Attack on Titan Fanfiction – A Decade in the Making: Chapter 6

[Warning: NSFW]

At Last

Because I was afraid you didn’t miss me as much, she wanted to say. I was afraid that with all the fabled beauties in Noblain that everyone who’s been there keeps on raving about, you’d found someone who could replace me, she wanted to say. I feared that you wanted me only because you couldn’t have me, but now that I’m yours for the taking you’d lose interest, she wanted to say. I fear rejection so much I lie to everyone including myself; I feared that you’d reject me because you’d think I’m only into you now that Eren’s gone, which is not the case at all. But I don’t know how to tell you everything I want to say…I have these thoughts and feelings and words inside my head but when I open my mouth I’m a stammering mess. I’m not like you or Armin: you’re both so articulate. I’ve seen you two discussing all kinds of stuff and I wish I could express myself that way but I can’t. They say I’m worth an entire squadron, but I know I’ve the eloquence of a gerbil. That’s why I kissed you in the tavern: words have forsaken me and all I can do–all I could ever do for as long as I can remember–was to act, she wanted to say.

“Don’t yell at me!” she yelled at him instead.

“You yelled at me first!”

“That’s because you were pretending to be clueless! I mean, I kissed you already, in front of everyone. Can’t you guess what I mean by that? You’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re playing dumb just to drive me crazy!” Mikasa wanted to dig her nails into his palm in vexation.

“You drove me crazy for nine whole fucking years! Have a taste of what it’s like!” 

She bristled. It wasn’t her fault he fell in love with her while she was obsessed with someone else. “Screw you!” 

“Screw you twice!” he retorted.

To her own consternation she found herself yelling, “I wish you would!”

Alright, that’s it, Jean gritted his teeth. I’m wasted as fuck and hallucinating. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. 

Mikasa squeaked as he pulled her toward the side of a building. The warmth of him, the musky male scent of him made her tremble as he pinned her and she felt the coldness of the bricks behind her back and the hard wall of his muscular chest press against her breasts. Before she could draw breath his mouth slanted over hers, pushing her head back against the wall as he ruthlessly plundered the depths of her warm mouth. She moaned, tangling her fingers in his ash blond mane, deepening the kiss. His large hands circled her waist, holding her tight against him as their mouths fused into what seemed like an eternal kiss. She felt his erection press against her belly, and found herself wishing her dress wasn’t so layered so she could feel every inch of him.

He broke the kiss and she felt his teeth delicately tug and nibble on her ear lobe while one hand undid the buttons of her blouse. “You’re exquisite, Mikasa,” he breathed into her ear. She whimpered as the tugging sensation on her ear and a large, calloused hand capturing and palming a breast caused an itch between her thighs. 

“I’m going to take you right here, right now. I’m going to push up your skirts and spread your sweet thighs open as I fuck your wet pussy. Is that what you want, Mikasa?” he murmured into her ear, enjoying the feel of her nipples hardening against the pads of his fingers. 

She moaned, holding his head against her chest as he bent to suckle on a nipple while his other hand started lifting the skirts and petticoats of her dress. She gasped as she felt a hand caress her inner thigh before nudging between them, tenderly rubbing the length of her pussy, pushing the fabric of her knickers into her wet folds. He smirked when he found out how wet she was, the moistness and heat from her core dampening his fingers. 

“Jean…wait…not here…someone might see us,” she protested weakly. The light from a nearby street lamp lit his face and she saw the amusement in his eyes, heard his husky laughter. 

“Ah, sweet Mikasa, eager to be fucked and only worried about being seen.”

“No, I meant…” she protested, realising too late how wanton her words sounded. 

He smirked. “I know what you meant, gorgeous. You’re shy and want to be fucked in the dark.” He all but carried her a few yards away from the street lamp. Soon he was kissing her again, touching her everywhere, feeling her shiver, hearing her moan. He knelt before her, putting his head under her skirts, pulling down her knickers to press hot, languid kisses along the length of her quivering thighs. 

Mikasa threw her head back, one hand holding up her own skirts to give him access to her heated flesh, the other hand brushing fingers through his hair, encouraging him. Her entire body was on fire as she waited in breathless anticipation, panting softly as she felt his mouth kiss closer and closer to the molten heat between her thighs. Something stirred deep inside her, a profound lust and longing for this man other women called a hunk, a stud, a stallion. 

“Jean,” she gasped his name, blushing as she felt his breath blow on the raven curls above her pussy lips. She blushed even harder as she heard him groan while inhaling her scent. 

“Mikasa, you’re beautiful beyond words,” he said in reply, voice muffled by her skirts. She moaned as she felt his long fingers gently part the slippery folds of her pussy. For a moment she felt a rush of shyness and wanted to close her legs, but Jean’s broad, muscular shoulders were wedged firmly between them. She shuddered at the tenderness of his exploration. All she could do was whimper as his tongue pressed into her damp flesh, licking the full length of her slit, delving into the wet folds, tasting every drop.  

“Jean!” she cried out, biting her lip to keep from screaming, her body jerking as she felt a finger plunge into her tight sheath, probing the heated furnace. She arched her back as his mouth sucked on her pulsing nub, his finger moving in and out of her, intimately caressing her. He licked the length of her pussy again, then gently bit her clit with his lips. Mikasa rolled her head from side to side, mindless with need. He licked and bit, plucked and tweaked, altering the pressure and placement each time, all the while finger fucking her. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and covered her mouth with an arm while she screamed in pleasure as she came, the tension released from her belly, bathing her in a warm heat. “Jean, Jean, Jean,” she said his name over and over, clinging to him for dear life because her legs felt like jelly. 

