Soft and fluffy evenings with Shouta and Hizashi where the three of you get home from teaching all day and collapse onto the couch (not even making it to your shared bedroom) and pass out for a few hours before Shouta has to wake up for patrol but you both tug him back down for a little longer
So once again random poly erasermic headcanon for cat quirk darling. This is inspired by my own cat when I trimmed her nail it made me wonder how that would translate to a person with a cat quirk. I had written out a whole explanation of how I thought the claws would translate to a human hand but let's be honest no one wants to hear that so I'll jump to what we're all here for.
I imagine at least Aizawa had considered that they might have to forcibly trim your nails after 'rehoming' you but the need didn't arise until you actually scratched one of them.
Maybe it was intentional maybe not but either way I imagine within a few hours after the incident you're approached by both of them and they announce what's going to happen. Your nails are getting trimmed one way or another and it'll either be an easy or forceful process.
I guess depending on your choice it'll go one of two ways. You could comply and one of them would grab your hands and (kinda humiliatingly) gently squeeze your fingies to expand the claws and carefully clip them. It would proooobably be Aizawa trimming your nails (claws?) while Hizashi coos at you for being so good :((( if you let him he'd probably pat your head too and once Aizawa finishes he also plants a couple solid pats on top of your head:(((( your ears probably react so cutely too just by the nature of being cat ears.
Oh my god and if Aizawa somehow manages to fuck up and cut too far and ends up catching the quick they'd feel sooooooo bad:'(((((( obviously, that would hurt very bad and start rapidly bleeding, instinctively you retract your hand and hold it to yourself wincing:((((((( Hizashi jumps to comfort you wrapping his arm around your back while trying to gently coax you to give them your hand so they can perform first aid, even if your hesitant they wouldn't be mad cause they know this probably hurts a lot (it does) and it's harder to be rational in situations like this:'''(((((
Depending on your pain tolerance there's a very good chance you're crying and whimpering and they feel SOOOO BAD (as they should tbh). I think Hizashi applies a little styptic powder (it's for stuff like this to stop bleeding) and wraps a little bandage around the finger (giving a soft kiss to the finger if you let him). During this Aizawa has a hand on either your shoulder or head and gently apologizes for his mistake, you're probably not paying the most attention to the things being said to you but you do hear it lmao.
They definitely make it up to you somehow probably in a manner specific to you. Something like your favorite meal you haven't had in a while or some new stuff (within reason) you've expressed interest in. They both probably say sorry a couple more times since you were so obedient and they still hurt you.
If you're,,, not obedient however,,,,
Depending on your history Aizawa probs expected you to put up a fight. Having someone else force trim your nails is embarrassing enough but these clowns???? No way you were not gonna let them. Hizashi is disappointed but it's not a very long struggle to get you under control. It's two grown pro hero men what did you expect.
You might have gotten some good scratches or even bites in but eventually, Aizawa is able to get behind and grab both your wrists, holding them out in front of you for Hizashi to handle trimming. This is far from an ideal situation since even though you're tired, you can still do many things to struggle. Simply curling your hands into fists, trying to turn and bite Aizawa, and just struggling as an action will make it much harder for Hizashi to be careful when trimming your nails to not actually cut any flesh.
In this scenario where you're fighting tooth and nail, you're almost guaranteed to get hurt. When he inevitably cuts your finger or the quick of your nail and you cry out trying to pull back on yourself, they feel much less bad. As expected they definitely blame you for this, if you hadn't struggled you wouldn't have gotten hurt but they still feel sympathetic.
They probably have to force the first-aid again but aren't as understanding of any resistance, by this point they're also getting tired and annoyed with your behavior. Once Hizashi is able to wrestle the injured hand from you and apply treatment they probably punish you still for being so insubordinate.
It's probably nothing serious, just locking you in your room without entertainment though you probably still get dinner brought to you.
Overall,,,,,,,, they're kinda annoying tbh
For such a silly concept this post was wayyy longer than expected, I'm kinda just spitting out my thots all the time so it's never given any quality control
What we are lacking as a society is Erasermic content
DUDE I could not agree more. These men have me in a chokehold and I’m not complaining
(Slight nsfw)
There isn’t a single boring moment with these two. If there’s any aspect you’ve ever wanted in a relationship, one (if not both) of them have it covered. Aizawa tends to be the more serious and traditionally romantic one in the relationship. He’s the one planning candlelit dinners, sending you both roses after a date night, taking you both out dancing. (As much As he dislikes socializing, he actually really loves going out dancing. Shoutout to the panel of young Aizawa tap dancing.) Hizashi is the more spontaneous of the two men. He’s the one who wants to plan spur-of-the-moment weekend trips, have impromptu karaoke nights, drags both of you out into the pouring rain to dance then accepting the responsibility of taking care of anyone who ends up sick from doing so. They tend to be complete opposites who compliment each other so perfectly. They’re both usually totally cool with letting the other (or you, of course) plan the date night- but when they team up to do it together? Oh boy. Everything they do is so perfectly overwhelming and there isn’t a single aspect you’d want to change. It’s like they surround you entirely and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
One of their favorite times to team up is when things get a bit more heated. Hizashi tends to be more soft and generous while Aizawa is more strict and stern; you’re never quite sure where or who to focus on. They don’t always agree on how things should go however, which quickly leads for the two of them fighting for control of the situation. The main focus might be off of you for those few moments but the sight of the two of them together is hot enough more than enough to keep you satisfied regardless.
