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Contains: Mature content, oral sex, edging, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, female reader
            You woke up with the most splitting headache ever known to man and groaned, rolling over to the edge of your bed. Surprisingly, your blankets were all wrong, and the edge was much closer than you anticipated. With a yelp, you found yourself falling, disoriented, but strong arms caught you. You pressed your eyebrows together, confused as hell. You softened when you looked up and were met with the messy hair and ruggedly sexy facial hair of your best friend. He looked like he had stayed up all night, bleary-eyed, but currently entirely focused on you.
            "S-shota? What are you doing here? Huh?â you practically yelped, struggling to your feet on your own, pushing away. You swayed dizzily, took a couple stumbled steps, and Mic came from outside the open door after hearing the commotion to help steady you with a guiding hand. You took a couple of breaths, and looked around. Realizing you were all but clinging to Hizashi, you loosened your grip on the poor man. You were in their apartment! What exactly had transpired last night? You tried to recall, but the only thing you could feel was the headache, and you pressed a finger to your temple to massage it. Surely, they wouldnât have done this to you. You put the thought far from your mind.
            âIâm going to go get her a glass of water. Be right back.â Aizawa got up from his chair and carefully brushed past you, hardly making any contact so as to not disturb you any further, looking away.
            âRight⊠thanks,â you replied uncertainly.
            âSit down, you know you're safe with us here, babe,â Mic said quietly, with a softness you weren't sure he could give his voice, pressing you gently back down into the mattress in a sitting position, leaning against him for support. He really did have the most striking eyes, unique in their color and pattern, the intensity throwing you off. You could almost imagine yourself staring into those eyes with a giggle as you kissed him.
            The thought took you by surprise, but 99% of the time, he was wearing his heavily golden-tinted glasses, so you could hardly say you even really had known his eye color before, except for maybe a few times when he peered over. Here at his own house, you supposed it must be a different story.
            You never really took the opportunity to consciously become this close in proximity before, enough to notice smaller details like that. You normally tended to sit next to Eraser when the three of you were together; not that you disliked Yamada. Thatâs just the way things were for ages, and why change what was working?
            So here, with his body against yours, the feeling was very evident. Despite the large leather jacket, his warmth was undeniable in the cold room. âWhoah, sorry,â he said, inching back away from you with hands in the air in innocence, noticing your gaze.
            âDon't be, itâs fine,â you dismissed, thinking nothing of it.
            He studied your face from the distance, squinting as if he could determine more about your thoughts than you could.
            âDo you remember anything about what happened last night, doll?â
            You were used to how the man tossed out nicknames like puns, so you didn't give him any reaction, despite if the circumstances were different, maybe a cute term of endearment would be nice.
            In some ways, you were glad that he brought yesterday up, as you had no idea if you were supposed to remember, but also, you didn't want to complain. You were back at their apartment for the first time in what seemed like forever. âNo,â you admitted, âI have no clue.â
            âNot a⊠single thing?â he questioned, shooting a look up at the door, as if expecting Aizawa to berate him at any second. You fumbled your hands together anxiously, and in response, he waved his hands around in shame. âNo, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you stress, you just said some things that I wasn't quite sure if you meant in the moment, but I wanted to know⊠ah, nevermind,â he trailed off, giving you a sad smile, his mustache quirking up, clearly disappointed at your answer but accepting it nonetheless. Shit. What had you done last night to wind up fucked up in their bed?
            âSorry, Hizashi. I really don't know. But whatever happened, I'm grateful you two helped me through it.â You hesitantly reached out for his hands, knowing the touch was foreign, holding them in your own, making sure to maintain eye contact. His mouth opened slightly, as if to object, to comment on your caress, but unusually for him, he stayed absolutely quiet. âTruly, you've always been there for me. You and Shota. I'm sorry if I don't make it that clear all the time, but you mean the world to me as well, Yamada, and-â
            With a brief lunge, he cut you off, kissing you straight on the lips, rough and messy. His lips quivered with uncertainty. A thrill went down your entire body, but was this wrong? You hadn't intended to end in a confession; how did he know your feelings for him? It was all so sudden. You hardly had a second to react before he pulled away with a breathy exhale, clearly deciding he had acted wrongly. Seeing you frozen, he got up nervously, head against his hand. He pulled his glasses back on over his eyes- to hide? Was he... trembling?
