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“What?”
“You’re being clumsy, Leonhart.”
It was common knowledge that those scrawny, barrack bunk beds didn’t give much leeway—even for one person—so for two rowdy girls, it wasn’t easy.
But they made do.
The cheap wood creaked, protesting as the pair fumbled about. Inexperience was clear, but horniness overpowered. Mikasa was the first to take initiative, her slender fingers dipping under the waistband of Annie’s navy shorts. They barely clung to her toned waist, being slid down to just above her knee.
The raven interrogated the blonde, crawling into her half-bare lap and shifting her weight onto the smaller female. Annie was in a frenzy, a warm clash compared to usual cold composure; cheeks were dusted pink, eyes were wide, and lips unable to stay sealed.
Should they really be doing this?
Yes. It felt right.
Strands of dark hair tickled Annie’s collarbones as the other painted a flurry of pecks up her neck, soft lips greeting pale skin with adoration. Annie gasped as Mikasa suckled the sweet spot between her jaw and lobe, throat seizing and curling tightly, the muscles that held up her head now slacking. For someone with such a tough exterior, she sure seemed fragile. Mikasa handled her like porcelain, thumb and index finger propped against her jaw. She tilted her face as she pleased, opening up a larger surface area to kiss, and now nip at.
Teeth nibbled, wet muscle soon slipping past and lapping up the sultry flavour of Leonhart’s skin. The perfect mix of salty and sweet. Mikasa groaned softly, lips vibrating—this was not going to be enough to satiate the girl’s hunger.
A hand lowered in the midst of kisses, making contact with Annie’s inner thigh. Instinctively, she leaned into the touch, so much so that Mikasa’s fingers slipped between her legs like a missing puzzle piece. Nails grazed, trickling and taunting the thin layer of grey fabric separating hand from cunt.
“Mikasa…” Annie sighed, head rolling against the headboard. The other girl moved in closer, invading territory.
“Sorry?”
“Please, Mikasa.”
A beat passed, before the taller girl hummed in approval, voice dropping a note.
“Good.”
Annie’s submission was pitiful, Mikasa could only comply in giving her what she wanted.
Fingers coaxed and pressed, positioned against the throb of Annie’s pussy, something that could be felt through her panties. She sighed, thighs closing and squeezing against Mikasa’s wrist. That didn’t stop her, nor did it pause her.
Annie would have to ride this all the way through, no matter how much of a tease Mikasa wanted to be. This was her deranged idea of ‘getting her back’ — the months of squabbling and clawing at each other's necks, the sly comments, and not to forget the many fights that had been broken up before they could even get started—it all contributed to this very moment.
The blonde hooked her arms around Mikasa’s shoulders, an attempt in finding something to hold before things developed too far. She had always noticed the appearance of Mikasa’s hands; thin and slender. The way she would position those digits into the slots of blades was all too alluring. There was no doubt Annie would be seeing stars tonight.
Mikasa’s hand kept moving, finding a rhythm that felt right. It was something that dragged out the lowest and highest of moans, causing Annie’s body to arch and shift into whatever angle felt best. The blonde proved to be sensitive, and despite them both being virgins, Mikasa moved as though she had years of experience to back up her skills. Maybe it was fate, or she was naturally versed in this kind of thing. Annie was too blissed up to question it.
The hand between her legs didn’t fret, even while the spare lifted to grasp the side of Annie’s jaw. The taller girl cupped her face, guiding her eyes to look into her own. They were glossy, tearful in preparation for the orgasm yet to come.
At first, Mikasa stared - intoxicating. It was hard to tell what she was thinking and feeling: was this out of love, or pure hate? Did she want to hurt Annie’s pride by making her cry with pleasure?
Truth was, she didn’t have a label for it, and it didn’t need one.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Mikasa spoke softly, controlled, unlike the fingers that rotated and stroked below. “And you’re going to kiss me back.”
Blue eyes sprang open just that bit wider, muscles then quickly relaxing until her eyelids melted into a fluttered close. Mikasa leaned in, mimicking Annie, and pursing her lips in preparation to greet hers.
Annie’s lips were a delicacy worth savouring.
Mikasa hummed a groan, fingers moving Annie’s panties to the side and finally making contact with slick folds. The shorter girl whined, completely succumbed to Mikasa as she mouthed and kissed, tongue clinging and surfing Annie’s own.
They made out like animals, there was no innocence here but instead a desperate fight for victory, a battle to come out on top and devour the other. Mikasa was winning, but it was safe to say the hand between Annie’s thighs gave her a significant advantage. How would things be if their roles were flipped? The conclusion would have to be left for another time.
Annie squirmed underneath the weight of Mikasa, lips tearing away from her wrath and gasping for oxygen. She heaved, chest rising and falling rapidly, interrupted by pleas of moans and ghastly breaths. The other girl seemed unphased. Mikasa’s hands worked magic, fingers massaging and circling Annie’s clit, before eventually sliding down and letting one finger slip inside.
“Hnh— Mika—“
Annie’s eyes lost traction, sinking into the back of her skull. Her warm walls expanded, allowing Mikasa’s finger to insert with ease, with an additional one being added before the blonde could protest. Lips were left parted to a gap, trembling and unable to form syllables.
“It’s good, really good,” Annie finally breathed, voice shaky. Before either of them knew it, Mikasa was already knuckles deep, fingers making a clicking sound against wetness while curling. Annie writhed, thighs shaking, and walls clenching around the shape of Mikasa’s digits. She kept pumping, sucking the dignity out of Annie and turning her into a hotter, heavier, and wetter mess.
Who knew the quiet girl with an attitude could be so vulnerable, so vocal?
“Are you going to come for me?” Mikasa whispered, breath hoarse against Annie’s lobe. She promptly nodded in response, eager and raring to let herself go completely. The blonde’s hips rocked, desperate to steal what pleasure she could, to maximise what Mikasa was offering her and bite off more than she could swallow. It proved a lot to handle, but was it enough? Yes. Yes it was.
“Shit—coming—“
“You’re coming, baby?”
“I’m coming—“
Annie suddenly paused, body freezing up. Muscles solidified, turning to ice. The knot in her stomach unfolded, unravelling and shooting a bullet of pleasure through her body, the unmistakable sensation rippling from limb to limb. A hand shot down, fingers curling around Mikasa’s wrist and gripping tightly, trying to pull her fingers out. It was so much, it hurt—hurt so good. The tears at the corner of Annie’s eyes fret to fall, to coat her cheek with stains of her orgasm. It was hard to breathe, it was hard to think of anything but the girl in front of her.
Seconds had to be spent recovering and gaining control of her seizing body. Mikasa looked in awe and shock, surprised that even she could make someone feel so bliss; let alone her biggest rival.
Annie used her elbows to prop herself up, hand rising to sweep back the straggles of blonde that had escaped from her tied up hair, sticking to the film of sweat on her forehead
She swallowed, other hand still tight around Mikasa’s wrist.
“It’s my turn, Ackerman.”