Unsurprisingly, not the most enthusiastic holiday cheerleader
Mostly appreciates having time off to spend relaxing, sleeping, or cuddling up somewhere cozy
He wouldn't say or show it, but he's excited to have more energy to spend doting on the people he's closest to
Not that he'd get super into cooking or do a whole thorough house cleaning, but you'd notice he's chipping in more here and there, and possibly even offering to make something small (if he's feeling particularly perky)
While he's not really interested in big events or gatherings, Shota definitely enjoys taking the time to find the kind of present for someone that would make them start bawling with happiness
He's also not big on receiving gifts, but can be pleasantly caught off guard with something meaningful and practical
If he's been needing more stationary or has been struggling with certain tasks, gifts that would make those kind of things more tolerable for him would mean a lot
Hizashi Yamada
It's ya boi, the Winter Holiday MC
Polar opposite to Shota - again, not very surprising
Although he likes having parties and getting to express festive excitement with people, Hizashi definitely enjoys the wind down with his favorite people at home (probably his favorite part, tbh)
Somehow manages to get Shota to wear a holiday hat, but can't convince him to get more into the spirit than that
Wants to get something for everybody, so usually everyone gets a small trinket just as a "THINKING OF YOU" from Hizashi
His favorite people, though, get absurdly large gifts
One year he got Shota and Nemuri giant teddy bears that they had no where to put, so he ended up keeping them in his room
Shota has so many holiday clothes now
There was a size limitation on gifts after that
He's been making a genuine effort to get Shota more practical and less...uh, difficult to store presents
He was embarrassed when Shota snorted at the socks Hizashi had gotten him, but was reassured that it was a good sign
Shota has so many holiday clothes now
EraserMic x Reader
If you were together before Eri and Shinso came into your lives, holidays would have been mostly curated by you and Hizashi, with Shota doing as little as he could get away with (not in a "I hate this" way; he just has to be mindful and allocate his energy wisely)
(He a tired boi)
Shota didn't always accompany you and Hizashi to events, but that was fine 'cause y'all had a blast being each other's party hard enablers
And then you'd get to go home and unwind with the chillest of dudes
*chef kiss*
After Eri and Shinso become part of the family, holiday events were attended even less in favor of spoiling these kids
Shota didn't necessarily need an excuse to forego parties, but he had two now, so
He also seemed to really enjoy introducing Eri to holidays, traditions, and seasonal treats
Hizashi loves getting to take holiday family photos
He's finally able to get Shota into more festive clothes (I mean, who could say no to Eri asking for a family photo, come on)
Shinso and Shota have similar reactions to holiday activities and decoration, which is adorable
Shinso and Eri work together to get Sushi into a costume (approved and supervised by Shota)
Shota removes the costume at the first sign of discomfort
You bake with Eri, play board games with Shinso, sing carols with Hizashi, and watch terrible holiday movies with Shota
When Mirio and Midoriya stop by to pick up Eri and Shinso for some school holiday shenanigans, y'all take the chance to drink egg nog, burn old bones, and express gratitude for what you have and excitement for what comes next
Eri and Shinso tiptoe around the couch so they don't wake the three of you up from the accidental winter nap you fell into
imagine threesome with Aizawa and Mic - they would be so contrasting in their own way!! Aizawa being rough on you, laughing at your pain, degradating you, knowing that he fucked you dumb, while leaving marks on your body - and at the same time - Hizashi whispering in your ear, telling you how you're being such a good girl taking everything they gave you, kissing all over the bruises Shouta gave you 🥺
A-anon!! 😳 chile, you got me HYPE rn with this big brain take! 😩💦 Like, this that GOOD 👏🏾 SHIT 👏🏾
“That feel good, doesn’t it baby? You like when I stretch your cute little asshole like this? Hm?” Hizashi was seated on a love seat and had you angled in his lap, thrusting deep and slow into your tight ass. He has an arm wrapped around your leg, keeping you splayed open with your cunt on display as he fucks into you.
“Y-yeah! Uh huh!” you nodded excitedly, hugging his head against one of your breasts as you let out a loud moan. “Feel s’ good, ‘Zashi!” You absentmindedly tugged at his golden hair, enjoying the way his silky strands felt in your hand. “You feel s’ good..”
He chuckled softly at your sweet voice and began to kiss at your tit gently, careful of the fresh bite marks around your nipple that a certain erasure hero had left behind from a particularly rough one on one you had with him. “He’s so mean to our good girl, isn’t he?” he cooed into your ear. “But you take it all so well. Just like you should.”
You nodded again, mumbling incoherently at his praises. “M-mmh hmm..I can take it, I-mmh! I’ll take it, ‘Zashi...” His sweet words went straight to your pussy, making your hole drip and clench even more than it was. Everything he said was always so sweet-sounding, you could never even pick up on the poison hidden beneath his honeyed words.
