Secret Anniversary ~Melting Reason at a Snowy Hot Spring Inn~
Eren and Mikasa are celebrating their one-year anniversary. Normally, Eren teases the girl he likes because he can't be honest with his feelings, but he's slowly started to show his softer side only to Mikasa.
The two of them have a "secret anniversary" that they haven't told anyone about. It's a special day known only to them, completely separate from their real anniversary. To celebrate, Eren took the plunge and booked an expensive hot spring inn deep in the mountains. The tiny inn, far from
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The damp bathrobe was terribly cold.
The corridor from the open-air bath back to the room was hushed, as if it belonged to another world entirely. The polished wooden floorboards were ice-cold against their bare soles. The warmth of the hot spring from just moments ago peeled away from the surface of their bodies with each passing minute. Eren Yeager was silent. Mikasa, walking beside him, said nothing either.
(*Why am I always like this?*)
He cursed inwardly. He had kissed her. Impulsively, at that. The sensation of her lips still lingered as vividly as a dream, yet the only thing rising from his throat was a hot, formless lump, not words. The feeling of Mikasa tugging at the edge of his bathrobe in the open-air bath was seared into his palm and wouldn't leave.
His feet stopped in front of the room's sliding door.
Eren couldn't bring himself to look at Mikasa's face. Instead, he stared fixedly at his own knobby fingers touching the frame of the shoji screen. Noticing that his fingertips were trembling slightly, he clenched his back teeth.
"Eren."
Only her voice rang out with startling clarity in the silence. No rejection, no teasing, no coyness. Just a low, warm sound calling his name.
Instead of answering, Eren yanked the sliding door open with force.
The room was still warm. The indirect lighting, which should have been turned off before they left, cast the earthen walls in a hazy orange glow. The white camellia in the alcove stared at the two of them like a living thing. Beyond the large glass door in front, the illuminated snow garden shone with an even deeper brilliance than it had during the day.
It was quiet.
No—too quiet. Eren felt on his skin that the air in the room was quivering tautly, like a drawn bowstring.
"...Hey."
He turned around.
She was standing right behind him. Small droplets of water, not yet fully dry, dripped from the ends of her short black hair. The collar of her bathrobe was slightly loose, and the line of her pale collarbone leaped into his vision. Her narrow, almond-shaped eyes, which usually emitted a sharp light, now reflected only Eren, wavering with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
Words were utterly useless.
"Ah—"
Before he knew it, Eren had grabbed her slender wrist. He pulled her forcefully. Her body lost its balance and collapsed against his chest. Through the damp bathrobe, the soft feel of her breasts and the unbelievably rapid beating of her heart transmitted to him. Though surely, his own heart was three times louder.
Just like that, they tumbled down, entangled, onto the futon laid out on the tatami.
"...Eren."
Mikasa, now beneath him, called his name with just a breath. Her voice had already given up on even pretending to be calm.
Eren didn't answer. Instead, he reached out his right hand. His slightly rough fingertips touched Mikasa's cheek. Her skin, cooled from the bath, was faintly cold, and yet the heat beneath it seemed to transmit to him mysteriously.
He pressed his lips to hers again.
A kiss unlike the impulsive one in the open-air bath—this one was meant to confirm. He touched her lightly, then pulled away immediately. And then, once more. He nibbled at Mikasa's well-shaped lips, pecking at them over and over. Her closed eyelashes trembled, and a small "nn" of breath escaped her. Mikasa's arms gently wrapped around Eren's back. It wasn't a force of rejection. It was a clear signal that she, too, was seeking him.
"...Are you scared?"
Pulling his lips away, Eren pressed his forehead against hers and asked. He was aware himself that his voice was trembling pathetically.
Mikasa slowly opened her closed eyes. Her jet-black pupils captured Eren up close. She said nothing, just quietly shook her head. Then, she tightly gripped the chest of Eren's bathrobe. It was a "no" more eloquent than anything else could have been.
In that moment, the last remaining hesitation in Eren's heart vanished with an audible snap.
Eren's trembling fingers went to the knot of Mikasa's obi. But contrary to his impatient heart, his fingertips refused to obey. The tight knot, which should have been easy to untie normally, was now as stubborn as an intricate puzzle box. His fingers slipped twice, three times, and a thin layer of sweat began to form on Eren's brow.
"Damn it..."
A curse, almost like a whine, slipped out.
At that moment, Mikasa's hand smoothly extended.
Her long, pale fingers gently overlapped Eren's trembling hand. She said nothing, simply guiding Eren's fingers to the correct position. As if gently untangling a knotted thread.
"...Mikasa."
He moved his fingers as guided. There was a slight resistance—*tug*—and in the next instant, the obi came softly undone. Slowly, the folds of the bathrobe opened. What appeared there was porcelain-smooth, pure white bare skin. And rising in place of the post-bath steam, her sweet scent, faintly mixed with sweat.
Eren's fingertips fearfully touched her collarbone. Then, like rainwater trailing down a window, he slowly slid his fingers along. Each time he traced the slender curve of each individual rib, Mikasa's body gave a small jolt.
"Ah..."
A thin voice, on the verge of vanishing, unimaginable from her usual self.
Eren's hand stopped. Surprised, he looked at her face. Mikasa had her eyes squeezed shut, her lips slightly parted. Her usual expressionless mask was nowhere to be found. It was a pained expression, as if enduring something other than pain—something heartrending.
"...Don't... stop."
A plea, faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet clear.
