As Minato's eyes lingered on the black bra and panties adorned with delicate butterfly designs, a smirk curled his lips, playful and mischievous.
The lace hugged Mikasa's curves like a second skin, the butterflies seeming to flutter with every heaving breath she took, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.
He couldn't help but trace his fingers along the edge of the panties, dipping just low enough to feel the slick heat radiating from her core, teasing the boundary without crossing it, making her hips twitch involuntarily.
"You're wearing my favorite bra and panties," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl laced with amusement that sent vibrations straight through her body, making her clit pulse with need.
His hand continued to squeeze her ass, kneading the firm, plump flesh with increasing intensity, his grip possessive yet light-hearted, as if marking her as his territory in a game right there in front of Eren.
"Did you slip into these thinking of me, Mikasa? Planning to tease your husband with something I chose for you? Or were you hoping I'd be the one to rip them off tonight? Come on, spill the beans—it's our little secret, isn't it?"Mikasa felt a flush of heat creep up her neck, her body responding despite the shame twisting in her gut, but now mingled with a spark of fun.
He's making me say these things, pushing me further, but in such a cheeky way, she thought, her mind a whirlwind of conflict and desire, her nipples hardening painfully against the lace as his words wrapped around her like silk restraints, but with a wink.
But why does it feel so good? So dirty and right? Every tease makes me wetter, aching more, and now it's like a game I want to play.
"Yeah, initially I thought Eren would like it too, so that's why I wore it," she admitted, her voice breathy, laced with a mix of defiance and submission, but she added a playful lilt.
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as she pressed her body closer to Minato's, feeling the hard, throbbing length of his cock twitch against her thigh, the heat of it branding her skin through his underwear.
"But deep down… I knew you'd appreciate it more. Maybe I was saving the surprise for the one who knows how to unwrap it properly."
"Oh, your husband hasn't seen you in this? Now that definitely makes me feel special," Minato replied, his smirk widening into a predatory grin, but his eyes sparkled with humor.
He leaned in, his breath hot and teasing against her ear, while his free hand slid up to cup her breast through the bra, his thumb circling the hardening nipple beneath the lace with slow, deliberate strokes that made her gasp softly.
"Tell me, Mikasa, does it turn you on knowing I'm the first to appreciate this little secret? That Eren's just sitting there, watching me unwrap what should be his gift? Come on, admit it—say it loud enough for him to hear how much you dressed up for my eyes, not his. Or is this our fun way of including him in the game?"
"Yes, he hasn't," Mikasa confessed, her eyes flicking briefly to Eren, who sat frozen in the chair, his face a mask of torment, his hands gripping the arms so tightly his knuckles whitened.
But she softened it with a teasing smile. "He's just seeing me wear these now—it's his first time. I only wore it for you… since it was so embarrassing." She knew these words might sting Eren a bit, but she framed them lightly, like a flirtatious jab.
If I'm going to do this, I should go all in, but make it fun, she rationalized inwardly, her pulse racing with a forbidden thrill, her pussy clenching emptily, aching for more. I can't stop now; it feels too intoxicating, too right in this twisted moment.
Teasing like this… it's making me wetter, making everything burn hotter, but in a playful way that pulls us all in.
"I wanted you to see me like this, Minato—sexy, ready for you. Eren's just… getting the front-row seat to the show."Eren couldn't believe it—his wife had bought those kinds of bra and panties for Minato, something so intimate, so revealing, and she'd never worn them for him.
What else have you done for him that you haven't for me? he screamed silently in his mind, jealousy coiling like a serpent in his chest, squeezing tighter with each teasing word, each admission that felt like a playful slap rather than a wound.
His cock, traitorous as ever, throbbed painfully in his pants, a confusing mix of pain and unwanted excitement surging through him. He watched Minato's hands roam her body, claiming what was once his, and the sting was there, but the light tone made it feel like a game he was reluctantly part of.
"Oh, look at your poor husband, sitting there, hearing all of this—that his wife is wearing these kinds of things for me, but not for him," Minato taunted, his voice dripping with mockery but undercut with a chuckle, making it sound more like banter.
As he squeezed her breast harder, pinching the nipple between his fingers until Mikasa arched into his touch with a soft whimper. The lace provided little barrier, and Eren could see the outline of her arousal, the way her body betrayed her, nipples pebbled and begging.
