Mikasa locked all the doors and glares at you suspiciously.

"Listen up. I heard the rumours about traitors and how they all gather upon the night..."

She said with her arms crossed as she menacingly walks over to you.

"And I saw you sneaking out last night, could you explain yourself?"

You grab her ass, making Mikasa gasp in surprise. Her eyes widen, blushing heavily as she looks down at You. But then she regains her composure and glares up at you again. "What do you think you're doing?" She asks coldly. "And why were you following me?"

She doesn't move an inch, even when your hands touch her body so intimately. Her stance remains steady, ready to defend herself or attack if necessary.

Her voice cold and her body unyielding, she responds firmly: "Let go." She doesn't know why you would try this now of all times, but she won't give in so easily. "Answer my question," she demands, holding your gaze defiantly.

She freezes for a moment, shocked by your words and the compliment. Even though she's known you for quite some time now, hearing such praise from your lips throws her off guard. Her blush deepens as she tries to compose herself again, but fails miserably.

"You can... let go," she mutters softly, still glaring at you suspiciously. "And I'd appreciate it if you answered my question."

The taste of your lips on hers sends shockwaves through her body, making her mind spin. Her hands reach up to gently cup your face as she responds to the kiss, opening herself up more fully. Her blush deepens even further, spreading down her neck and across her chest. She moans softly into your mouth, unable to resist any longer.

She breathes heavily as the passion between them grows, her body pressed tightly against yours. Your kiss moves down her neck and she shudders with pleasure, arching her back instinctively. "Why... why were you following me?" she manages to ask in a hoarse whisper, the sound muffled by your lips.

She gasps as your lips leave her neck and travel back up to her mouth, savoring the feel of yours against hers. The way you squeeze her buttocks sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, making it tighten in response. Even though she's confused by these feelings and desires, they're overwhelmingly intense, and for now, she lets herself enjoy them.

"I... I don't understand," she whispers between kisses, not daring to ask more as she feels her self-control slipping away. "But... this feels so good." She pants heavily, lost in the sensations coursing through her.

Mikasa moans as you slide your hand beneath her skirt and find the delicate fabric of her panties, spreading them apart to reveal her aching sex. She shudders in anticipation, her body arching toward you, seeking more contact.

"Please," she whispers breathlessly. "Touch me." Her voice is filled with need, and she can feel herself growing wet at your touch, her desire for you overpowering everything else.

She gasped as your hand touched her intimately through her panties, fingers teasing and exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her hips bucked against your hand instinctively, seeking more contact.

She moans loudly as your fingers find their way inside her, thrusting roughly but oh-so-perfectly, filling her up with pleasure. Her back arches off the floor as she writhes beneath you, desperate for release. "Ahhh... harder," she gasps between moans, unable to believe how good this feels. "Don't stop."

Her breath hitches as you move your head toward her sensitive folds, eagerly anticipating the contact of your lips and tongue on her aching flesh. She parts her legs further, granting you better access as she whispers your name in a hoarse, pleading tone.

"Armin... please..." Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact with your mouth even as she feels the intensity of sensations building within her. "S-so good."

Her world explodes in a wave of pleasure as your lips and tongue find their target, skillfully teasing and pleasuring her swollen nub. She cries out your name, arching her back off the floor as she feels herself building toward release. Her hips rise and fall rhythmically, meeting each deep thrust of your mouth with increasing desperation. "Armin... more..."

The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming. Every fiber of her being tingles with excitement as the sensations build higher and higher, her body straining toward release. She clenches tight around your fingers inside her, desperate for completion as she hangs onto the edge of oblivion. "Armin... I'm so close..."

Mikasa moans deeply as you devour her sex with relentless determination, her body trembling from the force of her climax. Her nails claw at your shoulders and neck, leaving mark after mark on your skin as she loses control to the sensations coursing through her. With a shattering cry, her entire being is consumed by ecstasy, and for a moment, there's nothing left but pleasure, bliss, and the taste of you on her lips.

"Armin..." She whispers your name like a prayer, her voice hoarse and sultry as she comes down from her high, reveling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Even now, she can feel his fingers still moving inside her, bringing with them a hint of lingering pleasure that she doesn't want to end just yet.

Her body tenses and she cries out as you bite her sensitive clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her once more. "Armin!" She arches off the floor, clawing at your shoulders harder as her orgasm crashes over her once again. Her muscles contract around your fingers, squeezing tight in delight and desire. "Don't stop..." she whispers breathlessly, feeling a need growing deeper inside her with every passing second.

