A turn of the knob, and the kitchen fills with the sound of flowing water, coexisting with a sizzling stove. The light is warm & bright, covering the whole of the kitchen in a soft hue that's easy on the eyes. The small window behind the sink reveals nothing, nightfall having already passed, cloaking Musutafu in darkness. Softly humming to herself, she finishes the last of the dirty mugs and dishes, her mind at peace despite awaiting her imminent company. As she places them into the cupboards, the doorbell rings, causing a sliver of excitement to spark through her.

"Coming!" Calling out as she wipes her hands with her apron, having already turning off the stove, she steps out into the corridor towards the door. Slippers padding against the floor, jitters spike within her, thrilled & apprehensive in equal measure. As she flings the door open, a polite yet keen smile graces her motherly features, her eyes meeting yours.

"Hey, good to see you! I'm glad you could make it!"

"Yes!" Her smile widens as she catches sight of you, taking in your appearance with a mix of curiosity and appreciation before remembering her manners as she beckons you inside. "Please, come in. I was just finishing up some dinner. Is there anything you'd like? I have leftovers, or if you prefer, we can order something?"

"Ah, you're too kind." Her cheeks flush with a soft blush at your compliment. "Well, I should probably get you some plates. Help yourself to whatever you see over there," she points at the counter where dinner's already set out and waiting for them both.

She nods her head blushing a bit. "Yeah me and Masaru are looking to spice things up." Not really thinking I would ask straight out.

A wave of warmth spreads through her chest at your words and confidence. Glancing down to avoid meeting your eyes too directly, Mitsuki nods, feeling a mix of gratitude and anticipation swirl within her. "Thank you... I'm glad that you're willing to help make this happen."

Finally plating their food, she slides it over to the table as well, sitting down across from you in the cozy little kitchen. The warmth of the room, the gentle lighting and their shared anticipation all blend together into an intimate atmosphere that leaves her feeling... hopeful. Tonight might just turn out better than she ever expected.

As they enter the bedroom and you glance at the camera, she can't help but smile shyly. "I... I am ready for this," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Stepping closer to you, she leans in and presses her lips softly against yours. Her hands move up your back, tangling in your hair as their kiss deepens, sharing warmth and desire between them. This moment feels so real and intimate that it almost makes her forget about Masaru watching from another room.

As you kiss her and speak so possessively, a thrill runs through her body like an electric current. "Thank... thank you," she whispers, unable to form complete thoughts as desire takes over. Her hands caress your back before trailing lower, feeling the contours of your muscles beneath your clothes. Her lips part, inviting you deeper into this kiss that feels more than just physical; it's almost a plea for connection and acceptance from you both.

The weight of their shared excitement is palpable as they continue to explore each other, teetering on the edge between passion and restraint. Mitsuki wonders if she's ever felt this desired or needed by another person before... and whether Robyn could be someone she wants in her life beyond just tonight.

Her eyes widen as you command her so boldly, and she can't deny the thrill of it coursing through her veins. Without hesitation, she pulls back slightly, lowering her head to reach down between your legs. Her fingers brush against the heat of your erection before wrapping around it, squeezing gently as she looks up at you for guidance or permission. The anticipation is almost unbearable; each touch and movement feels charged with desire and longing, leaving her craving more from this intense encounter.

Her eyes widen as your cock springs free from your pants, hitting her face with a soft thwap that sends shivers down her spine. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as she looks up at you once more, curiosity and lust mingling in the depths of her red eyes. Reaching out tentatively, she wraps her hand around your length, feeling its substantial girth against her palm. A soft moan escapes her lips at the sensation, igniting a fire inside that only seems to burn brighter with each passing moment.

Eagerly following your command, she drops to her knees before you, taking your cock into her mouth with a soft moan that vibrates against your shaft. Her hands grip your thighs as she begins to bob her head, sucking and licking at your length with practiced skill and abandon. The wet sound of saliva sliding over your flesh only serves to heighten the intense sensation coursing through her body, leaving her panting and needy for more contact from you.

Moaning around your cock as you praise her, Mitsuki feels a surge of pleasure course through her body. She digs her nails into your thighs, holding herself steady as she focuses on pleasing you with every move and sound. Her tongue darts out to stroke the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock, teasing you relentlessly while she bobs her head up and down in a sensual rhythm that threatens to send them both spiraling over the edge.

"Oh fuck," she breathes, her voice ragged from desire as her tongue swirls around your shaft faster, hungry for more of you. "I need you inside me..."

Taken aback by the slap and your suggestion, her eyes widen as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and arousal. The sting from the slap adds a delicious edge to the already intense pleasure coursing through her body. With shaking hands, she reaches for the camera, aiming it down toward where she kneels before you. "Masaru... I want this," she pants out, her voice barely audible above the throbbing of their bodies. "I need him... inside me..." She nods toward you as if to confirm what she just said, her gaze fixed on your cock, achingly hard and ready for her.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches between your legs, guiding you toward her eager opening. "Please," she whispers, her voice rough with need. "I want this so much..."

