being in a polycule with toshinori, hizashi, and shota; the first date ♡
characters: all might x present mic x eraserhead x reader contains: established allerasermic; a bit of fluff; first date; smut; jealous allerasermic; possessive hizashi; hickeys; below-the-table pussy play; sweet toshi; mentions of toshinori’s ‘first time’ in public; grinding; edging?; dom!hizashi; dom!shota; sub!toshi; sub!reader
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shota and hizashi were already a couple. they came across toshinori, and after a few months, they asked him if he wanted to be in a throuple with them
polyamorous relationships require trust, clear communication and boundaries, and they all did their best to be good partners to each other
then, at the beginning of the semester, you were introduced to the ua staff as the new school counsellor
you were someone that all students felt safe to confide with, regardless of their year or class. you frequently communicate with all the teachers, and some of them even turn to you for advice
toshinori was the first one who (unknowingly) fell for you. he made you bento boxes, thanking you for helping with the students.
it made shota jealous. hizashi was just observing at first, seeing how it would all work out.
hizashi was open to adding another person to the relationship as long as everybody agrees. it pissed shota off even more.
hizashi tells toshinori that shota hates everyone at first. he needs some time to understand how he really feels towards a person.
you continue to be friendly with shota even if he's prickly
what pisses him off even more is that you're so good with the kids. they all talk so fondly of you and they squeeze into your tiny office during breaks.
shota hates how much respect he has for your impact to the kids. god knows how much they need a proper mental health professional in this school, especially those who were in hero classes.
he also hates that you work alone. no assistant, and no other staff member can aid you because of the confidentiality required by the nature of your work.
toshinori continues to give you bentos. shota corners you in your office to corner you, lecturing that you’re like his boyfriends, that you shouldn’t be this workaholic
and you tell him it’s for the kids
but shota continues to rant
“you can’t take care of others if you can’t take care of yourself properly. it’s eight in the evening, the classes were over hours ago, and you’re still here doing paperwork—”
“it’s been hours since the classes ended, so what are you still doing here?” you asked calmly.
shota was frustrated by your gentle voice, your kind eyes, and how terribly close you were to him after he cornered you to the wall
flustered, he left, coming home to his blonde boyfriends sitting on the couch. toshinori looked a bit anxious, while hizashi just had a knowing smile. “well?”
then tomorrow comes, and you find your usual bento from toshinori, but this time, there’s also your favorite sweets, and a copy of your favorite album
shota comes around to help you with some of the paperwork. at least, with the stuff that won’t bypass the students’ privacy.
hizashi visits your office once in a while when you’re not doing a session with the students, cheering you up by yapping nonstop, or listening to music with you, whichever one you need at the moment.
by the end of the week, they tell you that they’re dating each other, and they want to ask you out. of course, you agree.
but the date went terribly wrong when the waiter ended up hitting on you constantly. the poor guy thought it was a friend group date.
hizashi had the thinnest patience among them. halfway through dinner, you excused yourself to fix your makeup. hizashi followed you to the bathroom.
“don’t reapply your lipstick just yet,” he said, his usually loud and shrill voice now low and husky with you. hizashi approached you from behind, slowly covering your hips with his hands.
“may i?” he asked, his lips ghosting over your skin, his hot breath making your own breath hitch. you nodded, suddenly unable to speak. hizashi shook his head dispprovingly.
“use your words,” he whispered. fuck. “yes, hizashi. please.”
he kissed your neck slowly, sucking on your skin, his teeth gently tugging and biting, marking you up for everyone to see. then he kissed you lovingly, letting the remnants of your lipstick stain his mouth.
“you may fix your makeup now,” he smiled, pecking your cheek before leaving. hizashi didn’t bother cleaning his face as he went back to your table.
you came back, your cheeks flushed red as you occupied your seat beside shota and toshinori.
you then felt fingers gently prying your thighs open. “may i?” shota looked calm while eating his meal, his other hand busy teasing your inner thighs. you gave him a subtle nod, and his fingers inched closer to its goal.
toshinori caressed your knees and gave you a shy look. his younger boyfriends were definitely bold. he’d know that, of course. hizashi and shota basically gave him a handjob on their first date, and toshinori told them afterwards that it was his first time.
when shota felt your panties, he glared at hizashi. “you prick. you didn’t tell her to remove her panties?”
your cheeks went even more red as shota’s finger moved beneath your underwear. you whined softly, and toshinori kissed your forehead. “we can stop anytime you want, sweetheart.”
“oh, she won’t ask to stop. dirty girl’s getting wet by us pawing at her in public,” hizashi muttered.
shota smirked as he played with your pussy, his fingers getting drenched by your wetness. “who knew you’d be this filthy?” he asked as he slowly rubbed your clit.
your thighs squeezed around him. you were burying your face in toshi’s chest as shota’s fingers went faster. you can feel yourself slowly coming apart, and then—
“god, their oyster is phenomenal,” shota said, pulling his fingers away and licking them while looking at you before eating an oyster.
“we’ve learned our lesson with toshi right here. big guy didn’t tell us how much he cums,” hizashi chuckled. toshinori blushed and looked away. “thank god the staff didn’t recognize us as heroes. i’ll miss their pasta though. their alfredo is especially creamy.”
shota gave a soft chuckle. “toshi’s much creamier than that,” he said.
toshinori coughed up blood, and that was your cue to ask for the bill. the waiter stopped flirting with you when he saw your hickey-filled neck.
on your way home, toshinori had you on his lap in the backseat. shota and hizashi watched through the mirror how you were both whining and desperately grinding at each other.
“you’ll make me cum in my pants, darling girl...” toshinori whimpered as you kissed him. “i’m so wet, please, just fu—”
“hey, no fucking,” shota yelled, his quirk activating as he glared at the both of you. hizashi pressed on the gas, making the car go even faster. “just keep putting on a nice show for us. be good and you’ll get a reward once we get home.”