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Mikasa fumbled with the keys, her fingers trembling slightly from the lingering excitement of the evening.
The door to their modest home in the quiet suburbs creaked open, revealing the familiar dim glow of the living room lamp they'd left on. She stepped inside first, the warm summer air following her like a reluctant lover.
"It was amazing," she breathed, her voice soft and laced with genuine affection.
"Since it's been such a long time since we were on a proper date." Her heart fluttered at the memory—the candlelit dinner, the stolen glances across the table, Eren's hand brushing hers under the pretext of passing the salt.
It had been months since they'd carved out time just for the two of them, what with the complexities of their open relationship weaving in other threads of desire.Before she could turn to face him, Eren was upon her.
His body slammed against hers with a forceful urgency, pinning her to the wall just inside the entryway. The cool plaster pressed against her chest through the thin fabric of her summer dress, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Eren's form behind her.
His crotch ground into her ass, the hard outline of his arousal unmistakable even through his pants. His hands gripped her waist possessively, fingers digging in just enough to send a thrill racing up her spine.Oh god, Eren, Mikasa thought, her breath catching in her throat. What's gotten into you? This isn't like him—at least, not usually. But fuck, it feels good.
She couldn't turn her body, trapped as she was, but she craned her neck, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she tried to meet his eyes.
"Eren, what are you—"He didn't let her finish. His lips crashed onto hers in a ferocious kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger. It was dominating, possessive, a side of Eren she'd glimpsed only in fleeting moments before their relationship had opened up.
Now, with the spice of shared adventures fueling their fire, he was unleashing it fully. Mikasa moaned into his mouth, "Mmmmh… Eren…" The sound vibrated between them, her body responding instinctively.
Her nipples hardened against the wall, aching for touch, and a familiar warmth pooled between her thighs.He's never been this bold right from the start, she mused inwardly, her mind swirling with a mix of surprise and arousal.
Usually, he waits for me to lead, especially after I've been with someone else. But tonight… after our date… is he reclaiming me? God, I hope so. I need this. Her hands braced against the wall for support, but she pushed back subtly, grinding her ass against his erection.
The friction sent sparks through her core, her dress riding up slightly with each movement.Eren's hands roamed her body like he owned every inch—and in this moment, he did. One palm slid up her side, brushing the swell of her breast, while the other dipped lower, teasing the hem of her dress.
He could feel her heat, the way her body yielded to him. Fuck, she's so responsive, Eren thought, his mind hazy with lust. All evening, watching her laugh, seeing that dress hug her curves… I've been hard since dessert.
And knowing she's been with Minato recently? It should piss me off, but it just makes me want her more. Makes this hotter. His dick throbbed against her, straining against the fabric of his pants. He broke the kiss briefly, only to nip at her earlobe.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly.Mikasa's grinding intensified, her hips circling with deliberate slowness, teasing him back. "Mmmmh… mm," she moaned, the sounds escaping unbidden.
Her inner thighs slicked with anticipation, her pussy clenching at the thought of him inside her. He's so hard already. I can feel every inch pressing into me. If he doesn't fuck me soon, I might explode.
But she loved the buildup, the way he was taking control for once. In their open dynamic, she'd often been the one exploring dominance with others, but with Eren, it was usually tender, loving. This shift? It was intoxicating.
Finally, Eren pulled back, his hands still firm on her waist, keeping her pinned. Her ass continued to grind against him, a rhythmic dance that had his balls tightening.
One hand traveled up to her face, cupping her cheek roughly, squeezing just enough to make her lips pout. He tilted her head to meet his gaze.
"You are so fucking hot," he said, his eyes dark with desire. The words hung in the air, charged with the promise of more.Mikasa's breath hitched.
He's looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. I've missed this fire in him. Before she could respond, he pulled her into another kiss, even more intense than the first. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it, while his free hand slipped under her dress, fingers grazing the edge of her panties.
She was wet—drenched, really—and he groaned into the kiss at the discovery.Surprised? Hell yes, she thought, her moans muffled against his lips.
"Mmmh… mmm." He's never jumped me like this at the door. Is it because of the date? Or because he knows I've been neglecting him a bit with Minato? Whatever it is, don't stop.
