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!"

"Ah, please come in," Mitsuki Bakugo says kindly before stepping back, opening the door wider for you to enter. Once you're inside, she closes the front door again and ushers you over to the dinner table. "I hope you're hungry... I made your favorite." A smile spreads across her face as she gestures for you to take a seat. She bustles around the kitchen, bringing out food-laden plates and setting them on the table with care. The scent of grilled meat fills the air, making your mouth water in anticipation.

Once everything is set, Mitsuki Bakugo takes a seat across from you, folding her hands politely on the table. "So, how have you been?" she asks conversationally, her tone gentle and sincere.

"Oh, I've been keeping busy," Mitsuki Bakugo replies with another pleasant smile. "My husband and I are actually quite excited about this new adventure we're starting. We've always wanted to spice things up a bit, ya know? And it feels really nice to know that someone else cares about my happiness like he does." Her cheeks flush slightly at the mention of her husband, but not in an uncomfortable way. Rather, it seems to add warmth to her demeanor.

She reaches out to pour you some tea from a lovely ceramic pot on the table, careful not to spill any onto the white lace cloth beneath it. "He's really looking forward to meeting you, you know. We both are." Her gaze lingers on yours, conveying a mix of eagerness and nervousness that's utterly endearing.

The conversation continues over dinner, delving into lighter topics such as hobbies, favorite movies, and family traditions. As you eat, Mitsuki observes you carefully, trying to gauge your personality and how you might fit into their lives. She's genuinely interested in getting to know you better, and it shows in the attentive way she listens and responds to your stories. At one point, when you share a particularly funny anecdote, she laughs heartily, causing her cheeks to turn pink again. It's clear that she finds pleasure in simply enjoying your company.

Dinner eventually winds down, with both of you leaning back in your chairs, contentedly full. There's a brief moment of awkward silence before Mitsuki breaks it by saying, "So, ah... do you have anything planned for tonight?" She hesitates slightly, her hands folded demurely in her lap. This is where things get interesting, or rather, where they can go in many different directions. It's up to you how you want to proceed from here.

"Well," Mitsuki begins, her voice taking on a playful tone, "I was thinking we could, you know, hang out or something." Her eyes dance mischievously behind her glasses, betraying a hint of nerves despite her attempt at nonchalance. "My husband and I usually like to spend some quality time together after dinner. Sometimes we watch movies, other times we just talk and cuddle on the couch."

She pauses, suddenly self-conscious, wondering if this might be too much information for someone who's only just met them tonight. But then she remembers that you are part of their new arrangement, and she takes another deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next.

Her gaze fixed on yours, she asks tentatively, "Would you like to join us?" The uncertainty in her voice is palpable, but there's also an undertone of hope and excitement that's hard to ignore.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your reply; relief floods through her body, drowning out any lingering nervousness. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she nods eagerly. "Great! Let me go get my stuff, and then we can all head to the living room."

She stands up from the table, brushing off any crumbs that may have landed on her blouse, and hurries into the hallway. She glances back over her shoulder at you before disappearing into one of the bedrooms. There's a shuffling sound, and then she emerges a moment later, dressed in a cozy-looking pair of pajamas. The soft cotton fabric drapes over her curves, hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair has been tied up into a messy bun, revealing the adorable freckles that dot her neck.

As she walks back towards the dinner table, Mitsuki extends a hand, beckoning you to follow. Once you're both seated again, she says with an easy grin, "Let's just put our empty dishes in the kitchen, and then we can join Masaru. He should be downstairs by now."

With everyone situated comfortably on the couch, Masaru slips an arm around his wife's shoulders while User#1713909948613 leans against the opposite side of the cushion, their legs tangled together playfully beneath the coffee table. The lights are dimmed low, casting a warm glow across the room as they watch a movie. At first, conversation is sparse; everyone seems content to simply enjoy each other's company.

Occasionally, however, Mitsuki finds herself stealing glances at you from the corner of her eye. There's something about your presence that makes her heart race and her skin tingle, and it's both disorienting and thrilling at the same time. She wonders if this new arrangement will truly work out for the best, or if she's making a mistake by opening their marriage up in this way.

