#erasermic x reader

[chaeuvy]

overtime. ⸝⸝ ＃shota aizawa & hizashi yamada 𝜗ৎ

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ erasermic catch thier assistent working overtime again… & decide to tag-team up on her.

⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ fem!reader · dom!erasermic · overstimulation · lap-sitting · oral · praise · degradation · protective · semi-public · threesome · fingering · nipple play

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･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆ „erasermic tag-teaming their UA teacher assistant…“

Another stack of paperwork.

You didn’t even hear them come in—not until the classroom door clicked shut, and two very familiar voices cut through the silence.

“Still here?” Aizawa’s voice was dry as ever, but his tone made your spine straighten. “It’s almost 6.”

You didn’t turn. “I just wanted to finish sorting the training assessments—Midoriya’s group submitted late and—”

“And you stayed behind. Again.” Hizashi’s voice was closer. Louder, but laced with concern under the grin. “You know you’re not getting paid for this, right?”

“I don’t mind.” You smiled faintly, still writing. “It’s part of the job.”

“See, that’s the problem,” Aizawa said flatly. “You should mind. Because we do.”

You finally looked up—and immediately regretted it.

Aizawa was standing by the door, arms crossed, that piercing stare locked on you like you were one of his students about to get scolded.

And Hizashi?

Hizashi was already behind your desk, leaning on the surface, eyes flicking over you like he knew every thought in your head.

“I’m fine,” you tried, a little breathless.

“That so?” Aizawa moved closer, deliberate steps. “Then why do you look like you’re about to pass out on your feet?”

“You’re doing too much, sweetheart,” Hizashi added, his voice lower now. “We’ve been watching you run yourself into the ground all week.”

“Class prep. Corrections, Then extra time with the first years.” Aizawa was at your side now, pulling your chair out slightly with his foot. “You don’t even eat lunch half the time.”

“I—”

“Not a request.” Aizawa’s hand gripped your chin. Not rough—but firm. Intent. “Put the pen down.”

You did.

“Good girl,” Hizashi murmured, fingers grazing the back of your neck. “Now let us take care of you for once.”

You barely had time to gasp before Aizawa tilted your head back and kissed you—slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. Like this was inevitable.

Hizashi’s hands were already working your blouse open, whispering praise between soft, maddening kisses against your throat.

“Worked so hard for us all day,” he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone. “Time to relax, baby.”

They moved in sync. Years of partnership showing, in the way they stripped you bare like a ceremony. In the way they touched you, devoured you like they’d been waiting for this moment.

Aizawa sat down in the chair you’d just vacated and pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest.

“Be still,” he said. “Let Hizashi do the work.”

And god, did he.

Hizashi dropped to his knees between your legs like he belonged there, looking up at you with heat and reverence.

“Let’s see how fast we can make that overworked brain melt, huh?” he teased—and then his mouth was on you, hot and relentless.

Your head fell back against Aizawa’s shoulder with a choked moan. He held you steady, one hand sliding up to palm your breast, the other between your thighs, spreading you wider for Hizashi’s mouth.

“Already shaking,” Aizawa muttered into your ear. “Didn’t take much, did it?”

“Sensitive,” Hizashi grinned, slick on his lips. “Bet she’s been needy all week and too damn stubborn to ask.”

“Typical.”

Their voices, their hands, their mouths—everywhere. You couldn’t tell who was touching you more, who was ruining you faster.

His voice brushed against your ear, low and commanding. “Keep them wide. Don’t move unless we say.”

From the floor, Hizashi grinned up at you between your legs. “Damn, what a view.”

Then his mouth was on you—hot, wet, and hungry, tongue gliding over your folds like he knew exactly what you needed. Because he did. He always did.

You cried out, hips jerking instinctively, but Aizawa’s hands were already there—one wrapped around your waist, holding you still, and the other slowly, deliberately sliding up your torso beneath your blouse.

“Easy,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple.

His hand found your breast, cupping it firmly, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. You whimpered, head falling back onto his shoulder as Hizashi groaned into your cunt, tongue fucking you deep before dragging back up to your clit and sucking—hard.

Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat.

“That’s it,” Aizawa muttered, dragging your bra down so he could pinch your nipple between two fingers. “Feel how sloppy you are for him?”

Hizashi moaned approval, the vibrations from his mouth making your whole body jolt.

“She tastes so fuckin’ good,” he said, voice muffled, tongue teasing your clit in slow, maddening circles. “Bet she’s been dripping for this all week.”

“Of course she has.” Aizawa’s other hand was between your legs now too, spreading you open even further. His fingers never got in Hizashi’s way—they worked in perfect sync, as if this wasn’t the first time they’d done this, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

“Look at you,” Aizawa murmured, voice like dark velvet in your ear. “Tits in my hands, cunt in his mouth, soaked and shaking like you’re about to fall apart.”

“I—fuck—” You couldn’t even form words anymore.

Hizashi groaned again, messily devouring you as Aizawa rolled your nipple between his fingers and bit your shoulder gently—like a warning.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said flatly. “Not until I say.”

You whimpered, legs trembling as Hizashi’s tongue sped up.

You clawed at Aizawa’s forearms, whimpering, “Please, I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he murmured in your ear, voice a low growl. “You’ll take it. Give it to us.”

His hand slid from your breast and down your stomach, fingers slipping between your thighs to where Hizashi’s mouth was already working you over. He didn’t push him away. He didn’t slow him down. Instead, he pressed two fingers to your swollen clit and started to circle it in slow, ruthless circles, perfectly in sync with Hizashi’s tongue inside you.

The combination was devastating.

“Oh, fuck—” Your back arched hard against Aizawa’s chest, a sharp cry tearing from your throat.

“That’s it,” he said, voice still calm, still dark. “Let go. Right now.”

Hizashi moaned into you like he was encouraging it, his tongue and lips never breaking rhythm. You felt his fingers dig lightly into your thighs, holding you open as he sucked and licked, devouring every sound you made.

Aizawa’s fingers pressed harder, faster against your clit, and the world went white.

You came with a broken sob, shuddering violently in Aizawa’s lap, hips jerking helplessly against Hizashi’s mouth. He didn’t pull back—he kept licking, kept sucking, swallowing down everything you gave him—until you were gasping, trembling, on the edge of overstimulation.

Aizawa’s free arm banded around your waist, keeping you upright as his fingers slowed just enough to drag out the aftershocks, still circling your throbbing clit.

“Good girl,” he murmured, lips against your ear. “That’s what I wanted. Perfect.”

Hizashi pulled back just enough to grin up at you, his chin glistening, his voice wrecked. “Goddamn, sweetheart. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this.

And still—Aizawa’s fingers on your clit. Still slow, teasing little circles, making you twitch and whine in his lap while Hizashi rubbed his palms up your thighs, clearly ready for another round.

“Don’t think we’re finished,” Aizawa said, voice steady even as you quivered. “We’re just getting started.”

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            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?” 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 wouldn’t have done this to you. You put the thought far from your mind.

            “I’m going to go get her a glass of water. Be right back.” 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.

            “Right… thanks,” you replied uncertainly.

            “Sit down, you know you're safe with us here, babe,” 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. That’s 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. “Whoah, sorry,” he said, inching back away from you with hands in the air in innocence, noticing your gaze.

            “Don't be, it’s fine,” 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.

            “Do you remember anything about what happened last night, doll?”

            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. “No,” you admitted, “I have no clue.”

            “Not a… single thing?” 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. “No, 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,” 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?

            “Sorry, Hizashi. I really don't know. But whatever happened, I'm grateful you two helped me through it.” 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. “Truly, 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-”

            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?

            “Shit, sorry, I think I must have terribly misread the situation. Huge no-no on my part. I'll go now. Toodles!” 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?

            “What about-” you started, but Hizashi cut you off with another kiss that you struggled away from.

            “Sho is more than fine with it,” 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?

            “Okay,” 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. “Hizashi, you're so damn cute,” you murmured against him.

            “I'm trying not to shout for joy, to be totally clear,” 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.

            “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” you whispered, “because I really don't want to ruin this moment.”

            “How many years have I waited? Listen in, I absolutely am.” 

            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. “Is it too much? I can-”

            “Hizashi, I need this. I've been wet since we started kissing forever ago,” you huffed.

            “Whelll, don't have to tell me twice!”

            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.

          “Oh, Hizashi, you always were special, hmm?” 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.

         “C’mon, lemme hear ya more, listener,” he murmured into you, clearly irritated at how you were attempting to silence yourself.

          “Sorry, we were out of medicine so I had to go to the local gas-” 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.

            Shota’s 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. “‘Zashi, are you serious?” he said, exacerbated.

           “Deathly,” 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.

         “Why do I even try…” 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. 

          “She’s an adult, Sho, she can tell us what she can and can’t handle,” he replied calmly.

          “Hell. Well I'll be damned, never in all my years would I think I'd come back to find you already like this.” He put the items down neatly on the chair in the corner, and leaned against the doorway with a smirk.

            “Don't worry babe, we've just barely gotten started without you. Just about got her… prepped,” 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.

         “That the spot, hun?” 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 boyfriend’s 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. Hizashi’s 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 Mic’s hand out of you, you automatically focused on the feel of Shota’s 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 he’d 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.

          “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?" Shota chuckled. "If you want something, princess, you're going to have to ask for it,” he mocked with a lighthearted tone.

           “Eraser… please, I'm ready,” 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.

          “What was that, kitty? You said you think you're ready for me?” he continued to tease.