            âShit, sorry, I think I must have terribly misread the situation. Huge no-no on my part. I'll go now. Toodles!â He pointed exaggeratedly out of the room, scrambling to leave, his persona covering the sadness that has been apparent in his expression seconds prior.
            You grabbed his hand, and he looked back down at you in surprise, clearly waiting for you to explain yourself nervously. What could you say? What should you say in response? Was this not the very thing that had been nagging at you horribly for a week at this point, and secretly been in the back of your head for years? So, you did the one logical thing you could think of to fix the tension, and pulled him down, stumbling into another kiss. This was different than the first, no hesitation on either end. Each of you with want and need demanding to be satisfied. Your lips moved together perfectly, as if they were made to do the action. Your mind wandered back to that day at the bar when the two men you cared for had accidentally kissed, how envious you had been of the passion. That was exactly what you were getting now, everything you had wanted. Except- shit. Yamada had a boyfriend. How had you ignored that fact?
            âWhat about-â you started, but Hizashi cut you off with another kiss that you struggled away from.
            âSho is more than fine with it,â he whispered in affirmation, twining your hair around his fingers. You could feel yourself blushing.
            Your deepest fantasies coming true after one night of who-knows-what? More than fine with it? Your brain almost shut down at the thought. Could you let this happen? You trusted the two of them with your life, of course you would. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?
            âOkay,â you relented. "Okay." -and with that word, you gave up the life you knew, looking for something new with the two of them.
            As your kisses got deeper, you couldn't help but notice the highly upturned twist of his lips smiling dopily against you. âHizashi, you're so damn cute,â you murmured against him.
            âI'm trying not to shout for joy, to be totally clear,â he admitted. You giggled, and looked up at him. Those greenish yellow eyes softly looking up at you with such pure intensity, it made you shudder. They darted down, his smile faltering with thought, just for a millisecond, before returning to your own. However, you were quick to notice, especially when it clicked in your head why he had glanced down. Oh. He had looked down at your dress, which had all but ridden up to your panties. You had been too preoccupied with him to even notice until now, but you're currently sure he hadn't been. The way he gripped against your thigh ever-so-slightly, along with the way his smile was wavering, made it clear what his focuses were on. With his hand so high up your leg, you couldn't deny the heightened awareness of the way your undergarments were rubbing against your womanhood. Everything, each little sensation, was heightened, more, with him.
            âAre you thinking what I'm thinking?â you whispered, âbecause I really don't want to ruin this moment.â
            âHow many years have I waited? Listen in, I absolutely am.âÂ
            Your lips found his with a newfound greediness, and he gripped your inner thigh in a caress, kneading the skin up and up and up, until your breath hitched at how close he was. âIs it too much? I can-â
            âHizashi, I need this. I've been wet since we started kissing forever ago,â you huffed.
            âWhelll, don't have to tell me twice!â
            He slid his fingers against your waistband before pressing against your drenched underwear in delight, a devilish smirk across his face, drawing closer to your heat. Without taking his eyes off you, he pulled your panties down with a sinfully wet noise. You would have crossed your legs in insecurity, but you were too mesmerized. Fuck, you had never had any idea you'd be so absolutely transfixed like this by his gaze. You wanted his eyes on you while you fucked, and that face was undeniably hot. Unlike any you had ever seen.
            He looked down to what was before him like a starved man who had just been presented with a feast, and couldn't help but lick his lips as he adjusted your legs over his shoulders, every moment calculated and drawn out. As he spread your legs, you felt the heavy slick drag down your folds, no doubt visible to him. You tentatively wound his hair around your fingers, which was surprisingly silky when it wasn't all gelled up. He lightly bit your inner thigh, and you tensed up, but he soothed with a lick and a kiss as he undid his belt and started to palm himself with needy motions, jerking his hips up to meet his hands with exhaled breaths. A tightness entered your chest at the sight of one of your best friends so pent up at the thought of you, demanding to be quelled. How many nights had you already stayed awake, wickedly imagining sinful things like this? But now- it was a reality.
