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“Sash, is he hot by your standards or normal standards?” Mikasa asks from behind her easel.
Sasha rolls her eyes good-naturedly, “Normal.” She swallows the bite of her grilled cheese before continuing. “Rumor has it, he grew up extremely sheltered and has never had a girlfriend. Crazy for a guy who’s signed up to be a nude model.”
Mikasa eyes her skeptically. “And who did you hear that from?”
”Armin.”
”And you’re positive he wasn’t tricking you? He’s very good at it and you’re very gullible.”
”Yes, I’m sure!” Sasha insists. “They were best friends for years until Eren suddenly moved away without a word and had no contact with Armin for some undisclosed reason. They only reconnected a couple years ago through Instagram. He has proof!”
Mikasa clicks her tongue, fighting the smile pulling at her mouth. Sasha always gets so defensive when someone doubts her, Mikasa can’t help but to mess with her. “Alright, then. We shall see soon enough.” She glances toward the clock that reads 12:52; eight more minutes until class starts and she would get to see the ‘eye-candy’ model that Sasha insisted would leave Mikasa drooling.
Both girls set up their easels as other students arrive; Armin smiles warmly when he, Jean, and Connie show up. Sasha almost drops her drawing board on her foot because she didn't wipe the grease from her unoccupied hand before retrieving it and Mikasa can’t decide if she wants to laugh or face-palm.
”For the love of God, Sasha, how many times have you done that this semester?” Ymir cackles as she saunters into the room, holding Historia’s hand.
”Hey, it’s not my fault these things are so awkward to carry with one hand!”
”Then use both?”
”The other is occupied!” Sasha waves her sandwich in the air, exasperated.
”Alright, settle down,” Professor Petra says amusedly as she enters the studio. “Don’t you want to impress our model?” Silence falls and Mikasa’s eyes immediately dart to the door.
Sasha certainly was telling the truth.
He’s tall and tan, his brown hair in a messy bun and he’s got the most beautiful green eyes she’s ever seen. His gaze falls to her and butterflies erupt in her stomach and her cheeks fill with blood; she ducks behind her easel to avoid potential embarrassment. She can barely make out the introduction Petra is giving him because everything sounds like it’s underwater. She really doesn’t know how she’s going to get through class today, especially because he hasn’t even taken off his robe yet.
Mikasa tunes out Sasha’s giggles at the state she’s in; her hands shaky as she begins warming up with messy lines and shapes. As the rushing in her ears dies down, she hears his voice — not excessively deep in tone and just a hint of gravel in his vocal cords — and gets flustered all over again.
She’s already entranced with this boy without ever having spoken to him.
She’s completely and utterly fucked.
“Great work today,” Professor Petra announces as she finishes glancing over everyone’s sketches that procured over the last hour and a half. “Isn’t Eren just a lovely model? He’s so dynamic!”
Mikasa silently agrees with her Professor’s statements. Throughout the class, he would switch between seeming like he was pissed at the world or like he was seeing the ocean for the first time. She’s not sure if he was just acting that way on purpose to maybe help him pose better or something, but whatever it was, it made Mikasa’s curiosity even more rampant. The moment she first saw him she wanted to get to know him, but that desire is even greater now that she’s spent the last ninety minutes staring at him and trying to capture who exactly this mysterious man is.
Everyone save for Eren is gathering their things to leave so the room is empty for Petra’s next class in ten minutes. “Mika, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Sasha pesters, waving her newsprint pad in her direction.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Sash,” Mikasa replies pointedly, flicking her eyes towards Eren.
Understanding dawns on Sasha’s face and she holds back her giddy squeal. Never has Mikasa tried to make any sort of move without someone pushing her to do so. With a thumbs up and a wink, she’s gone.
Mikasa waits a minute or two until Petra takes some paperwork to her office to make her move. “Hey.”
Eren looks up from the manga he’s reading, clearly unaware that he wasn’t the only one left in the room. “Hi,” he says, placing a sticky note where he left off so he doesn’t lose it. “Mikasa, right?”
‘He knows my name?!’
