I'm Eren Yeager

Levi's voice erupted like a thunderclap. "THE FUCK...?" His usually composed demeanor shattered momentarily as disbelief painted his sharp features. His steely eyes bore into Eren, who stood frozen, hands raised in a futile attempt to defend himself.

"Levi... I... I can explai—" Eren stammered, his voice faltering under the weight of Levi's gaze.

"Leave this vicinity," Levi cut him off, pointing towards the door with a commanding gesture, his tone clipped and deadly serious.

"Useless!" Levi spat, the single word dripping with disdain.

Eren's hands dropped to his sides as he clutched the waistband of his pants, his expression morphing into one of desperation. His lips quivered as he attempted to muster his most pitiful puppy-dog eyes.

"Hey, don't be so harsh on him," Petra chimed in, her voice soothing as she moved closer to Eren and gently patted his disheveled hair. "Let him finish first," she added, her concerned gaze softening the tension in the room—at least momentarily.

Levi didn't budge, his glare as sharp as ever. "He's a pathetic waste of life," he muttered, each word cutting deeper than the last.

Eren flinched visibly, his face pale as a sheet, his lips trembling as if to protest, though no sound escaped. Levi's next words struck like a blow to the gut.

"The fact that he got dominated... No, no, not even dominated..." Levi paused, his disgust palpable as his eyes narrowed further. "The fact that he got raped by a 15-year-old is absurd. I've never felt so disappointed in my life."

Eren immediately raised his hands in protest. "Ayo, don't say it like that! It makes me sound like a failed pedophile! Plus, it ain't that deep!" he exclaimed, his voice defensive yet tinged with desperation.

Levi scoffed, his patience visibly thinning as he stepped closer. Without warning, he grabbed Eren by the collar, pulling him forward.

"Idiot. Idiot," Levi muttered, his tone venomous. "We are Ackermans. We dominate in every field—even in bed. And you... you..." His glare could have pierced through steel.

"But she's also an Ackerman!" Eren blurted out, his voice cracking as he tried to justify himself.

Levi's eyes narrowed further as he shook Eren by the collar, the words dripping with frustration. "Idiot! Idiot! Don't give me that shit!"

Eren gulped, the weight of Levi's expectations and the so-called "profound information" of his legacy sinking in like a stone.

Petra, trying to lighten the mood, gently patted Eren on the back. "Eren, don't worry. There's a first time for everything," she said kindly.

Eren groaned and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. "That's what she said... right before she cornered me... And tied me up... And spanked me," he muttered, his voice carrying the tone of a man who had seen too much.

"Tell me... Everything..." Levi said looking at him....

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Eren's POV

"Ereh... Uhmm... Not... Not there..." Those were the only words escaping her lips as I teased her, my mouth moving with careful precision. Shit, it felt so good—too good.

My mind was spinning, her soft noises resonating in my ears, pushing me to go further. My hands pressed firmly on either side of her thighs, fingers digging deep in her soft skin, gently parting her legs.

"Uhm... ahhh..." she whimpered, her voice trembling in ways I'd never heard before. Her body squirmed under my touch, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride, reducing one of humanity's greatest soldiers to this.

"EREHHHH!!!" Her voice rose, louder than I'd expected, snapping me out of my intrusive thoughts but suddenly I felt her thighsock around me, their grip tightening on my head.

And then—crack.

"Fuck..." Pain shot through me as I felt something give way. My vision blurred for a moment, my body frozen in shock. My neck.... I can't feel it.

Gritting my teeth, I summoned my strength, focusing my energy on repairing the damage. The familiar warmth of healing washed over me as my neck snapped back into place. I took a deep, rattling breath, blinking up at her tear-streaked face.

"Ereh... my Ereh... I... I didn't mean to..." she sobbed, shaking me frantically. Her eyes were wide, panic consuming her every word.

I forced a weak smile and reached up to stroke her face. "No... No... It's okay... I'm fine..." I assured her, trying to calm her down.

She hesitated, guilt painted all over her expression, but eventually, we tried again, and yes I was an idiot who encouraged her.

This time, she seemed more cautious, her movements slower, almost unsure. "I might mess up again..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Don't worry," I murmured, smiling to reassure her. "What are the odds of that happening again?"

Turns out, very high.

"AHHH FUCKKK, MIKA... YOU JUST... YOU JUST TORE AWAY MY MANHOOD!!!" I screamed, the pain blinding as I realized what had just happened. Her brute strength had literally ripped my thing apart.

Her face crumpled into tears again, and the cycle repeated. I healed, she apologized, and I consoled her. But deep down, I started to feel a creeping sense of dread.

Surely, surely, it couldn't happen a third time, right?