          “Sho, please, I need it,” 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 Aizawa’s 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. “Damn Sho, she took your cock so well… so perfectly.”

        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. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you admitted to them with a whimper, when the pressure was nearly unbearable.

         Shota swatted Mic’s 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.

         “Poor Yamada still hasn't even gotten his dick wet though, and after trying so hard to get you ready. Just… doesn't seem fair,” he reasoned. Oh. 

          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. “Good girl,” 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 Hizashi’s tip prick into you. “That's it. Just focus on how good it feels love. You're ours,” 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. “Darling, do you mind if we… if I,” he trailed off, unable to continue the sentence. “If... fuck- you feelsosogood.” He continued his thrusts, lazily opening one eye and peering down to where your bodies connected. He stilled, frozen for a moment. “Almost- mmph, lost itthere. God, Iwanna... wannacuminyou,” he muttered.

             “T-then do,” you replied.

              He looked up at you in wonder, despite how heavy they seemed with his pleasure, as if not quite believing his ears. “You really mean it? There’s -ungh, no going back after that, yeah?”

               “You heard her Yamada, you talk too much. Are you going to give the pretty lady what she wants or not?” Shota chided, his large hands still wrapped around himself, fiercer than before.

              “It’s –nnugh, so damn hard not to, Sho,” 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.

            “No, n-no, I c-can’t take any…more. That's en-enough.” Shota pulled his hand back away from Hizashi’s 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. “Fuck, that was great. Fucking great.” 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.

                “You did so well, you were so patient, princess, you want your reward now?” 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 Hizashi’s 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. 

          “Shota, I’m close,” you said, flopping your head against his chest.

           “Me too.” 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.

            “Sho, fuck- ‘Zashi…” 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 sweet…" 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?

Part 1 here (fluff)

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Warmth | Yandere!EraserMic x Reader

Description: It’s the dead of night and you find yourself unable to sleep due to the cold. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, your captors have just the idea to help you out.

- Trigger Warnings - Mentions of kidnapping, restraints, and obsessive tendencies. (Y/n)’s willingness is ambiguous at first, gradually accepting. Nothing too serious is shown, since this is meant to be fluff. Age of Characters - Shouta and Hizashi are in their 30s. (Y/n) is 20+. Gender Identity of (Y/n) - Unspecified. Gender-neutral pronouns are used.

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It was freezing cold.

Your body wavered as unrelenting shivers rippled through your skin. With curled knuckles, you clutched the duvet tightly as you clung for any semblance of warmth underneath the fabric. It's so cold that the warmth from your breath created small, fleeting clouds before your face. Or maybe you were just delirious due to sleep deprivation. The coldness nipped sharply at your exhausted state, forcing you to remain conscious despite your longing to sleep. It was uncomfortable and unbearable. It had never been this cold in the house before. At this rate, you aren't going to get any ounce of sleep.

As dusk ascended, the late hours swathed the sky in a vantablack canopy, illuminated by the bespeckled constellations and the pale glow of the moonlight. Your eyelids narrowed in focus as you squinted, looking at the window. Maybe one of your "partners" unlocked it without your knowledge. Maybe to let some of the winter air inside, you thought to yourself, but the thought was squandered immediately. Considering their tendency to be... overprotective, that was wishful thinking at best. The latches fastened to the frame attested to this. You were a captive for a reason- despite being a coddled one, at that. If the windows were locked, then the source of your problem was somewhere else. You rolled onto your side as you cradled yourself into a fetal position. Your ears seemed to ring as you noted the lack of audible ambience in your bedroom, signifying the absence of an active furnace.

You groaned loudly, grumbling as you thought about the two men. How could they expect anyone to sleep through a freezing night such as this, without so much as a furnace on? Were they not cold as well? You knew damn well Shouta would've bitched about the cold, considering that man is a walking furnace. Your cuddle sessions with him proved that time and time again. Well, maybe Shouta could handle the cold, if he's bundled up in his sleeping bag and all, but Hizashi being as finicky as he is would've pulled one of his tantrums, and would likely force his husband to deal with it. You could practically hear Hizashi's babyish complaints as you imagined the scenario; the thought of a shivering Mic clinging to the ever-stoic Eraserhead brought a soft grin to your lips. Then again, Mic was likely responsible for this, he could be so irresponsible at times... Was it beyond the hyperactive man to forget about basic tasks like turning on the furnace? No. No, it was not. He probably got distracted playing with one of the cats... Speaking of, where the hell are the cats? You sure would love to nestle with one of them right now... Mochi, preferably, the chonky bastard that he is.

“Ugh.” Your forearm rested on your temple and your half-lidded eyes drilled into the ceiling above- your gaze heavy with lethargy. You didn’t feel like tossing and turning for the remainder of the night, but you also didn’t feel like getting up knowing you'd have to address this to your "husbands."

Another involuntary yawn passes from your system, and you smacked your fist against the headboard in frustration. Tossing, turning, and huddling for warmth proved as futile efforts to ease you into slumber. At this point, your somnolence and desire to sleep overwhelmed your reluctance, and with a heaved sigh, you decided to seek assistance from your oh-so beloved captors. With sluggish movements, you arose from the bed and slipped a thin blanket over your form along the way, clinging to it like a baby. A short while ago, the duo removed your restraints, granting you the privilege of being able to wander about the home freely. You could try to escape, but you aren't certain if you should. You aren't confident if you'd even make it that far to begin with.

Ever since your . . . "arrival" to their home- ahem, YOUR new home- you’ve displayed to them your obedience to them, your ability to do as they say without much complaint, and thus, they were able to trust you enough to wander the house of your own accord. So long as you never attempted to leave. That would be a problem. A very big problem. After all, they never intended of confining you indefinitely. That would be cruel, wouldn't it? Keeping you locked away forever? Their precious darling? In the very least... they wouldn't keep you locked away your bedroom.

What, did you really think you would be able to leave the house? Much less alone? Unshackled? Don't be ridiculous. They would allow you to wander the house. But that was the limit of their generosity.

They could trust you. They wanted to trust you. You’d be sure to not waver that trust, lest you desired to face an unpleasant consequence.

As your feet grazed the smoothness of the cold wooden floor, it sent another shiver down your spine. You slowly made your venture to the room of your devotees. Your knuckles reached out to knock on the slightly ajar door. Hesitation ensued as you noticed the dull golden glow of a lamp streaming from the gaps in the door frame. They were still awake? Then why the hell is it still so damn cold-

“I know you’re there.”

A stifled noise of surprise escaped your throat as a voice unexpectedly called out. Aizawa’s velvetly voice reached you from inside the room, sending a jolt down your body, bringing you back to the present. You weren’t expecting to have been caught so quickly. Should you be surprised? Not really. They were pro-hero's, after all; with advanced senses and capabilities, they remained the best of the best in their respective hero careers, Aizawa especially.

You stood there awkwardly, unaware of what your next move should be, when you finally noticed the difference in temperature. The wood below your feet absorbed the coldness, and you felt the warm air in their bedroom seep out, wafting against your cold skin like an inviting caress.

“Don’t just stand there. Come inside.”

His stoic beckoning urged you to move, pulling you from your thoughts. With the warmth emanating the room, you could hardly refuse. You cleared your throat and pardoned your entry as you sidled inside. As you entered the room, the warmth slowly enveloped you. As inviting as it was, you were visibly nervousness. You weren't used to being in their room yet. Hell, you were still adjusting to being their captive lover.

“Sorry to intrude.”

“No need to apologize. You're free to enter our bedroom anytime. You know this.”

“R-right.”

The atmosphere was quaint and content. Shouta was propped against the bedframe with a book in his hands, using the light from the bedside lamp to illuminate the words. Mochi was sleeping peacefully on his lap, purring like a motorboat. At the end of the bed, resting in cute little loaf positions, were Sakura and Koko, the other two cats. Shouta finally turned his gaze away from his book to acknowledge you. Obsidian eyes, framed by a curious brow, peaked at you from behind partial strands of raven hair. He could tell you were nervous, but didn't make a point to mention it. His pajamas consisted only of a pair of sweatpants, and his shirtless frame ignited a blush across your cheeks. To his left was a slumbering Hizashi, splayed out across the kind-sized bed with his back turned to the both of you. His long, golden blonde hair was in a similar state of disarray, spilling out across the fabric, yet retained a luminous shine under the gentle glow of the light. The blanket covering his form rose and lowered in synchronization to his breathing.

They seemed rather cozy, didn't they?

Mild irritation crept along your disposition in the form of an analytical gaze. Why was it freezing in your bedroom, but not in here? The sight of their coziness made you a bit annoyed. The Erasure hero, as observational as he was, appeared to notice your agitation. An almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as he interjected your thoughts.

“Is something the matter? It’s late, you know. You should be asleep by now.”

His words carried an air of innocent deception- a hint of condescension tinctured the way he phrased his otherwise apathetic statement. His worry seemed sugarcoated, almost. As if he actually was expecting your presence.

“Well?”

You blinked, realizing your silence.

“Yeah, um,” you nervously spoke, trying to find your words as you gestured to the hallway, “do you not find it cold? Maybe not in here, but out there?”

“No. Why do you ask?” he questioned with a half-hearted tone as he closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

Is he taunting you? Why else would you ask? You couldn't help but ponder as a quirk of suspicion caused your eyebrow to arch. The two men always kept such a close eye on you, ensuring your basic needs were met. There’s no way he wasn’t aware of the temperature. It wouldn't be very "loving" of them, as they say, had they not been aware.

