𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 💋
Mikasa Ackerman
She was your apartments handyman, you were a clumsy tenant with a knack for broken light fixtures and a growing obsession. Watching her wasn’t enough you just had to have her...
The soft chime of the doorbell cut through the quiet of your apartment, pulling your attention from the mirror. You dragged one last look over yourself, tilting your head slightly, admiring the way the dim lighting caught the sheen of your skin. The black lace robe draped over you barely clung to your shoulders, the matching dress underneath hugging every curve just right. A slow smirk crept onto your lips. You looked good, and you knew it.
You raised your glass for one last sip of the mixed drink you’d been sipping on all afternoon. The liquor rolled down your tongue before sliding down your throat like silk. It hit slow and warm, blooming through your chest and spreading lower, igniting a slow heat beneath your skin. Every inch of you felt softer, bolder, your limbs looser, your smile lazier, your eyes and body humming with a languid liquid confidence.
You set the glass down with a soft clink, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips. You didn’t just look like sin draped in lace tonight. You felt like it. Ready, ripe and waiting.
Rolling your shoulders back, you let out a steady breath, smoothing your hands down the delicate fabric before making your way to the door. Your fingers curled around the knob, hesitating just a second, anticipation thrumming beneath your skin. Then, with a slow pull, you opened it.
And there she was in all her glory.
Mikasa Ackerman stood in your doorway, looking just as fine as you remembered. Maybe even finer.
Her dark eyes swept over you, slow and intentional, before meeting your gaze with something unreadable. That same quiet intensity, that same effortless confidence. She leaned against the frame, her silk black hair was pulled up into a messy bun, arms crossed over her chest, her fitted black top stretching just enough to make your thoughts stray somewhere dangerous. The low sit of her cargo pants, the band of her boxers slightly peaking against her v line, the tool belt slung around her hips, it all added to the air of raw, unbothered, dominance she carried.
“How you been Ms.L/N” she asked, voice smooth with an edge of amusement.
You have a soft laugh, tilting your head just a little. “Mm. Don’t be formal” you said playful but easy. “Call me Y/N.”
Her lips curved, just barely. “Y/N, then.” She let the name linger in the air for a beat too long, soft and unhurried as if she was trying it on.
You held her gaze letting the silence stretch. “Better,” you murmured your voice barely above a hum.
You didn’t say anything else, you didn’t have to. The way her eyes stayed on you said enough.
Then just barely something flickered in her expression, like she caught herself leaning in way too far. Her jaw flexed slightly as she shifted her weight, straightening from the doorframe with a quiet breath. She uncrossed her arms, fingers brushing the edge of her tool belt as if it was grounding her.
“So…I heard there was a plumbing issue?” This time her voice was a shade more level, professional even. Her eyebrow lifted ever so faintly like she was trying to remind the both of you why she was really here.
A lazy smile tugged at your lips. “Oh yeah, I didn’t think they’d send someone out so quick.” Your voice was thick white sweetness, every syllable so slow and deliberate. “It’s such a small thing…almost feel bad for wasting your time.”
Your fingers drifted down the edge of your robe, grazing the silk where it slipped off your arms, a faint pout touched your lips.
“Silly me…I can be so careless sometimes.” You looked up at her through your fluttering eyelashes, eyes wide and innocent, but just shy of believable.
Mikasa arched a brow, gaze flicking down to the way your fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of your robe, like you were daring it to slip. A smirk ghosted over her lips before she shook her head.
“Mm, no trouble at all..I was in the area,” voice low, like she was humoring you. “And I wouldn’t call it wasted time…not for a pretty girl like you.” Your smile deepened, but you said nothing, just tilted your head letting her words hang in
She glanced past you and then back at you again “Mind if I come in?” Tone still casual but her eyes didn’t move from yours. “Might as well take a look…since I’m already here” she stepped close enough for the air to shift between you.
You stepped aside slowly, robe swaying with the motion. “Be my guest” you murmured, the warmth in your voice just as layered as hers.
She crossed the threshold with a quiet confidence taking her time, letting her gaze sweep over the space before settling back on you. Taking the lead you guided her to the kitchen, making sure she caught the sway of your hips.
“It’s the sink,” you said, turning on your heel. “I was washing dishes, and one of my rings slipped off, went straight down the drain.” She watched your lips as you spoke.
“I tried to get it myself, but my hands are too small to reach.” Your lips curled into a slight pout, as you leaned your back against the counter.
Mikasa let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Damn shame,” she murmured, already crouching down, pulling out a wrench from her belt. “Bet it was a nice one, huh?”
