What’s Done In The Dark

“You know how hard I worked to get here, Mikasa.”

“I do.”

“You know how many are just waiting and wishing for me to fail.”

“You won’t fail! This is not a failure! You’re on a team, Eren. You’re not the only player out there.”

“They don’t give a shit about that! A failed play is me. The opposing team scores, it’s me! You know that!”

“I know you and what you’re capable. I know that everything that goes wrong out there is not your fault, but you’re too upset by this loss to see that. This will pass, Eren. You’re just upset. Once this passes, you’ll see that this is not as big as you’re thinking. Trust me. I’ve never lied to you.”

“You expect me to not be upset after a loss like that? When I still have to go out and do this fucking press conference where every sports outlet will be there to scrutinize I how I screwed this up?”

“No, I’m not saying that! You have every right to be concerned about that, but I – I hate seeing you like this, and I know how great you are, and I wish that you weren’t so hard on yourself.” Mikasa couldn’t hold his gaze at the complimentary words. It was embarrassingly obvious the crush she had on him. Everyone knew, she was sure he did too with his flirtatiousness. How could she not be when he demanded that he be her only client and that he’d never let her down. All she would need was him is what he’d told her and Mikasa couldn’t help but believe him.

“With so much pressure…I sometimes forget myself. Losing like this…it makes me start to doubt myself.” Her head shot up.

“No! Don’t doubt yourself, Eren! If you ever do, just come to me. Trust in me, please”

“And how would you remind me?” Suddenly there was no space in between. The abrupt switch caught Mikasa off guard.

“How would I remind you?”

“Of how great I am? How would you comfort me when I’m too upset to remember myself?”

“I – um – I could hug you?” 

“Hug me? But you haven’t. Not once since coming in here.” Mikasa didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around Eren, his body so big that she was swallowed by him rather than the other way around. It didn’t stop her from pouring herself into it, hoping it would help. “It’s not enough.”

“What?” She pulled back enough to see his face. Again, it had flipped. She had never seen him like this.

“I need more, Mikasa. I try to get that more from the girls I keep around, but I know they don’t really believe in me. Not like you say you do. I know they’re only around for the money and status. They don’t even try to comfort me.”

“Of course, they dont! I’m here. Count on me!” They only wanted one thing for him. She would be there in every up and down just like now.

“For everything?”

“Every need you have, Eren. I’m here.”

“Then, I need more, Mikasa. More comfort than a hug can give.”

“Okay. Okay. What can I do? I’m not sure how to give you more comfort, but I’ll find whatever you need.”

“You. I just need you.”

“Me?” Confusion warped her mind as she wondered what he could possibly mean. She was right there just as she’s always been. It became clear under his pointed stare, under his large hands finding her back, making her jump as one slid down over her ass. For a quick second, she glanced over her shoulder, the next back at him, and he was so close that her eyes crossed.

“You, Mikasa.” Her heart thundered in her chest. He had to hear it as his warm breath heated her clammy skin, told her how dry her mouth had gotten in her convincement efforts.

“W-wait!” It was all that needed to be said for Eren to leave her cold, putting a gaping distance between them, turning his back towards. It broke Mikasa’s heart to see the slump in his shoulders, but she was his agent. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t -

“Of course. I shouldn’t expect comfort from you. I should just man up and -

“Eren no, of course you can. It’s just - 

“Just what?! I’m a man, not a boy. Hugs work on boys but men…they need more than that. I need more that. If I can’t count on you then I’ll just -

“Count on me!” Her lids pressed tightly together as she hugged him from behind this time. Breath was hard to get out feeling the hard planes of his abdomen atop his jersey.

“Mikasa, I said h-

“I know! I know what you said but I – I meant what I said too, so – so…” She hated seeing him like this, so down on himself, her bright Eren always ready for what was next. “Count on me for anything you need. Just t-tell me what I can do.” Her fingers shook as they slid lower past his waist, to where his bottoms sat. Bringing her hands any father down was an option, but he quickly picked up what she meant and waste no time.

Mikasa was already out of breath the moment Eren’s lips smashed against her, brow wincing as their teeth nashed together in his hurry. She couldn’t say that she’d never imagined this seeing the girls hang of his arms who were only around in hopes of marrying a bag for life, but her wildest dreams couldn’t imagine the fervor at which his lips moved, the heat of his tongue giving no warning as it forced its way into her pliant mouth. There was no keeping up.