"Does it hurt, Eren? Knowing she's all dressed up for my eyes, my hands? Maybe you should have asked her to wear something like this sooner—now it's my privilege, but hey, you're welcome to enjoy the view! Tell him, Mikasa—tell your husband how these panties are already soaked because of me, not because of your little date with him. Make it fun—whisper it like a secret."
"He never told me to wear these; otherwise, I would have worn them for him too," Mikasa said, her voice trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her, the dual assault on her breast and ass making her thighs slick with need.
The sensation of having her most sensitive spots squeezed and teased right in front of her husband sent shivers of ecstasy through her veins, her clit throbbing desperately for direct contact.
This is wrong, so fucking wrong, she thought, but the heat building in her core drowned out the guilt, replacing it with a burning hunger. But it feels like fire—every touch, every word igniting me more.
Teasing Eren like this… it's making everything hotter, making me crave Minato even more, but now it's playful, like we're all in on the joke.
"But you commanded it, Minato—and look at me now, dripping wet just from your words. Eren, can you smell it? How turned on I am for him? Join the fun—admit it looks good!"Eren felt a fleeting relief wash through him at her initial words, like a cool balm on his burning wounds, but Minato's taunts and Mikasa's additions twisted it into doubt, the playful teasing making his stomach churn yet oddly pulling him in.
Yeah, she would have worn that for me too—definitely would have if I asked her. I just never did. He consoled himself, clinging to that sliver of hope amid the storm.
Does this mean she's still thinking of me? That there's something left? Or is she just saying it to ease her own conscience while she teases me playfully? But the sight of Minato's hands on her, the way she leaned into it, chipped away at that fragile comfort, his erection straining against his zipper despite the humiliation, the banter making it feel less cruel.
"Ohhh, now you're making me feel jealous," Minato said with a chuckle, his grip on her ass tightening as he pulled her into a deep kiss, but not before adding,
"Jealous that Eren might have missed out on this view? Don't worry, Mikasa—I'll make sure he sees every bit of what he's been denying himself. And you—tell him how much better my hands feel on you than his ever did, but say it with a smile, like it's our inside joke." His lips crashed against hers, demanding, devouring, his tongue invading her mouth with a hunger that left no room for hesitation, tasting her submission, the kiss wet and sloppy but filled with playful nips.
"Mmmmh… mmmh… mmmm," Mikasa moaned into the kiss, the passion overwhelming her senses, her tongue eagerly meeting his in a fervent dance.
She couldn't help but lose herself in it—the taste of him, the dominance, the way his body pressed against hers, his cock grinding teasingly between her thighs.
It's so good, she thought, her mind hazy with lust, fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer.
Like I'm melting, dissolving into him. I want to do this all day and night. Guilt flickered briefly—I'm sorry, Eren, but this is too good, too addictive—before she pulled him deeper, her moans vibrating against his lips.
"Your hands… they feel so much stronger, Minato. Eren, hear that? He's making me forget you ever touched me—but hey, maybe next time you can try!"
"Ohhhh… mmmm… so… good… don't… stop," she murmured between breaths, her moans spilling out as she continued to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip teasingly.
"You kiss so much better… making me forget everything else. Minato, keep going—show Eren how a real man kisses, but make it a lesson he can laugh about later." Her body heated up like a furnace, every nerve ending alive with desire, her hips subtly rocking against him for more friction.
Minato reveled in it, feeling her active participation, her eagerness fueling his own arousal. She's wanting this now, he thought triumphantly, taking part right in front of her husband.
This is exciting—watching him break while she surrenders to me, but keeping it light, playful.Eren's heart trembled as he watched them kiss so passionately, their bodies entwined like lovers lost in each other, Mikasa's words echoing in his mind like barbs, but softened with humor.
Just today, we spent the whole day together, filled with fun and love, he thought, the memory clashing painfully with the present.
But now she's in another man's arms, moaning in his embrace, saying he kisses better, that his hands are stronger—but playfully, like it's not meant to hurt. He could see how lost she was, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
She's loving it—loving it so much more than when we did it. Maybe it's true… I couldn't satisfy her. If I had, she wouldn't need another man, wouldn't tease me like this, even if it's playful.