“It's freezing in my room. I can't exactly sleep because of it.” you explained as you cradled the blanket closer to your body.

Aizawa closed his eyes and hummed in acknowledgement, “Is that so?”

"Yeah..."

“I wonder what can be done about that.”

. . .

Turn on the furnace, maybe? You thought to yourself sardonically. His tone got on your nerve but you didn't have much time to mull over it as your attention was redirected to Present Mic, who began to stir in his slumbering state. Aizawa moved a hand to rest on his husband’s back. With a placid voice and a gentle shudder, he eased the blonde male into a wakefulness. Hizashi shifted to face your direction, his upper bodyweight supported by one of his palms as he awakened. He rubbed his eye with his one hand and glanced between you and his husband.

Groggily, he asked aloud, “Ah? What are my two lovebirds doing up so late?”

“(Y/n) can’t sleep.” Shouta responded, his tone matching the stoicism displayed on his expression.

The tiredness seemed to fade almost immediately as a shit-eating grin brightened across Hizashi’s face. He exchanged a knowing glance with Shouta, who raised an amused eyebrow. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Ah, really? That’s such a bummer.”

“It’s apparently "too cold".” Shouta's monotonous tone faltered as he added to the conversation with a sickeningly sweet inflection, accentuated by the vague contortion of a smile creeping up on the corner of his lip.

“It's too cold? Oh, my- who could have seen this comin'?!”

“Indeed. What to do, what to do.”

. . .

Oh, those sneaky motherfuckers.

They definitely messed with the temperature.

You were tempted to smack their grins away. This was preplanned, wasn't it? A ploy of sorts to lure you into their love nest? Another way for them to smother you in their endless, loving affectations? You wouldn't entertain their games. You're far too tired for that. Instead, you feigned ignorance, and cleared your throat as you spoke up.

“Maybe you can turn the furnac-–?”

“PSSSH!” the blonde fiercely interjected as he admonished the suggestion, “C’mon, now, that’s so boringgggg-uh. Why don’t we make this interesting, eh?”

“"Interesting?"” you repeated in confusion.

“Put two and two together, my little Songbird~ You've got two personal heaters right here! In the form of your most beloved husbands.”

“I agree. After all, the most efficient way to warm yourself up is through body heat.” Aizawa added.

“--with the added bonus of our furbabies, of course!!” Hizashi exclaimed as he held up a helpless Mochi, his small cat legs dangling in the air as he meowed softly in protest.

“Put the cat down, Mic,”

“Aww, but he loves it!”

He gave the blonde man a cold, deadpanned stare, but it wasn't unkind. A flicker of amusement was evident in his gaze as he watched Hizashi pout like a child, putting down Mochi, who eagerly snuggled into his side, despite having been ragdolled just a moment ago. The two men then focused their attention back to you, waiting for your response expectantly.

“Uh, well, um,”

A series of embarrassed stammers slipped from your lips as you stumbled over your words, unable to formulate a proper response. Needless to say, you were rather flustered by their words. Sure, you've cuddled with them before, but... never in their bedroom, and never overnight. The idea wasn't met with outright rejection from your end but the atmosphere added a rather intimate element to the suggestion that you simply couldn't ignore, leaving you feeling a sense of abashment despite the innocent nature of their affection. You were still adjusting to this new life of yours, after all, being a partner to two men who were insanely captivated by you. Both of them, as if sensing your hesitancy, softened their patronizing expressions, and were quick to part you some words of encouragement.

“There's no need to be so shy. We aren't going to bite, you know.”

“Yeah, baby. We're all friends here, yeah? Of course, we're more than that, but ya get it.”

Shouta departed from the bed and approached you with a relaxed gait. His tall, slender form seemed to overshadow you as he hovered behind you and draped his hands onto your shoulders. Calloused fingertips worked around the blanket to stroke against the bare skin of your arms. Under his delicate touch, an amorous tingle ignited in your skin. Your breath hitched and your visage radiated with warmth; you’re sure Mic will tease you for your display of mortification, but his expression was sweet and tender as he gazed at the two of you. Shouta's head lowered to the nape of your neck, lips brushing against your flesh as he paused in a momentary stage of contemplation. He moved to your shoulder blade and hummed in contemplation, instigating a shudder from your body, and you could feel a small frown form on his lips against your skin. 

“You’re freezing, kitten. Come lay with us.” the black-haired male cooed gently.

“I-I don’t know,”

“We’re not asking.” he affirmed with an assertive toe as he brushed strands of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your skin, “You’ll get better sleep if you stay with us for the night. Don’t you think, Hizashi?”

The blonde man chuckled as he nodded in agreement, “I do indeed, Sho! Get over here, Songbird. Stay with us overnight for once, yeah? We insist~!”

“You need to know that you're safe with us, (Y/n). And we'd never do anything to harm you. We'll make sure you get the rest you need. Just trust us.”

“...”

Silence was your response as Shouta decided for you. You posed no resistance to their command. Despite this, you didn't oppose the idea. Cuddling with the two men, along with the three cats, was an irresistible offer, and you couldn't help the surge of affection that coursed through your being as you allowed yourself to get comfortable in the love and care they possess for you.

He ushered you to the bed, with his hands interwoven with your own. From there on, you complied to their ministrations. Hizashi crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket away from you. He inched closer and ducked his hands over your waist and planted his face in the curvature of your neck. Your head tilted to the side slightly as he did so, and Shouta took this opening to kiss you so tenderly. Your mouth locked with his in a slow, sensual embrace of lips. Hizashi manipulated his hands in a continuous rhythm on your arms for friction- the action worked as you slowly felt yourself start to warm up, the heat beginning to weigh you down with exhaustion.

“You really are cold, huh? Don’t worry, Songbird. We’ll get you nice and toasty warm in no time.” Hizashi gently purred into your ear as you and Shouta relinquished the kiss.

In the immediate absence, Hizashi claimed your lips, letting out a low giggle into the kiss that vibrated through your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Shouta gazed on with a fond glint in his dark gaze, the gentle purring of the cats in the background adding to the safe and comforting atmosphere.

The two men then guided you to lay down on the bed. Not a moment was taken for granted as they cuddled up against you, their legs intertwining with your own. Shouta embraced you from behind while Hizashi snuggled into your chest. Shouta’s hands gently maneuvered your waist and his fingers grabbed ahold of your sides, his strong arms secured around your soft body. Hizashi pressed himself into your collarbone as his hands slid over your shoulders- his fingers interlocking behind your neck. The cats were quick to snuggle with you, too, as Mochi hopped on top of your entangled bodies, with Koko and Sakura following suit. The three of you were amused by the clinginess of the cats, eagerly accepting them into the cocoon of love shared between you all. Shouta peppered the side of your face with delicate kisses as Hizashi moved his lips against yours once again in a slow, but passionate pace to your own. You were wholeheartedly enveloped by the two men, with no chance of escaping. But maybe you didn't want to.

In your eyes, you didn't have much to complain about. At least they cared for you, tended to your needs. With tender care, they ensured you were well-pampered, though you never demanded much, and maintained a relatively reserved demeanor, confined within your boundaries. You still valued your independence, after all. Even after they ripped it away from you by whisking you away into their lives forever.

Even after all this time, you remained uncertain if it was romantic love or twisted obsession, in regards to what they felt for you. But their actions spoke volumes; their devotion to you remained a boundless certainty as they shower you in blinding adoration; so much so, it subconsciously detached you from the concepts of normalcy. Maybe you’ve already grown used to their loving insanity. And as you saw it, you could’ve been kidnapped by people with less than pure intentions and treated much more differently, so you had no right to complain.

Hizashi parted from the kiss, but your lips were quickly captured by Shouta as he pecked you once more, the taste of strong dark coffee lingering as he pulled away.

“Bet that warmed you up real good, didn't it? Cuddles, kisses, and kitties, who wouldn't want that every night?” Hizashi chuckled, causing you to let out an abashed giggle in response.

Aizawa quirked a brow, peering down at you, silently amused by your shyness despite the affectionate situation. Despite this, his tone took on a bit of a firmer inflection as he spoke.

“There's no reason to be so quiet.”

“I think their silence speaks volumes. I can tell they love us just as much as we love them!” Hizashi hummed as his grip on you tightened, not painfully, but it served as a constant reminder of his presence. A slightly possessive sign, an all-too familiar one, but an accepted one, nonetheless.

“You wouldn't have had to ensure the coldness if you simply moved into the bedroom with us.”

“Fo' sho, Sho'!” Hizashi drawled with poor pronunciation, earning himself a collective eyeroll from you and Shouta.

Hizashi chuckled awkwardly at his corny joke before rephrasing, “Aha, I just mean, what's the point in living together if we're gonna be in separate rooms? Helloooo~?! We're a throuple! And that's not what normal relationships do, ya dig? We gotta be tighter than bark on a tree!”

Well, this wasn't a normal relationship to begin with.

You pursued your lips as you shook away the thought. You decided to break the ice, almost literally, by confronting them with your suspicions.

“Did you guys mess with the temperature on purpose?” you muttered in a deadpanned tone.

Hizashi's lip protruded in mock-dumbfoundedness as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t. What’s it to ‘ya if we did?” 

His playful dismissiveness did nothing more than prove your point. You couldn’t express much disdain other than a repressed scoff as you remained huddled between the two men, maximizing warmth. Again, you weren't going to complain about the conditions. It was much cozier sleeping between them than alone in your bed, you had to admit...