She may have wondered what it was like to have Eren’s attention like this every time she knew he was going back to fuck some girl in his hotel room, but who knew he would devour her like this.

Awareness of nothing but how her chest burned left her. Her feet dragged as he moved them to nearest bench, but he wasn’t deterred, easily carrying her to where he wanted her. Where he thought he wanted her.

Mikasa was completely dazed and confused as he broke away from her, eyes scanning with an alertness she didn’t have. How did she get to be sitting down? How did he get her legs open to get between.

“You’re so pretty like this, Mika.” He thought she was pretty? Seriously? “That’s why I need you in front of my numbers.” What? He scooped her and she could only go along with it, holding on to his flexing biceps as he moved her to another bench across the room, have no attention for anything besides his pretty face. She had thought he was too pretty from the moment she first laid eyes on him.

Now he was too pretty up close and personal and tugging his jersey overhead to reveal the expanse of tanned muscle she always made sure to never stare… if she could help it. 

“Like what you see?” His cocky smirk was back right where it should but this time, she found she couldn’t look at it. “Look at me, Mikasa.” Until he told her to. He was too handsome dropping to his knees so they were eye level, making her hands clench the bench tightly as he easily slipped off her shoes while his eyes pinned her to the cold metal behind her.

She was completely useless as he got in her face again, licking at her lips as his hands electrified her legs, feeling as they made their way up in the same fashion hers had made their way down on him just minutes prior.

“What do you need to do that for?” How she had the wherewithal to ask why he was roughly tugging her bottoms off, Mikasa’s didn’t know, but her waistbands were stretched taught under his thick fingers.

“Going back on your word again?” The foreboding in his voice was a dousing bucket of ice water that had her head shaking sharply. They were here, he had been back if only for a minute. She wanted to do this for him, help him feel better, but -

“I just don’t – I thought you needed me to -” her face ran hotter as she glanced down.

“Needed you to what?” He was teasing her, she could tell with the way his eyes danced. That was good. It was working. It was helping. It didn’t make her feel any less embarrassed.

“I didn’t think you’d need…all…of me.”

“I won’t have anything less.” Eren didn’t wait for answer, yanking her jeans and panties down to her ankles before giving them to the floor. Mikasa’s face bloomed at suddenly being exposed in this way to to him, in this place with all his teammates right outside the door. 

Bum hanging off the bench, she gripped her shirt hard to keep from shielding her exposed pussy from his open gaze, to keep her legs from resisting the hands that pushed her knees further apart. Her bottom lip worried in between her teeth, keeping in a shaking breath as he touched her, his long index finger tickling the soft flesh of her labia. “Just as pretty as I thought it would be.”

He had thought about her…her before? His admiration continued as he parted her lips with his thimb and forefinger. “Soft and pretty and pink.” Mikasa couldn’t help the stir of her hips, in her gut as he squeezed the flesh together around clit. She was sweating when he made contact with the burning pink skin in her slit. This was just too strange, too sudden, too unbelievable, too -

“Mgh!” With no preamble, he was making her abdomen crease, a long, agile finger digging inside her. In the next breath, he was retracting it, the next pushing back in. Her lids pressed tightly together at the action. The little whimper that fell out was one she couldn’t help as he gripped her thigh fiercely, his single finger making a smooth back and forth through her cunt. Mikasa couldn’t believe this was happening. “E-Eren…”

“Fuck, look at how wet you’re getting with one finger.” Was it possible for her face to get any hotter.

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t say what? That you’re a sloppy fucking mess already, and I’ve only got one finger is the tight little cunt of yours.” Her lips purse and he laughed, clearly amused by the embarrassment that continued to multiply. A second finger looking for entry had her trying to shift, to prepare for more but Eren held her steady, fingers circle, wiggling, teasing to get inside, getting coated with the mess of arousal dripping from her pussy.

“Ereeeeen,” Mikasa whined when he plunged inside, his digits long and thick as needed for a player in his position. She was panting in no time, starting to sweat more and barely keeping her eyes open at the friction he was creating. Obviously, he knew what he was doing twisting his wrists, scissoring his finger. She was undone by the third, stretched so much that Mikasa had to beg him for a minute or a moment.

“How are you going to make it on my cock, if my fingers are too much for you.

