[That only got a snort. Another squirm and buck. She'd been enjoying her nap and the dream that might have involved him when some instinct had so rudely roused her. The Eren, the real Eren, had prevented her from returning to that seductively sweet slumber.
Was it fair to take her ire at being interrupted on the real Eren? Probably not. Did that stop her? No, she sulked. Or tried to, glaring at him as she watched him. Her face flushing when she realised just how close he was looking, her hand reaching down to shove him. But she wasn't quick enough.
She gasped, her back arching as she pressed against him. The reaching hand bumping his ear as she blindly entwined her fingers in his hair. Pulling and pushing. Uttering his name.]
[ never did he think he’d hear something so hypnotizing, so absolutely euphoric that made him drunk and high: his name, spoken so quietly, so claiming, and he didn’t want anything else. his mouth hummed, purred, vibrated along the mounds of her clit and a lick deeper to her entrance before trailing up and drinking her taste. he was her’s here and now and later, there’d be no other in this way. love and passion traps him in this dance and he never wants to leave. he wants to stay, forever.
he wants to hear it again. he wants her fingers to tangle and yank at his hair, pull at it for all he cared because it’d make something electric happen for him, he felt it building in him. so he provoked her, his tongue pressing flat against her swelling and gave it a continuous, constant swirl. again, and again, and more, to drive her crazy but with just as much ecstasy that she gave him without doing a thing but existing there with him.
he had something in mind to ask her, but it’d have to wait. mouth full. ]
[Her fingers remained, clinging to the strands of hair even as she stopped tugging. A long, guttural whine slipping out. Her legs splaying to give him easier access. Giving him more.
But the more he pushed, the more she writhed and pushed back. Pressing herself against him, the hand on his head jerking. Her mouth opening in a silent scream as she bucked and kicked out, the muscles of her thighs tensing as her legs wrapped around him. Holding him in place and trapping him in her embrace. The rest of her going limp on the couch, her fingers relaxing on his head. Fingertips brushing his ear as she paned and gasped for air.]
[ honey, all of it. the moving, the sounds that prick his triangle ears high, her pleasure and his appeasement with it. when she was about to flop, eren had even begun to motion himself the way he’d consider entering her . . . before he rises, and leaves her to ride her own high. he licks his lips with a proud smack that exposes keen canines, a rift in the curve of his mouth that quivers his whiskers, all before he prowls above her and meets her huffing face to face, with loving eyes . . . with playful eyes. ]
Remember when you asked me about my chest?
[ his hands reach from under her breast and give them a little push up, teasing the red flushed nipples with the tips of his fingers. ]
[She stayed bent, body quivering with shallow breathes as she tried to ground herself. Her hand, the hand not on his head groped at the cushions of the couch. Her blunt claws digging into the fabric.
The shadow that covered her got a confused blink, then another as she tried to blink the slight wetness away. Her lips remaining parted as she gasped for air. Trying to puzzle out what he was doing, but her brain was too sluggish to get there before he reached her. His warm hands slowly reached up, pushing the fabric of her shirt up further. Prompting another soft moan from her as his fingers reached sensitive skin.
She hummed, a failed attempt at mumbling a response. Head giving the weakest tilt as she thought.]
[ the way her shirt hiked just above the rounds of her breasts just made them— pop, you know? kneading into them and now bending to swirl his tongue around an areola, eren keeps his gaze up to meet her labored, hazy attempts to stay fixed. he wanted to see this and her reaction to it, of course. his lapping was mild, light and sluggish. it wouldn’t make her head spin much, and leave her impatient, if anything. he needs some of her clarity back. ]
What if I had one?
[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]
[This shirt was getting ruined, but Mikasa couldn't get annoyed about that. Most of her frustration went towards Eren and his hands. Her peak was dying down, but here he was, taunting her with something that didn't-it wasn't. Now there was his mouth and that was new, but it still wasn't what she wanted.
So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.
