HATE FUCK !

Sukuna Ryomen and Soraya Montenegro have the same Villain Energy, so here are some redraws of my favourites memes! 😆 

who do you take me for?

with… kunigami rensuke

cw… gn!reader, established relationship, a lot of cussing, almost break up, arguing/fighting, spoilers like for… ch 160+? idk somewhere around there, not proofread

synopsis… kunigami comes home after being in blue lock for a hot minute and isn’t the same. 0.8k words

note… was catching up with blue lock and kunigami is pissing me off especially bc he’s just not the same :$ this was wrote on impulse at 2am so yea…

Your phone shouldn’t be this dry.

I mean, it was never dry when Kunigami was home.

After Kunigami left for blue lock, you were living a pretty boring life. It was the same as it was before, just without your big oaf clinging to you wherever you went. But a little birdie— also known as Kunigami’s older sister— sent you a text that Kunigami had finally come home for a break. Excited, you wanted to ask if you could come over, but quickly learned that something about him had changed.

You waited. Waited for days for a text from your boyfriend saying that he wanted to meet up to talk, play a game, to catch up, anything really. Yeah, something was wrong. Your usually affectionate boyfriend wasn’t texting you at all. Sure, he was a bit shy in the relationship, but he would never neglect your feelings like this. He’s supposed to be taking this time off to get a break from soccer, so why weren’t you on the list of things he’d want to be with?

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like waiting, and you for sure as hell didn’t like being an afterthought. If he truly forgot about you, you wanted to know now. And if he did, this relationship was over.

Without thinking it over, you made your way to Kunigami’s house, knocked on the door, and waited for a response.

The door swung open, and there stood your very different boyfriend. Appearance wise, he looked pretty much the same, except terrible bags were layered under his eyes and his hair was more tousled than usual. What caught your attention was his expression; he looked displeased, as if whatever he was looking at fulfilled his meter bar of boredom.

“What?”

Immediately, you felt your face morphing into a scowl. You were upset, angry, and even embarrassed that you pushed yourself to come over just to greet him. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in months and this is how he greets you?

“What? Oh, so I just don’t exist anymore? Is this what this is?” You spat, crossing your arms. Kunigami scoffs and rolls his eyes before taking a step back and tries to shut the door. You stop the door before he could close it and invited yourself in, shutting the door behind you.

“I don’t appreciate the attitude, soccer superhero.”

“Don’t call me that lame ass fucking name, it pisses me off,” chided Kunigami. You clicked your tongue.

“Listen, I don’t know what the hell happened in Blue Lock over there, but don’t bring whatever nasty resentment you have back here because I won’t fucking stand for it,” you warned with a piercing glare.

It was subtle, but you could’ve sworn you saw him gulp. You’ve never been this mad before, and more importantly, you’d never been mad at him. He has listened to both his sisters complain about their past relationships and the things their significant others did wrong, so he always made sure he did the right thing and made up for the things he did wrong. His little personality change was not working on you and he wasn’t too sure how to react. Panic flashed over Kunigami’s face and you could almost see the cogs moving above his head. What was he thinking about? You didn’t have time to wait.

“Look, I just came home and all I wanna do is rest a little before going back to that hell hole. I don’t want to deal with you right now so just go back—,”

You placed a finger on Kunigami’s chest and took a step closer to him. He took a step back as you said, “If I go back home right now, just delete my number off your phone.”

It hurt. The last thing you wanted was to break up with your boyfriend but if he wasn’t going to let up on this stupid little persona he had going on you were through.

“You’re joking,” Kunigami said as his back finally reached the wall.

“Do I look like I’m joking, Rensuke? If you truly think you can get away with acting like this you can say goodbye to this relationship.”

You never say his full first name.

“I—,”

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to go home.”

You waited. Waited for an answer.

“I— no. Don’t go, please,” Kunigami said after what felt like an eternity.

You took in a deep breath and dropped your hand, letting your head rest on Kunigami.

“I did not like getting mad at you, Ren,” you said softly. Kunigami wrapped his arms around you tightly, almost as if he was afraid you’d run away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let my stress get the best of me and I shouldn’t have tried to take it out on you,” Kunigami apologized.

“It’s okay, just remember that you can talk to me about anything. You can rant, cry, whatever, but don’t try to act like someone else around me.”

Kunigami snorted, “I don’t cry.”

“Yea yea, big boy. Just tell me what happened and I’ll listen.”

the finest man ever.

Based on this tweet!!

“my wife” ft. nanami kento

in which the married man nanami kento cannot stop using every single excuse to call you his wife. he just can’t help it, it sounds really nice.

at the bakery, instead of looking for it he went to the counter to ask, “excuse me, do you have whole wheat bread? my wife prefers that over the plain one.” was there a reason for him to mention you? nope. is he going to to it again? absolutely.

he now brings home cooked lunch to work. the man who usually dreads the small talk from his coworkers now becomes quite eager when they notice the bento and asked him about it. “my lunch looks great? thank you. my wife cooked this for me.”

or when it’s after hours and there’s random talk amongst the workers such as places to visit on vacation. “these are really good recommendations, i’ll have to visit them with my wife if i have the chance.”

when he’s on grocery shop duty after work when you asked him to buy something from the market. kento tasted the one of the sample food and perked up, for two reasons. reason one is that he finds something you’d like, second reason, “where can i find more of this? my wife would love this.”

when a random stranger flirts with him and he didn’t miss a beat to say, “ah, you find me charming? thank you, my wife would agree.”

his phone would ring while he’s occupied in a work discussion and he had the slightest smile on his face as he stood up, “excuse me, my wife is calling.”

the way he always tried to insert you in every conversation even if the topic barely correlates to you. “i seriously almost drowned that day, the beach can be really dangerous,” one of his coworker said, finishing a story. and who would be able to know why kento felt the need to say, “my wife quite likes the beach.”

even in front of mutual friends such as gojo, as he knew the both of you back from high school days. “let me ask my wife first if she wants to come.” oh now it’s gojo’s turn to roll his eyes after so many years he has tormented the blond man with his antics. “you know that i know ‘your wife’ right? that she’s my friend too?” nanami looked at him, “what’s your point?” he deadpanned.

on the most random time of the day, his mind wandered to you as always. “i miss my wife.”

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guys i think he has a wife

art by the.gauntlets

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*holds your hand * *holds your hand* *holds your hand* *holds y-*

~ Sweet Lavender Sunshine ~

This is for @scarlettriot and @silverhairsimp ‘s roommate collab! Make sure to check out the other collab pieces, as they’re all so good so far!

Beta’d by the incredible @kingdumkum

Rating: EXPLICIT - MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shinsou x fem!reader x Kaminari

Word Count: 10.6k

Content + Warnings: reader is a pro hero with an unspecified quirk who gets hit with a stimulation quirk and has to rely on her faithful roommates to get her through it. Use of nicknames (baby, babygirl, princess, sunshine), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, light spanking, slight dacryphilia, very light degradation, squirting, threesome, unprotected sex, double penetration, creampie(s)

a/n: Yes, I KNOW i did the whole "overused sex-quirk trope" thing, but I promise this one’s not that cliché, hear me out!!

