Attack on Titan Fanfiction – Between a Rock and a Hard Place: Chapter 4

[Warning: NSFW]

A Warm Shower

“Jean, my darling, we have to get up at some point,” Mikasa persisted. They were naked in bed, bodies entwined, the sun threatening to rise over the horizon. She didn’t sound all too convincing. If she had her way they’d laze around like this all day. They deserved it; they hadn’t seen each other for three months. But duty called.

They had sex all throughout the night, only falling asleep out of sheer exhaustion, but this morning his scorching gaze told her he was ready for more. She woke up with his penis poking at her outer thigh and marveled at his stamina. He started to stroke her hair, which she’d grown out for him, the length it was when they first met as cadets. 

“What if we became deserters, just for today?” he joked, propping his head on an arm and gazing over his wife’s supple body, at the rosy tips of her breasts beneath long, silky waves of jet black hair. 

Giggling, she tore her eyes from his, attempting to untangle her limbs from his grasp. “You love the Navy. You built the Navy. You can never leave,” she pointed out. 

He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back so that she was unable to escape his burning gaze. She looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. I will never stop wanting you, his eyes said. 

“Yet thee, oh bonny lass, wilt thou desert the Marines for thine poor sailor besotted by thy irresistible charms?” he teased her.

“Never!” she murmured, trying to look severe. “Let it be known to thee, oh sailor, that thine lady is a proud founding member of the Royal Marines. The Corps needeth her. And thy Navy needeth the Corps.” Soon they were clutching their bellies, overcome by gales of laughter at their clumsy attempts at romantic Olde Eldian.

She’d meant to tease him back, but her voice was now husky with desire. Mikasa felt herself quiver as his fierce eyes stroked over her face and body once more. She felt her nipples hardening, swelling underneath the intensity of his gaze. 

His large, warm hands began to caress her again. “My meetings today will be ruined because of you. The only thing I can think of is the pleasure of your exquisite body, how your delicious pussy clenches around my cock as I plunder you deep. My lovely wife. Always so fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking hot.”

He smirked as he felt her shiver and blush at his dirty talk. “You were made to be possessed by me, Mikasa.” He massaged his palm over her belly, where he knew she liked to be touched. It relaxed her, made her defenseless. He heard her sigh in pleasure. “I adore you like this,” he spoke softly, his other hand sweeping back the dark tendrils of hair from her forehead, “So soft and pliant, so sweet and helpless.” 

Mikasa whimpered as she felt a hand on her breast, the pads of his fingers starting to knead a nipple. She fought for control, but only half-heartedly pushing her palms against the hard wall of his muscular chest.  

“Darling, please, we must leave this bed…”

“The mere thought of you makes me hard,” he said, catching her wrist and pressing her palm swiftly against his straining cock. Jean groaned as she, despite her verbal refusal, eagerly wrapped her long fingers around his swollen shaft. 

She couldn’t help herself, tenderly stroking his huge cock as she felt his hand travel from belly to breast to belly again, then to the dark curls on the apex of her thighs. She instinctively opened her legs, moaning as his fingers stroked her pussy lips, her juices mixed with his semen flowing out of her as his thumb found her clitoris and stroked it slowly, tenderly, as if they had all the time in the world. She closed her eyes, felt her thighs yield to the pressure of his hand. Her body jerked as she felt a thick finger slide up inside her.

“No, Jean, please. You came inside me just ten minutes ago!” she tried again. 

“Ten? More like an hour ago! Which makes it ancient history,” was his wicked reply.

“Don’t gaslight me, you horny stud!” She tried to resist him but her body was a traitor, her pussy now heated and melting around his hand as he fondled her, adding another finger and opening them a little as he slid them in, making sure to curl them as he stroked out to rub that achingly sensitive spot up her front vaginal wall. “Oh gods,” she gasped and arched her hips as he added a third finger. He knew exactly how she liked it. Mikasa was panting softly, feeling her hips rock on their own accord with his strokes. It felt good, so good…

Suddenly he withdrew his hand. He shifted, preparing to mount her, but Mikasa took that miniscule opportunity to topple him back and scramble out of bed. Undaunted, he reacted quickly, snaking a strong arm around her midriff and dragging her back to him. She felt the strength of his arousal as he pressed her bottom against his erection.

