Three days after the exhilarating ball party, our fierce warrior Mikasa finds herself in a bit of a predicament. Late to her training in the Survey Corps and, believe it or not, without her keys! With nowhere else to turn, she decides to crash at Jean's house for the night.
Now, you might be thinking, "What's the big deal?" But for Mikasa, this is more than just a sleepover. As she lays there, staring at the ceiling, her mind races. Here she is, a top soldier, feeling a bit vulnerable. It's a rare moment of pause for someone who usually charges headfirst into battle.
She reflects on her feelings for Jean, which have always been a mix of camaraderie and something deeper. Is it okay to lean on someone else? Can she allow herself to be just Mikasa and not the indomitable warrior everyone expects?
The candlelight flickered weakly in Jean's room, casting long shadows across the walls. Mikasa lay sprawled across his bed, still in her Survey Corps uniform, her boots kicked off haphazardly. She was too exhausted to even undress—her muscles ached from days of relentless training, her mind numb from the weight of grief.
Jean emerged from the shower, a towel slung low around his hips, water dripping down his toned chest. He sighed as he saw her, passed out on his sheets, her raven hair fanned out messily.
"Mikasa," he murmured, sitting beside her. His fingers brushed a stray lock from her face. "I know you're tired, but let's get you undressed first. Then we'll sleep."
She didn't stir.
With careful hands, he unbuckled her straps, peeling away the layers of her uniform until she lay bare before him—her skin pale in the dim light, her curves soft and inviting. His breath hitched. He had seen her like this before, but never so vulnerable, so his.
Unable to resist, he discarded his towel, his arousal already evident. He climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he hovered over her.
"Mikasa," he whispered again, this time against her lips before slipping his tongue into her mouth.
She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open, dazed. "Nn… not anymore… I can't now…" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Jean smirked, nipping at her bottom lip. "If you became my wife, I'd fuck you daily," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs.
Before she could protest, he thrust into her, hard and deep.
Mikasa gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure and exhaustion warred within her. "J-Jean—!"
He didn't slow down. His hips snapped against hers, each movement rough, possessive. His mouth claimed hers again, swallowing her moans as his tongue tangled with hers.
She was too tired to fight it—too tired to resist the way her body responded to him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pounded into her, the bed creaking beneath them.
"Louder," he demanded against her lips. "Let me hear you."
And she did.
Her cries filled the room, raw and unfiltered, as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. Jean didn't stop—not until she was shaking beneath him, her legs trembling around his waist.
When he finally spilled inside her, he collapsed onto the sheets, breathless. But he wasn't done.
His fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping between her folds, teasing her sensitive flesh.
"J-Jean—!" she gasped, her hips jerking as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles.
"You said you couldn't take anymore," he taunted, watching her squirm. "But your body says otherwise."
Mikasa bit her lip, her thighs clamping around his hand as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right.
"Ahhh—! Fuck!" Her back arched, her walls clamping around him as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Jean chuckled darkly, kissing her neck. "You're insatiable."
When she finally came down from her high, her limbs heavy and her mind blissfully blank, she turned her head to look at him.
"Jean…" she breathed, her voice hoarse. "You're a beast."
He grinned, pulling her against his chest. "And you love it."
For the first time in months, Eren's face didn't haunt her thoughts.
Instead, all she felt was Jean's warmth—and the undeniable truth that she wanted