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It was a Friday night, and Armin had invited his two best friends over to his house for a night of fun. To Armin, this night of fun consisted of showing off his new couch gifted to him by his grandfather as a years-late high school graduation gift, as well as having a (non-prized) tournament on his new Mortal Kombat game.
“Grandpa told me that Ashley’s furniture was having a good sale!” Armin exclaimed proudly as his two best friends followed him down the stairs of his basement. “It might be because the couch is orange, but hey, it’s comfortable, so I don’t mind!”
Eren and Mikasa saw the view of the orange two-seater couch that was placed directly against his wall, facing his large-screen tv. There were a couple big green couch pillows, as well as one smaller black couch pillow with a giant Storm Trooper etched on it.
“Is that the pillow Annie made you?” Mikasa asked, holding her own many-folded black blanket decorated with zodiac signs against herself. Armin’s basement was always cold, so she intended to come prepared. “She was telling me about it.”
“Didn’t she do such a great job?” Armin asked, picking up the pillow and snuggling it to his face before plopping on the couch. “She’s seriously the best.”
Armin took a hand and tapped the seat next to him, indicating that he wants Mikasa and Eren to sit down next to him. The new couple looked at each other before going over to sit on the other seat of the couch. They were happy for Armin’s couch, truly- who doesn’t love receiving furniture as a gift?! But the space was a little tight, with them being able to fit but not too comfortably.
It's not like the three friends minded sitting so close to each other. The trio had been best friends since the 3rd grade, going through so many life transitions together. Even after they all graduated high school a couple years ago, going their separate ways to different colleges, they made sure to constantly stay in touch, making sure to hang out with each other during their breaks. After all they’ve been through, including many sleepovers in various setting, tight fits on couches weren’t that big a deal.
Eren and Mikasa’s own relationship had developed during their time away in separate colleges. Though they grew up as best friends all the way until high school graduation, they somehow grew even closer during their time away from each other in their respective colleges. Confessions of feelings long had eventually ensued, and by the recent end of their sophomore year (which had only been a month ago), they decided to make their relationship official to become boyfriend and girlfriend.
However, their relationship had not gone physical yet, besides kissing and phone sex.
“Are you guys comfortable?” Armin asked as he reached over to grab the PlayStation controllers, handing one over to Eren.
“Yeah, it’s a solid couch.” Eren affirmed, “only a little cramped. But as long as we’re able to play the game without our elbows beating the shit outta each other, then it should be all good, right?”
“Shit, I didn’t think about that!” Armin replied. “I can sit on the floor, since you guys are my guest!”
“I can just sit on or across Eren’s lap instead.” Mikasa said casually as she unfolded her big blanket to put over herself. “His legs are long enough so that I shouldn’t get in the way of your hands and sight.”
Eren smiled at his beautiful girlfriend as he reached up his head to release his hair from his bun. It truly was cold down here, and his neck was beginning to feel it. But also, he knew Mikasa especially liked his long hair when it was down. While she has a goth phase in high school, she was currently having a grunge phase in college; she would often tell him that he resembled a sexy 90s Eddie Vedder. Mikasa herself had replaced black lipsticks with various shades of browns and reds, her formerly put-up hair now much longer and worn down, reaching her back. She was wearing a green tight-fitting cami dress with no bra or tights, having left her accompanying flannel she wore earlier in the car. He doesn’t think she realizes how gorgeous she was, how much he thought about what she'd look like without clothes on.
Or maybe she did know, if the dirty words she encouraged to him over the phone as he slid his fist up and down his dick the night before were to be believed.
“Sure.” Eren said with a slight smile on his face, hoping his voice sounded matter-of-fact and innocent, the opposite of the images going through his brain right now.
“Problem solved!” Armin shrugged. He wasn’t thinking much about it. He just really wanted to finally try two-player fighter mode on the game. He had spent all night last night defeating story mode, and now he was on a mission to unlock more players, which could only happen the more he played.
The couple readjusted on the other seat, so that Eren took up most the seat while Mikasa sat on his lap, covering the blanket over the both of them.
“Make yourselves comfortable with the pillows if you want, too,” Armin said. “Maybe setting the pillows up between us will block our elbows from hitting each other.”