All characters are assumed to be 18+

Waking up to the smell of bacon and coffee will never get old.

It’s Sunday, which means it’s the beginning of Kaminari’s weekend and the end of your’s and Shinsou’s. House rules dictate that whoever has the day off gets to make breakfast for the other two, you and Shinsou trading responsibilities since your schedules usually line up.

This morning happens to be Denki’s turn, and bacon & scrambled eggs were always his go-to. A smile spreads across your face the instant you recognize the familiar scent and hear the light clanking of dishes accompanied by hushed voices in the kitchen.

The three of you started living together and working for the same agency right after graduation. At first, it just made sense: save money on rent and save the planet by carpooling to work. Plus, being best friends didn’t hurt either. The convenience of it all made the harrowing realization that you were no longer in school, but rather, entering a world full of villains, much less daunting.

But after a while, when you were all recognized as fairly capable pro’s, each making enough money to easily buy your own place, you chose to remain roommates. Convenience no longer a crutch, but rather, a choice. There was still something comforting about coming home to them that made the thought of moving out almost unbearable.

Luckily for you, they felt the same way.

Although you’ve been mistaken as romantic partners many times before, by just about every colleague and friend, the three of you have never crossed that line. The fear of ruining what you already had, which was so incredibly special, kept any…unwanted impulses at bay. Even if they weren’t necessarily unwelcome.

You’re only human, after all, and as a human, it’s perfectly normal to steal a wayward glance when your pro-hero best friends peel away their costumes after a long shift, unconsciously flexing their hard-earned muscles and proving the fruits of their intense labor were not for naught.

So what if they were your roommates? It’s only natural.

Just like it’s only natural how, after a particularly nasty breakup, Shinsou would have you curled into his chest while Denki rubs your calves. With ice cream melting on the table and sappy romances in the background as their low voices told you: he didn’t deserve you, and Want me to beat him up? and Don’t cry, princess, it’ll be okay. There’s someone better waiting for you, you just need to be patient…

It’s only natural when your mind starts to wonder if this might be what you’ve been waiting for. How they might be the ones who are waiting for you; for your commitment, your love, for you to cross that line–

But in the morning, even as you wake up in Shinsou’s arms with Denki passed out between your legs, you chalk it all up to fantasy. A delicious, beautiful, romantic fantasy that can’t exist, because why in the world would you risk your friendship on the odds that one–let alone both–could ever look at you as more than just that; a friend?

Pushing those feelings aside like always, you get ready for your patrol shift and bound into the kitchen with that bright smile on your face they so hopelessly love.

“G’morning, Sunshine!” Kaminari calls over his shoulder at you, half-hazardly wielding a hot frying pan and almost dripping burning oil on himself when he whirls around to greet you.

Shinsou’s at the kitchen counter, sipping on his third cup of coffee and shaking his head in mild amusement, “Careful, would’ya?” He looks your way with a small smile and an even smaller nod, “Morning, Y/N.”

“Mornin’ boys!” you walk past Kaminari, who leans towards you, neck craned for his usual morning kiss on the cheek, which he looks forward to every day. You eye the hot pan in his hand first and raise your brow. He sheepishly sets it down before turning back to you, his cheek even closer than before.

“Mwah!” you kiss him quickly, with a loud smack and a little chuckle as you head to the fridge, pulling out your coffee creamer and moving to sit with Shinsou. He leans over as well, passively sliding his elbow along the counter top until he’s in-range for his own kiss.

“Yes yes, you too ‘Toshi.” You kiss him just as enthusiastically, continuing on with your usual routine and noticing the sweet way he smiles into his coffee mug.

“Denks, did your team learn anything else about that pervy villain this week?” You pull the clean mug Denki had set out for you towards yourself, making your own cup of coffee and adding entirely too much cream and sugar to make it tolerable, “I bet my two weeks vacation they’re gonna give the case to Shin and I when we show up this morning.”

Shinsou scoffs a laugh beside you, tired eyes rolling in annoyance, “Yeah, really. ‘S all anyone’ll talk about on the news. It’s give’n us a bad rep that we haven't caught the guy yet.”

Kaminari shrugs and passes each of you a paper plate of food. You used to give him flack about using paper plates: what happened to saving the planet, huh Denks? But he’d always quip back with, It’s my day off! I’m not doing dishes on my day off. So either you eat off the counter, or accept my paper plate!

“Not much, honestly. Guy’s fuck’n slick. No pun intended…” You and Shinsou both roll your eyes with a pained groan, “That’s your worst one this week, man. Hands down.” You laugh in agreement, the whole thing all the more amusing from the mock offense on the blonde’s face.

“Fine, then. No more jokes for the Negative Nellie’s!” He takes his own plate and sits on the third stool with a huff, pretending to be straightforward and serious. “He got two more people last week. Female, of course. Both of ‘em with the same symptoms as the rest: ‘insatiable sexual arousal characterized by increased body temperature, heightened sensitivity to touch, and an increased sex drive. All of which gradually worsens until the victim no longer has the capacity to sensationalize. Effects do seem to be long-lasting, and may be permanent if early intervention is not achieved.’” He quotes directly from The Commission’s official statement on the matter, brandishing his [plastic] fork in the air as he does so.

You sigh, both in sympathy for the victims, and in exasperation at the thought of picking up where Kaminari’s team left off. Everyone knows that early intervention means having an orgasm, but it was discovered by accident and has only been tried once, when the victim happened to be on her way to meet her husband. However, while it did seem to help, she still has lasting stimulation deficits from the event since the symptoms didn’t fully subside after one session.

You slump forward, arms crossed on top of the counter, and bury your face in them. “Ugh, I don't wannaaa” you moan and complain, turning your face to look up at Shinsou who looks like he’s feeling the same way you are. He’s just much better at keeping it inside. He rubs your back, “I know, me either. But hey, at least we’re on the same route today, yeah?” He gives you a small smile, somewhere between consoling and encouraging, and you smile back. “Yeah I know. It’ll still be a good day.”

You and Shinsou were often given patrol shifts together: your quirks complementary to one another’s and your chemistry undeniable. He’s been your rock since your second year of highschool, given you were both late add-ons to the hero track. He tried to put up a tough facade, always saying he wasn’t there to make friends, but it took very little convincing for you to win him over.

And once you did, you were inseparable. Combat training after dark in front of the dorms, early morning runs, weekend study sessions - no matter where he was, there you were too.

Kaminari came along soon after, easily working his way into the mix with his natural charm and charisma, making it difficult not to befriend him. The two of you were fast friends, but honestly, the real reason he ended up wriggling his way into your lives was thanks to how quickly Shinsou took a liking to him.

