You were late to your shift… again.
“Get an apron on.” Head chef, Mikasa, ordered as she flicked her knife to point in the direct of the aprons that were strung up on the rack.
“Y-Yes, chef.” You replied meekly as you raced over and grabbed an apron, quickly slipping it over your head and tying it behind your back as you hesitantly glanced back over your shoulder at your superior and crush, Mikasa Ackerman.
Her short hair and long bangs were always looking smart, not a hair out of place as she focused on carving up some meat for the dinners that night.
“Anyone would have thought she did a lot of knife fighting in her past life, she seems plenty at home with a knife in hand.” You thought as your eyes travelled over her body.
She was a slender but fit girl, with defined arm muscles that rippled as she worked.
“Y/N.” She called sharply, not looking up at you as she continued to chop the meat. “Get a move on, don’t just stand there.”
“Y-Yes, chef, sorry chef!” You replied with a flustered blush at being caught just staring at your boss.
You hurriedly grabbed some pots and placed them on the bench, getting them ready to boil some vegetables that would go on the side of some of the dishes that night.
As you spun around to grab something else another kitchen assistant raced past and you jumped back in surprise, losing your footing in the process.
Just as you were about to fall backwards a strong arm grabbed you, yanking you sharply to the side and slamming your body against theirs.
“Good thing I was here.” Your saviour said.
You looked back over your shoulder to see who you were pressed up against and found, to your excitement and embarrassment, that it was Mikasa.
“I-Oh! Thank you, chef, sorry I just-.”
“Come on, food to be made, let’s not waste time.” Chef Mikasa said as she stood you upright again, “you ok?” She asked in a stoic voice.
“Y-Yeah… thank you again.”
“Welcome.” She said as she went back to doing what she was doing.
It was a long, face paced shift, and you were glad it was finally over.
“Y/N, I need you to stay back and help me prep for tomorrow.” Mikasa called as you finished wiping down your benches.
“O-Ok, yes chef.” You replied, deflated but elated that she had chosen you to stay back.
“I’m so tired but if it means I get to spend time alone with her then I’ll do it.” You thought as you walked over to her.
“Grab more potatoes from the freezer.” Mikasa said bluntly, “then bring them here.”
“Yes chef!” You called as you turned and ran for the freezer, pushing the big steel door open and entering.
“Potatoes, potatoes.” You mumbled as you shivered in the freezing cold back room, “where are they??”
You found a big sack of them in the corner of the freezer and grabbed the top of the hessian bag, leaning back sharply to tug it free and drag it to the door.
Your feet slipped on the frozen flooring and you fell over multiple times as you struggled to drag it along.
“Come onnnn~.” You screeched through gritted teeth, straining backwards with the bag still gripped in between your clenched fists.
Suddenly the door opened and Mikasa stood there, staring at you.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m trying chef.” You stammered.
“I’ll do it.” She said as she walked over and easily hauled the bag up over her shoulder and marched out.
You hung your head and followed, feeling like you had failed her… yet again.
“Head up.” She said as she strode ahead of you, “don’t let it get you down.”
You sighed and looked up at her.
“You’re just so good at everything.” You sighed, “you’re so…cool…”
Mikasa glanced at you as she dropped the bag down on the ground and crouched down to open it.
“I’m not cool, I’m just doing my job.” She replied frankly.
“…Your boyfriend is so lucky…” You continued.
“Boyfriend? Bold of you to assume I need someone.” She replied as she stood up and placed a hand on her hip, “and also bold of you to assume I need a man.”
Your face flushed red as you realized she had just revealed that she might be into girls and not men.
“You know what I like about girls?” She asked rhetorically as her serious grey eyes locked onto you. “We can be so tough, yet so supple at the same time.” She said as she strode towards you and took your chin in hand, tilting your face up to hers. “Shall I show you?”
Your heart pounded in your chest as she held your gaze, patiently waiting for your reply, showing no emotion as she held you in place.
“Y-Yes.” You stammered, not exactly sure of what she was referring to.
Mikasa glanced around making sure the kitchen was empty before she bent her head down to yours and kissed you firmly on the lips.
Her movements were calculated and sure, she knew exactly what she was doing, not even a bit of hesitancy showed in her swift kiss.
You melted into her, the top energy that she radiated made you weak at the knees.
“I’ve always wanted you to do that.” You blurted out as she pulled back.
“So have I.” She admitted, “there’s an innocence about you that I’m drawn to.”
“W-Well that’s good?” You replied with a little giggle as you remained in her grasp, eyes still looking up at her. “I thought you’d like someone who was more…”
“Bold?” She asked, “no, no, I’m in charge, I don’t need a bold partner.” She said as she placed her other hand on your side and slid it down over your lower abdomen and between your legs.
You gasped as her fingers pressed into you, rocking back and forth over your pants.
“Ohh~.” You whimpered as she rubbed you.
“You don’t even need to tell me you’re enjoying it, your eyes give you away.” She said matter of factly as she continued to touch you, holding you by your chin and jaw so you couldn’t move away.
While she pressed and rubbed over your your clothed pussy she bent her head back down to yours, her tongue running along your bottom lip, tasting you.
You whimpered with need again, trying to stop yourself from collapsing under the delicious sensations she was causing in your core.
She kissed your half parted lips again, licking and biting on your lip while she rubbed your pussy a little firmer; still over your pants.
Your breathing rate was increasing quickly, small sighs escaping your lips as she increased the speed of her rubbing, making sure to swipe deeper between your legs.
“Open your legs a little.” She said lowly and you obeyed, allowing her to press and rub firmer between your thighs as her tongue met yours as you made out furiously.
You were a blushing mess while she worked you up to orgasm, expertly doing so without even removing your clothes.
As you neared the climax your brows knitted slightly and you squeezed your eyes shut, whining a little as she picked up the pace.
At that point you came, legs trembling terribly while she helped you cum, kissing your lips tenderly while you came down.
“So vulnerable yet so strong.” She commented as she let go of your chin and turned back to the sack of potatoes to continue her task, acting like nothing had happened.
You reached out and grabbed for the bench nearby, hold your weight up with your arms as you got your bearings.
“Y-Yes, chef, thank you chef.”
~ END ~