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The Enemies (6)

Summary:

Several people reach their breaking point? Then Eren and Mikasa choose to escalate things further

Explicit, NSFW, 18+, WC 12.5K

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Pt. 2, Chapter 4

A ball of thick, heavy rope had found place where Eren’s stomach used to be, the jittery anticipation that created the tangles and knots forming up more taut coils as he stood in the double-doored threshold of the conference room. Already the room was filling, their project milestone meeting just under ten minutes away. He didn’t have in mind to take his normal seat where everyone in the room could fall under his purview mainly due to his desire not to be near or see Armin with whom he usually sat.

He wasn’t one to particularly care about what others thought or what speculations they might have about events they had no inside information to, but it would be clear, without a shadow of doubt, to Ackerman why he and the traitor divided and like revel in it or see fit to rub in his face in some way. If she decided to give him the time of day, which was not likely.

That wasn’t necessarily a fact Eren was beginning to accept, but she made it a fact, all the same. She was sincerely doing her best to erase him. First her continued spurning, then his best friend.

At the beginning of the fallout after the initial discovery was made, he deeply ached to do something about it. His feelings of being wronged, of being used, of being tricked, trapped, and bamboozled pushing him to act, each action more outlandish than the last, but for every small victory there was a reminder that the overall goal remained lost him.

Standing in that doorway Eren was no longer sure what he could do, especially with how Ackerman always found some way to come out on top. Rest assured, he wasn’t giving up, but he no longer had Armin on his side. In this meeting he would be alone. She would walk in here like she always did, and he would be powerless to do anything, not that he had anything he could particularly do.

There was no forcing his way to sit by her, as technically she could find anywhere to squeeze herself that wasn’t beside him. It wouldn’t accomplish anything as he had no plans on laying a single finger on her, on his pants or shirt so much as brushing up against her. She could just as easily move if he decided to whisper in her ear the entire time.

Not to mention, their coworkers would be suspicious the moment they were seen anywhere near each other and all he needed was someone like Secretariat to nose into things that had nothing to do with them. And yes, of course, they always found comment on each other’s teams’ work, but it had been so one-sided last time and given the debacle two days ago as well as Mr. Smith’s presence, he wagered there would be much less to scrutinize.

What could possibly be done in this meeting, Eren didn’t have an answer to. In abject defeat, he settled along a group of empty chairs, just past the midway point of the table. He would be able see her very clearly from here. If she looked, he would be easily visible to her too. Being visible was the best that could be done at this time is what he told himself as he laid out his notepad and printouts.

“Look who we have here! Come to join the cool kids’ side of the table, Eren?” Barely a pace from his shoulder stood Mina. Behind her, her ever present shadow Hitch. Perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, he barely glanced at her for a second, not interested in another round of ‘when are we going to talk’ questionings.

“Is that what you guys call it?”

“Only when you come around,” Hitch purred.

“Riiight. Am I in your seats because I can move.”

No! You’re perfectly fine where you are. Plus, everywhere else is filling up fast.” A cursory glimpse around the room confirmed that statement for him. He really should have thought about this more.

“Then, I guess this is where I’ll be.” Torment was inevitable in life Eren was reminded on a near constant basis. The form it took this time was Mina and Hitch’s chatter that often tried to include him despite trying to at least appear occupied as the second ticked down. They didn’t care. Not when he spent a full thirty seconds watching Ackerman enter, greet a few people, and take her seat. Not when Mr. Smith made his entry being the last person whom they were waiting for. Certainly not when the meeting began. Perhaps Hitch cared, certainly not Mina who leaned over to whisper a question in his ear.

The shudder that wanted to wrack his spine was hard to hold back, but his eyeroll was a completely different thing altogether because shouldn’t she know the answer to that? When he commented as much she shrugged casually, the coyness in her expression not moving him in the slightest.

“I think it’s a good idea to understand things from different perspectives. Wouldn’t you say?” He would actually, at any other time but that particular moment and was about to tell her as much when he turned back to the screen to catch what was on it and found himself caught on gun metal. The light bouncing from the white, projected slide illuminated the side of her face farthest from him, the little white dots it put in her eyes leaving no clues as to where she was looking.

Mikasa Ackerman had her eyes on him.

It couldn’t have been longer that a split second their gazes locked, but that was all Eren needed to know something was afoot. He just had to figure out what. The answer was given to him quickly when Mina whispered for his attention again as another inane question. He caught the movement out the corner of his eyes, head turning to address her the smallest about possible. Was it because he was talking to Mina?

When he looked back towards the front, her head snapped that way too likely not wanting to be seen again. She readjusted here and there but never looked back like he waited for her to do. Until he turned to speak to Mina again, her simpering smile the least of his concerns as he spouted some nonsense just to have something to say. Ackerman turned her head towards them even more at the little snickers Mina ‘tried’ to hold in. It and the slight twitching her nose left no doubt in his mind. Her eyes were not on him, but them.

It threw him all the way back to the morning in the breakroom that seemed like forever ago now.

Just like then, just like the night they had sex, something about Mina annoyed the fuck out of her. Except here she couldn’t escape and there was nothing particularly pressing besides this meeting, which it seemed she was already inattentive to, for her to be preoccupied with. This contempt Ackerman had for Mina was something that hadn’t come to mind to use against. Now that it had, however, Eren wouldn’t be pulling his punches. What a golden opportunity.

Throughout the meeting, he does his best to pay attention to the proceedings, follow along in the waste of paper packet he’d been given, listen to the questions and comments Mr. Smith put forth to incorporate into his own spiel if needed all the while keeping Mina entertained just so each uplift her lips meant the deepening of Ackerman’s. He could see her from his peripheral, the slight back and forth of her head from them to the front, how her body was adjusted to easily switch between both, how her gaze remained locked on the screen when was looking that direction as well.

What her problem with Mina was, he didn’t fully know but it served him well the moment her heel started tapping in a quick, hard repetition right after Mina’s hand landed on his forearm, her silent laughter a little too in his face for something that wasn’t that funny, but he leaned in anyway, the dimness of the room hiding his peeps in the opposite direction. Her foot tapped harder as he returned the smile given to him, the sound loud in the otherwise hushed room. It was impossible for him to be the only one who noticed it.

“Uh – um – Excuse me, Ms. Mikasa.” Thomas who had been speaking clutched the papers in his hand with a visible nervousness, the none too friendly impression on her face fueling the skittish stuttering of his next words. “Would you m-mind not tap-ping? It’s d-d-distracting.” Her heel stilled, but that was not the end of it.

“Distracting? You find my tapping distracting, Thomas? Really?”

“I – um – uhm –

“That such an odd thing to focus on when you should be distracted by Yeager and Carolina over there who have been running their mouths this entire meeting, not paying attention to a single thing you’ve said. No one finds that distracting but me?” Mina was as stiff as Thomas when Ackerman threw everyone’s attention their way with a point of a finger, her shiny red nails glistening like claw dirtied with blood.

The indigence she wore was no match for his shit-eating grin. Was this really happening? Truly? Was this all it took to accomplish what he’d been hunting for all these weeks?! What was this strange world they’d found themselves living in? She was upset from a little side conversation that had nothing to do with her? Eren wanted to laugh long and loud, and he would have if not for present company. It likely would have pissed her off more. Vindictiveness had been festering.