“Real nice.” You let the words drag from your lips.
She glanced up at you then, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air stretched, thick, heavy with something neither of you named but both felt. Then, just as quickly, she looked away, shaking her head slightly before getting to work.
Sitting down at the table adjacent to the kitchen, you watched her as she worked. Eyes lowly observant and lips caught in between your teeth, taking in the way her muscles flexed beneath her shirt, the slight furrow in her brow as she worked. The air smelled like her, cedar, something deep and warm, mixing intoxicatingly with the soft sweetness of your own perfume.
“You do this often?” you asked, breaking the silence.
“Fix sinks?”
“Make house calls this late?” Nearing midnight, the moon full and illuminating outside the kitchen window.
Mikasa let out a small hum, amused. “Only when it's a real emergency.”
A slow smirk tugged at your lips. “That so?”
“Mm.” She twisted the wrench, jaw tightening just slightly with the effort, her voice dropping a little lower. “Though some people like to fake emergencies just to get a lil’ attention.”
You let out a soft laugh, stepping closer, slow, deliberate. “You accusing me of lying, Mikasa?”
She didn’t look at you, but you caught the twitch of her lips. “I didn’t say all that.”
“But that’s what you meant.” You rebutted quickly not giving her time think.
Mikasa hummed, adjusting something beneath the sink. “Maybe.” She paused her movements for a moment, still not looking at you.
“Well..are you lying, Y/N” The way your name dripped off her tongue was just so intoxicating.
“Maybe.” your voice teasing as a small smile tugged at your lips.
She let out a slight chuckle before continuing her work, you sipping slowly at the water in your cup.
The room was quiet for a long moment, the only sounds the faint dripping of the faucet, the subtle movements of her hands working. Then, finally, she stood, wiping her hands on a rag.
“Good news,” she said, holding something shiny. “Got your ring.”
You let out a small breath, pressing a hand to your chest in mock relief. “You really are a lifesaver.”
Mikasa smirked, stepping closer, holding the ring just out of reach. “That right?” You nodded slowly as you went to reach for it.
Your fingers brushed hers as you took it, the brief contact sparking something, something neither of you pulled away from. Her touch lingered a second too long. Your breath hitched just slightly. The air felt hotter.
“Always happy to help,” she murmured, voice a little rougher now.
Your eyes flickered to her lips, then back up to her gaze.
You held the ring in your hand as you backed against the counter, tilting your head just slightly. “Since you’re already here… maybe you’d wanna stay for a drink?” Your voice friendly but not too shy of suggestive
Mikasa studied you, dark eyes roaming over your face, down to where your robe had slipped, exposing the smooth skin of your shoulder. She exhaled through her nose, something like amusement dancing in her expression.
“Aight,” she finally said, smirking. “One drink.”
You grinned, stepping back, turning towards the cabinet. “Hope you like tequila.”
Mikasa chuckled, following you into the dining room.
“Long as you pour it right, I’ll drink whatever you got.”
You led her into the living room, the click of her boots against your floors grounding and strangely thrilling all at once. The soft amber glow of the lamp spilled over the space, casting warm shadows along the curve of the couch and glinting off the rim of your glassware.
“Make yourself comfortable,” you said over your shoulder, already moving toward the bar cart tucked beside the bookshelf.
Mikasa gave a quiet nod and settled onto the couch, her movements calm. She leaned back, one arm draped over the backrest, legs slightly parted, relaxed, but not unguarded. Her eyes tracked you from across the room, unreadable but lingering.
You took your time with the drinks, letting the sound of pouring tequila stretch through the quiet like a promise. When you finally turned, glasses in hand, her gaze didn’t waver.
You crossed the room slowly, the hem of your robe skimming your thighs with each step. You sat beside her, not too close, but close enough that your knee brushed hers. Just barely.
You offered her the glass, the golden liquid sloshing in the half full cup.
“To finding lost things,” you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
She let out a soft breath of a laugh. “To careless girls,” she countered, raising her glass.
You both drank. The tequila burned smooth and clean down your throat, settling in your belly like heat pooling low.
Conversation followed, light, easy. You laughed a little too softly at her dry jokes. You asked about her work, leaned in just slightly when she spoke. As the cups almost finished, your bodies began to loosen, that impenetrable guard she seemed to have slowly withered away, her laugh so soft filled the room.
Your leg brushed hers again. And again. Moving closer and neither of you moved.
Eventually, you set your glass down and turned your body more fully toward her, your thigh now pressed against hers, warm through the fabric. Her arm still rested along the back of the couch, and your shoulder slipped just beneath it without thinking.