Jealousy surged through him like poison, his fists clenching as her moans echoed in the room, each one a dagger to his soul.
Yet, his cock hardened further, the humiliation twisting into a dark, unwilling arousal that made him shift uncomfortably, the playfulness confusing him more.
Minato continued to savor the kiss, his dick nestled between her thighs, pressed directly against her wet pussy, which was already leaking through the thin panties, the fabric clinging slickly to her folds, her arousal coating his underwear.
The heat of her need enveloped him, and he ground against her slowly, teasingly, whispering against her lips, "Feel that, Mikasa? My cock's so hard for you—bigger than what you're used to, isn't it? Tell Eren how it feels pressing against your soaked little pussy, how it's making you drip more than he ever could, but say it like a fun fact!"
"Mmmmmh…" he groaned, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both of them, his hips rolling in response, the slick sounds subtle but audible.
Finally, Minato broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see Mikasa's face—flushed, lips swollen and glistening, eyes glazed with need. Her expression screamed that something precious had been taken from her, and she craved it back desperately.
"You want more, don't you?" he teased, his voice low and mocking but with a grin.
"Beg for it in front of him—tell your husband how much you need my kisses, my touch, how I'm the one making your body come alive, but keep it playful, like a game we're all playing." Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms, his muscles flexing under her weight, fingers digging into her thighs possessively.
"Ohhhh!" she exclaimed, surprise mixing with excitement as her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her wet panties pressing directly against his bulge, the heat mingling.Minato threw her onto the bed with a playful force, the mattress dipping under her as she landed with a soft "ahhh."
Her body jiggled enticingly—breasts bouncing in the bra, ass rippling from the impact, the black lace shifting slightly to reveal more skin—the creak of the bed springs filling the room like an erotic prelude.
He paused to admire her, sprawled out in the black lingerie, her skin flushed and inviting, nipples straining against the fabric.
She looks so sexy in black, he thought, his cock straining harder, pre-cum beading at the tip, visible as a wet spot.
I'm going to fuck her all night, but first, more teasing—make her squirm, make Eren watch her beg, but keep the fun going.
"Look at you, spread out like a feast," he said, his eyes raking over her hungrily, but with a wink.
"Eren, doesn't she look delicious? Too bad you're just watching while I get to taste every inch, but think of it as free entertainment! Mikasa, tell him—say how much you want me to devour you, not him, like it's our little adventure."
With that burning desire, he climbed onto the bed, pushing her body beneath his, pinning her with his weight.
"Ummmm… Minato," Mikasa tried to say, but the words dissolved as he pressed his entire body against hers, crushing her in the most delicious way, his chest flattening her breasts, making her gasp at the pressure on her sensitive nipples.
She liked it—the heaviness of him, the way his chest flattened her breasts, his hips grinding into hers with deliberate slowness, his cock nudging her clit. I can feel all of him, she thought, her breath hitching, her nails lightly scratching his back in need.
His heartbeat pounding against mine, the heat of his skin searing me, and oh god—his cock pressing right against my pussy, so thick and hard, teasing me mercilessly.
The pressure was exquisite, teasing her entrance through the barriers of fabric, making her inner walls flutter in anticipation, her juices flowing freely.Minato hovered above her, their eyes locking in a heated gaze, the world narrowing to just them despite Eren's presence.
"Feel how wet you are for me?" he whispered, grinding his hips once, eliciting a moan from her lips.
"Tell him, Mikasa—tell your husband how soaked your pussy is because of my cock, not his, how it's clenching just thinking about me inside you, but make it sound like a playful dare." He leaned down, capturing her lips in another kiss, now in full missionary position.
Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, her arms encircling his back, fingers digging in possessively.
"Mmmmh…" she moaned into his mouth, starting to roll her hips up and down, making his dick slide along her pussy.
The friction was maddening—the head of his cock nudging her clit through the soaked panties, pressing insistently at her entrance, the lace barrier heightening every sensation, the wet sounds growing louder. It feels so good, like he's almost inside me, she thought, her movements growing more frantic, driving him wild with each grind, her arousal coating him further.
They broke the kiss, gasping, eyes locked in a storm of lust.
