The room seemed to shrink under the weight of the unspoken words, the air thick with a cocktail of lust, anger, and anticipation, each breath feeling heavier than the last, charged with the unspoken fears and desires that threatened to unravel them all.
Mikasa stood between the two men, her summer dress still slightly askew from Eren's earlier assault on her senses, a tangible reminder of the intimacy that had been shattered.
Her skin prickled with awareness, every nerve ending alive from the interrupted passion, but now it felt like a curse, amplifying the storm of emotions inside her.
This can't be happening, she thought, her pulse racing like a drumbeat in her ears, pounding relentlessly, mirroring the chaos in her heart. Eren was finally taking charge, showing that fire I've missed, and now Minato's here, turning everything upside down, poisoning the air with his presence. But god, the way they're both looking at me… it's like I'm the center of a storm, torn between them. Part of me wants to send Minato away, to reclaim the night with Eren, to wrap myself in his arms and forget this ever happened, to heal the wound I see opening in his soul. But another part—the wicked, hungry part—wonders what it would be like if he just… took me, right here, with Eren watching.
No, that's too far. Or is it? Our open relationship has boundaries, but the thrill of pushing them… my thighs are slick just thinking about it, and the guilt crashes over me like a wave, drowning me in shame for even considering it while Eren's pain is so evident.
Her thighs clenched involuntarily, the ache between her legs a persistent reminder of how close she'd been to ecstasy, her panties damp and clinging, the wetness a betrayal that made her want to cry, her body at war with her heart.Eren's hand lingered on her arm, his touch a grounding force amid the chaos, but now it trembled slightly, a silent testament to the vulnerability he rarely showed, making Mikasa's chest tighten with empathy.
His jaw was set, eyes narrowed at Minato, but beneath the anger, a flicker of something else burned—curiosity, perhaps, or the twisted thrill that had come with opening their relationship, now overshadowed by a crushing wave of doubt and self-loathing.
This bastard thinks he can just show up and insert himself? Eren seethed inwardly, the rage boiling like acid in his veins. I've shared her before, heard the stories, even gotten off on them later, but it was always on our terms.
But walking in on us? Watching her grind against me like that? It's a violation, a theft of our moment. Yet… look at her. Flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes darting to me with that mix of desire and apology. If I play this wrong, I lose the momentum—I lose her.
Maybe I should show him how it's done. Make him watch as I fuck her senseless. Or… shit, the idea of him taking her while I watch? It's humiliating, degrading, but my cock is twitching at the thought, and I hate myself for it.
No, I can't let that happen. I'm in control here—or at least, I used to be. The jealousy claws at my insides, sharp and unrelenting, making me question everything—am I enough? He shifted his weight, trying to ignore the renewed stirring in his pants, his erection half-hard and insistent, a physical betrayal that only deepened his inner turmoil, his free hand balling into a fist to hide the shake.
Minato, ever the picture of composure, let his gaze slide over Mikasa's form, lingering on the way her dress hugged her curves, the faint outline of her hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent, savoring the emotional wreckage he was about to intensify.
He hadn't planned on this exact scenario, but adaptability was his strength, and the raw vulnerability in the room was like fuel to his fire. They were putting on quite the show, he mused, a smirk playing at his lips, his mind calculating every jab to maximize the pain. Eren's got more fire than I gave him credit for.
Usually, he's the passive one, letting me sweep in and out. But tonight? He's possessive, clinging. Good. Makes it more fun to break. And Mikasa… she's dripping with need. I can practically smell it.
But I don't want to share. No threesome nonsense. I want her all to myself, with Eren sitting there like the cuck he is—watching, helpless, hard as a rock while I fuck her brains out. It'll shatter that ego of his, leave him questioning his worth, and make her crave me even more, torn between guilt and desire.
But let's draw this out—conversations first, build the jealousy until it's unbearable. He took a step closer, his voice smooth as silk but laced with cutting disdain.
"Come on, Eren. No need for hostility. We're all adults here. Mikasa's told me how things work in your little arrangement. Sharing is caring, right? But tonight, I think it's my turn to care for her—while you enjoy the view. You're getting quite good at that, aren't you? Sitting on the sidelines while someone else steps up."Mikasa's breath hitched at his words, her body betraying her with a fresh wave of heat pooling in her core, but the sting of his barbs toward Eren made her stomach churn with regret.
He's so bold, she thought, glancing between them, her heart fracturing at the shadow of betrayal in Eren's gaze. Eren's grip tightens every time Minato speaks. It's like they're wolves circling, and I'm the territory, but at what cost? I should stop this, set boundaries, protect Eren from this venom.