“Mi- 

Another sound wrought from her lips as Eren leaned over her, his fingers digging in the wet heat of her cunt.

“Ka -

Tears formed in her eyes as his wrist twisted, hand flicking her tights walls. The grip she had on the bench was all the grounded her as waves built at core.

“Sa?”

Eren devoured her mouth, drinking in her spit, sucking in her tongue, swallowing the pitiful wail that erupted when the blunt tips of his finger curled up pressing hard, intentionally into the soft, spongy ridge that had her shaking, tensing, creaming.

His only mercy was covering up her whines so his teammates wouldn’t hear from the other side of the door, but his thick fingers kept curling and uncurling. They twisted in her contracting walls, pulling in and out if her slick covered tunnel, forceful with each push, quick with every pull.

Water blurred Mikasa’s vision as she struggled to tame her breath, calm her body, but they were the only indicators to Eren that deemed her sensitive enough, his fingers left her fraughtfully empty.

It was much more amazing than any orgasm she’d given herself to the thought of him. Unlike those times, she couldn’t relax into her easy muscles as she came down and drift off to sleep. Not this time and not here. She was a shaking mess as he was bent over, dropping his shorts down to his ankles, revealing the cock between his muscled thighs.

The deep V that tapered down with a fine smattering of pubic hairs was cut from the finest of marble. Nothing could have prepared her. Not his flirting or her imagination or the bragging of the other women he took to bed. His cock was just as pretty as he was, a stalk, thick and veiny, head red and engorged, openly leaking precum.

It was so shameful that despite her state, when he brought her hand up to his proudly jutting cock, Mikasa’s fingers closed around him immediately, his hand barely moving before hers was sliding up and down his girth. The skin was so hot but also soft, the weight of him was so solid and heavy in her hand.

His soft groan made her shudder. She was making him feel good. She was making him feel better, but his words not minutes before whispered in her mind. How was she going to handle him, how was she going to take a cock this big?

“Shit, look at what you’ve done to me, Mikasa.” She was seeing it. He was so beautiful, but her doing this to him? Causing his cock to grow full blood, his balls to hang heavy with semen? Mikasa couldn’t believe any of this was happening at all let alone her being the reason for it, but here she sat, barren on a locker room bench her thighs and ass wet with cum while Eren gripped her hand securely, guiding it it up and down the impressive length of his cock.

Water spilt from her eyes as his opened. Arousal rushed through, her core sparking again, heat simmering with the smolder of his lidded eyes.

“I need you, Mikasa. I need all of you.”

“I’m here, r-right here for whatever you n-need of me.” She wanted him to feel better, of course she did. Mikasa adored him at his best and worst though his best was preferred. How awful that he was being so truthful about what he needed from her to be his best and she could only see his angry cock looming over her, wanting it inside of her.

Her expectations were all over the place as her top was peeled off. Would he take her right here on the bench or would he prefer to put her ass in the air fuck her from behind where he could see his numbers like was mentioned.

She wondered what to make of things when her breast spilled from her bra, his hungry stare making her feel a burst of wetness in her cunt. Did he want her kneeling or standing? Perhaps he wanted her to suck him off first? The fit would be almost as snug as in her lips below for sure.

Standing. He wanted her standing. Well not her but him.

Eren hands once again reminded her of her large they were, how strong they were as they dipped into her flesh wherever they could reach. When he scooped her this time, Mikasa legs snapped to his waist like magnets, arms locking around his shoulders, the tease of his cock pressed between them, so close to where she wanted forcing a hearty exhale from her lungs.

“Eager for me, Mika?” She couldn’t even stop her hips from wiggling, trying to get some relief. It was too embarrassing to answer but he wouldn’t let her keep silent. Her lips trembled with breath as Eren readjusted his grip on her to so one hand could slip his head between her dripping lips. “Tell me you want it, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Eren…” The flush over her body deepened, she couldn’t say that but…his skin was so hot against hers, and his cock nudged at her hole, teasing its entry, making her whimper at the brief stimulation.

“C’mon, Mikasa.” Fresh tears crowded in her lids as he stared and she struggled to breathe.

“I – I – If its w-what you want, then I w-want it to.” There. She’d said it. Eren didn’t have a response, however, forcing her to make the eye contact she’d been avoiding, and he was frowning? Annoyed, again? Why? What had she done wrong?

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want this.” The sharpness surprised her.

