Mikasa's Long-Awaited Passion: A Devotion Rekindled in the Aftermath of War

The dust of their hard-won peace had settled, but the echoes of conflict lingered in the quiet of their shared chambers. Mikasa Ackerman, her gaze distant yet focused, traced the scars on her hands, each a testament to battles fought and lives lost. Tonight, however, the stillness was a different kind of battlefield, one where her heart, long shielded by duty and resilience, yearned for a different kind of conquest. Across the room, bathed in the soft glow of a single oil lamp, sat Eren Yeager, his presence a constant, powerful anchor in her turbulent world. The exhaustion of their struggle was etched on his face, yet beneath it, a fire still burned, a fire she knew intimately, a fire that mirrored her own deepest desires.

She watched him, the way his chest rose and fell with each slow breath, the way his strong arms, once wielded with such ferocity against titans, now rested idly on his knees. Years of shared hardship, of life and death hanging by a thread, had forged a bond between them that transcended mere camaraderie. It was a fierce, protective love that had always simmered beneath the surface, a love she had suppressed, believing it a luxury they could not afford in a world teeming with monsters. But the monsters were gone, and in their wake, a fragile, precious peace had bloomed. And with that peace, a longing, a craving, began to unfurl within her, a longing for the man who was both her protector and her heart's true home.

He finally looked up, his emerald eyes, so often filled with a fierce, unwavering resolve, now softened with a tender understanding. A faint smile touched his lips, a smile that sent a tremor through Mikasa's body. "You're quiet tonight, Mikasa," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in her very soul. "Thinking of the past?"

Mikasa shook her head, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. "No," she replied, her voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. "Thinking of the present. Of… us." The word hung in the air, charged with a significance that neither of them could ignore. Her gaze met his, and in that shared look, a silent conversation unfolded, a symphony of unspoken desires and years of pent-up yearning.

Eren’s smile widened, a hint of something predatory, yet achingly tender, in its depths. He rose, his movements fluid and powerful, a predator surveying his prey, but with a profound reverence. He crossed the distance between them, his steps measured, each one increasing the palpable tension in the room. Mikasa’s breath hitched as he stopped before her, his shadow engulfing her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the sheer, unadulterated maleness of him, a stark contrast to the cold steel and blood she was so accustomed to.

He reached out, his calloused fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, then her cheek. His touch was like a brand, searing her skin, igniting a fire deep within her belly. "Us," he echoed, his voice husky. "It’s taken us long enough to finally be here, hasn't it?" His thumb brushed against her lips, and Mikasa instinctively leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a fleeting moment, savoring the exquisite sensation. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a war drum, a rhythm that spoke of anticipation and a desire so fierce, it threatened to consume her.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers, a feather-light touch that promised more. Mikasa’s hands, usually so steady, trembled as she reached up, her fingers tangling in his unruly hair, drawing him closer. Their lips met, tentative at first, then with a growing urgency. It was a kiss born of years of unspoken love, of stolen glances and near-death experiences, a kiss that tasted of shared trauma and an undeniable, profound connection. The world outside the lamplit room ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, the soft glow of the lamp, and the burgeoning passion that threatened to erupt.

Eren’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. She could feel the hard planes of his chest, the strength in his embrace, and it made her feel both protected and utterly vulnerable. His tongue, bold and insistent, explored her mouth, a dance of passion that left her breathless and craving more. Mikasa responded with equal fervor, her body pressing against his, a silent plea for him to take her, to claim her, to finally give voice to the desires that had been building within them for so long.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breathing ragged. "Mikasa," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long." His gaze, dark and intense, searched hers, and she saw in its depths a reflection of her own burning need. "I've always loved you, more than anything."

Tears pricked at her eyes, tears of relief, of joy, of a love so profound it felt overwhelming. "And I, you, Eren," she confessed, her voice choked with emotion. "Always." She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her body aching for his. Her uniform, a symbol of her past, felt constricting, a barrier to the intimacy she craved.

Eren’s hands moved to the fastenings of her uniform, his touch both gentle and determined. He unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the pale skin beneath, the faint scars that marked her journey. He traced them with his lips, his touch a reverent caress, each kiss a testament to her strength and resilience. Mikasa shivered, her breath catching in her throat as his lips moved lower, down her neck, to the delicate curve of her collarbone. She felt a profound sense of surrender, of trust, as she allowed him to undress her, her body responding with an eagerness she had never known.