Despite these doubts, she forces herself to focus on enjoying the moment. As the movie progresses, the four of them grow more comfortable with one another, laughing together at jokes and sharing inside stories about their days. It feels... nice. Warm. Safe. And for the first time since agreeing to this plan, Mitsuki allows herself to wonder if maybe there's something special about having a third person involved after all.

"Oh, thank you! I'm glad you could come." Mitsuki replies with a genuine smile, giving you a squeeze on the arm before returning her attention back to the television screen. "So, how do you like what we picked out so far?" she asks, trying to make casual conversation while also keeping an ear out for any signs of discomfort or awkwardness from either Masaru or you. So far, everyone seems content enough, but with such a new dynamic at play, it's hard to tell how things will truly unfold until they've had some time to settle in.

The night wears on, and as the credits roll across the screen, User#1713909948613 yawns softly, rubbing at their eyes. "I think I might be getting a bit tired," they confess, stretching their legs out in front of them. Mitsuki glances over at Masaru, who gives her a understanding nod. It's clear that he can read between the lines; even though they're both enjoying themselves, they know that fatigue is setting in.

"Hmm, well maybe we should call it a night then," Mitsuki agrees with a sympathetic smile. She stands up from the couch, reaching down to offer you a hand up. Once you're on your feet, she turns to Masaru. "Will you help me get everything set back in the kitchen?" she asks, already beginning to gather empty dishes and glasses.

There's a brief pause before Masaru answers, his voice laced with reluctance. "Yeah... I suppose so." He extends a hand to you, waiting for you to take it before leading the way towards the kitchen. As they all work together, washing dishes and putting away leftovers, Mitsuki can't help but feel a twinge of sadness; this sweet, intimate time they had together seems to be coming to an end already. But she knows that it's important to respect everyone's boundaries, and besides, there will always be more opportunities for them to spend quality time together in the future.

The request catches her off guard for a moment, causing her to hesitate before answering. On one hand, she would love nothing more than having you in their bed, snuggled up against her. On the other, she's worried about disrespecting Masaru's privacy or causing any tension between the three of them. After taking a deep breath, she says carefully, "I-I don't think that's a problem. We have extra blankets in the closet; you just let me know when you're ready for sleep, and we can get you all set up."

Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire as she glances over at Masaru, wondering what he might think about this arrangement. To her surprise, he meets her gaze evenly, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He walks over to her and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's alright," he says softly. "I trust you both. And who knows? Maybe it'll be fun for all of us."

With everything put away, Mitsuki turns back to face you and Masaru. She watches as you exchange another quiet word before stepping forward and giving each of you a light peck on the cheek. Her heart swells at the sight of you two together, despite knowing that things may not always be this perfect. As she turns off the kitchen lights and heads down the hallway towards her room, she can't help but wonder if she's made the right decision by agreeing to open their marriage like this. But for now, she decides to focus on enjoying whatever time they all have left together, however it may unfold.

"Well, why don't we all head upstairs?" Mitsuki suggests with a warm smile, motioning for you and Masaru to follow her. "We could play a game or watch a movie in bed; whatever you guys feel like doing really." Once everyone is settled under the covers, she retrieves the board games from a cabinet beside the bed, carefully choosing one that she thinks everyone will enjoy.

"Alright then," she says as she spreads the game out across their laps. "This should keep us entertained for a while!" The four of them laugh together, each taking turns rolling the dice and moving their pieces around the board. Conversation flows easily between them, with Masaru occasionally interjecting stories about his days as a hero-in-training and Katsuki sharing amusing anecdotes about his classmates.

As the hours slip past, Mitsuki finds herself growing increasingly fond of your presence. You're not only charming and attractive, but you also seem genuinely interested in spending time with her and Masaru. It's a refreshing change from the superficial relationships she sometimes encounters at social gatherings.

The room begins to grow quieter as everyone starts to yawn, signaling that it's almost time for sleep. Mitsuki glances over at you, her heart racing once more as she wonders what might happen next. Part of her wants nothing more than to invite you into her bed, to cuddle up against her warm body and lose themselves in passionate embrace. But another part of her is still unsure about how this arrangement will truly work out in the long run. She can't help but wonder if it might be best to wait until things have settled down before making

She feels your arms slide around her waist, pulling her back against your chest as you nestle your face into the crook of her neck. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, and she can't help but wonder if Masaru notices. But then again, he's probably too tired to care about such things right now. With a contented sigh, she reaches up to gently muss your hair, chuckling softly as you let out another small moan of pleasure against her skin.