After the pillows were readjusted, Armin loaded the game and began blabbering about different characters and their significance in the various different endings per characters in story mode. Eren tried to listen, he really did, but found himself instead feeling his girlfriend’s ass against him. Unlike sitting mostly on his legs, as she was suggesting, she ended up sitting closer to his crotch. He felt those luscious cheeks he fantasized about, that he’s only seen when they were at the beach when she would wear those little bikinis, only concealed by this thin green dress and underwear.
Fuck. His mind can’t escape it.
But what happened next didn’t help his case. As Armin continued to talk, Mikasa looked behind her to make brief eye contact with her boyfriend’s green irises, before slowly and subtly moving her hips around in a circle, against him. He sucked in a breath, feeling a jolt within his cock; his half-hardness craved more touch, ached to be fully alive and feel more against him.
Wait, Armin was there. What was she doing?
“Ereenn, are you even listening?”
Eren looked over to Armin, his guy best friend’s voice accusations against his listening skills momentarily snapping him out of whatever the fuck was going on.
“What, Ar?”
“Armin just asked you a question, Eren.” Mikasa glanced back at him again, her movements not stopping. And yet, her face looked so calm. “Aren’t you going to answer him?”
“Well, you-“
Just as he began to protest, her movements against his crotch suddenly became less subtle and more obvious. She was absolutely rubbing against him now, unmistakably on purpose. He would be lying if he didn’t admit how good it felt, the jolts of pleasure consistent within the friction. But they were right next to Armin…and they haven’t even fucked yet in general. Should he be concerned?
His free hand didn’t seem to think so: it drifted under the blanket before cupping her ass.
“I said, don’t you think Nitara was the most pointless MK character ever made?” Armin asked. “She was really only in one game before she got killed off or whatever. They just had her in there because she’s a sexy vampire?”
“What’s wrong with sexy vampires?” Mikasa pretended to pout, her grinding not ceasing. Jolts of pleasure was felt against her own cunt, and she had the sudden urge to bounce against his growing hardness. She needed more, and judging by the bulge she felt against her ass, as well as his hand wandering from her ass to her hips to help move her against him, he felt the same way. “Men have issues with the most pointless, harmless shit in nerd fandoms.”
“I just like things to make sense.” Armin responded, not liking Mikasa’s comment. “For things to be consistent and explained reasonably.”
“Weren’t you just complaining that a certain show had too much exposition the other day? That things were ‘over-explained?’” Mikasa asked. She meant to sound incredulous, but instead, it came out breathy. Fuck, it was suddenly so warm.
And thrilling. So thrilling, that she didn’t even pay attention to Armin’s answer.
Meanwhile, Eren felt like he was beginning to lose his mind, as if he was floating off into some dream. The girl of his dreams was now rubbing herself up and down against him, being so daring. He then remembered the other day, when they were talking about fantasies they had, and Mikasa stated that, after admitting she had a slight kink on being called a "slut" (something that surprised Eren, because she was usually so reserved and shy), she liked the idea of risky sex. When he had asked what she exactly meant by that, she looked away shyly for a moment before turning back to him, biting her lip and replying in a near-whisper, “You know…like almost getting caught.”
Oh. So is that what this is all about?
Mikasa’s grinding began to turn into light bounces, and this sent Eren towards a new edge. He wrapped both of his hands around her waist and torso before pulling her against him, his mouth whispering desperately against her ear, “Fuck, Mika. What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered back, now seemingly unsure of herself. With the tight sound in his voice, the haze of lust began to disappear in her own mind. Had she upset him?
“I never said that.” He whispered back. His hips now had a mind of its own, grinding back against her ass, cock in pain against these stupidly tight jeans. He couldn’t handle being constrained. “But-“
Armin’s phone began to ring, and he answered it. However, his face immediately looked frustrated. “I can never hear good down here. This reception sucks! Hold on, Annie.”
Armin stood up, making Eren and Mikasa immediately still. Mikasa put her face against his shoulder and tugged the blanket closer to her face, lowering her eyes to pretend to appear a little sleepy. Eren thanked whatever higher power in existence for the hidden protection afforded by the blanket and pillows.
“Reception is shit down here, so I gotta take this phone call! I shouldn’t be too long.” Armin said quickly before running up the stairs.
As soon as Armin closed the door, Eren spun Mikasa around, and their lips clashed desperately. Their kiss was messy, all tongue and with some bite.