Or maybe it was very much on purpose.
“You’re not really who I pictured when I called,” you said, voice soft, lips barely parting. “Guess I got lucky.” She chuckled
Her eyes flicked to you, then to your mouth, then back again. She didn’t reply right away.
So you pressed on, your fingers ghosting over her knee, feather-light, like you weren’t even aware you’d done it.
“You always drink with your tenants this late?” you teased, your voice dipping just enough to let the words hang between flirtation and invitation.
Her eyes narrowed, just a touch. A slow exhale followed before she finally spoke.
“I usually don’t stay for drinks,” she said evenly. “But then again… most people don’t answer the door half-dressed and smelling like warm tequila.”
You laughed, low and pleased. “So what, you’re saying I’m the exception?”
“I’m saying,” she replied, turning to face you more directly, her gaze steady. “If you keep touching me like that and pretending it’s accidental, I’m not gonna play along much longer.”
The silence that followed was thick. Your breath caught somewhere in your chest. Excitement soon followed as a coy smile spread across your face.
And still, you didn’t move your hand.
"what If I don't wanna play anymore" your voice low as your hand wandered higher, brushing along the inside of her leg, passing the heat of her center and beneath her shirt. Your fingers traced the cut of her toned stomach. Your body trembled slightly as your weight shifted across her lap, you now straddling her.
Her scent was dizzying, skin hot to the touch. She exhaled, a soft approving hum that you felt all the way down your spine.
"So stop playing." her eyes looked something serious, low and daring as she slid the robe off your shoulders, her hands sliding up your body, around your waist. The way her hands slid and cupped your curves, as if you were made for her. The slight pressure of her touch was enough to make you dizzy, you took your bottom lip into your mouth as her hands squeezed your hips, pressing you down into her.
"Tell me what you want from me" her hands cupped your breasts, breath catching in your throat as her fingers grazed your hardened nipples that pressed through the sheer fabric.
You let out a breath, hips instinctively grinding down onto her crotch, desperate to relieve the ache throbbing deep between your legs. The heat in your panties was beginning to become unbearable, sticky, pulsing and seeping through the fabric of your panties.
There were no words to express the depth of your need and want for her, the sheer hunger that lived under your skin since the moment you first laid eyes. The countless nights you moaned her name as your fingers worked deep inside your pussy, chasing the memory of her face, her scent, her voice.
So instead of talking you slid your hands into her silk black hair, tugging lightly so you had full access to her lips, mouth crashing onto hers without a thought.
The kiss was hungry, messy, breathless as your tongues lapped against each others. Your hands moved without thought, threading through her hair it, pulling it from the bun so that it fell so pretty against her shoulders, cupping her jaw, sliding down her neck. Hands just everywhere like you needed to touch all of her at once. She groaned in your mouth, her own hands all over your body, gripping your waist , skimming under your thin little dress, calloused palms trailing the curve of your spine. You gasped as her hands dipped lower, kneading into the flesh of your ass with a possessive grip, yanking you into her until there wasn't a breath of space left. Your bodies circled together, heat and friction building as her hips pressed forward, grinding into you.
Your soft moans spilled into mikasas mouth as you began to hastily grind atop of her, the drag of your hips matching the push of hers. Mikasa took your bottom lip into her mouth sucking it gently before pulling back so she could wander to your neck. Her tongue making circles as she sucked lightly on that spot that made a long moan draw from your throat.
The way your bodies molded against eachother was just perfect, her hands pulling your hips along her body as you dragged them back and forth chasing your own release.
"I want you mikasa, " she pulled back, watching you with slow intentful eyes as she pulled the top of your dress down, exposing your perked brown nipples. It was like the hunger completely glossed over her eyes, her mouth suctioning onto your nipple, tongue twirling and sucking the bud causing you to moan out. You desperately dragged your hips back and forth on her lap, your panties soaked now and dampening her crotch.
“want you so badd” you moaned, getting up on your feet, both feet planted on the couch on either side of her, hands gripping the back of the couch for stability as your hips snapped back and forth. You moaned uncontrollably, the new angle of your clit on her crotch hitting so good, the suction of her nipple in your mouth turning you into absolute putty.
“Such a desperate fucking slut" pulling back with a arrogant smirk just to watch you unravel atop her, her hand snaking up your body and around your throat, hips grinding even harder to tease you even more. She breathily moaned under you, feeling the pressure of your warm pussy against her crotch, the sight and sound of you driving her crazy. Your breasts on full display, the perfect mounds bouncing with every moment, the perfect spread of your thighs giving her a full view of your soaked pussy through the sheer fabric of your lace thong just dragging back and forth against her clothed crotch, leaving a wet spot on her pants. And your face, god so pretty, those perfect glossy lips were parted as your eyes low and filled with pleasure, your lashes fluttering at her so lightly.
