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Attack on Titan Oneshots	By : fuusunshine Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 9240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Marco
- 2-Eren
- 3-Levi
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Standing completely void of clothing on a soft white fluffy towel, you sighed contentedly. Your clothes, harness and boots lay in a filthy heap in the corner of the room reeking of sweat, dirt and was that horse dung? You turned your eyes away from the mess and looked into the mirror on the washstand. A steaming basin of clean water and a fresh soft cloth awaited you as you took in your appearance. Mud streaked over your features caked on your skin and in your hair. The dirt had even found its way under your clothing leaving swatches of brown to litter your body. A thin layer of sweat only added to the horrendous state you were in gluing the guck to your body like a foul smelling adhesive.
“Gah.” You mumbled aloud as you picked up the washcloth and dipped it into the hot water.
Crash!
The sudden loud noise of the door violently thrown open startled you as you turned your head in that direction, washcloth dripping onto the floor and towel. You were frozen in shock as you stared into sharp grey eyes that glinted like the edge of a blade.
“S-Sir?” you sputtered in wide-eyed amazement.
He stood looking at your naked form, no emotion touching his stoic features. His eye twitched slightly as he peered around the room taking in the discarded uniform you had tossed away only moments ago. His gaze turned back towards you and the reality of the situation finally hit you. You did not know whether you should move to cover your nudity or stand at attention in the presence of a commanding officer. Choosing neither you continued to stare at him slack jawed while water from your washcloth still dripped to the floor.
“There is a trail of filth staining the hallways leading here. You are responsible for the clean up, do you understand?” His voice had no inflection and there was no emotion behind his words, he left no room for argument.
You stood straight, arms stiff and answered. “Sir. Yes Sir.”
He stepped into the room closing the door behind him as the click of the turning lock echoed against the walls. His silent footfalls ghosted over the floor followed by the rustle of fabric as he slid out of his jacket and tossed it neatly onto your bed. He stopped to unbutton the cuffs of his crisp immaculate white shirt and roll his sleeves up just below the elbows before closing the distance between you.
Your thundering heartbeat raced against your chest, your eyes wide open in confusion and fear as you felt yourself begin to tremble.
“H-Heichou…” You stuttered out in nothing but a confused whisper.
He gingerly took the washcloth that dangled forgotten from your fingers and splayed it out over his palm. He didn’t pause, he simply wiped the streak of mud from your forearm. The cloth was cold against your skin, losing its heat while you had stood in shock. The contrast between the cloth and your now overheated skin was so stark that you shivered even in the warmth of your own room. He noticed, his eyes meeting yours as he reached over and rinsed the cloth out in the steamy water keeping his steely gaze locked with yours. He wiped gently at the mud covering your arm until all that was visible was the creamy texture of your skin then he moved grasping the wrist of your other arm and repeated his actions with a quiet. “Tch.”
You remained motionless, confused and entranced, unable to rationalize what was taking place. He draped the cloth in neat and tidy folds over the washbasin and scooped the warm water in his palms, reaching up to let the warmth cascade over your head and through your mud-caked hair. He did this several times as he stoically watched your reactions. Your breath was slightly heavier then normal and goose bumps had risen over the surface of your skin, not from chill but from his touch. He stepped closer and began to run his fingers through your wet hair, pulling softly on the tangles and fluttering his fingers over your scalp. Your eyes closed at the sensations, so intimate but extremely comforting. You opened your eyes only when you felt his touch leave you and looked to him, he was once again dipping the soft cloth into the warm water. He walked with a purpose around your naked form and placed the cloth on your bare shoulder to begin removing the dirt and sweat that clung to your back. The water trickled down your spin like rain on a window and he used his free hand to wipe the rivulets away as they reached your tailbone. The cloth slipped lower over the roundness of your bottom as his touch became firmer. He clutched the flesh and squeezed gently forcing a small moaning breath from your lips.
“Turn around [Last Name].” His voice broke the silence of the room as you turned obeying his order.
Locking gazes with you once again he began wiping the dirt from your chest, over your breasts and across your stomach, squatting he attended to your legs and feet as well never faltering in his gentle caress upon your skin. His touch was doing more then just cleansing the dirt from your body, it left you panting, it left you heated, and it left you wanting. He placed the cloth back on the basin and stepped back to admire his work. Not a single spot of mud, dirt or sweat could be found. He appeared pleased but the miniscule smile that touched his lips was so small, so brief, you questioned yourself if you had actually seen it. His long dark eyelashes dipped down heavily over his eyes as he continued to drink you in.
“H-Heichou?”
He leaned up so that his lips were level with your ear and whispered. “[Name].”
The soft breath and heat of his words against your skin lit a fuse of sparks and flame that traveled through your blood, pooling in your core and you could not suppress the needy moan that echoed in your throat. Grasping your shoulders, he turned you so that his body pressed up against your side. He snaked a leg around locking it with one of yours and leaned up to whisper once more in your ear. “Much better.”
His long delicate fingers that were far more suited to playing the piano then they were for killing titans ghosted over the flesh of your stomach, barely touching you he trailed them upwards to tauntingly tease your breasts. Taking a hard pink nipple in between thumb and forefinger, he pinched, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your back arched into his touch, craving more of the erotic sensations he was bestowing upon you. His fingers flitted to the other breast where he applied the same care eliciting the same back arching reaction.
He paused looking up into your lust-riddled eyes as you moaned your protest at his lack of touch. Without a change in his demeanor, he slowly dragged a finger down from your chest across the plains of your stomach, twirling momentarily in your navel then proceeded towards the source of your torment. Gasping as he touched your most sensitive places you became hyper aware of your body’s reaction. Your chest heaved to pull in oxygen, your lips parted to expel sensual mewls of need and your legs trembled, muscles twitching in over exertion. His fingers danced rhythmically leading you to sweet oblivion as you moved your hips in time. He held all the power, he was in control as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your muscles began to tighten, your soft mewling became wanton moans of pleasure and you threw your head back as he again whispered your name into your ear. The tide was coming in and you were prepared to let it wash over you as you closed your eyes, legs shaking violently you bit your bottom lip in anticipation of release.
His touch left you. Still panting you opened your eyes questionably. The need to bring this to a conclusion all you could think about. He moved away from you and retrieved his jacket from your bed, leaving you on the edge, not allowing you to finish what he had started. Your breaths were ragged and the knot burning in your core went unanswered as he slung his jacket over his shoulder and opened your door. Turning his head to look at you out of the corner of his eye he smirked mischievously and answered your unasked question.
“This is just my opinion, but when it comes to teaching someone discipline, I believe pain is the most effective way.”
The door closed behind him with a click that reverberated off the walls of your room leaving you dumbfounded. Taking a shaky tentative step, you grasped a towel and covered your nudity, running your hands through your hair you sighed in the most frustrated way.
“Lesson, learned sir.”
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