ymir has little patience, especially when it comes to your shenanigans. when she comes back to your shared dorm one night after a hard day of classes to find it a mess...let's just say you thought you would save yourself if you got in the shower.
ymir took her clothes off and changed to a shirt and shorts, plopping down to your bed and scrolling through her phone. a ding made her jump slightly, turning to look at your phone that was left on the side table. a text from eren, reading 'come over at 8'. she was ready to take a picture of herself and reply but you were already coming out of the bathroom, body still damp and clad in a small towel.
"ymir? when did you get here?" you asked, fishing a pair of clean underwear from the floor.
"around the time when eren texted you to go to his dorm." you tried taking your phone from her hands, but she threw it across the room to her own bed.
"he's tutoring me."
"really? tutoring was the occasion that made the room like this?"
"ymir-"
"come here." she opened her arms and you slipped in her embrace, your cotton towel on the floor with one swift move from her.
"i'll be late."
"i'll make it quick. you have a boyfriend to get to." ymir wore her shit-eating grin as she flipped you over, hovering over you to plant a kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck and collarbones. she didn't waste any time to roam her hands down your body, teasing your sensitive nipples, squeezing your hips until she spread your thighs open.
"were you wet thinking about your tutor? aw, poor baby."
"ymir, don't be mean." you sighed, shutting your eyes when her fingers ghosted your clit.
"mean? do you not want me to give you an orgasm, baby?" she chuckled and started rubbing circles on your sensitive spot as her other hand trailed down to your slit.
"faster." you whispered as she pressed two fingers in you, curling them to hit that spot that made you see stars. your legs wrapped around the small of her waist, bringing her closer to kiss her lips softly. between moans and grunts, the kiss was more just tongues grazing against each other and moaning into each other's mouths. ymir picked up the pace and abandoned your clit to wrap those fingers around your throat.
"wanna come? you're gonna come already, baby? that's pathetic." she whispered in your ear when your walls started clenching and fluttering around her fingers, practically swallowing them in.
"yes, yes, fuck ymir! i'm comi-"
"no, you're fucking not. on my lap." the brunette flipped you over and lain on the bed, propping her hands behind her head to have a better look at you. "if you don't come on my thigh you're not leaving."
"ymir, please -want you so bad."
"hurry up then. or maybe you want your tutor to give you a lesson or two?"
"no, no. only you, always." you mumbled and peppered kisses down Ymir's throat before you straightened your back and spread your thighs around one of her own.
"good girl." she squeezed your hip and guided you down until your core met with her muscled and tan thigh. you hesitantly rocked your body, feeling yourself glide up and down easily. your folds rubbed painfully good as you came close to your orgasm. ymir's hands played with your nipples again, stimulating you enough for you to throw your head back and moan.
"that's right. using my thigh to get off like a little slut. do it faster, i don't have all day."
you begun riding ymir's thigh almost desperately, it was stimulating enough to bring you close to your climax but at the same time, not enough to push you over the edge. you whined when ymir's fingers toyed with your clit, and surprisingly that was enough for you to gush all over her leg, cunt fluttering around nothing. your movements stopped and your body fell down over hers, trying to catch your breath as she left soft kisses and rough bites on your neck and shoulders.
"now go get tutored, if you do well i might fuck you tonight." ymir threw you off the bed, only for a pile of your clothing to save your fall.