Acting as casually as she can muster, she says, “Yeah. So, anyways, Eren, I…” she trails off. But she forces herself to persist. She’s never wanted anything or anyone more than she does right now and damn it all if she lets her initial shyness take this opportunity from her. She clears her throat and steels her nerves. “I was wondering if I could get your number? I’d like to get to know you, if that’s cool.”
Eren’s brows shoot up, clearly not expecting this. He gapes for a moment before finding his voice. “Uh, yeah of course.” He goes to check in his pockets for a writing utensil but before he can dig around much more, Mikasa thrusts a pen and corner torn from her newsprint pad under his nose.
“Here.”
“Thanks,” he takes the paper and pen and scrawls his number down. He gives her a shy smile as he caps the pen and hands the slip back to her.
”I’ll text you later, then,” she turns to leave with a quick grin and hopes that his eyes catch the sway of her hips (which she totally isn’t exaggerating).
Mikasa is bombarded by Sasha the second she opens the door to their dorm room. She relays the series of events, and laughs at the shock on Sasha’s face when Mikasa tells her of how confident she was acting.
”I’m so proud of you!” Sasha jumps up and engulfs Mikasa.
”For what? I just asked a guy for his number…”
”Of your own volition! Completely! You’ve never done that!”
”Yeah, well,” Mikasa mumbles. “There’s something about him that just feels different than it has with any other guy. Like, I was meant to meet him.”
Sasha smiles warmly, going back to whatever she was working on prior. “I’m happy for you, Mikasa. You deserve the best. And if he does anything to hurt you…” she punches her fist into her palm lightly.
Eren’s phone buzzes around 5 o’clock. He scrambles to read the message from an unknown number.
#: Hey, this is Mikasa
E: I was afraid I wrote my number down wrong. Glad to see I didn’t.
M: that would have sucked; I’d have to wait two days to see if you fucked with me on purpose or if it was an honest mistake.
E: I’m not that kind of guy.
M: I didn’t think you were. Anyways, what are you majoring in?
E: I’m a sociology major, you?
M: Interesting. I’m an art major.
E: That makes sense.
M: How so?
E: 1) you’re in an art class and 2)… eh, I got nothing it just makes sense to me.
M: You don’t have to be an art major to take an art class, dingus.
E: I know that!
M: Do you?
E: >:(
M: When are you free? I’m done for the rest of the day if you wanna get dinner or something. Talking in person is so much better than through a stupid screen.
E: Yeah, sounds good to me. I just got out of my last class. Meet me outside the dining hall in 10?
M: See you there, Eren.
Eren’s sitting on a bench outside the dining hall entrance, staring up into the cloudy night sky when he hears the rattling of chains approaching. He looks to find the source of the sound, hoping he’s right in his suspicion that it’s her, and he stands up quickly when he realizes he is correct. The first thing he notices is that she’s eye to eye with him, which he had not been expecting (he was seated when they spoke earlier and he wasn’t close enough to her before to gauge how much of a height difference there was, or lack thereof).
“Hi,” she smiles, her canines are sharp, almost unnaturally so, but Eren doesn’t want her to know that he’s already paying such close attention to such a small detail.
“Hi. You’re much taller than I was expecting.”
Her smile turns impish and she glances around conspiringly, as if she’s about to let him in on a huge secret. She leans in close and cups her hands around her mouth to whisper in his ear, though there’s few people around in the first place. “I’m cheating.” When she leans back, she guffaws at the confusion on his face. “Look down, dingus.”
He obeys and that’s when he notices the high platform boots she’s wearing, adorned with heart shaped buckles and spikes at the toe. He hopes she doesn’t notice when his eyes stray on her cleavage or her fishnet-clad thighs as he looks down.
“Ohhh…”
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Mikasa teases. She continues walking towards the entryway, grabbing Eren’s elbow to drag him along. “Let’s go, I wanna make sure I’m able to get some pizza before it’s gone.”
“So, Eren,” Mikasa asks once she’s finished her dinner. “What made you want to model for the drawing classes? Just the money?”