It just makes sense that even after all this time, you three would wind up together. You’re so similar, so complementary, that being with them is as natural as breathing. No team works better than you and Shinsou—besides, maybe, you, Shinsou, and Denki combined—and it only adds to why you stuff your feelings away. You have a good thing going: a history that can only be forged through shared hardships, and a love that will last the ages. It doesn’t matter that your brain is now running through a hundred “what if?” scenarios as you and Shinsou prepare for work. Particularly, what’ll happen if you end up confronting the pervy villain? What if you got hit by his quirk? Who would you call for help? Would Shinsou, maybe…?

But as quickly as your thoughts wander that way, you push them back. You can’t afford distractions today, no matter how pleasant they may be.

The commute to your agency always goes by fast when Shinsou drives. His music is relaxing and doesn’t make you think too much, just puts you in a good headspace for work. He’s usually quiet, but by now you know it’s because he’s comfortable with you. It’s not often he’s able to share the same space as someone and not feel pressured to make conversation.

His favorite part of the drive is always letting you sing to the radio while he just hums along. He steals glances your way every so often, smiling to himself at how happy you look. He’s always thought you were beautiful, but knowing he’s the only one who gets to share in these moments with you makes you nothing less than radiant.

He has a tendency to park at the far end of your agency’s parking garage, wanting to drag out those precious last seconds before he has to turn the car off, thus ending your little karaoke session.

“Ready, partner?” You give him an expectant smile as you unbuckle and swing your legs out of his car, feeling much more prepared for the day ahead now that you’re caffeinated and energized from the drive.

“Ready.” He flashes you a quick smile, the two of you walking side by side into the building and heading straight for the locker rooms to change.

“Meet you upstairs?” You ask over your shoulder as you push the door open to the women’s locker room, pausing to see him nod before he disappears through his own door.

As soon as you make an appearance on the main floor, you spot Shinsou: standing in the center with the head of your agency and speaking with the Commissioner. You make your way to them, the look on Shinsou’s face giving you a damn good clue as to what the conversation’s about.

“—which means we’re relying on the two of you to pick up where they left off. This guy’s bad news and I want him off the streets - like yesterday.”

“Yes sir.” Your partner replies without missing a beat, giving off the same air of indifference he always wears in public. “We’ll handle it.”

They nod their approval of his acceptance, sparing you an extra glance as they leave it to Shinsou to explain what you missed.

“So,” you nudge him with your elbow before crossing your arms over your chest, “sounds like I’m keeping my two weeks vacation then, huh?”

He rolls his eyes with a smirk, “You nailed it. They were wait’n for one of us to show up by the time my foot hit the top step. ‘S exactly what you thought: we’re taking over. Apparently there’s been an anonymous tip about a potential location, so we’ve been told to go check it out.”

You sigh, “alrighty then. Might as well get going.”

If you had known what would happen after the two of you left the agency, you would’ve taken your two weeks right then and not felt the slightest bit guilty. Yeah, you and Shinsou make a great team—but even the best of teams can have an off day. Especially when they underestimate who they’re dealing with.

It had all been going so well; the tip was hot - the two of you tracking the villain down with relatively little resistance - and your fighting was immaculate. You and Shinsou were just as in-sync and fluid as always.

But then, in an instant, the villain turned the tables and had you cornered against the back wall of an alley, hands outstretched in your direction. You have a blinding moment of clarity before everything slows to a crawl, when you realize your intel was wrong:

His quirk isn’t activated by touch.

You’re not exactly sure what happens next. Wisps of shimmery mist shoot towards you from his fingertips before you can react. For you, everything’s moving in painfully slow motion. And just as you’re processing the fact that you’re directly in the line of fire, without hope of escape, Shinsou turns the corner to where you are and apprehends the villain with his capture scarf. He has him bound in seconds, and turns to you with a satisfied smirk, a congratulatory, “we really are a great team—“ falling dead when he realizes what’s happening.

The two of you make eye contact, Shinsou’s eyes going wide as he watches the shimmery mist settle over your stomach and sink into your core. “Y/N…” he mutters in quiet disbelief, worry deep-set in his face.

“I know, Shin.” You try to say matter-of-factly, but your voice breaks and you gulp, panic starting to set in as you feel a tiny ball of warmth forming in your tummy. “Let’s just get this asshole to the police and let them take over.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him, pressing your palm to the center of his chest and making him step aside, “Don’t mention this to anyone, please. We’ll handle it when we’re done here.” You seem eerily serious, although he can already see the heat spreading across your cheeks and it makes him grab your wrist, “As soon as we’re done, I’m taking you home.”

You meet his intense gaze and realize that arguing would be futile, so you nod, your wrist slipping from his grasp and moving to start assessing the damage in the street as if nothing had happened.

But something did happen. You got hit, and you both know exactly what that means. Your mind is reeling, that ball in your core starting to nag, but right now your duty comes first.

Almost an hour has passed by the time the two of you have finished interviewing witnesses, checking for civilian injuries, assessing public property damage, and providing statements to the police.

Shinsou watches from afar as you stand before the chief of police: legs crossed and arms wrapped around your stomach, swaying a bit on the spot as you try to slow your breathing and focus on what he’s saying to you rather than that burning ball that’s only growing larger by the minute.

But your partner knows you’re just pretending to understand, mindlessly nodding at every other word while your face and neck continue to flush. He has to step in and find some way to whisk you away and take care of the issue at hand.

He crosses the road, still blocked off on either end, and comes to stand beside you. His hand rests on the small of your back, meaning to be a gesture of comfort but it only makes the burning sensation in your core intensify. Your head snaps up to him, tears welling in your eyes, and he drops his hand quickly. His own face starts to blush as he realizes what he just did, remembering Kaminari’s monologue at breakfast: heightened sensitivity to touch.

He wraps up your conversation for you, the chief of police bidding the two of you sincere thanks as he waves you off. Shinsou takes the lead down the road, neither one of you saying a word to each other as you briskly walk away from the scene of the incident.

As soon as the two of you make it around the corner and out of civilian eye-line, he scoops you up in his arms and races in the direction of headquarters, needing to get you home as soon as possible, no longer caring about your aversion to touch. “Just hang in there, Y/N. We’ll take care of you.”

You instantly know he’s referring to Kaminari, who’s probably vegging out on the couch watching bad sitcoms, completely unaware of what’s about to happen.

“T-Toshi..” you whimper, every step he takes jostling your body and making your latex suit rub painfully against your sensitive clit, “‘s too much.. it hurts!” Tears well in your eyes as you speak, spilling over and down your bright red cheeks, the embarrassment of the whole situation almost too much for you to bear.

“I know princess, ‘s alright. I got ya.” He cradles you closer to him, your face pressing into his chest and hiding away from anyone who could possibly be watching.

It feels like an eternity before he finally reaches his car, cursing himself for parking in the very back like always. He swings open the passenger door, narrowly avoiding dinging the car next to his, and sets you in the seat. He buckles you in and reclines the chair, allowing you to curl into yourself.

As soon as he slides behind the wheel he’s peeling out of the garage and barreling down the road back to your shared home. You’ve never seen him drive so fast. You appreciate the effort, but every time he has to hit his breaks it only makes things worse.

“Toshi—!” You cry out when he suddenly halts for a red light, gripping at your core with labored breaths as that heat starts to spread. “I-I can’t do this!” You gasp out, immediately unzipping your bodysuit and peeling it off your body.

