Eren's mind was a warzone, every thought a landmine ready to detonate. He'd thought he was prepared for this. They'd talked it through endlessly, setting boundaries, convincing themselves that this would make their marriage stronger, hotter, more alive.
He'd been the one to push for it, hadn't he? After that night with Pieck, when he'd lost himself in her soft curves, her moans filling the air while Mikasa's gaze burned into him, he'd thought he could handle anything.
The jealousy had been there, yes, but it had fueled his desire, made him fuck Pieck harder, made him feel like a god. He'd thought watching Mikasa with another man would be the same—a thrill, a rush, a chance to reclaim her afterward with a ferocity that would erase everyone else.
But now, standing here, watching Minato's hand claim her body, he wasn't so sure. She's mine, a primal voice roared inside him, raw and possessive. But another voice, slick and insidious, whispered, This is what you wanted. You wanted to see her like this—flushed, trembling, ready to be fucked. The sight of her, cheeks red, lips parted, her body responding to Minato's touch, was maddening.
His cock throbbed in his jeans, betraying him even as his heart twisted with jealousy. He wanted to tear Minato's hand away, to pin Mikasa against the wall and remind her who she belonged to. But he also wanted to watch, to see her unravel, to hear the sounds she'd described so vividly after her first time with Minato.
She'd told him everything—how Minato's cock had stretched her, how he'd fucked her with a relentless intensity that left her shaking, how she'd come harder than she ever had before. The words had cut him, but they'd also set him on fire, made him ache to see it for himself.
Now, though, the reality was a different beast. The thought of Minato taking her in their bed, of watching her surrender to him, filled him with a dizzying mix of dread and desire. Could he handle it? Could he watch another man fuck his wife and still feel like her husband afterward?
Mikasa's heart pounded so loudly she was sure it would burst.
Minato's hand on her ass was firm, possessive, his fingers digging into her with a confidence that made her skin burn. She hated how her body responded, how her pussy clenched at the memory of his touch, his cock, the way he'd fucked her until she couldn't think straight.
She hated the soft moan that had escaped her lips, the way her cheeks burned with shame as Eren watched. This was her husband, the man she'd loved since they were kids, the man who knew every part of her soul. And yet, here she was, trembling under another man's touch, her body betraying her with every heartbeat.
This is wrong, she thought, her mind spiraling. But Eren wanted this. We both did. She stole a glance at him, her heart aching at the storm in his eyes—pain, desire, love, all tangled together.
She wanted to run to him, to fall into his arms and tell him that no one could ever take his place, that Minato was just a physical thrill, a fleeting indulgence. But she stayed rooted to the spot, trapped by Minato's grip and the weight of their agreement.
She couldn't forget the first time with Minato, the way he'd taken her with a ferocity that left her breathless, her body aching with pleasure she hadn't known was possible. It had been raw, animalistic, so different from Eren's tender, passionate lovemaking.
She'd told Eren everything, her voice shaking as she described how Minato had fucked her, how his size had overwhelmed her, how she'd come undone under him. She'd seen the hurt in Eren's eyes, but also the hunger, the way his breath hitched as he listened. It had brought them closer, in a strange, twisted way, sharing that secret.
But now, standing here with Minato's hand on her, she wasn't sure if they could survive this night.
She loved Eren with every fiber of her being. No matter how good Minato was, how he made her body sing, he would never be Eren. Eren was her home, her heart, the man who knew her in ways no one else ever could.
But this—this dangerous game they'd agreed to—was pushing her to her limits. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her body humming with a mix of shame and desire.
Would Eren still want her after this? Would she still feel like his after Minato had fucked her in front of him? The thought made her stomach twist, but it also made her pussy throb, the anticipation of what was to come both terrifying and exhilarating.
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