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“Take a wild guess.”

Annie tried to focus on the smell invading her nose. She thought it would have been easier because of her current obscured vision, but the mixed scent of the heat in her core and the sweat in the air made it hard to distinguish. She could decipher floral, woody, and almost a fruity smell, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Mikasa traced soft kisses down her jaw, then her neck, then down between her breasts. Her body was on fire.

A hand squeezed firmly at her thigh, and Mikasa hummed, waiting for an answer. Annie breathed out, trying to slow the rise and fall of her chest. “One of your fruits, I’m guessing?” She let out a low groan as Mikasa wrapped her lips around one hardened nipple, while she toyed with the other one between her fingertips.

Mikasa made a soft noise in response, sending a vibration through the sensitive peak. “Mhm.” She released the bud from her lips and rolled it gently under her tongue as Annie arched her back into the mattress. “Getting warmer.”

She wasn’t giving her the attention where she needed it most, and it was frustrating. It had Annie grinding her hips against the mattress for any sort of friction. She was wet. She could feel her own arousal sticking to her thighs. It seemed Mikasa had the same observation, completely abandoning their guessing game, trailing gentle, wet kisses down the line of her stomach. Annie clenched her abs from the ticklish sensation, but Mikasa only continued to bite and suck at the smooth skin.

She bit back her moan and a soft whine escaped her lips. There was a warm, wet sensation that swept across her navel, and Annie squealed from surprise, her legs tensing around Mikasa’s waist. Her bellybutton was surprisingly erogenous, sending an erotic wave a pleasure up her spine. Now take that and couple it with how intimately Mikasa is holding her at that moment. She feels completely at her mercy, completely helpless.

Mikasa didn’t stop there. Annie felt as she ran her palms down the curve of her hips while she gave sweet kisses to her stomach. It sent tingles up her body. She wanted to drag Mikasa’s hands up to her hardened nipples and feel her kisses drop lower and lower.

“Taking your sweet time, are you?” Annie breathes, the sweat glistening on her chest, to which she receives a playful bite on her inner thigh. She wishes she could see Mikasa’s face. She wants to take the blindfold off and see Mikasa lay gentle kisses all over her body.

“I can’t stop touching you,” Mikasa says. She feels her pull away, pouting from the loss of contact, but the fire resumes when she feels a wet heat swipe across her nipple. Her teeth graze it slightly, Annie bites back her moan, letting out a breathy exhale. Mikasa replaces her tongue with her thumb, using her saliva to gently massage the bud. Her weight adjusts and her hips straddle hers, then hot breath in her ear.

“Stop that,” Mikasa says lowly, the words hooded in lust, placing kisses beneath her ear and along her neck.

A lump forms in her throat that blocks any unholy whine from escaping. Her hips instinctively buck against Mikasa’s, begging for any sort of contact and savouring the feel of Mikasa’s bare thighs against her own.

“Stop what?” Annie manages to get out as Mikasa pulls her kisses to her cheek, then one beside her lips, before taking Annie into a deep kiss. She can feel Mikasa’s desire, her lust, and she can tell she’s holding back. She nips at Annie’s lip lightly before pulling away.

“I want to hear you,” she says sultry, the hand she placed on Annie’s breast resumed drawing small circles over her nipple. Annie sighs from the contact.

“Maybe if you’d stop being a tease.” The smaller woman could feel her sex twitching, desperate for touch. The nipple play made her clench and her thighs contract as streams of hot pleasure shot up and down her spine. Her legs were trembling, and she hadn’t even been touched yet. Mikasa shifted again, this time bringing a hand to trace her fingers over Annie’s soaking slit, but stopping just before she touched her clit. Her fingers lingered there, teasing her hole and neglecting the tension just above it.

Annie moaned, her legs tightening around Mikasa’s waist. “Wh—Why did you stop?” Mikasa’s other hand snaked around her hips, giving Annie’s ass a firm squeeze.

“I want to try something different.” The hand lingered there, her body growing in arousal and anticipation. She knew what Mikasa was asking for. She could feel the eagerness of the fingertips pulling at her butt.

Annie bit her lip.“I’ve never orgasmed like that before.”

Mikasa’s hand caressed her tenderly, teasingly, her two fingers still coating themselves in Annie’s fluids.“It feels good. I promise. Just try it.” Annie wanted to ask how she knew that. The thought of Mikasa trying anal on herself while she masturbated sent a giggle bubbling in her stomach. But now, her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel as Mikasa gave her another squeeze before leaning down to place a kiss on one thigh.