His cool leather seats coupled with the lack of friction against your clit lets you take a deep breath, gaining a moment of relief. But Shinsou can’t tear his eyes away, gawking at the way you're laying in his passenger seat, completely bare and vulnerable.

“Y/N—“ he strains, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until he has to shake his hands out. You look over at him and notice the shock on his face, reality setting in at what you just did and how indecent you’re being in front of your partner and roommate.

“O-oh my god!” You reach for your suit again, wanting to cover back up, but Shinsou’s quick to throw it back on the floor of his car. “No. Stay like that. We need to start treating this anyways…” His eyes darken as he continues to stare at your body, cock twitching in his suit at the way your chest heaves. He’s so lost in his own thoughts that he misses the green light, the cars behind him honking in impatience.

“Shit–” he growls and guns it again, somewhat returning his focus to the road.

One hand leaves the steering wheel to grip your thigh, spreading your legs open with his firm hold, “Will you let me help you, princess?”

You’re too dumbfounded by this whole situation you’ve found yourself in, silently nodding to yourself and forgetting he can’t see you. He squeezes your thigh, prompting you again, “I need to hear ya say it, Y/N. I promise I’ll take care of you..”

You snap out of it, squeaking a small, “y-yes, ‘Toshi, please help…”

He simply nods, eyes glancing your way every few seconds to watch as his fingers near your desperate cunt. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything..” he mutters as his hand cups your heat, fighting off a groan deep within his chest.

He can’t recall how many times he’s dreamt of this moment. Of having you like this, so hot and bothered for him. Nevermind the cause of your current state of arousal - he wants you.

His two middle fingers start to drag through your folds, feeling just how wet you are and collecting slick immediately. “Fuck, Y/N… have you been like this the whole time??” Part of him feels bad that you’ve had to endure for the last hour, and he wishes it was a bigger part of him, because the rest of him, particularly his cock straining against his suit, can’t believe his luck at getting to see you like this.

He only wishes the situation wasn’t so dire.

You can only moan and whimper in response, his touch giving you equal parts relief and pain at how sensitive you already are. He can tell you’re close just from this minor foreplay, and while he wishes he could drag it on forever, he realizes he’s gotta make you cum in order to actually be helpful.

“‘S okay babygirl, just try to relax. I’ll make you feel good,” he slips both fingers inside, voice dropping to a low and breathy groan as he realizes how tight you are and starts to pump in and out of your cunt, “I’ll make you feel better.”

The penetration rips a wanton moan from you, back arching off his leather seat as you rock your hips against his hand, already feeling that cord in your belly close to snapping. “T-Toshi, ‘m close, p-please don’t stop!” You whine, desperate to finally feel some true relief, not even caring about who it’s coming from.

Shinsou can see the house at the end of the street, already pressing the garage door opener so he can pull right in. He barely watches the road, rubbing the palm of his hand against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers, trying to take in the moment as best he can.

As soon as he’s pulled in he throws the car in park and yanks the keys from the ignition, turning in his seat to better face you. “Cum f’me princess, come on, you gotta do it!” He uses his now free hand to rub at your clit, sending you over the edge almost instantly.

He would’ve known you were cumming by the vice grip your pussy held on his fingers, but the pornographic moan and squirt of shimmery fluid onto his seat was a nice touch.

His eyes widen at the color and consistency of your orgasm, realizing it’s similar to that villain’s quirk. It’s as if a lightbulb illuminates in his head, now understanding that to prevent the worst possible outcome you’ll have to excrete all of that fluid until it’s gone.

He fingers you through your climax, hoping to prolong it and work more of the quirk out of you. His eyes roam the rest of your body, wanting to truly pleasure all of you, but eventually they meet your gaze and notice how scared you look right now.

“Y/N..?” His fingers slow and come to a halt, slowly pulling out and making more tears streak down your face, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Shin..” your voice is shaky and not at all as relieved as he hoped it would be, “it-it isn't working! I s-still feel it inside me!”

You weren’t lying. While you felt some of that heat flow out of you when you came, there was definitely still a tight ball of arousal burning inside you.

“Fuck— okay, um..” he thinks for a quick second, “maybe once isn’t enough.” He flies to your side of the car, scooping your naked body up and holding you against his chest once more as he carries you into the house.

“Denks!” He’s calling out for your other roommate the second the door flies open, desperation lining his tone in a way neither you nor the blonde have ever heard before.

Kaminari was on the couch when he heard the door to the garage slam open, making him jump and drop his bowl of popcorn on the ground. “What the—!?“

But as soon as he hears the panic in Shinsou’s voice, he hops off the couch and runs to the pair of you. “What happened!? What—“ his eyes land on your naked body in Shinsou’s arms, his brain short circuiting for a moment as he tries to process this very confusing yet envious situation.

“She got hit.” Shinsou quickly tries to explain, pressing his way past Kaminari and down the hallway to your bedroom, “We got the fucker, but not before he got her.”

Kaminari’s mouth has run dry and he stands rooted to the spot, a flurry of emotions washing over him as he realizes what all of this is about.

“Denks!” Shinsou yells over his shoulder, “get in here! We have to help her.”

The blonde is yanked from his own thoughts, springing to action and quickly joining you and Shinsou in your room.

You’re now laid on your bed, all your extremities curled into you in embarrassment. Tears stream down your face at the overwhelming conflict of emotions wracking your body right now.

It hurts. Your core is burning, you’re sensitive from when Shinsou made you cum, yet you just want more despite the pain.

But you’re also mortified. Laying vulnerable and bare before your two best friends, this moment not at all going the way you had dreamt it would for so many years.

So all you can do is cry, unable to find the words to express all the things you’re feeling.

But your roommates can’t stand to see you like this, Shinsou climbing into bed and slotting himself behind you, while Kaminari kneels next to you at the edge of the mattress, both men looking at you with all the love and care in the world.

The blonde takes your hand while Shinsou shimmies you up his lap until your back is against his chest.

“Hey Sunshine…” Kaminari brings your hand, cold and clammy, up to his lips and tenderly kisses over each of your knuckles, watching with a broken heart as your lip trembles in fear. “Hitoshi caught me up on what’s goin’ on.” He continues to kiss your hand, each press of his warm lips helping you calm down just a little bit, “Will you let us take care of you? Help you feel better?” His words are so kind and genuine, echoing what Shinsou said in the car, and wanting your express permission even though he’s already incredibly hard and trying not to rut his hips against the edge of the bed.

“D-Denks..” you squeak, nodding the back of your head against Shinsou’s chest, “p-please help me.”

He takes a deep breath, nodding probably too enthusiastically as he climbs into bed with the two of you. He sits himself in front of you, hands on your knees, which are still curled into your chest. “You can trust us, Y/N. Let me help…” he slowly pulls your knees apart, splaying your legs open and revealing your pretty cunt to him.

“Fuck–“ he breathes, licking his lips hungrily, and Shinsou’s quick to jump in, “I know dude, but focus.” Kaminari nods, “right..” and gets onto his stomach between your legs.