“Who? Me?” Ooh, look at the way her eyes narrowed at him.

“Do you not know your own name?” There was the derision and condescension.

“I didn’t you knew my name let alone found little ole me to be a distraction, Ackerman.”

“Forgive me if the constant whispering is reminiscent of a fly buzzing about and making a nuisance of itself.”

“I didn’t think something as inconsequential as a fly could shake someone like you. I mean, you’re so good at pretending flies aren’t all around. We all know how you see the rest of us compared to yourself, after all.” Her lips twisted, knowing exactly what he was saying.

“Typically, I don’t have to deal with flies since they only show up when trash is nearby. Lately they just seem inescapable. It’s the result of getting good food, I’m sure, but it seems like a fly will always find its way back into the trash. Quit buzzing, why don’t you.” Resentment at her continued disparagement coupled fiercely with the thrill that rushed through him at their verbal sparring. Round her one would go to her, but now he knew exactly how to make her tick. By talking to the trash.

“Can you believe her,” Eren murmured, faux incredulousness coloring the words he spoke to Mina barely ten seconds after Thomas resumed his report.

“Oh my gosh, I know! Like what’s her problem and what was she even talking about flies and – Shit, she’s looking!” Mina went stiff. Ackerman made no attempts to hide stare. Eren leaned forward, elbowing meeting the table, gaze locked. She knew he would never stop, didn’t she? His fingers wiggled at her earning the most dramatic eyeroll and sneer for added effect.

“C’mon now, Mina. You’re not scared of Ackerman. What is she gonna do?” He hoped she could read lips. Was she growing red from anger? He couldn’t tell under the dim lights, but he’d imagine so with how irate her expression was growing.

“I…wouldn’t say that, but I’m not blank, like you Eren.” The tone of her voice made him break eye contact with Ackerman to see her looking up at him through her lashes. Wow, she really would never pass up and opportunity to hit on him. “I mean Mikasa can really be such a hard ass and completely unfair at times. I admire you for your ability to speak up especially when no one else ever does.” He was the only one who ever spoke up.

“Thank you. I mean someone has to.”

“Exactly and if no one else, why not you.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. We all work hard to get our jobs.”

“For sure,” Mina nodded, hanging on to his every word. It was nice to not be brushed off every once in a while. At least that was his thought process until she leaning into him and the tapping across the table resumed; however, this time, it was a pen, Ackerman’s pen, creating a cadence on the edge of the table. Is that what annoyed her so much? Mina didn’t dismiss him like she did, and it was a problem…because she saw him so worthlessly?

Thomas who was still making his report, although, thankfully near the end of it glanced repeatedly at the source of his distraction who seemed completely unbothered by him. Her lack of response or reaction led him to believe she wasn’t concerned with the meeting at all. Poor Thomas was too scared stiff to say anything again, but that was the last thing Eren would ever be of Ackerman of all people.

“Could you stop with all the tapping, Ackerman. Thomas is really trying to finish up without any further disruptions,” He commented much louder than necessary and how excited it was for her to turn towards him with a sharpness, the fire in her eyes likely to laser him into a pile of ashes if they could. The wink and smile he gave Thomas were shakily returned.

“Sorry, Thomas. Trying to drown out all the buzzing. Please. Carry on.” Tightness in voice made Eren shoulders feel so loose.

“That’s it. I – I’m finished.”

“Excellent,” Mr. Smith commented. “Just a few things…” Once again, their eyes locked, the notes he normally tried to pay attention to were background music to all that she had to say to him. Non-verbally, of course. Could this be chalked up to another moment where she thought about killing him? Did he really incense her so much? The point for this one definitely went to him.

“Mikasa?”

“Yes!” Immediately her expression smoothed over, brightened at Erwin’s address.

“Since you’re seeming so anxious, I assume it’s because you’re so eager to tell us about the updates to the research going on within your team.”

“How did you know?” There was no way she wasn’t some sort of robot or android or some genetic anomaly grown in a lab with the immaculate switch up the second it was Mr. Smith whom she was speaking with. Or maybe it was the nepotism.

“Sir, the slides. They’re already in a set order,” Miche noted.

“Then let’s shake it up a little and keep things interesting. Go on, Mikasa.”

“Thank you, sir.” Ackerman’s short trek to the front of the room was punctuated by the blur of slides flying quickly across the screen in order to get to her group's presentation, her paper’s shuffled and clicker in hand, waiting until the appropriate images were on screen. Eren wondered what he wanted to do as she began. Finding any and every error was what he normally tried to do. Interrupt, object, anything to get on her nerves to pick apart her work, to catch her lacking in any capacity.

But that hadn’t worked last time. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be working this time either. Nah, he already had the magic equation. Easing back in to his ergonomic, armrest adjustable chair, fingers feeling the slightest hints of stubble on his chin.

“Hey, Mina, who worked on your groups’ presentation?”

“Hmm? Oh, Sean this time. I wanted to do it again but after last time…we thought it might be best to take turns.”

“Really? I thought it was great when you did it. Sure, not everyone agreed, but I think it was pretty good.”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“For sure! I think you’ve definitely come a long way.”

“Thanks! I really appreciate th –

The loud clearing of a throat broke her off. Eren was ready.

“Do you need some water, Ackerman. Cooler is in the corner. Peppermint, maybe?” It seems so was she.

“Are you gonna fetch it for me, Yeager? You’re so good at barking maybe you can be trained to do tricks too.”

“Getting water is something amazing to you? You really have the craziest misconceptions about what something good is or isn’t. Need me to show you the difference again? I think I showed you pretty well last time. We can agree on that at least, wouldn’t you say?” Open and close. Open and close. Open and close. Three times she floundered a response, his bringing up their tryst obviously unexpected. A ruffled Ackerman was not a defeated one though. A huff flew fast from her lips, the look of metal turning from surprised to a warning. Eren’s spine tingled, anticipation building in his chest.

“I’m sure what everyone here can agree on is that you should learn the very special trick of keeping your mouth shut, something which you seem to still struggle with. As I was saying…”

He wasn’t given the opportunity to respond, but it was necessary. That exchange was most definitely a point for him. Two to one. Winning this one was going to be easy, especially when Ackerman was making it so easy for him! Being clueless as to why would not stop him from taking advantage. Every laugh out of Mina was a twitch in Ackerman’s face, the tapping of her nails echoing the giggles in his ear. With perverse pleasure, he watched the exterior she’d been clad in for so long chip away, crack, the openings spreading.

“Say, Mina, I was do some grocery shopping this weekend and I passed by this mom and kids and they were excited to tell her a joke they heard.”

“Aw, how sweet. You like children, Eren? I didn’t peg you as that kind of guy.”

“Yeah, it was pretty cute. There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“I wouldn’t mind taking a course in, Eren Yeager.” The best he could push was a still laugh, taking the opportunity to look away, at Ackerman in his uncomfortableness and saw the way jaw clenched. The words spilling out were almost robotic in away as if being recited, as if her mind was not on what she was presently doing but who she was presently watching and had nothing to do with what was on the screen. The was for a reason. He was doing this for a purpose.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I bring up the story to ask if you wanted to hear the joke, have a little laugh?”

