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"that was such a good movie"
"it was shit connie"
"how would you know? you were eating the whole way through sasha"
"come on guys. stop"
"we shouldn't have let connie pick the movie"
"for once I agree with you yeager"
"JEAN, EREN-"
"I can't believe it"
"guys let's go home, it's late"
"let's go y/n" mikasa pulled your arm to her car.
"bye guys!" you waved at everyone, watching them get smaller and smaller. you sat in the car, and silently laid your head on the window whilst mikasa drove to her joint apartment with eren and armin.
"oh, mika, I don't have any spare clothes"
"don't worry, you won't be needing them" what was that supposed to mean? you shrugged it off, and saw you had pulled into her place. you jumped out of the car and stretched your arms up, revealing your mid drift slightly. you felt someone's eyes on you so you looked around,
"no one's here. it's just me and mika" you whispered under your breath. mikasa opened the door and took your hand, pulling you in and closing the door. she practically dragged you into her room.
"mika, what's wrong?"
she didn't say anything, just turned around to look you in the eyes. she closed the distance between you and hugged you, leaving nothing untouched. her hands started moving around your body.
"darling you're so pretty it hurts" she whispered into your ear. you shivered as she put her thigh inbetween your legs. she pushed you against the wall and tugged at your shirt, looking up at you. you kissed her, feeling fireworks explode in your chest. she took your top off and threw it on the floor. then your jeans, you pull away from the kiss and help her. her grey eyes travel your body and meet your e/c eyes,
you pull her top off and slide your hands behind her back. you snap her bra off and let it drop to the floor. your lips meet, moving in rhythm. your tongues dancing to the beat of your hearts. your hands travel on the muscles of her back whilst you passionately make out.
"y/n..."
she picked you up and softly placed you on her bed, everything she did was soft- even though she could brake anything if she ever thought about it. you didn't want her to be soft, you wanted her to destroy you. you didn't want her to hold back, never again.