Eren shakes his head, swallowing the lemonade he’s been sipping on. “I wanted to step out of my comfort zone, mostly. I need to get better at that. Armin mentioned the position was open and I figured this was a good first opportunity.”
She nods. “That’s admirable. Good for you.”
Eren ducks his head down, trying to hide the blush dusting his cheeks. “Thanks,” he mumbles, more to the table than to her.
Mikasa smiles, resisting the urge to gush about how cute he’s being. To distract herself, she gathers her plate and reaches for Eren’s to put them on the cleaning rack, but he stops her. “Here, I got this.”
She lets him. Normally, she would have been slightly irked at the offer; she can do things herself, she doesn’t need a man to. But with him… his clear desire to continue his good impression on her despite how nervous he is makes her give in. While she waits, she thinks about how much she already likes him and that all she wants to do is be by his side. To bring him joy, to be there when he needs someone, to just… be his.
‘Relax,’ she mentally berates herself. ‘You just met the guy. Let him breathe. You’ll scare him off otherwise.’
Mikasa’s broken out of her thoughts when he returns to their table, she’s standing and ready to go. They exit the dining hall in a comfortable silence, walking in the direction of the dorms.
“Eren?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna come with me back to my place?”
Eren’s eyes grow comically wide at the question. “D’you want me to?”
Mikasa giggles. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you around, now would I?”
“I guess not…”
“C’mon,” she grabs his hand, pulling him along whilst he recovers from his stupefied state. “I live in Utopia, which building are you in?”
“I’m in Trost.” He replies, still stunned at the fact that this beautiful girl is enjoying his presence enough to want him to spend more time with her. Alone. She wants him around; the guy who quietly admitted at the start of their meal that after his mother died and his dad vanished shortly afterwards, he was taken to shelter after shelter until one day a man claiming to be his half brother came to take him with him. The boy who had no friends after being taken in by Zeke and moving halfway across the country and was always getting in trouble for starting fights. The boy that the girls would whisper about, saying it’s a shame he’s good looking because nobody wants to be dating the sullen loner who would glare if you even breathed wrong around him.
In his junior year of highschool, upon getting his license, Zeke insisted Eren needed a phone because ‘what if something happened to him?’ Eren figured he may as well try to find Armin online. Thankfully, he was able to do so relatively easily and he cried and cried when he FaceTimed Armin for the first time, finally realizing just how empty he had been for so many years without his best friend. Upon learning what Armin’s plans for college were, Eren started to put more effort into his schoolwork to make sure he’d be able to attend with him.
Having a girl’s undivided attention on him for a good reason is so unfamiliar.
He’s been trying to conceal a semi since she whispered to him earlier, and the hand-holding on top of her invitation is making his head spin. At least he’s wearing jeans and his sweatshirt is a little big.
”Oh, so just next door,” she muses. “I wonder how I’ve never run into you before.”
”Yeah, me too.” Just as they round a corner to head down the final stretch, someone flies around the corner on their bike. If Eren hadn’t yanked Mikasa up against himself… he doesn’t want to think about the damage that could have been done. It wouldn’t have been fatal, obviously, but the thought of Mikasa in any sort of pain made his heart hurt.
”Hey, watch it, jackass!” Eren yells after the biker who clearly didn’t care that they almost took someone out. With a deep exhale, he leans back a bit to look at Mikasa. Her eyes are wide and she’s panting and Eren can feel her heart racing against his chest.
”Thanks for saving me,” Mikasa says once she’s caught her breath. “I’m really not in the mood to get run over right now.”
”Is there a time when you are?”
”Ha ha,” she rolls her eyes.
It’s at that moment that Eren finally registers that Mikasa is completely flush against him; he can feel her lovely tits crushed between them, where her bra clasps together against her spine. And if he can feel these things, there’s no way in hell that Mikasa doesn’t feel his now fully hard dick throbbing where their bodies meet.
The rest of Eren’s body goes stiff upon this realization, and Mikasa is somehow able to restrain her laughter at his palpable embarrassment. He’s just so cute! She’s honestly flattered that he reciprocates her attraction, she wishes he wouldn’t be so flustered by such a natural thing. And she’s already seen him naked before, granted, those circumstances were completely different. As much as she wants to tease him to see how much more he could take, she doesn’t want to push him too much. So she ignores the urge.