He stood up, pulling her trembling body tight against his, one hand holding her bottom and the other across her back, supporting her. He recaptured her mouth in a searing kiss. Whimpering, she lashed back at his tongue in her mouth, closing her eyes as she tasted herself on him. He leaned her against the wall, pulling her skirts up with one hand while taking out his raging cock with the other. Her lashes flew open when she felt the hardness of him against her, nudging her thighs open. Jean’s cock was huge, pulsing and jerking, the heat of it melting her as he rubbed his length between her drenched pussy lips. It felt so good she wished he’d just grind against her like that.  

But after a few moments he shifted, and she tried to quell the panic rising within her as she felt his hands grasp and lift her bottom, slamming her against the wall before pinning her there with his lower body. His grip on her was firm as he ordered, “Wrap those sexy legs around me.”

Her arms around his neck, her heaving breasts crushed into the solid expanse of his chest, she did as he commanded. Don’t panic, don’t panic, you want this, she tried to reassure herself. He was kissing her again, hard and relentless. She tore her mouth from his when she felt him prodding the opening of her dripping pussy. 

“Jean, wait, please…I’ve never…I’ve never…”

He groaned in agony, willing himself to keep still. “What?” 

In the dim glow of the distant street lamp she looked into his eyes. “It’s my first time, Jean…” she whispered. “You’re so big and I’ve never…please…be gentle…go slow…please don’t hurt me…”

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, Jean thought as her panicked voice jolted him back to reality. Wasn’t this just a dream? In his dreams he had fucked her up against the wall a thousand times and she was always eager, screaming for more, begging him to never stop as he took her again and again.

“Mikasa,” he moaned her name, gazing into her eyes. “Is it really you? Are we in the real world?”

She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “It’s me, Jean. It’s Mikasa. Your Mikasa.”

He let out a long, labored breath, fighting for control, lowering her down from the wall. She slipped her trembling legs to the ground, whimpering as she watched him put her clothes back in order. She couldn’t help but gasp in wide-eyed shock at the size of his erect penis, and then hurriedly averted her eyes as he unceremoniously stuffed the still turgid shaft back into his breeches. 

Taking her hand, he pulled her under the streetlamp so that he could get a good look at her. His hands cupped her face, tilting her eyes up. “You’ve never had sex before?” he asked, incredulous. 

“No, Jean. You’re my first…”

He stared at her. He’d simply assumed that she and Eren…well, apparently not. “And you really do want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know who I am?” he asked, feeling stupid but unable to help himself. I shouldn’t have fucking downed all that booze.  

“You’re Jean Kirschtein. I’m Mikasa Ackermann. And I’m in love with you,” she stated. There, she said it. Levi would be proud.

“Come here.”

Pulling her to him, Jean wrapped his arms around her. He forced his mind to focus on the scent of her hair, on her fingers pressed into the muscles of his back. He was letting the reality of her sink into his bones. He tightened his hold, feeling her warm weight, testing her solidity.

With his chin resting atop her head he said, “Listen, Mikasa. I’ve been drinking since sundown and my brain’s smashed. I think I’m hallucinating because this is too good to be true. But this is all real, isn’t it? You know I’ve loved you for nearly a decade. I don’t want your first time–our first time together–to be in a dark alley on the streets with a brick wall against your back. I’d want it to be sweet for you, and special and lovely. I don’t want to take you in a drunken stupor. Because I bloody love you. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He pulled away a little so that he could look at her face. 

She smiled up at him, nodding her understanding. Her eyes welled up; he bent his head to kiss away the tears. She wrapped her arms tight around his waist while he held her shoulders and the back of her head, stroking her hair. Folding inside the loving cradle of his arms, she sighed into his chest, feeling as if she’d always been there. It was like finding a harbor safe and warm. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that but she knew she never wanted to leave the warmth and strength and tenderness of his embrace. 

After some time she said, “I missed you, Jean. I’m so glad you’re back.” 

“Happy to be home. Did I tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?”

She smiled up at him. “You’re looking gorgeous yourself.” Resting the palm of her hands on his muscular chest she remarked appreciatively, “You’ve grown bigger. What did they feed you in Noblain?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Must be the 18-hour workdays that did it.” He wraps his arms around her waist and she moves hers around his neck. For a while they simply gaze at each other, smiling, forgetting the world around them.  

But time doesn’t stand still. The clattering of hooves as carriages hurry passengers home was too hard to ignore. “Shit, your curfew,” he finally said. 

Her eyes looked questioningly up at him. “Will you head to the naval base after seeing me off? You’re not going back to the tavern for that blonde trollop, are you?” she asked, hating herself for being such a jealous bitch.

He laughed in amusement, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. “Says the raven trollop who straddled me and let herself be tongue fucked by me in front of my crew.” 

She bit her lip, looking chastised. He laughed again, pinched her cheek and said, “I’ll go straight to the Navy barracks. Alone. I promise.”

They walked hand in hand until the Army barracks was within sight. But they didn’t want to separate just yet. Jean pulled her into the safety of another building wall. One more kiss, just one last kiss before they say goodnight. Soon their bodies were entwined as they go at each other with wet, open mouth kisses. She was moaning and thrusting her pelvis, standing on tiptoes to press her hips against his, wanting to feel his hardness against her softness.  

“Jean, please, do that again…” she begged him, blushing.

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