She desperately wants release. If Mikasa says this will feel good, she trusts her. “Okay.”

She felt Mikasa smile into her thigh before pulling away. The wet fingers which had been teasing her slit, dropped lower to trace around the puckered flesh. Annie gasped, surprised by the sensitivity. She could feel every movement of Mikasa’s finger as she circled it around her anus. The muscles around her front opening clenched down hard, desperate for something to fill her. She breathed out like a panting dog, brows furrowed as she adjusted to the sensation.

Mikasa’s other hand released her cheek to tease her front entrance, coating two digits with Annie’s arousal. She sunk her fingers inside, only stopping once she hit the knuckles. “Oh god, fuck,” Annie groans as her legs go limp. Mikasa felt around, curling her fingers until she hit just the right spot that had Annie’s hips twitching involuntarily. She moaned with every curl of Mikasa’s fingers, panting out as her throat closed up.

The other fingers that were teasing her rim stopped, then Mikasa gently swiped it over the budding entrance, which was clenched shut from the immense pleasure radiating from her core. “Try to relax. It won’t go far in. Just the tip.”

Annie nodded trying to slow her breathing and relax her leg muscles. Mikasa slowed her strokes to help Annie open up. Her thigh unclenched slightly from Mikasa’s waist and her hole relaxed open.

One wet fingertip pressed slowly into her back entrance, and her nerves tingled as she stretched around Mikasa. She sighed, closing around the tip of her finger, almost crying out as Mikasa began rubbing the inside of her anus in a circular motion, much like she would her clit. The fire pooled in her core and her jaw clenched. It felt like she was rubbing her clit, but from behind, and it was infinitely more sensitive.

Mikasa resumed her original pace, her fingers stroking Annie from within and the other rubbing smalling circles from her backside. The combination of both movements had her insides expanding with arousal, and she found it increasingly harder to breathe through her nose. She clenched around Mikasa’s two fingers as her body secreted more fluid that dripped from her slit downward.

“Oh god, I’m so close,” Annie begs, her inner muscles beginning to clench. Mikasa leaned forward to gently suckle her hardened nipple, and Annie came undone. A few swipes of her tongue and her body went taut as the orgasm rippled between her clit and her anus, both sides convulsing and tightening around Mikasa’s fingers. She cried out as she rode out her orgasm. She panted, coming down from the high as her legs twitched helplessly.

“I think I could come from just touching you,” Mikasa says out of the blue, caressing her stomach. She leans over Annie, pulling the blindfold off. Annie met her eyes, then let them travel down Mikasa’s body. She was still wearing an oversized button-up from work and black laced panties. The outline of her hardened peaks were visible through the shirt. She looked sexy. Professionally sexy. Maybe a little bit devious.

Annie propped herself up on her elbows as she tried to sit up straight, pulling Mikasa into her lap. Her muscles were still tingling from her orgasm, but she knew in a few minutes she’d be ready to go again.

“Why do you still have this on?” Annie asked, undoing the buttons and watching as it slowly and sensually revealed Mikasa’s bare chest underneath.

Mikasa shrugged. “I was too excited I guess.”

Annie laughed, sliding the top down to expose her shoulders and Mikasa’s breasts falling free. She pulled her closer, hands trailing down her waist to her hips, kissing gently at the spot beneath her breast. Mikasa sighed into her touch, her being much quieter than Annie. The blonde curled her fingers around the string of Mikasa’s panties, tracing lines down sensually.

“It’s kind of hot. Maybe you should wear it more often,” Annie jokes as she litters Mikasa's chest with tender kisses. “You look like some kind of business woman. Like a sexy business woman having a secret affair.”

Mikasa pinches her playfully. “Next you’re going to ask to roleplay.” She runs her fingers through Annie’s hair, combing through her locks.

Annie immediately snaps back, still stroking up and down her thigh. She angles her brows into an angry expression. “You know how many sex toys you have? Enough that roleplay isn’t that weird.”

Mikasa shakes her head. “You’re forgetting that’s only true because of you,” she says, poking Annie’s nose. She was right. Maybe she was the more kinky one, not Mikasa.

Her hand feels for Mikasa’s wet spot, teasing her slit through the fabric. Her clit was pulsing, slightly larger from the arousal. She rubbed in slow, controlled movements as Mikasa ran her fingers through her blonde hair for support and exhaled shakily. She held her close to her chest as Annie fingered her.