“You okay?” She asks, slipping from his rigid hold.
“Yeah,” he answers dumbly.
“If you say so.”
Mikasa is slightly relieved that when they reach her dorm, Sasha’s left her a note that reads:
at Nico’s for the night, see you at lunch tmw. be responsible ;P
“Looks like we don’t have to fight Sasha for the TV tonight,” she says as she puts her backpack on her desk. “I am not in the mood for Gordon Ramsey right now.”
“Grilled cheese girl is your roommate?”
Mikasa chuckles, “Yes, she is. I can’t believe you heard that, I didn’t realize how loud she was yelling.” She leans down to unbuckle her boots, basking in the harsh intake of breath from Eren as she does so. Fuck, he’s so fun to mess with and she’s barely even tried.
She’s slightly disappointed that when she turns around to face him after completing her task that his eyes are elsewhere. Her eyes follow to where his gaze is set — on her portfolio.
“You wanna see my sketches from today?”
“Oh, yeah,” Eren mumbles. “If you want to show me. I’ve been kinda curious to see what your work is like.”
“Aw, you’re sweet,” she takes the few steps to grab the folder and jumps up on her bed with it, patting the empty space beside her. Once he has slipped off his shoes, he obeys.
“It’s funny,” Mikasa begins as she starts flipping through the newsprint pad to find the sketches of Eren. “The drawings of you from today are the best I’ve done.”
“Woah.” Eren is awestruck. He knows he’s not a bad looking guy, but the way that Mikasa draws him makes him truly believe it. “You’re insanely talented, Mikasa.”
She blushes under his praise. “Thank you. I wasn’t joking when I said these are the best ones. See, compare these of you to these ones.” He can’t really see an obvious difference in quality but he nods nonetheless. “Something about you just feels right.” She pauses, scrambling to recover from that slip, afraid that if she doesn’t he’ll bolt. He does seem to have loosened up a bit but she’s scared that one step too far will pull him right back into his shell. “To draw, that is.”
Eren eyes her skeptically. “You don’t need to pretend that you didn’t mean that… because, in all honesty,” he gently takes her hand while he has the courage to do so. “I feel the same way.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do,” he assures. “I’ve had such a nice time talking to you, you’re a very good listener and you have great insight. Not to mention you’re funny, kind, fantastic at drawing, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m glad to hear that, and thank you, Eren…” she whispers. ‘How is he so perfect?!’ She closes her pad and tucks it back into the portfolio, placing it gently on the floor before turning completely to him and joining hands again. “May I kiss you?”
He goes stock still, looking like a deer in headlights. “Yes, but I should warn you, I’ve never kissed anyone… and obviously nothing more than that, either.”
“That’s alright, I’ll ease you into it. We’ll start slow and simple, okay?”
“Okay.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she leans in but Eren’s stay wide, even after her lips meet his. She pecks him once, brief, and pulls back a bit, her half-lidded gaze meeting his. She smiles and kisses him again, longer this time, mouth moving against his, urging him to mimic her actions. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Eren finally lets his eyes slip shut and reciprocates her kiss.
It’s a bit clumsy and awkward, but he gets the hang of it quickly enough. Mikasa moves Eren’s hands to her hips as she throws one leg over both of his, straddling him. He moans loudly at the sudden pressure against his aching dick.
“Is this okay?” Mikasa whispers, afraid that she’s overwhelming him. “I can sit further back if I’m making you uncomfortable. I don’t want to rush you into anything. But I’ll be honest with you… I want you so badly, Eren. So I need you to tell me what you want to do.”
“I want you, too, Mikasa. Do you know how fucking difficult it was for me to not look in your direction during class today so I wouldn’t get hard?”
“Just from looking at me?” Mikasa’s been with a few boys by this time, but not a single one was as easy to rile up as Eren apparently is. And she absolutely relishes it. She knows it’s probably partially due to his inexperience, but that’s besides the point.