They tussled, laughing, ending up on the soft rug at the foot of the bed. He was on his back, cushioning her fall, a naughty grin on his face as he grasped her hips and rolled her underneath, moving quickly to kneel between her thighs. He held an ankle in each hand as he yanked her legs apart. His eyes raked over her glistening pussy.

“Look at you, my sweet angel, all wet and ready for me,” he teased her. “We both know you want this as much as I do. You cannot deny me, my beautiful wife.”

Mikasa giggled helplessly. When Jean had that wicked gleam in his eye there really was no denying him. She loved how he always desired her, but she had a meeting first thing in the morning. The Marines, strict on time, will kill her if she dared to be late. Was the Navy more forgiving? Absolutely not, except that Jean was admiral, head of the entire organization. They’d wait for him. As for her, well, her fellow officers will happily court martial her for the most minor infraction.

“Darling, we can’t. We’ll be late for work,” Mikasa tried to reason with him. She used her strength to break his hold, push him back and clench her knees together. 

“But baby, take a look,” he implored, pointedly staring at the log between his legs. “I can’t go to work like this!”

She saw the disappointment in his eyes, felt the ache of his unfulfilled desire. Her chest tightened. How could he possibly want her so much? They had fucked like jackrabbits the entire night! But here he was in the morning, waking her and taking her, and yet still wanting her, pouting at her, making her laugh in spite of herself. He was adorable, so tall and fit and hot and gorgeous. Her heart melted at his mock petulant look beneath the tousled up, ash blond hair. “You’re impossible, Jean Kirschtein. Come, my darling,” she laughed, yanking him to his feet. “Fuck me in the shower.”

The water was cold but her entire body burned at the feel of his sleek muscles pressed hard against her. Jean squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks with both hands as he playfully bit her ear, sucked the soft flesh on her neck, took a nipple in his mouth and suckled, took in another and licked until she was bucking against him. 

“So fucking responsive,” he rasped. His hand sought her pussy once more, probing her wet folds, sliding one, then two, then three thick fingers into her. He curled them inside her, withdrawing and then ramming back up again, making sure the heel of his hand pressed into her clitoris. Curl and withdraw, slide in and ram, he repeated the motions, his mouth crushing hers in a punishing kiss as her pussy danced on his hand. He brought her to the brink of orgasm, hearing her moan, feeling her pussy muscles contract around his fingers. He knew she was close. He used his other hand to gently stroke over and around her clit, making the swollen pink nub pop back and forth beneath his thumb.

“Darling, I want you…” her breath was hot against his skin, her hands grasping his broad shoulders as she trembled with longing against his naked body.

Jean lifted her left leg against his hip, angling his cock at the entrance of her pussy. His eyes sought hers, burning bright with lust as he thrust his rigid shaft inside her. Mikasa moaned, digging her fingers into the muscles on his shoulders as she held on for balance, her right foot on tippy toes, her pussy gripping him. His cock was so big, unbelievably hard, forcing her to give in to his fierce sexual desire as he began to move in and out of her. He shafted balls deep into her vagina, then slowly, teasingly withdrew until the very tip of his penis was at her opening. 

“Tell me how you want this,” he demanded, hazel eyes drilling into her violet ones.

Mikasa groaned. He’d make her say embarrassing things again. She wasn’t the type to talk during sex; Jean loved how dirty talk made her blush and squirm. Her humiliation turned him on no end.

“Tell me, else I’ll just pound you all day long.”

He could do that too, she thought. He was indefatigable. It never failed to amaze her. She felt the tip of his cock tease her opening. “I want you inside me,” she looked up at him, blushing.

“Want my what inside you?” he urged her.

“I want your big, hard cock deep inside me,” she blushed harder, squirming against him. 

“Inside your where?” he inquired, shoving the head of his cock into her pussy.

Oh gods. “I want your huge, thick, rock hard cock…ram inside…”

“Ram how?” he withdrew his cock again.