“Don't worry about that, (Y/n),” Shouta gruffly stated, brushing his ear to your lip, “Do you feel any better?”

“I do,” you murmured, “thank you.”

“Anything for you, kitten.” he assured you tenderly, “But, back to what Yamada said... There’s no reason for us to be separated. We aren't strangers to you anymore and we refuse to be.”

“It’s exactly as Sho-chan says. You don’t need to be cooped up in that room all alone anymore. We can share this bed together, as the lovers we are and will always be.”

Aizawa huffed at the nickname, but didn't say anything against it, choosing to agree with the sentiment spoken. He clung to you, muttering softly into your ear, “Isn’t that a fine idea, kitten?”

A soft smile graced your lips as you nodded in agreement. The slight tension in their bodies eased at your acquiescence. A comfortable silence persisted, broken only by your breathing and the soft purring of the cats as you gently reached out to pet them. Exchanging body heat with the two men, the warmth coursed through your entire being, stimulating a surge of pleasant weariness as your body continued to relaxed. It was unbelievable, how utterly boneless you were, cocooned protectively in the arms of your captors. As the coldness gradually receded from your body, you allowed yourself to melt like a puddle into their sweet embrace. The two men noticed the tension leave your body, exchanging a satisfied glance between each other, before they cradled you closer to their bodies. Their plan had worked, and now the three of you are closer than ever before. Nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless manipulation, eh? As the three of you lay there, they caressed and cradled and stroked you in a successful attempt to ease you into a comfortable rest. The warmth of their bodies, pressed closely against yours, combined with their gentle efforts to soothe you, provided you with the most restful sleep of your life. But before the welcoming embrace of slumber could take you whole, you heard them part loving words to you.

“We love you, (Y/n).”

And you couldn't help but reciprocate their love with the genuine love you now felt for them, too.

“I love you both, too.”

Maybe this wasn't so bad, afterall.

[revolvingsaturn]

summary: erasermic threesome!

part one (just Shota)

🫧🌱

A week later, you’re back in the same jazz club, only this time there’s a notable addition to you and Shota- Hizashi Yamada sits to your right in the plush booth, blonde hair bathed in sultrily warm lighting; your boyfriend is squeezed up next to your left, dark fringe falling in front of his eyes and disguising the way he not so subtly eyes up your cleavage in the dress you’re wearing. A little different from last time, maybe a lower neckline or a higher hem, its simple enough to pass as chic while revealing just enough skin to ensure you’ll get exactly what you want from Shota by the end of the night.

The club is just as boring as last time, although the band is a little more lively; it’s a wonder what changing the key will do, and the pianist is clearly the most enthusiastic out of them all. There’s a sullen looking double bass player in the corner, lanky arms draped over the strings and plucking with surgical precision while the female trumpet player taps her feet and waits for her cue, auburn hair falling in waves that mirror the smoothness of the piece being played.

“This to your taste, Hizashi?” You ask, already knowing the answer will be a resounding no.

“Eh, not exactly, but at least the drinks are good, right Shota?” It would be lying if you said all three of you weren’t at least a little tipsy. God knows what they’ve been putting into your martinis this time, but every sip seems to go right to your brain and cloud it just a pinch more. The club smells just like it did last week- cigarettes and perfume; despite the fact none of you are smoking currently, there’s a mosaic ashtray taking up space on the table; you suppose it’s a given you smoke if you come here. The orange glow of a lit cigarette is visible on almost every table, in fact. Except yours, obviously.

“Yeah. Good drinks.” Shota says absentmindedly, running his deft fingers over the patterns on his empty glass and staring directly at you. It makes you shift in your seat, makes your thighs clench just a little tighter and cheeks flush. You hope Hizashi doesn’t notice, seeing him in the staffroom with a fresh hickey- no matter how well hidden- is bad enough, it’s like he can see straight through any scarf you wrap prettily around your neck and stare right at the blotches.

“It’s, um, a shame Nemuri couldn’t make it.” You blurt out, anything to distract from the way Shota keeps dragging his fingers up and down the glass, raising his fingers to lick the drop of alcohol that spills over the rim.

“Isn’t she, like, all the way in Okinawa?” Hizashi questions, clearly biting back a snicker.

“Oh. Yeah. Guess she is.”

Shota stretches right beside you, and the way his shirt rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of flesh almost tips you over the edge. You’re close to straddling him in this booth and praying the other tables pay no mind to you shoving your hand down Shota’s waistband, and they probably wouldn’t- there’s a couple in the corner who left for the bathroom twenty minutes ago and haven’t returned, another kissing in the dim lighting the lamp at their table provides.

You’ve had just about enough.

“Well, this has been- hic- fun, but don’t you have to be home soon, Hizashi?” You both know he doesn’t, you’re just desperately hoping he’ll get out of your way and leave you to pounce on Shota the minute you get through the door of your apartment.

“I can’t drive like this, can I? Being breathalyzed as a pro wouldn’t look too good on my record.” Hizashi half slurs into your ear. The way his breath curls around the shell of your ear has thoughts creeping into your brain you seriously do not want right now. Or ever- he’s your boyfriend’s best friend, after all.

“We can get you a tax-“

“He can stay with us.”

You gape at Shota incredulously- is he serious? Surely he was just as eager to bend you over as you were to suck him off? His face gives nothing away, simply adding up the bill total and throwing yours and his half onto the table, while Hizashi does the same and leaves the notes under the ashtray for the staff to collect later. You leave the bar, revelling in the clean night air at last, although still extremely annoyed with Shota and, even worse, still extremely horny.

Christ, surely Shota should come to his senses soon? You both love drunk sex as much as each other, and inviting his best friend to crash in your guest room- with a shared wall- doesn’t leave much space for noise. The whole short walk back to the apartment, including unlocking the door and kicking your shoes off, you refuse to look at Shota in silent protest at the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.

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“Are you still mad at me?” Shota breathes into your hair, hand between your legs and fingers circling around your clit with a practiced precision only developed from years of experience, specifically with you. You’re just in your especially chosen lace bra, the one you know Shota loves on you, the rest of you completely bare and squirming on the sheets below. You’ve got a hand clasped tightly across your mouth, moaning into your own palm lest Hizashi in the room across hear you.

“That feel good? Yeah? Why don’t you let me hear how good.” While he usually uses as little speech as possible, Shota’s mouth can get filthy and tonight is no different; you’d usually have no problem obliging, letting your whines bounce off every wall in the apartment until your bedroom is ringing with sex but you’re determined to remain as silent as humanly possible. Even when he slips two fingers inside you and curls them, prodding inside your pussy like it’s all he knows how to do.

You shake your head in response to his request- you won’t give in, even when he starts up his routine of kissing along your neck and bare shoulders, biting at the flesh and raising a cool palm to grope at your soft chest until your nipples pebble under his touch, peaking through the thin material of the bra.

“I bet you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? Slut.” He punctuates the last word with a particularly languid curl inside you, grinning into your naked skin at the embarrassingly loud squelch it makes. “Bet you’re just so excited, thinking about how there’s somebody just a few feet away and you’re getting fingered in here.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, determined to keep your now shaky hand clasped over your lips. Your throat is threatening to let whines spill forth; at present they’re contained, although you don’t know how much longer you can keep it up when Shota moans right into your ear.

“You want me to go get him? Is that right? Get fucked by both of us at the same time?”

“Oh fuck, yes, yesyesyesyes-“

Your eyes cross, hand falling limply from your mouth as you shudder through an orgasm at the mental image of having them both at the same time. It’s unfair to fantasise, you know, but something about seeing how well they work in tandem, how well they know each other, does make you wonder about how compatible you’d all be in bed.

And then, just like that, you realise with horror you’ve just confessed to your deepest fantasy in the middle of an orgasm to your boyfriend- you’ve basically just told him that, yes, you do want to fuck his best friend and yes, you’d want them both at the same time. You’re about to launch into some sort of excuse, when you notice Shota doesn’t look annoyed. He doesn’t even look sad, he’s just staring at you with the same form of dark arousal he only gets when you’re about to get fucked into next week.

Christ.

“Stay here.” He says, leaving the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

“Sho, what-“ you’re in no position to follow after him. Your hair is messy, bra slipping off of one shoulder and it’s the only thing you’re wearing anyway; thighs coated in slick and half kneeling, half curled up on the sheets with your lips slightly gaping in horror at the doorway.

So mortified you’re frozen in place, it takes about two minutes for the door to crack open again and a silhouette to appear- no, two silhouettes? Oh my god, you think, they’re both in here and im going to fuck both of them. At the same time.

Shota’s in the same state of undress he was earlier, although he’s removing his clothes as soon as he enters the room. You gape at them, standing over you and grinning down like you’re everything they need. Hizashi looks debauched already, blonde hair messy and cheeks flushed. He’s still wearing his underwear when he sits next to you, although it does little to hide the prominent outline of his cock. Shota positions himself on your left, pulling you into a heated kiss almost immediately. It’s all teeth and tongue, as he licks into your mouth like he hasn’t already done it a million times. And then, he’s letting you go and allowing Hizashi to lean in, tentatively brushing his soft lips against yours, moaning, and murmuring a question against your lips about if you want this.

“Yeah, fuck- I really do, I want you both.”

You gasp, more out of shock than anything, when Shota’s hands are flipping you onto your hands and knees. In this position you’re completely exposed to them both, and Shota takes delight in slipping his fingers through your slick folds while Hizashi watches like he’s unsure of what to do with his hands. He settles on your back, running his palms across your spine and up to the nape of your neck.