He continued to whisper hollow praises in your ear until a dripping wet Aizawa stalked into the room, clad in nothing but a bath towel around his waist. “Well, well! Speak of the devil.” Hizashi laughed, looking up at the unamused man as he came over to the two of you. You were so high on the sweet words coming from Hizashi, you barely noticed Shouta come in. “See something ya like, champ?” Hizashi teased, spreading your pussy lips apart.
“Shut up.” Shouta rolled his eyes, throwing his towel on the other’s head. “Fucking goofball.” He stroked his hardening cock to it’s full intimidating size as he looked down at you, making you squirm.
Hizashi just laughed again and tossed the wet towel to the floor. You whimpered when your eyes met Aizawa’s cold, hard ones and you turned your head away from him, trying to hide from his harsh gaze. “Looks like someone’s happy to see you, Shouta.” Hizashi instigated with a sly smirk, kissing the side of your jaw.
“I barely get here and you’re already managing to piss me off.” Aizawa scoffs, and turns your head back to face him. “You never fail to disappoint.” he hissed, raising your other leg up to rest against his chest so he could plunge into your waiting cunt. You could barely let out a gasp before his strong hands were wrapped around your throat tightly as he fucked into you.
Choking out a desperate groan, your head fell back when you felt Shouta’s thick girth fill you. You grabbed onto his wrists and squeezed gently, silently asking for some lenience only to feel his thumbs press into your windpipe harder. “You need to tighten this sloppy pussy up.” Shouta growled, wringing your neck tighter as he thrust. “Mmm, well she’s plenty tight down here.” Hizashi groaned, smacking his hips up roughly into your ass to match the other’s thrusts.
“Fuck...that’s right. Grip my cock you little slut.”
“Shouta--mmh, fuck, baby girl-- ease up on her. Last time she passed out, you psycho. Look at her, she’s barely hanging on.”
Aizawa growled with annoyance at the blonde and considered the glazed over look coming into your eyes before he finally released the vice grip he had on your neck. “Wouldn’t have to choke her if she didn’t have such a loose cunt.” he sneered, glaring down at you as you gasped for air.
“Pathetic thing..” he sighed, continuing to slide his fat cock against the fluttering walls of your cunt. You let out a broken sob from his menacing tone, moaning in between stuttering gasps as you still tried to catch your breath. “Can’t even get fucked right.”
Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?
(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))
Gently, I imagine.
If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.
They can take their time, be sweet and loving.
"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.
Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.
“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.
You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.
If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.
“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.
You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.
“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”
“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”
It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.
Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.
“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.
The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.
“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”
You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.
Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.
A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.
“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”
Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.
“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.
“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”
“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.
The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.
He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”
You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.
“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.
Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.
“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head.
“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.
“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”
“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.
Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”
“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face.
“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”
You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.
The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.
“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.
Aizawa doesn’t wait.
Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.
“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”
His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-
“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.
“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-
A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.
There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.
The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.
“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.
“I can’t, I can’t, please-”
“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement.
One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.
The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.
You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.
The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.
“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.
But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.
You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.
You feel dizzy.
“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”
Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.
“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.
“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”
Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”
You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.
There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.
He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing.
“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”
“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.
“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”
The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....
You started bawling.
“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.
“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.
“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”
“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown.
The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.
“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”
You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.
Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.
Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.
You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.
You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.
You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.
Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.
The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.
The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.
Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.
Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”
The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.
It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.
The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.
Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”
“Uhnh....”
Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.
It was rare for the man to make such a noise.
“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.
“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.
When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.
“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”
“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.
“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.
You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?
No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.
A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.
But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.
Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.
You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.
Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.
Summary: Y/N finds out that the students have a betting pool on who the three of them are dating. Little do the kids know, all three of them are together and definitely going to use their knowledge to their advantage.
Pairing: Aizawa Shota x gn!teacher!reader x Yamada Hizashi
Warnings: none
Word count: like a few hundred, I’m too lazy to check
A/N: I absolutely love poly stuff, so if you ever want to request it please do. Also this isn’t my best work, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for ages so I’m posting it anyway.
H/N: Hero name
While waiting for you to come into the classroom, a large group of 1A students huddled around a desk. Mina, who was sitting at the desk, had a sheet of paper in front of her.
“Okay so Tokoyami, Tsu, Ochaco, and Jiro, you all are betting on Aizawa and L/N?” Mina read the first category on the paper as the four nodded. “Then Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Mineta, Sato, Aoyoma, and I think Present Mic and L/N. And last we have Midoriya, Ojiro, Shoji, and Hagakure for Aizawa and Yamada.”
“Add me to the last one.” Todoroki, surprisingly, spoke up.
“Alright the only people we don’t have are... Bakugo, Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Koda.”
“WHY WOULD I BET ON-“
“I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE-“
Iida and Bakugo started to simultaneously shout. Iida about respect and rules, Bakugo about how stupid he thought it was. Little did they know, you had been standing outside the door listening to them yell. Even though it was hard to understand what either of them were saying, you managed to figure out that there was a betting pool on you, Shota, and Hizashi dating. You whipped out your phone and sent them a text before opening the door and walking in.
“Alright! Everyone in their seats. Here’s what we’re going to do today.”
***
Shota pulled out his phone when he felt it buzz. Hizashi, who was sitting next to him, did the same. They read the text you sent them before looking at each other. Hizashi looked like he was bursting at the seams, obviously very amused. Shota was also amused but significantly less so. They looked at each other knowingly and silently decided to use this knowledge to their advantage.