Her body arched, pressing her breasts against the wall, nipples scraping deliciously against the fabric.Eren broke the kiss again, their foreheads touching as they panted, eyes locked.
Lust burned in his gaze, raw and unfiltered. He could see it mirrored in hers—the need, the hunger. "I'm going to fuck you," he declared, his voice a command rather than a question.
"Oh, please do," Mikasa replied, her voice husky, eyes pleading as she stared deep into his. Take me, Eren. Make me yours again. I've been craving this connection with you.
Eren's dick was fully erect now, painfully so, tenting his pants from the relentless grinding. Ever since we opened things up, he reflected inwardly, the sex has been insane. Hotter, dirtier.
Knowing she's desired by others? It fuels me. But tonight, it's just us—or at least, it was supposed to be.
He was about to spin her around, hike up that dress, and bury himself inside her when—"Looks like I'm disturbing you."The voice sliced through the haze of passion like a cold blade.
Both Eren and Mikasa froze, their bodies still entangled, hearts pounding. They turned their heads toward the source, and there he was: Minato, lounging casually against the kitchen doorway as if he owned the place.
His eyes gleamed with amusement—and something darker, more predatory.What the fuck? Eren thought, rage bubbling up instantly.
How the hell did he get in here? This is our home—ours! And at a time like this? I was seconds away from fucking her senseless.
But he schooled his expression, forcing a neutral mask. Showing anger would only give Minato the upper hand, and in their tangled web of relationships, power plays were everything. Still, his grip on Mikasa's waist tightened possessively, his erection deflating slightly from the intrusion.
Mikasa's eyes widened in shock, her body going rigid against the wall. Minato? Here? Without knocking or calling? This isn't like him. Her mind raced, piecing together the implications.
He must have let himself in somehow. But why now? We were just about to… oh god, Eren must be furious. I've been spending so much time with Minato lately—nights out, stolen moments—and now this? It feels like I'm rubbing it in Eren's face.
Things were finally heating up between us, and now it's ruined.A flush of guilt mixed with the lingering arousal, making her skin tingle uncomfortably. She could still feel Eren's hardness against her ass, but the moment was shattered.Minato smirked, his gaze raking over them unapologetically.
He'd arrived earlier, slipping in through the unlocked back door—a habit from past visits when things were more fluid. He'd intended to surprise Mikasa, perhaps steal a quick rendezvous before Eren got home.
But hiding in the shadows, he'd witnessed the whole scene: Mikasa's moans, the grinding, the raw passion. Damn, that's hot, he thought, his own cock stirring in his jeans. Eren's finally showing some spine.
Usually, he's so passive, letting me have my fun with her. But seeing her grind like that? Makes me want to join in. Or take over. He stepped forward casually, hands in his pockets, but his eyes betrayed the lust simmering beneath.
"Don't stop on my account," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with faux innocence. "It looked like you two were just getting started."Eren's jaw clenched. This asshole thinks he can just waltz in?
After all the times he's had her, now he interrupts my moment? Inwardly, he seethed, but the open relationship rules they'd set—communication, consent, no jealousy unchecked—held him back.
Still, the tension coiled in his muscles, his hands itching to shove Minato out. But a twisted part of him, the part that had grown to crave the spice of sharing, wondered if this could turn into something more.
No.
Not tonight.
This was supposed to be about us.Mikasa disentangled herself slightly, turning to face both men, her dress disheveled, cheeks flushed. This is a mess.
Eren's angry—I can feel it in his grip. And Minato… he's enjoying this too much. Did he watch us? The thought sends a shiver down my spine—not entirely unpleasant. Her pussy still throbbed from the earlier teasing, and now, with two men eyeing her like prey, the air thickened with unspoken possibilities.
"Minato, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice steadier than she felt. I should be mad, but part of me is thrilled. The tension… it's electric.Minato chuckled, closing the distance.
"Couldn't stay away. Missed you after our last… encounter." His eyes flicked to Eren, challenging. Let's see how far he'll let this go. Mikasa's mine too, in a way.
And watching them? It's foreplay.The room hung heavy with sexual tension, each character's thoughts swirling in a storm of desire, jealousy, and anticipation.