Annie pulled her panties to the side, a string of arousal connecting to the fabric to reveal the sticky mess that was left. She thumbed her up and down, gently tugging on the hood of her clit to expose the sensitive bud underneath. Mikasa’s leg twitched from the overwhelming sensitivity, so Annie switched to rubbing in circles around the bud, slowly, letting her savor the heat in her core.

“I was close to coming earlier. I’m already close,” Mikasa murmurs, breathing heavily as she rocked her hips. Annie pinched her clit, slowly rolling it between her fingers as Mikasa let out short, ragged breaths. Her movements became erratic, humping against Annie as she chased her orgasm. Her fingers released their grip in Annie’s hair as one hand dropped to graze against her cheek.

Now, Annie noticed the pink flush on her face, how her lips were slightly open, her dark eyes blissed out. It made her pulse quicken and the arousal burn up inside her–the soft noises, the panting, the intoxicating smell of her arousal. Mikasa looked desperate. She tweaked her own nipple between her fingertips while she held Annie’s stare. So vulnerable. It made her stomach flutter as the shiver rippled through her body.

Annie brought her right to the edge before stopping, a light sound escaping Mikasa’s lips. She brought her fingers to her lips to taste the sweet arousal. It was a salty, intimate taste, and what turned her on even more was knowing it came from one of Mikasa’s most private places. She focused on Mikasa’s slow breathing, listening for her to come down from the high before resuming her slow, agonising pace.

Annie’s other hand squeezed her thigh, moving up her hips, waist, and giving one breast a gentle squeeze. She kissed around Mikasa’s areola, leaving small bite marks and sucking gently. She paused at one particular spot as she rubbed a nipple with her thumb, then began sucking at a spot on Mikasa’s soft breast.

Mikasa whined, throwing her head back as her chest heaved up and down. Annie slowed down to single swipes, teasing her clit right to the edge. She would sweep over the sensitive nerve before waiting a few seconds until the next touch. Mikasa panted heavily, her legs squeezing around Annie tightly. She was so close.

“Annie…” she drawls, grinding her hips for more attention. Annie gently bites the skin she had been sucking on, releasing it with a pop and glancing over the reddened spot. She rubs Mikasa’s clit slowly for a few seconds, then stops, taking her nipple between her lips. She flicked her tongue over the hardened peak as she rubbed the other nipple slowly.

She could feel Mikasa’s wetness leaking onto her thighs, now rolling her hips frantically whenever she would pull her thumb away. She returns her touch to Mikasa’s clit in a slow, agonising movement while sucking on her nipple and pressing her tongue into the slit at the tip. Mikasa grunts, her breath hitching in her throat as her body tightens and her thighs clamp down around Annie’s waist. Her throat closes up as she moans, huffing out short breaths with each stroke and grinding her hips into Annie’s fingers. Her entrance was twitching, aching to hold on as Annie snaked an arm around her waist to support her contracting muscles. She continued rubbing at a consistent pace until Mikasa squirmed on top of her, groaning as the high began to slow down, pulling her hips away.

Annie leaned back and allowed Mikasa’s body to go limp on top of her, holding onto her hips to support. Her fingers were still coated in her arousal, filling her senses with a heady scent. They stayed in that position, ragged breathing starting to slow. Mikasa reached a hand up to cup her cheek, caressing it tenderly. She pulled Annie into another kiss, this one much longer and needier than the first. This time, her tongue explored Annie’s mouth, sharing each other intimately. Annie didn't want to pull away, but eventually Mikasa’s lips left hers. She felt the wetness on her lips, the taste of her love. She sighed, sitting still as Mikasa regained her senses and the incessant twitching came to a halt. She shifted, pulling herself off Annie’s lap, who watched her confused with brow raised as her eyes followed.

“Are you tired?”

Mikasa shook her head. “No, I wanted to show you something.” She rummaged through her clothes on the floor while Annie leaned back and stared up at the ceiling. She was spent. She tried to regain her composure, listening to Mikasa’s shuffling, but that’s when she turned around to face her.

A small smile crept up on Annie’s face. Mikasa had completely stripped and was now sporting a harness and a brand new toy. She smirked as the toy bounced around, almost like a real penis. It was a long, curved dildo, not too girthy but there were ridges running down the sides.

