𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆

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emo!boyfriend choso, black! hyperfemme reader and his friends go shopping!

contains: FLUFF! mentions of sex, choso is very very clingy, both reader and choso are lowkey freaked out, slightest angst but it gets resolved. overall very cutesy <3

you were currently in one of your favourite boutiques, looking at all the collections that had been released since you were last there.

you gasped softly and held up a two piece matching set to your boyfriend, “isn’t this so cute?!

“mhm, looks pretty princess.”

between you and your boyfriend, the contrast was apparent. his pale face and silver piercings contrasted with the warmly painted walls and lights of the cozy store. paired with those dark, almost black eyes he had, he almost looked supernatural.

his tall, muscly frame was dressed in a black, graphic polo tee paired with black jeans and one of his many studded belts. his sleeve on his right arm was exposed, but the ones on his chest were kept away. only you had the privilege of seeing those.

you held it down and frowned, “you’ve said that for everything i’ve shown you so far, cho cho.”

“because everything here will look good on you.”

“but i can only choose a few pieces so i need you to help me narrow it down.” you sighed.

“you don’t have to choose, get whatever you want.” choso said.

“yeah but you’re paying. it might be too much”

choso narrowed his eyes at you, “when have you ever been too much? hm?”

you smiled shyly and looked away from him, “never…”

you’d always try to be modest about it, but the truth of the matter was that choso spoiled you rotten. he spent more money on you than he did on himself. he believed that was the way it should be, that his princess deserved the absolute best.

and who were you to not accept that when it worked out so well for you?

“exactly.” he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “what else do you like in here?”

“you can choose something if you want.” you offered.

choso’s eyes drifted to the pink and white striped thigh highs that caught his attention earlier. he shyly went over to get them and put them in your basket.

you looked at the thigh highs then looked back st him, batting your pretty brown eyes with a small smile on your face.

“i had a feeling you would like those. perv.”

his face went pink and he looked away, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you picked up some pink thigh garters and dangled them in choso’s face, teasingly. “you think i should get these too?”

he immediately nodded and you chuckled and put it in your basket.

choso never told you explicitly about his fetish preference for your thighs, he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. but you always saw how his eyes would linger on your thighs for a little too long when you were sitting. and there was just something about you wearing the thigh high and miniskirt combo that would make him go feral.

sex was when he was most shameless about it, however, he’d have you strip everything but your thigh/knee highs. or even worse, when he’d take them off but edge you by fucking his cock between them—

“i can help you look in that section over there, if you want…”

you saw his eyes look over to the lingerie section. you smiled and shook your head. his eyes pleaded with you to say otherwise, but you stood firm.

“i can do that myself. go and meet your friends and i’ll meet you when i’m ready to pay.” you told him.

he groaned, “no…”

“they were the ones that invited you out, you can’t ditch them cho cho. why don’t you go and check out that record store you like?” you suggested, “see if they have any albums you’ve been meaning to collect.”

“we can do that together though.” he pulled your back against his chest and started giving you kisses.

“i’m gonna take a while. i’m gonna look at more stuff and see how it fits.”

“exactly. i can help you change clothes.”

your face fell and you looked up at your boyfriend who had a small smirk on his face. you sucked your teeth before hitting him against his chest,

“go and meet your friends.”

“fine. but you’re gonna give me a haul of everything okay?”

“i always do.” you went up on your tippy toes and he leaned down, kissing you gently.

“alright. don’t take too long.”

“have fun!” you blew a kiss, “tell them i say hi!”

choso caught the kiss and waved before walking away. you hummed and continued to shop around, looking at the lingerie section.

once he was gone, everyone in the store looked at you in awe, shock but most importantly support.

“girl, that man is in love with you.” a girl said in awe and everyone in the store responded in agreement.

you smiled shyly and continued looking around the store.

for awhile, choso browsed the record store for any albums he was interested in. he browsed all his favourite sections: emo, rock, metal etc. he grabbed the albums Riot!, 21st Century Breakdown and Selfish Machines.

as he was browsing, he saw two vinyl albums hidden at the back. he pulled them out and was initially confused, due to their music genre not belonging to the section he was in. however, he knew that you would definitely enjoy the albums and put it in his basket.

after feeling satisfied with his selection, he paid and went to meet his friends who had been at the local skate shop with sukuna because he was getting a new board.

the outdoor mall got cooler as the sun was beginning to set. teenagers and college kids alike walked in their groups chatting amongst themselves, with the odd lone person walking with bags in hand. choso appreciated seeing everyone around him enjoying themselves in their own ways.

choso got to the skate shop and saw his friends standing outside.

“yo, lemme see.” sukuna showed his new board and choso whistled in approval, “that’s fire.”

“thanks. we’re done now so we’re gonna hit up the skate park. you coming?” the pink haired man asked.

“nah, y/n’s gonna give a try on haul after this.”

satoru’s mouth fell, “do you hear yourself?”

“leave him, satoru.” suguru smiled lazily.

“cool board.”

the four of them looked over and saw four girls. they were all dressed in variants of an alternative style, lathered in fishnets, jewellery, dark makeup, styled and dyed hair and chunky boots. satoru whistled to himself and eyed each of them up and down.

“you think so?” sukuna asked, “you guys skate?”

“nah, we’re more spectators.” one of the girls said, “what are your names?”

sukuna, suguru and satoru named themselves and the girls said their names in return: sakura, julia, naomi and violet.

“so, what do you guys do when you’re not skating?” sakura asked.

“we’re a band.” sukuna told them.

there was a silence. the girls looked between them and began to smile and laugh. they muttered things amongst themselves then shifted their attention back.

“what’s the band name?” violet asked.

“jujutsu sorcerers.” suguru answered.

“dope. y’all any good?” julia asked.

