The morning rays filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. They illuminated the tangled sheets and the two naked bodies intertwined on the bed—Mikasa Ackerman and Minato Namikaze.
Their skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat from the night before, a testament to the passionate hours they had spent lost in each other. Mikasa's long, dark hair splayed across the pillow like a raven's wing, her toned, athletic body pressed flush against Minato's muscular frame. His arm draped possessively over her waist, holding her close as if she were a treasure he refused to let go.
Mikasa's eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light. She felt the steady rise and fall of Minato's chest against her back, his warmth enveloping her like a comforting blanket. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind—the way he had claimed her body right here on this bed, the very same one she had shared with Eren for so many intimate moments.
Guilt flickered briefly in her chest, a sharp pang as she thought of Eren's face, his intense green eyes, and the promises they had whispered under these same sheets. How could she have forgotten him so completely? Last night, Eren hadn't crossed her mind once as Minato's skilled hands and relentless thrusts drove her to ecstasy. She had screamed Minato's name, not Eren's, her body betraying her heart without remorse.
But those guilty thoughts evaporated like mist in the sun as Minato stirred behind her. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer, her firm ass pressing against his hardening cock. She could feel it twitch against her skin, already eager for more. "How was last night?" he murmured, his voice husky with sleep, his breath hot against her ear. He nuzzled into her neck, planting a soft kiss there that sent shivers down her spine.
Mikasa's cheeks flushed a deep pink as she buried her face in his chest, inhaling his musky scent—a mix of sweat, sex, and something uniquely him that made her core ache with renewed desire. "It was good," she whispered shyly, her voice barely audible.
"Only good?" Minato teased, his lips curling into a playful smirk. In one fluid motion, he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. Now she lay on her back, her full, perky breasts pressing against his chiseled chest, her nipples hardening from the friction.
His half-erect cock nestled between her thighs, right against her slick pussy lips, which were still sensitive and swollen from their marathon session the night before. The contact made her gasp softly, her body instinctively arching toward him. "Looks like I need to do better," he growled, his blue eyes darkening with lust as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one strong hand.
Mikasa's heart raced, her breath coming in shallow pants. Oh god, he's so dominant, she thought, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. Eren was passionate, but Minato… he knows exactly how to make me lose control.
I shouldn't want this so badly, but I do. I crave it. She bit her lip, her gray eyes locking onto his as he positioned himself. His free hand trailed down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before gripping her thigh and spreading her legs wider. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly aroused.
Minato leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance that left her moaning into him. "Mmm, Minato…" she whimpered as he broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, sucking on her pulse point until a purple mark bloomed on her pale skin. He moved lower, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. Mikasa arched her back, a loud moan escaping her lips. "Ahh! Yes, right there!"
His cock, now fully erect and throbbing, pressed insistently against her entrance. It was thick and long, veined and pulsing with need, the head already leaking pre-cum that smeared against her wet folds. Minato released her wrists but she kept them above her head, submitting to him completely.
He aligned himself, the tip of his cock teasing her clit in slow circles, making her hips buck involuntarily. "You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "You want this, don't you, Mikasa? My cock filling you up again."
"Yes, please," she begged, her voice husky with desire. I love how he teases me, her mind raced. It's torture, but the best kind. Eren never made me feel this alive, this wanted. Minato's cock is so much bigger, so perfect—it stretches me in ways I didn't know I needed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
With a deep groan, Minato thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one powerful stroke. Her pussy clenched around him immediately, the tight, velvety walls gripping his shaft like a vice. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, pulling back almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Mikasa cried out, her nails digging into the sheets. "Ahhh! Minato! Harder!"
He set a relentless pace, his hips pistoning into her with raw intensity. Each thrust penetrated deeper, the head of his cock hitting her cervix with every plunge, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body. Her breasts bounced with the force of his movements, and he leaned down to capture one in his mouth again, sucking and biting as he fucked her senseless.