“Hizashi, want-“ you go pink with embarrassment, but you suppose you’re too far in now. “Want you in my mouth.”

He groans uncharacteristically as he positions himself, watching breathlessly as you pull down his underwear and gaze at his cock. It’s curved, slightly pink at the tip and there’s a prominent vein at the front you take great pleasure in licking a stripe up and hearing his breath hitch as he makes eye contact with Shota behind you.

“Fuck her mouth, Hizashi.”

He wastes no time, sucking in a breath through his mouth and then slamming his hips into you, lips stretched and bitten around his cock. Precum slips across your tongue while you keep bobbing your throat up and down onto him. You’re almost too preoccupied with sucking off Hizashi to notice Shota slicking himself up behind you until it’s too late, until you feel his tip circling your clit and pushing inside you.

He bottoms out with one clean thrust, relishing the way you gasp in surprise and clench around him, which in turn makes Hizashi moan unexpectedly and muffle himself with a hand. When he moves, you’re ever so aware of Shota’s tip bullying at your soft insides, like he’s moulding your walls to his shape exactly and ruining you for anyone else. You already know you are, he’s just so good that even with his best friends cock in your mouth you only truly lose yourself when his dick is twitching inside you, throbbing with every thrust and making you go stupid.

Whatever breath you can suck in is either expelled by Hizashi or thrusted out of you by Shota at your back. It’s dizzying, it’s perverse, and you don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed anything more because when they have you like this, so pliant and willing, how could you ever be annoyed? Shota is still thrusting, although his pace is slowed as he stared with half lidded irises at the sight of his best friends cock disappearing into your mouth, the string of saliva dribbling messily down your chin and dripping onto the sheets, the way Hizashi’s bare chest rapidly rises and falls and his hands tangle in your hair.

“J-Jesus, Sho, she’s good.” He says, voice cracking in the humid air of the room. The praise spurs you on, hollowing out your cheeks and taking him in deeper despite the tears pricking in your waterline like beads falling from a cut bracelet.

“She’s perverse, is what she is.” Your boyfriend laughs breathlessly behind you. “That right, baby?” He says, knowing you’re incapable of a proper response when all you can do is moan around Hizashi’s cock and throw your hips back on him like you aren’t sure which direction you should be focusing on. The sheer disorientation, being filled from both ends, has you trembling between them and choking on your own gasps.

You know you’re slick, you can all hear it- it carries over your whines, the shaky breaths the two men keep letting out. You’re just so full, so happy to be fucked from every angle by the two men you’ve dreamed about doing it with, that just the realisation itself of them both being inside you at the same time has you shaking. You can tell Hizashi’s close, with the way he keeps trembling and can’t even smile down at you anymore- he’s all broken pants, throbbing down your throat and gripping at the roots of your hair.

Your hair is truly messed up, but that’s only the start of it- you look so fucked out and you haven’t even finished, hair tangled around Hizashi’s fingers while he pulls you onto him and Shota’s bite marks lingering on your shoulders, a sign of territorial marking; no matter how may times Hizashi fucks your mouth, you’ll always be Shota’s. It’s even more obvious when you start sobbing through another orgasm, clit pulsing under his fingers and pussy bursting around him.

He finally loses his composure, groaning and rutting his hips up into you even faster and savouring every individual clench, every soft spot inside you that makes you seize up around him. Hizashi is too far gone, desperately chasing his high until he too seizes up, hips stilling deep inside your throat as he spills into your mouth. A dribble leaks out the corner of your mouth and he collects it on his thumb, gently pushing it back inside your lips before he pulls out.

Your moans grow louder, head hanging low and mouth open, a clear string of saliva dripping from your lower lip. Hizashi may have come, but Shota is still going- thrusting up inside you like he’s staking a claim, like he knows he’s grazing your cervix and wants you to thank him for it. And oh, you do, velvety walls squeezing at his cock and ensuring he’ll come inside too, shuddering violently around him. You can’t give him anything else, barely staying on your hands and knees until your elbows give way and you’re face down in the sheets.

It’s Hizashi who grabs your hair and gently twists your face to the side, scraping hair away from your sweaty cheek and muttering to you about how good you are for them both, how you sound so perfect. You’re crying now, tears leaking down your face and nose, and you know Shota loves it like this; when you’re so drunk on his cock it’s all you can do to stay conscious and whimper wantonly into the air. He’s close, hips faltering just slightly in their rhythm.

“Come on, I know you can cum again for me.”

“You’re such a good girl for us both.”

In your delirium, you don’t even know who says what, but it has you screaming into your final orgasm of the night and thighs shaking. You completely soak Shota’s pelvis with slick, clit twitching under his digits and pleasure ripping you into a million tiny shreds. The orgasm wrecks you, only extended when Shota cums inside and fills you up, pulling out slowly to watch the dribble leak out of your pussy and drip onto the sheets below. With nobody holding you up, you slump down exhaustedly and almost instantaneously pass out.

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The next morning, you blink awake to an empty bedroom, clean thighs, and a hoarse throat. The apartment smells vaguely of pancakes, and it makes your stomach ache. It just occurs to you you’re still naked, and particularly sore pretty much everywhere. When you finally pull on some clothes and drag a brush through your hair- surprisingly, not too messy (did someone brush it for you?) you limp to the kitchen and discover both Shota and Hizashi sat at the table eating.

Maybe Shota wasn’t joking about making Hizashi cook breakfast next time.

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[sakura-hare]

Nightshade

Chapter 1: kitty cat

Summary: your one of those weirdos that walk your cat, your kitties starts to show interest in the random men you walk by daily.

Since forever you loved cats, ever since you had one growing up. Something about them just warmed your heart, the way they rubbed against you, the way they purred, the way their little meows melted your heart or maybe it was the fact they made biscuits and cozy blankets so naturally you’d have one as an adult right? Well not exactly one… you had three cats in total, Loads of people around the city called you a crazy cat lady but you honestly took pride in that title.

You had a small habit of walking your cats around, they were so well behaved and trained that it was never a problem, sure loads of people stopped to talk to you about it and yes it was hella annoying but there’s flaws to everything in life. Usually you’d walk in the park during the later in the afternoon so there weren’t much people to disturb you.

Tilly was your eldest cat, she was a Snowshoe with the prettiest blue eyes and she was also the most well behaved princess ever. Raisin was the second oldest and he was a hairlines cat that always looked super grumpy but he was a sweet boy, he also liked wearing tiny sweaters that your grandma would crochet for ever holiday because “he needs to stay in his fashion era”. Finally your youngest cat, oh boy this one was a trouble maker. Pastel, your itty bitty soft grey munchkin cat. She was still a kitten but it was like having a real kid, always getting into some sort of trouble or finding her way into somewhere she definitely wasn’t allowed to be in.

So here you were now, trying to get the harnesses around Tilly who wouldn’t stop rubbing against your leg getting her fur all over your pants and then there was the opposite problem Raisin who sat on your hunched over shoulders as you struggled judging Like his name was Judy. Pastel was still napping on your heated blanket, you didn’t walk her since she was still so little and there were no harnesses that fitted her tiny frame. After a deep struggle you got them both ready with Raisin in his spring sweater that had the cutest flower pattern crocheted into it and Tilly with her pink rhinestone collar with a cute little yellow bell.

Pushing the door opened with one hand and the other full with the two leashes the cats pranced their way out of your apartment complex and made their way onto the sidewalk, sometimes you asked if you were walking them or they walked you. There wasn’t many people out so only few pasted by you and even they didn’t stop cause they either recognized you as the cat lady or were just really in a rush to get to their destination.

Two men were closing in up ahead, one with long blond hair that was tucked into a man bun and the other with still kinda long hair but it was a deep black and he seemed extremely tired. They weren’t unfamiliar but also not that familiar to you, only really these guys like once a week on your walk to the park.

You had just moved to Japan about like a month ago so you were super familiar with the people in your neighbourhood yet.

It was supposed to be a normal walk like usual and it would’ve if Tilly didn’t stop mid walk and trot her way over to the gloomy looking one to rub against his legs. Soft white fur blended and stuck to his pant leg. The man stopped walking and let her rub against him. The blond one had squealed like some little girl before crouching down to coo at her. These two always saw your cats so why only now show interest? Maybe they just didn’t know how to ask how to interact with them, maybe it was because they didn’t know they were friendly or maybe it was because they didn’t want to bother you. Well whatever it was it was getting super awkward just standing there not saying anything, just watching Like an antisocial chud.

Tilly purred loudly and rubbed against the loud man’s hand which made his eyes light up and coo more at her. The sudden scene brought Raisin attention and he made his way over also rubbing against the two men. Suddenly realizing hit you at how weird this probably actually was.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. There friendly i promise!” You exclaimed waving your hands in the air as the cats kept showing love to these strangers.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of this series! I hope you enjoyed. This is actually a erasermic x reader fic because I can’t choose who I love more, who do you love more?

[asce-of-hearts]

Hi!!! Been checking out a lot of your works and I really like them!! I was wondering if I could get poly erasermic kidnapping a reader who just got their wisdom teeth cut out and Is still high on anesthesia. The thought of them just walking in after the surgery and reader just looks at aizawa like, "hey your that pretty guy I see outside my windows at night!" While mic is just trying to get them to be quiet, is so funny to me. I'm getting mine removed tomorrow so it's much appreciated!!