“Ram deep inside…,” she moaned as she felt his cock plunge back into her. “Deep…so deep..inside my hot…wet…eager…cunt…” she managed, panting softly and blushing so hard her cheeks were apple red. She gasped as she felt his cock grow even bigger, throbbing and twitching inside her.

His lust-filled eyes looked at her approvingly. “Good girl,” he praised her, capturing her mouth in a torrid kiss. Then he withdrew and plunged into her furiously. So deep. Again and again, he plundered her pussy, his thick shaft pistoning into her, hard and deep and hard and fast. Every now and then he took out his cock, dripping with her juices, and rubbed it roughly back and forth over her clit, making the sensitive bud throb with the friction of his movements.  

“My sweet angel, your cunt is so tight, so fucking warm. You feel amazing,” he breathed. Mikasa could only groan, loving the friction of his pumping inside her, enjoying the feel of his large, calloused hands as they viciously gripped the tender flesh of her hips.

She was dazed with desire as his tongue sought hers, spearing urgently into her mouth and mimicking the movement of his hips. She kissed him back hungrily. Her pussy was sopping wet as Jean’s raging cock pounded and pounded her heated vagina, in and out, over and over. Oh gods, where does he get such energy, she wondered in awe. Oh gods, why does she feel so heavenly, he wondered in awe. 

Every worry Mikasa had about being late faded into the background as their churning bodies heated up the cold water flowing over them. She moved her hips to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Jean, my love, it feels good…so good…” she panted, breath hot against his neck.

“What feels good?” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Your cock, Jean…your big, beautiful cock…feels so good inside me,” she replied wantonly, feeling her pussy muscles grip his manhood. “Oh darling, I’m so close…please, oh please…”

Jean made sure he rotated his hips and rocked from side to side and up and down the way she liked it, his turgid shaft scraping and exploring every part of her weeping vagina. “Don’t stop, Jean, don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her pleading words turned him on as he pounded her, harder, deeper, slower, faster. He was ferocious, his strokes relentless and powerful. 

“Darling, I’m about to…” Mikasa moaned.

Immediately Jean withdrew his cock, quickly replacing it with his long, rough fingers. He massaged that sweet spot just beneath her pubic bone, looking deep into her eyes, gauging her reaction.

“Jean, my darling, my sweetheart,” she gasped. “I’m coming…” she cried out as she felt the force of her orgasm begin to wash over her in waves. He pulled out his fingers, lifted her bottom with both hands, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning her back against the wall as he savagely slammed his cock back inside her squelching pussy. “Aaaagh!” she screamed out in pleasure as she squirted all over him, the warm liquid splashing on his chest and belly, streaming down his thighs. 

Mikasa moaned and moaned, biting into his shoulder, digging her fingers into the muscles of his back as her pussy juices bathed his thick cock, her vaginal walls clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, gripping his shaft tightly, milking him. She heard Jean groan, felt his hot seed spurt deep inside her as he came with a loud grunt. They suck on each other’s tongues as they share a deep, wet kiss. Burying her face into the crook of his neck she whimpered helplessly, unable to stop the convulsive buck of her body or the spasming of her pussy muscles as they sucked and clenched on his pulsing cock.

Sated, the admiral cleans himself up. “I love you, Mikasa, my sweet angel,” he whispers in the dark. He wonders how his wife was doing, and if she were indeed dreaming of him tonight. Tomorrow will be another long day, but he felt refreshed and ready to face the music. He places Mikasa’s telegram under his pillow and falls into a much-needed sleep.

Little did he know that at that very moment, down the southern coast, Mikasa had a towel-wrapped pillow jammed between her legs. She humps it desperately, recalling that very same shower scene, crying out softly, “Please, oh please, more…harder…fuck me, please…Jean!” She shudders as she comes to completion, her husband’s name dancing on her lips. “I love you, Jean, my darling…” were the last words on her mind as slumber overtook her.

Thank you so much for reading! Please take a moment to share a thought or two in the comment section below. Your comments give me life and are a real source of encouragement. xoxo, hana

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