Attack on Titan Fanfiction – A Decade in the Making: Chapter 7

[Warning: NSFW]

Too Precious

He was kissing the flushed skin of her neck and throat. “Do what again?” he murmured.

“A while ago when you…rubbed your…your thing…against my…my place…” 

He could feel her blush even harder. She’s so adorable, he thought, laughing at her embarrassment. “Mikasa, they’re called cock and pussy, among other things.” He was happy to oblige, however, pulling up her skirts. 

Mikasa moaned at the delicious sensation of his huge, rock hard length gliding over her wet pussy lips. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she reveled in the feel of his warm hands kneading her ass cheeks. It felt good, so good when the head of his cock rubbed again and again over her engorged clitoris. She jerked each time, feeling pulses of pleasure, like small fireworks from within. 

Jean was panting, his brows knitted in concentration. She’s so fucking hot, so fucking wet. Make her cum, make her scream. Faster and faster he ground his turgid shaft between her slippery folds. Then he slowed down, making her whimper in protest. Soon he was grinding against her once more with an intense speed. Fast and slow, slow and fast.  

She couldn’t stop moaning, writhing against him as his large hands painfully gripped her bottom. Sparks of sensation were building up inside her, swirling, threatening to burst. “Jean! Aaaagh!” she pressed her mouth into his shoulder to muffle her own scream as she felt a hot burst of pleasure, the orgasm washing over her, making her whimper and tremble and buck against him. 

He jerked as he felt her hot pussy juices flowing, bathing his cock. Take her right here. Fuck her brains out. Fuck her until she can’t walk and you’ll have to carry her into the barracks. All he had to do was lunge at an angle and he’d be deep inside her. He was painfully hard and his libido demanded release. He was nearly blinded by need, but the rational part of him saw there were people passing by only a few yards away. They were in a dank alley and he was totaled. Far from the best timing to fuck the love of his life for the first time.   

His vision cleared when he felt her press sweet little kisses on his face while her long, warm fingers caressed the back of his neck. “Thank you, Jean,” she breathed, smiling shyly at him. He lowered her legs to the ground, the fabric of her skirts falling over her thighs, covering her up. She looked up at him with her jewel-like, violet eyes. “That felt so good. So good,” she told him, burying her blushing face into his chest. The simple, contented, innocent way she said it brought him back to his senses. 

You think that’s it, don’t you? You really have no idea, my sweet, beautiful Mikasa.   

He watched her face as she became aware again of his hardness poking at her and she fell back from him a little, staring at his engorged penis. The expression on her face was a mixture of shock and awe and fascination. Instinctively she reached out and gingerly held his cock in both her hands, murmuring softly, “Oh gods, it’s so big. How can anyone be this big?” 

“You’ll get used to it, angel,” he smirked, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, adding firmly, “You’ll learn to love it.”

Glancing at him with trepidation she started to go down on her knees in an attempt to give him head, but Jean stopped her. She seemed unsure of what to do and he didn’t want her gagging and choking on a dingy back street. “No, Mikasa, not here, not now. You’ll ruin your pretty dress,” he said, holding her up by the waist. The alley was damp with puddles of water, with litter here and there. Who knows what small creatures scurried about in the dark? 

Softly she stroked his swollen shaft with her hands, the pussy juices coating it serving as lubrication. Jean noted how her touch was too gentle and uncertain, as if she was afraid of hurting him. He saw her eyes searching his, asking him what she should do. “Make me cum with your hands,” he instructed, putting his own hands over hers and demonstrating the stroke and  speed and pressure he liked. “Yes, yes, just like that. Keep that up, Mikasa. Aaagh,” he groaned in pleasure. He could feel her hands gaining more confidence as her gaze flicked from his face to his pelvis. 

Mikasa rhythmically stroked Jean’s rock hard cock, marveling at the incredible size and shape and smell of it. In the back of her mind she wondered how anyone could take in such a huge thing, and the naughty thought made her wet pussy even wetter. She felt his lips brush hers and she opened her mouth for him. She moaned upon feeling his hands fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples. How it was even possible she couldn’t imagine, but the cock between her hands grew even thicker. 

“I’m almost there, Mikasa. Don’t stop,” he groaned, feeling his body tense from his knees to his shoulders. Her strokes were tender and firm and urgent all at the same time. Next time he’ll teach her how to vary the strokes and play with his balls and the head of his cock, but tonight just having Mikasa’s fingers around his shaft was magic enough. Her hands felt so warm and loving and she was looking up at him with those beautiful dark eyes. “Mikasa, Mikasa…I’m coming…Aaargh!” he groaned, his entire body shuddering. 