“Oh! I’d love to. Lay it on me.”

“Okay, why was number four never surprised?”

“Why?”

“Because the countdown always ended at three.” As anticipated, Mina burst into obnoxious laughter, her body shaking in silence, hand slapping over mouth to hide the smile he knew was much large for a little children’s joke.

“Please, share with the rest of us what is so damn funny that the two of you can’t spare your jobs or coworkers and ounce of attention and courtesy.” Ackerman’s was response, on the other hand, was something he’d hoped for, not knowing how much longer she could take especially when it was herself presenting.

“You wouldn’t find it funny, Ackerman. We know your sense of humor is that sixth one that you never acclimated to. Please, carry on.”

“You mean I’ve matured past what a juvenile would find humorous? Congratulations, you’ve actually come to a correct conclusion. Your comprehension skills seem to have improved. I didn’t expect so much for a neanderthal like yourself.”

“I’m the juvenile one yet you’re the one throwing names about. Please, tell us more about how you’ve matured when you’re so good at playing childish games.”

“Alright, that’s enough out of you two.” At Mr. Smith’s input, Eren was ready to let it go, unfortunately back down without having the win he was hoping for, but Ackerman apparently wanted to do nothing of the sort as she tossed the clicker down on to the podium.

“No, I want to know what is so important that it needs to be discuss and giggled and gagged about during my presentation.”

“There you go again thinking the world revolves around you, Ackerman. The level of self-importance you sport around insane! Is it heavy? Are you tired? Is that why you’re such a hateful b –

“Yeager!”

“ – broad all the freaking time and the rest of us.”

“Only to the dogs that follow me around because I’ve given them food and they seem to have nowhere else to get something as good. To them I am the world, the galaxy, the universe. A piece of s –

“Hello, you two!”

“ – scum like you would know all about it, wouldn’t you? Make sure to lick my heels when you come up to practice your obedience and tell me what you have so much to say about over there.”

“Both of you need to step outside.” She was such a fucking bitch! Fuck, Eren hated her. He hated her with a profundity that he held for only one other person in this life. Now, it was at two.

“Don’t put your weird fetishes on me, Ackerman. Why don’t come over here and find out what you want to know or are you too afraid? You’re above the dogs, right? Yet at every turn you supposedly spot one behind you and it has you running. Running and running and running. See dogs don’t have you scurrying about like a little mouse hiding to avoid becoming prey. It must be something bigger than the dogs and you that has you so terrified. Come over here, Ackerman and let’s see what happens when, if, you actually make it.”

Eren had zero thoughts on what would actually happen if Ackerman came over. He didn’t know what intentions he planned to act on, no idea what the result of such a dare could possibly be, but she made to do as he bid, and he stood up to meet her. She wouldn’t be looking down on him anymore. He wouldn’t allow it.

“That is ENOUGH!” Erwin’s voice thundered across the room effectively silence any and all arguments between Eren and Mikasa, the latter’s eyes going wide, the former’s eyebrows loosening their taut hold. Suddenly he found himself remembering just where he was and whom he was with. Around the dark room, their colleagues stared with equally shocked expression, likely more to do with the display just put on rather than Mr. Smith raising his voice.

“My apologies, sir.” He had never heard Ackerman’s voice sound timider and finding his boss’s face had his eyes dipping as well, the tips of his ears reddening not unlike the times he stood in front of his mother being thoroughly chewed out for some dumb thing or another he gone and done without thinking. Except this was different because Eren had thought a lot about this. Sure, he had no way of knowing the moment or time that he would find break through Ackerman’s solid wall of ice, but it had always been his goal. No matter what.

Mr. Smith had never been anything but forthright and friendly towards him, a great example of what he strived for in his career and possibly life; the stern expression that hardened his features now was nearly unbearable. No matter what? Even this?

“Sorry sir. I seem to have forgotten myself.”

‘Both of you have forgotten yourselves. Whatever it is, I don’t know but there are obviously some differences between the two of you that need to be settled and I will not have my office operating like a sports bar on game night, especially during a meeting as important as this. I’m severely disappointed that two of my team leads would behave in such a manner. Until these differences are settled, it’s best if you two are not in the room.”

“What?!”

“Leave.”

“But, Mr. Smith –

“Out.”

“Wait, plea –

“I won’t say it again. I’m sure someone else can finish for you, Mikasa and someone else from your team will take over your report, Eren.” His words were final, tone brokering no more argument, but they were rooted in disbelief, Miche’s rising and opening the door prompting Mikasa to move first, then Eren fumbling with his stack of supplies before ultimately deciding to leave them.

How many times had been forced to take this walk after having been put out of class. Now he was an adult, facing it with shame rather than righteous anger. All his problems these days seemed to lead back to the woman who cut in front of him just before he made it to the door. Had stopping short not be a reflex, he would have gleefully run right into her.

But as it stood, she was once again ruining things for him, making him lose himself, making him forget where he was, making him react, all because she had to be herself with her tight figure, with her walk full of anger, with her body with the same tension that was keeping his body on this tight coiling spring. It begged to be released.

“Where are you trying to run off to now, Ackerman? Looking for another place to hide so something big and bad doesn’t get you? C’mon,” he taunted, barely noticing the door snapping shut as soon as they were out of the room. “We’ve got differences to settle.”

“I don’t have a damn thing to say to you, Yeager!” She didn’t even turn around as she flipped him off. It was a familiar dance, the fast clicking of her heels and his stride lengthening to catch up.

“Funny. You had so much to say when you got us thrown out of the meeting. Didn’t you want me to lick your heels? To whisper the depths of my heart into your ear like I did Mina’s?” He knows she wants to say something, to exclaim out that it was him and his distractions with the trash or whatever, the dip of her head from one side to the other, neck rolling, telling it all to him. It explained to him that she planned to make good on her having nothing to say hill. The thought of repeating the silent treatment, the ignoring and avoiding and pretending made Eren’s fingers curl tightly. His steps hastened behind her quickly closing the gap between them.

He wasn’t going to let it widen again. Ackerman wasn’t going to get away with that shit again. It was time to settle this. They were going to settle this. All this back and forth, this cat and mouse, this hide and seek, this game of telephone, chess, checkers, twister, whatever the fuck this was needed to be settled. He couldn’t let it go on any longer. A shock nearly made his fingers open immediately after wrapping around her arm, but Eren held fast barely giving her anytime to protest as he fell, shoulder first, into what he knew was a custodial closet in the line of doors they hurriedly passed.

The momentum of the movement made her stumble into the tight space as door slammed shut behind them. The spark created in his hand was a flame spreading quickly, all from a touch, a simple touch, the same touch he’d had months ago now, the one he’d been craving like a mad man, easily addicted from the very first time. The moments they spent gazes locked was short, so short, but so important because Eren wanted to be seen, he wanted his labored breathing to be heard, and he wanted to taste. So badly, he wanted to taste because that meant having to touch. The fervid desire took hold of him as he took further hold of Mikasa.