            With one hand, he spread you open for him to take in the sight, and he breathed against you, a centimeter away. Moaning, he dove in, dropping his boxers and starting to fist his already-dripping cock- and what a perfect size it was. He lapped at your pussy before latching onto your clit. The sensation was new but not unwelcome, the way he mainly sucked instead of just using his tongue an unusual technique, but you couldn't deny how good it felt.
          âOh, Hizashi, you always were special, hmm?â you all but moaned, motivating him to pick up the pace. He trailed his mouth down to your cunt, glistening with how ready it was to be used. He spread your folds again, working his way down from your clit, then tonguing your pussy; prodding at the entrance. It was all you could do to not start begging for him to speed it up, with how your insides were throbbing for him. Despite how well he was doing, you needed rougher, harder- more.
           The door to the apartment banged open, and you hurriedly pulled your dress down by instinct, but also couldn't help an unhappy expression from being interrupted. You were seconds from getting what you so desperately needed.
            Hizashi seemed hardly phased, and lovingly tutted at you, and pulled the fabric back up to your waist, continuing his diligent task. You started squeezing harder with your thighs around his head with a bit of trepidation. If anything, he became more ferocious with his attacks on your body, and you couldn't help the way he made you twitch in response to the movements. Footsteps could be heard right outside the door, and you resigned yourself to your fate, covering your blushing face with a hand, trying not to make a sound and failing miserably at how well Mic was pleasing you.
         âCâmon, lemme hear ya more, listener,â he murmured into you, clearly irritated at how you were attempting to silence yourself.
          âSorry, we were out of medicine so I had to go to the local gas-â Shota started, his eyes on the floor, but stopped both his words and feet the second they had happened to flick up, and seen the sinful scene before him. You shyly looked through your hands, sure he was examining every detail of your reddened face and open legs. Mic's head and your skirt hardly covered anything at this point. Shota was carrying a water bottle, heating pad, and some medicine, which was undoubtedly for your headache, freshly out of the plastic bag in his other hand. Did he just buy those for you? A pang of guilt thumped in your stomach. You'd have to be appreciative and show just how much that meant to you, but... at the moment, you were too preoccupied to think about it much. Hizashi placed another sloppy kiss on your pussy with a squelch, and you knew damn well Eraser saw the reaction written on your face, along with hearing the damning noise.
            Shotaâs brows furrowed together in an utterly confused and surprised expression, trying to process what was going on before him. If he wasn't carrying the items, you were sure that he would have his hand on his temple, his version of a face palm. There was no horror or anger being his gaze, only a mild annoyance.
           Eventually, the man sighed. ââZashi, are you serious?â he said, exacerbated.
           âDeathly,â the reply came, without a hint of Hizashi's typical joking manor, his multi-ringed eyes looking up at you in that pathetically sweet way only he could, kissing up your stomach with tiny nibbles. You couldn't decide what was hotter: him actually performing sexual deeds on you, or him being a tease.
         âWhy do I even tryâŠâ the jaded man said, but you could already tell that seeing you in such a state was already having an effect on him. His eyes roved up and down your body greedily, flickering from your face to your boobs to the puddle you and Mic had already started to create on their bed.Â
          âSheâs an adult, Sho, she can tell us what she can and canât handle,â he replied calmly.
          âHell. Well I'll be damned, never in all my years would I think I'd come back to find you already like this.â He put the items down neatly on the chair in the corner, and leaned against the doorway with a smirk.
            âDon't worry babe, we've just barely gotten started without you. Just about got her⊠prepped,â his voice dropped dangerously low, his fingers lowering with his speech.
            The words sent a thrill up your spine. Did Hizashi think Shota would want to join in? It was a lot for your first time with them, but clearly you had all kept your affections a secret for long enough. Why not indulge?
             Shota made no clear inclination of entering the bedroom, but also seemed in no hurry to leave. He all but rolled his eyes with a grunt as he looked down at the effects watching the two of you had on him, a solid tent in his pants. There was no question of the outline, thicker than you'd ever seen against the black sweats. You gulped down with a huff, realizing your thoughts had started to wander to fantasies despite the fingers pressed against you.