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Shadow people

contents: Yandere!Poly!Erasermic x gn!reader scenario in which they try to kidnap them just after they got their wisdom teeth cut out.

more Erasermic content here

WARNINGS: SORT OF ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WITH READER, MENTIONS OF DRUGS, SOFT YANDERE, NOT PROOFREAD.

The dentist makes everyone nervous, right?

That's what you've been telling yourself. It slips right past your lips as you talk with both Aizawa and Hizashi. And their minds start to work through it.

 — You will be barely able to stand.  — The blonde man says, strangely enthusiastic.  — When they pulled out mine I was high out of my mind, right, 'Sawa?

The black haired man nods, he seems uninterested as usual. But he's listening, ready to lure you inside a little web of lies designed to trap you, to get you right where they want you to.

 — We'll pick you up from your appointment! Get you home safe-

 — They'll have to be supervised.  — Aizawa interrupts, his eyes already closed.  — It's a surgical procedure.

Now you're not only nervous, you're scared. Will it really be that bad? You have never received large doses of anesthesia. You start to overthink it, not only overthink, to process it. You will be high, then in pain, then swollen, then a bunch of other bad things.

 — But my doctor told me-

 — Doctors always say stuff to make you less afraid, but you know it will hurt like hell afterwards, right? You'll be in so much pain, practically bed bound. It's so invasive.  — Hizashi interrupts again, dismissing you with a wave of his hand.  — Come on, you know it doesn't bother us to help you.

You feel heat rising to your face. You're not sure why. You finally relent.

 — Alright, I'll send you the adress and the time of my appointment. Are you really sure it isn't a problem?  — You ask, looking at both of them.

 — Not really...  — Aizawa sighs, he stands up from his seat, ruffling your hair in the process.  — We'll see you there. Be brave.  — He grins, walking away.

The rest of the night is uneventful. As well as the rest of the week.

It was easier than they thought, really.

You're laughing at their jokes, your head falling to the side as they get you inside the car. Your eyes half lidded, barely coherent sentences leaving your mouth.

 — That's m'favorite song.  — You mumble, humming as your eyes struggle to stay open.

 — Yeah, baby?  — Aizawa answers back, Hizashi's hand traveling all over your thigh, softly rubbing it.

The rest of the car ride is silent, until you arrive at their place. It's nice and warm, or at least in your eyes it is. Aizawa carries you inside, Hizashi explaining exactly what's going to happen as they put you to bed.

 — You won't leave after this, okay?  — The blonde speaks with softness, tucking a couple of loose strands of hair away from your face. — You'll stay here with us. Where you belong. This is your home now.

You only giggle at his touches, not able to fully process those words. Your eyes seem to finally be closing for good.

 — You sound like the shadow people who talk to me in my sleep...  — You murmur, smiling before falling for a deep sleep.

Aizawa covers his face with his hands, and Hizashi is frozen in place with his mouth agape.

At least the cat is out of the bag now.

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Jealousy

Erasermic X Fem!Reader

A/N: Erm I haven't written or posted anything in so long. This came out longer than I expected.

Summary: you are in a poly relationship with Aizawa and Present Mic, the two are very overprotective and you decide to test their limits at a bar.

Warnings: spit (kinda)

The bar floor was wet beneath your feet. Every step you took your feet slid a little and it was hard to stay upright. You weren’t drunk, or even tipsy by any means, but the little bit of alcohol that was in your system was enough to give all your actions a little extra boost of confidence, whether or not those actions are good choices is debatable. Until now, Aizawa or Hizashi had been by your side the whole time you were at this bar, both too afraid to let you go too far on your own. Being a hero meant seeing some of the worst things imaginable happen to people, and both of them would be damned to see anything happen to you. Their overbearing tendencies; although cute; lead to a lot of boring days on your end. Your two lovers preferred you to stay home during the day while they are working at UA, for your safety. If you didn’t want to stay home, you could come with them to work, it just meant you had to either stay in the back of one of their classrooms, or sit in the teachers lounge until they could come get you. 

It was something the three of you had argued about often honestly. Your desire for more freedom would often fall on deaf ears though. It wasn't that they never let you leave or do anything. They just want to keep you safe, so you agreed that before you leave the house, one of them should be there to accompany you. Hizashi had always been the more easy going on that rule, Aizawa was more stern. If you and Hizashi were out he would often let you wander to different areas without him, as long as you were within the same building, or he could find you in a matter of minutes he didn’t mind if you weren't in his eyesight 24/7. Aizawa on the other hand, his focus was lasered in on you every moment you are in his presence. Even though he's never been the touchy type, he always has a grip on your hand when out. If your hands are full, he's holding onto your belt loop. God forbid you leave his eyesight for more than two seconds. 

Yet here you are, at a bar late at night, you assumed it was around 1 AM. It was a Friday so no class tomorrow for your two hero boyfriends. Aizawa and Hizashi sat in a round table booth in the corner of the bar, you could see them from where you were stumbling. Surprisingly it was Aizawas idea to come out tonight. Even though Hizashi doesn’t drink, he was here for the music really, and to make sure his two lovers could get back home safe if they drank too much. Aizawa said he felt bad when he walked into the teachers lounge today to see you laying across the couch bored out of your mind waiting for them. Maybe the sight of seeing you like this over and over had finally driven him to treat you to a nice evening out.

It was a miracle either one of them didn't force themselves to follow you when you said you had to use the restroom. Maybe Hizashi had influenced Aizawa a bit, but when you stood up from the booth and waited for one of them to follow, Aizawa stated coldly “it’s alright, we’ll wait here for you.” you tilted your head at the statement but accepted the answer happily, walking away from them. 

Now here you were, about to slip on the spilled drinks as you made your way back to them. They both had their eyes on you, Aizawas’ fingers clenched over the top of his glass, you could tell he was nervous, but trying his hardest to let you be this far away from him. His eyes maintained the deadpan look they always have, it was so hard to ever get any emotion out of him. Hizashi on the other hand was holding back laughter at the sight of you almost falling. His one hand stirring the straw in his club soda, the other covering his mouth slightly to stipend his chuckles. You couldn’t help but think about how cute he looks with his blonde hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. They both changed out of their hero outfits before coming out tonight, Hizashi opting for a simple tee shirt and Aizawa for a black button down, with the top few buttons undone just enough to see his chest. Your low cut tank top definitely caught both of their eyes when you put it on, and they knew one of them would end up carrying you to the car later when they saw your skirt and heels. 

You were so focused on how they looked, you didn't even notice the man trying to squeeze between you and the bar. He bumped you on accident causing you to start to fall. Thankfully before you could hit the ground this stranger caught you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up. “Thank you.” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed. Glancing back at the table you could see Hizashis smirk had fallen, and Aizawas deadpan look turned into more of a glare, his grip tightening on the top of his drink. You thought it was a bit funny how quickly the two switched up, and maybe it would be a bit of fun to tease them a bit while you're at it. “No problem, I think it's my fault you almost fell anyway. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?” the stranger asked. You knew accepting the request would only upset your boyfriends, but you were here to have fun, and it’s not like you were doing anything wrong, it was just a friendly drink right?

You nodded following him to the bar, you glanced over your shoulder to see both Aizawa and Hizashi with their mouths agape, jaws to the floor with shock at the sight of you following some guy to the bar. You smirked at them, as if to let them know this was all in good fun. This stranger had his hand on your back as he leaned across the bar to order you a drink. Aizawa had had enough at this point and Hizashis longer leash had been cut short, the two were over your little stunt and had every intention of bringing you back to the table immediately. The bartender handed you your drink and you were in the beginning of telling this guy you should get back to your table, but as your bodies turned around you two were met with the appearance of your boyfriends blocking your path. The two were standing unbelievably close to you, Aizawas arms folded over his chest were almost directly in your face, and Hizashi towered over the stranger you had just met. 

“We’ll take her from here” Hizashi said coldly, eyeing the man up and down. Your gaze met Aizawas and his face was frightening. He was practically staring daggers into you, his eyebrow raised as if asking you to explain yourself. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. If looks could kill, Aizawa's expression would have your foot in the grave right now. The stranger let out a small gasp, shocked to see the two men there. “Are you okay?” he whispered to you, even though Aizawa and Hizashi could definitely hear him. You simply nodded, not even daring to break eye contact with your black haired boyfriend. “You should go.” Hizashi told the guy, and he did, without a second thought he practically ran from the heroes. 

“Let's go.” Aizawa commanded, before grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the table. Hizashi took your drink from you and handed it off to a random person, before following the two of you with haste. Normally Aizawa would be more of a gentleman and let you into the booth first, but this time he slid himself across the curved bench seat first, not letting go of your hand once, and dragging you in after him. Hizashi slid in right after you, the two of them effectively trapping you in the table. You knew if they could, the two of them would carry your ass out of here right now, but since you had the table, there was still a bill to be paid. While you waited for your server to come back around, Hizashi slid his club soda between the two of you, as if to offer it to share. You looked up at him with soft eyes, still not saying a word. He nodded towards the drink and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Aizawas hand still had an iron grip on yours. 

Hizashi knew you meant no harm by your actions, it was all to get a rise out of them, which you were successful in. And as upset as he was by it all, he could tell you were a little afraid of what the darker haired lover would say. Aizawa also knew you meant no harm, and truly he wasn’t as mad as he seemed. But he was the more jealous and overprotective of the two, he didn’t want to let his guard down for a second, and he really didn't want you thinking he was okay with that kind of behavior. Hizashis thumb rubbed circles on your shoulder as you slowly took a sip of his drink. His eyes moved gently between you and your shared boyfriend. Watching him sit with the bridge of his nose pinched between his finger and thumb. “Where is this server?” he exasperated with an annoyed tone. Grunting while taking his wallet from his pocket. He threw some cash on the table, more than enough to cover the bill, and motioned for the blonde to let you out of the booth, him following quickly.