She couldn’t help but thumb your clit through the thin fabric, relishing in the beautiful sounds of your broken moans, but that just wasn't enough. Her fingers slipped underneath you, the tip of her middle finger sliding into your wet hole so easy, your pussy already trying to swallow her.
"Fuck y/n," she cursed your name like she just couldn't believe it "so wet and open for me." Taking that as initiative she added two more fingers. She figured your greedy pussy could take it.
"Mikasaa!!" You moaned her name as her fingers pumped up into you at a steady pace, her fingers curling as she slid in and out.
You felt a pressure building, slow and intense. Your hand rising to grip around the wrist that was squeezing around your throat, the other one taking a fistful of her shirt, pulling her even closer. you were there, right there, rightttttt-
"Don't fucking cum unless I tell you too" she ordered and you let out a desperate whine, slowing your pace in protest, but just as quickly she started at an almost punishing pace. Your jaw fell open and your body froze as her fingers worked deeper into you.
"Did I say stop?" her grip tightened on your throat, ensuing you stay right where she wanted you. You couldn't do anything but take it. You started your movement back up, eyes flickering to the back of your head at the overwhelming feeling, every glide of your hips pushed her fingers deeper and deeper, meeting her already punishing pace.
"Please," you gasped, moans caught in your throat, the only sound being heard was the squelching of your pussy as she fucked you so good with her fingers. "Im gonna-nghmmm please let meee" you were losing your mind at this point, both hands wrapped around her arm now as you let her fingers work inside of you.
"This what you wanted right?" her voice was teasing, her pace never letting up. She loved watching your pretty fucked out face as you tried to search for words.
"Yesssnghh baby-" you could feel yourself dripping all over her fingers. "So badd"
A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips. "Then be a good girl and beg for it" she murmured, her fingers never losing its rhythm, relentless, knowing, cruel in all the right ways.
Your words dissolved into trembling incoherent whimpers "Please Please-lemme cum, baby-I cantttplease Mika" . It felt so fucking good, you didn't understand how her arm wasn't tired yet. The utter sound of you, so desperate and needy for her, was enough to keep her going for days. Her eyes were locked on the way your body responded, fully relishing in how your thighs trembled and how your hips tried to jerk away from her with every movement of her fingers.
Finally, as your eyes rolled back and your pleads weren't even words anymore, just strung out moans and cries, she pulled you in close so that her mouth was directly next to her ear. "Go ahead. Cum for me." words like silk against your skin, an answer to all your prayers.
That was all you needed.
A wave of mind numbing pleasure tore through you, so swift and all consuming you fell back onto your knees, straddling her once again. your arms wrapped tightly around her neck as if she was anchoring you, your body arching and convulsing in her hold.
"Good fucking girl" she whispered, basking in the sound of your pleasure, so loud it filled the room and probably the entire apartment. The feeling of your nails digging into her shoulders caused her to let out a soft moan against you.
She dropped her head to meet your gaze "You so pretty you know that?" she whispered, watching your eyes flicker and chest heave. You nodded wearily not having the capacity at the moment to speak or even form words, her touch softening as she eased you through it. Your body gave one last jolt before you collapsed into her chest, your body settling in her lap, chest to chest, and face planted in her neck. Her hand caressed your back side, slow and gentle, the other pulling out your pussy with a squelch.
She kissed your forehead before speaking softly. “Clean up your mess.”She demanded, holding up her hand. You lifted your head, eyes meeting her in a low daze as you opened your mouth slowly, taking her in with a flick of your tongue and a soft contented hum. The taste of your sweet and bitter cum spread across your tongue.
She watched you, eyes dark and amused as you licked her fingers clean, your lips parting around her fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You let your mouth trail farther, following the line of her forearm, licking away every drop that had dripped down her skin. Your lips moved with slow devotion, tongue dragging against her skin as you went, hands sliding under her shirt gently caressing her breasts. She exhaled hard through her nose, her muscles tightening, hand flexing around your waist before taking a handful of your ass. She watched you with a flickering gaze, uncertain whether to let you finish or throw you down on the couch and tongue fuck you.
Your mouth reached up her arm, over the softness of her shoulder, then along her neck, slow, reverent, tongue tracing circles around her pulse. "mmm" She let out a low satisfied moan, her eyes fluttered half closed, her head tilting to the side inviting you in. You continued, humming against her neck as you claimed what you decided was yours the minute you met her. Your lips leaving purple and red marks in its wake.