“hell yeah.” satoru responded, “i’m on guitar.”

“for real?” sakura smiled, “i thought you’d say drums.”

“nah, that’s all me. this fucker could never.” sukuna smirked and satoru scoffed, “fuck you dude.”

naomi pointed at suguru, “you play bass?”

“how’d you know?”

“you have that vibe.” she nodded.

in all fairness, he did. he was the most calm and collected one, while holding down the forte as the band leader. plus his appearance screamed bassist, from his dark grey wardrobe to his long, luscious black hair.

sakura looked at the tall, pale, pigtail haired man. “you haven’t said your name.”

choso remained quiet, going to between staring at his phone and staring at the sky. when he still hadn’t responded to sakura, satoru hit him on the shoulder to get his attention.

choso looked at satoru in confusion, not having noticed the girls, “what?”

“y’all forgive my friend, he’s a little slow.” he said and they chuckled. he looked at choso then the girls, “your name.”

“you do have one right?” sakura tilted her head. choso looked at her blankly then shrugged, “i guess.”

“you wanna tell us what it is?”

he hummed dryly then got out his phone, texting you to see what you were doing now. “nah, not really.”

suguru and sukuna squeezed their eyes shut with a sigh. satoru was glaring so hard at him it was enough to burn holes in the side of his temple.

“is he in the band too?”

“unfortunately. he’s guitarist and lead singer.” satoru answered, since choso was completely detached from this conversation.

“i’m going bathroom.” choso announced before swiftly leaving.

as he left, sakura watched him walk away and decided she was curious.

“he doesn’t talk much does he?” she noted.

“not to strangers.” sukuna clarified and she nodded, “so what if i make myself familiar with him? what’ll happen then?”

“what? you like him?” suguru asked.

“yeah. he’s hot. real nonchalant though.”

satoru scoffed, “don’t even bother, you’re wasting your time with him.”

“so, when’s the next show?” julia asked.

“at the end of the month.” sukuna answered.

“really?” julia bit her lip softly, “give us a date, we’ll be there.

“oh yeah?” satoru looked her up and down, a small glint in his eyes. the girls nodded and returned the same glint to each of the boys.

a small smile formed on sakura’s face as she asked, “how long do you think it’ll take for him to crack?”

“who?”

“your friend.” she answered, “i’m interested.”

sukuna sighed and scratched the back of his undercut. “yeah, sorry but he’s not interested. he’s got a girlfriend.”

“he does? she prettier than me?”

the boys all looked between each other awkwardly. they already knew the answer to that question, but didn’t know whether it should be said out loud. knowing choso, he could come in at any second and beat their asses.

“honestly?” satoru said then shook his head, giving fake assurance. “you guys aren’t even in the same league.”

“you think so?” a smile grew on her face.

“yeah. y/n’s way hotter than you.”

as if you knew they were talking about you, in you came. the guys and girls heard the clacking of heels and turned to see you walking over. your hips swayed in your pretty pink two piece set, matching your big pink puffs that bounced around with every small movement your head made.

you gasped excitedly, “kuna! you got your new board.” you walked closer and marvelled at the design, “i love it!”

sukuna stiffened for a second, still not used to the nickname coming from you, “thanks.”

you noticed the unfamiliar girls and warmly waved at them with a smile, “hi! are you friends of theirs?”

“just met actually.”

“oh okay. i’m y/n, nice to meet you.” you smiled, not realising what you just walked in on.

the girls furrowed their brows in confusion and really looked at you. sakura’s mouth parted, “you’re—”

“princess.” as soon as choso saw you he pulled you into his chest and kissed you softly on the lips. you were pleasantly shocked at first but melted into kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

choso started kissing on your neck, muttering about how he missed you.

“it was less than an hour choso.” you tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp but he refused to let you go.

you looked down at the CD bag in his hand, “what did you get?”

“a couple records and…” he got two records out of his bag.

you gasped once you saw the B’day & A Seat At The Table records in his hands. you screamed in delight and jumped into his chest, wrapping your legs around him.

“they had both of them?!”

“yeah, they were tucked away in the rock section. pretty sure someone hid them there on purpose but.” he shrugged playfully, “sucks for them i guess. come on, let’s get your clothes princess.”

you looked at the vinyl records, looked at the boutique up ahead then looked at him with the giddiest smile ever, never being so certain about something.

“i am giving you the sloppiest head ever tonight.”

choso’s face went pink, “princess, you really don’t have to.”

“but i want to.” there was a bright, horny sparkle in your eye. you hummed then rested your head against his heartbeat with a smile, “and i will. i’m already wet thinking about it.”

choso’s blush grew deeper. he looked at his friends with an embarrassed smile and locked eyes with sakura, whose face was seemingly mad or disappointed.

“what?”

satoru pointed at sakura, “she was interested in you.”

“who’s that?” he furrowed his brows, then decided a second later he didn’t care. he picked you up off his chest and held you in his arms bridal style before walking back to the boutique.

sakura shrugged, trying to appear unbothered.“they’ll break up eventually.”

“yeah they’re definitely getting married.” suguru said bluntly.

“ugh whatever.” sakura was the first to walk away and her friends followed. sukuna waved them goodbye with and satoru decided to do some promotion.

“JUJUTSU SORCERERS. WE PERFORM ON THE LAST FRIDAY OF THE MONTH. TELL YOUR FRIENDS!”

suguru sighed then checked his phone to see any messages.

“toji said they’re all there.” he groaned and laughed lightly before reading the second part of his message.

“tell choso to bring the fine ass pink girl and tell the fine ass pink girl to bring her fine ass friends.”

“man, why toji always gotta be so thirsty.” sukuna sighed. “what friends is he even talking about?”

satoru chortled, “definitely not utahime.”

a couple minutes later, you and choso returned. choso was holding what appeared to be 4 fully packed shopping bags in one hand, and holding your hand in the other.