***
The three of you had to watch over the cafeteria during lunch, so you made a point to stand very close to Shota while Hizashi stared at the two of you from the other side of the room. Because of your quirk, you were able to hear the group of 1A and 1B kids that were close by, but not close enough for Shota to hear.
“Look at how close Aizawa-sensei and L/N-sensei are standing!” Uraraka squealed. “They’re so cute!”
“But Present Mic is standing over there staring at them, and Aizawa just winked at him.” Midoriya started mumbling about every time he had seen Aizawa and Yamada act like a couple.
As they talked about why their ship was better, you relayed what they were saying to Shota. He looked like he wanted to smile, but he was too good at keeping his face blank.
“You of all people should know that I like to keep my life private, but this is pretty funny.” Aizawa looked to you, but quickly back to the students when he noticed a couple of students from 1B walking up to the class A kids. “Is B in on this too?”
“We heard about you guys betting on H/N, Eraserhead, and Present Mic. We want to join.”
“Yeah! I’m betting on Present Mic and H/N!” Tetsutetsu was loud enough for Shota hear.
Midoriya shushed him, and Kirishima high fived him, saying that he said the same thing. A couple other kids from class B came over to say who they were betting on. You wondered how they had even heard about it or who they would bet on seeing as Shota didn’t teach them.
It had been nearly a week by now. The three of you had been messing with your students continuously. Honestly, it was a little surprising that no one had figured out that you knew about it. All of a sudden the three of you had started acting strange out of the blue, but luckily the students seemed more focused on what you were doing instead of why. It had been rather funny to talk about on the way home. The three of you would share any news you’d heard from the kids or what you did to trick them a bit. Somewhere towards the end of the week the teachers had started to pick up on what was happening, especially anyone else who taugh class A or B. At one point All Might, who is very oblivious even though he has literally seen you and Hizashi cuddling with Shota, asked Shota if he actually was dating either you or Hizashi. Shota apparently literally just stood up and walked away.
Monday morning you walked into the 1A classroom, expecting to only find Shota. Instead, all the students and Shota were there already. Ignoring the students since they were huddled in the back, you walked up to Shota and handed him his lunch.
“You forgot this, dork.” You hit his shoulder playfully. “Zashi did too. I’m glad that one of us knows how to cook. You and Hizashi would burn water if it were possible.”
“Hizashi forgot to grab his lunch? That’s odd for him. He has been stressed lately.” Even though you were quiet, it seemed the students still noticed you.
“See, they act like a couple.” Tsu said quietly to everyone around her.
“But they’re talking about Present Mic too.”
You looked at Shota and smiled.
The next day you and Hizashi were on lunch duty. The two of you stood on opposite sides of the cafeteria, but every time your eyes met you would make weird faces at each other and start laughing. A couple kids from 1B noticed and started watching the two of you like a tennis match. Some other kids joined, even some kids from different years and classes started to look around just to see what the fuss was about.
This went on for about two or three more weeks before people started showing up with pins saying who they shipped. By then, Shota had decided that enough was enough. It had become much less funny to him and much more annoying, especially since almost everyone shipped you and Hizashi more than him and either of you. The day after the buttons showed up, he walked into school holding both of your hands. He walked each of you to your respective class, kissed you both smack on the lips, then left. Immediately, screams could be heard from any 1A or 1B kids nearby. All Might was there too, but he couldn’t have looked more confused and startled. In homeroom, every single one of Shota’s kids asked about fifteen different questions, all talking over each other. He activated his quirk, and they shut up.
“I’m dating them both, now sit down and be quiet before I fail all of you. And get rid of the bet, you all lost.”
~4500 words (I may have gone a little overboard I just really love poly erasermic)
Yandere erasermic x reader / soulmate au
| NSFW warnings: noncon, threesome, vague threats of violence
I’m gonna be putting this into parts (I’m thinking around 3?)
The first few weeks had been especially bad. Waking up with a chain connecting you to the floor in a bed that wasn’t yours in clothes that weren’t yours had been terrifying. You’d been scared of your captor, Shota Aizawa, to the point of tears at first, but now you were sitting on a barstool in his kitchen watching him make dinner.
“Hizashi is coming back tomorrow. You’ll have to get used to him being around, too,” he said, capturing your attention away from the book he’d given you, “He’s loud and excited to see you, but I’ll try to keep him calm.” You nodded when he looked at you, turning back to adjust something on the stove. You weren’t allowed all the way in the kitchen yet, but he said if you behaved you’d be able to soon.
“Wait, Present Mic? Why is he coming here?” You asked when he didn’t elaborate.
“He’s my husband,” he answered flatly. You furrowed your brow, but didn’t question it out of politeness. You nearly laughed at yourself aloud, worrying about being polite to someone who literally kidnapped you.
It had been on your way home from work. You got off the train at your usual station but much later than usual, having to stay late that day. Walking home didn’t seem too dangerous since you lived in a safe area, but that had been a terrible decision. Before you could process what was happening someone had come up behind you, dragged you into an alley while you kicked and attempted to scream, and been shoved to the pavement.