Aizawas hand moved from your grasp to your back, guiding you along as you two followed Hizashi out of the bar. Your feet really were starting to hurt, especially after almost slipping a few times on the way out, luckily his hand on your back was enough to steady you. As soon as you stepped onto the concrete outside you winced, the blisters forming on your feet were becoming a little much. The noise made Hizashi turn back to look at the two of you, he was flipping his car keys around in his hand as he watched you. Aizawa looked down at you as well, still not showing a lot of emotion. Truly he wanted to make you walk on your own, as a small first punishment, but his eyes softened as he saw you wince again. Hizashi and him stole a quick glance at each other, the blonde motioning his head between you and Aizawa, as if the black haired man would know what to do. And he did know what to do, because in one swift motion you were up in Aizawas arms as he carried you bridal style to Hizashis’ car. 

You rested your head on his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck. “Thank you…” you mumbled, barely audible. He looked down at you and squeezed your arm for some reassurance. The small action was enough to break the tension for you, at least a little bit. You let out a small chuckle at the whole situation as your boyfriend set you down in the backseat of Hizashis car. They both ducked down into the door frame to look at you as you giggled. “What are you laughing at?” Aizawa asked rhetorically, “I don’t see anything funny here.” Hizashi stated before they closed the door to the backseat, the two of them climbing in the front. You tried to drop the smile but it was hard when you knew that despite being upset with you they both couldn’t contain their adoration for you. 

The drive back home was mostly quiet, Hizashi played some music but kept the volume low. You could see the two of them resting one hand each interlocked on the center console of the car. They both stole a quick look back at you to see you noticing their hands before turning their attention forward again and tightening their grips on eachother. Normally when you were sitting in the back of one of their cars the other would reach their hand back behind the seat for you to hold, or, turn back to check on you every now and then. You knew they were doing this on purpose. You were trying to make them jealous, and now your boyfriends were returning the favor. The drive was short, maybe only 15 minutes before you were back home. 

Although upset, the two still came around to your door, opening it for you and helping you out like true gentlemen. This time Hizashi lifted you into his arms and carried you through the front door. Aizawa undid the clasps on your heels and slipped them off of you while Hizashi still had you in his arms. “We need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier.” Aizawa mumbled as your feet finally hit the ground again. The two were once again in front of you, and you felt like a kid in trouble as they stared down at you. “You better start talking baby girl.” Hizashi said sternly. “I…I didn’t mean to make you both so upset.” you started, they both noticed tears welling up in your eyes. You always cried when you got anxious, and the nerves were killing you right now. You knew they weren't going to leave you over something like this, but you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, especially when they try so hard to keep you safe.

Noticing your tears the boys pull you close to them, their bodies embracing you on either side, Hizashis hand running through your hair gently to try and soothe you. “Shh it’ll be alright” he cooed in a soft voice. “Lets go sit down and talk.” Aizawa said calmly, kissing your forehead before breaking away and walking towards the living room. “Sit down, I'll be right back.” he said, motioning towards the couch as he walked to the kitchen area. Hizashi sat down first and pulled you down into his lap, still running his fingers through your hair. Aizawa soon emerged from the kitchen with a mug of warm tea, setting it on the coffee table as he sat next to Hizashi. He pulled you to him so you were laid across both their laps, head resting on his chest and legs across Hizashis. Your black haired boyfriend reached down and grabbed the mug of tea, letting your smaller hands wrap around his, as you both guided the mug to your lips taking a sip. 

“Y/N baby, talk to us.” Hizashi said quietly, running the palm of his hand over your bare leg. You took a deep breath, “I didn’t mean to upset you guys, when I fell, it really was just an accident. When I saw how jealous you guys got at that guy helping me, I just thought it would be fun to see how you would react to more.” You sniffled through your words, trying your hardest to calm yourself down. Aizawa raised the mug to your lips one more time, letting you take another sip before reaching forward to set it on the table again. “You let that man put his hands on you Y/N. After all we have done to keep you safe, you toy with us like that?” Aizawa says, wiping the tears from your face. His hands moving to your arms, rubbing them soothingly. “Stop crying baby, I hate to see our girl this upset.” His voice was lower than normal, raspier, his words had a weight to them different than before. 

Hizashi's grip on your legs tightened, the energy in the room had changed suddenly. You quickly became aware of this change, their intentions were never to make you upset, in this moment, right now, their main goal was to prove a point. You belonged to them and they were gonna make sure you knew it. Their hands moved over your body for a while, calming you down while also riling you up. Aizawas hand moved from your arm to your torso, grazing across your side and stomach gently, occasionally working its way up the center of your sternum. Hizashis hands moved further up your leg, his grip on your flesh getting tighter and tighter. You couldn't help but let out a few low breaths at the feeling. “I bet that guys hands could never feel this good on you.” Hizashi stated very matter of fact like. “He would never get to hear the noises my fingers make you let out.” His voice was darker, and his fingers were now dancing at the bottom hem of your short skirt. 

“I don’t think he would have gone that far.” you whispered, why you were trying to defend that man you don't really know. Maybe it’s because you caused your boyfriends to give him quite the freight, either way you knew trying to defend him was a stupid idea. “Oh come on, we all know what that guy was doing Y/N.” His fingers started to pull up the hem of your skirt as he spoke. He looked down at your panties hungrily. You noticed Aizawa's gaze had moved down too, both men taking in the sight of your exposed panties. “Too bad for him you are all ours. It seems you might need a little reminder of that though doll.” Pieces of his blonde hair were starting to fall out of the bun he had it in, framing his face in a way that he knew drove you crazy. 

You let out a sharp breath as the pads of Hizashis fingers lightly grazed over your panties, circling around your most sensitive areas. The grip you had on Aizawa's shirt tightened, he let out a low chuckle watching you get so worked up from the smallest of touches. His grasp on your side also got tighter, kneading at the flesh as he held you there. Hizashi moved out from under your legs, positioning himself on his knees between your thighs. He was much taller than you, his appearance was so dominating when he was over you like this. Reaching behind his head he pulled out the hair tie holding his bun in place, his long blond hair falling gracefully. His hair was one of your favorite parts about him. He leaned forward, his blonde locks falling over you, as you thought he was going into kiss you, your eyes followed as his lips met Aizawas. The two’s mouths moved in sync for a while, before your own jealousy took over. You accidentally let out a whimper, catching both of their attention as they broke away from each other. 

“Oh I'm sorry Doll, did you want something?” Hizashi teased, the only thing you could get out in response was another whimper. The two chuckled before Hizashi moved down, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before his lips finally met yours. This kiss was hungry, far more intense than they kiss him and Aizawa shared. Aizawa moved his hair out of the way, flipping it over to the far side of him so he could watch his two lovers make out on his lap. Hizashi lowered his body to yours, grinding himself against you, you could feel how hard he was. He pushed your shirt upwards slowly, not once breaking the kiss. He kept pushing further up until finally your top was sitting just above your exposed breasts. “No bra?” Aizawa chuckled watching as Hizashis hand cupped one of your breasts. He finally broke his lips from yours, kissing along your cheek to your neck. Then down your chest to finally taking one of your nipples in his mouth, toying in with his tongue. You couldn't help but let out small moans and writhe beneath him. He trailed his tongue all the way down your body back to your panties, placing a tender kiss over the fabric. 

In one swift motion, he pulled both your panties and skirt off, exposing you completely. He bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood at the sight of you totally exposed to him in your boyfriend's lap. “All for us right?” he muttered before diving down between your legs. His lips meeting your exposed cunt harshly. You moaned loudly, his tongue dancing through your folds, teasing your clit every now and then. You reached up, cupping Aizawa's cheek in your hand. He pulled your upper body up higher so your face met his, kissing you aggressively. Hizashi had his arms locked firmly around your hips, holding your writhing body in place, while Aizawa used one arm to hold you up and let the other grope your breasts. 

Eventually Hizashi’s lips broke from between your hips, you could see his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. His hair fell in front of his face as he leaned over you, planting his lips on yours and letting you taste yourself on him. “Are you gonna be a good girl and prove to us that you're all ours?” his voice was hoarse, you could feel his breath on your mouth as he spoke. You were far too worked up to remember how to speak clearly, so you eagerly nodded. “That's not an answer, use your words.” Aizawa commanded, his tone was always so stern, he could be so bossy when he wanted to be. “Yes.” you said, it was the only thing you could manage to get out in your dazed state. “Yes what, Doll?” Hizashi traced his fingertips over your neck and jaw as he watched you struggle beneath him with a shit eating grin on his face. “Y-yes daddy.” you stuttered. 

Your words made them both smile, both letting out a slight groan at the name you had for them. They both loved when you called them daddy, or sir, Aizawa even preferred if you called him mister, or master at times. “I think we need to move to the bedroom.” Aizawa grunted, Hizashi nodding in agreement. Hizashi kissed your lips one more time before giving the same treatment to Aizawa. Hizashi crawled off of you, turning to face you as Aizawa pulled your shirt the remaining way off, before standing up and throwing you over his shoulder with him. You gasped at the sudden movement, feeling Aizawa chuckle slightly at you. 