“damn. did you buy the whole store?”

“you think? this was me trying not to overspend…” you looked at the bags but smiled anyways, “this isn’t even all of it! cho cho got me manga and the cutest ballerina shoes.”

“lucky girl.” suguru said and you giggled, “i don’t wanna go home yet though, it’s so nice out today.”

“well, we’re about to go to the skate park if you wanna come. feel free to bring your friends too.”

“oh that’s perfect! yuki and maki skate already. lemme text the group chat right now.” you were already typing away, “is kirara there already?”

“i mean hakari’s there so probably.” sukuna said.

“everyone’s said yes.” you read something turned to satoru in confusion, “you owe shoko $70?”

satoru rolled his eyes, “did she say that? i owe her 35.”

“no, she said because you’ve taken so long the price has doubled. and don’t ask her again for a discount, you’re blocked until you pay her.” you put your phone back in your bag.

sukuna, choso and suguru snickered. satoru huffed loudly and bit down on his chain in frustration.

“also, who were those girls earlier?” you asked in confusion.

“oh. no idea.” suguru told you, “they just started talking to us.”

“and one of them liked cho cho?”

“yeah.”

she looked all all his past exes, so you understood why she thought she had a chance.

sometimes, you felt like an anomaly in your relationship. when looking at all his past relationships, not a single girl looked like you. they all had different styles, tastes, appearances to you, but they all matched to him. it made you feel insecure in the beginning because you didn’t know if you were what he really wanted.

choso pulled you in for a hug and looked down at you, “what are you thinking?”

“they’ve all looked like her. they’ve all had that style, that hair, that same music taste, big ass and and tits and i don’t.” you ranted, “and you had sex with all of them you whore.”

he narrowed his eyes at you and held you tight, “so what are you trying to say?”

“i’m not special.” you said, “you’re my first time, my first actual boyfriend, first love, but i’m not your first anything.”

the mood shifted. you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable with your insecurities being out in the open to him. after so long, you thought you were finally over it. but all it took was one girl and those thoughts came rushing back.

it was true. you weren’t the first girl choso dated or slept with. his exes were different to you. but you were the first girl he loved, and that was something he knew from the moment you guys started dating.

thus, he he held your face up by the chin, looking into your eyes as he got rid of your insecurities, reassuring you with 5 simple words.

“doesn’t matter. you’re my forever.”

just like that, everything you were feeling insecure vanished into thin air. you almost forgot about what you were sad about in the first place. the warmth in your chest, the feeling of his hands and the sincere look in his eyes overpowered everything.

“oh.” you smiled shyly then nodded, “okay.”

“yeah?” he kissed you on your forehead held your face in his chest. you looked up at him, eyes holding the same glint that they held earlier when he showed the vinyls.

“i can’t wait until tonight. you’re getting your dick sucked as soon as we get home. we might not end up going out after all.” you teasingly frowned.

“i’m cool with that. gonna show me everything you bought?” he asked and you nodded.

“mhm. and then you’re gonna take it off right after.”

a smirk grew on choso’s face, “of course, princess.”

sukuna sighed at the pure love and affection between the two of you. he’d tried to mind his business this whole day, but even he had his limits to what he could see before jealousy began to consume him.

“yeah, i’ll be in the car.” he walked away from the two of you and satoru and suguru immediately followed.

“god, they make me sick.” satoru shuddered. “like i’ve never seen people so…”

“in love?” suguru finished his sentence.

“it’s more than love it’s…. i don’t even know. but it’s cringe and makes me wanna vomit.” satoru scoffed.

sukuna dryly chuckled, his footsteps echoing his buried jealousy.

“lucky bastard.”

suguru huffed in agreement, “you can say that again.”

“shit’s not fair at all.” satoru looked back and saw you two standing still, holding each other. the sun was catching you guys perfectly. he snapped a photo of you two then sighed.

“losers.”

a/n: i lowkey realised midway through i write my stories like a romance/slice of life anime lmao.

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emo! choso is obsessed with his black! hyperfemme girlfriend and does not play about you, even with his friends!

shopping with choso was now turning into a nightmare for his friends.

he’d always keep them waiting, whether it was because he had to run errands for his little brother, or worse. he had to do something for his girlfriend first.

“what’s taking him so long?” satoru looked out the car the window again to see if there was any sign of movement in choso’s apartment.

“i don’t know, but he’s got two minutes before i’m leaving.” suguru was in the driver’s seat, checking his rear view mirror. “is yuji with him today?”

“nah, he’s with his dad.” sukuna answered. “don’t know what’s taking him so long.”

“do you think he’s with—” satoru looked out the window and let out a raw, frustrated groan, “oh god.”

as if on cue, choso finally came out of his apartment block door. alongside the most likely reason that he was late coming out. the boys all looked out their windows to see choso and his uninvited, but always with him, guest.

“of course.” sukuna narrowed his eyes at choso and his girlfriend, “we should’ve known.”

walking hand in hand with the emo, brooding, rock loving choso was you. his sweet, bright and bubbly girlfriend. you were the complete antithesis to their best friend. where he was quiet, shy and darkly dressed, you were loud, extremely hyperactive and the epitome of sunshine and rainbows.

also. you were really fucking pink.

you grinned at the boys in the car window and speed walked to the car, your pink kitten heels clacking with every step. choso was right behind you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t fall.

suguru chuckled to himself then looked at his friends sitting behind him.

“3… 2… 1.”

choso opened the passenger door for you to get in. once in the car, you smiled and waved excitedly at everyone.

“HIIIIIIIII!!!!”

“hello y/n.” suguru smiled and his friends chortled. he hummed at your dyed pink hair that was styled in two high puffs. “your hair’s nice.”