Having no idea what he was doing, Eren warred with Mikasa ever so briefly, ambling forward to close the space between them, her stepping in the opposite direction until backing into shelf. The surprised parting of her lips was so much more than he needed to surge forward, his mouth overtaking hers in a fit of eagerness, moving with all that he’d been keeping at bay, swallowing the gasp that tried to escape him. Wildfire raged rampant and untamed over his skin, making his blood hum, heating up his bones as the soft and hard planes of her body pressed against his, unable to escape his entrapment of her. Or so he thought.

The burning sting across his cheek came as suddenly as everything else in the last few moments had, but instead of moving towards Ackerman, for once he was recoiling back as sweaty palm launched up to cradle the unexpected pain in his face. Ackerman had hit him, slapped the shit out of him. The shock of it halted any further action that might’ve taken place. Time slowed to a crawl as his gaze turned back from whence it’d been forced. Hands clutched to her chest, Mikasa’s wide eyes flicked from her reddening palm to him and back on repeat as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Was the same startled clarity as clear on him as it was on her?

“I – I’m so sorry!” She shouldn’t have to be. He was the one who couldn’t keep his fucking head on his shoulders or his hands to himself. He’d done it again. A second time! Being fed up didn’t mean touching her without permission whether it was to prove a point or to – to – “I’m sorry.” Eren wanted to say as much. He should be the one apologizing, but he was kept speechless as she trod towards him, closing the barely-there distance her slapped placed between them, the hand that waylaid across his face coming up again, not to strike but the grab the hairs at the nape of his neck between long fingers, her palm soft atop his fingers. “Sorry,” was a whisper into his lips a second before she yanked him back into her, their teeth gnashing together in their open-mouthed crash. What a great and terrible event it was for them to collide again, debris flying everywhere as things fell from the shelf with his renewed vigor, her hands pulling and tugging wherever they could reach the same as he sought purchase of her soft skin wherever it was available.

No matter how many ways his mind had dreamt it up, nothing compared to the huffs she forced into his mouth, to the taste of her tongue pushing against his leaving trails of saliva to find their own way in life as they were pushed from the nest of his mouth, to the increasing uncomfortableness from a lack of air in his chest as he kept her from escaping. His hand on Mikasa’s slender neck pulled her back each time she attempted to surface. The grip on her jaw kept her from turning away. Crushing his nose against hers kept her plush lips glued to his. He couldn’t breathe but he didn’t want to. Taming this feeling that had been looming over him, threatening to take him apart, never far when she was around was so much more important.

The thirst was meant to be quenched as he drank her in, tasting the flavors specific to her, taking on oxygen explicitly from her, feeling the texture of her tonguing licking at his hurriedly, their fervid pace racing the beat of his heart. The fires raging should have been receiving water, fire retardant, something – anything, but they only seemed to grow, roaring higher. The desert he found himself trapped in remained barren and parched despite the droplets it was receiving.

Eren couldn’t find relief licking at her cheek, nipping on her ear, or savoring the salted skin of her neck. No, his senses only found themselves more clogged, overwhelmed at her hot breath on the side of his face, at the hand slipping up the skin of his back underneath the portion of shirt freed from his uncomfortably tight trousers, at the little sounds of filtering into his ear as he teased and bit into the space between her neck and shoulder. Would he be satisfied if he ate her?

“Eren.” It was gasped, breathy and soft and forceful and – “Fuck me.

“I am.” No, eating Mikasa wouldn’t solve this issue. She was already inside his mind, infiltrating and parasitic, sucking everything out of him and leaving nothing but her. Fabric rubbed underneath palms as he tried to grab at the skirt of her dress, tried to tug it, but the curves he watched day in and day out were maddeningly distracting. Eren hated how he knew them from sight alone, able to trace her hips’ exact measurements without seeing, knowing the exact degree her tight ass curled, the deepest part in the dip of Ackerman’s back.

“Eren.” There it was again light but pleading, encapsulating the sense of urgency the made his fingers tremor, but his mind couldn’t seem to catch up. “Come on.”

How did she smell so –

“Yeager, come on.” Desperate.

“Fuck, hold on.” – soft? So soft, as soft as her fingers brushing his sides as she pulled at his shirt. Soft as her breasts pressing –

“No. I – I’m not gonna hold on.” Eren growled, annoyance at being interrupted from whatever the fuck he was doing. Mikasa’s eyes were hooded with the same want that made him year to capture her puffy, smeared lips again and breathe in more of the poison she huffed out. It was the defiance in them kept him from giving into the hypnotism and allowing her hands doing what they wanted at his waistline. Right. This was Ackerman with him. It wasn’t that he’d forgotten, necessarily. It simply would have been easier if he’d been feeling this particular way about literally anyone else, but it was her. Her.

Did it make a difference if it was her?

Yanking her hands away, Eren spun her around with a quickness, the solid thud of her back to his chest and a tight grip on her hips were the only things to keep her standing as her feet twisted, high heels unable to keep up with the sudden movement. Ackerman’s struggle to correct was made easier by his firm placement of her hands on the shelf now in front. It was made harder by the already hard, throbbing cock tenting his pants, seeking every opportunity to grind into the fullness of her ass.

What a missed opportunity being so insistent on seeing her face when he fucked her last time. It wasn’t a mistake to be made again. Blood pulsed between his legs, his erection straining as he pushed harder, palms finding the flat of her tummy to needlessly pull her back to him. His hips rolled mindlessly, the precious warmth and friction finally letting moisture soak into the dry, cracked grounds of his desert space. The material of his underwear was so abrasive on sensitivity heightened skin, but it stoked his arousal, smoke signals breaking through her intoxicating scent fogging his head.

Opening his eyes, they caught the heat in her appled cheeks as he reached down, large form covering her for mere seconds to resume his task of tugging up the snug skirt that hugged her lower half. Eren couldn’t bothered with the how roughly he pulled at the material, seeking for the oasis kept between the insanely toned legs he’d previously gotten acquainted with. Without the positioning and space to become visually reacquainted, the memory flashing in his mind spurred his movement to quicken so he could feel. His mad scramble was a made a tangled one as Ackerman reached back, interrupting his hands to grope blindly for his belt and finding it in short notice.

With a surprising dexterity, it came undone quickly and Eren had to stop himself from wondering just how practiced she might have been and instead smacked her hands away so he could bunch the hem of her skirt around her waist. The enticing wiggle to perfect heart her hips against his erection wasn’t enough to distract him but the thong, blue and lacy and fitting immaculately to the flesh just above the bones of her hips was.

And he had to wonder as his fingers feathered about it, ghosting over the skin he’d been dying to caress, why had he never thought of what was between her clothes and skin before this very moment where it was front and center. Despite himself Eren’s mind broke in two. One side was all about cataloguing each sensation rushing into his brain while the other's sole purpose was to unravel the unforetold secrets of this almost negligible hint of material.

A shudder shook through her as he finally felt muscles underneath his hands.

Did she wear things like this everyday?

Her body was so warm, her skin supple and smooth.

Who did she wear things like this for?

The hardness of corded muscles contrasted with her soft exterior, and it was so her. Whatever that meant.