Mikasa's moans grew louder, more desperate—"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Minato! Your cock feels so good inside me!" Her internal thoughts swirled in a haze of lust: This is heaven. Every thrust fills me completely, stretching my pussy around him. I can feel every vein, every ridge sliding in and out. Why does it have to feel this amazing? I'm addicted to him now.
Minato's hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in firm circles. The added stimulation made her vision blur, her body trembling as an orgasm built rapidly. "Come for me, Mikasa," he commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. She shattered around him, her pussy convulsing in waves of ecstasy. "Aaaah! Minato! I'm cumming!" she screamed, her juices squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
He followed soon after, burying himself deep and flooding her with his hot cum, rope after rope painting her insides. "Fuck, yes!" he roared, collapsing on top of her, both of them panting heavily. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, his softening cock still inside her, twitching occasionally.
After catching their breath, Minato pulled out with a wet pop, a string of their combined fluids connecting them briefly. He grinned down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Shower?" he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Mikasa nodded, a shy smile on her lips despite the ache between her legs. I should feel guilty, but all I want is more of him, she thought as he helped her up. They stumbled to the bathroom, her legs wobbly from the intense fucking. The shower was spacious, with warm water cascading from the overhead rain showerhead as Minato turned it on. Steam filled the air, creating a sensual haze.
They stepped under the spray together, the water soothing their sore muscles. Minato pulled her against him, his hands roaming her slick body—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until they hardened again. Mikasa moaned softly, pressing her ass back against his re-hardening cock. "Mmm, you can't get enough, can you?" he teased, soaping up his hands and running them over her curves.
No, I can't, she admitted silently, turning to face him. Water streamed down her face, making her look even more alluring. She dropped to her knees, the tile cool against her skin, and took his cock in her hands. It was semi-erect, but under her touch, it sprang to full attention. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, her voice sultry.
Mikasa pressed her large, firm breasts together, enveloping his thick shaft between them. The soapy water made everything slippery and sensual as she began to move, sliding her tits up and down his length. Minato groaned, his hands threading through her wet hair. "Shit, Mikasa, your tits feel incredible." She looked up at him through her lashes, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock each time it emerged from her cleavage. The sensation was exquisite—the soft, pillowy flesh hugging him tightly, her nipples grazing his skin.
God, I love how he looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world, she thought, her pussy throbbing with need again. Sucking him off with my breasts… it's so dirty, so hot.
Eren never asked for this, but with Minato, I want to give him everything. She increased her pace, her moans vibrating against his cock as she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it while her breasts continued their rhythmic massage.
Minato's hips bucked, fucking her tits with growing urgency. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," he warned, but she didn't stop. Instead, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she deep-throated him between strokes.
With a guttural moan, he exploded, his cum shooting across her breasts and into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, the rest mixing with the shower water and running down her body in erotic rivulets.
But Minato wasn't done. He pulled her up, spinning her around to face the shower wall. "My turn," he growled, kicking her legs apart. His cock, still hard despite the release, pressed against her ass. Mikasa braced herself against the tiles, water pounding on her back as he entered her from behind in one swift thrust. "Ahhh! Minato!" she cried, her pussy welcoming him like home.
He fucked her hard against the wall, the wet slaps of their bodies mingling with the sound of the shower. Each penetration was deep and deliberate, his cock angling to hit her G-spot with precision. Mikasa's moans echoed off the walls—"Yes! Deeper! Fuck my pussy harder!" Her hands slipped on the slick surface, but he held her steady, one arm around her waist while the other teased her clit.
This is pure bliss, her mind screamed amid the pleasure. His cock owns me now. Every thrust sends sparks through my body—I can feel him throbbing inside, stretching me wide. I don't care about anything else; I just want him to fuck me forever. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again! Minatooo!"
He pounded into her a few more times before pulling out and cumming on her ass, the hot spurts mixing with the water. They slumped together under the spray, exhausted but satisfied, sharing lazy kisses as the steam enveloped them.
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