“thank you so much, chocho chose the hairstyle for me.” you smiled.

choso close the door and sat you down on his lap before putting his seatbelt over the two of you. when he felt the stares of his two friends next to him, he looked at them blankly.

“what?”

“you’re late.” satoru responded.

“sorry, lost track of time.” choso said casually.

“doing what?”

“eating.”

sukuna furrowed his brows until it clicked a second later. he scoffed in amusement then sighed. satoru rubbed his eyes and audibly sighed at the reasoning.

“can please i put my playlist on sugu?” you asked sweetly.

“oh my god no.” satoru objected immediately, shaking his head in refusal, “please no.”

you frowned at the white haired boy, “why not?”

“because every time you come in here you play your—”

“dude.” sukuna shook his head as a sign to just drop it. his eyes shifted to the emo boy beside him, who was giving a death glare to poor satoru.

there was a brief silence. after seeing choso’s glare, satoru gave in and sighed in frustration.

“yes y/n.” suguru finally answered, “you can play music.”

“yay! thank you!” you plugged in the aux cable and with that, suguru left the car park and the journey to the mall began.

every single time.

there was an unspoken rule in suguru’s car that whenever you were in the car, you were able to control the aux. no matter how long the journey was. which meant for the entire car ride, they’d be subjected to your music taste which completely contradicted theirs. all that chief keef, gunna, ftuture, radiohead, deftones and green day was thrown out the window.

satoru was recently trying to protest it, but the rule was already established by then.

you sang along to day 1 by red velvet as you checked how you look in your hand mirror and reapplied your lip gloss. suguru hummed along to the song, subconsciously air strumming to the bass guitar on his steering wheel.

sukuna nodded his head to the beat and air drummed while choso hummed along, already knowing this song because you’d played it a thousand times around him.

satoru looked behind him and scoffed, “don’t tell me you like this shit.”

“what? it’s a good song.” sukuna said, still air drumming to the beat.

“it’s manufactured garbage.”

choso’s beady eyes appeared from behind your shoulder, “so is your existence satoru. but you don’t hear me saying that.”

satoru’s face fell. choso was always the quietest one in the group until anyone said anything that was ever so slightly disrespectful to you. then nothing was too far for him.

a small smile crept up on your face and you squeezed his hand, “be nice, choso.”

“but he doesn’t deserve it.” he muttered against your neck.

you giggled and got some gum out of your bag. you offered some to suguru and satoru but they shook shook their heads no. then you offered some to sukuna, to which he accepted with a thank you.

for choso, you took the gum out of the silver wrapper. 2 minutes later, you handed him both the stick of gum and the silver wrapper you folded into a love heart.

choso accepted the gum and the love heart with a small smile. he bit one half of the gum, holding it in his mouth while you bit the other half. he pulled you in for your lips to meet as you bit down on your halves of the gum.

satoru grimaced and scrunched up his face at the emo boy in the backseat, “that’s gross man.”

“not grosser than your body count.”

satoru could hear suguru and sukuna’s stifled laughter and scowled at the both of them. the white haired man turned around and narrowed his eyes at choso, “you say that like you were the image of purity before you met y/n.”

sukuna snorted and side eyed his friend, “and now look at him.”

his friends could all see his hands trying to get under your skirt, but choso was too busy nibbling on your neck and inhaling your sweet, cocoa butter and vanilla scent to care.

you let out a whine only he could hear and tapped his thigh repeatedly, “choso...”

choso began to kiss you all the way from your cheek down to your neck, “you smell so fucking good.” you rolled your eyes but still ruffled his hair as encouragement.

“not now.”

“we should’ve stayed home.” he grumbled as he wrapped one hand around your waist. “i can’t eat it here.”

that was satoru’s last straw, “dude can you not?!”

sukuna and suguru both groaned but laughed at choso’s behaviour. satoru was disgusted, but choso couldn’t care less. he was absolutely in love with his dreamy, pink girlfriend. and he was gonna let the whole world know it.

[sundaescripture]

2AM CONFESSIONS…

in which an invitation to your house in the night, ends in you and mikasa’s feelings coming to the light…

goth!mikasa x black! hyperfemme reader. college au. dry humping. light smut. slight angst. friends to lovers. miscommunication.

“it was probably nothing. she’s probably bored. she probably can’t reach something again and needs my help.”

more and more reasons came flooding into her mind as mikasa tried to rationalise why you’d called her over to your house at 2am. and she knew your parents weren’t around. this wasn’t the first time this had happened. the two of you hung out alone all the time. you always invited her over for the smallest things, this time was nothing special. right?

but this was the first time you sounded so vulnerable. raw. needy. and even if it wasn’t for the reason she hoped thought it was, she still thought it would be smart to check on you.

when she got to your house, she could already see your warm hello kitty lamp was on in your room. you’d texted her earlier to say the door was open and to meet her there.

“breathe.” she squeezed her eyes shut then inhaled, exhaled.

she opened the door and took the first two steps inside.

once she got inside, her jitters began to fade. she couldn’t hear anything. all the lights downstairs were off. she couldn’t any dramatic yelling or crying. nothing was on fire. so what did you need her for?

as she went up the stairs, she still couldn’t hear anything. her brows furrowed in confusion as to why you were nowhere to be heard or found.

she knocked on your door three times, “y/n? i’m here. you okay?”

the door had opened a crack. it was then she registered everything. the breathy, quick pants, the whines and mewls, the creaking of the bed. your curses under your breath.

slowly, she opened the door. she had to pinch herself three times to really believe she was seeing this before her eyes.

your pillows and stuffed animals were on the floor. the only thing left on your bed was you and a lone pillow. a pillow you were currently riding.

her eyes couldn’t peel away from you. she watched as your eyes rolled back and you tried to find a deeper angle. her attention shifted to the damp spot on your pillow, and your glistening folds that could be seen underneath your skirt.

you rocked your hips back and forth, but mikasa could tell it was futile. poor you were unable to get off. you whined in frustration and tried to pick up the pace, but it was meaninglesss.

you looked so beautiful like this. you were wearing a white crop top and matching frilly mini skirt that was riding up, paired so cutely with your coily hair that was styled in two high puffs.