The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]
You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]
[ blame the kitsune in him for this, the shape shifting and adventurous trickster doesn’t shy away from the prospect as it comes. who knew, maybe they would enjoy it, and they wouldn’t actually know until they tried.
it’s in some blinks that where eren straddles mikasa changes, warps until it’s as clean as crystal to look upon— eren’s features have become more delicate, sharp around the cheeks and eyes that truly gives off the energy and show of a vixen, a soothing voice that is higher, sweeter— and a chest that was much larger than what was once flat and not at all sensitive. the tails behind him roll as he sits and her and squeezes mikasa’s hips. while unseen, his shaft was still there, and still aroused in the mass of his own fur, but at least . . .
he’d give it to her. eventually. right now he just wants to see what she’ll think of it. ]
[That just got an unamused snort, another weak wiggle. She...She wasn't normally this sensitive. She wouldn't be able to function if she was. It was just when she was in a mood and he was lavishing attention on her chest like this, a gradual build-up as her body burned.
For a moment, her half-lidded eyes didn't notice. The hands and their long fingers grasping her had gotten her focus first. How they'd pressed into her flesh, earning a small murmur.
Without thinking, without really looking. She raised her hand, reaching her arm up to try and wrap her arms around him, hold him close in a hug. Only...
...She'd ended up softly slapping him his new boobs. Her hand just remaining on his chest as she fell silent. Eyes narrowing as she panted. Whuh?] How? [How? Though in all honestly, Mikasa wasn't sure she wanted to know. Her brain already had a fog, maybe knowing would just complicated things. So she had another moment of silence. Her hand still just splayed there.]
...Am I this soft? [Just an absent thought. She'd not even realised she'd said it.]
Yeah, [ he doesn’t actually even think long to answer, coming through earnestly and near immediately. she could have all the time and the space to give it a little touch, squeeze, exploration, whatever. ] it’s how I’m picturing it.
[ illusions worked the best when they came from an experience; with eren, it was no different. he just tries and fails when he ends up chewing at the inside of his cheek with his tails twitching, each at their own time. ]
[She didn't squeeze, but she did press her fingers into skin. Only a little, feeling how plush it was. Her lips pursing at his explanation. Eren, knowing he was mimicking her chest made it a bit...less. Eh, it wasn't her chest. Though it'd never felt that soft to her, even if Eren said otherwise.
Mikasa sighed, giving a small wiggle. Bucking her hips slightly, trying to get some friction.]
Yeah...[She sighed it out, huffing. Impatience starting to seep in.] You just look different... [That was it. It didn't really change that much did it? She didn't think it did.]
[ he did his absolute best and gets all the gold stars for trying. lucky for them, he still had dick, made prominently keen when he unexpectedly hooks his hands right under her back and reins mikasa forward, upright, and bust to bust. in his lap she goes, or at least that’s where he situates himself and brings his hips to a single but abrupt rock solidly under her. hands to her ass now, both cheeks, and ears perked high: ]
If it doesn’t make a difference, I won’t do it again.
[ he says it slyly to meet her stacking impatience with play, but soon crushes his lips into hers and gives her a balm for her waiting game aches: a solid shaft prodding the space between her legs and bottom, then asking for another buck of her’s with a slide. friction was achieved and they could do so much more. ]
[Eren, why would you do this. She scrabbled, not expecting the sudden movement. Her blunt claws raking across skin but after a few seconds of panic, she settled. Her head falling to rest on his shoulder with a ragged breath. Cheeks burning as she realied where his hands were, how they sunk into the soft fur.]
I didn't say that... [She frowned. She hadn't, she'd said she liked it... Sighing into him as she started to push her head back up. Moving so she could see him again.] I love you, you're still- [The words were lost to a muffled squeak, her whole body going tense and still. Then she pushed back, her lips parting and hungry. Rocking against him, his cock brushing against smooth thighs and fluffy fur. She bucked again, there wasn't any coordination, just desperation.]
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Was it fair to take her ire at being interrupted on the real Eren? Probably not. Did that stop her? No, she sulked. Or tried to, glaring at him as she watched him. Her face flushing when she realised just how close he was looking, her hand reaching down to shove him. But she wasn't quick enough.
She gasped, her back arching as she pressed against him. The reaching hand bumping his ear as she blindly entwined her fingers in his hair. Pulling and pushing. Uttering his name.]
