slathering all your previous juices over her, making it easier to slide against her. but the feeling of both of your pussy lips coming to contact with each other, made her whimper under your, almost to the point she began to lose her composure.

“i wanna be your good girl,” you exhaled, watching as she began to uncontrollably grip your hips for her life, making sure the grinding did not stop and the friction was as hard as possible. “i wanna be yours, mikasa. yours and only yours.”

those honey-dripped words managed to make the lower part of her swell in excitement, noticing that every time you moaned her name out and marked yourself as hers she pussy and heart twitched. nothing but a moving sight really, to watch a stoic and composed knight to have you under her fingertips, to have you under such a strong spell and make you melt under her touch.

“you’re mine. my naughty but pretty princess – fuck,” she cursed, watching your hands position on her abs, allowing you to feel more of her but also press up your pretty tits against each other and jiggle at every roll of your hips.

she did not want to admit it, but she had tears trying so hard to stream out of her face. the pleasure was too much for her and at times like this, all she could think of was ruining and punishing you for making her look like a vulnerable fool.

“cum, ‘kasa,” your hands trickled all the way to her breasts, managing to move under her grip on your hips and on your throat. tightening every single time you groaned against her pussy.

“not until you make me feel good,” and you were. but mikasa knew that it would be a much more enjoyable sight if she watched you frantically roll your hips against hers, to the point you were sobbing and whining for her to just cum.

your eyes widened, almost hurtfully. all you wanted was for mikasa to feel as good as her fingers and tongues felt against your core, making sure you shook and trembled under her.

she removed her death grip from your throat and hip, allowing you to hold onto her thigh this time and move at an even faster rate. and just like mikasa predicted, your lips knew nothing but her name, sweat running down your neck, onto the swells of your chest, to your belly. it was an orgasmic sight itself, losing count of how many tears and beads of sweat decorated your scrunched up face. and with a few more begs, she can’t help but to lose herself and the last drop of her sanity before she cums against you, grabbing your cheeks with both her rough hands and kisses you through her moans. not allowing you to hear her whines clearly enough, as she dominates your mouth savagely.

“you’re so fucking good,” she grits through her teeth as she makes out with you, a lot more rougher than previously. “you are mine now, princess.”

you break away from the kiss, admiring her underneath you, moving yourself to lay next to her. she notices that the beads of sweat still decorate your neck, so she moves her head to the side, making sure your neck is fully exposed to her. in a swift motion, she licks a stripe where the bead was dripping. then she moves to your jawline, kissing another bead there. but then, mikasa moves back down to your chest, biting down on the swells of your breast.

you embraced the tad bit of pain of her sucking and biting, feeling the bruise begin to show right where your heart belonged. and after a while of sukcing, mikasa looked down at her masterpiece, sighing in relief when she realized the mark had stained your sweaty skin. she had claimed you.

“you’re the only person who could ever claim me, defile me, ruin me, and i would go on my knees and thank you for it,” you whispered as you brushed her messy hair from her face, tracing the beautiful scar.

“because in one way or another, i’m everything you got, i am everything you need.” even if it depressed you hearing it aloud, it comforted you at the same time. she was everything you had. she was everything your father had offered you. but at least, she was yours.

you were her princess, but in bed, you were nothing but her whore. her adored and pretty toy. but you weren’t complaining – not at all. you were so grateful.

for she had recognized your beauty apart from your title. for she had satisfied you in every way possible. for she had sacrificed her life for you. for she had committed sin, treachery even, for you. all told, she had opened up an appetite inside you that only she could satisfy. and even in the most sinful way possible, she had made you feel beautiful and wanted.

for her, you would keep your legs apart for all eternity. just to have her devour you, over and over again to make you feel alive. for her, you would give up all vulnerability. and even if that was a mere hour, you wouldn’t call it love.

but when you felt the side of you turn cold the next morning, and your heart raced yearningly, you would call it nothing but love.