“you called?”

you looked up and saw mikasa standing in the doorway. her tall frame almost engulfed the entry completely, and her gaze was unshakable. you got off the teddy and hid yourself behind a giant teddy bear you grabbed off the floor.

you couldn’t maintain eye contact in embarrassment, yet also couldn’t deny how your thighs clenched at her walking in on you.

“don’t stop on my account.”

she took two steps into your room before shutting the door behind her. she looked you up and down for a duration that can’t be named, because it was nearly impossible to time forever.

she walked over and sat on the bed next to you, “is this how you say hello now?”

“shut up.” you muttered lowly.

“why’d you call?” she asked.

“huh?”

“why, did you call.” she repeated slowly.

“because…” you said then squeezed your eyes shut, “never mind.”

mikasa narrowed her eyes at you, “you brought me over here at two am just for you to say never mind?”

“you could’ve said no if you wanted to.” you said bluntly. “just forget it. sorry.”

“i don’t accept your apology.”

“i don’t know what you want me to do mikasa!”

“just tell me what you invited me over for.” she crossed her arms.

you sighed then looked down at the bed.

“i need you.”

mikasa, furrowed her brows in curiosity, “need me to do what?”

“to… touch me.”

“what? like a hug? you sad or something?” she probed further.

“no.” you said frustratedly and clarified further, “to… touch touch me.”

oh. mikasa’s heart rate began to pick up now. it was in fact what she was thinking. she clenched the duvet beneath her and clicked her tongue.

“so you want me to fuck you.”

“it sounds bad when you put it like that, but yeah.” you said quietly.

“and what made you think i’ll say yes?” she asked.

you drew circles on your stuffed teddy, “i don’t know…”

a smile grew on mikasa’s face. she pressed her lips together then started humming to herself. god, she thought she was going to go crazy.

“wow.” she laughed then looked at you, “you are so fucking selfish you know that? what, connie didn’t pick up the phone?”

“what does he have to do with this?” you asked lowly.

“he’s your boyfriend y/n he has everything to do with this.” she snapped at you.

“this isn’t about him.” you snapped back.

“no, it’s about you thinking i’ll happily be your little fuck buddy while you still keep him front and centre.” she snapped, “what the fuck do you take me for y/n?”

more and more arguments were happening between the two of you, and it was all because of your boyfriend. your boyfriend that mikasa hated because she didn’t know why you were with him. it was tolerable until recently that you started cancelling plans to be spend time with him.

“i was never going to—” you already regretted ever inviting her here, “it would just be this one time.”

“one time then what? you forget about me and continue on with him while i’m stuck with one fucking night?”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re saying this like you haven’t done it before.”

a silence grew. you looked at her in defiance and mikasa couldn’t believe how serious you were being.

“oh my god. you’re still not over that?”

“i’m just telling the truth. you’ve done it before with sasha and didn’t seem to care.” you shrugged, “in fact it brought the two of you even closer didn’t it?”

she put her hands to her face in exhaustion, “are you mad about me fucking her or do you still resent me for having friends? because i can’t deal with either.”

since college started, it’d been that the more mikasa made friends, the more possessive you became over her. you’d refused to hangout with any of her friends when an offer came, and you made anyone feel unwelcome when they came up to her when the two of you were hanging out.

it was frustrating. college was the first time mikasa was making friends, having been bullied and isolated throughout her time of school, with only you being her friend. now that eren, armin and others had come into the picture, her social life had blossomed in ways her younger self couldn’t even imagine.

but you didn’t seem to like that.

“i don’t resent you for having friends!” you softly exclaimed, “it’s your friends that keep telling you to stop hanging out with me.”

“yeah, because you keep being weird around them and try isolate me from them.” she said blankly.

“just like you do with all of the boyfriends that i’ve had?”

mikasa sighed. it was no secret that she hated all your boyfriends because they couldn’t reach her high ass standards. in her defence, it wasn’t her fault that they were all bums that weren’t even up to par with elementary school kids.

so what if she insulted them, or told them straight up that they weren’t good for you. so what if she pushed the line and kissed you on your neck sensually, even when he was around? so what if her grip on your waist tightened when a guy flirted with you. so what if she deliberately made plans with you on days she knew you had plans with your boyfriend and had you cancel them to be with her?

so what?

“my friends aren’t terrible. your boyfriends have all been terrible.” she said.

“terrible because they aren’t you?”

“you know what yes.” she moved closer, “yes. because if i was your boyfriend, i wouldn’t be 30 minutes late to a date, or leave you to pay the bill. i wouldn’t make you walk home by yourself when it’s 3 in the morning. i would never forget your birthday, and would never get a fucking hotel room to make up for it. i would never be disinterested or make you feel small when you speak.”

you gulped as her eyes remained on you. she moved closer again.

“you know what i would do?” her voice was soft but passionate, “i would love you with my whole fucking mind, body and soul because that’s what you deserve. i would you treat you like a princess because that’s what you are. i’d make love to you and fuck you and make you cum over and over and over, because your pleasure is all that matters to me. you being happy is all that matters to me.”

you were shaking, lost for words at her confession. you tried to look down and avoid her gaze but mikasa only turned your face to look you dead in the eye.

