In Your Shoes

Chapter 3

T/W and tags: Romantic/tender, play fighting, cunnilingus, now & zen/side-side, lazy girl/the dragon, and creampie.

Request details: Self-publish. Male Reader x Mikasa, Modern AU (though also ambiguous). 2nd person present(ish) perspective.

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You walk through the hallway towards the living room, silently fuming under the drizzling clouds of melancholy. Your face is bland, tired. Back and shoulders are slumped and weakened, disinterested, and unwilling to keep a proper posture.

Mikasa is sitting on the couch, her legs partially curled up onto the cushion with a book in her hands. Her attention shifts to you as you walk in, the book fraying from her focus as she nonchalantly marks her place. She gives you a short, interested smile as you round the corner of the couch.

Plopping onto the couch with a loud sigh, you turn to her squarely. A similarly short, interested smile creeps up your lips as you lean in towards her. Groaning loudly in mental anguish, you bury your face between her breasts with gusto, happily recognizing the lack of a bra. Rubbing your cheekbones against the mounds on either side of your face, your nose brushes against her sternum as the welcoming gaiety begins displacing your nebulous blues.

She giggles loudly, her hands brushing through your hair wordlessly.

You cut your shoulder into the couch between her and the backrest, wedging yourself between her and the seat. Arms wrap around her lower back and twist her away from the couch. The moment you can slip your hand under her butt you wrap your spare arm around her, too. A firm jerk-tugging motion wrests her from her seat, sliding yourself under her and pulling her on top of you.

Her giggling rises to a hearty laugh, a short yelp sprouting from her throat as you catch her on top of yourself and bury your head between her breasts again. The arm around her waist feels her arm grab behind her, latching onto the arm below her butt. Her other arm presses against the couch beside your head, trying to steady herself while laughing. You rub your face into her, enjoying the warm feeling of her mounds against the sides of your face.

Mumbling something incoherent into her, she speaks clearly, "Hmmm... Hi-ya Babe!" You can't see her smiling, but you can feel it in her chest, warm and wide. Her chin touches the top of your head as she looks down at you vainly.

Again, you mumble something incomprehensible into her chest, coming out as a choppy, muffled groan. No matter. The words aren't important anyhow; the important part is the feeling of holding your woman close to the chest. And the joyful embrace of her breasts around your face, draining away the unwelcome dejection previously looming in your head.

Seconds tick by in silence and stillness as you hold her to you, her straining at the slight asymmetry of balance while she enjoys your affection.

She begins to say something, feeling the rush of air in her lungs vibrating her chest. You rub your face into her again, relishing the ever-inviting bosom.

"Is there something I can do for you, Babe?" Mikasa asks ardently, trying to run the fingers of her supporting arm through your hair as she looks at the mass of hair hiding your face under her chest.

You mumble into her chest once more. She still cannot understand you.

Her legs straddle you, legs folding to themselves as she pushes against the couch to sit up. You relax your grip around her waist and butt, letting her rise. She grinds herself into your waist as she sits up, a hand on your chest with an inviting smile still gracing her face.