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gay asf, i’m still working on my threesome writing so this is all your getting for now unfortunately. part2? kinda? of my singular kinktober post ft. the cuck chair but yeah some denki x sero x reader filth for your dash more to come soon…

mdni

“you took your sweet time didn’t ya.”

denki’s voice sounds raw and defeated.

honestly though, who could blame him. i mean really, you’ve put him through the ringer. it feels like decades have passed since earlier this evening when you had cornered him against the kitchen counter and spewed filth into his ears until he gave in and dropped to his knees right there on the cold linoleum floor to eat your pussy.

and since then you haven’t let up, haven’t given him a minute to catch his breath.

but he’s a people pleaser through and through. especially when it comes to you.

you and hanta.

so when sero had asked, told denki, over the phone to wait for him, to not try and handle you in your current state all by himself.

the blonde had listened.

fifteen torturous minutes of feeling your slick walls flutter around him, because you didn’t want him to pull out yet. fifteen minutes of overstimulated tears building in his water line as he presses soft kisses against the back of your neck, your shoulder, all down your back, murmuring gently into your skin, that hanta would be home soon and he’d sort you both out.

so when the man of the hour finally steps into their bedroom, it takes all denki has in him to not fully collapse into your body and beg sero to take them both.

hanta sero, of course, has had a half chub growing in his pants since the second he had heard denki’s voice down the phone.

and the sight of the two of you, absolutely spent, absolutely wrecked. both of your bodies gleaming with sweat and your own juices smeared across the back of your thighs, across the bottom half of denki’s torso.

shit.

the things he could do.

he could probably ask you guys to do anything and you’d equally enjoy it.

so…

“get up.”

“i—what?”

hanta can see both of your bodies tense at the sound of his voice. both your legs trembling. shaking.

“you heard me,” hanta scoffs meanly, he’s trying to be serious, to be hard and domineering. he’s doing alright for now, but sero will probably crack in a few minutes. “get up.”

and denki, like the people pleaser he is, complies.

shaky legs detach from yours, as denki musters up whatever strength he has left. his breathing is haggered and he lets out a whimper when his cock slips out of you. he's pink all over. overstimulated to the max, he'd do anything right now for a taste of relief.

you whine, not loud, but bratty enough that both men snap their eyes towards you. and you burn under the attention, under both pairs of pupils that dilate when you pout softly.

hanta tuts, his eyes still on you as denki slowly makes his way towards the other guy. nothing needs to be said at this point, all you can do is lower your head back into the pillow that's half soaked in your own drool, and wait for your turn.

the sound of the two of them ringing in your ears, denki's soft footsteps padding along the floor, hanta's snickers echoing in the bedroom.

"look at you," hanta sighs heavily at the state of the blonde. bitten, raw. sensitive. he catches denki before he can stumble, one hand on his bare shoulder, one hand on the small of his back.

denki is breath-taking like this. glassy eyed, flushed cheeks.

hanta can't help but lean in and capture blonde's pink soft lips with his own. they both melt. denki's knees practically cave in as he falls deeply into hanta. his hands gripping the the curly ends of his dark hair, his heart buzzing in his chest.

"all worked up, hmm."

he smiles teasingly into denki's lips. he can taste you on him.

he walks denki backwards, hands still furiously gripping at each other, teeth gnashing at each others lips, swallowing each other's breath. hanta keeps moving, moving until the back of denki's knees brush against something solid, and then he realises.

"no—w-wait, i'm—i can still—”

but hanta silences him with his slow soothing lips that pepper against denki's neck, "i know, i know," as he sucks bruises around the blonde's collarbone. "but why don't you let me take over for a minute, yeah?" it doesn't sound like a question and denki's body is weak to the instruction. "just sit down for a second, okay, you can touch yourself if you want to sweets, i'm not gonna stop you."

and denki folds like a wet paper towel onto the chair that was placed in the corner of the bedroom for this exact purpose.

How bad is it that every time I hear/see/remember Merlin's big finale speech, as he goes "Some men are born to plow fields" I ALWAYS expect there to be someone who continue it with "I was born to plow you, Arthur. And I wouldn't change a thing."

... BC you know that's exactly what Arthur was HOPING to hear but alas.

Alas.

And yes this has been my reaction since Christmas Eve 2012, I've got problems, I know, thanks.

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