"Goodnight," Mitsuki whispers into the darkness, her voice husky with desire. She can feel Masaru's warm breath on the back of her neck as well, but this time it doesn't make her uncomfortable; if anything, it heightens the sensation of being desired and cherished by both of them. As she drifts off to sleep, she wonders what tomorrow will

She wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window and the feel of strong arms wrapped around her waist. For a moment, she's disoriented; it takes her a few moments to remember that both you and Masaru are here with her today. As she stretches luxuriously, yawn, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the two of you still sound asleep against her back, nestled close together. A small smile curls across her lips as she reaches down to softly caress your cheek before running her fingers through your messy hair.

"Good morning," she whispers, unable to keep the joy from her voice. Her gaze drifts over to Masaru, who looks so peaceful when he's asleep. She wonders how he feels about all of this, but decides not to dwell on it too much for now; there will be time for them to talk later,

The rest of the day passes in a haze of lazy conversations and idle hands. You spend time with each of them individually, enjoying their company and getting to know them better. As the afternoon wears on, it becomes clear that everyone is growing increasingly comfortable with this new arrangement. There's an easy flow between you all now, and the lines of love and desire blur together in a way that feels both natural and exhilarating.

It's during one of these quiet moments when Mitsuki finds herself alone with you in the living room. The two of you sit close together on the couch, your legs intertwined beneath the coffee table as you share whispered secrets and intimate confessions. Her heart skips a beat every time she catches sight of your face; there's something about your eyes that makes her feel both safe and wanted at the same time.

The room grows quiet once more, save for

Your gaze meets hers, intense and unyielding. She can feel herself flush beneath your stare, her heart racing with anticipation. Slowly, you reach out to cup her cheek in your hand, drawing her closer still. The air between them crackles with electricity as their lips meet in a slow, sensual kiss. Her breath hitches at the contact, and she moans softly into your mouth, relishing the feel of your tongue dancing against hers.

Her hands slide up your chest, entwining themselves in your hair as she deepens the kiss. You groan against her lips, tilting your head to grant her better access while she wraps her legs tightly around your waist. She feels your arousal pressed against her through your pajamas, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning within her.

With a quiet moan, Mitsuki breaks the kiss,

Her cheeks flush even more at your praise as she leans in for another kiss, this time more urgent and passionate. She lets out a needy whimper against your lips, and you respond by pushing her further back onto the couch, your hips grinding against hers as you both lose control to the aching desire between them.

It's only when she feels Masaru approach from behind that she realizes they aren't quite alone anymore; his hands come to rest on your shoulders, gentle but firm. You break apart from her, panting heavily, as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"I think it's about time we had some lunch," Masaru says softly, his voice thick with desire. "And then... well, we can all decide what we want to do after that." The three of them share a long moment of silence before bursting into laugh

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur of food and laughter, interspersed with stolen kisses and lingering touches. It feels like nothing can bring them down from this high; they're floating on a cloud of happiness and contentment, basking in the glow of their new arrangement. As night begins to fall once more, Mitsuki finds herself wondering what tomorrow will bring.

"So," she says with a wry smile as you both help her clear away the dishes, "do you have any plans for tonight?" She glances between the two of you, unable to mask the hopefulness in her voice.

"We could watch another movie," Masaru suggests. "Or maybe play another game together." He casts a sidelong glance at you, and there's an unspoken question behind his eyes; will you still want to be here tomorrow? But he doesn'

doesn't need to ask it out loud. The expression on your face says enough. You glance between the two of them, and then back to her, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "I think that sounds like a good idea," you say finally. "What do you think, Mitsuki?"

Her heart leaps into her throat as she realizes that this could be the start of something truly special; not just a temporary fling or an arrangement between two friends, but the beginning of a new chapter in all of their lives together. For now, though, she contents herself with leaning against Masaru's side and resting her head on his shoulder as they decide what to do for the rest of the night. Whatever it may be, she knows that it will be perfect, just like this moment right here.

