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The air in the room was thick, heavy with a raw, electric tension that crackled like a live wire. Every glance, every fleeting touch, was charged with unspoken desires and barely restrained emotions. Minato's hand lingered possessively on Mikasa's ass, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over the tight denim, each movement calculated to provoke.
Her breath hitched, a soft, desperate sound that echoed in the suffocating silence, her body squirming under his touch as if caught between surrender and resistance. Eren stood frozen, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached, his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he watched another man claim his wife in their own home.
The sight was a dagger to his heart, twisting with jealousy, yet it sent a surge of dark, primal heat coursing through him. He wanted to speak, to shatter the oppressive quiet, but the words lodged in his throat like jagged glass. Stop? Keep going? His mind was a chaotic swirl of want and fear, leaving him teetering on the edge of a decision he wasn't sure he could make.
Minato leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of Mikasa's ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Your pussy's already soaked for me, isn't it, Mikasa?" he murmured, his voice a low, filthy growl that carried just enough for Eren to hear. "I bet you've been thinking about my cock all day, dripping at the thought of me fucking you raw." His words were a taunt, a deliberate strike meant to inflame, and Mikasa shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as her body betrayed her, leaning into him despite the shame burning her cheeks.
Her thighs pressed together, a subtle movement that didn't escape Eren's notice, and the sight sent a fresh wave of jealousy crashing over him, mingling with a searing arousal that made his cock throb harder. Her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her body responded to Minato's touch—it was maddening, intoxicating, a paradox that tore at his heart and set his blood aflame.
Minato's eyes flicked to Eren, a smirk curling his lips, his gaze gleaming with predatory confidence. "So, Eren," he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a whip, sharp and unyielding. "You ready to watch me strip your wife down? I'm gonna peel those tight jeans off her, spread her legs wide, and fuck that sweet, tight pussy until she's screaming my name." His hand squeezed Mikasa's ass harder, his fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her flush against his side.
She gasped, a soft, needy sound that sent a jolt straight to Eren's groin, her body trembling as Minato's fingers teased lower, brushing the seam of her jeans where her thighs met. "Tell him, Mikasa," Minato purred, his lips grazing her neck now, his voice dripping with filthy promise. "Tell your husband how bad you want my cock to fill you up, how you're gonna come so hard for me while he watches."
Mikasa's breath caught, her eyes wide and glistening as they darted to Eren, pleading for something—forgiveness, reassurance, permission. "Eren…" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her cheeks were a deep scarlet, her lips quivering as she stood caught between the two men, her body humming with a mix of shame and undeniable need.
Eren's throat burned, his pulse a deafening roar in his ears. He wanted to cross the room, to pull her into his arms and erase Minato's touch, but the sight of her—flushed, trembling, her pussy likely soaked just as Minato claimed—held him rooted to the spot, his cock aching with a need he couldn't deny.
"Having second thoughts, Eren?" Minato teased, his voice a low, taunting drawl as he tilted his head, his eyes locked on Eren's with a challenge that bordered on cruel. "Because I'm not. I'm gonna fuck your wife so good she'll forget your name for a night. You want that, don't you? To see her lose herself on my cock?" His hand slid up Mikasa's side, brushing the curve of her breast through her thin shirt, his thumb grazing her nipple, already hard and visible through the fabric.
She let out a soft whimper, her body arching slightly into his touch, and Eren's fists clenched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to act.
Eren's gaze locked onto Mikasa's, searching for a lifeline in the storm of emotions raging inside him. Her eyes met his, and in their depths, he saw the same conflict tearing at him—fear, desire, guilt, and an unspoken vow that they'd come through this together, no matter how raw, how filthy, how dangerous this night became.
Her lips parted, a silent plea, and he felt a surge of love so fierce it nearly drowned out the jealousy. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, his voice rough and strained when he spoke. "No second thoughts," he said, the words heavy with resolve and desperation. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
Minato's smirk widened, a predator savoring his prey. "That's what I like to hear," he said, his hand sliding back to Mikasa's ass, giving it another possessive squeeze. "Lead the way, Eren. Let's see how much your wife can handle when I'm fucking her deep and hard." His words were a deliberate provocation, each syllable dripping with intent, and Mikasa's breath hitched again, her body trembling as they moved toward the bedroom, Minato's hand never leaving her.
As they crossed the threshold into the dimly lit bedroom, the weight of the moment crashed over Eren like a tidal wave. The room—their room, where he and Mikasa had shared countless nights of love and passion—felt different now, charged with a forbidden energy that made his skin prickle.
The bed loomed large, its sheets still rumpled from their last time together, a stark reminder of the intimacy they shared. Now, it would become a stage for something else entirely, something that would test the very core of who they were.
As they stepped into the bedroom, the air seemed to thicken further, the dim light casting shadows that danced across the walls. The bed—their bed, where Eren and Mikasa had made love countless times, where they'd whispered promises and shared dreams—felt like a battlefield now, charged with a forbidden energy that made Eren's skin prickle.
Minato's hand stayed on Mikasa, his fingers still teasing, his touch a constant reminder of the power he held in this moment. He guided her toward the bed, his eyes flicking back to Eren with a taunting grin.
"Look at her, Eren," Minato said, his voice a low, filthy purr as he turned Mikasa to face him, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her shirt. "She's fucking desperate for it. You can see it in her eyes, can't you? That hunger for my cock." He pinched her nipples through the fabric, making her gasp, her body arching into his touch. "Tell him, Mikasa," he urged, his lips brushing her jaw, his voice a seductive command. "Tell your husband how bad you need me to fuck you, how you're gonna come all over my cock while he watches."
Mikasa's breath hitched, her eyes locking onto Eren's, wide and pleading. "Eren…" she whispered again, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and desire. "I… I love you." The words were a lifeline, a desperate attempt to anchor herself to him, but her body betrayed her, her hips shifting as Minato's hands roamed, her pussy aching for what was to come.
Eren's heart twisted, love and jealousy warring within him. He stepped closer, his voice low and raw. "I know, Mikasa," he said, his eyes burning into hers. "I love you too. Always." The words were a vow, a promise that no matter how filthy this night became, no matter who touched her, they'd come through it together.
Minato chuckled, his hands sliding down to Mikasa's jeans, popping the button open with a slow, deliberate motion. "That's sweet," he mocked, his eyes glinting as he looked at Eren. "But let's see how much you love her when she's screaming my name, her pussy clenching around my cock. You ready for that, Eren? Or you gonna back out now?"
Eren's jaw tightened, his cock throbbing with a need he couldn't suppress. He looked at Mikasa, saw the love in her eyes, the fear, the desire, and he knew there was no turning back. "I'm ready," he said, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. "Let's do this."