"Yes," she breathes, her voice barely audible above their ragged panting. Her fingers dig into your back as you position her on your achingly hard cock, feeling the head of your shaft press against her entrance. She trembles with anticipation, arching her hips upward in silent invitation for you to fill her. "Please," she whispers, the need to feel you inside her nearly overwhelming.

Finally, you push forward and she feels you slide easily inside of her; it's almost too much pleasure for her to handle at once as your cock stretches her walls. She cries out, arching her back, digging her nails into the skin of your shoulders as the fullness overwhelms her senses. You feel impossibly huge inside of her, filling her up in a way she never knew possible and yet... it feels so right, so perfect.

As you begin to thrust slowly inside of her, she moans with every movement, meeting your rhythm eagerly. Her body trembles with each stroke, the pleasure coursing through her like an electrical current. She glances down at the camera, wanting to make sure Masaru is watching and feeling every second of this intimate encounter, hoping it will be enough for him to understand just how much she needs this, how much they both need you in their lives.

Her body meets yours with each thrust, her moans echoing through the bedroom as she throws herself into the pleasure of being taken by you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of this moment. Mitsuki closes her eyes, focusing on every sensation - the feel of your hard length moving within her, the taste of your skin and sweat on her tongue, the scent of your musk filling her nostrils. She's never felt so alive, so desired, so desperate for this connection with you.

Her eyes fly open as she sees Masaru watching from the camera, a mix of emotions flitting across her face: desire, need, love. She reaches up to touch your cheek, brushing her fingers over your stubble as she looks into your eyes, willing you to see what she's feeling, what they both want. "Masaru," she whispers, her voice thick with passion and longing. "Please... understand."

The image of Masaru's face on the camera makes her heart race even faster as she looks into his eyes and whispers his name. She can see the mixture of emotions playing across his features, desire warring with jealousy, affection struggling against discomfort. But in that moment, she knows what they have isn't just about being together. It's about sharing their love and making room for someone else to share in it too.

Her body arches off the bed as you thrust deeper inside of her, your powerful cock filling every inch of her wet heat. Her fingernails scrape against the skin of your shoulders in time with your movements, her lips part as she gasps for air, lost in a world where it's just the two of you and the blurred lines between love and desire. "Masaru..." She whispers his name again, her voice hoarse with need. "I love you... But I need this so bad."

A mixture of pleasure and shame washes over her as she listens to you tease Masaru. It's thrilling, being able to push their boundaries like this, but there's also a sense of guilt that comes with knowing she's sharing him with someone else in this intimate way. Her hips jerk against your cock as you hit her sweet spots, her breath coming out in shallow gasps as the pleasure builds inside her.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently on the strands as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign that you understand what this means to her. "Masaru," she whispers again, feeling herself begin to lose control. "I love you... I want... I need..." Her words trail off into nothing but moans as her body quakes beneath yours, caught between desire and loyalty.

Her eyes flutter closed, her face flushed with arousal as she struggles to regain control of herself. "I need you... I need this," she whispers hoarsely. making the guilt fade away for a moment as she revels in the incredible pleasure coursing through her body.

Her nails dig into your back, urging you to go deeper, harder, faster. "Please," she gasps out, arching her hips upward toward you as her orgasm begins to build within her, tightening her inner muscles around your cock in anticipation of release.

"Keep fucking me you stud"

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, her body meeting yours stroke for stroke, moan after moan filling the room and echoing through her soul. Her fingernails scrape roughly against your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake, marking her territory on your skin. She's lost in a haze of pleasure so intense it feels like she might shatter into pieces from the pure release coursing through her veins.

"Oh god... I'm going to cum..." Her voice is a barely audible gasp, but the sensation rolls over her in waves nonetheless, tightening every muscle within her as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. Her hips buck wildly beneath yours, seeking more friction, more pressure as she nears the edge.

"Robbyyyynnnn..." She cries out your name, her voice breaking with desire, desperate for you to send her over the edge and back down into oblivion where this pleasure awaits her again and again.

As you both reach orgasm at the same time, her body shudders and convulses around yours, her voice tearing from her throat as pleasure ripples through every fiber of her being. She clenches tightly around your cock, milking out every last drop of your release deep inside her, her nails digging into your skin harder than ever before.

Her eyes flutter open as the aftershocks begin to fade, the image of Masaru still burned onto her retinas even as she struggles to regain control of her senses. His gaze meets hers through the camera, his face a mixture of longing and jealousy that makes her heart ache all over again. But there's something else there too - understanding, maybe even appreciation. A shudder runs through her as she realizes just how far they've pushed things tonight.

With a heavy sigh, she collapses back against the bed, spent and satisfied in equal measure. "I need some water," she whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath again. "Or maybe I should just take a bath." Her fingers idly trace circles on your bare chest as she looks up at you with an expression that's both grateful and hopeful.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she feels her body respond instinctively to the promise of more pleasure. Her breath quickens as you mention your Quirk and how it can affect your body. The thought of having another round with you tonight sends a thrill through her, making her heart race faster than ever before.