He kisses your inner thighs first, getting you used to the feeling of him that close to your heat, since this is a first for all of you.

You whimper at his touch, every kiss making your core tighten even more, “Denki please–“ you whine, head falling side to side against Shinsou’s chest, “n-need to cum again.. please!”

“Alright, alright!” Under any other circumstance he’d tease you for being so desperate, make you wait as long as possible before he gave you any sort of relief. But now’s not the time for that..

He takes a steadying breath as he lets his fingers finally touch your warmth, wishing he could savor it more than he’s able to at the moment. His thumbs pull apart your folds, remnants of your shimmery orgasm dripping from your cute little hole as it flutters for attention.

Shinsou already explained how the quirk seems to be leaving your body through your fluids, but the sight is still strange. Despite how badly he wants to taste you, he tries to avoid ingesting your slick just in case it could affect him as well. Instead, his mouth finds your clit and his tongue immediately starts to roll around the sensitive bud, sending much needed waves of pleasure straight to your core.

Your back arches against Shinsou’s chest, arms flying above you to grasp at his hair and neck - anything you can reach to steady yourself. The stimulation makes him grab your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he refrains from doing too much too fast.

He leans down to kiss at your neck, “This okay, princess?” You weakly nod your head with a whimper, not able to say much else when Kaminari’s flooding you with so much pleasure.

Every press of Shinsou’s lips against your skin leaves a lingering tingling sensation, like little bits of the burning in your core are being left just below each area of contact. It makes your breathing shallow, lips parted just enough to allow breathy moans and needy whimpers to slip past. Your fingers curl in his hair, dragging his head even closer to the curve of your neck, not wanting him to stop anytime soon.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks so sweetly, lips curled into a smirk against your neck at the effect he’s clearly having on you, “You like it when I kiss you like this?”

Your moans get a little louder at his questions, hips rocking against Denki’s face below you, chasing after your second impending orgasm. “Y-yes, ‘Toshi, s-so good!” Your other hand reaches down to tangle in Denki’s hair as well, tugging on the roots to pull his face even harder against your cunt, wanting to feel every flick of his tongue across your clit. “K-Kami, p-please make me cum! ‘M so fucking close--”

Hearing you beg has the blonde practically creaming his pants right there. He moans against your clit, only sending you spiraling even more as the vibrations rock through your core.

Shinsou can feel your stomach tightening, each contraction beneath his fingers making him grip onto you even more. “Let go, princess. Let Denki see you cum, just like I did.” His kisses trail up your neck to your jaw, and before you know it his fingers are turning your face until his lips hover just above yours.

“Cum.”

He isn’t using his quirk on you—he would never do that without your permission. But just the same, you obey. The command instantly sending you over the edge as you feel yourself let go, just like he instructed you to.

His lips crash onto yours the moment he feels your body start to peel away from his, the force of your orgasm making your legs shake and muscles contract. Your eyes shoot open at the unexpected kiss, but within moments you’re closing them again and melting into it. Your lips fit so perfectly between his, moans of pleasure just barely slipping through the cracks and echoing around your room as Kaminari watches you fall apart.

He has the perfect view from between your legs. Fingers still spreading you wide as he watches your entrance contract with your climax, more of the shimmery liquid pouring out and dousing the comforter below you. “Goddamn you’re so perfect..” he mutters, desperately wishing he could be lapping up everything he makes pour out.

His thumb lightly presses to your clit, rubbing in messy circles as you start to come back down. Finally he looks up at you, watching as you and Shinsou continue to lock lips, catching brief glimpses of your tongues tangling together. He can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at not being the first of the pair to kiss you, but at the same time he's glad for Shinsou.

“How’re you feeling, sunshine?” He tries to ignore how the sight of you two is making his cock that much harder, “Any better?”

You break away from your lavender friend, lips feeling a little swollen and tingly, and turn your half-lidded gaze down to the blonde. “‘S better.. but I can st-still feel it inside me..” You look between the two of them with the widest doe eyes they’ve ever seen, and suddenly both of them are putty in your hands.

“How much came out this time?” Shinsou asks, trying to treat the situation matter-of-factly rather than letting his emotions run wild.

“A fair amount. Looked just like you said it would.” Kaminari lets you close your legs again for now, but keeps his hand securely on your thigh, rubbing back and forth to try and soothe you as they talk. “Think we should.. uh- keep going until it's like.. normal?” He clears his throat, embarrassed at saying it so crudely, not daring to look at you right now.

Shinsou chews his cheek and nods, pulling you higher up into his lap until you’re practically straddling him, but still facing Kaminari. He tucks stray hairs behind your ear, wiping the sweat that’s clinging to your brow as Denki climbs even higher, sitting on his knees in front of you.

“Wha’d’ya say, Y/N?” Denki leans in and kisses your forehead, thumb caressing your cheek bone, and you can practically feel the tenderness in his touch. “Can ya keep going? We gotta get it all outta ya baby.”

You look into his golden eyes and see the same emotions that swirl behind Shinsou’s, your heart swooning just the same too. You press forward to kiss the blonde, feeling some of your mental fog lift and realizing the significance of what the three of you are doing right now.

Kissing Shinsou (not to mention the orgasms each man has already given you), has already drastically changed the dynamic between the three of you, so when would there ever be a better time to finally show them how you feel?

He wasn’t expecting you to kiss him though, freezing momentarily with a sharp inhale through his nose. But once his own daze clears, he deepens the kiss immediately. Holding your face in his hands, letting out the cutest little moans against your lips as he pours out years of pining into the kiss.

When you pull back, he’s got a dopey smile on his face and he’s breathing almost as heavy as you are. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time…“ The two of you smile at each other, Shinsou rolling his eyes, but with his own content smile on his face.

You shift in Shinsou’s lap, feeling his hardened erection pressing against the small of your back. He groans under his breath, trying unsuccessfully to stifle it with a cough. You pull your gaze away from Kaminari‘s and look over your shoulder at your partner, voice quiet and breathy, “‘Toshi, do you wanna fuck me?“ You bat your lashes at him, biting your lower lip and feigning innocence as you stare into his eyes, just as lavender as his hair.

Without hesitation, he groans out, “God yes. I do.“

Kaminari chimes in, feeling left out, “Hey! What about me?“ He grabs your hand and places it over the crotch of his pants, clearly straining from the obvious hard-on beneath your palm.

You yelp in surprise, facing forward again with a giggle and starting to rub your hand over his hardened bulge. “I want both of you… Wanna cum on both your cocks.“ Your cheeks flush bright red at the lewd statement as you try not to avert your eyes in embarrassment. The boys just look at each other, an unspoken agreement passing between them as they both suddenly attach their lips to opposite sides of your neck, two sets of hands now roaming your body.

You can’t tell who’s doing what, senses completely overloaded as they take turns groping your tits and rubbing at your clit. One of them tugs at your nipples, making you squeak and arch your back into the touch, while the other drags his fingers through your soaked folds and coats your clit in your own slick. “F-fuck, yes..!” You mewl, eyes closing as you tip your head back against Shinsou’s shoulder, forcing Kaminari to move his lips down to your chest.

