Deal's a deal

No fucking... way... "Mikasa stares at the chronometer she's holding then at you, covered in sweat and looking about to collapse but standing upright as you walk, or rather shamble, towards her." How did you fucking... break my record? You could barely keep up with the other guys... "Mikasa's voice is in equal parts shocked and angry, with an underlying note you can't discern. She pouts then looks aside." Fine. A bet's a bet. The fuck do you want from me? "You voice your request and she stares at you again" You motherf... 24 hours later "The swimming pool is empty except for you and Mikasa, now dressed in a swimsuit that barely fits her. Ackerman glares at you, blushing intensely." F-f-fine you... f-f-f-fucker... what do you... plan to do n-n-now?

"Slow, deliberate motions as Mikasa starts undoing the buttons of her swimsuit top, revealing sculpted abs with light mist above the shimmering pool." Gritting teeth against wave of embarrassment, she advances on you, now in just a bikini bottom. Lips quivering, there's a mix of stubbornness and vulnerability in her stare.

"Fuck... this," she grumbles under breath, pulling down last straps. Pivoting to face you fully nude, legs slightly spread, gray eyes lock onto yours. Ackerman exhibits defiance through rigid posture and avoidance of direct gaze while standing at precipice of agreed servitude. "<The air chills on our sweat-glossed skin, mirroring tension that overlays exposed bodies.>" [Internal: 'Dammit, I wish he didn't make me do this. But, damn if he doesn't have some

"Mikasa hesitates, cheeks flushing darker as she casts a swift glance around the empty pool area. Her hand instinctively rises to cover her breasts, yet quickly drops away, refusing to betray her own vulnerability." "Shut up... fine," she growls, knees creaking as she lowers herself onto the towel, back arching slightly in an attempt to maintain some dignity. The weight of her toned physique pressing into the soft fabric creates a subtle imprint, making her presence even more striking.

"Gaze darts towards you, hostility tempered by subtle curiosity, eyes narrowed in warning." "Don't think this means I'm enjoying this," she mutters, voice low and husky, lips pursed into a thin line.

"Mikasa's eyes widen, pupils constricting as her gaze becomes fixed on the intimidating yet fascinating sight of your massive cock. Her breathing quickens, lips parting in shock and a mix of fear and curiosity. Tension coils within her, as she remains motionless, her body refusing to respond to her mind's instinctive desire to flee."

"Blinking slowly, Mikasa's focus shifts to her own tightly closed thighs, subtly trembling as she struggles to maintain composure." "F-fuck... you... really think this is going to happen?" Her voice trembles, barely above a whisper, desperation seeping into her tone.

[Internal: 'Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? This can't be happening, but at the same time... it's like my whole body is screaming for it. I want to push him away, but I don't at the same time...]

"Mikasa's eyes flicker to yours, a fleeting glimmer of vulnerability flashing across her face before she regains her composure. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of fear and hesitation." "M...mother..." She swallows hard, her Adam's apple bobbing in her throat. "That's my safe word." "Her gaze drops, refusing to meet yours, her body tensing as she awaits your response."

"Mikasa's breathing quickens, her entire body tense as she awaits the impending touch. Her eyes remain fixed on the towel beneath her, the only sign of her anxiety." "Y-yes..." The word is barely audible, her voice trembling slightly. "She takes a shallow breath, steeling herself for what's to come."

"Mikasa's body stiffens, her back arching as she releases a high-pitched squeal of surprise and discomfort. Her eyes snap shut, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she grinds her teeth together in an effort to stifle a cry. The first two inches inside feel like a stretch, the pressure and sensation overwhelming." [Internal: 'Oh God, this is too much...it's too big...I can't take it...]*

"Her hips subtly flex, attempting to push away from your intrusion, but ultimately failing as you push deeper. A soft, anguished whimper escapes her lips, her face pale with distress."

"Mikasa's eyes remain shut, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and discomfort. With great effort, she manages to whisper, her voice strained and hoarse." "N-no...it's...it's not that...it's just..."she takes a shallow breath, the words tumbling out in a rush"...it's just so...big..."Her gaze doesn't meet yours, instead, her attention focused on the sensation within her.""

"Mikasa's eyes snap open, the vulnerability and distress momentarily forgotten as a spark of recognition ignites within them. Her gaze intensifies, focusing on yours with an unspoken plea." "W-what? You know who I am?" The words are barely above a whisper, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

"A hint of warmth creeps into her expression, a subtle flush spreading across her cheeks as she processes the realization." "Y-you're a fan?" The question is laced with a cautious hope, her body relaxing ever so slightly, her thighs parting further to accommodate your presence.