The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the bedroom. Mikasa stirred, her body nestled in the cocoon of Minato's strong arms.
Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she simply lay there, savoring the warmth of his skin against hers.
The memories of last night flooded back—Minato's relentless passion, the way he'd claimed her body with a hunger that left her breathless. Her core still tingled with the aftershocks of pleasure, a delicious ache that reminded her of every thrust, every moan, every moment she'd surrendered to him in front of Eren's watchful eyes.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze settling on Minato's sleeping face. His chiseled jawline, the faint stubble dusting his cheeks, and those sharp, handsome features made her heart skip.
He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair, a man who could unravel her with a single look. Mikasa bit her lip, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest as she recalled the way he'd fucked her senseless, her body trembling under his touch while Eren watched, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and jealousy.
A soft groan escaped Minato's lips as he stirred, his eyes opening to meet hers. A mischievous smirk curled his lips, and before Mikasa could react, his hand slid down her bare back, fingers grazing the curve of her ass.
"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.
"M-Minato," Mikasa stammered, her cheeks flushing as his fingers teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Stop teasing me so early."
"Oh?" His smirk widened, his hand slipping beneath the sheets to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened under his touch. "Your mouth says stop, but your body's begging for more." He pinched her nipple lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
"Nnngh… you're impossible," Mikasa whined, but her body betrayed her words, arching into his touch. Her thighs pressed together, a familiar heat pooling between her legs as Minato's fingers continued their torturous exploration.
"Impossible, huh?" Minato chuckled, his voice dripping with confidence. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath him as his lips found her neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin. "Let's see how much you really hate this."
Mikasa moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth trailed lower, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone. "Ohh… Minato, please…" Her voice was breathy, laced with need, her resolve crumbling under his skilled touch.
"Please what?" he teased, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mikasa's back arched, a loud moan escaping her as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Fuck, you're so sensitive," Minato growled, his hand sliding between her thighs to find her already wet. "Look at you, dripping for me already."
"Mmm… oh god, Minato!" Mikasa cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he added a second finger, pumping them slowly, deliberately, while his thumb circled her clit.
"You like that, don't you?" Minato's voice was a low rumble, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her writhe beneath him. "Say it, Mikasa. Tell me how much you want me."
"I… I want you," she gasped, her nails digging into his back as her body trembled. "Please, Minato, don't stop… ohhh!"
He didn't. His fingers moved faster, his mouth returning to her breasts, sucking and biting until she was a moaning, quivering mess.
Her climax hit her hard, her walls clenching around his fingers as she cried out his name, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.
But Minato wasn't done. With a wicked grin, he scooped her up in his arms, her legs still trembling as he carried her to the bathroom. "Time for a bath," he said, his tone promising more than just cleaning up.
The bathroom was warm, the air thick with steam as Minato set her down on the edge of the tub. He turned on the water, letting it fill the large, luxurious bath, but his eyes never left her.
Mikasa's skin flushed under his gaze, her black bra and tight shorts doing little to hide her curves. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet the heat in his eyes made her feel desired in a way that set her pulse racing.
"Take those off," Minato commanded, his voice firm but laced with hunger. Mikasa hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, peeling off her shorts and bra, leaving her bare before him.
His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the marks he'd left last night—red and purple love bites on her neck, her cleavage, her thighs.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he said, stepping closer to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Get in the tub."
Mikasa slid into the warm water, her body relaxing as the heat enveloped her. Minato stripped off his own clothes, his toned body a sight that made her mouth water, and joined her in the tub. The water sloshed around them as he pulled her close, her back pressed against his chest, his erection hot and hard against her lower back.
"Minato…" she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation as his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently.
"Shh," he murmured against her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive spot behind it. "Let me take care of you."
His hands slid down her body, parting her thighs under the water. Mikasa moaned as his fingers found her clit again, rubbing slow, torturous circles that had her squirming against him.
"Ohh… fuck, Minato, that feels so good," she whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"You're so fucking responsive," he growled, his free hand guiding her to turn around.
"I want to feel you."Mikasa straddled him, the water lapping around their bodies as she positioned herself above his cock. She teased him for a moment, rubbing her slick folds against his tip, drawing a low groan from him.
"Mikasa, don't make me wait," he warned, his hands gripping her hips.
With a sultry smile, she sank down onto him, moaning loudly as he filled her completely. "Ohhh… Minato, you're so big," she gasped, her hands braced against his chest as she began to move, rocking her hips slowly at first, then faster, the water splashing around them.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Minato groaned, his hands guiding her movements, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their pleasure—her moans, his grunts, the rhythmic slap of water against the tub.
Mikasa's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Minato… oh god, I'm gonna… I'm gonna come!" she cried, her nails raking down his chest as her climax built.
"Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. That was all it took. Mikasa's body tensed, her walls clenching around him as she came with a scream, her body shuddering in his arms.
Minato followed soon after, his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust up hard, spilling inside her with a low, guttural moan. They stayed like that for a moment, panting, their bodies pressed together in the warm water.
Eventually, they cleaned up, their touches lingering, teasing, as they stepped out of the tub. Mikasa slipped back into her tight shorts and black bra, her skin still flushed from their encounter. Minato's eyes lingered on her, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he dressed.
They emerged from the bedroom to find Eren in the kitchen, the scent of bacon and eggs filling the air. He glanced up, his eyes darkening as he took in Mikasa's scantily clad form, the marks on her neck and cleavage impossible to miss.
Jealousy flared in his chest, but he forced himself to focus on the food, his hands gripping the spatula a little too tightly.
"Good morning, Eren," Mikasa said softly, her voice warm as she approached him. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, her arms wrapping around him in a brief hug. Eren's heart raced, but before he could respond, Minato's voice cut through the moment.
"Mikasa, come here," he called, his tone possessive. Mikasa glanced back at him, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she obeyed, settling onto his lap at the kitchen table.
She wiggled her hips slightly,
grinding her ass against him as he sipped his coffee, his hand resting possessively on her thigh.
Eren's jaw clenched as he watched, the sight of Mikasa so comfortable, so intimate with Minato, igniting a fire in his chest. She was radiant, her beauty amplified by the glow of satisfaction that clung to her.
The marks on her skin, the way her body moved with a new confidence—it was as if Minato had unlocked something in her, a sensuality that Eren couldn't ignore.
He set their plates down, his movements stiff as he joined them at the table. Mikasa ate her breakfast, still perched on Minato's lap, her movements slow and deliberate as she savored each bite.
Every so often, she'd shift, her ass pressing against Minato, drawing a low chuckle from him. Eren's eyes flicked between them, his food untouched as jealousy gnawed at him.
The meal passed in relative silence, the tension thick in the air. When they finished, Minato stood, pulling Mikasa with him. "Time for me to head out," he said, his hand sliding to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
Mikasa giggled, leaning into him. "Have a good day," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with affection.
Minato's response was a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass and pulling her flush against him.
Mikasa moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as they made out, oblivious to Eren's presence. The kiss lasted a full minute, their bodies pressed together, the air charged with their chemistry.
Finally, Minato pulled back, a smug grin on his face as he gave her ass one last playful smack. "See you later, baby," he said, winking before heading out the door.
Mikasa stood there, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the kiss. She turned to Eren, her eyes soft but unreadable, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of what had happened, of what Eren had witnessed, hung heavy between them.
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