Suddenly you were being thrown back over Aizawas shoulder, landing firmly on the bed you three shared. You sat on your knees at the edge of the bed where the two boys stood, waiting for them to give you your next orders. They both reached out a gentle hand, caressing either side of your face as they looked down at you. You sat up further, desperate for more attention, attaching your lips to Hizashis, and then quickly turning your attention to Aizawa, the two bringing their faces closer together, the three of you alternating your lips on each others, occasionally the three of you connecting at the same time. You were so distracted by their mouths you didn't even notice the two of them undoing their jeans, freeing their lengths. In a swift move, Aizawas hand on your shoulder pushed you back down, placing you at eye level with their members. 

You moaned with eagerness, reaching both of your arms out to take them in your hands, staring up at them with puppy eyes as you do so. “Come on now princess, show us what those pretty lips can do.” Aizawas firm grip on the back of your head practically shoved your mouth over him as he spoke. You swirled your tongue around his cock as he pushed your head back and forth before sliding out of your mouth. Hizashi stood waiting impatiently, stroking himself lightly at the sight of you. Aizawa could be so stern but Hizashi was almost always so much rougher in bed, his movements far more aggressive when he gets worked up. He grabbed your head with both hands, one tangling into a fistful of your hair at the back of your head, the other harshly holding your chin and jaw, using a single finger in your mouth to keep your lips open and ready for him. He tilted your head back so you were looking more upward at him, as he bent forward slightly. “Such a good girl… keep this pretty thing open for me.” He demanded, before you watched a trail of saliva leave his mouth, feeling it hit your tongue. 

He groaned watching you do that, so dirty for them. Standing back up he was already practically fucking the back of your throat with his cock. He loved the sounds you made, and how messy you got as you took him. The slight gagging noises, accompanied by the drool dripping from your mouth as he mercilessly fucked your face was simply too much for the two men. “God, you're so hot.” Hizashi said as he pulled your mouth off of him. The two discarded the clothing they still had on, you traced the star tattoos Hizashi had placed along one side of his hip while Aizawa climbed on the bed with you. He laid down, resting his head on the pillow as he took your arm and pulled you to him. 

“Come here angel, show your daddies who you belong to.” His voice was so gruff, his black hair fell perfectly around his face. You climbed over him positioning yourself just over his cock, but not sinking down onto him yet. You felt Hizashi climb in the bed behind you, the palm of his hand running up your spine as he pushed you forward. While Hizashis hand held you down, Aizawas fingers on your hips held you in place. Your face rested in the crook of Aizawas neck, you could feel the blonde behind you poking at your entrance, and you let out a few whines in anticipation. Finally he slipped inside of you, “Fuck, your so tight doll.” he gasped out, barely audible. You let out a small moan and bucked your hips back slightly, adjusting to his size, he was already so big you weren’t sure how you ever got them both to fit in you. 

And with that thought in mind the two pushed your hips down, Aizawas tip barely touching your pussy. “Ready?” Aizawa asked, wanting to make sure you were prepared to take the two of them. You nodded into his neck before slowly the two pushed your hips down further Aizawa entering you with caution. Although they wanted to prove a point to you, their goal was to never seriously hurt you. Finally Aizawa's full length was inside you, pressed tightly against Hizashis. You let out a loud moan at the sensation. The two gave you another moment to adjust before they started slowly moving their hips in sync. Aizawa used his grip on your hips to move you back and forth over them, “Is this what you wanted, huh baby, is it?” Aizawa groaned. “Yes sir.” you responded between moans with deep breaths. 

Hizashi was loud behind you, as he always is, you gasped as you felt his hand come down hard on your ass. Surly he was gonna leave a few marks on you. “Tell us how much you love it. We wanna hear how good it makes you feel having two cocks fuck you at the same time.” Hizashi demanded. You wanted to answer him but the overstimulation you were feeling as you approached your orgasm made it hard to talk. That is, until you felt his hand come down on your ass again. “I know you heard me doll, tell us how much you love it.” “Fuck, I love it, I love the feeling of my daddies dicks inside me.” He smirked at your answer letting out a small chuckle. “It's so good… im gonna…” you started but couldn't finish, you were too close.

Suddenly Aizawa's hands were around your neck, holding your face mere inches from his as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you gonna cum princess? You know if you do, were gonna keep fucking you til were through with you?” His words were a threat, it didn’t matter how overstimulated you were, they were gonna use your body as much as they wanted tonight. Even so, the restricted airflow to your lungs gave you the extra push you needed as your orgasm ripped through you. The two never slowed their pace though, if anything they got faster. Aizawa using one hand to lightly slap your cheek as the two plowed into you. Never having a moment to recover from your first orgasm, another one rose in you almost immediately. “Please.” you begged, not quite sure what you're actually begging for. 

“What doll? You don’t expect us to take it easy on you now do you?” Hizashi asked in a condescending tone, his nails dragging down your back as he leaned forward, biting your shoulder blade. Your second orgasm ripped through you even stronger than the first. And yet still, the two fucked into you with what seemed like extreme speed. “Please, I can't take anymore.” You begged them. The amount of stimulation your body was feeling was leaving you worn out. Your vision was blurry and you felt on the verge of passing out from the pleasure. “I'm sure you have at least one more for us.” Aizawas' voice hitched, you could tell the two of them were close too. As much as they wanted to keep drawing this out, the feeling was too good for them too. 

The two of them started getting sloppy with their movements, your juices covering them caused them both to almost slip out of you a time or two, and yet they managed to stay buried in you. Your head dropped into Aizawa's neck again, Hizashis forehead resting on your shoulder where he just bit. You could feel Aizawa's chest rising and falling faster, his breathing getting more labored. “One more baby.” he groaned. Your legs were shaking around him, teeth gritted as you tried your hardest to stay conscious. A few tears started to run down your cheek, surely causing the makeup you were wearing to smudge and stain your face. “I think im gonna…” and with that Hizashi spilled inside of you, coating your insides and Aizawa’s dick in ropes of cum. 

He remained inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him as you came again. Your body was weak at this point, barely able to hold yourself up at all. Aizawa’s arrival came shortly after, cock twitching inside of you as he emptied himself. Hizashi wrapped his arms around your torso, holding your body up for you as he pulled you back towards him. He rested the back of your head against his chest, kissing your neck and shoulder as you tried to calm down. The two slipped out of you, their mixed cum dripping from you. 

Aizawa ran his hand up your torso, feeling your trembling body. “Look at our pretty girl.” You opened your eyes to look down at him, seeing a sly smile appear on his face. “I don't think i’ve ever seen you smile like that.” you muttered out. Your voice was barely audible, and trembling. Hizashi laughed at your little joke, “Ya know I think she’s right babe.” he agreed, his grip around your torso tightening slightly. Aizawa shook his head, the smile on his face growing slightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He said, sitting up fully in front of you. He planted a kiss on your forehead, before tilting his head up to peck Hizashis lips.

[montybooks]

can you do a slight spicy but cute one-shot of Erasermic walking in on their s/o playing Just Dance? 💆‍♀️

you can just make it fluffy if you wanna

I have to admit…. I loved this

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🖤💛 “Work That Body” — Erasermic x Reader (slightly spicy, v cute)

It started out innocent.

You’d been home alone, bored out of your mind while your boyfriends were finishing up at U.A. So you figured — why not? A little Just Dance never hurt anybody. You picked a playlist, ditched the pants (they were overrated anyway), and started moving to the beat in just a tank top and thigh-high socks.

What you didn’t know?

Your boyfriends had decided to come home early. And they weren’t exactly quiet about it.

“Do you hear that?” Hizashi asked, pausing as he cracked open the apartment door, cocking his head. “That’s… music?”

Aizawa squinted down the hallway, his brow already furrowing. “Sounds like some sort of workout. Or a fight.”

“It’s Beyoncé,” Hizashi corrected with a grin.

They crept in, quiet as possible… until they turned the corner and saw you in the living room—socks sliding on the floor, hips rolling, arms raised like you were the star of your own music video.

You didn’t notice them. Not yet. You were too busy lip-syncing into a hairbrush like a mic, doing a body roll that had no business being that smooth.

Aizawa blinked slowly. “…They’re dancing.”

Hizashi’s jaw was slightly dropped. “No, babe. They’re performing.”

And perform you did—twisting around, chest heaving slightly from the effort, cheeks flushed. The song switched to something even more sultry, your movements getting slower, heavier, more playful.

That’s when you turned… and locked eyes with your two boyfriends standing in the doorway.

You froze. Absolutely mortified.

“…HOW long have you two been standing there?” you asked, breathless, voice squeaking.

Aizawa’s lips twitched, amused. “Long enough.”

Hizashi gave you a slow, appreciative once-over, licking his bottom lip. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen involving a video game. You been practicing those moves for us, sweetheart?”

Your face went up in flames.

“I—I didn’t mean for—It’s just a game—!”

Aizawa stepped forward, gaze dark and soft at once. “Then consider this our turn to play.”

Hizashi was already tugging off his jacket, eyes practically sparkling. “What’s the next song, babe? I vote something with a lot of body contact.”

You tried to cover your face as they closed in on you, but Hizashi pulled you into his chest and kissed your cheek exaggeratedly while Aizawa came behind you, hands on your waist.

“You’re both the worst,” you muttered.

“We’re supportive,” Aizawa corrected, brushing your hair off your neck.

“Very,” Hizashi added with a cheeky grin. “We just think if you’re gonna dance like that, it should come with a little… encouragement.”

Let’s just say the next “dance session” didn’t involve much choreography—

But there was definitely a lot of rhythm. 😉