“i really like you, y/n. i like you so much.” she confessed, “but i’m not going to be someone you call at night when someone else gets to have you in the day. it’s all or nothing, if you don’t want that fine. but don’t ask me for one thing if you don’t want to have everything.”

there was nothing more she had to say. mikasa figured that if the friendship would be destroyed, she’d tell you her true feelings before it all went to pieces. she said a quiet goodbye and got up from your bed, ready to leave.

“we broke up.”

mikasa stopped walking and turned back around to face you, “what?”

“me and connie broke up awhile ago.” you admitted, “in fact, he broke up with me.”

“oh my god, what— why didn’t you tell me when it happened?” she asked.

“because i deserved it. he broke up with me because… he knew that i didn’t like him.” your voice got quieter before you continued, “not in the way that i like you.”

mikasa’s heart dropped to her chest. a part of her thought she misheard something and blinked in confusion.

“w-what?”

you sniffled a little, “he was trying to talk to me, but i was too busy texting you to realise he was saying something. then i must’ve laughed at something you said and he made a joke about him being the third wheel. then i got mad. and he got mad. we argued, then talked.”

“about what?” her eyes narrowed and she walked closer to the bed.

“everything. he just kept asking over and over again if i liked you.” you told her, “i wouldn’t say anything. then he talking about how i never liked him and like you, and that it’s not fair to either of you, or myself. it hurt but… everything he said he was true.”

you rested your face on your knees. this was the first time ever you admitted your feelings for mikasa out loud. for so long you tried to keep it in because you thought if you did, the feelings would go away.

you felt the bed dip as mikasa sat next to you. she grabbed the teddy you were holding and looked at it with a small smile.

“i won this for you at the fair last year didn’t i?”

you looked away from her and nodded with a shy, small smile.

“yeah. knocked all the bottles down on the first try. the guy running the booth said we were a cute couple.” she looked at you and tilted her head, “neither of us tried to correct him.”

“that was the day.” you spoke, “when he called us that, i realised i liked it. the thought of being your girlfriend.” you looked at her and gulped, “i think it was that day i finally realised that i like you.”

everything stopped. your best friend’s eyes froze, then she looked at you. you met her gaze, looking at her with certainty about the confession that currently hung in the air.

“you don’t have to say anything back. i know you’re mad at me. i just wanted you to know.” you brought your legs to your chest. “couldn’t hide it any longer.”

deep down you always knew. your whole life mikasa had made you feel a way no one ever had. she was only the only person who you wanted to make proud, the only person who’s validation and opinion you craved, the only person who you wanted to please. the only person who made your heart skip whenever she held your hand, hugged you, kissed your cheek.

she was the only person you ever wanted.

mikasa’s heart was thumping against her chest. she blinked rapidly at the confession before calming herself and looking back into your eyes.

“i’m sorry for everything, i didn’t consider you at all. i’m sorry.” you wiped the tears coming down your face and hid your face in your hands.

you had been quite the serial monogamist throughout your friendship. not that you couldn’t commit, but none of your boyfriends made you feel good. in the end you always felt empty and endlessly tried to find someone who could make you feel something. even though you already had someone who made you feel everything and more.

mid crying, you felt mikasa’s arm wrap around you and pull you into her chest. she wiped your tears and kissed your forehead soothingly.

“you’re not the only one in the wrong. i should’ve told you i like you instead of soft sabotaging all your relationships and insulting your boyfriends.” she admitted. “would’ve made things easier.”

you sighed then laughed, “we made things so difficult. why?”

“it’s not gonna be like that no more though.”

“it won’t?” you looked up at her.

“fuck no, you’re mine now. all i care about now is making you feel happy & loved.” she said then stroked your face gently, “if you want me to.”

you crawled into her lap and buried your face in her neck. your hearts thumped against one another.

“you’ve already made me feel those things mika.” you said softly.

you moved back and straddled her properly. her hands found your waist and held on firmly, like if she loosened her grip this moment would be over. she needed assurance this was real. that what was happening was real and not the dream she’d been dreaming for years.

you giggled at her dazed expression, “i’m not going anywhere mikasa.”

her eyes darted between your eyes and lips. you pressed your lips together as she pulled you closer on her lap and leaned in, closing the distance between your faces.

“no, not after today you’re not.”

she rested her lips on top of yours. it took you 2 seconds to realise what was happening, then you shut your eyes and kissed back.

the kiss was slow and soft. mikasa cupped your face and stroked your face. you melted into the embrace, wrapping your arms around her as you two got further entangled into one another.

her tongue slithered across your lips acting as permission, and you granted it. the kiss grew deeper. your tongues swirled around each other, you could feel mikasa’s lips curl into a smile as she began to kiss and suck on your neck.

“ i want you to be mine.” she said between neck kisses, “no more games. no more teasing, hiding. no more stupid fucking boyfriends. just you and me, alright?”

“i only want you, mika.” you ran your hands through her hair and hummed in pleasure, “w-want you so much.”

she tugged on the waistband of your skirt, “yeah? you wear this for me?”

you nodded, and she smiled. “you look adorable. is it okay if i just…”

her hands went under your skirt and cupped your cunt, feeling your drenched panties. she pulled them to the side and drew slow, small circles on your clit.

you squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face back in her neck. shyly, you rocked your hips back and forth against her hand. mikasa could hear your quiet little moans in her ear.

“already so wet baby.” she said in admiration and pressed harder against the sensitive bud, earning a whine from you.

“so perfect.” she whispered then looked at you, “gonna give you what you want, but for that i need you to do what i say and listen to me. okay?”

you nodded. she kissed your forehead and stroked your cheek, “gonna help my sweet girl, all mine now.”

“a-all yours.”

she pecked your lips then smiled in anticipation.

“good. now get on the bed.”

a/n: my eyes are burning and my hands hurt from typing but i hope everyone enjoys :)) part two soon!