“I’m so hard that it fucking hurts.” Eren hissed at Mikasa. She responded with a whine, kissing down his neck.
“I’m sorry- was it too much?” Mikasa asked. “I should have maybe asked, but-“
“It feels so good.” Eren pulled her back, looking at her. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Ackerman. Trying to get me off while my best friend is right next to us, inches from us.”
A hitch in Mikasa’s breath. “Yeah. But is it…am I making you uncomfortable?”
Eren stopped to think for a moment about what Mikasa admitted the other day about her kink. He had never thought much about sex in any other context besides in the privacy of a home. He’d only had sex a few times with a previous partner in high school, but it was always done alone in a room. He assumed sex was supposed to be that way.
But there was a part of him that did admit, the idea of it- of doing stuff when they weren’t exactly supposed to, gave a thrill.
A thrill that his cock strongly agreed with right now.
“No.” Eren finally said, “But I’m struggling because I want more. And we haven’t even, you know…fucked each other yet. Plus, I don’t know how Armin would respond-“
“He won’t find out.” Mikasa said, fiddling with his jean buttons. He helped her, her graceful and eager fingers making him forget whatever point he was trying to make as she released his button and pulled down his zipper. After all, at the very least, his dick needed some sort of freedom from these painful constraints. “He didn’t even pick up what we were doing now. He’s really into this game. The only way we’d get caught at this rate is if you keep missing what he’s saying when he’s asking you questions.”
He hissed as he closed his hand around his cock. “Mika, you- you are so fucking naughty.”
“We can stop.” Mikasa said, but Eren shook his head.
“I don’t wanna to stop. We just…if you’re sure about this, we need to be quiet. And we absolutely can’t get caught.”
At the last part of his words, she smiles. “I know.”
They resumed their kissing.
“I wish I could taste you right now.” Eren told her against her lips, remembering how he told her about his own kink of eating pussy. “And finally know what you’d feel like on my cock. We could always leave early.”
Mikasa pulled away again, eyebrows raised.
“Can we make this into a challenge?”
“How?”
“It doesn’t just have to be grinding.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, uh-“
Mikasa began to get that shy look again, one that Eren quite frankly wasn’t in the mood for seeing right now. She just showed him how fucking naughty she could be, and now she’s holding back? He doesn’t want to leave this cloud of lust, and he isn’t interested in letting her leave as well.
“Tell me.”
“Well…how about we play…”
“Tell me, baby. What do you want to play? Trust me-“ he rutted his hips against her- “I’ll probably be willing to play it.”
“How about we play…j-just the tip.”
Oh.
“Just the tip?”
“Yeah.” Mikasa continued hesitantly, studying his face as she returned his own grinding back to him. “Just the tip.”
“How do you play that, Mika?” He had an idea on how, but he wanted to hear it coming out of her mouth.
“It’s a betting game, kind of. Or a competition.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Whoever wins, wins- ahh,” her sighs of pleasure interrupted her. He stopped his grinding so she could talk properly.
“Go on.”
“We win…a hundred dollars, or treat each other to dinner, or something, shit, hmm, oh I don’t know….”
“Okay, we ‘win’ whatever. But how do you play?”
“We both try to be quiet and not get caught, and, uh…you put just the tip inside of me, without fucking it all inside of me.” He loved it when she cussed, when she said his favorite cuss word. “And if you successfully don’t fuck me the entire time, then I treat you to whatever the prize is. But if you fail, you owe me a prize.”
Eren knew that he and Mikasa both had a competitive streak. They both really, really liked to win. Add on to the both of them being so incredibly turned on that even he wasn’t sure if he or she really knew what they were saying, and it added on the appeal so much more.
“So…we keep fooling around secretly with Armin right next to us…I put just the tip in- but if I don’t fully fuck inside of you, I win a prize. But if I do fuck fully inside, you win?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus, Mikasa. How do you come up with these ideas?”
“I, uh…shit, I probably sound like a slut or something.”
He couldn’t stop his words, couldn’t think, before saying, “Well, you are.”
“Huh?” Her breath hitched.