What did she need to wear this for?

He wanted to touch more, to feel more, to have more. He needed more. He had to get this thing off.

There was no need for her to have this on right now so why was she still wearing it?

And just as quickly as his mind was in two, it melded again with one purposeful, pressing task of getting her panties off. The thin little material stretched obediently with each pull of his fingers, but uneven tugging made for a struggle, the undergarment catching and digging into her skin in his haste.

The mind Eren had to just rip them was interrupted by her hands making a reappearance, pulling where he couldn’t. Together they worked them loose until they dropped to floor, a few quick movements leaving them in some direction that had no bearing now that nothing kept him from kicking her feet apart, kept his fingers from becoming soaked at the apex of her thighs, kept their voices from mixing in pleasure and disbelief at what he found.

“Already, Ackerman?” Eren didn’t wait for answer, fingers diving into her smooth, soft folds, labia coming apart for him, releasing another outpouring of slick. Her body stiffened at his scooping fingers. His dick twitched at the thought of being cocooned in the wet heat his digits were working to loosen up.

“I wasn’t rushing you for no reason.”

“You mean begging me to fuck you.” Her face was so near his when it snapped around, stern expression made weak by the motion of one finger breaking its way inside her, a second hurrying to join but meeting a tight resistance. Resisting, always resisting.

Of course, it made a difference it was her. She was the same one who wouldn’t give him the time of day for weeks and now she was making a mess on his fingers, squirming in her heels, and begging him to fuck her. Mikasa Ackerman made all the difference.

“Says the guy who couldn’t wait t – to – mgh – maul me like an animal the second he forced me into this cave.”

“Closet,” he corrected, pleased at the brief slackening of her face as he finally got a second finger inside, the quivering of her brows as he pushed the deeper, the persistent grinding of her ass into his erection.

”S – same difference. Poorly lit, small, tight.” Just like she was. The shallow muscles of her cunt twitched, contracted, nearly pushed his fingers out as he tried to get them further in, his patience for trying to loosen her up all but evaporating. He had to get inside this small, tight hole of hers, the memory of it long since not being enough, the reminder of it pushing him to let go of her altogether. Eren was going to get inside her one way or another, guaranteed.

Mikasa needlessly held her dress in place while he slacks and underwear found place at his thighs, the remaining arousal that hadn’t gotten on his bottom striping his dick as he began roughly fisting it, spreading his own precum in quick motions. A hiss fell from his lips as she backed into him again, ass cradling his bare flesh in her own, the look over her shoulder, face tinted, kiss-puffed lips parted had his hand at the center of her back, pressing down to get her hind higher for him.

Heat radiated from her center as it got nearer to his cock and with surprising difficulty, he forced his tip downward, the leaking tip smearing precum through the narrow valley, leaving droplets to slide from her puckered anus down to the waterlogged cunt he hungered to drown in since his first bath all the weeks ago.

A step back allowed him enough space to feel the difference of the soft wet skin on his cock rather than his fingers and even his daydreams, nightdreams, high dreams of actually submerging himself in it didn’t compare to experiencing what felt like to only have it touch him. Eren wanted to prove his unreliable mind wrong, hear more of those pants and little huffs from Ackerman as tried to drag the tip back looking for her entrance, content to lather up this way, but the angle was wrong, was off.

“What are you –

“Drop down some more.” Without hesitation, she did as he commanded, upper body scrambling to the next shelf down, displeasure at still being unfilled become as candid as his from having yet to brim every inch of her cunt with nothing but him. He tried again, the sound of arousal slipping along his sensitive phallus, making him push a little harder, the action causing a whine, with the saccharinity he never thought to associate with her, to tremor from her clit to her lips. It still wasn’t enough “More. Down more.”

“N-not enough room. Something else, gotta be something else.” Eren could see that she was right about the lack of room, her back arching to the floor. doing little else to help. Fuck, how much worse would this be if her heels weren’t already high off the ground. Pulling at her hip, he took one step back and them another before handing back was hitting the door, a broom, leaning against the wall threatened to tumble over at slight brushing up next to in.

Ackerman’s torso dipped, spine lengthening, just enough for her to grab a few shelves above and hang low, curvature to her spine impressive, but nothing to dwell on. Another swipe of his plump tip and finally, finally Eren can feel himself nudging at her entrance, the waterfall unleashed around him at the disturbance being plugged just as quickly, but it didn’t stop her juices from leaking out and over his hand, likely making a mess on the floor.

How was she like this? How was it possible?

It was all sensations from there. The sound of breathing loud in the compact space, littered with his grunts, her broken little noises. This sight her red nails curled into the shelf; smooth pale skin of her hips pressed against him to the crease of her back that made him want to unzip the top of her dress to see the rest. The feel his mushroom tip being pressured and molded as his hips rocked back and forth attempting to force his entry as quickly as possible without hurting. Fuck, the struggle to do so had him wondering if he could get in at all.

“It’s t-too tight. You’re too tight.”

“No…”

“I know, I know.” He nudged her legs, but she barely moved.

“I c – can't hold myself up if I go any wider.”

“Fuck.” The way he’d done it last time wasn’t going to exactly work here. Shit. “You’re always causing me problems.” He just wanted to –

“Me?! You - ahh!” In a fit of disgruntlement – because fuck, he just wanted to – Eren dropped his penis and yanked up her leg, knee hooking in the crook of his elbow. “Asshole!” Mikasa scrambled to readjust, his hands on her and the shelf cutting the time to seconds. Then she did him one better, eliciting a groan sharp and from his chest.

Fingers, long and slender and decidedly nothing like his own gripped his cock from beneath and wasted no time guiding him to her needing cunt. The position changed everything as warm digits slipped over him, pushing him his head where they both wanted it to. The resistance was considerably less as his pelvis got to work again, garnering those soft sounds that Ackerman had be so recalcitrant to give last time and not caring about his own. It felt too good, so much better than his memory could imitate, and he wasn’t even in all the way yet. Velvety walls pulsed around him as he moved them apart, muscles fighting to stay as relaxed as possible. Almost there.

“Touch yourself.”

“Mm?” Their eyes met and Eren vaguely wondered if he looked as heady as she did from her perspective.

“I need y-you to touch yourself. Rub your clit for me, Mikasa.” Her hand moved almost immediately, the slowness of it making it seem like she was wrestling with whether to do it or not. He’s not sure what he felt when her lashes fluttered and her pelvis did this cute little jump and her lips got pulled between pearly teeth, but Eren knew what he’d come to know from the moment this began and it’s that he wants to fuck Mikasa so, so badly.

His pelvis began working on its own.

He could kind of feel it, the way her fingers moved. Slowly but surely her body loosened in his hold and her hole is gradually opening up to him and Eren aimed to keep himself together and not recklessly force his way inside like his blank wants to but the thought of what did Mikasa Ackerman think about when she masturbated was steadily taking over his thought processes.

There was some sort of ritual to how she touched herself. She so clearly knew exactly what to do with herself and when there was no company to use her condoms (plural), what thoughts got her fingers moving as fast as they were now? Was the sound of her finger dancing in slick the same when she was the one to bring herself satisfaction? The unbidden image had the speed of his inching thrusts increasing, strokes lengthening, pushing deeper and deeper into her little hole, spurred further on by the moans that seemed so loud but were of the most subtle featheriness.

