Tag: masaru/allmight

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Masaru/AllMight;Mitsuki – second part to this – phone sex; cuckolding; dirty talk; extreme insertion – Mitsuki lets AllMight relate to her how he’s fucked her boy alone for the first time.

Mitsuki wriggles in place, tugging at the pillow behind her until she sits comfortably. She looks out at the beautiful skyline outside her hotel room while focused on the phone pressed against her ear.

“He’s been a good boy, I take it?”

AllMight chuckles on the other side, his usually booming voice kept carefully low.

“Of course he has. He’s been so nervous, though…”

Mitsuki smiles fondly. Oh, she knows. She thought he would start crying like a child when she told him she wanted him to have a good weekend with AllMight while she was gone visiting her sister.

“He’s sleeping now,” AllMight murmurs. She can just picture it: Masaru all tuckered out, snuggled against AllMight’s side; head pillowed on the broad, muscular chest.

“Tell me all about it.” Her hand slides down, fingertips slipping into her panties; just stroking the silky mound of her pubic bone for the moment while she listens to AllMight’s deep voice chuckle into her ear before he obliges her.

.o.

Masaru is so deathly nervous. He hasn’t looked AllMight in the eye since opening his door for him, hands traveling towards each other again and again before he jerks them back at his sides and rubbing the wet palms against his pants.

“Young Bakugo. He is in the dormitories, yes?” AllMight murmurs as he steps closer, gently crowding Masaru against the wall next to the bed. Masaru swallows hard. He turns his head to the side as AllMight steps right into his personal space. He nods nervously. AllMight can smell the sharp, near gasoline-like scent of Masaru’s Quirk activating against his will.

“That is good,” he murmurs, big hand lifting, touching the man’s jaw to tip his head up. “I wouldn’t want him bear witness to his father crying on his idol’s cock…”

Masaru looks taken aback, going pale for a second before all the color rushes back in and with a vengeance. He starts stuttering, but AllMight cuts him off, leaning down and kissing him slow and leisurely.

Masaru seems to regain his equilibrium somewhat after that. When AllMight sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning him closer, he easily falls to his knees between his thick thighs, waiting patiently as AllMight slowly pulls out his cock.

He dutifully looks at it; how big it is even in AllMight’s already large palm. How it is closer to the girth of Masaru’s own wrist.

A monster of a cock that he’s only ever taken when his wife was there to oversee it; talking him through it; gently, teasingly belittling him for how hot he is for AllMight and his sheer and overpowering *manliness*.

He seems to realize that, too, all of a sudden; that Mitsuki is not here to direct him; to hurt him by pulling at his hear or slapping his cheek to keep him from focusing on the insane stretch too much – and all of a sudden he becomes shy again. A bit frightened.

AllMight can see it in the flinch of his eyes even as he lets himself get pulled closer, kissing at the salty, wide tip. Lapping at it a bit clumsily because he still needs a lot of training pleasuring a man.

.o.

“I had to bully him into it,” AllMight murmurs on the other side of the phone and Mitsuki bites her lip, arches against her fingers sliding silkily round and round her clit.

“Was he that afraid?”

“He’s a good boy… but he’s frightened without his Mistress to guide him. He took it so well, though; cried himself out while he stretched him on my dick.”

Mitsuki lets her head fall against the wall behind her with a low groan, fingers sliding down and into her; fucking herself as she thinks about the immense stretch AllMight’s frankly ridiculous cock could give her.

“He always looks so shocked when you slide in,” she whines, “Always thinks he’s going to rip clean in two. Poor boy never took a big warm cock like yours before. I think he’d be so disappointed if I brought anybody else to play; no matter how much fuss he’s making now…”

AllMight chuckles again. It’s more than a purr now that he’s consciously keeping down; trying not to awaken Masaru after he’s been fucked delirious by him.

She can hear rustling on the other end, then the low, tired groan of her toy. She clenches her thighs.

“What are you-”

“He’s still so open and wet,” AllMight rumbles into her ear and her brain stalls as she thinks about how he must have pushed a couple fingers into her sleeping husband – just… just casually hooked them into his fucked out, sloppy hole.

.o.

“Take note how I do it, my friend,” AllMight laughs above him as he has one huge hand in the back of Masaru’s neck, holding him down as if the docile man could do anything other than just lying there and taking it like a good whore. He’s still whimpering; still so scared about that immense, mind-boggling stretch.

“This is how you are supposed to pleasure your wife! She has needs too, you know!” He leans down, easily ranging above Masaru, his widely smiling mouth next to his ear as he murmurs intimately: “I can show you. Even a cock like yours can satisfy a lady. You just need to learn to use it properly.”

His hips are pumping slow and measured. He can’t drill into Masaru like he can into his wife: Masaru is delicate in that way. He craves the degradation but also the intimacy. He likes making love even when that feels like AllMight is going to fuck straight through his belly.

“Maybe next time you’ll be allowed to enter her. It’s been a while since the last time, hasn’t it? Years, maybe? She is a kind lady, isn’t she? Let you rabbit hump her so many years ago; put Young Bakugo in her belly. And what a fine young man he is. You did very well, then, didn’t you? It is proof that you are not hopeless. Quite the contrary…”

He is running his mouth while Masaru lets him, listening with a bright red ear, his eyes glassy and mouth open; drooling into the bedding as he gets fucked by the Symbol of Peace.