“Yeah.” His embarrassment is evident, but she quickly diminishes it with her next words.
“This may sound weird,” she begins, cradling his jaw in both hands. “But knowing that just looking at me gets you hard turns me on more than you could ever imagine.”
Eren shudders. “Fuck.”
“Now tell me what you want to do, Eren,” she requests not unkindly.
He contemplates for a moment. He wants to fuck her, badly, but he wants to be able to last long enough for her to feel good, too. And with his lack of control around her, that isn’t feasible just yet. So, he tells her this. “And, I also wouldn’t know how to please you even if it’s just me fingering you or anything that simple…”
She hums in understanding. Truthfully, she doesn’t care if he’s clueless; the idea of teaching him how to touch her makes her pulse skyrocket. “Then how does this sound — we touch ourselves together. So I can watch and learn what you like, and vice versa. So, once we’ve had more time together like this, we’ll know what to do.”
Eren nods, relieved. “I like that idea.”
Mikasa pecks him gently then moves to begin shedding her clothes. Eren reaches down to start on his zipper, but freezes, every ounce of attention locked on the beauty before him gradually revealing expanses of toned milky skin.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs.
“And you’re handsome,” she winks, reaching around to unclasp her bra. Sighing in relief from finally getting out of the constricting garment, she notices that Eren still hasn’t made any progress in stripping. “C’mon, I wanna see you.”
Eren smiles and rolls his eyes, but continues his work. “Not like you haven’t seen it already…”
“Yeah, but—”
“It’s different, I know,” he chuckles. “Trust me, I’m no exhibitionist.”
And then they’re both fully unclothed and returning to her bed; Mikasa props herself on her pillows at the head and Eren leans against the body pillow that lines the edge of the mattress that meets the wall. Eren’s so caught up in his head, overthinking everything that he doesn’t notice that Mikasa’s started touching herself until she nudges her foot against his to get his attention.
“I didn’t know just staring at your cock was a good way to get off,” she teases, hoping to ease his nerves. It does, thankfully, and Eren mumbles ‘shut up’ without any malice and wraps his hand around himself, slowly and gently dragging his hand up from the base and grazing the tip with his thumb before sliding back down.
Mikasa keeps a mental note of the softness he touches himself with. She rubs her clit briefly then dips two fingers inside her throbbing cunt. A hum involuntarily escapes her throat when she curls her fingers upwards, catching on her g-spot. She grinds her clit against her palm and doesn’t bother trying to restrain the moan that emerges. “Eren.”
He falters, already feeling close to bursting. His hand slackens so he can calm down and focuses all of his attention on how Mikasa’s hand works herself - a steady pace that he just can’t look away from. He’s itching to know how soft and hot and wet she is, all for him. That obviously is not the right choice of things to linger on because before he can get a word out he’s whimpering as he cums all over himself. Mikasa shivers and can’t look away from his face. The way his brows draw together and up with his mouth ajar has her hand moving as fast as possible and then she’s crying out his name over and over as she topples over the edge.
Mikasa trembles as she slowly comes back to earth, a loopy smile adorning her face. She cracks open one bleary eye to look at the mess she’s made of Eren and admires his post-orgasm state.
”I didn’t think it was possible for me to be more attracted to you than I already was,” she murmurs. “The way you look right now is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Eren exhales deeply, his unfocused gaze taking in her flushed skin and especially locking onto the wetness coating her inner thighs and fingers. “Feeling’s very much mutual.”
After basking in the glow for a few more minutes, Mikasa sits up and grabs a couple tissues. ”Here, Eren. Let me clean you up?”
”You don’t have to, I can—”
”I want to help, if you’re comfortable with it.”
”I’m fine with it, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to…”
”Oi,” Mikasa grabs his chin in one hand, forcing eye contact. “Just let me take care of you, you stubborn brat.”
Eren’s breath hitches and if not for the refractory period, he’d be hard as a rock. “Okay.”
”You liked that, didn’t you?” She teases as she gets to work. And when Eren nods his head in shame, Mikasa nibbles on his ear and whispers, “we’ve definitely got some stuff to try out, then.”