The living room glowed softly with the late morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the hardwood floor. Eren Yeager sat on the plush sofa, his ninja uniform still carrying the faint dust of his recent mission, the dark fabric clinging to his battle-scarred frame.
Mikasa Ackerman straddled his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips, her body pressed close in an intimate embrace. She wore only her provocative black lace bra and panties, the skimpy outfit accentuating her toned curves and the fresh hickeys dotting her skin—marks of her earlier passion with Minato.
Her arms wrapped tightly around Eren's neck, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns along his back, feeling the tension knotted in his muscles from days of relentless battles. Eren's hands mirrored hers, resting possessively on the small of her back, just above the curve of her ass, pulling her into a tight hug that spoke of longing and reunion.
He's here, really here, Mikasa thought, her heart swelling with a love so intense it nearly overwhelmed her. Every day you were gone, I was haunted by worry—, ambushes, the fear you might not come back. Now, feeling your warmth, your heartbeat against me, I'm whole again.
But there's this shadow… what I did with Minato, letting him take me in our bed, our shower, leaving these marks. I need to tell you, but your eyes are so tired. My Eren, my everything—how do I balance this love with the thrill I found in his touch? Her fingers tightened, nails grazing his skin through the uniform, anchoring herself in his presence. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, her lips lingering as she inhaled his familiar scent—earth, sweat, and a hint of the wild.
Eren's green eyes softened, his exhaustion evident but overshadowed by the comfort of her closeness. "How was your mission?" Mikasa asked, her voice a tender murmur, barely above a whisper, as she nestled closer, her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin lace, the contact sending a subtle spark through them both.
"Just like always—troublesome," Eren replied with a faint, weary smirk, his tone carrying the weight of fatigue but warmed by her presence. His hands slid up her back, fingers splaying across her sweat-dampened skin, uncaring of the hickeys or the provocative outfit. His focus was solely on her, on the moment they shared, as if the world's chaos couldn't touch them here.
Mikasa lifted her head from his chest, meeting his gaze. His eyes were heavy with weariness, the lines of his face etched deeper from the mission's toll. He needs rest, not my confessions right now, she thought, a surge of protectiveness mixing with her love. But we'll talk—about Minato, about everything.
I want to share it all with you, to keep us open. Instead of words, she leaned in, brushing light kisses across his lips—soft, teasing pecks that deepened into a slow, sensual rhythm. She trailed kisses to his cheeks, her lips lingering, then pulled him into a deeper kiss, her tongue teasing his, drawing a low hum from him as their mouths melded in a passionate, loving dance. I love you so much, she thought, her heart racing. Every kiss feels like a promise, a reminder that you're my home.
Eren broke the kiss gently, his breath warm against her lips. "I need to tell you something," he said, his voice hesitant, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes that made her heart ache with tenderness.
"Me too," Mikasa replied, her tone matching his, a mix of anticipation and warmth. She shifted on his lap, her hips rolling subtly in a slow, sensual grind—a lap dance that was both affectionate and provocative, pressing her lace-clad ass against his growing erection.
I want to ease him into this, to make him feel safe, she thought, her emotions a tangle of love and desire. My movements, this closeness—it's for you, to show you we're still us, no matter what we confess.
Eren's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she swayed, the friction stirring heat between them. His eyes held a flicker of guilt, and he took a breath before blurting out, "I actually fucked a woman on my mission."
Mikasa froze for a heartbeat, her eyes widening. The admission surprised her, despite their prior agreement. Months ago, she'd given him permission to sleep with others, citing her own high stamina and occasional dalliances to cope with his absences.
Eren had rejected the idea then, insisting he didn't share her boundless energy and needed only her. He did it? she thought, her mind racing. Eren, who swore I was enough. I should feel a pang of hurt, but… that guilty look in his eyes, so honest, so open. It makes me love him more.
I feel relieved, knowing he found release out there—it eases my own guilt about Minato. She resumed her lap dance, grinding harder now, her hips circling with deliberate sensuality, making him groan softly.
"I'm sorry," Eren said, his voice low, eyes searching hers for any hint of pain.
Mikasa smiled softly, her heart swelling at his remorse. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You don't need to say sorry." Her hands slid down his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles through the uniform, her touch both comforting and teasing. "I already told you that you can fuck other women." She intensified her movements, her ass grinding against his now-obvious erection, the lace of her panties sliding against his pants.
He's so earnest, so worried about me, she thought, her emotions a blend of adoration and arousal. His honesty makes me feel cherished, understood. I want to please him, to show him it's okay.
"I know, but I still feel guilty," Eren admitted, his hands gripping her hips tighter, encouraging her sensual dance as his breath hitched. His fingers dug into her skin, brushing the edge of her panties where Minato's marks lingered, but he didn't comment, his focus locked on her face.