Now that you’ve cum twice, you’re with it enough to actually enjoy being touched by them. While that burning ball is still settled in your stomach, it’s much smaller than before, and comparatively, almost feels nice given your current situation.

The blonde sucks along your collarbones, littering your perfect skin in bites as he makes sure to leave his mark on you. But soon he pulls away, the hands on your tits leaving with him as he slides off the bed to remove his sweats.

“Shin, you want top or bottom?” He calls nonchalantly, now lazily fisting himself and making sure to catch your reaction when your eyes drop to his length.

He’s pretty – there’s really no other way to describe it. His cock looks long and smooth, not too thick so that it’d hurt, with the pinkest tip you’ve ever seen. The way it swells as he fists himself makes you want to wrap your lips around it and listen to all the equally pretty noises he’d make for you.

“Let's let her choose.” Always the gentleman, Shinsou spins you around in his lap so you’re finally facing him. Without hesitation, your arms wrap around his neck as his find purchase on your hips, fingers lightly tapping on the bones as he asks you directly, “whose cock do’ya want first, princess?”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth in contemplation, thankful they’re letting you rest this long before continuing. “Gotta see your cock first, ‘Toshi. How else can I pick?” You jest, your tongue swiping out to lick your lips in anticipation. You shuffle down his lap until you can see the clear outline of his bulge in his hero suit, a little stain on the front from how worked up he’s secretly been.

Your fingers lightly brush across his crotch, cock twitching at the first sign of contact, making him groan. “Fuck.. take it out then, baby.” He goads right back, trying to maintain what little façade he has left.

Your fingers work to undo his uniform, Shinsou helping you along the way as he removes all his support items and takes off his shirt, everything tossed unceremoniously to the floor.

When you finally get his pants down, he bucks you forwards before you can even get a good look, pulling the fabric the rest of the way off. He sighs in relief as soon as he’s just as bare as you are, letting you sit back and enjoy the view.

Your mouth gapes open just enough to bring a smirk to Shinsou’s lips. “Like it baby?” He asks a little smugly, “‘s all yours. If you want it.” You watch as he languidly fists himself a few times, making it twitch when he lets it plop back against his abs.

“Mhm!” You hum enthusiastically, reaching forward to wrap your own hand around his shaft without even thinking to ask first — you’re just too excited.

Shinsou’s thick in comparison to Kaminari. Multiple veins snaking up from the base and branching off by the time they reach the tip, which is almost as purple as his hair - flushed and leaking with desperation. He feels heavy in your grasp, and you’d be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t already creaming for him.

His hand comes up to cup your neck, strong fingers pulling you in so his lips are right above yours again. His breath is hot and smells of the peppermint he likes to suck while on patrol, hitting your senses and making you feel even warmer than you already are.

He groans from your touch, “your little hand feels so fucking good on my cock, babygirl.” And then his lips are on yours, kissing you as you stroke his length between the two of you, Kaminari jacking off to the sight just a few feet away.

The blonde climbs back onto the bed, laying next to Shinsou and grabbing your free hand to wrap it around his own cock, which he’s already slicked up with his precum. Your palm easily glides up and down his shaft, the smooth, warm surface making you mewl against Shinsou’s lips.

“You like his cock too, baby?” Shinsou purrs, bucking into your hand and making you jostle in his lap. “Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours on it, then?”

You nod against his face, nuzzling your nose against his, “Will you help me feel good, ‘Toshi? Fill me with your cock?” He nods with you in return, smiling as he kisses you one more time and coolly replies, “‘Course, Princess” as if he’s doing you a favor and hasn’t been fucking his fist to the idea for years.

You climb off his lap, taking your place between Kaminari’s legs as Shinsou repositions himself behind you. The blonde can’t stay away from you for that long though, reaching down to grab your face and pull you up until his lips are on yours again. “Don’t leave me out, ‘kay? I want you just as bad as he does.”

He sounds as if he’s joking, but after all these years you can tell when he’s faking it. You cup his face just as tenderly, bringing your lips back down to his and letting your eyes close in content as you kiss him like you really mean it. Because, well, you do.

“I could never forget you, Denks.” You coo down at him, making his cheeks blush, “I want you just as badly. Promise.” You kiss his jaw, starting to trail your lips down his neck and to his collar bones, leaving marks similar to the ones he left on you. As you continue to kiss down his torso, your hand reaches beneath you to stroke his cock again, listening to his sweet groans of pleasure as he tries to maintain composure.

Finally your face is level with his cock, just as blushing as his cheeks and plenty slick with his precum. You keep your eyes on him as you press your lips to the base of his shaft, his breath hitching as he starts to brush the hair out of your face. You kiss your way up to the tip, now smiling to yourself at how sensitive he already is.

His hips jerk ever so slightly when your tongue swipes at his slit, finally getting to taste him and salivating even more once you do. You can see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, gripping the sheets as you continue to tease his length, and it makes you giggle. “Kami,” you say sweetly, “You can touch me.” You grab one of his hands, kissing the palm before bringing it to the top of your head, “Help me take all of you.”

You wrap your lips around his pretty pink tip, cheeks hollowed out as you start to suck, and your tongue swirling around his leaking head. You give him a little encouraging nod and finally feel him start to apply pressure to the back of your head.

He adjusts, running his fingers through your roots until he’s got a firm hold, helping guide you down his cock. He watches with lidded eyes as more and more of him sinks into your mouth, but when he feels himself hit the back of your throat he can’t help it anymore, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he moans, just enjoying the feeling of you sucking him off.

Shinsou’s been behind you, fisting himself to the erotic sight in front of him and groping your ass as it waves in the air. Once you’re in your rhythm with Kaminari, he spreads your ass, landing a harsh slap on one cheek and then the next, making you moan around Denki’s cock and wiggle your ass for more.

His lips curl into a smirk at how much you enjoyed that, doing it a second time and starting to see imprints of his hand left on your ass in bright red outlines. “Fuck you look pretty with my hands on you…” He groans, unable to help himself when he does it just once more, leaving his hands there this time so he can steady your ass and rut his cock between your cheeks.

You can feel the sheer weight of him behind you, making your pussy flutter in anticipation as he rocks his hips back and forth, dragging his shaft along your taint.

“Ready, babygirl? Gonna cum on my cock?” He taunts, lining up with your entrance and dropping a glob of spit onto his shaft, rubbing it in with two fingers. He hears you hum in response, earning a “fucking hell—!” from the blonde as he covers his face with his other hand, trying his hardest not to slam into your throat.

Shinsou takes that as a yes, pressing forward until he feels his swollen tip pop past your tight hole. He tries to stop, to let you accommodate the initial stretch, but it’s as if your cunt won’t let him. Your slick walls beckon him deeper, sucking him in farther than he initially meant to go until he was completely bottomed out and enveloped in your tight heat.

“Goddamn, princess—“ he practically gasps, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he takes in how incredibly perfect you feel, “never knew you’d feel this good!”