She watched in fascination as he spilled rope after rope of cum onto the ground. Not sure whether she should stop, she kept on stroking him, watching his face as he threw his head back and his eyeballs rolled back into his skull. He was panting, with a sated look on his face. She herself shuddered in elation upon learning of her ability to give him pleasure.    

When he opened his eyes he found her licking her fingers. She’d caught some of his cum in her hand and was tasting him. 

“You don’t have to, Mikasa,” he said.

“I want to,” she replied, smiling up at him, adding,”You taste like tears…silky tears.”

Soon they were kissing hungrily again, devouring each other with their mouths. She found that making him come aroused her and felt the pussy juices run down her thighs and now all she wanted to do was press herself against him and feel his hardness once more. Standing on tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion, her hips rocking on their own accord against his. 

With his hands firmly gripping her ass cheeks Jean speared his tongue into her mouth. He felt the movements of her hips, and knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It would be easy, so easy to just fuck her then and there. He was inflamed again, his cock hard again, and he knew that she would willingly open her thighs for him if he made the move. In his mind lust battled with reason as he kissed her. He leaned with his back against the wall, one leg bent so that the foot rested flat on the wall while the knee jutted at an angle. With a hand on the small of her back he raised her skirts and guided her so that her creamy thighs straddled his bent leg, her steamy labia mashing against his thigh.

“That’s it, grind yourself against me, make yourself cum on my leg,” he encouraged her. She was innocent yet hot and wanton at the same time, her body so responsive it amazed him; Jean was so turned on he struggled with his own desire to rut into her. 

Mikasa moaned, moving her hips back and forth against his leg, whimpering as her wet slit pressed hard into his thigh muscles. Her pussy lips were forced apart and small cries tore from her throat as the friction from the fabric between them rubbed against her engorged clitoris. She felt his hands grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them as he helped pace her gliding motions against his thigh. He was kissing and sucking on the delicate skin of her neck. Entwining her fingers into his hair she caressed his nape as she rocked her hips, seeking release.

“Jean, please, I need to…please…,” she was mindlessly babbling, grinding her dewy cunt lips hard against him. 

Jean made vibrating motions with his leg, groaning at the feel of her wet heat. He bent his head, capturing a breast with his mouth then sucking hard and biting on the nipple while pinching and pulling on the other one with his thumb and forefinger. Mikasa felt lightning strike from her breasts to her pussy and she came, hips jerking.

“Aaaagh!” she moaned, throwing her head back as her hot pussy juices drenched his thigh. He held her waist and bottom to support the weight of her trembling body, reveling in the sweet sound of her soft panting as she rested her forehead on his chest. After some moments she tipped her face to look into his eyes. “Oh Jean, that was really good,” she murmured, sighing contentedly. 

Jean gazed at her beautiful face, fighting with his urges as he kissed her fervently. Mikasa, you winsome thing, that’s just the beginning, the tip of the iceberg. Now I’ll ram all the way into you and show you just how far and deep the pleasure can go. Wait, not here, not like this, you drunken asshole! The horny rake and the gallant knight inside him battled for superiority. It was the clanging from the bell tower that made the interim decision for him. Shit, it’s this late already? She moaned in protest when he broke the kiss.    

Jean held his raging erection in check as he walked her to the gates of the officer’s barracks. Fuck her tonight, drag her to a dark alley nearby and just screw her senseless. Take her like a common whore, punish her for the nine years of torture, said the animal part of him. Shut up, she’s precious, she’s a treasure, you’re goddamn inebriated, argued the gentleman in him. The inner battle continued. His tense face was a picture of conflicting emotions.

She looked up at him, then down at the huge tent jutting from his hips, noticing the pained expression on his face. “Jean, I can do that again…touch you there again…” 

You don’t understand, sweet angel. Your hands won’t do anymore. I fear I can’t control myself much longer. I need to be balls deep inside you fucking you as brutally as you can bear, he thought grimly. “Shh, angel, it’s alright. I just need to sleep off the booze. We’ll talk tomorrow. Goodnight.” He kissed her forehead.

She was trying to embrace him, wanting to comfort him the way he’d taught her, pressing that hot body of hers against him. Damnit, he struggled with his control, deliberately backing away from her.

“Jean…”

“Go,” he commanded through gritted teeth. His eyes were pools of frustration as he fought to master his urges. 

She stared at him with eyes wide and mouth half open. He had a wild look on his face and it scared her. Her hands tried to reach for him. “Jean, please let me…” 

“Go before I change my mind and tear into you like a rutting beast!” he growled at her.

She fled through the gates without a backward glance.

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