But my pussy is throbbing, and the thought of Minato taking me while Eren watches… oh fuck, I'm wet just imagining it. The humiliation for Eren, the dominance from Minato—it's dark, twisted, but it's turning me on more than I want to admit.
Yet seeing Eren's jealousy, the way it etches lines of pain on his face… it rips me apart. Am I a monster for wanting this? For letting it continue? She turned to Eren, her eyes pleading for guidance, but also laced with desire, silent tears beginning to well up from the overwhelming conflict.
"Eren… what do you want?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, husky from the earlier moans but cracking with emotion, her nipples straining against the fabric, her body a traitor to the turmoil in her soul.Eren's mind raced, weighing options, the jealousy now a searing blaze that consumed every thought.
Kick him out and fuck her now? Or let this play out, let the pain fester? The open relationship was her idea, to spice things up after the wars, the losses. It worked—our sex life exploded. But this? Him wanting me to just watch? It's emasculating, soul-crushing. Still, seeing Minato eye her like that? It pisses me off, but it also turns me on in a way that sickens me. Knowing she's desired, that I get to witness it… but without touching? My dick is fully hard now, betraying me, while my heart feels like it's being torn out.
And his words—they slice deep, making me doubt every moment we've shared. The emotions crash: fury at his arrogance, devastating hurt from her silence, a twisted arousal that shames me to my core. He met her gaze, then flicked his eyes to Minato, his voice strained, barely controlled.
"What I want," he said slowly, his tone laced with challenge but trembling with raw pain, "is for you to admit you were watching us. Hiding like a creep."Minato chuckled, unfazed, his laugh low and mocking, echoing in the room like a taunt, designed to needle deeper into Eren's wounds.
"Guilty as charged. Arrived early, thought I'd surprise Mikasa. But then you two came in hot and heavy. Couldn't tear my eyes away. Her grinding on you? Poetry in motion—though, let's be honest, it looked like she was searching for something more… fulfilling." His words hung in the air, deliberate, designed to inflame, to poke at Eren's insecurities with surgical precision.
Let's see if that lights a fire under Eren. If he backs down, I win. If he pushes back, I'll make sure he ends up in that chair, stroking himself while I claim her. The jealousy is delicious—look at his face, crumbling under the weight.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Mikasa's neck, making her shiver with a cocktail of thrill and dread.
"But now, Eren, why don't you take a seat? Let me show you how it's really done. You could use the lesson—after all, if you were satisfying her fully, she wouldn't keep coming back to me, would she? Face it, you're the warm-up act; I'm the headliner."Mikasa felt a blush creep up her neck, but it wasn't just embarrassment—it was arousal mingled with a growing torrent of distress, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.
He watched? Saw me moaning, pressing back against Eren?
That's… invasive.
Hot.
Forbidden.
Her hand unconsciously brushed her thigh, inching toward the hem of her dress, but her focus was on Eren's anguished expression, the way his eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"Minato, you shouldn't have," she said, but her voice lacked conviction. Instead, it trembled with need and anguish, her core clenching at the idea of what was coming, while waves of guilt crashed over her for the pain she was inflicting on the man she loved.
Eren's anger flared, but so did his lust, the jealousy now a vise around his chest, squeezing until he could barely breathe. He saw her like that? My Mikasa, lost in pleasure from me? Fuck him. And now he's implying I'm not enough, that she's searching for more? The words sting like acid, fueling the doubt I've buried deep—am I failing her? The emotions overwhelm: rage that makes my blood boil, a heartbreak so profound it feels like my chest is caving in, and that damn arousal twisting the knife.
He pulled her closer, his hand sliding to her lower back, fingers splaying possessively, but his grip was desperate, pleading. "Then maybe you should leave. This was our night." My voice sounds pathetic, broken.
The jealousy consumes— I feel like I'm losing her right here, piece by piece.Minato raised an eyebrow, stepping even closer, the three of them now in a tight triangle, the proximity amplifying the tension, their breaths mingling in the charged air, the heat oppressive.
"Or maybe I should stay. Mikasa looks like she could use a real man tonight—not someone who shares." His eyes locked on hers, dark with promise, but he turned his gaze to Eren, the jab sharper, more personal.
Come on, beautiful. You know you want it. I've made you scream before; now let him hear it live, without lifting a finger. But let's twist the knife more—make his jealousy boil over until he breaks. The words were a direct jab at Eren, designed to provoke and demean, his tone condescending and cruel.
"Face it, Eren, you're the backup plan. Reliable, sure, but not the one who makes her pulse race like I do. No wonder she's been sneaking away more often— you can't compete with this. You're the guy she settles for when she wants comfort, not passion."The tension crackled like electricity, the room charged with potential, the emotional undercurrents threatening to drown them all in a sea of pain and desire.