Eren could no longer contain his smirk, one of his fingers running along her panty line, remembering her other admitted kink. “You are a little slut. Who else would come up with games like this? Games of fucking their boyfriend, their pussy wetting 'just the tip', while their best friend is on the couch next to them? Being only a little bit plugged with dick while he talks about some nerd shit? Only-“ Eren own breath hitched as he really took in his own words; he reached up to her breast where she wore no bra, lightly pinching a nipple like he knew she liked- she had told him so over the phone, “-only a slut would think about that, Mikasa. And I fucking love it.”
Mikasa bit her lip again, poorly containing a groan. “Really, Eren?” Her voice sounded awed and dazed. “You really mean it?”
Eren had a feeling that he was going to keep feeling as if he was losing his mind consistently tonight, groaning lowly at how her voice sounded.
They heard footsteps from upstairs, signifying Armin’s return.
“Game on. Let’s play.” Eren said quickly before spinning her around, his dick now fully released through the hole of his boxers. He realized this was Mikasa’s first time seeing him, and her eyes widened.
“There’s no fucking way.” The girl sighed to herself, reaching for her turn to touch his thick length. “Fuck, Eren.”
“Having second thoughts?” He hoped not, not because of how horny he was now, but also for the sexual future of their relationship. “Like I said, we can wait to try-“
“Shut up.” She hushed before sitting on him again, her back once again facing him, removing her underwear to the side just as the basement door opened. Eren couldn’t quite see her pussy, as she placed the big thick blanket back on top of them to protect them from being viewed, but he felt the smoldering heat of her. And just to think, they weren't even connected yet.
To Armin coming down the stairs, it now looked like it did when he left the basement, except Mikasa was sitting more upright and looked alert.
“Annie’s coming. She just got off of work.” Armin told them, looking happy. The joy in his face made Mikasa and Eren smile; Armin in love was truly a sight to behold.
It was a wonder what his face would look like if they got caught.
“She’s going to stop and pick up some Little Caesars, if that’s okay.” Armin continued. “Annie also really loved this game so to be honest, once she comes over, she’ll hog the controller for a little bit. That gives us time to maybe play a few rounds before she gets here, though. You guys understand.”
“Sounds good, no problem!” Mikasa responded this time, still hovering over Eren’s dick, waiting for the right moment to drop down and welcome inside of her just the tip.
“You seem more awake now,” Armin observed, “I was just gonna ask if you wanted me to make coffee.”
“I’m good now!” Mikasa responded. “But I think I wanna take over the controller for a round or two, if that’s okay.”
“Yeah, I-I kinda just wanna watch right now.” Eren joined in, his hands under the blanket gripping Mikasa’s waist tightly. Now, besides the heat of her, he felt her dripping. He had no idea how he was going to make it through all this and win.
Mikasa took the controller before asking, “So, Armin, since you’re against female vampire characters, what character do you recommend I play as?” As Mikasa talked, she moved her hips down to rub her opening against Eren’s cockhead. She tried to keep her mind clear, wanting to distract Armin as much as possible, but the pressure of feeling him making her quiver down there. How the fuck was she supposed to be quiet? She felt like she needed to shout even now.
“My favorite girls are Sonya, Mileena and Kitana. But I haven’t unlocked Mileena yet. So I’d say one of the other two.”
The screen had the “choose your fighter” option displayed, and Mikasa looked between the two suggested players before deciding on Kitana. In the meanwhile, Eren’s began to pet Mikasa’s labia as he enjoyed the feel of her against his tip. Her lips were absolutely soaking, and he wanted to feast; his mouth slightly watered at the thought. Another time, he told himself as Mikasa began lightly grinding on his finger. His finger began tentatively heading towards that sweet hole he fantasized about since high school. His finger was slightly trembling, imagining what it would look like, slightly lamenting that he'd be able to feel it before seeing it.
But that lamentation ended quick when he finally slipped a finger inside of her, slow and tender.
Mikasa made a muffled sound before covering it up with a fake cough, her cunt simultaneously clenching his digit as she did so.
“Don't feel as if you have to go easy on me, Ar.” Mikasa looked over at their blonde friend. “The best way I learn during these games is getting my ass kicked.”
That message was not just for Armin, Eren realized, and he had to talk himself out of responding to her words with his own mouth, responding instead with his actions by adding another finger to her warm, suffocating cunt because....
Fuck, how she felt. How was she going to feel on his cock?
No, no…
On just the tip?