           Eraserhead developed a wicked grin upon seeing you paying so much attention to him as he ever-so-slowly slipped his own hand down into his slacks to start palming his length. Although, his gaze turned quickly to Mic, and before you could realize why, you nearly hissed at the sensation of an intrusion. Hizashi kissed against you, stealing away the pain of the pressure as two of his fingers dipped into you, and you moaned into the kiss while the other hand dipped under your dress, fondling your chest, by now which had grown sensitive. It was intense, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
            He didn't ask anymore, he took what he had wanted for years. His fingers thoroughly entered and exited you, fully up to the knuckles and down to the pads of his fingertips a few times before finding the area that kept you clenched around him.
         âThat the spot, hun?â He kissed the words into your ear, and you didn't reply- other than your heavy breathing. You let your body do the talking, undeniably squeezing around his fingers now, every time he slipped against the spot. He squeezed one of your nipples slightly in a kneading motion, and went back to his strike upon your lips. They vibrated against yours, with hints of his quirk when he seemed unable to control the noises he made. Fingering you, he pressed you down with his body into the bed, where you were met with a firmness you wouldn't expect from the blankets. Hizashi continued his kiss, and without vision, you reached back to figure out the confusing large blanket lump, and felt toned stomach muscles- Eraser. In your distraction, you hadn't noticed his movement.
        Hizashi had pressed you into his boyfriendâs lap. He broke the kiss, pushing his chest against yours, jacket long forgotten on the floor. He rested his chin against your shoulder, continuing to finger you as Shota took his face in his own hands. You could feel his breath against your ear as he chuckled and kissed Yamada. He removed his hand from under your upper dress and gripped onto his boyfriend, the kiss needy and youthful and everything the three of you had missed out on for so long. Hizashiâs hand thrust up to his knuckles in you, growing messy with his thoughts on Aizawa. The gasp that came out of your mouth as he hit deeper was certainly not unnoticed, however, because he soon added another finger gently. It was a real stretch, every movement now noticeable, every drag against your g-spot nearly unbearable.
         With the sounds of the men still making out in your ear, you couldn't help but whimper, huff, slide back, and squirm at the feeling of the heat starting to build up in your lower stomach. Mic certainly knew his way around pressing buttons, both literally and figuratively. Noticing your sudden tenseness around him, Hizashi broke away from Aizawa and looked back at you, at the same time you finally noticed what was directly under your lap. With Micâs hand out of you, you automatically focused on the feel of Shotaâs body against you. One hand held your waist. His bare chest was against your back, and his pants were down to his knees. Which meant- that his cock was just barely prodding against your entrance. Now that your attention was on it, and the DJ was no longer in the way, the tip was nearly pressing into you. Your breath caught at the feeling, so close to spearing you and stretching you out. He was long, and undeniably thick.
        Hizashi quietly slid your dress up above your head, and you were too far in to complain or note the indecency. He whistled as your tits bounced out of the fabric, and smeared the slick from his digits around Aizawa, who tensed up and grasped your waist more firmly at the feeling of the wetness on his dick. He positioned his manhood between your upper thighs, and rubbed you against his length in a way that made you feel little more than a toy, coating himself with your wetness, plunging in and out of your folds, against your clit, then back to your hole. You let out a whine at how much of a tease he was being, just ever so slightly pressing himself in before rubbing his dick down your clit instead. Yamada just sadistically smiled up at your tormented expression, dropping his own pants entirely to stroke himself.
         Shota tapped his dick once more into you, just a centimeter this time. A millimeter more and heâd really be in you, stretching you out. Oh, it was torture to be so close and so wet! You could smell his signature fresh coffee scent, mixed with something manly.
          âWhatâs the matter, cat got your tongue?" Shota chuckled. "If you want something, princess, you're going to have to ask for it,â he mocked with a lighthearted tone.
           âEraser⊠please, I'm ready,â you said, squirming against him, and he let out a breathy huff as you almost got your way, pressing down onto him, but he held you up and stopped you, squeezing you almost painfully for the movement, his firm muscles making it obvious there was no point in trying again.
          âWhat was that, kitty? You said you think you're ready for me?â he continued to tease.