You’d taken some hard hits from your assailant when Eraserhead saved you, tying the guy who attacked you to the dumpster and scooping you up just as you lost consciousness. The newspaper you’d seen the other day said you were missing and there were no leads. There was a separate article about how a vigilante had tied some petty criminal to a dumpster but he still died from his injuries. How convenient.
Realizing you’d been staring at the same page for several minutes, you sighed and closed your book. You set it on the counter and leaned back, boredly swinging your legs and listening to the music Shota had put on. You didn’t recognize it, but every now and then he would hum along for a second.
He set a plate in front of you and handed you a glass of water, watching you carry both to the couch and taking his own to join you. It had become a routine in the last week that you’d both sit on the couch together and he’d put on something to watch while you ate. It was an unspoken agreement that you’d talk to him if he wanted and he wouldn’t touch you or stare you down.
You glanced at him, settling into the cushions and trying to relax. He still made you nervous, but he hadn’t done anything to hurt you, just threatened to chain you up again if you tried to get away, which you hadn’t. He scared you way too much to try before you knew you could get away with absolute certainty.
He settled on some sit-com you knew he didn’t care about, signaling he’d want to talk today. You moved your food around with a spoon (he wasn’t allowing forks or knives yet but also used a spoon in solidarity), waiting for him to say something. He didn’t.
“It’s good,” you said softly, fidgeting a bit awkwardly. His intimidating presence chilled you, making you want to subdue anger he probably didn’t even have. You quickly added, “Thank you.” He grunted in response, shuffling slightly closer to you.
“Y/n, eat all of that and drink all your water. I’ve been lenient until now but you’re going to have to eat more and stay hydrated now. You’re going to have rules now,” he said sternly, sliding your glass a little closer to you. Obediently you took a sip and another bite of your food, letting him continue as you chewed,
“You’re sleeping in my bed from now on,” he took a sip of his drink nonchalantly as you looked away, feeling blood rush into your face. The most he’d touched you was to pat your head a few days ago and that had made you jump. He continued, unaffected by your flustered disposition,
“I wanted to give you more time first so I won’t get mad if you slip up, but ‘Zashi coming home sooner than planned changes things,” he explained softly, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. Your breathing sped up and you resisted the urge to get up and run.
“Why…” you breathed, finally looking at him with tear-filled eyes. One spilled down your cheek and his finger gently caught it, wiping it away.
“You can’t see it, but I’ve got a red string on my wrist attached to you and Hizashi. And he had our names on his arm. Didn’t you notice yours before now?” He arched a brow at you, watching as your eyes widened almost comically.
“I…” you thought back to when you first could see colors. You’d been young, only 12 when you’d been saved by Present Mic, but in all the chaos of the villain attack you couldn’t tell who was the cause and you were too young for it to matter. Your second mark was on the back of your neck, a timer counting down to when you’d meet your other soulmate. Since you couldn’t see it and had been preoccupied the past several weeks, you’d forgotten how close it was to hitting zero.
“We’re all made for each other, kitten,” his face had been slowly approaching yours as you’d had your epiphany, now centimeters away. More tears fell down your face, too shocked to move as he kissed them away. You couldn’t deny the pull you felt toward him, unconsciously leaning into his touch. He placed another kiss to the very edge of your lips and a final one to your forehead before leaning back, taking the plate you were very close to dropping and setting it on the coffee table.
“B-but then why-” your voice trembled and caught in your throat. You choked back a sob, clenching your hands in your lap. You felt sick, the dinner your soulmate had made threatening to come back up. Your head felt fuzzy, like you’d been drinking.
“We had to, sweetheart,” he cooed, wrapping an arm gently around your tense form, “you thought it was a good idea to walk home alone at night, your job was stressing you out, and you wrecked your car not too long ago. You need us to take care of you and getting attacked was the perfect opportunity,” he pushed some of your hair out of your face.
You crumbled, sobbing and letting him hold you, so desperate for comfort that you actually clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying into his neck. You couldn’t see it, of course, but he was smiling as he swiped his fingers soothingly along the timer on the back of your neck that would be at 00:00 forever.
When you calmed down he handed you your water, rubbing your back as you finished it and leaving you on the couch to take the dishes away. You sniffled and let him pick you up, carrying you into the bathroom and getting ready for bed together in a daze. You even let him change your clothes, settling into bed pliantly as you figured out that he probably put sedatives in the food.
The next morning you woke to Shota’s warmth pressed against your back, an arm slung around your waist. You sat up, nearly falling over again groggily. You turned to look at him and saw his eyes open, locking onto you instantly.
“Hey there,” he husked, his morning voice catching you off guard. You pursed your lips, scooting away from him slightly,
“Did you drug me, Aizawa?” You crossed your arms, moving to sit on top of the covers and create some distance. He groaned softly, sitting up,
“Don’t call me Aizawa.” His reminder made your face heat up. He’d let you get by with awkward “hey”s and tapping his shoulder, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t be doing that anymore.
“Did you?” You press, voice a little softer in an attempt to accommodate him. He blinked at you, waiting. You relented, “...Shota?” His expression softened.