As the fighting round began, Eren released his fingers from her pussy’s welcoming grip. The wet proof of her arousal leaked out in the process, wetting his hand and his cock. He took a deep breath, knowing that he had to win this. Just the tip, nothing more.
“F-fuck, how are you making your guy m-move like that?” Mikasa feigned frustration at Armin giving her the ass kicking of her life on the game. What she really felt frustrated about was the absence of Eren’s fingers.
“You just have to know and practice the combo moves. I know all of Scorpion’s by heart now.” Armin said proudly with a gleam in his eyes.
Mikasa wondered if Eren was going to return those long warm fingers inside of her. He didn't even curl his fingers up against the spot that made her absolutely swell, that made her see stars akin to the ones that decorated her midnight black blanket. Not being able to communicate what she craved was beginning to frustrate her.
I guess that was part of the game, she reasoned with herself. She made up the cruel rules, after all, just as it was maybe cruel in a way to be kind-of fucking next to someone unsuspecting.
Her pussy clenched at this reminder.
Shortly after that, her own disappointment was quelled when she felt him poking up between her folds. She immediately began lightly circling her clit against his head, biting her lip to conceal her groan.
It felt so good sliding against her. Eren’s breath quickened, and he thought he probably sounded so loud; he had to try to quiet it. But the way she just slipped so easily against him….fuck. He wrapped his hand closer to the top of his dick, slapping his cockhead furiously against her wetness while stifling a groan.
At this, however, Mikasa did not stifle hers. In fact, she moaned, loudly.
Just in time for the voice from the game on the screen to announce, “Scorpion, wins.”
Armin looked over at Mikasa, whose hand suddenly shot over her mouth, eyebrows scrunched.
“You that upset I beat you?” Armin asked with amusement. “I thought you didn't mind if I kicked your ass.”
“Yeah, exactly!” Mikasa answered quickly, removing her hand, breath still quickening because Eren didn't stop. She probably looked crazy right now, but she’d rather it come across as her dramatic due to her losing. “Oh, God….fuck! I-I h-hate that you won! But look, here, I'm about to beat you during round two. Don't talk shit too fast, Armin!”
Eren couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to how Armin responded to her interesting cover up. He felt feral, beginning to press against her scorching wet opening. He told himself that maybe it wouldn't be that bad of an idea to throw her on the floor, remove this blanket and fuck her rawly in a way he’s never fucked before, Armin’s shock and possible disgust be damned.
Mikasa’s simultaneously pressed herself on him. Her soaked state made her succeed easily in accepting him, at the expense of failing to muffle another moan as she clenched around him.
Oh fuck how she felt, her squeeze a deliciously tight resistance, her heat a pleasured burn, her wetness making the glide way too fucking good, oh fuck she was everything, she, she-
-she lifted herself up, removing herself from his cockhead before shifting back down, sucking him back in, in an instant.
Eren threw back his head, hitting Armin’s wall with a loud thump, letting out a unrestrained moan from his mouth.
“What's wrong?” Armin asked, eyes still glued on the screen, his question half assed in care as the buttons on the controller clicked furiously. “Read another dumb tweet? Or did you forget to do something for school?”
Just the tip. He could only fuck her with the tip. He couldn't lose. He could allow himself go any further….right?
But, he thought, as Mikasa continued to ride his tip, why was losing such a bad thing anyway?
Would it really be that bad?
“Yeah, forgot to turn in my study abroad application in time.” The most random lie he could think of. “I just, ugh, oh my fucking God…I, ahh…I fucking forgot” The pillows between him and Armin were still in place, but Eren was tempted to take one of the pillows to his face and scream all his fucks out.
“Maybe they’ll take in a late application.” Armin shrugged, followed by a chuckle as the screen once again announced Scorpion’s success in defeating Kitana. “Sure you don't wanna give Eren a turn now, Mikasa?”
“No!” The couple both shouted in unison.
“I, mmm…please give me another chance Armin!” Mikasa whined as she squirmed, her dripping pussy opening swirling his cock around in a circular motion now. “Why are you giving up on me already, huh?”
“Yeah, Ar, fucking please let her try again. I need to…” He picked up his phone, a gesture to look like his lie may be real, “I need to send an email and figure out this study abroad shit.”
“Which reminds me. I need to send a text message too before we restart!” Mikasa said. “I’ll try with Sub Zero this time.”