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he wants to hear it again. he wants her fingers to tangle and yank at his hair, pull at it for all he cared because it’d make something electric happen for him, he felt it building in him. so he provoked her, his tongue pressing flat against her swelling and gave it a continuous, constant swirl. again, and again, and more, to drive her crazy but with just as much ecstasy that she gave him without doing a thing but existing there with him.
he had something in mind to ask her, but it’d have to wait. mouth full. ]
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But the more he pushed, the more she writhed and pushed back. Pressing herself against him, the hand on his head jerking. Her mouth opening in a silent scream as she bucked and kicked out, the muscles of her thighs tensing as her legs wrapped around him. Holding him in place and trapping him in her embrace. The rest of her going limp on the couch, her fingers relaxing on his head. Fingertips brushing his ear as she paned and gasped for air.]
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Remember when you asked me about my chest?
[ his hands reach from under her breast and give them a little push up, teasing the red flushed nipples with the tips of his fingers. ]
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The shadow that covered her got a confused blink, then another as she tried to blink the slight wetness away. Her lips remaining parted as she gasped for air. Trying to puzzle out what he was doing, but her brain was too sluggish to get there before he reached her. His warm hands slowly reached up, pushing the fabric of her shirt up further. Prompting another soft moan from her as his fingers reached sensitive skin.
She hummed, a failed attempt at mumbling a response. Head giving the weakest tilt as she thought.]
...Hm? Yeah? [Slowly, in a daze.]
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What if I had one?
[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]
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So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.
The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]
You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]
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[ blame the kitsune in him for this, the shape shifting and adventurous trickster doesn’t shy away from the prospect as it comes. who knew, maybe they would enjoy it, and they wouldn’t actually know until they tried.
it’s in some blinks that where eren straddles mikasa changes, warps until it’s as clean as crystal to look upon— eren’s features have become more delicate, sharp around the cheeks and eyes that truly gives off the energy and show of a vixen, a soothing voice that is higher, sweeter— and a chest that was much larger than what was once flat and not at all sensitive. the tails behind him roll as he sits and her and squeezes mikasa’s hips. while unseen, his shaft was still there, and still aroused in the mass of his own fur, but at least . . .
he’d give it to her. eventually. right now he just wants to see what she’ll think of it. ]
See?
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For a moment, her half-lidded eyes didn't notice. The hands and their long fingers grasping her had gotten her focus first. How they'd pressed into her flesh, earning a small murmur.
Without thinking, without really looking. She raised her hand, reaching her arm up to try and wrap her arms around him, hold him close in a hug. Only...
...She'd ended up softly slapping him his new boobs. Her hand just remaining on his chest as she fell silent. Eyes narrowing as she panted. Whuh?] How? [How? Though in all honestly, Mikasa wasn't sure she wanted to know. Her brain already had a fog, maybe knowing would just complicated things. So she had another moment of silence. Her hand still just splayed there.]
...Am I this soft? [Just an absent thought. She'd not even realised she'd said it.]
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[ illusions worked the best when they came from an experience; with eren, it was no different. he just tries and fails when he ends up chewing at the inside of his cheek with his tails twitching, each at their own time. ]
So— you like that?
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Mikasa sighed, giving a small wiggle. Bucking her hips slightly, trying to get some friction.]
Yeah...[She sighed it out, huffing. Impatience starting to seep in.] You just look different... [That was it. It didn't really change that much did it? She didn't think it did.]
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If it doesn’t make a difference, I won’t do it again.
[ he says it slyly to meet her stacking impatience with play, but soon crushes his lips into hers and gives her a balm for her waiting game aches: a solid shaft prodding the space between her legs and bottom, then asking for another buck of her’s with a slide. friction was achieved and they could do so much more. ]
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I didn't say that... [She frowned. She hadn't, she'd said she liked it... Sighing into him as she started to push her head back up. Moving so she could see him again.] I love you, you're still- [The words were lost to a muffled squeak, her whole body going tense and still. Then she pushed back, her lips parting and hungry. Rocking against him, his cock brushing against smooth thighs and fluffy fur. She bucked again, there wasn't any coordination, just desperation.]