“I couldn’t have you running off. Besides, you needed a good night’s sleep. I know you’ve been tossing and turning,” he shrugged, stretching and standing up. You took his hand when he extended it to you, still a little “softened” by whatever he’d dosed you with.
He lead you into the bathroom he’d been having you use, completely idiot-proofed with no way to hurt yourself or anyone else or an escape route. And with all that he still made you keep the door open, doing stuff on his phone while you did whatever you had to do. You saw him pull up a messaging app as you entered, running the shower and stripping, shyly glancing at him often to reassure yourself he wasn’t watching.
When you got out he gave you something new to wear, an actual dress instead of one of their shirts. You didn’t question where he’d gotten it, simply thanking him quietly and putting it on when he turned around to give you the illusion of privacy. He hadn’t given you anything to wear under it, though.
“Um, Shota?” You called, looking everywhere but directly at him. He turned around, looking you over and giving your head a pat. You shuffled your bare feet awkwardly, “Can I have something to wear under it?” His hand rested on your waist lightly, eyes roaming your figure leisurely.
“I’ll have to go out and buy you some. Hizashi bought this a while ago when we figured out your identity,” he smiled, probably recalling a fond memory with his husband. Your other soulmate. You really didn’t want to admit it, but it felt nice that someone had been so excited to meet you that they’d gotten you a gift.
He made breakfast, insisting for the first time that you sit on his lap to eat. The day was mostly uneventful, you read and Shota let you make tea while he supervised. By six you were sitting at the bar in front of the kitchen, watching him chop vegetables.
You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, Shota eyeing you to make sure you wouldn’t try to run.
“Babe?” You heard Hizashi call, recognizing his voice easily from all the times you’d listened to him since you’d been there and even before.
“In here,” Shota called back, still tending to dinner. You looked at him for direction but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care to give it. Footsteps sounded behind you and you spun in your stool, facing your other soulmate for the first time since he’d saved you as a child. He dropped his bags, keys, and a water bottle he’d been holding, jaw dropping as he stared at you.
“Sho you didn’t,” he breathed, and for the briefest of moments you thought he’d be against this and rescue you again, but that was not the case.
“Happy anniversary,” Shota appeared, pulling the blonde in for a kiss. Hizashi tore his eyes from you and cupped the other man’s face as he repeated the expression. They really looked in love.
“She’s even more beautiful in person!” He beamed, closing the distance between you so fast if you’d blinked it would have seemed like he teleported. He immediately pressed his lips to yours, holding you tightly as you weakly struggled, tugging his sleeves and making muffled protests against his mouth.
“’Zashi, calm down, I haven’t trained her and I’ve barely touched her,” Shota placed a hand on his shoulder and he pulled away, leaving you panting and slightly panicked in his grasp.
“Aw, come on, Sho,” he whined, continuing to hold you against him, “She seems like a good girl she probably barely needs any training,” his hand stroked your hair and he pressed his cheek against the top of your head. You gave Shota a wide eyed look,
“Trained?” You asked nervously, squirming a little in Hizashi’s arms. Shota’s tired expression morphed into something more devious, the corner of his lips twitching up,
“We need to be sure you’re not gonna run off on us, kitty,” he cooed, “We need to…” he paused, searching for the right word, “house train you, so to speak.” His tone made you nervous, shrinking into the arms holding you.
Shota pecked your cheek and returned to the stove, giving the food a stir and asking about Hizashi’s trip so casually you’d think he hadn’t just implied something sinister. Hizashi picked you up, sitting in your stool and pulling you into his lap as he chatted with his husband. You fiddled with the hem of your dress and vaguely wondered if they intended on getting a special license to add you into the marriage as they did for people with multiple soulmates. You really hoped things wouldn’t get that far.
A hand trailed along your thigh, massaging the soft flesh and making your dress ride up a bit. You shifted, pressing your knees tightly together and making sure it didn’t go too high as another settled on your waist, gently rubbing up and down, dangerously close to your breast. You were suddenly very aware of your lack of underwear, nipples pebbling and sticking out against the fabric. You shuddered.
“I picked this out for you, doll,” he said quietly, breath tickling your ear before he stooped and planted several light kisses on your neck, “Do you like it?” You writhed slightly, but stopped immediately when you heard his breath hitch and felt something stir under you.
“Please…” you whispered, trying to plead with him the way you had Shota, whose head snapped around to send you a look that had tears instantly welling in your eyes.
“Y’n,” he said, staring you down. You sniffled, brows knitting together as you fought a sob.
“It’s fine, Sho,” Hizashi said calmly, stroking your shoulder and kissing the top of your head, “sweet little girl just needs some guidance, isn’t that right?” his voice dripped condescension and he pinched your cheeks, chuckling lightly as his had whetted with tears.
Shota sighed, “Tell ‘Zashi you liked the dress,” he started plating the food, leaving Hizashi to comfort you. He seemed to enjoy the task, wiping your face and kissing your temple. You told him you liked the dress.
You let him dote on you, clamming up when his hands wandered to uninvited places. You were seated in his lap again in the dining room as you all ate, the two men making light conversation and Shota telling his husband how he’d kidnapped you and your progress from terrified mute to scared yet willing to seek comfort from your captors.
“She’s done well, overall. I think once we solidify things it’ll go even faster. We could probably start making wedding preparations by October,” Shota discussed you casually, like he was telling Hizashi about the weather. Like you weren’t there.