Eren's mind raced with ways to reclaim the night, Mikasa grappled with her divided affections, and Minato plotted his next move. But for now, they stood frozen, the chapter's end looming like an unspoken invitation to chaos.
Eren's breath came in short bursts, his chest heaving as he tried to process the interruption. How long has he been here? Did he see everything? The kiss, the grinding… fuck, that makes it worse.
It's one thing to know she's been with him; it's another to have him witness our intimacy. His hands finally released Mikasa's waist, but not before giving a final squeeze, a silent claim.
He stepped back slightly, adjusting his pants to hide the remnants of his erection. The anger simmered, but so did a reluctant arousal—the dynamic they'd built was addictive, even in moments like this.Mikasa smoothed her dress, her body still buzzing.
My heart's pounding. Eren's touch lingers on my skin, but Minato's presence… it's like pouring gasoline on the fire. I feel exposed, desired by both. It's wrong, but it's what we agreed to.
She glanced at Eren, her eyes apologetic yet laced with heat.
"Eren, I didn't know he was coming," she said softly, her voice trembling. Please don't be mad. I want you both, but tonight was for us.Minato leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his smirk unwavering.
They're both flustered. Good. Mikasa's nipples are still hard under that dress—I can see the outlines. And Eren? He's trying to play it cool, but I bet he's hard as rock still. This could be fun if I push the right buttons.
"Relax, Eren. It's not like this is new territory. We all know the rules." His tone was casual, but his eyes devoured Mikasa, remembering their last time together—the way she'd moaned his name, her body writhing under him.
Eren's fists clenched at his sides. The rules. Yeah, open communication, no secrets. But barging in? That's crossing a line. Still, if I kick him out now, does that make me the jealous one? The weak one? He forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.
"What do you want, Minato? We just got home."Mikasa's mind whirled. I can feel the tension between them. It's like they're circling each other, and I'm the prize.
Part of me wants to defuse it, but another part… wants to see where it goes. My pussy is aching from the teasing; if they both touched me now, I'd come undone. She stepped between them subtly, her hand brushing Eren's arm.
The contact sent a jolt through her, rekindling the earlier flame.Minato pushed off the wall, approaching slowly. "I want what I always want—Mikasa." His words were bold, his gaze locking onto hers.
She's looking at me like she did last week, when I had her bent over the hotel bed. Wet, ready. Eren can watch if he wants; it might even turn him on.The air crackled with unspoken challenges, bodies inches apart, desires clashing.
Eren's jealousy fueled his lust, Mikasa's guilt amplified her arousal, and Minato's confidence stoked the fire. As the three stood there, the sexual tension reached a boiling point, the chapter drawing to its close on the precipice of what came next.
Eren recalled the day they decided to open the relationship—Mikasa's idea, born from curiosity and a desire to explore. At first, it hurt. Hearing about her dates with Minato, imagining them together. But then… the reclaiming sex afterward? Mind-blowing.
Like tonight was supposed to be. Now, with him here, it's like the universe is testing me. His eyes narrowed at Minato, but he couldn't deny the twitch in his pants at the thought of watching or joining.Mikasa's thoughts drifted to their history.
Eren and I have been through hell—This open thing was supposed to bring us closer, not tear us apart. But Minato… he's so different. Confident, relentless. With Eren, it's love; with Minato, it's pure animal lust. Having both in one room? It's overwhelming.
Her breath quickened, her thighs pressing together to ease the ache.Minato, ever the opportunist, sensed the shift.
They're not kicking me out. That's a green light. Mikasa's eyes are dilated, her lips parted.
Eren's posture is defensive, but his gaze flicks to her ass. This could turn into a threesome if I play it right. He reached out, his fingers grazing Mikasa's arm.
"You look incredible in that dress, by the way. The way it clings…"Eren's hand shot out, grabbing Minato's wrist. Touch her? In front of me, without asking? No.
"Back off," he growled, his voice low.Mikasa gasped, the contact between the three sending sparks. Oh god, they're touching over me. The dominance… it's too much. Her body betrayed her, a fresh wave of wetness soaking her panties.
The standoff held, hearts racing, bodies primed. This was the peak of tension, the chapter's end leaving everything hanging in sensual suspense.