With every bit of strength she has left, she arches her back and pushes you away, gazing into your eyes. "I... I am not yours," she pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. Even as she says it, there's a part of her that wonders if maybe it's true. "Don't... don't pretend like you have any claim on me."

She collapses back onto the floor with a thud, trying to calm her racing heart and slow her labored breathing. But the feelings coursing through her body won't let her rest for long.

She gasps in surprise as you thrust your erect member into her, filling her up and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you on, even as she tries to resist this newfound desire. "Ahhh... Armin..." she moans, arching her back off the floor as you begin to move inside her with a force that takes her breath away.

As you thrust into her harder and faster, she moans your name, her hips meeting each powerful stroke with equal force. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood on your skin as she struggles to keep from climaxing too soon. The pleasure is overwhelming, building inside her like a storm about to break loose.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of taking air into her lungs. Her legs tremble and quake beneath your weight as she feels herself losing control, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her body. "Please..." She whispers brokenly, her eyes wide with desire. "Don't stop..."

Her eyes widen as you expose one of her breasts, teeth digging into her lower lip in anticipation. She arches her back off the floor, offering herself up to your touch, begging for more with every breath she takes. The sensation of your hand cupping her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple, sends a shiver down her spine and makes it hard for her to focus on anything else.

"Ahhh... Armin..." Her hips buck against yours, demanding more as you continue to pound into her tight heat. She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tense and quivering with anticipation. "I'm close... I'm going to cum!" she cries out, arching her back even further in an effort to reach your touch more deeply.

Her fingers claw at the floor as her climax rips through her, over

Her cries fill the room as you suckle on her exposed breast, your thrusts matching the rhythm of your hungry mouth. Her body convulses in pleasure, arching off the floor and trembling with each powerful stroke inside her. She moans your name, lost to the sensations coursing through her as she comes undone beneath you.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding on for dear life as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. With a final shout, she collapses back onto the floor, spent and satisfied. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, every nerve ending in her body tingling from the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

She watches you with hazy eyes as you continue to thrust into her, your powerful hips driving deep and driving home the fact that this was no ordinary night for either of them. Even now,

her heart skips a beat at the thought of what this could mean. But she pushes those thoughts aside for now, focusing on the feel of you moving inside her, the warmth spreading through her belly as your seed fills her up. With each thrust, another bit of uncertainty and confusion slips away, replaced by an odd sort of clarity that leaves her feeling exposed but somehow at peace.

She reaches up to stroke your cheek tenderly, their gazes locked together in a moment of shared understanding. "Armin," she whispers softly. Even though they've only just now admitted the truth to one another, it feels like they've known for much longer. As your hips piston faster and faster against her, she meets each thrust with a moan, arching into you and savoring every last bit of this incredible connection they share.

As you pump deeper and harder into her, she feels the warmth growing inside her, spreading through her belly like a whisper of hope. She gasps softly as your hips slam against hers one final time, your release spilling deep within her womb. Her body shudders with pleasure, every muscle tensing in unison before finally relaxing into the quiet afterglow of their passionate union.

She gazes up at you, her eyes soft and dreamy as she absorbs this new reality they've created together. "Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly once more. "For everything." There is no shame or regret in her voice, only gratitude for the connection they've shared and whatever the future may hold for them both.

Her cheeks flush with a rosy glow as she thinks about the implications of what just happened. Her gaze drops down to where your body meets hers, lost in the memory of your strength and the heat that still radiates from her core. She bites her lower lip, unsure how to feel or react. But then she looks up at you again, meeting your eyes with a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. "What does this mean... for us?"

She swallows hard, feeling a flutter deep in her stomach that both excites and unnerves her. "Will anything change?"

She hesitates for a moment, feeling the weight of your words and the kiss. Then she gives in to her instincts, wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss, responding with equal fervor. "I don't know," she whispers between kisses. "Maybe nothing... maybe everything." Her heart races as she presses her body against yours, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

She pulls back slightly, still holding onto your shoulders. Her eyes search yours for any clue about what this all means for them, but finds only a deep desire and an overwhelming need for closeness that matches her own. "What do you want?" she asks softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

She blushes again, her cheeks flaming brightly as she thinks about what this means for both of them. "I... I don't know," she admits, her voice shaking slightly. "This is all so new and overwhelming. But I think..." She swallows hard, gathering courage from somewhere deep within herself. "...I think I want whatever we have to be real." Her eyes lock onto yours, searching for your reaction, for any sign that she's not alone in this.

