Dangerous

Homemade.

Three weeks and four days.

That's how long it's been ever since you and Mikasa's little exchange in the bathroom. After what happened between the two of you, she had started noticing your presence more and easily shy away with a blush on her face. You'd just simply gesture back to her with one of your sly smirks or playfully making dirty motions with your hands. No one had necessarily caught on to your little interactions and every day Mikasa's desire for you grew. Every time she'd look at your lips, she could only think back to when they were against her or how they were placed on the hot wetness of her pussy. Or how your hands handled her body like a master, touching every sensitive part of her body and pleasing her as if you had done it thousands of times before. She'd always find herself aching for it again, her only source of pleasure being her fingers.

So when you showed up on her doorstep like an old friend, she was surprised.

"Huh, nice place Ackerman. I knew you had money to keep yourself steady but I didn't think it'd be like this. It's a lot nicer than what I own."

Mikasa wanted to say she regretted opening the door to you but she knew that would've been a blatant lie.

"How'd you know where I live?" She was dumbfounded at your sudden presence, unsure what to do as your taller form intimidatingly towered over her, your eyes burning into her own.

"Jean. He owed me a favor anyways." You said, smirking as you noticed how uneasy Mikasa looked, stepping closer to her. You were so tall, it was infuriating and the way you carried yourself could make anyone feel inferior. You were bold and very expressive about what you felt, something that Mikasa learned the hard way.

"I've seen the way you've been looking at me, Mikasa. You've been thinking about me a lot, haven't you?" You cooed, gently caressing Mikasa's face with your hand, noticing how she leaned into your touch almost as if she was starving for it.

"You've been thinking about me while you touch yourself? Don't you wish I was there with you?"

"Yeah. All the time."

"Mmm, I bet you do. Couldn't find anyone willing to fuck you so you decide to settle down for me... I thought you'd be better than that, Ackerman." You hummed playfully, pulling away from Mikasa and leaving some space between the two of you, noticing how her face faltered with disappointment when your touch went away.

"I see you're dressed and ready to go. You plan on going out with those friends of yours?"

"Just to a little café on the other side of town, nothing too special. Did... you want to come?" You shook your head.

"I came here to have a little date with you but it seems you've got other things to do. I can always come back."

Mikasa caught you by the arm just as soon as you turned around, averting her eyes to avoid your gaze.

"I can just tell everyone I had to cancel. If that's alright with you..." You casually shrugged your shoulders.

"Alright, well, just come in and make yourself comfortable. I'll call Eren and let him know,"

Just hearing that name sparked annoyance in you. Eren this, Eren that... It was just about the only person that could spark some tension within you just by being mentioned.