Mikasa leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she continued her slow, provocative grind. "You don't have to feel guilty at all," she murmured, her voice sultry yet sincere. "You're back, and I'm so happy for that. I'm glad you could pleasure yourself, relieve some tension on your mission. It doesn't bother me—honestly, it makes me happy you found a way to cope." I mean every word, she thought, her heart lightening. Knowing he let go out there, even just once, makes me feel closer to him. We're human, we have needs, and our love is strong enough to embrace this. I feel liberated, sharing this openness with you.
Eren didn't respond immediately, instead resting his forehead against her chest, nuzzling between her breasts, the lace scratching softly against his skin. The intimate gesture drew a soft moan from Mikasa, her heart fluttering with happiness.
You're so adorable like this, seeking me out, she thought, her fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging gently. I feel so much joy right now, holding you, moving for you. This is us—raw, real, and unjudged. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her hips still swaying, keeping the sensual rhythm alive.
"In fact," she continued, her voice turning playful and sultry as she intensified her lap dance, grinding harder, her movements deliberate and teasing, "I'd love to see you fucking another woman, sitting in the corner, watching you both be intimate. It'd be… exciting." Her words were bold, meant to push their openness further and ease his guilt, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
Eren chuckled, a low, surprised sound, his lips brushing the swell of her breast. "You're sure kinky," he teased, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing through the lace as she moved, the friction making him groan. She's incredible, he thought silently, his mind a mix of relief and arousal. Her acceptance, her openness—it makes me feel safe, loved. I was terrified she'd be upset, but she's turning this into something… hot.
Mikasa's hands roamed his shoulders, nails scraping lightly as she continued her sensual dance, her hips circling with deliberate slowness. Eren's hands responded, trailing up her sides, thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts before settling back on her waist, pulling her closer. The air between them crackled with intimacy, their touches reigniting their deep connection. She leaned in, kissing his neck softly, her lips trailing up to his ear. "I love you, Eren," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her movements never faltering.
"I love you too," he murmured back, his hands sliding up to cup her face, pulling her into another deep kiss. Their tongues danced, the kiss a blend of passion and tenderness, as if sealing their confessions with love. Mikasa's heart soared, her emotions a whirlwind of adoration and relief. This is everything, she thought. Your love, your acceptance—it makes me feel whole. I was so worried about us, but this moment proves we're stronger than ever.
"Oh, and what's up with that Hokage?" Eren asked suddenly, pulling back slightly, his tone curious but playful, a spark in his eyes as he guided her hips, encouraging her dance.
Mikasa's movements paused for a fraction of a second, her breath catching. Here it is, she thought, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. I need to be honest, just like you were. You deserve to know, and I trust you to understand. She resumed her grind, slower now, using the motion to steady herself. "Well, I'll be becoming his secretary," she began, her voice steady but laced with a sensual undertone. "Tsunade-sama recommended me for the job, and thanks to her, we'll be financially secure this year. The salary's generous. But… one condition is that I… satisfy him whenever he wants. That's why he was here today. I know I promised not to bring men I'm intimate with into our home, but as Hokage, he couldn't go to a hotel, so I had to bring him here."
Eren's expression remained calm, his eyebrows lifting slightly, a mix of curiosity and amusement in his eyes. "I see," he said simply, his hands still guiding her hips, his fingers brushing the lace of her panties. "He must've done a number on you, huh?" His tone was teasing, not accusatory, and it sent a thrill through her.
Mikasa laughed softly, her cheeks flushing as she leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. "Yeah, he did. He was… really good at it," she admitted, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, her hips grinding harder for emphasis. Telling you this feels exhilarating, she thought. I was so nervous, but your reaction—it's freeing. I feel desired, not judged, and it makes me want you even more right now.
"Oh really? Tell me more," Eren urged, his voice low, a spark of intrigue in his eyes as he pulled her closer, encouraging her movements, his hands roaming her thighs.
She recounted the morning's events in vivid detail—the shower, the breakfast table, Minato's relentless passion—her words laced with a teasing sensuality that made Eren's grip tighten. When she finished, he let out a low whistle, his smile genuine. "Should I be surprised, or just proud that my wife can pull a man like the Hokage?" he teased, his eyes warm with affection.
Mikasa laughed, a bright, relieved sound, her worries dissolving. You're perfect, she thought, her heart swelling. I was so scared you'd be upset, but you're embracing it, making it part of us. I feel so loved, so understood. She leaned down, kissing him deeply, her hips still moving in a slow, seductive rhythm. "I'm just glad you're here," she murmured against his lips, her hands cupping his face. "You make everything right."
Eren's arms tightened around her, pulling her into another tight embrace, their bodies pressed close as they shared soft, loving kisses. "You're my everything," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as they lost themselves in each other, the world fading away in the warmth of their love
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