"AHHHH HAHAHAHA!!! WHAT THE FUCK, MIKA... YOU LITERALLY SHATTERED MY PELVIS!!!" I wailed, my body convulsing in pain as I clutched the remains of my broken hips.

And again.

"MY ASS I... I CAN'T FEEL MY ASS!!!"

And yet again.

"MY TESTICLES FEEL LIKE THEY'VE BEEN PASTEURIZED!!!"

But my protest fell on deaf ears as she statted to enjoy and at this point, I'd lost count of how many times I'd healed myself. The only thing keeping me going was sheer willpower... and the horrifying realization that Mikasa—no, this creature—was unstoppable.

And now here I was, handcuffed laying on the bed, my legs tied to its corners, my body aching in places I didn't know existed. Steam rose off me, my healing powers barely able to keep up with the damage she was dealing.

Mikasa sat on top of me, her breaths ragged as she caught her second—or maybe fourth—wind. Her eyes glinted with a hunger I couldn't match, her movements feral and unrelenting.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body, every impact a reminder that I was utterly powerless against her. My arms strained against the cuffs.

"Mika..." I groaned weakly, barely able to keep my head up.

But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop.

And that's when I realized—Mikasa wasn't just a woman.

She was a beast. A monster.

I fainted, my consciousness slipping into the void of darkness. When I finally opened my eyes, the faint glow of morning greeted me. My body ached, the kind of dull pain that sank deep into the bones, but the warmth beside me dulled it.

Both of us lay beneath the soft embrace of a blanket, its weight barely noticeable compared to the feel of her. Mikasa's hands were threaded through my hair, her touch gentle and absent-minded. My head rested on her chest, rising and falling in sync with her unsteady breaths.

My arms were wrapped around her, holding her close as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Despite the pain in my muscles, there was an instinctive need to keep her near. Her body trembled slightly, though I could tell she was exhausted too.

The faint light spilled through the cracks in the curtains, painting the room with a warm glow. I stirred, carefully pulling myself away so as not to wake her. Her lips parted, a soft murmur escaping.

"Um... Eren..." she whispered, her voice soft and laced with sleep.

I rested my head back on the pillow, but her body instinctively followed mine, as if she couldn't bear the distance. Her head found its place on my shoulder, her elbow resting against my chest, hand brushing my cheek with delicate warmth. One of her legs draped over mine, tangling us together in a way that left no room for space.

She held me like her life depended on it, as though letting go wasn't even an option. I ran my hand gently through her hair, the silky strands slipping between my fingers.

For a moment, I let myself forget the chaos of the night before—the pain, the exhaustion, all of it faded away in the quiet rhythm of her breathing.

Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She let out a small, contented sound, something between a sigh and a hum, like she was dreaming of something peaceful. It made my chest tighten, a strange warmth spreading through me.

I didn't move, didn't let go. I just kept holding her, cherishing the feeling of her in my arms, as if I could make time stop just by wanting it badly enough. Two hours passed, maybe more, and though sleep refused to come, I didn't mind.

Then, I felt her stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, those deep eyes meeting mine, and her head shifted, lifting slightly. I froze for a second.

Unexpectedly her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes warming as she looked up at me, her smile soft and almost shy despite everything we had already shared.

She was embarrassed, I could tell, but there was something in the way her expression softened that made my heart tighten. She seemed a bit more confident, after everything that had happened last night. I guess we were both feeling the weight of it in our own ways.

"Er... Eren?" she whispered, her voice almost tentative.

I looked down at her, keeping my fingers buried in her hair, the softness of it almost soothing me as much as it seemed to soothe her. "Yeah?" I replied softly, wondering if she was going to say something about last night—maybe apologize or bring it up in some way.

She hesitated, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, as though she was trying to gather the right words. "You... you didn't... You didn't mind, did you?" Her voice was small, unsure, like she was afraid of the answer.

I paused, feeling a tightness in my chest at her question. "Mika," I started gently, lifting her chin so she would meet my eyes. "I don't... Matter of fact... I really enjoyed it... Because I got to do it with you..." I leaned in pressing my lips into hers. Yes I was keeping her heart but... I was sure about one thing, I had fun with her.

Soon we pulled back and she said her hand onto my crotch. "Kay.... Kay then.... Can we do it... Again?" My world shattered.

And with that I ended up rushing out of the room and her chasing me.

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"Well, it wasn't that bad, hehehe..." Petra chuckled awkwardly, patting Eren's back. He sighed, slumping forward like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Wimp," Levi scoffed, his sharp gaze never leaving Eren.

But before Levi could unleash another verbal jab, a high-pitched scream cut through the room.

"EREHHHH!!!"

"Well fuck...."