[sundaescripture]

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 :(

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵!𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 X 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

18+. mdni. themes of possessiveness, toxicity. light smut. slight stoner! eren and armin mention.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 adores how different your styles are, her dressing primarily in dark colours and you being so bright and pink. not only does it show up in styles but personality, with her being so calm and reserved next to you who’s so bubbly and sweet.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who’s been friends with you since you became her first friend at 5 years old, sharing your lunch snack with her. the two of you haven’t left each other’s side since.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who secretly (but not really) is obsessed with your height difference. the 6ft girl is always teasing you for your short height, from holding things high up out of your reach to gripping your waist as she laughs in your ear about how tiny you are. you always pout and look up at her with those brown doe eyes of yours, and she can’t help but keep going.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 loves touching you. she’s always holding your hand or your waist with a gentle but firm grip. and not a day goes by when she isn’t giving you a forehead or neck kiss.

you’ve told her numerous times you have a boyfriend and that she can’t be doing that anymore. but does she care? no. she was here first after all.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who when people assume you guys are a couple, doesn’t try to correct them.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 is your own personal bodyguard whenever you guys are out together. wearing a revealing outfit? she WILL glare at any man that dares to ogle you for a millisecond, scaring off the trolls that attempt to harass you.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who doesn’t let you pay for a single thing when you guys are out together. why should you have to worry about spending money when you’re with her?

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 absolutely hates your boyfriend, connie. she doesn’t understand why you’re with him. he’s gross, sweaty and treats you with the bare minimum in her eyes. every time you tell her about something nice he did, she blankly hums and shrugs.

“he only got you flowers?”

“what else is he supposed to get me on a date mika?”

“yarn. jewellery. plushies. hair products.”

“you’re just listing the stuff you get me.”

“exactly.”

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 always has you in her lap. especially when she can see that a guy is trying to talk to you or is checking you out. that’s when she’ll be even more touchy with you, making jokes that have you giggling and giving you kisses.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 loves how kind you are. in a world of judgemental and cruel people, your authentic kindness is a breath of fresh air. even to people who don’t deserve it.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 can’t get over you. no matter how hard she tries. eren, armin and ymir have all told her it’s hopeless. she knows it herself, but she can’t help but mentally compare any girl she dates to you. and it ruins her.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who shamelessly fantasises about you in a way she shouldn’t. her mind will slip away for a minute and suddenly she’s imagining you underneath her, one of your cute little skirts bunched up around your waist, your legs against your head.

your panties are soaked from the way she’s teasing you, her thumb slowly stroking your clothed cunt up and down, up and down. you squirm around in protest but her other hand holds your wrist in place.

“mika… please.” you whine, glossy plump lips pouting.

mikasa hums, still focusing her gaze on your drenched panties, “please what?”

“need you… i-i can’t.”

she finally looks at you. her grey, low eyes now meeting your brown doe ones. you look perfect like this. your afro is sprawled against your silk pillowcase, mascara is slightly smudged and your pretty brown nipples are all perked up and hard for her, sensitive to the touch.

it’s enough for her to feel pity. enough for her to finally, pull your panties to the side and—

“mikasa. HELLO!”

mikasa squeezes her eyes before snapping them open again. eren and armin are looking at her with confusion, blinking at their friend who was caught in a daze.

“what the fuck was that?” eren asks, red eyes narrowing at mikasa.

armin chuckles then takes a hit of his joint, “she’s probably thinking about fucking y/n again.”

mikasa grabs a pillow from her area of the bed and roughly throws it at armin, which only helps prove his guess. the boys laugh and tell her the same old advice they’ve been saying for years, to get over you.

by now she tunes it out, because she knows you’re hers. regardless of your boyfriend, sexuality and friendship. in her eyes, you were hers and hers alone. and that was what mattered the most.

[sundaescripture]

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵! 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮

18+. allusions to infidelity. light smut towards end. mdni.

a/n: part two, made reader a little more possessive and needy bcs she’s just like me fr.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who got mikasa a nana themed bracelet to match your hachi themed one.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who always crochets clothes & accessories for mikasa! hats, tops, cardigans, you name it. the days you spend crocheting a piece are 100% worth it to see the smile on her face.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who beat a bitch up for making racist jokes to mikasa.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who scowls and will come at anyone who makes fun of mikasa for her style.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who admires how outspoken mikasa is about politics. while the two of you had similar beliefs, she was the more well politically educated one out of the both of you and you enjoyed listening to explanations of political theories, current affairs and rants about her hatred of capitalism.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 loves to steal hoodies and shirts from mikasa’s closet to wear, and will wear them to see her boyfriend.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 doesn’t understand why people are scared of mikasa. however, you would be lying if you said you didn’t like being the only girl that saw the soft, kind hearted side of her that few people got to see.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 feels more when holding mikasa’s hand than when you have sex with your boyfriend connie.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who without realising ditches plans with connie to hang out with mikasa.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who stalks mikasa’s account to see if there’s any girls, and will even block any girl you don’t know from her phone when she isn’t looking.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who swears you guys are only friends but has to hold back a moan whenever mikasa gives you kisses. something as simple as her kissing your neck and holding your waist will have you ready to fold and for a moment you can’t help but forget about your poor boyfriend :(

you’re not a terrible girlfriend of course. you do stop her just before she goes too far, but a part of you wants to let her get carried away. just to see what would happen…

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who swears you two are just friends, but gets jealous whenever a girl tries to flirt with mikasa. you get it of course, but you can’t help but get clingier whenever a girl approaches her. suddenly you’re batting your bambi brown eyes and holding her tighter until she forgets about the girl who was asking for her phone number.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who swears you two are just friends, but will wear the tiniest outfits just to get her attention. the tiny tops and little skirts and shorts that just about cover your ass are bad enough, but you’ll accidentally drop something just so you can bend down and give her a peek of the lacy underwear underneath that tiny little skirt you’re wearing.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 has to squeeze your thighs whenever mikasa’s abs and biceps are on display. you’ll pretend your listening to whatever she’s saying, but really you’re drooling at how strong her biceps and abs look in the black compression tee she’s wearing.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who swears you feel nothing for mikasa but while wearing one of the many hoodies you’ve stolen off mikasa, will hump one of your pillows, imagining it’s her strong thighs.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 who one day reached your breaking point. you’d been abusing your fingers and vibrator for hours but it still wasn’t enough. all you could think about was how badly you needed her, her biceps around your neck, her fingers deep inside your pussy, fucking you until you cried.

forget connie and definitely forget friendship. you knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t her friendship.