Armin smiled. “You sure? You don't find this boring?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I just…I appreciate you both coming over here to hang out with me.” Armin said in a serious tone, still very much ignorant of what his best friends were doing right next to him on his new couch. “Sometimes I wonder if I hog up too much of the suggestions, or if I'm always doing things you guys aren't interested in.”
“Ar, t-hat’s not true.” Armin’s serious tone did not prevent Eren from beginning to actively thrust his head in and out of Mikasa, his strong hips and thighs helping her bounce, trying not to simultaneously shake the couch in his movements, to try and still be subtle. “Come on, you know us.”
“I guess….maybe I just feel self conscious for some reason. Like, I know I feel this way with Annie a lot. Like, what if I'm boring her and she doesn’t really want to be with me?”
“T-that’s not true!” Mikasa exclaimed, finishing her text message she was sending to Eren, not finishing her movement of backing herself up to accept that thick head. “I know for a fact she loves you. If she d-didn’t, would she, ahhh, be coming here after a long s-s, shit- uh, shift from work, b-bringing pizza and waiting to play the game?"
Armin smiled, blushing. “She really does like my man cave down here. She invites herself all the time. And down here, we’ve even…” he stops himself, his face becoming even redder. “Never mind, you both made your points!”
“D-damn straight!” Eren breathed. Sucking in another breath, he began pinching the area below his cockhead to prevent himself from exploding. He couldn't cum yet, no way, he just couldn't. But he couldn't stop, either. “S-so, don't beat yourself up again, and please play another round with my girlfriend!”
“Alright already! Annie probably is almost here anyway. We got time for one more.”
Eren sucked in breaths as he looked down on his phone to see a text from Mikasa.
Please play with my clit. You feel so big, it stings a little so play with it more.
Do u wanna stop? Eren knew he was well-endowed, but he never wanted to hurt her. That was one reason he was hesitant in the first place.
Fuck no. I like it. But please play with it
Good little slut.
Was hesitant.
As their next round of the game began, Eren did as Mikasa asked, reaching a finger a little further up past where his tip impaled her, finding her little bump that made her entire body jolt when he touched it, circled it. He continued to thrust his tip in and out of her, other hand still moved to pinch his dick and soon enough, her little pussy was once again hugging him in such a way that he knew he was bound to end earlier than he’d liked.
And it was then, at that moment, Mikasa’s legs seemed to give out just as Eren was no longer holding her hips, when she accidentally slid down his cock like a guillotine, engulfing himself in all of her.
Mikasa shrieked loudly, stopping all her movements as she tensed up. “Oh! Oh, fuck! AH!”
“Mika!” Eren hissed quietly, panicked, his body shooting up with the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life, toes curling. He didn't know what to do, convinced that they were about to be absolutely compromised on top of wondering if he messed up, if she was okay. It had been an accident, right? “Are you-“
“That was a good hit from you!” Armin praised, “I didn't think you’d be that excited about it!” He loved seeing his best friends getting excited about Mortal Kombat, just like he did. Finally, others besides Annie understood.
Meanwhile, Eren glanced over at Armin in blissful, thrilling disbelief. He STILL didn’t fucking notice?!
“Ah-ha, ha, ha, ha, ooh umm, okay…” Mikasa’s grip tightened on the controller as she panted out her almost sobs in disbelief, because was all too much, unreal. What the fuck had she been thinking? “Good job, Armin.” The sting of being unexpectedly stretched turned into her pussy warring with her mind, her body saying to ride the fuck out of this apparent monster of a cock to balance the discomfort and pleasure, to come on it because she knew she felt that warm orgasmic wave quickly rising, with the feeling of being nearly unbearably full and her clit being played with. Being stuffed with his dick was beginning to become an out of body experience.
She looked back at her boyfriend, the man she loved, with watery eyes, biting her lips and giving a nod.
And with this look that she gave him, a look of absolutely love and trust, he found himself asking Who really just lost this game? Is there any loss at all? Did it matter?
He wasn’t quite sure anything else really did matter, besides having most of himself buried deep inside this pussy, wanting to forever live inside the oasis called Mikasa Ackerman.