“Wedding...preparations?” You asked nervously, picking at your food with a fork for the first time since you’d been stripped of freedom.
“Of course,” he continued, giving you a slight smile, “you’re our soulmate.” They discussed plans to get you more clothes, making you tense as taking your measurements was discussed. When you finished dinner, Shota cleared the table and tended to the dishes, leaving you alone with Hizashi for some bonding time.
“And if you want, we could do a destination honeymoon,” he rambled, ignoring your borderline catatonic state as you stared off into space, sinking further and further into a mental space you didn’t understand. Wedding? Honeymoon? How long would it be before you’d be able to escape?
“You’re gonna overwhelm her,” Shota’s soothing voice came from behind. He patted your head when you turned to look at him, taking note of the way your eyes looked a little glossier than usual, “Come on, we should head to bed. You must be tired.”
Hizashi grabbed his bags, following as Shota took your hand and lead you back into the bedroom. You sat on the bed, yawning as you realized constantly being made to go to bed so early had you tired already. You expected them to toss you another big t shirt and a pair of sweats too tall for you, but instead Shota pulled you up so you were standing in front of them.
“Are we going to bed?” You eyed the dresser, unsure if they wanted you to choose or something. Hizashi snorted, working the buttons of his shirt open as Shota turned you around to unzip the back of your dress. He ran his hand down the bare skin of your back, sliding the fabric forward off your shoulders.
Your hands shot up, pinning the covering to your chest as your breathing sped up,
“Shota?” you looked back at him over your shoulder as he rubbed along your skin. He didn’t answer, pressing his lips to your shoulder and gently coaxing the dress down until it bunched around your ankles on the floor. Your lip trembled as you tried to cover yourself with your hands, arms crossing your chest.
“So pretty,” he murmured against your shoulder, sliding his hands up your sides and gently tugging at your arms. Tears spilled onto your cheeks as Hizashi joined, stripped to his boxer briefs, dropping to his knees in front of you. He kissed the center of your chest just below your breasts, hands settling on your hips. You shook your head,
“Please don’t,” you whimpered, “d-don’t look,” you crossed your legs, arms locked against your chest as Shota rubbed them, attempting to get you to drop them yourself.
“But you’re so beautiful, angel,” Hizashi spoke softly, trailing kisses down your stomach while Shota wiped your tears away and pulled you gently into a kiss. It was the first time you’d kissed him properly, and the sense of fulfillment that settled into your chest made you both gasp against each other, making you melt a little.
Hizashi’s lips trailed along your hips, not wanting to distract you from kissing Shota. When your mouths parted you felt warm, nearly sinking into his adoring gaze before remembering how he’d kept you chained, cold and alone as you screamed and cried in that room. He must have sensed your conflict, kissing you again before trailing down your neck and giving Hizashi’s jaw a little tap.
Lips departed your hips as the blonde stood, leaning down to kiss both your tear-stained cheeks and then your lips, the jolt from him significantly less intense thanks to him pouncing on you earlier. It still felt good, though, as much as you hated to admit it. His hands cupped your face and without thinking you placed yours over them. You felt Shota move lower, caressing your hips and kissing along your back, lingering where it dipped at your waist.
You squeaked, flinching away from Hizashi as you felt Shota’s hands kneading your ass, spreading and squeezing your cheeks. Your arms wrapped around Hizashi’s neck as you tried to wriggle out of the other man’s grasp. He chuckled, holding your hips still for his partner rather than helping. You whined, burying your face in his neck as fresh tears fell onto his skin. He rubbed a hand soothingly along your back as Shota continued, kissing and then biting the flesh.
You sniffled, breathing shakily and hard into Hizashi’s neck, fingers tangling in his loose hair. He shushed you like a child, hugging you close and nearly groaning at your breasts being pressed flush against his chest.
“Maybe we should’ve given her wine at dinner, Sho,” he said softly, brows furrowed as you sobbed softly on him, “She’s nervous, aren’t you love?” Gently, he pried your arms from around him, leaning back to look at you.
“She’ll be fine, taking both of us so close together will probably help a lot,” Shota stood, sweeping your legs and making you fall into his arms. He deposited you onto the bed, licking his lips and kissing you heatedly, lapping at the inside of your mouth. You groaned against him, holding onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.
Hizashi tugged at Shota’s shirt, making him break your kiss to let him remove it. He straddled you, pressing his bare chest to yours and resuming his tongue’s exploration of your mouth. You whimpered, feeling him shifting atop you as Hizashi rid him of his clothes, placing a playful smack to his ass once it was bare. You felt his cock, hot and heavy, tap against your thighs, making you clench them together and sob against Shota’s lips.
He leaned back, wiping the trail of saliva that followed away, and crawled off of you. Settling behind you, he pulled you up into a sitting position so you rested against his chest, instantly grabbing and pinning your arms as you tried to cover yourself. He kissed your head, murmuring little praises as his husband pried your legs apart, settling between them to take in the view as close as possible. You writhed, Hizashi pinning your legs as you struggled, openly sobbing,
“Please don’t do this,” his face as he gazed at your twitching, wet pussy looked euphoric. He inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back at your scent.