"Fuckk," she cursed lowly, your tongue licking and sucking her sweet spot "You dont even know what you do to me y/n." She placed a firm smack to the top of your ass causing you to moan into her skin, both hands settling on the mounds of flesh as she squeezed and kneaded them in her palms.
You pressed a final kiss just beneath her ear before meeting her gaze, lips ghosting hers, there were no words exchanged, only the heavy breaths and deep stares that screamed nothing but desire. There was a beat, where your eyes dropped from her eyes to her lips and hers to yours. The tension trapped in between was just too much, so you leaned in, lips parting immediately to let her taste what she'd made of you. Her grip on your ass tightened as she moaned in your mouth, like the taste of you had snapped something in her. Without breaking the kiss she lifted you up, placing your back against the seat of the couch, her dark hair cascading your face as she leaned over you. Breaking the kiss she peppered kissed down your chest, and onto your stomach as her hands slid up your legs.
"Can I taste you?" her eyes were pleading as she looked up at you. She didn't even need to ask, your legs already spreading wider for her. She smirked against your skin before turning her attention back to your body, trailing lower and lower, her face almost eye level with your pussy until-
Bzzz Bzzzzz Bzzzzzz
Her phone in her pocket vibrated, the buzzes seeming growing louder and louder. She tried to ignore it, continuing to pepper kisses along your thigh.
BZZZZ BZZZZZZ
It took the both of you out of the element, mikasa letting out frustrated grunt before sitting up, grabbing her phone from her pocket.
"Fucking asshole" she cursed under her breath looking at her managers contact before answering. You lied there a slight pout on your face as you watched her, agitated and listening to what you would assume was her manger chewing her ass out.
"Yeah whatever, im just getting finished up, on my way." and with that she hung the phone up. You frowned at her, foot tracing lazily against her leg. You knew the night was over.
"Leaving me?" You asked, voice soft but cracking on the edge of a whine. You hated how needy it sounded, but couldn't stop it. She paused. Nodding her head slightly. Her eyes were full with something between longing and dread.
"I wasn't supposed to be here this long." she whispered, her tone low, almost apologetic, yet there was no regret in it. She gently pulled your ankle towards her, admiring the glint of the pretty gold chain that dangled from it, your pretty white painted toes, images flashing in her mind of how good they'd look sitting on her shoulder. But for now, she just gently pressed a kiss on the top of your foot like it was a goodbye and a promise all at once, before standing from the couch.
You stood up slowly, adjusting your dress with shaky fingers, picking up the discarded robe she'd pulled off you ages ago, sliding it back onto your arms. Your limbs felt loose and watery as you followed behind her with soft steps as she made her way to your door, your robe hung open, her scent still clinging onto your skin. Her boots thudded softly near the door as she stepped back into them.
"When can I expect you again?" you played with the hem of your robe, your back leaning against the wall. "Next time i'm feeling clumsy?" you teased.
"Next time you're feeling "clumsy", she turned her attention to you, stepping toward you, eyes dark and catching. You didn't budge as she pressed her body against yours, making your spine arch against the cold wall. Both her arms came up on either side of you, caging you in, her mouth ghosting along your ear. "Im not leaving until you're shaking again," her voice sent a shiver down your spine "Crying my name..dripping all over my tongue." Your breath caught at the sheer promise of her words.
She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her lips so close to yours. All it'd take was little nudge and you'd be back where it all started. She'd say fuck that manager and drop to her knees and deliver that promise right now. Oh how badly she wanted to, the way you were looking at her with those pleading eyes, Mikasa staring back at you with pure hunger. But she couldn't, not right now.
"Until next time, pretty girl." And just like that she pulled away, a sharp exhale, taking one final glance over her shoulder before turning the knob and shutting the door firmly behind her.
You stood there frozen, pulse roaring in your ears. Your fingers drifted down your body, skimming where she had been, hands dropping in between your legs. You were soaked. still. Your legs still quivered slightly.
You shook your self out of your daze, squealing to yourself as you made your way to your bathroom, thoughts wandering about what you should call for next.
I could flush my panties down the toilet?
orr
Break the lightbulb and pretend it blew?
Nah already did that.
Your mind spun with endless thoughts, body still humming with need and yearning. That was only a taste, just enough to tease, to keep you wanting, only fanning the flame to the insatiable hunger you had for her. Desperation curled deeper inside of you.
One night could never be enough.
Whew this was sitting In my drafts for a minnn
Take a wild guess what movie inspired this🌚