.o.

Mitsuki listens. She has abandoned jerking off in favor of taking all of it in. She wishes there were cameras in her bedroom. That she would have been able to witness her husband’s total submission in front of the more virile, more *manly* AllMight.

God, but she loves her boy. Perfect, perfect Masaru.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Mitsuki/Masaru/AllMight – Mitsuki cucking her husband with the no. 1 hero 🙂 part 1 >:3c

Mitsuki is sitting next to Masaru as he dials the number, watching his fingers shake. No matter how often she makes him do it, he is still nervous, still throws her little side-glances that he hopes are hidden by his glasses.

Her arm is stretched out leisurely on the back of the couch, her hand sliding to grip the back of his neck to steady him.

He puts the conversation on speaker as soon as he hears the connection being established, cradling the phone in his hands. Mitsuki can feel his neck growing hotter beneath her palm and she squeezes, listening to the deep breaths that come through the speaker and Masaru’s little nervous pants.

Mitsuki smirks and rolls her eyes. Her boys are both ridiculously useless, but quite adorable.

When nothing happens for a while except the nerds breathing heavily into the phone, she jostles Masaru with the grip she has on him. That startles him out of his stupor.

“I-I-I… ah… would… would you… please come over?”

Masaru is hanging his head, shoulders drawing up to his ears in an effort to hide himself from Mitsuki’s burning gaze.

“Yeah?” comes finally the deep voice on the other end of the call, sounding rough and delicious. “Should I come over? Do you need me?”

Mitsuki smirks and gently digs her nails into Masaru’s neck.

“Tell him. Go on.”

She knows AllMight can hear her. Knows he gets off on the knowledge that she routinely makes her husband call him. Masaru, as always, is shy and nervous. He still can barely get the words out without stuttering, his flush now up to his ears.

“W-would you please come and… and pleasure my… my wife,” he veritably whispers, and then, after a deep gulp of air, kneading the bottom of his shirt in his hands: “I… I am… I am unable to…” He glances at Mitsuki who makes a show out of pulling her skirt up and spreading her cunt with two fingers, looking at him with something like pity. Look what you can’t have?

He gulps and the words rush out as if he’s ripping off a bandaid. “I can’t satisfy my wife with my useless dick. Please, AllMight. C-Come and… Come and fuck my wife for me with your superior cock.”

.o.

AllMight in person is not as awkward as AllMight on the phone. Mitsuki stares at Masaru as AllMight fills her from behind, his fat cock spreading her cunt open in a way that makes her toes curl and her eyes nearly roll upward into her head.

He’s long and thick, dragging along her walls and pressing into all those delicious little places that for some reason only AllMight seems to be able to reach and satisfy.

“You did good calling on me, my friend,” he booms behind her, and Mitsuki quivers excitedly because she can feel his fucking voice vibrate through his cock and into her belly. Goddamn. “She’s so tense! She needed a good fucking! There is no shame in not being able to provide with your own body! you know how to call on a friend to help your shortcomings out!”

Mitsuki hides her grin against her arm. AllMight manages to be nice even when shit talking, and his particular brand of dirty talk is absolutely perfect for her shy, sensitive Masaru who is sitting there, hands clutched in his lap and watching with hot, earnest attention.

Mitsuki leans down, ass up, arching it against AllMight, body jerking when the No.1 hero’s big, meaty palm comes down on her ass in a sharp slap that is probably meant to be gentle but a little too enthusiastic to actually pull through. She groans happily, rubbing her cheek against the comforter with delirious delight.

She loves how rough AllMight becomes in his enthusiasm. How he grabs her and hoists her around like she’s a little doll, fucking her on his cock with ease.

“Yes,” she hisses aggressively when he drives back in, her hand jerking backwards, fingernails digging into his sharp hipbone. “Fuck me! God… Goddamnit… give me your cock…”

He does, ranging over her, so huge, body curled like a beast above her back, slamming into her in a pace that makes the heat generated by the friction unbearable. Makes her feel like her cunt is about to melt, quivering and helpless, body pulling together in an orgasm that makes her teeth clack together.

He fucks her through it, ruthless and quick, his voice booming happily: “She’s come on my cock, my friend! Must have been a while for her, she’s been very easy for it! When have you let her come the last time?!”

Masaru is quiet, pulling up his shoulders, cheeks a fierce red. His pants are tented obscenely, his cock straining against the restrictive material. AllMight does not seem to take offense in his silence, he just keeps working, one huge arm looping beneath Mitsuki so he can drag his fat fingers against her swollen clit. He doesn’t let her come down from her high, just keeps stoking the flames through her over-sensitivity.

Mitsuki is sobbing, biting at the comforter, drooling into it as she’s forced quick and hard towards another orgasm. She just about manages to look at her husband, sitting there so obediently, watching his wife take it so well from the No. 1 hero.

And, as so often, his eyes are not actually on her, but on AllMight. Watching him fuck her; his mouth soft and open, eyes huge and glassy with the flush of a teenage girl crushing hard on his cheeks.

Mitsuki damn near purrs.