“Sho, she smells good enough to eat. And she’s wet,” he smirked, swiping his finger along your slit and holding up the glistening digit for his accomplice. Shota groaned in your ear, trapping both your wrists in one hand and kneading at your breast with the other.
“Eat her, then,” he growled, husky voice making your back arched a little involuntarily.
Your soulmate obliged, not needing to be told twice as he closed the distance, flattening his tongue and smearing your juices up to your clit. You cried out, trying to wriggle away as he circled his tongue around the little bud. It was like he already knew how to make you tick, flicking his wet appendage along every spot that made you squirm and hitting your sweet spot the second his fingers penetrated you. In seconds you were moaning, tears drying on your face as you bucked your hips against him.
Shota flicked and toyed with your nipples, leaving your hands free. You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging it as the pleasure continued to build. You groaned his name and then Hizashi’s, occasionally still babbling for them to stop. Your orgasm sent waves of the most intense pleasure you’d ever felt jolting through your body, making you writhe and cry out as your soulmate lapped up your fluids.
You started to cry again as he continued past the point of pleasure and into painful territory, fingers leaving black locks to pull at blonde ones. He groaned, pumping his fingers faster and harder into your throbbing heat and flicking his tongue harshly against your overstimulated nub. You came again, muttering incoherently as he slowed to a stop, leaning back and wiping his face with a satisfied grin.
“She’s so cute,” his hand trailed up your thigh, “You should try,” he told Shota, watching your cunt twitch and chest heave.
“Later,” you looked up to see him licking his lips and watching you heatedly. You shuddered, sniffling as he wiped away a stray tear. Noticing Hizashi watching, you closed your legs, sitting up and bringing your knees to your chest.
“Are we done?” Your voice came out quiet and coarse, a little shaky as your eyes continued to flood. You bit your lip, looking between the men.
“Not quite, kitten,” Shota’s lips pressed to your back, working up between your shoulder blades and sucking when he reached your neck. He left several bites and hickeys as his husband cupped your face, kissing you softly and slipping his tongue past your lips. You whimpered against him as Shota abused the sweet spot on your collarbone, one hand on your thigh and the other in Hizashi’s hair.
He broke the kiss, planting another soft one on your forehead, “How did you hold back so long, Sho?” he breathed, nuzzling his face against your hair and sighing happily as Shota pecked his lips.
“Wanted to let you go first,” he murmured, kissing him again before readjusting you to the same position as before, resting against his chest with your wrists in his hands, “go ahead.”
Hizashi pulled your hips forward a touch, spreading your legs with his knee and spreading his pre against your weeping slit. His tip against your clit made you twitch, back arching as he toyed with the sensitive nerves. When he’d finished he lined up with your entrance, pressing in slowly to avoid overwhelming you.
Your mouth opened and your eyes clenched shut, head falling back against Shota as he pushed in, inch by inch sliding in until he was buried to the hilt and his hair pressed against you. He groaned sinfully, humping shallowly as you got used to his size. A choked sob left your throat as he started thrusting, pulling out nearly all the way and sliding back in as gently as he could manage when your cries made you pulse around him.
“You feel so good,” he panted, “Good girl,” his thrusts got rougher as he leaned forward, tongue slipping into your open mouth and swallowing your half-pained half-pleasurable moans. Shota let go of your wrists, stroking your hair as well as Hizashi’s as he took in the sight. With your arms free you desperately clung to the man pounding you into his husband, crying against his lips and swirling your tongue against his in a bizarre attempt at seeking comfort from him.
Shota’s fingers intruded on your kiss, collecting saliva from both of you and making it drip down your chins before moving the slicked digits to roll circles into your puffy clit. You gasped at the contact, eyes opening and rolling back into your head as the blonde broke the kiss, licking up the tears lingering on your cheeks. His hips sputtered, lewd squelching noises reverberating through the room as Shota continued his assault on your abused bead.
You came first, back arching, tongue flopped out of your mouth, eyes half-lidded and rolled up into your skull, head braced back against Shota’s chest as you spasmed, clenching around Hizashi’s cock and milking him for all he was worth. He released deep inside, cumming directly against your cervix and rolling his hips to hump against you, riding out both your orgasms. As it subsided, you fell limply against your dark-haired soulmate, completely spent and feeling as though you were floating, disconnected from reality. You felt hands caressing your thighs, hips, and gently pushing sweaty strands of hair from your face.
“...re so good for us,” you focused enough to take in their praises, still shaking as your cunt twitched and drooled Hizashi’s seed. You blinked a couple of times and saw him staring at it, reaching down to collect what was dripping and push it back in, making you whimper weakly. He licked his fingers clean and crawled over you to kiss Shota, both men shifting and gently readjusting you until you were pressed back against Hizashi’s chest. Shota settled between your legs, thumbs spreading your pussy apart for his inspection.
You felt fresh tears stinging your eyes, “Please… please no more,” you croaked, weakly squirming. He leaned down, kissing your inner thigh and inching closer to your fucked out hole.
“Shhh, kitten,” he gently licked up your folds, smearing Hizashi’s cum across your skin and making you flinch when the muscle flicked your overstimulated clit, “You can handle a little more for daddy, right?”