The three of you spend the evening together, laughter filling the air as you watch another movie and share stories about your pasts. As the hours slip by, Mitsuki can't help but feel a warmth spreading through her chest; a contentment that she hasn't felt in years. She glances over at Masaru, grateful for his understanding and support throughout all of this, and then back to you, her heart racing every time your gaze meets hers.

Eventually, the movie ends and you yawn, stretching luxuriously before standing up from the couch. "Well," you say with a crooked smile, "I think it's getting pretty late." Mitsuki nods in agreement; exhaustion is starting to settle into her bones, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes open any longer.

"I guess we should all turn in then," Masaru says softly, shooting

a meaningful look at you before helping her up from the couch as well. Once they're both standing side by side, he leans down to brush a stray hair from your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Goodnight, my love." His voice is husky with desire, and Mitsuki feels her face flush at the endearment. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of what this all means for them in the grand scheme of things but thankful nonetheless for every moment they get to share together like this.

"Goodnight," you echo with a quiet smile before giving her a gentle peck on the cheek as well. "See you in the morning." You bid Masaru goodnight as well, and then make your way down the hallway towards the guest room where you'll be spending the night. As she listens to your footsteps grow fainter

You find yourself lingering in the doorway for a moment, watching Mitsuki as she stands there with her eyes closed, trying to resist the temptation to call you back. Her skin is so soft beneath your hands; the gentle curve of her breasts presses against your chest, making it difficult to think straight. She feels right in your arms, like she belongs here with you.

With a sigh, you pull away and head down the hallway towards the guest room as well. As the door clicks shut behind you, you collapse onto the bed with a contented groan. It's been an amazing day, but now that everything has come to an end... well, it feels like something is missing. You close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep as images of Mitsuki and Masaru dancing through your mind.

The next morning, Mitsuki stirs in bed as her phone chirps softly on the nightstand. Groggily, she reaches out to grab it and frowns when she sees that it's you who sent the message. "I miss you too," she types back before flopping onto her side, burying her face in a pillow as memories of your lips against hers, your body tangled with hers throughout the night, wash over her like a wave. It's been hours since you left, and already she can feel herself starting to ache for your touch again.

She hears movement from the other side of the room and turns her head to see Masaru emerging from the bathroom, looking tired but content as well. They exchange knowing glances before Mitsuki finally musters up the courage to bring up what's been on her mind all night long. "So..." she begins hesitantly,

"How did you feel about everything that happened yesterday?" Her voice wavers slightly, unsure of how he'll react to her question. Masaru shrugs nonchalantly, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her.

"It was interesting," he says with a small smile, running a hand through his messy hair. "I honestly didn't know what to expect, but..." He trails off, looking at Mitsuki meaningfully before continuing, "if it makes you happy, if it brings us closer together... then I'm willing to try it." His words surprise her; she hadn't expected him to be so understanding, and a wave of gratitude washes over her.

The two of them lapsse into silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts before Masaru speaks up again, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want to do today?" His question

stops Mitsuki dead in her tracks. She looks over at him, searching his eyes for some hint of what he might be thinking or feeling beneath the surface. For a moment, she wonders if maybe they should take things slower today; after all, they've only just begun this journey together and there are still so many unknowns looming ahead of them.

She thinks about your message again, the ache in her chest growing more pronounced with each passing second. Eventually, she swallows hard and responds to Masaru with a soft smile. "I think... I think we should cuddle for a bit."

Masaru nods slowly, a knowing look in his eye as he reaches out to take her hand in his own. Together, they make their way over to the bed where you're currently lying, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, waiting eagerly for them to join you. With a

little hesitation, Mitsuki slips in between you and Masaru, curling her body around yours while he spoon behind her, his hands resting on her stomach. She feels the warmth of your skin against hers, the strength of your arms encircling her waist; it's almost enough to drive her wild with desire.

As they lie there together like this, she can feel the tension begin to dissipate from the room, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. They're not just three people sharing a bed today; they're becoming something more than that. Something beautiful and rare, like a firework exploding in the night sky.