He instantly fills you up, your eyes going wide at first and then fluttering closed as he bullies his way completely inside. You’ve never been filled from both ends before, the sinfulness of it all feeding into your burning core and making you want more.

You pull off of Denki’s cock, much to his dismay, to look back over your shoulder at Shinsou. Lavender eyes meet yours, and all he can see is lust.

“Fuck me, ‘Toshi. I need it, please!”

He doesn’t have to be asked twice, pulling out just to ram back inside, filling you up over and over again. The drag of his thick cock along your walls has you moaning like a whore, struggling to get your mouth back on Kaminari.

“S-Sunshine—“ he cards both hands through your hair this time, gripping tightly to your roots as he lines up with your lips, “be a good girl ‘n open wide.”

You do as he says, unable to protest even if you wanted to, and the instant your mouth is open it’s being filled again by his cock.

He doesn’t hold back this time, thrusting up into your throat almost as hard as Shinsou’s fucking you from behind. It burns - the ache in your jaw combined with the repeated force of his tip slipping down the curve of your throat has tears welling in your eyes.

“That’s it— that’s fucking it. Cry for me, pretty girl. Let me see those beautiful tears as you choke on my cock.”

You’ve never heard Kaminari speak like that before, and Shinsou can immediately tell you liked it, your pussy gripping him like a vice. “Fuck man, she loves it!” He pants, eyes even more lidded than usual as his hips repeatedly meet yours, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust.

“Yeah? Always knew she’d make the perfect little whore f’us.” The blonde chuckles, unable to help the filthy words spilling from his mouth. But you love it: this side of him you’ve never seen before and the way they talk about you as if you weren’t currently being fucked raw by both of them.

Kaminari watches, completely in awe, as fat tears stream down your cheeks for him. His mouth suddenly feels dry as you maintain eye contact, and he can feel himself getting close to orgasm.

He holds your head down a few times, unable to breathe with your nose tangled in blonde tufts of hair at the base of his cock, choking and sputtering as you massage his shaft with your collapsing walls. Every time he does you cry even more, and he’s almost positive it makes him fall more in love with you with every passing second.

“Shit–“ he suddenly curses, voice thick with desperation, “‘don’ wanna cum yet–“ he pulls you off his cock, the two of you gasping - him from lack of stimulation and you from lack of air. He lets go of your roots, instead letting you rest your head against his abs to catch your breath as his cock twitches and throbs pathetically in front of your face.

He wants to cum so bad, but he’d never forgive himself if he wasted this opportunity to feel your velvety walls around him first. He gently strokes the hair out of your face, fingers lightly trailing down your cheek and jaw, “You’re my good girl now, ya know it?” He coos down at you, unable to keep his eyes off the look of pleasure deep set in your face.

You weakly turn your head to look up at him with a dopey smile, “Promise, Kami?” And slowly press forward on your knees to be closer to the blonde. He stares at you in disbelief with those bright eyes of his, struggling to contain the wealth of emotion he feels towards you right now. You see him swallow as he cups your face so tenderly, bringing your swollen, drool covered lips to his in a gentle kiss. “Promise.” He whispers for only you to hear, “You’ll always be mine.”

The admittance has your heart suddenly skipping beats, already beating faster than you’ve ever felt before. You’re barely able to nod at this point though, simply kissing him again as Shinsou shifts behind you to adjust to your new position over Kaminari’s body.

He slowed down a bit to allow you to move, but he can feel his balls starting to ache, tightening a little more with every thrust. He groans in frustration, not wanting to cum either - this moment being too precious to waste.

“Princess,” he pulls out incredibly slowly, both of you practically whimpering from the loss, “why don’t you let Kaminari have a go, yeah?” He helps you shuffle up and straddle Denki’s hips, pressing himself into your back and panting against your neck. “Wanna feel you cum on both our cocks,” he drawls in your ear, voice low and gravelly as he slips a hand around your waist and slides it down to your core, fingers rubbing circles on your clit, “Wha’d’ya say?”

It’s all you can do to nod, swallowing the lump in your sore throat as your hips rock back and forth along Kaminari’s shaft due to Shinsou’s ministrations on your clit. “Y-yes!” You start to moan but it’s interrupted by a gasp when he hits your clit just right, “P-please make me cum again!”

You lift your hips to line your dripping hole up with Kaminari’s tip, the blonde’s hands securely on your hips to help guide you onto his cock. You sink down, slowly at first, but when you realize how much deeper he can reach than Shinsou, you quickly sit the rest of the way down.

His cock easily presses into your cervix, making you see stars for a moment. “Oh fuck–!” You exclaim, rolling your hips to feel him brush along your sweet spots again, “K-Kami you’re s-so deep!”

He’s certainly not as thick as Shinsou, and doesn’t have the hefty veins his lavender counterpart does, but he makes up for it in length. Although, he can’t enjoy the compliments as much as he’d like to due to the way his brain is short circuiting for the second time today.

Your cunt feels better than he could’ve ever imagined, “fucking hell, your pussy’s so fucking hot around my cock—!” And the way you’re clenching from Shinsou’s fingers on your clit, sucking him in even deeper, isn’t helping him hold out. “Hitoshi, fucking make her cum, would ya? It’s killin’ me!”

Shinsou just laughs behind you, his free hand snaking up to grip beneath your jaw, turning your head to the side to kiss him again. His kiss is rougher than Kaminari’s was, but it still has butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “‘T-Toshi…” you moan into his mouth, making him grin even more.

“Sound so pretty moaning my name like that, princess. You love me that much?” He says it as a taunt, but when he feels you nod in agreement he suddenly can't keep up the act any longer, whispering lowly in your ear, “good, ‘cause I love you too, Y/N.”

The wave of pleasure that wracks through your body at hearing those words is more than enough to send you over the edge. Back arching against Shinsou’s chest once more, his fingers furiously working your clit as you squirt on Kaminari’s cock.

Shimmery fluid thoroughly coats the blonde’s abs as he curses from the sheer sight, nevermind the intense pressure around his cock as your walls try to milk him. His hold on your hips tightens, fingers digging in enough to leave bruises as he fixes his eyes on your cunt.

Your third orgasm starts out shimmery like the others, but towards the end he swears he sees it run clear. “Good girl!” He praises through ragged breath, “I think that was it baby. How d’ya feel?” His thumbs rub circles into your hip bones, trying to resist the urge to fuck up into you and chase his own orgasm, essentially edging himself for the second time.

You look down at him through lidded eyes, pupils blown into the shape of hearts as you feel the last dredges of the villain’s quirk leave your body. “It- worked-” you breathe between pants, chest heaving beautifully above him, “Thank you…” You look back over your shoulder to kiss Shinsou, lingering only for a moment so you can lean down and kiss Kaminari as well, “Thank you both.” Your voice is soft and you sound tired, but when your lips press to his you feel his cock twitch inside you and realize neither of them have cum yet.