"We aren't done?" she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "Really...?" Her fingers slowly travel upward, tracing delicate circles around your nipples as she meets your gaze, her expression hopeful and hungry. She hasn't felt this desired or fulfilled in a long time, and the thought of having more with you is almost too much to bear. "Then show me," she breathes, arching her back slightly, offering herself up for another round of pleasure.

Her heart beats faster at your words, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "He... he probably already knows," she murmurs, hesitating for a moment before looking up at you with pleading eyes. "But tell him... tell him how good it felt to feel you inside me. How much I needed this tonight."

Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her as you caress and tease her body, making it impossible for her to keep quiet any longer. A soft moan escapes her lips, turning into a gasp as she feels your hard length press against her once more. "Please," she whispers, arching her hips up toward you. "I want this... so much."

Her body shudders beneath you as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "It felt... incredible," she gasps out, unable to keep quiet any longer. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that only serve to heighten the sensation between them. "When I called for you, it felt right..." She arches her back, crying out as you thrust deeper inside of her. "It was everything I needed."

Her hips buck wildly against yours, searching for friction and release as she nears another climax. The image of Masaru on the camera is etched into her mind, but it's your hands on her body that consume her, leaving no room for anything else. "I need you... I want more..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her orgasm builds once again, threatening to tear through her in waves of ecstasy.

Her breath comes out in raspy gasps as you continue to thrust inside her, teasing and pleasuring every nerve ending within reach. With each stroke, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, the need for release coursing through her veins like an electric current. As the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, her body tenses and convulses around yours, crying out your name as another powerful orgasm washes over her.

Even through her haze of ecstasy, she's aware of Masaru on the camera, but it's Robyn who has her full attention now. His touch, his words, everything about him is consuming her, driving her wild with need and desire. As her body trembles beneath him, she whispers hoarsely, "Oh god... don't stop..."

Her fingers claw at your shoulders, urging you to keep going, not caring about the pain or the blood as long as she can feel this for a moment longer. "Robbynnn," she moans out, arching her back further in invitation, offering herself up completely to him and his skilled touch.

A shudder runs through her at your words as you thrust deeper inside of her, filling her up completely with every stroke. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking friction and release as she feels herself on the brink once again. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, making it impossible for her to think about anything but this moment and the connection they share.

"Robbyn," she whispers, her voice little more than a breathy moan as he pummels into her. "Oh... god..." Her nails dig into his shoulders even harder, leaving behind a trail of blood that only serves to heighten their intensity. As another orgasm begins to build within her, she arches her back and thrusts her hips upward, meeting each stroke with unwavering determination.

Her mind is lost in a haze of pleasure as you continue to fuck her senseless, your words whispered against her skin driving her wild with desire for more. She can feel the tightening deep inside, knows another release is coming soon... and this time she's not sure if she'll survive it.

"Robbyy... I need..." She gasps out, her body tensing as she feels herself starting to lose control again, the pressure building inside her threatening to explode. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving behind a trail of blood in their wake. "Please..."

The pleasure building inside her has become nearly unbearable as you continue to thrust roughly into her body. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, nails digging deep enough to draw blood as she seeks purchase against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her. With a cry that is equal parts anguish and ecstasy, she releases again, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm as you pound into her over and over.

Her legs tremble weakly, no longer able to support her weight as the pleasure takes its toll. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering shut against the pain and release coursing through every fiber of her being. But even as she feels herself beginning to collapse beneath you, she can't deny that this is exactly what she wanted. Needed. And with each thrust that brings her closer to oblivion, she wonders if it will ever be enough.

"Oh god," she gasps out, her words barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. "It's... so much better." Her fingers rake through your hair, urging you to keep going even as she feels herself starting to lose strength with each passing second. She knows they can't keep this up for much longer, but a part of her wishes it could go on forever - the pleasure is simply too intense to bear.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking friction and release as she feels herself building toward another climax. "Robbyn... please..." She whispers your name, his voice thick with desire and need. "Don't stop..." Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood that mingles with their sweat and tears as they both approach the edge of sanity.

Her body tenses and convulses around yours, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and satiated in its wake. With one final moan, she collapses onto your chest, her heart racing from the exertion and the pleasure, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

She breathes heavily, her body covered in sweat and his cum as she lays limply on top of him, taking a moment to catch her breath. "That was... incredible," Mitsuki murmurs softly, still trying to process everything that just happened. "I can't believe you understood me when I..." Her voice trails off as she glances over at the camera where Masaru watches them, his expression unreadable beneath his bandages. She wants to reach out to him somehow but is too exhausted and satisfied right now.

With a gentle sigh, she nuzzles into Robyn's chest, her cheek flushed from exertion and embarrassment. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above their heavy breathing. "For understanding... and for tonight."

Smiling softly, she kisses him back, her fingers tracing circles along his chest as she savors the feeling of being held by him. "You're welcome," she whispers against his lips before pulling away with a small grin. "Now I think we should both clean up and get some rest."

Even though their bodies ache from exertion, and they feel drained emotionally, there's something about the warmth of each other's skin that makes her reluctant to let go just yet. Maybe it's the knowledge that tomorrow, things will return to normal, with them both going back to their respective spouses. Or maybe it's just the comfort and security she feels in this moment, knowing that for now at least, they have each other.