Deep in Eren's chest, something pulsed hotly with a *thump*. The trembling in his fingers ceased. He wanted to hear more of that voice. He wanted to feel more of her. That impulse completely shattered the restraints of reason. This time, he let his entire palm crawl over her bare skin, as if searching for heat. The pads of his fingers touched a small swell.
"Nn..."
A pained sigh escaped her lips. Looking, he saw she was gripping the edge of the sheet tightly. Eren concentrated every nerve into his fingertips. Fearfully, he touched that soft protrusion, tracing it slowly in a circle.
"Fua... ah."
This time, a distinct voice. Her hips jerked with a jolt, her spine arching.
(*Ah, I see...*)
In a corner of Eren's mind, something clicked into place. She wasn't expressionless. He simply hadn't been looking until now. Each time his fingertips probed, Mikasa's sighs grew deeper, hotter. Her voice calling his name was almost like crying.
"Eren... Eren..."
Her voice, trembling with desire for him, took complete control of Eren. Guided by that voice, he drew his body closer, seeking to know her more deeply.
It was the moment Eren slowly tried to push forward.
Mikasa's face twisted slightly. As if enduring pain, her slender eyebrows drew together tightly, and he heard the faint sound of her clenching her back teeth. Her arms wrapped around Eren's back, and her fingers, far from just gripping his back, dug directly into his skin. Her nails found the soft flesh and pierced sharply.
"...!"
He involuntarily held his breath. It hurt. But more than that, her pain transmitted to him painfully.
"Mikasa... are you okay?"
He stopped moving and peered into her face.
She opened her tightly shut eyes and looked up at Eren. Those black eyes were slightly moist with pain. But the words that came from her mouth were different from what Eren expected.
"...Don't move. Just... like this, for a bit."
Her voice feigned calm, but the end of it was hoarse and fading.
Eren stopped moving as he was told. Then, he gently pressed his forehead against Mikasa's. Her breathing was a little fast and hot. His own breath was surely just as hot. The two of them remained joined, perfectly still, for a minute, or perhaps ten. In this room with no clock or television, even the sense of time melted away.
Outside the window, only the snow continued to fall silently.
He felt the force of the nails digging into his back slowly, ever so gradually, loosen. In the space between pain and tension, Eren could do nothing. Just calling her name was all he was capable of right now.
"...Mikasa."
He had thought many times before that some things could be conveyed without words. But now, it was different.
This heat wouldn't reach her unless he gave it a voice.
This trembling would disappear unless he put it into words.
Feeling her heat, Eren felt, for the first time in his life, that he was truly touching someone. Between the two of them flowed something that wasn't words—something from a "much, much deeper place." A quiet, intense sensation, as if their very souls were touching.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Mikasa's arms slowly moved from Eren's back to his neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck of her own accord and murmured in a slightly trembling voice.
"...It's... okay."
That single phrase decisively shattered the silence of the snowy night.
Eren didn't remember how long that night lasted.
Only Mikasa's existence, who began to make sounds like a musical instrument in time with his movements, was his entire world. When he started moving slowly, as if to confirm, she let out short, breath-holding sounds: "Nn, nnn."
"More..."
She said it almost unconsciously. Driven by those words, Eren's movements gradually became faster, deeper. The wet sound of their skin colliding echoed faintly in the quiet room. Inside her was hot and soft, constricting him like a living thing and refusing to let go. Mikasa released the sheet she had been gripping and clung tightly to Eren's neck.
"Ahh, Eren...!"
Her sweet, aching voice filled the room. Mikasa, who was supposed to be cool and unexpressive, was now completely coming undone beneath Eren. She wore the face of a fully liberated woman, something no one who knew her usual self could ever imagine. That fact brought Eren an intense possessiveness and, beyond that, a heart-wrenching tenderness.
"...You're... mine."
Eren murmured in a voice so low it surprised even himself, gripping her hips tightly and thrusting even deeper. He felt her vagina clamp down tightly on his penis. He even had the illusion that the shape of his cock was being etched into her pussy.
"Ha, ah... I'm... Eren's...!"
Her voice, repeating it like a delirious mantra, was now so blurred that even the line between moans and tears was indistinct.
Eventually, Mikasa wrapped her arms around Eren's neck and pulled him close of her own accord, whispering tearfully into his ear.
"More... deeper... I want... Eren."
Her hips began to sway slowly, as if pressing herself against him. In time with that movement, obscene squelching sounds leaked from their joined parts, their mingled fluids running down their thighs and soaking into the sheets.
The restraints of reason were completely gone.
He pounded his hips into her like a beast. Each time his penis, inside Mikasa, rubbed against her vaginal folds, Mikasa threw her head back and let out a high-pitched "Hyaa!" Each time his glans knocked at the entrance to her womb, her entire body convulsed with a jolt, over and over.
"I'm coming... I'm going to come, Eren...!"
In response to the premonition of her climax, Eren's own urge to ejaculate surged up all at once. A pleasure so intense the area around his hips felt like it was melting hotly. He mustered the last of his strength and thrust himself into her deepest depths.
"I'm cumming, Mikasa...!!"
*Throb, throb!*
Inside her pussy, his cock pulsed as if exploding. Hot semen was expelled, shooting out again and again, aimed at the deepest part of her cervix.
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
At the sensation of her first-ever vaginal ejaculation, Mikasa's body arched like a bow. At the same time, her insides contracted with unbelievable force—*squeeze*—as if trying to wring out every last drop of Eren's semen. Each time her vagina convulsed with the aftershocks of climax, Eren too continued to pump out his cum, as if it st
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