For now, though, she lets herself luxuriate in the here and now: the feel of your strong body against hers, the soft rustle of Masaru's movements as he adjusts his position to get comfortable, the steady rhythm of

their breathing. She closes her eyes and lets out a slow, satisfied moan as you begin to move against her, grinding your hips against hers in time with the beat of her heart. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she arches her back into yours, seeking more contact between them. The heat from your body fuels her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the feel of your hardness pressed against her.

As they continue like this, lost in the sensation of being together, she wonders how much longer they can keep going before one of them gives in to their desires completely. She doesn't want things to get out of hand, but at the same time... she's never been one to shy away from adventure. With a sultry growl, she reaches back and undoes the button on Masaru's pajam

Masaru pulls off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest dusted with fine golden hair. He watches you with hooded eyes as you continue to grind against Mitsuki, their moans of pleasure filling the room. The scent of their arousal mixes with the warmth of their skin, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that has Masaru's blood burning with need.

With a soft whisper in Mitsuki's ear, he urges her to roll over so she's on her hands and knees between them. She does as he asks eagerly, arching her back and presenting herself to both of them. You continue to stroke yourself against her wet folds while Masaru kneels behind her, his fingers trailing lightly across her lips before slipping inside. She moans loudly into the pillow, rocking her hips back towards him as he thrusts deeper.

The sensation of being filled by you is almost too much to bear; she whimpers and gasps as your thick length slides effortlessly inside her. Her body clenches around you in response, forcing another deep groan from your lips. Masaru takes advantage of this by thrusting even harder against her, his fingers curling tightly into her hair as he loses control to the pleasure coursing through him.

The bed creaks ominously beneath them, the headboard thudding against the wall with each powerful stroke. The sound of their ragged breathing fills the air, mingling with the wet slaps of skin on skin and the rhythmic grunts of pleasure. As they move together like this, it feels as though everything else in the world has faded away, leaving only the three of them and this moment.

The pressure begins to build inside her; she can feel the familiar tugging

Masaru's hand on her hip, guiding her movements as you continue to drive deep inside her. It's only a matter of time before they all reach the peak together; their bodies aching for release after this blissful agony. And when it finally comes, it hits like a tidal wave, washing over them in a cacophony of screams and moans and desperate pleas for more.

As their orgasms subside, leaving them gasping and spent in each other's arms, Mitsuki can't help but wonder what the future holds for all of them. It feels like anything is possible right now; that together they could conquer the world. She lets out a contented sigh, nestling her face into the crook of Masaru's neck as you lie back against the pillows, your eyes closed and your chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.

You watch as Mitsuki cuddles up to Masaru, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you realize that despite everything that's happened today, they still look so happy together. And deep down, there's a part of you that feels grateful for that; grateful to be able to share them with each other, if only for this moment in time.

You close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to regain your composure before reaching down between their bodies once more. Mitsuki gasps as you begin to thrust again, her hips moving instinctively in response. She moans softly into Masaru's ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as she feels herself start to heat up all over again.

Around them, the world carries on as usual; cars honk outside, voices drift up from below and birds chirp

her in the early morning light. But for now, it feels like they're all alone in their own little world; a world where anything is possible, and love can conquer all. You speed up your movements, panting heavily against her ear as you feel yourself nearing the edge again. The headboard of the bed creaks rhythmically beneath them, echoing through the room like a beacon calling to them from somewhere deep within their souls.

As they lose themselves in each other once more, Mitsuki turns her head to look at Masaru over her shoulder. He meets her gaze with one of his own; a mixture of love, lust, and something else she can't quite put her finger on. It sends shivers down her spine as you reach around and stroke her clit in time with each thrust inside her.

She feels the familiar tightening deep within her, signaling that she's close again.

The room grows hotter, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and desire. You can feel your own release building inside you, threatening to spill forth at any moment. As Mitsuki arches her back into you, moaning your name, you finally lose control, thrusting deep one last time as you come with a shout that echoes through the room like thunder. She cries out as well, her body shuddering beneath yours as she reaches her own climax.

For a moment, they're all caught in this bubble of perfect harmony; their hearts racing, skin flushed and slick with sweat. It feels almost too good to be real, like some sort of fantasy that they'll wake up from any second now. But when Mitsuki finally manages to catch her breath, she glances between the two of them, and sees nothing but reality: the love shining