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

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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.”

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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.