Though the look on Mikasa’s face screamed of utter approval, he couldn’t bring himself to move yet. He wanted to stay inside her, heated and defeated, for all he fucking cared. And so he did, allowing the warmth of her pussy to continue swallowing him as he remained still in tortured bliss.
Mikasa finally made the move to lift herself up before falling back down on his glorious dick, as much as she could take inside her, very slowly. However, this movement only happened a few times before Mikasa’s whole body tensed up and she dropped the PlayStation controller before her hands quickly grabbed Eren knees below her, squeezing desperately for some kind of grounding as she came on his dick. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out, scream silent, eyes twitching.
“I win again!” Armin yelled at that exact same time. “Fuck yes!”
Eren’s eyes rolled back as the back of his head hit the wall again, indulging in the unbearable squeeze and new flush of liquid warmth coating his dick as a Mikasa continued to uncontrollably twitch within her orgasm. He had officially lost it.
He knew he’d forever be enslaved to this pussy. Hell, he’d be her slut, if he had to. He’d do anything.
“Looks like Annie is here,” Armin looked at his phone, seeing his girlfriend was calling. “I'll go upstairs and help her bring the food in!”
Armin hopped up and excitedly ran up the stairs again as Mikasa laid back against Eren, panting and cursing under her breath, her orgasm still twitching around him.
Eren could not take it anymore. He stood up with her in his arms before throwing her on Armin’s orange couch and positioned her so that her ass was up in the air, entire vulvar area exposed to him. And he finally got to see that sweet hole he lamented about not seeing earlier, wet and pink and gaped open because of him. He looked down at his very hard cock to see evidence of her high, which had formed a creamy ring around him.
Finish her.
Eren knew he had little to no time, and he lined himself up against her before burying himself inside, holding on to each asscheek like they were handles for this ride he was about to take.
“Oh, oh, oh Eren, oh my God!" She screamed into the couch. If she was trying to scream quietly, it wasn't working, for he heard her words as clearly as her wails.
“You like this dick, Mika?”
“I- ahh! I...ooooh my fucking God!” She continued to wail. “It’s so fucking much, so fucking…”
Eren felt his control waning as he was almost there, finding himself suddenly pulling Mikasa's hair, yanking her hair back to view the steps of the basement.
"What would Armin think right now," Eren rasped, desperately and hurriedly, "if he saw you, on your h-hands and knees, being fucked silly on his new c-couch? Huh?"
Mikasa turned around to face him, acting against the pull of her hair, eyes hazy and near tears. "Y-yeah E-ren...what wooould he fucking say if he saw this?" she whined.
That pleasured whine of hers, along with the sight of her ass bouncing against his pelvis as he pounded inside her, his tip repeatedly kissing her cervix, dress pulled halfway up, the feel of her creamy little cunt sucking him to death...it was no wonder that after her words, Eren lasted only ten more seconds before he pulled out. His enormous load shooting up the bare of her back and ass cheeks, along with a groan no different than a deep growl emitting from Eren’s mouth.
The couple didn’t have time to rest in their post-orgasmic haze, to process all of what the fuck just happened, because Armin’s basement door opened. Eren jerked Mikasa’s dress down, her sticky cum-covered backside not having time to matter as it was covered by her green cloth. He quickly pulled up his own pants before jerking her back against him, covering the blanket over them once again.
Armin was carrying two pizza boxes, while Annie carried another small box of some other food in one hand with a liter of pop in another.
“Our goddess has arrived with the goods!” Armin beamed proudly, holding the box of pizza in front of him, clearly trying to emulate Rafiki holding a newborn Simba. “Let us rejoice and be fed!”
Mikasa was rag-dolled against Eren, still breathing heavily. Eren was also breathing heavily as well, running a hand through his long hair. He knew that they both must have looked absolutely fucked out.
Would the other couple be able to tell?
“It smells…. interesting down here.” Annie commented before sniffing the air exaggeratedly. “What kind of party were you three having before I came?”
“Just Mortal Kombat.” Armin shrugged, setting the pizza box on his coffee table, and picking up the controller Mikasa had dropped. “But hey Annie, I'm trying to unlock at least three other characters tonight. You in?”
Whatever “interesting” smell reservations Annie had dropped as soon as she saw Armin hand her the remote. She glanced at the panting couple, figuring that they were just tired and boring, before grabbing the remote and sitting on Armin’s lap.
“Let’s do this.”