“Boys,” you breathe after taking a steadying breath, “your turn.” You start to roll your hips again, making Denki groan as you reach behind you to find Shinsou’s cock and stroke him as well. They try to protest, wanting to be sensitive to you and how spent you must be, but you’re not having any of it. “Mm-mm,” You shake your head, “isn’t fair if you don’t get to too…”

Denki’s the first to quit his complaining, giving in to himself and bucking his hips to feel the drag of his cock along your heavenly walls, moans spilling half-hazardly from his lips as he curses the way he's overstimulated himself.

You look over at Shinsou, chin resting on your shoulder with his lips parted as he lets out precious little gasps from the feeling of your hand on his throbbing cock, just as desperate for relief as his blonde counterpart. “Toshi,” you kiss his temple, “you can fuck me too…”

His eyes flick open, head turning to look at you critically, as if he’s trying to determine if you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying. “You mean.. at the same time..?” You bite your lip and nod slowly. You know how badly you want to feel both of them at once, but wonder if your body can handle it…

Kaminari catches Shinsou’s question, his eyes going wide as his thrusts stutter, simply staring, “What? Are you for real?” You can hear the excitement and disbelief underlining his tone. He meets Shinsou’s gaze, the two of them immediately sharing a look that suggests they’ve definitely talked about doing this with you before, but never thought it’d actually happen.

You feel Kaminari still beneath you, fingers tapping at your hips and eventually trailing up your waist in anticipation, while Shinsou lines himself up behind you. His broad hand splays between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward until your chest is flush against Denki’s, “Be good f’us and stay still, baby. I’ll be gentle.. Promise.” You feel his hand trail down your spine until he’s cupping your ass again, spreading you open so he can watch as his cock lines up with Kaminari’s.

“Tell me if it’s too much…” He mutters, having a hard time focusing on anything other than the pressure he feels as he s l o w l y sinks in above Denki. Your walls hug the two of them together so tightly, making them both groan from their chests from the immense pressure.

“Holy-”

“Shit-”

They curse together, the drag of Shinsou’s cock along Kaminari’s more incredible than either one ever thought it would be.

Meanwhile, your mind’s gone blank, your legs numb as you try to accommodate his fat cock. You won’t lie - it fucking hurts. But you’d be fooling yourself if you didn’t admit how much you love it. The stretch, the pressure, the sting of being split open… all of it has your mind reeling as wanton moans and cries so liberally spill from your lips.

Kaminari can tell how intense this is for you, cradling your head into the curve of his neck, trying to help you find some sense of comfort as Shinsou continues to bully his way inside.

As soon as he bottom’s out, the three of you let out a collective sigh. “Can I move, princess?” You can feel both their cock’s throbbing within you, making you clench despite trying your hardest to stay relaxed.

“Mhm..” you hum tentatively, breath hot against Kaminari’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. He starts to pant, breathing picking up as you shift, drawing groans from both men.

Shinsou draws back out, just a few inches, before shallowly thrusting into you again. It’s incredibly slick, the slide of his cock almost relieving as he stirs your arousal, making more and more trickle down and coat their balls.

“I-I don’t know how long I can last like this…” Kaminari regretfully admits, looking up at Shinsou, who nods in agreement, “Fuck, me either-! …Y/N,” you feel his nails rake along your lower back, soothing you with gentle touches, “Where do you want us finish?”

They hold their breaths and wait, listening to your little whimpers as you take both their cocks at once, trying to think about your answer. The thought of either of them pulling out now has you shaking your head, “I-Inside,” you pant, both of their eyes going wide, balls tensing just at the thought, “Want it all inside. Please…”

“Always knew you’d be such a good girl f’us.” Shinsou coos, Kaminari wholeheartedly agreeing as he starts to move in opposition to his lavender counterpart.

The drag of both their cocks at once, sliding against one another and stretching your poor, abused hole, has you mewling in pleasure. The sting wearing off just as you feel their hips start to stutter, their breathing just as labored as yours.

Kaminari’s the first to let go, feeling his climax finally reach it’s peak as he tumbles over the edge in a slew of moans and curses, “F-fuck-- oh fuck, Y/N! ‘M gonna fucking cum.. holy shit ‘m gonna cum!” He can’t stop the words from repeating on a loop, sweet moans of your name filling your ears as you feel warmth start to creep into your belly again. But this time it’s from ropes of cum painting your walls, the sensation infinitely better compared to the villain’s quirk.

You’re not the only one feeling newfound warmth. Shinsou practically whines as he feels his cock get enveloped by his best friend’s cum, watching as it even starts to leak past your entrance and coat his base in a white ring. The sight’s too much for him, his orgasm quickly following, although much less vocal than the blonde’s.

He let’s go with a pained groan, falling forward to drape himself over your back, pressing kisses between your shoulder blades as he spills himself inside you. You can feel every ounce of his cum mix with Kaminari’s, letting it send you over the edge one last time.

Your fourth orgasm is weak. The smallest trickle of perfectly normal fluid flowing out of you as you simply cry into the crook of Denki’s neck. Shinsou heaves a deep sigh of relief when he sees for himself that you’re back to normal - safe - regardless of how spent you are now.

He slowly pulls out, not wanting to shock your system by going too fast, fighting back his own groan of protest as his cock slips out and hangs between his legs completely coated in cum.

Kaminari’s next, kissing your temple so sweetly as he lifts you off his own cock, feeling a flood of mess pour from your pussy and onto his pelvis. He doesn’t cast you aside though, instead letting you cuddle right on top of him as he wraps his arms around you protectively. “I love you. You know that, right?” He utters softly, lips never leaving your flushed skin.

“Yeah.. I know.” He can hear the small smile in your voice, but you’re clearly exhausted, “I love you too. ‘Nd ‘Toshi.”

Kaminari smiles at that, looking over your shoulder just in time to see Shinsou return with a handful of towels and warm washrags. The three of you clean up, the boys doing most of the work as they take turns holding you close, not trusting your ability to hold yourself up right now.

Minutes pass in silence, feeling like hours as the clock slowly ticks away. None of you wanting to be the first to speak and risk popping the bubble of intimacy you’ve so loved being encased in. But eventually, you find the courage to break the silence:

"Thank you guys.. for saving me." You're laid between the two of them, legs entangled and arms crossing over each other.

Denki laughs, Shinsou chuckling with him, "Of course. How could we pass up an opportunity like that?" The blonde snickers as you smack his chest, pretending to scold him for being so crass.

"I'm serious!" You cry out, although your stern tone is interrupted by a giggle, giving away your true feelings.

"We know you are," Shinsou chimes in, turning on his side to wrap an arm over your waist, "I think we all needed this though.. so thank you, for trusting us."

Kaminari falls silent, nodding in genuine agreement as he turns towards you as well, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Yeah, Y/N, thank you."

Pink dusts your cheeks as you look between your two roommates, knowing nothing's ever going to be the same from here on out. But not one part of you regrets that.

"Maybe we should downsize...?" You sheepishly remark, biting back the smile on your lips, "To a one-bedroom?"

They exchange looks, smirking together as they kiss your cheeks at the same time, giving you your answer.

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