The wish to see past the slight movements of her arm, see her finger slipping around between the legs he was keeping apart, see each circle and flick that had such pretty sounds falling from her lips entrapped Eren. He should tell her to quiet down, that anyone could pass by but that was the last thing on his mind feeling her nails scrape pleasurably at his cock as he sank further in, the ease increasing with the pulsating of her pussy muscles. A final push had Eren finally sheathed in the molten climate of her sex, hugged and snugged, head pressing in as far as it could go, the solid wall of her cervix causing tremors with each touch, the tight compression bordering painful and euphoric.

“Th – that’s enough,” he panted over her, sweat starting beginning to dot over their skin from the effort alone, the skin of her leg and his arm sticking together. He didn’t want her to come from that. Not at all.

“Ha – haa – Are y – you in? A – All the way?” The questions were answered by his cock fighting suction to get back out and breaking through it to get back in. Eren couldn’t tolerate anymore waiting or prep, the fingers already creating ditches in her soft flesh deepened into trenches as he forced a quick pace, pulling out halfway across and slamming back in. Mikasa cried out, the hand she’d covered in her own juices knocking over a can of air freshener as she reached for purpose. What he wouldn’t give to have another free hand to take them into his mouth and clean them up. Had the chemicals spilled out of their container the whole room surely would have combusted from the outrageous heat.

“L – Like th – at. Just l – mmm shit…”

If the taste of Ackerman was so scintillating, and the scent of her heady and addicting, then the feel of her silken cunt wrapped around his cock was a transcendent experience. He wanted to savor it, knowing just how much of an injustice his mind had done the lava like inside of this silken pussy, but Eren couldn’t be bothered with such a notion, so far gone in his exhaustive lusting after her, at finally getting what his body, mind had been feening for so voraciously, that he couldn’t have fucked her in any laggardly fashion if his life depended on it.

What a good way to die, pushing through the blissful pain of have his cock crammed in her cunt, thrusting as far as her body would physically allow him to go, the grip on her hip and knee junctures bruising to hold her steady for his assault. Eren pumped with wild abandon, feeling her pussy overflow, hearing their mixed fluids being forced about in the lewdest of sounds.

The frictions against the sensitive skin of his cock, his veins helping to create extra texture was sending him as he moved in and out of her, hips repeatedly hitting her pubic bone, forcing her into the shelf, the movement knocking the structure at the wall rhythmically as she tried to hang onto something while he made her weak on his dick. Mikasa shook from the brutal beating her pussy was receiving, chimes and hums choking in her throat with each lascivious stroke of her walls, moans and whines that quickly morphed into staccatoed cries with every dig into her cervix.

“Mgh – Fuck.”

“Cum – cumming.” Eren could feeling it feel it, the intensifying palpitating of her muscles blanking the increasing tightness in his own body, but it didn’t stop his frantic fucking into slick cunt. The slide was so easy, getting too easy. “’M gonna –

“A – All over my dick.” Her entire body tensed around him from those he could see in her so very appealing back to the ones he could feel of her legs in his palm. Tighter and tighter they got. “C’mon, Mikasa. Haa – All over me.” Until she snapped, spasm breaking out s a flood of warm liquid splattered beneath them. Eren couldn’t give even half a shit as she squirted, cum likely soiling his pants, dripping from his cock to his balls, hitting his thighs. His hips postponed into the mess Mikasa was making, fucking her through her orgasm, the hand sandwiched between her face and the shelf doing very little to quiet the unintelligible vocalizations of consummate pleasure.

The smack, smack, smacking of their bodies never faltered from peak to valley, but the front row seat to her undoing, of having an active part in it did wonders for the sensations tugging at his sack. He had to hold her body even tighter as chased his own, the erratic rippling and threshing of her pussy bringing Eren to a plane of existence he couldn’t have known existed before having Mikasa Ackerman.

The heady space he’d began this escapade in took him again. The smells and sounds of them together had him stretching her wider open, lifting her knee higher. The buckling of her standing leg meant nothing with the help of his other hand as he kept going. His eyes fluttered shut as he gave himself over completely to the experience that was Mikasa, but they opened just a quickly, interrupted by her rhythm breaking wiggling.

“Y – you’re not – haa – going anywhere this t – time either, Ackerman,” he said deciding to change up his tactic. Eren started rocking her body into his instead, pulling and pushing her back and forth along his dick, his arms tensing and releasing in rapid succession. The shelving following his movements perfectly as Ackerman held on tightly, various items he didn’t care to identify hitting the floor.

“T – Too much. It – It’s too m – mghhh.”

“Oh, i – is it,” he hissed through clenched teeth, the familiar pressure building in his balls making it hard to keep in the groaning breaths clawing at his burning chest. She tried to twist again but couldn’t escape his grip, foot stamping with another keening whimper. A feral grin twisted his face at her stuttered cries, but he didn’t stop, cock beating the shit out of that solid place he kept hitting despite the stinging in his muscles, regardless of the tightening in his abdomen he was now trying to put off.

“Haa – Ha – Hurr – y. Please, E – E – ren,” she sobbed, frantic, distressed and drowning. The plead of his name short-circuited his brain, made his ass clench in an attempt to hold off the wave beating down his down his door, hips faltering and cum fought its way from his sack.

Eren wanted to keep going, make her cry some more, here her say his name in another new way again, but he couldn’t stop or slow down to prevent himself from finishing if he tried. Not when Mikasa’s body seized a second time, everything about her cramping up as another gushing of warmth water-falling between them.

It was a need, a deep resounding need that was so much more than scratching that had been unreachable for weeks or having the validity of his existence undeniably recognized which forced him off a cliff, the tension in his body peaking before the fall. Breath stopped in his lungs. His brain refused to recognize any sound or visuals. There was nothing but the feeling of ejaculation, cum exploding white hot from his cock, flooding the tunnel it stuffed in before gushing out to make room for more. Wave after wave flew over him, sperm rushing to be free and fulfill their purpose of fertilization.

There was nothing to be aware of, nothing else that mattered until it was over.

Eren was a bowl of jelly when he dropped Mikasa’s leg, grip on her releasing fully to catch himself on the wall behind him. The urge to slide down to the floor like the drip of molasses was strong but he resisted, trying to open up his chest instead to regain he breath. Mind slow moving, all he could really tell was that he felt good, so good. Relaxed, mellowed, untroubled. Satisfied. Weeks of frustration took away the memory of what satiety felt like. This was it. Fuck, this was it.

It wasn’t too long before his eyes peeled open, the first sight they caught were of Ackerman (Mikasa?), who had pulled herself upright but still used the shelf for support. The heaviness of her breathing was punctuated by the visible up and down of her shoulders, her breath still not so loud as his. Her dress was still bunched, resting just over the curve of her bare ass. The material flirted with the stickiness on her skin as gravity threatened to pull it down. There was no way it wouldn’t be soiled with the amount of cum and juices that cover the insides of her legs, liquid glistening here and there in the dim light as it rolled down, likely to settle in her wobbling shoes.