Mikasa's heart pounded, her breaths coming shallow, tears now threatening to spill from the intensity, her hands shaking as she fought the urge to reach for Eren.
They're so close.
I can feel Eren's heat on one side, Minato's on the other. If I let Minato take me while Eren watches… what does that do to us? The guilt is there, but the excitement is stronger.
My body is screaming for it, but Eren's pain—it's tearing me apart inside, the jealousy so raw it's like a living thing between us. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of Eren's kiss, her voice breaking with sorrow.
"I… I don't know. Eren?" Please, don't hate me. Forgive me. But the conflict… it's ripping my soul in two.Eren hesitated, his mind a whirlwind, the jealousy now an all-consuming storm that blurred his vision with hot tears.
This could ruin us. Him calling me the 'backup plan'? It's infuriating, humiliating, each word a dagger to my heart. The doubt floods in—am I just the safe choice? Has she been unhappy all this time?
The emotions clash: fury at his smug face, a heartbreak so deep it feels like dying, and that twisted arousal that makes me despise myself. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a growl laced with raw, aching pain, tears escaping despite his efforts.
"If you want this, Mikasa… tell me." The words came out choked, his hand on her back trembling with the force of his suppressed sobs.He's giving in, she thought, her core clenching despite the sobs now catching in her throat, tears streaming down her face.
Yes.
God, yes.
But only if it's Minato taking me, Eren watching. The power dynamic… it's intoxicating. But his pain—it's shattering me, the jealousy in his voice like a plea for mercy.
"I want… Minato," she admitted, her voice breaking on the words, sobs wracking her body, her eyes flicking to Eren with a mix of apology and lust, the guilt so profound it felt like it would consume her.Minato's smirk widened.
Jackpot.
She's chosen.
"Then let's not waste time." He turned to Eren, his tone commanding and triumphant, each word a fresh wound.
"Sit down, Eren. Over there. And keep your hands to yourself—unless you want to jerk off to the show. It's what you're best at, after all—watching while I take what's mine, while you wallow in your inadequacy." The jealousy is peak now—look at his tears, the broken man.Eren shot him a glare but felt his resolve crumble, tears flowing freely now, jealousy and heartbreak surging like a torrent.
This is happening. I'm going to watch him fuck her? The put-downs are relentless—'wallow in inadequacy'? It crushes my spirit, makes me feel utterly worthless. And her choice… it stabs so deep I can barely breathe. But my cock throbs, the twisted part winning, and I hate it.
His cock throbbed painfully as he backed away, sinking into the armchair in the corner. The humiliation burned like fire, but so did the anticipation, his hand hovering near his crotch, emotions at war—devastating jealousy, crushing hurt, forbidden excitement that only amplified the agony.Minato inclined his head mockingly.
"Good boy."
For now, he's mine to toy with—through her. The shift was palpable, the anger morphing into something primal and one-sided. But instead of diving in, Minato paused, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, drawing out the torment.
"But let's not rush this here in the living room. We should go to your bedroom, Mikasa—so you're comfortable. After all, this is going to take a while, and I want you relaxed when I make you forget all about him—his touches, his inadequacies, everything."Mikasa nodded, her body buzzing with anticipation and guilt, tears cascading down her cheeks from the emotional overload.
The bedroom? Our space—Eren's and mine. That feels even more intimate, more violating, like desecrating something sacred. His words cut deep for Eren, and the jealousy… it's destroying him, us. I should stop this, but the pull is too strong, the conflict tearing me in half.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice a sob, glancing at Eren with pleading, tear-filled eyes, her heart shattering at his devastated expression, the silent accusation in his gaze.
As they began to walk toward the bedroom, Minato pulled Mikasa close to his side, his arm wrapping around her waist possessively, the contact a stark contrast to Eren's trembling touch.
Then, boldly, his hand slid down to her ass, cupping it firmly through her dress, squeezing the firm flesh right in front of Eren, who trailed behind them like a shadow, his footsteps heavy with defeat and despair.
The squeeze was deliberate, lingering, his fingers digging in just enough to elicit a soft gasp from Mikasa, the sound piercing Eren like a thousand needles, amplifying his torment.
Feel that, Eren? This ass is mine tonight,Minato thought, smirking over his shoulder, his eyes locking on Eren's tear-streaked face with cruel satisfaction.
Eren's eyes widened, jealousy surging like a tidal wave, hot tears blurring his vision as the pain intensified to unbearable levels.