          âSho, please, I need it,â you begged. No sooner were the words out of your mouth than his lips were against your jawline, peppering kisses against you as he stroked himself a few times, lining up right with your hole, and he let your pussy sink onto him. The sound that followed from his throat could only be described as a tight strained sigh, the kind you only get when you finally get to take a warm bath after a long day.
          Yamada had one hand pumping his own length, the other pressed hard up against your clit, tightening the skin so he had a perfect view of Aizawaâs huge dick being constricted by your muscles. He was so heavy and thick and full in you. You couldn't imagine how it all fit, but it did. You took a shuddering breath as the tip undoubtedly lodged itself against your cervix. It was all fully in you, all yours. âDamn Sho, she took your cock so well⊠so perfectly.â
        Every other second, you could feel Eraser throbbing in you, engorged with blood, clearly incredibly turned on. You couldn't deny it, the same was happening with you, and you felt yourself pulsing back around him in return.
            Ever so gently, he pressed down and up on your hips, gaining the slightest bit of friction on himself with a particularly large beat against your g-spot as Hizashi started rubbing his fingers in circles around your clit, nullifying the discomfort from the stretch. Aizawa pulled himself out just enough to the point where you were squeezing around him the hardest, and he backed out a centimeter, pushed in a centimeter in a petrifyingly pleasurable rhythm right against where you needed it most. With him pounding into you so perfectly, and Yamada licking his thumb before pressing loops against you, you felt that tightness and warmth bundling up deep inside yourself, intensifying with every second. âI-Iâm gonna cum,â you admitted to them with a whimper, when the pressure was nearly unbearable.
         Shota swatted Micâs hand away, and buried himself in you fully. You nearly yelped at the suddenness, your high floating away from you to your annoyance, but also you were too busy getting roughly fucked to say anything. He pressed his own fingers to your clit, rough, slow drags that kept you on edge. Your face contorted in the mixture of pleasure and irritation. Hizashi was clearly also edging himself, having slowed down his own pace to match the way Eraser toyed with your clit.
         âPoor Yamada still hasn't even gotten his dick wet though, and after trying so hard to get you ready. Just⊠doesn't seem fair,â he reasoned. Oh.Â
          You craned your face back to look at Shota, and he pulled you in for a kiss. It was a deep promise, like he was telling you he was here for you however you needed. Just like that forgotten prom night with him in the car all those years ago. âGood girl,â he whispered.
           You felt a twinge and flutter in your chest as he slid out, but continued to occupy your mouth, kissing gently but firmly against it, not wanting to let go. With his other hand, he spread the lips between your legs wide for Mic, who was quick to take the cue. You moaned into the kiss as you felt Hizashiâs tip prick into you. âThat's it. Just focus on how good it feels love. You're ours,â Aizawa reassured you with another kiss.
           Yamada slipped inside, and although Shota was clearly bigger, he was still decently sized, and your body let out a shudder when his balls pressed against your ass, as far in you as he could. He gathered your thighs over his kneeling legs, and rutted deep into your dripping cunt with a grunt. Shota pressed a hand over his own cock, steadily squeezing and twisting it up and down, watching and holding you down onto Hizashi.
           As both you and Mic were already so close to the edge, it was no surprise when he started gasping and stilling himself in you, squeezing your thighs and kissing your tits. âDarling, do you mind if we⊠if I,â he trailed off, unable to continue the sentence. âIf... fuck- you feelsosogood.â He continued his thrusts, lazily opening one eye and peering down to where your bodies connected. He stilled, frozen for a moment. âAlmost- mmph, lost itthere. God, Iwanna... wannacuminyou,â he muttered.
             âT-then do,â you replied.
              He looked up at you in wonder, despite how heavy they seemed with his pleasure, as if not quite believing his ears. âYou really mean it? Thereâs -ungh, no going back after that, yeah?â
               âYou heard her Yamada, you talk too much. Are you going to give the pretty lady what she wants or not?â Shota chided, his large hands still wrapped around himself, fiercer than before.
              âItâs ânnugh, so damn hard not to, Sho,â he whispered, almost strangled. Hizashi looked up at you, and saw how close you were to coming undone as well, how your eyes reflected his own need like a mirror. You pulled him into a kiss as he pumped in you a few more times, trembling, rubbing your clit before pistoning into you with a shuddering moan, then fucking his seed deep into you in a warm release. He never broke the kiss, but he grew stiller against your lips, and you know what happened. You kissed him through his high, and he melted into you, resting against your shoulder as he stopped in you.