She was a wreck. Looking down so was the floor. Looking around, the tidiness the little room had previously was ruined by fallen over supplies. Eren didn’t doubt his appearance was the same.

It was another few minutes before he could make himself move, but once he did, the first item snatched up was a stack of brown paper towel, the same kept in the restroom, wrapped in white plastic that gave his shaking fingers enough trouble to pull from the middle of the stack. Tossing the remainder to the side, clean up began. First with the small puddle he smirked weakly at on the floor, then the cream ring drying on his penis. Pants buckled and private parts tucked away, Eren carefully squatted behind Ackerman who had yet to move, careful not to rustle his very much so sensitive parts and began cleaning her up too.

Clearly, she was paying him no mind by the flinch from the first napkin dab, her head notably sluggish at turning over shoulder to look down at him. A pin drop could be heard as they held each other’s eyes, her expression unreadable to him. He didn’t let go as he gently felt the trembling in her legs, calve muscles straining to keep her ankles from rolling in he heels. Mikasa watched him wipe up her legs in silence and he watched her watch him until the task demanded he look away. It took quite a few paper towels, the crumpled pile growing as he made his way upwards, extra tender when getting to the handprint already beginning to bruise. Was her dress long enough to hide it?

As he made it near her inner thigh, Eren couldn’t help but look up and get 4k view of waste he’d laid to her sex, the swollen labia flushed together in a bright, angry shade of red. Semen still dripped slowly from the seam and coated the surrounding area, especially the upper thigh of the leg he hadn’t been holding up. He did that. That was all him. The feeling of accomplishment and pride couldn’t be helped.

“That’s enough.” He cleared his throat, shoving any opinions he felt away and stoop up immediately. Meeting Ackerman head on, he still was unsure of what her expression meant, of what she may be thinking outside the hand held out for the remaining stack of napkins. “Uh, Thanks.” By the way she glanced down, he wasn’t sure if it was for giving her the napkins or helping clean up.

“Yeah. Sure.” Awkwardness was beginning to take the atmosphere and silent stares continued. He didn’t know what to say. They’d had sex. Again. It was him this time. No arguments that brought it on, no questions asked, just him pulling Ackerman into a closet and basically bending her over. The reality of that settled over him, started sinking in.

“Can you turn around?” Doing so without response, the rustling of paper towel met his ears promptly while he wracked his brain, eyes scanning the texture of the wall as if it would have the answer he sought. What was wrong with him? What the fuck did he say? All this time, all the chasing, his brain refusing to slow down, and still that train hadn’t arrived at a station. Now that he initiated this and they’ve found themselves here again, was he supposed to say? ‘So…we’ve fucked. Twice now. It was pretty great. Both times. Thanks for not spreading the first time all over the office. I still can’t stand you…but we should do it again sometime.’

He blinked, the thought tacking itself to the end of his anxious, internal spiel startling him. They should do it again sometime? What? They just did it again.

“I’m done.” Turning back around, Mikasa had reclaimed her decency, the clear trash bag in her hands full of soiled paper towel. When had she grabbed that? No longer was she shaking, he thought the color of her face was more pallid than usual.

“You good?” Her eyes cut away, drifting to the side wall where a cabinet stood, to the door a bit behind him, to the floor between them.

“We should clean up.” Her bending down to gather up more napkins quickly stuffing them in the bag, huffing in annoyance when every time one missed. Eren didn’t follow, watching from above, his body casting a large shadow over her semi kneeling form. Stiff posture, tense muscles, the slightest tremor in her hand as another napkin escaped the bag had concern pinching his brow, but when he joined her, fingers reaching out to only for her to flinched back, eyes imitating a dear in headlights.

“Are…are you okay?” Putting the question between them again, he pulled himself back into his own space where it was looking like he should have stayed.

“Fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I said I’m fine, Yeager!” It was a reflex, really, how his hackles rose at the way she snapped at him. Did she think she could scare him into submission so he wouldn’t ask about her?

“Oh yeah, perfectly enough to be a bitch like usual. Forgive me for being a decent human being and checking on you when you’re obviously lying about your wellbeing, my mistake.”

“You’re right. Your mistake. No need to check on someone who’s such a bitch anyway.”

“Typical,” he scoffed. “Fucking typical.”

“Yes, ‘fucking typical.’ Any other lines in this tired back and forth you want to run through?”

“I don’t get you, Ackerman.” He stood up, hands thrown in the air.

“And you’re not going to. You think suddenly my conscience is going to download in through your dick because you put it in me?”

“What the fuck is your problem? I only asked if you were okay!” Toss the bag down, it made the softest rustle, material deflating softly unlike the quickness with which she shot to her feet. Whatever he saw in her face before was gone, replaced by the same look that always made him think she thought she was taller than him.

“And I answered but that wasn’t good enough and that’s my damn problem! Just because you have a penis, everything is supposed to bend to your will?!”

“Well, you bent over, didn’t you?” It was the worst thing he could have said. Eren knew that. He did. Mostly because he wasn’t even sure what Ackerman was talking about or the correlation between his genitals and his will. The words came from that place that thoughts rarely entered. They were thrown out of his mouth in anger before they could be caught.

The air was growing stale between them, and he didn’t dare say anything else, wondering if his expression held the same wide-eyed shock as her or if he managed to keep his face schooled to make it look like he meant and meant to say what he said.

He didn’t know what she was going to do. Smiling definitely wasn’t it; however, it wasn’t the smile she gave their coworkers, or the one she made feeling a warm stack of copies, or even the one he saw after successfully digging a piece of candy from her pocket. No this was the smile Eren felt she saved specifically for him. From the top of his head, it could best be described as a “mean girl” smile. It was one that made it seem like he’d dribbled on his shirt, like she was superior, standing above him in every way, like he was lucky to be graced by her presence, like she knew everything that went on ever, like she was so benevolent to give a loser like him the time of day.

“Y’know, Yeager, it’s crazy how you just can’t get enough me.”

“Really, Ackerman? That’s the best you have? Are you upset that it wasn’t a lie?” Okay. This was the path he was going down. “I get plenty enough of you.”

“Who with eyes would think that. searching for me day in and day out. Calling my phone constantly and going so far as to invade other people’s spaces just to do it.”

“That’s what happens when you ignore someone.”

“No, stalking and harassment don’t happen when you ignore someone. Following them around, waiting to jump out from places definitely doesn’t happen at all. Unless they’re obsessed with you.”

“I am anything but obsessed with you.” Yet the anxiousness unfurling in his chest only continued as her head tilted, smile growing. Like a bloodhound, she could probably smell.

“Ah, how can you be with how repulsive I am.

“Sickening.”

“Mhm.”

“Disgusting.”

“Revolting, right?”

“Absolutely.” The lack of conviction was not lost on Eren nor Mikasa, the insults only making her smirk grow.

“Just admit it, Yeager. You were wrong and just like every other guy in this office – how did you put it? Oh, yeah, dying to fuck me. You claim to be so different from them yet here you are chasing after my skirt just like the rest of them, not taking that I have no desire or intention of speaking to you very well.”