His hand on her ass? Squeezing it like he owns her, right in my face? The audacity— I want to rip it off, scream, fight, but I can't. She's letting him, not pulling away.
The hurt twists in my gut like a knife, deeper than before, but my cock hardens more. Why? The emotions overwhelm—rage that blinds, betrayal that shatters my trust, a suffocating envy that makes me feel invisible, worthless.
He followed silently, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white, nails drawing blood, the jealousy making his chest heave with suppressed sobs.Minato kept his hand there as they walked, squeezing intermittently, his thumb tracing circles on the curve, each motion a fresh, excruciating wound for Eren, the casual intimacy a mockery of their relationship.
"You know, Mikasa, I've been thinking about you all day," he said conversationally, his voice casual but laced with venom, ignoring Eren's presence but knowing he was listening, the words crafted to deepen the emotional chasm.
"That last time we were together? You were insatiable, whispering how no one else makes you feel this alive. Eren must not be keeping up, huh? I mean, no shade, but a guy who just watches… well, it's clear who's the main event. You're too passionate for someone so… passive, so content to let others take the lead while he fades into irrelevance."Mikasa felt a pang of guilt sharper than before, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal, tears flowing freely now as her heart broke for Eren.
He's putting Eren down again. It's too much—cruel, unnecessary. The words are daggers, and Eren's tears… god, it's unbearable.
"Minato, stop. That's not fair to Eren," she said softly, her voice breaking with sobs, trying to pull away slightly, but his grip on her ass tightened, keeping her close, the squeeze possessive and unyielding, sending conflicting signals through her body.
Minato laughed lightly, squeezing her ass harder, making her bite her lip to stifle a moan, the sound betraying her despite the turmoil, only heightening Eren's agony.
"Oh, come on, beautiful. It's just truth. Eren's a good guy—reliable, you know? But reliability isn't what gets you off, is it? You need someone who takes charge, not someone who… shares the spotlight and fades into the background, leaving you wanting more.
Admit it—you crave the intensity I bring, not the safe, predictable routine that leaves you unfulfilled."Eren's inner turmoil intensified, his face heating with humiliation, tears streaming as jealousy clawed at his soul with renewed ferocity.
More insults? '
Passive'? '
Unfulfilled'?
He's dismantling me piece by piece, exposing every insecurity, and she's only weakly defending, her tears mirroring mine but not stopping him. The hand on her ass—still there, squeezing like it's his right, like I'm nothing.
I feel utterly broken, emasculated, the pain so deep it's physical, but the dark arousal persists, making the betrayal sting even more.
"Minato, that's enough," he muttered from behind, his voice hoarse with emotion, cracking on the words like glass shattering, the jealousy rendering him almost voiceless, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.Mikasa tried again, her voice firmer but trembling, tears blurring her vision as sobs wracked her.
"Minato, please. Don't talk about Eren like that. He's… important to me. More than you know—he's my everything." I have to stop this. The emotions are raw—Eren's pain is evident, his tears a mirror to my own guilt.
But Minato's touch, his words… they're stirring something forbidden, heightening the tension to a breaking point, and I hate how it excites me amid the heartbreak.
Minato ignored her plea, his hand still firmly on her ass, squeezing as they reached the bedroom door, his fingers kneading the flesh with deliberate slowness, each movement a calculated escalation of the emotional warfare.
"Important? Sure, like a safety net—there when you fall, but not the one who makes you soar. But tonight, you chose me because you know I deliver. Eren can learn a thing or two—maybe next time he'll step up instead of sitting back, wallowing in his inadequacy, watching his world crumble." He pushed the door open, his words hanging heavy, the jealousy thick in the air like smoke, suffocating, the emotional tension at its zenith.
Eren seethed inwardly, the put-downs landing like blows, his heart pounding with a mix of fury and despair, tears unchecked. Safety net? 'Wallowing in inadequacy'?
The jealousy is unbearable—his hand still on her ass, claiming her while he mocks me. I feel small, worthless, the pain excruciating, tears won't stop. But the dark part of me wants to see what happens next, hating myself for it more than ever. He followed them in, the emotions—hurt, anger, unwanted arousal—reaching a fever pitch, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Mikasa glanced back at Eren, her eyes apologetic and filled with tears, sobs escaping her lips. This is spiraling. Minato won't stop, and Eren's jealousy… it's breaking him, breaking us both.
But why does it excite me too, this unbearable tension? "Minato, enough," she said, her voice a heartbroken plea, but he just chuckled, his hand giving one final, possessive squeeze before releasing, the conversation leaving deep, festering wounds that pulsed with raw emotion, the air heavy with the threat of irreversible damage.
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