When her uniform lay in a discarded heap on the floor, Mikasa stood before him, exposed and vulnerable, yet filled with a burgeoning confidence. Eren’s gaze swept over her, a look of pure adoration and hunger in his eyes. He, too, shed his own clothes, his powerful physique revealed in the dim light. Mikasa's breath hitched. His body was a testament to years of brutal training, of enduring hardship, yet now, before her, it was also a vessel of raw, untamed desire.

He knelt before her, his hands reaching for the hem of her remaining undergarments. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled them down, exposing her to his gaze. Mikasa’s cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze, her heart pounding with a mixture of shyness and exhilaration. Her body was lean, toned from years of rigorous training, but tonight, it felt soft, yielding, and intensely receptive to his touch. She watched, captivated, as his eyes lingered on her, a possessive gleam in their depths.

His gaze, however, kept returning to the curve of her hips, the way her small, tight ass seemed to beckon. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the delicate skin of her inner thigh, then slowly, deliberately, tracing the firm, rounded swell of her buttocks. Mikasa gasped, a soft, involuntary sound, as his touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. His fingers lingered there, his touch firm yet incredibly sensitive, and she found herself unconsciously arching her back, pressing her tight ass against his hand, seeking more of his touch.

Eren chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of satisfaction. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He then moved his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her lips. "You're beautiful, Mikasa. More beautiful than I ever imagined." He stood, pulling her into his arms, their bodies pressing together, naked and fully aroused. The friction of their skin against each other sent waves of heat through Mikasa’s body. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her, a promise of the pleasure to come.

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her towards the bed. The worn mattress creaked slightly as he laid her down. Mikasa’s eyes remained locked on his, a silent communication passing between them. He positioned himself above her, his weight settling onto the bed, his gaze never leaving hers. He lowered his head, his lips finding hers again, a kiss more passionate, more demanding than any before. Mikasa responded with equal intensity, her hands exploring his back, feeling the taut muscles, the strength that had always been her sanctuary.

His hands moved down her body, a slow, exquisite exploration. He caressed her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened and tingled. Mikasa moaned, a soft, broken sound of pure pleasure. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her, to worship her. Mikasa cried out, her fingers clenching in his hair as the sensation overwhelmed her. She had never experienced anything so intensely pleasurable, so utterly consuming.

As his ministrations continued, Mikasa’s hips began to move instinctively, seeking him, craving the deeper connection. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him fill her completely. Her gaze met his, and she saw the raw, untamed desire in his eyes, a desire that mirrored her own. "Eren," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Please."

He pulled away, his eyes blazing. He shifted his position, his strong thighs parting hers. Mikasa spread her legs wider, an invitation, a surrender. He positioned himself at her entrance, his arousal pressing against her. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of release. He looked at her, a silent question in his eyes, and Mikasa nodded, her heart soaring with a mixture of trepidation and pure, unadulterated desire.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her. Mikasa cried out, a sharp intake of breath as she felt him fill her, stretching her, making her feel whole. It was a sensation of profound completion, a fusion of their bodies and souls. His eyes, dark and filled with raw passion, met hers. He remained still for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his gaze a silent promise of the pleasure that was to come. Mikasa wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her body instinctively responding to his rhythm. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, their bodies finding a natural, primal rhythm.

The soft gasps and moans that filled the room were a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mikasa’s fingers dug into his back, her body arching and thrusting against him, meeting his every move. She felt herself nearing a precipice, a point of no return. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure building within her. She looked into Eren’s eyes, saw the sweat glistening on his brow, the fierce concentration on his face, and knew he was on the edge with her.

His thrusts became deeper, more powerful, each one sending ripples of ecstasy through her. She cried out his name, her voice raw with pleasure. "Eren! Eren!" He responded with a guttural groan, his body tensing as he pushed deeper into her. Their bodies met with a thunderous crescendo, a shared climax that left them both breathless and trembling. Mikasa felt a profound sense of release, a shattering of all her inhibitions, as the pleasure coursed through her. She felt him pulsate within her, the warmth of his semen filling her, a tangible symbol of their union.

He collapsed onto her, his body heavy, his breathing ragged. He buried his face in her neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against her skin. Mikasa held him tight, her own body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. The silence that followed was not one of emptiness, but of profound contentment, of a peace that had been hard-won and was now, finally, hers to savor.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes, still clouded with passion, met hers. A soft smile touched his lips. "That was… everything," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. Mikasa smiled back, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached her eyes. "Yes," she agreed, her voice soft but firm. "Everything." She ran a hand through his damp hair, her heart filled with a love so deep, so pure, it felt like a miracle. They lay there for a long time, intertwined, the warmth of their bodies a comforting solace, the promise of a shared future, built on a passion as fierce and enduring as their love, now a beautiful reality.