"I can feel you pressing against the entrance of my pussy," she whispered, her voice husky, teasing, as she continued to roll her hips, the slickness making every motion smoother, more intense, her clit swelling with each pass.
"It's so big… teasing me, making me ache. Eren, can you see how much I need it? How Minato's cock is what my body's craving, not yours? Come on, laugh with us—it's just a game!"Minato stared down at her, her face alight with mischief, teasing him right back. I like this side of her—even more, he thought, desire surging as he chuckled darkly.
"Naughty girl, turning the tables? But you know you'll beg soon enough.Eren, hear that? Your wife's pussy is begging for me—tell me, Mikasa, say it: how much bigger, how much better I feel than him, but say it with a giggle." He began biting her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sucking hard to leave marks, the wet smacks echoing erotically.
The sound of kissing and sucking filled the room as he trailed hickeys down her throat, claiming her with red blooms of possession. "I will cover your whole body with marks left by me," he growled, his voice rough with need, nipping harder, his hands roaming to pinch her sides teasingly.
"Marks that Eren will see tomorrow, reminders that I owned you tonight. Beg for them, Mikasa—tell your husband you want my bites all over you, like it's the best prank ever."
"Ohhhh… yeah, leave them all over me," Mikasa breathed, her head tilting back in surrender, body arching to offer more skin. She had forgotten Eren was in the room momentarily, lost in the haze of pleasure, but Minato's words pulled her back briefly.
Just enjoy this, she told herself, let him mark me, make me his tonight. Teasing Eren with it… god, it's turning me on more, especially when it's playful.
"Mark me so everyone knows, Minato—especially him. Eren, look— these hickeys are from a real man, not you, but think of them as souvenirs!"Eren watched it all unfold, his heart pounding with a mix of rage and arousal.
They're not just fucking like friends with benefits or casual partners, he realized with a sinking dread.
They're acting like a couple—deeply into each other, passionate, loving, and teasing me every step, every word a new wound, but now it's playful, like they're inviting me to join the laugh.
As Mikasa showered Minato with kisses, her lips soft and fervent, Eren clenched his fists until his nails bit into his palms. It should be me doing that to her, making her moan like that. Not him taunting me about it, not her joining in with giggles.
"Ha ha ha," her laughter bubbled up, light and breathless, as Minato continued biting, his mouth moving lower, teasing the tops of her breasts with his teeth.
"Ummmm… keep doing it," she urged, her voice laced with delight.
"Bite harder—show Eren what he's missing, how you make me laugh and moan at the same time, like the best tickle fight ever."Minato had filled her neck with his marks—red blooms of possession—and now he reached her breasts.
He bit down gently through the bra, teeth tugging at the lace and flesh, his tongue flicking over the fabric wetly.
"Mmmmh… be gentle," she said, though her tone begged for more, her hips bucking up against him.
"Or don't—tease me more, Minato. Eren, he's driving me crazy… something you never could, but maybe you can take notes!""Raise your body a little; I want to take off your bra," he commanded, urgency thick in his voice, like he couldn't wait another second to see her bare, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Ohhh… it looks like someone else is begging me now," Mikasa teased, turning his game against him with a sly smile. She clenched her legs even tighter around his waist, locking him in place, and continued rolling her hips up and down, making his dick glide teasingly over her pussy.
The movement was deliberate, sensual—each grind pressing his hardness against her swollen clit, the fabric barrier heightening the tension, her arousal dripping audibly now.
"Feel that, Minato? My pussy's begging for you too—but only if you admit how much you need these tits. Tell Eren how perfect they are, how you've been dreaming of them, sucking them while he watches helplessly, but make it sound like a compliment to us all!" I like this, she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.
Just now, I was begging him; now he's desperate. But honestly, I've surpassed my limits ages ago. I just want him to fuck me senseless. Yet, playing along was worth it, seeing the raw need in his eyes, the way his breath hitched, his cock twitching against her, the teasing dialogue making the air thicker with tension, but now with laughter woven in.
Eren continued to watch all of this, disbelief warring with the ache in his chest. She's saying all those words right in front of me, he thought, the idea that Minato was forcing her fading away completely.
No, this is her free will—she's doing this because she wants to, because she enjoys it more than when we did it.
Teasing me, taunting me… it's like she's choosing him over me, but the playfulness makes it hurt in a different way.
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