“It’s big,” Annie says, the prickle of goosebumps dotting her arms.

Mikasa frowned as she held it in her hand, eyes glancing between Annie and the large toy. “We don’t have to use it. I just thought you might like something different.”

Annie sat up straight, resting on her knees to get a better look at the toy. “No I mean, I don’t mind. It’s just… big,” she said, eyes scanning from the tip to the base. It looked about seven inches. I mean where the fuck is all the supposed to go? Her rationality told her no, but seeing it on Mikasa’s lean body made her tingle in places she didn’t know she could.

“It’s larger than the other ones we’ve used. That’s why I have this.” Seemingly out of nowhere, Mikasa pulls out a bottle of lube. It was covered in cutesy red packaging.

“Pomegranates?”

“Scented,” Mikasa says, flipping the bottle over to read the back. “...And flavoured too?” “Wait, you can eat lube?”

Mikasa’s eyes snap up to Annie, forgetting the bottle, as she lets out a soft laugh. “No, you can’t. It’s just for the taste.”

“What’s so funny? Why would something be flavoured but you can’t eat it.” Annie grabs the bottle, flipping open the cap to let out the smell. She slants the bottle and squirts a drop into her palm before bringing it up to her nose. “It does smell like pomegranates. Is this what you were using earlier?”

Mikasa nods her head, “Yeah, do you like it?”.

“It smells nice.” Curiously, Annie sticks her tongue out, scooping up a little bit of lube. She only meant to taste it, but she accidentally gulped down the sample of lube, her face twisting in disgust from the unusual texture.

“Wait–you don’t swallow it,” Mikasa laughs, clutching her stomach. “It’s for the taste, Annie. Stop trying to eat it.” She says, snatching the bottle away. Annie’s eyes widen as she stares at the bottle. “It won’t kill me, right?”

“No, it's like toothpaste. A little bit won't hurt you.”

Mikasa flicks at the fake penis still attached to her body. “Tell me if you don’t want this and I’ll get rid of it.” Annie stared at her. Her body was still aching with desire. It must have been her arousal, but she had a new found confidence that told her she could take it. All of it.

“Let’s just go slow?”

Mikasa rubs the toy, feeling from base as if it were real. “I’ll be gentle.” She squirts lube generously over the tip of the toy, using her hand to spread it evenly. The smell of pomegranates fills the air, mixing in with the already musky smell of sex. She crawls onto the bed, the mattress dipping from the weight, and settles between Annie’s legs. Now that she’s up close, she feels the arousal pooling in her core. It was much bigger than she thought.

Annie swallows hard, her heart beating loudly in her chest. The anticipation is sending tremors through her legs and she stares expectantly up at Mikasa. The taller woman sets a hand on her knee, parting her legs and dipping down to kiss her softly between her breasts. She pulls Annie closer by her hips so their fronts are flush, the toy sticking up between them. Her hands come down to Annie’s sides to gently caress her hips, hands wandering everywhere on her body, prickling her skin with goosebumps.

She watches as Mikasa shuffles on her knees, travelling lower, spending time giving attention to the sensitive spots on Annie’s front as she breathes out, trying to slow her pulse. She feels a wet kiss on her inner thigh, then sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin while Mikasa’s arms snake around to support her thighs. Her core is burning and her clit is suddenly throbbing. She can only feel Mikasa’s movements, vaguely registering the hot breath pouring over her entrance.

Annie’s breath hitches in her throat as she bit back her moan. A slick, wet heat licked up her slit and coated her clit, sending her hips jerking into Mikasa’s touch. She felt it circle her clit before Mikasa widened her mouth to suck gently on her folds. She couldn’t stop her mouth from falling open and as the pleasure rippled up from her core, whining from the suctioning sensation Mikasa created with her mouth.

Her legs clamped down around her head involuntarily, locking Mikasa in place. She squirmed as Mikasa continued to lap at her clit, quickly building the pressure and squeezing her thighs reassuringly to tell her to come. Annie clenched down, her jaw going taut when the feeling of Mikasa’s tongue and lips stroking over her sensitive nerves became too much. It came out of nowhere, stringing her body up in sweet arousal until she became a convulsing mess, trying to ride her orgasm out as Mikasa licked up her folds.

She twitched, pushing on Mikasa’s head, signalling her to stop. Mikasa pulled away, panting heavily as a string of liquid arousal connected from her parted lips to Annie’s pulsing entrance.