She reaches up, tracing her fingers along your jawline before threading them through your hair and pulling you closer still. "I don't know what that means exactly," she whispers against your lips, "but I want to find out with you."

Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her again, your lips moving hungrily against hers. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing herself closer to you. Even though she's unsure about what this means for their future, she knows that in this moment, with you like this, everything feels right.

Her hands trail down your back, following the curve of your spine before gripping your ass and pulling you deeper into her. "More," she whispers against your lips, needing the contact and closeness that only you can provide.

Her body burns with desire as you take her with reckless abandon. Her cries echo through the room, each orgasm more intense than the last. She clings to you, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels almost instinctual. As she comes undone beneath you yet again, she knows that this is what she wants, what they both need - each other.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders and back, leaving red marks on your skin as she tries to anchor herself to reality. But as the haze of pleasure clouds her mind, all that matters is the feel of you inside her, the taste of your lips against hers. "Armin," she whispers, her voice barely a breath above a whisper. "I'm yours."

She moans loudly as you thrust deeper than ever before, filling her completely. With each powerful stroke inside her, she feels your seed spilling deep into her womb. Her body shudders with pleasure, every muscle tensing and relaxing in unison as the wave of ecstasy crashes over her once again.

Her hands grip tightly at your back, nails digging in as she arches her back off the floor, taking you deeper still. "Armin..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and pleasure, each breath coming harder than the last. As your hips piston faster and faster against hers, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of complete release.

With one final cry of pleasure that rips through her entire being, she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. Her fingers curl into the

Her head thrown back against the floor, she cries out as you suckle on her breast and thrust into her hard. She arches her body, seeking more friction, more contact as pleasure ripples through every nerve ending in her body. Her hips buck upward, grinding against yours as she chases the release that's so close but just out of reach.

Her fingers tangle into your hair, pulling you closer to her breast while her other hand grips at your back, urging you deeper still. "Please," she whispers between moans, on the edge of pure sensory overload. "Don't stop." Her legs tremble and quiver with anticipation, aching for release even as she savors the intense pleasure that threatens to consume her completely.

Her cries fill the room as you squeeze her ass hard, your thrusts driving into her in time with each ragged gasp for air. Her muscles tense and relax, clenching around your length as she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more. Her hips buck upward even faster now, seeking the release that's been building inside her for what feels like an eternity.

She looks down at where you're joined, her breath coming in shallow pants as she watches your muscles flex and ripple beneath her touch. The sight is almost enough to send her over the edge right now, but she can tell there's still more pleasure to be had before she finally comes undone beneath you.

"Armin," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the force of her cries. "I'm so close..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her

Her heart races as she feels your seed spill deep inside her again. "Oh God..." She arches her back off the floor in a violent spasm, her body shuddering with release as pleasure washes over her in waves. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, leaving her feeling completely and utterly spent, yet already craving more.

As your hips finally stutter to a halt inside her, she collapses back against the floor, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her legs tremble and quake beneath her weight, every muscle in her body aching from the intensity of their lovemaking. "Armin..." She looks up at you with glazed eyes, struggling to find words that could possibly describe what just happened between them.

You are the last thing she sees before darkness claims her once more.

Her body feels heavy and sated as she drifts off to sleep, the weight of your arm draped possessively over her abdomen a comforting reminder that you're there with her, even now. In her dreams, their lovemaking continues unabated, pushing her deeper into the realm of pleasure where nothing else matters but the feel of your skin against hers and the rhythm of your hearts beating in tandem.

As she slips further away from consciousness, images flicker through her mind like candles in a strong wind: your face when you looked at her for the first time today, the way you touched her as if you'd known her all your life... It's then that it hits her, so suddenly and fiercely she feels as though she might wake from the shock of it:

The truth.

You are Armin. She is yours, and vice versa.

Her breath catches in her throat as you suckle on her breast, your thumb moving in a circular motion across her nipple, teasing and tantalizing even in her sleep. Her body responds automatically, arching into the touch with a moan that's part pleasure, part confusion. She dreams of Armin's face, feels his touch all over her skin... but you don't look like him, feel like him. And yet, somehow she knows it's really you beneath your mask.

As sleep claims her once more, the certainty sinks in: this new truth changes everything, but nothing will ever be the same again. And despite the uncertainty that comes with it, she finds herself strangely content with the idea of discovering this strange, new world together.

Morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow across your bodies as you lie entwined on her bed. Her fingers idly trail up and down your arm, marveling at the feeling of skin against skin after so long dreaming about it. She looks up at your face, still not quite used to seeing those familiar features framed by dark hair instead of blond, but somehow that only makes you more real to her now.

She brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead and leans in to press a soft kiss there. "Good morning," she whispers, her voice hoarse from sleep and the lingering effects of their passionate encounter. "What do we do now?" Even as she asks the question, she knows that there's only one answer that feels right: they keep moving forward together, figuring out this strange new world together, side by side.

She blushes at the position and closeness to you as she sits on your lap. Looking into your eyes she cups your cheek in her hand and whispers softly "Well, I'm not sure about what we do with our bodies right now." Her fingers dance over your lips and chin before coming back to gently caress your neck. "But, as for us..." She pauses, taking a deep breath. "I think we should talk. About everything that happened yesterday, today... And where we go from here."

Her heart races at the thought of sharing their truth with each other and exploring this new reality together. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once, but she knows one thing for certain: being in your arms feels right.

Her eyes widen as you put your erect member back inside her. "Armin..." she moans out, her body reacting immediately to the intrusion of your hard length pressing against her most sensitive spots again. She arches her back and grinds down on your shaft, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to draw you deeper.

"I-I'm not sure we should..." she starts, but her words are lost in a moan as her body betrays her and starts moving on its own accord, meeting your rhythm with hungry abandon. The feel of you inside her is overwhelming, making it hard to focus on anything else besides the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

"T-talk later..." she whispers, throwing her head back as a powerful wave of desire crashes over her once more.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist as you thrust deeper inside her. "Ahhh..." Her back arches further and further, pressing her breast against your lips. The sensation of being filled so completely makes it impossible for her to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. She meets your thrusts with urgency, moaning your name as she comes undone beneath you once more.

Her body shudders and trembles from the release, leaving her weak and pliant in your arms. She looks up at you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. "Armin..." Her eyes search yours for any sign that what they've done was the right thing, but finds only desire and longing mirrored back at her. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Her heart races with the realization that you truly mean to make her yours in every way possible. The thought both excites and terrifies her, but she can't deny how good it feels to be wanted like this. As your hips thrust faster against hers, driving deeper inside with each powerful stroke, she arches her back and moans loudly. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for purchase as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tense and trembling beneath yours. "Ahhh... Armin..." She whispers his name like a prayer, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they approach the brink of another intense climax. The bond between them feels almost tangible now, making her wonder if she could ever let go, even if things were to change again.

Her moans echo through the room as you fill her over and over again, each thrust deeper than the last. She feels every inch of you stretching and claiming her, leaving no doubt that she is indeed yours now. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, she loses track of time, consumed by the feel of your skin against hers and the powerful rhythm of your bodies moving together.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving red marks as she tries to anchor herself to reality, even as her body is swept away by the sensation. She looks up at you with hazy eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights to catch her breath between moans and cries of ecstasy.

As the two of you finally emerge from your post-coital haze, you exchange knowing glances. It's clear that there are still many things to discuss and sort out, but for now the bond between you seems stronger than ever. You both sigh deeply, relishing in the quiet calm before it all begins anew as you make your way through the city to begin another day at work.

Her fingers dance over her stomach, tracing circles around her belly button as she thinks about everything that's happened and what it might mean for her future. Despite the uncertainty, there's a sense of peace and contentment within her now that wasn't there before. Maybe, just maybe, they can find their way through this together after all.

As she heads towards the showers after work, Mikasa can't help but glance over her shoulder in your direction every few seconds. She knows she should probably talk to you about everything that's happened, but it feels easier just to keep enjoying these quiet moments together first. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she imagines how you might react if she just walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist right now...

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, laughing quietly to herself at the ridiculousness of her thoughts. She's not one to just give in to impulse like that, but there's something about being around you that makes her feel... different. Maybe it's because she knows she can trust you now. Or maybe it's because a part of her has always known who you really are.

With another deep breath, she steps into the shower stall and turns on the water, letting the warmth envelop her as she tries to sort through her tangled feelings. One thing is certain: their lives will never be the same again, but somehow that doesn't seem like a bad thing anymore.

Her heart hammers in her chest as she hears the soft click of the door shutting behind you. Her breath comes faster now, anticipation and desire coursing through every vein. She knows that this is crazy, they haven't even had a chance to talk properly yet, but she can't resist the urge any longer.

With shaking hands, she turns around, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror. The heat between them intensifies, like two magnets drawn together against their will. Slowly, she steps closer, until there's only a breath of air separating their bodies. Then, without even thinking about it, she leans forward and presses her lips to your reflection.