“I – I – uhm –

“Oh, come on, Mikasa,” he whispered. “You think I don’t notice the longing stares and wistful sighs, the looks of, dare I say, jealousy whenever I’ve got some bitch on my arm? You think I don’t know about your little crush?”

The color in her face impossibly deepened, mortification making her blood rush.

“You’re so modest on the outside, but it’s obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes what’s going on inside that beautiful fucking head of yours. Why else would you be so eager to help that you’d willingly hop on my dick if I begged you enough.”

He knew. Of course, he knew. She’d had a feeling hut for it to be said like this… Her tears had new meaning as she stared at his clever expression, her mouth hung open, not even able to flop around as she struggled for something to say. Eren didn’t let her have the option anyway.

“Aww don’t cry, sweetheart. No need to be embarrassed. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to think anymore, just do as I tell you. Can you do that for me?”

Could she do that?

“It would please me, a lot. You want that, don’t you Mika? You want to please me, right?” She wanted to be concerned with the way her head was automatically nodding at those words, the need to please him defying all reason, making her press impossibly closer, making her mouth to fall open in surrender as his tongue plundered all that lay behind her lips. He was so hot, the kiss wet and fiery and –

“Tell me you want my cock.” She blinked, dazed, inhibitions jumping to push forward rational thought. Eren could tell the struggle going on, however slight. “No, no. What did I say? Don’t think, do as I say.” Right. Please him.

“I want it.” His smile was back.

“Want what, baby?” Her heart was playing at being a humming bird again.

“Your cock. I want your cock inside me.”

“Good girl.” The purred words caused a shiver to visibly shake her spine. Her ass clenched as he began pushing in, girthy dick forcing her lips apart. “You’re making it so easy for me.” No doubt, if they could see the connection forming between them, slick would be sliding over his guiding fingers, running from tip to base, dripping down to the floor after coating his heavy sack. As soon as it was in enough to grab her ass again, Eren had her whining.

“Fuck, baby. This pretty girl cunt of yours is so tight,” he gritted between clenched teeth, the force of his hands and gravity inching her body down his cock. Mikasa wanted squirm, something, anything at the burning sensation of her pussy being stretched out, forced open, his size even more than she imagined it would be, but all she could was cling to him tightly, hold on as he impaled her, desperately trying to keep any noise within her chest, so his teammates and coaches waiting outside wouldn’t know exactly what they were doing.

Their breaths were equally labored once Eren bottomed out, Mikasa at the fullness of her him inside her, him at the tight, wet heat scorching his dick. Barely giving her time to adjust, his fingers were gripping her flesh tighter, arms flexing to pull her back up his cock, listening to the squelch, her keening whimper as he dropped her back down.

The friction, the drag off his veins sliding against her walls, making her cling to him tighter, pressing her bare chest to his. He was so hot, so big, so strong and capable as he began to work up a pace all on his own, picking her, bouncing her like she was nothing on his dick. The wide stance he took made it easier for him to thrust his pelvis forward as he slammed her ass back into him, the spearing through her cunt making Mikasa’s head fall back, mouth coming open in wordlessness as pleasure assaulted her.

Was it possible for her legs to get any tighter, his waist wearing them like the most exotic belt. She could feel his ass clenching and releasing under her calves, the heaving of his lungs as her tits jiggled with the movements, the rubbing of her hardened nipples on his chest, tickled by the fine smattering of hairs had her back arching, smushing her ample breast, seeking for more.

She didn’t mean to grab his hair let alone so tightly, but the groan that sounded in her ears, that reverberated all the way down to her pussy made the grip on his nape constrict. The action brought a moan curse into the skin of her shoulder, and it was even better to Mikasa, the noise deep and almost helpless.

“Fuck Mikasa.” The sounds of them fucking were hypnotic. She lost herself, thighs tensing and releasing trying to fuck him back. He was so good at multitasking, of course he was, tossing her around such a fat dick, tongue licking at her skin, teeth making her cry out as they sank into her neck.

“Eren!” Her voice shook with each thrust, whimpers at the sensory overload as his spit cooled on her.