“Jesus christ,” Annie heaves, her legs feeling like they had just melted off. She sits up, propping herself up on her elbows as she stares entranced at Mikasa. The other woman dips down to lick up the clear fluid seeping from her entrance. It looks hot, and Mikasa doesn’t break eye contact. Even just a puff of air on her clit felt too much.

Mikasa sits up straight, rubbing the fake cock with some of Annie’s fluids. “Are you okay?”

The blonde nods, unable to form words, and watches as Mikasa scoots closer, rubbing the underside of the shaft against her slit and careful not to rub her clit. She places a hand on Annie’s stomach, rubbing it soothingly. The walls of her vagina were starting to relax as she came down from post-orgasmic bliss. She could feel her body adjusting in anticipation as she stared at the toy. She wanted to take it. She wanted to feel the stretch.

Mikasa squeezed her thigh reassuringly as she lined the tip with her entrance, stabilising herself on her knees. The toy felt cold against her slit, sending shivers up her spine. Annie leaned back, trying to relax as Mikasa’s fingers traced patterns on her inner thighs. She felt her shift her weight, slowly sinking the toy into her and bringing a hand up to massage her clit.

“Oh, fuck.” Annie groans, thighs clenching. The stretch stimulated her walls and sent waves of pleasure up her thighs, tingling at her fingertips and the end of her toes. Annie let out a ragged moan as the ribbing stroked her walls. Mikasa stopped halfway, bringing a hand up to rest firmly on her hip. “Does anything hurt?”

Annie’s eyes were sealed shut, panting heavily as sweat beads formed on her forehead. “Keep going,” she murmurs, gripping on to the sheets.

Mikasa obliges, sinking deeper into Annie as she gasps out from the deep stretch. She gently pushes until she hits a wall, and Annie moans softly. “How does it feel?”

“Good. Holy shit. God, it’s so big.” Annie can barely get the words out. The ribbing rubs her in all the right places that a tremor forms in her legs before she has had the chance to orgasm.

Mikasa wiggles her hips, getting a feel for the toy, and the blonde whines from the sudden movement. She starts at an easy pace, pulling out a couple inches before sinking back in. She gradually builds up her strokes, and Annie writhes under her, panting with each thrust.

Her walls are still sensitive from the last orgasm, fluttering with each slow stroke as Mikasa pumps the toy into her. Her eyes open to catch her gaze, then meets Mikasa's lustful eyes, hooded with desire. A lump forms in her throat as the taller woman’s eyes study her expression, watching intently as she breathes heavily. She can feel her orgasm building and her muscles beginning to contract.

Mikasa increases her rhythm to Annie’s guttural moans, the blonde just barely managing to notice a pink flush forming on Mikasa’s face. “Please, more,” she groans, pushing into each thrust.

Something ignites in Mikasa’s eyes, and she can see the switch in her expression. She props her up by her hips to get a better angle, pulling her stroke out to the tip before sinking back in. Her thumb comes down to rub Annie’s clit in circles, matching the rhythm of her thrust, and the stimulation almost becomes too much.

“Oh god, oh god ,” Annie stammers, thighs clamping down hard around Mikasa’s waist. A hand comes down to her hips, thumb stroking her soothingly. The gesture has her coming undone in Mikasa’s lap, her shoulders going tense from each pump that is pushed right up into her sensitive spot. Annie cries out, hands trembling as she starts to tighten around the toy, making it harder for Mikasa to continue thrusting. The grooves pleasure her as Mikasa sinks back in, keeping up the momentum of her orgasm.

Mikasa continues to stroke into her, slowing down her pace and seemingly coming down from her own high. The room is filled with panting and the sounds of Annie’s staggered breathing. She pumps into her a few times, and Annie moans into each thrust. As Mikasa slows down, her limbs go numb and she slides the toy out. A pool of clear, sticky liquid seeps out after it. Mikasa immediately goes to massaging her thighs and stroking her sides. She let out a soft laugh, surprising Annie.

“What?”

“I think I came too,” Mikasa mumbles through her laugh. “I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. God , Annie. The noises you make. I didn’t even need to touch myself.” She rests her hand on Annie’s thigh. “Are you okay?”

Annie sighs, disbelieving. Her head collapsed on the pillow behind her. Her limbs feel phantom, and god is she glad they decided to do this on the weekend. “I’m more than okay.”