“Chasing you because you’re so childish that you want to play the silent treatment in this environment is far off base from chasing your skirt. Get of your high horse.”

“Yet here we are. I didn’t drag us into the closet. It wasn’t me. Funny way to want to deal with the silent treatment. Go on. Just say you want to fuck me. Get it out of the way like all the other men here have.”

“You let me fuck you!”

“It might make you feel better to admit it. All this time you’ve been resisting and being mean just because you thought I was fuckable. Like a little boy on the playground, honestly.”

“Ackerman, you’re the one who started this in the first place!” Was she not hearing him? Hearing herself?

“And you’ve been trying to get more ever since, Yeager.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Are you ready to fall in line yet?”

“Shut up.”

“Can I ask you how high you want to jump yet, or do you need another round?”

“Is that how you got everyone else here trained? It figures that you keep so many condoms in your office because you need to keep everyone compliant by being a free-use fuck hole.”

“Wooow. Slut allegations coming from the office mattress. Hilarious,” she laughed, hands giving a few sarcastic claps. All the way to the door, Ackerman laughed. The sound grated at him, sharpening his irritation at her insinuations, the frustrations of being unheard, the sinking feeling of the possibility that one or both of them were right. “You’re right. I’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. My other little minions might be upset to know they’re not the only ones.” With ease, the door swung open under grip, the brighter light from the corridor illuminating a triumphant smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I have an appoint in the Electric and Data closet on hall two. Got another underling to keep compliant.”

Eren stared blank-faced at the door long after it had closed behind her, the clicking of heels completely faded, kept immobile with confusion of how things had turned on its head. The anger at said confusion was another thing altogether because his cluelessness and ire extended far beyond questioning the truth to Ackerman’s departing words, or her goading ones of asking was he ready to do her bidding. It wasn’t directed so much at her as it was himself, not only because of much that had been said but his own reaction to it.

Thoughts warred in his head of what to do. To chase after her again or not. It was met with a whisper of wondering if he was indeed after her skirt or was he needing to have the last word. It kicked up an internal whirlwind that he did not want to think about or consider for the simple fact of what an unwanted answer could mean. The avoidance eventually sparked him to action.

Instead of trying to figure out what emotion was sitting in his stomach, Eren opted to finish cleaning up the mess left behind. Of course, she’d leave him on cleanup duty again. And of course, he’d do it since he was an underling now. No! No. It wasn’t for her but for himself. After such and embarrassingly shit showing in front of Mr. Smith, all he needed was to be found out having intercourse during work hours and inside the office. He was cleaning for his own peace of mind, sure that he would sleep better knowing his reproductive DNA wasn’t all over.

This time he left nothing behind, using the already available supplies to get rid of the smell of sex, made overbearingly obvious once the door was open and the closet began airing out. Nothing was broken or of value which he found himself thankful and every item found a place back where it belonged. Everything except for Ackerman’s intricately laced thong that had been kicked aside in their hurry and forgotten in the aftermath. He scowled at the things before tossing them back aside, cleaning steadily, leaving the place better than they’d found it, the smell of chemicals soothing and allowing for the drowning out of any thoughts of what he’d done, of Ackerman, and her sullied undergarments.

It could only be put off for so long, though. The was left to pick them up, a thin strap hanging of his index finger, swinging precariously underneath his stare. To be frank, Eren knew the obvious answer was to toss them into the trash with everything else. They were already in the custodial closet; the cleaning staff would not go through the trash here let alone see it since they just thought it was left over. No one would know that Ackerman was walking around the office commando with his cum sitting warm inside her cunt. If he left them in there, hidden amongst the trash.

If.

He could just as easily leave them in the middle of the flow to be found. Surely the staff were instructed to report things like this, and her DNA would be all over it. There would be no question of whom they belonged to. Would she publicly point a finger at him? Possibly. He wouldn’t put it past Ackerman to try and take him down with her or to use her familial ties and somehow flip the script, but it was doubtful considering the lengths gone through to show no association with him. Blowing everything up for her was a surefire way to prove he’d never be her sniveling lackey. If he left them to be found in the middle of the floor.

If.

Or he could take them. The thought kicked up a new flurry of conflicting feels, the arguments going on inside his head like that fireworks, plentiful, intense, but over in an instant to make way for a new one. What need did he have for them. He wasn’t some weirdo. Taking them meant he was a weirdo, and it would make Ackerman right. It was her fault for leaving them in here. What could anyone really expect him to do? Was she so used to walking about without underwear that she didn’t even notice?

If that was the case, it was only fair that he got to keep them! If all her other conquests got to keep a souvenir then he’d earned these two times over now! Why would he want a trophy for –

It was for leverage. The one bit of evidence that he’d keep just like the chair had been, however unintentional. He’d be able to taunt Ackerman with it if necessary. There. Perfectly sound reasoning to take his payment. Balling up the thong, Eren stuffed it in his pocket, the material already being singed by the barely-there weight. Except it felt so heavy in his pants as he slipped out of the closet just in time to see the conference room doors open. It felt even heavier as he sped around an upcoming corner to avoid being seen by the same coworkers that witnessed the shame of his removal from said room by their boss. Nevermind that many of them would be passing by the same room that he’d just left. What if the meeting had ended earlier? He expected it would have gone fast without the added interruptions, but he supposed Mr. Smith wanted to make sure everything was especially well for Pyxis’s upcoming visit.

Still, he couldn’t help but think of the potential of them being caught again and this time by someone who would be as relenting as Armin and Annie. All that he’d risked without a second thought and for what? Even he knew his recklessness had some purpose to it. And yes, he did want her to stop ignoring him, but could he honestly say that was why they had sex again at his initiation of it? Was…Ackerman right despite the way and reason she said it? The questions and the fact he was considering her accusations to have truth in them plagued Eren. Back and forth his mind went between resisting thinking on it and wanting to figure this out. He wasn’t very productive the rest of the day.

Or that evening when he spent far too long contemplating the blue scrap of fabric as it lay next to the note Ackerman left on his windshield the day she beat a sizable dent into his passenger side. Out of frustration, he swept the them both into the nightstand drawer and tried to make himself busy, key word being tried. It was Thursday! He was supposed to be excited.

The typical anticipation he felt on said day was nowhere to be found.

In the comfort of his own home where he didn’t have to think about work, intrusive thoughts of Ackerman invaded. The most random things gave him Ackerman. The same predicament he’d been in for the weeks leading up to the day’s sexual escapades was renewed. For so long she took up majority of all his thoughts in some form and whatever relief the satiation he’d thought himself to have received earlier was just the explosion of a bomb that had been steadily counting down. Now it had been replaced. It ticked, ticked, ticked away at his crumbling sanity as he fought not to get up from the couch, did his utmost best to pretend the box of tissues was alone on the end table, to not change the channel to some more conducive to the apparent need he was resisting.

Like all the times before, he was met with a resounding failure that confirmed all of his fears. In the end, he had fallen into the clutches of Mikasa Ackerman’s hot body, perhaps even lost focus of his goal despite kind of achieving it because a tight cunt called his name and whispered filth in his ear until he couldn’t resist and succumbed wholeheartedly.

It was a particularly devastating realization for Eren.

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