“How’s that feel, baby? Like my dick digging through every inch of this sweet cunt of yours?” Not having the wherewithal to think with the bodies gyrating, dick giving everything she knew it could, Mikasa continued giving herself over to how amazing her body felt being used in such a way. How Eren had the ability to make coherent thought, to find a split second for his large palm to crack at her ass as he bottomed out was a mystery. With how loud she cried, it likely was no longer a mystery to all those outside the door that she was in the locker room, letting her client ream her cunt as hard and fast as he pleased.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.” His tongue licked stripes up and down her collarbone, tasting the dewey sheen of sweat. It was a struggle to remember what he’d asked, brain just as under water as her cunt.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” She could barely remember past the need to keep her hips wiggling, to keep her pussy clench tightly to get as much friction and abuse as possible.

“F - Feels gooood – haa.”

“What – shit ­– What feels good, Mika?” Her lips pressed together on their own, seeking to keep her no longer existing modesty on their own, but Eren wouldn’t have it, his powerful movements halting, his ragged breathing washing over her in the most erotic way. She waited, not opening her eyes to look at him, hoping that he would get back to way he was melting her around him but, after too long for her liking she was forced to act.

“Erenn.” It was so shamelessly whiny, needy. His smirk through cracked eyes, was wide and confident and just how she like to see and –

“What Mika. Tell me what.” Her muscles tightened around him, the slight contort to his features let her know that he felt her want. “Ngh – tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I – I – fuck me.” The timid omission had him moving again slowly, oh so slowly, the sound of their combined arousal made so much lewder.

“Fuck you, baby?” She could feel him grunting the words through their pressed together chests. Her pussy sighed with her in relief, pleasure returning to both stoke the flames of arousal and quench them.

“Fuck me, please.”

“You want this dick, don’t you?”

“Want it so badly.” 

“This badly?” His pace picked up harsh huffs making her feel his abdomen release and contract.

“Need more.” It wasn’t enough.

“Ohhh, so it’s a need now? Need my dick all up in this pussy?”

“Yes, yes, need it, please. Need your dick fucking my pussy! Please, give it to me, Eren.” Mikasa was gone, high off lust and longing and the building euphoria she would die of if she didn’t get. Apparently, the magic words fell from her lips bidden by the need of and for Eren.

Tears streamed from her eyes as freely as the moaning keens and whimpers, when her back was roughly pressed up against a hard cold surface and Eren destroyed her cunt with his harsh, rhythmic thrusts, cock pumping in and out of her cunt repeatedly, fucking with a recklessness that was all him.

“You l-love my fuck-ing – mgh – cock, don’t you Mika?”

“Yeessss.” She couldn’t think, not of the pain on the skin of her back as she skidded up and down the surface behind, couldn’t realize it was the door that had so many people on the other side, waiting, listening to him pound her cunt, the door rocking in its frame.

“Say it!”

“Ha – haa – I-I love y-your cock!”

“Yeah, you do.”

When Mikasa came all over his dick, there was no secrets to be hand. When she cried it was too much, he sucked even harder on the tit he’d latched onto, hips still going as his tongue swirled and teeth nipped. Eren didn’t pull out when he came either, his cum so hot and copious spilling into her beaten open and waiting cervix. She could only arch against him, crushing his face into her bosom with each deep curse that punctuated every spurt of cream that hit her inner walls.

The approaching of reality was meteor sized when he finally let her down and she could barely stand, when he held her up, their naked bodies slick with sweat, his tongue still finding its way into her mouth between telling her how much better he felt, how she had taken him so perfectly, how her pussy had been so good to him.

It was hard to find her mind at the attention, at all the words of praise from him, but it became clear as he retrieved their clothes, as she leaned against the wall with cum running down her legs, as she watched him smirk at her while pocketing her panties before helping her dress.

Mikasa had no idea what she looked like when Eren dragged her out of the locker to reassure his team that all was well, all that had just taken place leaving her in a state of disbelief. She couldn’t look up for more than a second, the single eye contact she made with a coach telling her all she needed to know. It was a humiliation she couldn’t escape as Eren dragged with him, the arm over her shoulder used to keep her tucked to his side as his words of ‘Mikasa got fixed right up’ made the cum soaking into her jeans that much more undeniable and pronounced.

She could feel their stares and couldn’t bare to meet them knowing they knew, knowing that they’d heard her moaning like whore for Eren, saying the lewdest things, being desperate for his cock. None of them would ever look at her the same. She would now be the agent that not only fucked her clients but did so wantonly in listening range of others. If this got to her agency, Mikasa would be through. Finished.