            âNo, n-no, I c-canât take anyâŠmore. That's en-enough.â Shota pulled his hand back away from Hizashiâs base, which he had apparently been continuing to stimulate through the orgasm. Yamada slowly pulled out with another shudder, and flipped down next to the two of you. âFuck, that was great. Fucking great.â He took a couple breaths to calm himself, splaying out to cool off. You turned your attention to the other man as his deep voice sent shivers down your entire body.
                âYou did so well, you were so patient, princess, you want your reward now?â Aizawa whispered in your ear, holding the back of your neck. Not giving you a moment to reply, he fisted himself once more before he stuck his heavy cock back into your body, and you seethed at the suddenness.
            With Hizashiâs cum coating your insides, he slid right in despite his size. Done with messing around, he drew his rough digits over your clit once again, starting slow but increasing the intensity, slowly fucking up into you. His other hand moved, grabbing and groping bits of your soft flesh. With his consistency, he truly was a pro, and he had you positioned just perfectly against his chest, so that every inch he moved felt like heaven in you. The pressure pulled and pushed on you, and you huffed once more at the tightness. Undoubtedly, he had felt you squeezing against him, because he just chuckled and kissed against your neck, which left you warmer than before. Everything was so warm.Â
          âShota, Iâm close,â you said, flopping your head against his chest.
           âMe too.â He gripped your waist tighter, his thrusts growing sloppier, but continuing to care for your clit with meticulous precision. He throbbed extra hard in you and groaned, pushing you down on him fully as he spurted his cum inside you. It was just enough to send you over the edge as well, his twitching against you just amazing, filling you up just how you needed it.
            You clenched around him and he let out another moan, this time too uncaring to try and suppress it, your orgasm giving new sensation to his.
            âSho, fuck- âZashiâŠâ you cried out as he squeezed your tits and pounded into you a few more times, your words bringing him back to his thoughts of you. You couldn't help but close your eyes as the wave of pleasure hit you, so above anything with the dual stimulation.
            "You said my name too, you're so sweetâŠ" Hizashi ran his hand up your thigh and left a few kisses on your side. Shota stilled entirely inside you and flopped his head down on your shoulder, his hair drooping down your chest and letting his hands fall to your lap. You ran your hand against his scalp, and he shuddered and suppressed a moan as you hoisted yourself up and off him, feeling the recognizable dripping sensation down your legs.
            Shota got up, grabbing a new pair of boxers while wiping himself with a tissue, peeling off his pants and tossing them aside, his hair obscuring his face as if suddenly embarrassed and shy about the whole situation. He grabbed the water bottle, twisting the top off and dousing himself with a bit to cool off, and gruffly shoved it towards you to drink- in his own way of a friendly gesture. Damn, what a sight he was without his shirt, not to mention the wet hair. To die for, even right after what you had just experienced. It should have been considered a crime you had never seen him like this before.
            He left the room without a word. What did that mean? Maybe you were overthinking.
          Yamada pulled you into an embrace, and you warmly accepted him holding you, spooning you in the middle of the bed, whispering affirmations in your ear interrupted by a brief kiss. It was... nice, and wholesome.
After about a minute, Eraser returned with a wet cloth, and he took it upon himself to part your legs once again and wordlessly clean your thighs of their mess. When he was satisfied with his work, he bent down and gave your hip a single gentle kiss, and climbed into bed, incredibly close to you. He held your head in his own and pressed a soft, tired kiss to your lips.
            It took a bit of shuffling around to get comfortable, but the king-sized bed held all three of you, utterly spent at the late night in the guest room. By now, it most certainly seemed this was going to be your new bedroom. As if to confirm, Hizashi moved slightly against you, having one last thing to say before dozing off. "I think you'll be staying over here more for real, if I have any say, ya dig?"
            "Alright," the two of you had whispered back at the same time. Shota groaned as Mic laughed much too loud for the situation at hand.
   Who knew what the rest of the weekend would hold?
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