—————

it was night, and mikasa was listening to eren and armin bicker about a movie they’d just seen. she didn’t know which one, she’d checked out of the conversation a while ago and was too unbothered to check back in.

feeling a vibration next to her leg, she took her phone out from under the duvet to see you were calling her. immediately she swiped answer and put the phone to her ear.

“hello?”

“hello? m-mika?”

“yeah its me.” she said with slight amusement, “you okay? you sound weird.”

“mikasa… are you with anyone?”

at that she furrowed her brows. you never used her full name. not unless you were scolding her or about to talk about something serious.

“just eren and armin.” she answered, “why what’s up.”

there was a silence. only thing that could be heard from your end was light panting which made her grow concerned, until you said the three words she only dreamed about hearing you say to her.

“i-i need you.”

you didn’t mean it like that. you wouldn’t. and even if you did, you had a boyfriend. you guys were friends. it wasn’t right. mikasa’s morals weren’t completely fucked to the point she didn’t contemplate those things as those three words you said were now hanging in the air.

there would be no coming back from this. she knew that. you knew that. yet you still called her. you still wanted her. you needed her. and it was a need that she’d been willing to fulfill for so, so long.

it only took 3 seconds for her to come to a decision before logic and reason could make it for her.

“alright.” she said, voice low but assuring and determined. “i’m on my way.”

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𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 :(

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵!𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 X 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

18+. mdni. themes of possessiveness, toxicity. light smut. slight stoner! eren and armin mention.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 adores how different your styles are, her dressing primarily in dark colours and you being so bright and pink. not only does it show up in styles but personality, with her being so calm and reserved next to you who’s so bubbly and sweet.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who’s been friends with you since you became her first friend at 5 years old, sharing your lunch snack with her. the two of you haven’t left each other’s side since.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who secretly (but not really) is obsessed with your height difference. the 6ft girl is always teasing you for your short height, from holding things high up out of your reach to gripping your waist as she laughs in your ear about how tiny you are. you always pout and look up at her with those brown doe eyes of yours, and she can’t help but keep going.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 loves touching you. she’s always holding your hand or your waist with a gentle but firm grip. and not a day goes by when she isn’t giving you a forehead or neck kiss.

you’ve told her numerous times you have a boyfriend and that she can’t be doing that anymore. but does she care? no. she was here first after all.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who when people assume you guys are a couple, doesn’t try to correct them.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 is your own personal bodyguard whenever you guys are out together. wearing a revealing outfit? she WILL glare at any man that dares to ogle you for a millisecond, scaring off the trolls that attempt to harass you.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who doesn’t let you pay for a single thing when you guys are out together. why should you have to worry about spending money when you’re with her?

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 absolutely hates your boyfriend, connie. she doesn’t understand why you’re with him. he’s gross, sweaty and treats you with the bare minimum in her eyes. every time you tell her about something nice he did, she blankly hums and shrugs.

“he only got you flowers?”

“what else is he supposed to get me on a date mika?”

“yarn. jewellery. plushies. hair products.”

“you’re just listing the stuff you get me.”

“exactly.”

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 always has you in her lap. especially when she can see that a guy is trying to talk to you or is checking you out. that’s when she’ll be even more touchy with you, making jokes that have you giggling and giving you kisses.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 loves how kind you are. in a world of judgemental and cruel people, your authentic kindness is a breath of fresh air. even to people who don’t deserve it.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 can’t get over you. no matter how hard she tries. eren, armin and ymir have all told her it’s hopeless. she knows it herself, but she can’t help but mentally compare any girl she dates to you. and it ruins her.

𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who shamelessly fantasises about you in a way she shouldn’t. her mind will slip away for a minute and suddenly she’s imagining you underneath her, one of your cute little skirts bunched up around your waist, your legs against your head.

your panties are soaked from the way she’s teasing you, her thumb slowly stroking your clothed cunt up and down, up and down. you squirm around in protest but her other hand holds your wrist in place.

“mika… please.” you whine, glossy plump lips pouting.

mikasa hums, still focusing her gaze on your drenched panties, “please what?”

“need you… i-i can’t.”

she finally looks at you. her grey, low eyes now meeting your brown doe ones. you look perfect like this. your afro is sprawled against your silk pillowcase, mascara is slightly smudged and your pretty brown nipples are all perked up and hard for her, sensitive to the touch.

it’s enough for her to feel pity. enough for her to finally, pull your panties to the side and—

“mikasa. HELLO!”

mikasa squeezes her eyes before snapping them open again. eren and armin are looking at her with confusion, blinking at their friend who was caught in a daze.

“what the fuck was that?” eren asks, red eyes narrowing at mikasa.

armin chuckles then takes a hit of his joint, “she’s probably thinking about fucking y/n again.”

mikasa grabs a pillow from her area of the bed and roughly throws it at armin, which only helps prove his guess. the boys laugh and tell her the same old advice they’ve been saying for years, to get over you.

by now she tunes it out, because she knows you’re hers. regardless of your boyfriend, sexuality and friendship. in her eyes, you were hers and hers alone. and that was what mattered the most.