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It came to mind as you were dancing around the kitchen with your cat, making pancakes on a Saturday morning. Enough of the smell and maybe the noise finally permeated to the bedroom to rouse Hitoshi from his slumber. He stepped through the doorway and into a beam of light that made him squint and raise a tattooed arm to shield his eyes. It perfectly highlighted his built arms and the sinful V that pointed into his black shorts. When your eyes met, a goofy grin spread across each of your faces as you danced over to pull his shirtless frame on to the galley kitchen dance floor.
The two of you were in the habit of surprising the other with a sexual question that had been on your mind anytime and anywhere. In the little over a year you’d been together, the practice has revealed a lot about yourselves to the other. For example, it’s how you learned about each other’s favorite (and most embarrassing) spank bank material, most sensitive body parts, and which of your friends made the most appearances in your erotic dreams. At some point early in your relationship, one of these conversations revealed his dominant nature as well as your long-time desires to be under complete control. Once you started… you never looked back.
Every so often, you liked to reassess your desires and see if anything new had piqued the other’s interest.
As you plopped down at the table and began to dig in, you felt a smirk spread across your face, barely able to contain the excitement for what you knew you were about to unleash. Sensing your energy from across the table, Shinsou paused his loaded fork halfway between the table and his mouth and tried to decode what was decidedly causing way more excitement than what your weekly pancake breakfast usually elicited.
“…Can I help you?” he said slowly before connecting his fork to his mouth.
You dramatically set your elbows on the table, clasped your hands together, and in a self-important voice said, “Ah, yes, Mr. Shinsou, it has come to my attention that it may be time for a re-up on your erotic assessment.”
He gave you a knowing, tight lipped smile and said, ‘A wonderful way to start a Saturday morning.’
‘I think so too!’ you said, returning to your normal voice, patting yourself on the back. ‘So, what’s been on your mind? What’s getting you going these days?’
You watched as he took another bite and began to give it some actual thought. After some time, the look of amusement on his face slowly melted, as if he remembered something that he wished he hadn’t. You raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for an explanation that didn’t seem to be coming.
‘Are you… ok? We don’t have to do this right now.’
’No, it’s not that, it’s just… I’ve been playing with the idea of something that’s never seemed appealing to me or like me before… I’m still not sure if I really want it, or if you would ever want it, but I keep thinking about it…’
It’s not clear whether this is something he wants to continue to discuss, and after a moment, you offered, ‘We could talk it out if that’s helpful?’
Shinsou continued to stare into his plate, pushing his remaining pancakes around the plate before letting out a sigh and softly mumbling, ‘I’ve been thinking about the idea of being forced to sit and watch someone else fuck you.’
As he finished his sentence, he met your eyes, expecting a look of shock or dismay. Instead, he found you looking hungry, lips parted and tongue playing with your bottom lip. He was right, this isn’t something you’d guess he would dream of. Being a dom came so easily to him, you hadn’t ever stopped to imagine him in an actively submissive role. But the idea of him surrendering to someone, someone having their way with you… you were imagining it now and it felt like someone was doing somersaults in your stomach.
After the cloud of arousal cleared enough to regain control of your mouth, you gathered your thoughts and said, ‘Well don’t let my desire weigh on your decision because that sounds like an incredible idea to me.’
Shinsou’s eyes darted to the side, frozen, taking in this new information. Your cat, Georgie, jumped up on the table to make a run for your plates. Eyes still frozen, he reached out, plucked her off midstride, and dropped her to the floor, all seemingly without realizing. As you let out a giggle, Shinsou snapped from his stupor and met your gaze with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
‘It sorta does sound like an incredible idea, doesn’t it?’
There he is.
‘Obviously, if this is something we want to do, we’ll spend some time thinking of the right person to do it. I wouldn’t want to-‘ he tried to explain.
‘Toshi, it’s not something we have to plan right now! Or ever! Let’s just sit with the idea and see how it feels.’ You reached up to stroke his jaw line and watched him relax into your touch.
Georgie re-mounted the table with a vengeance, swiping an extra pancake from the plate in the middle of the table and taking off across the apartment. Shinsou leapt from the table in a chase, looking back and pointing at you as he left the room yelling, ‘Don’t think you’re getting out of answering the same question!’
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That night, you and Hitoshi had planned to go out to Beyond, a private club for pro heroes run by Midnight. While it was a good place to get dinner in the early hours of the evening, it morphed into something darker and sexier after hours that lured heavy crowds which slowly filtered into private playrooms. Moving to Japan only two years ago, it took some time for you to learn who was who in the hero world. Your ignorance was endearing to Shinsou when you met, and still charmed him to this day. In the time you’d been dating, you had met most of Shinsou’s friends from UA, all of whom had spent the last 4 years proving their skill by climbing the hero charts. Still, each time you went out, it seemed that there was a new hero to meet for the first time.
You finished dinner and decided you weren’t ready to leave so you found a spot to sit at the bar. At 9PM, the lights dimmed to low, purple tones. Tables were cleared to reveal a dancefloor, and women in latex began to wander the floor offering drinks. In this light, Shinsou looked sinful, the shadows highlighting his sharp jawline, making the lavender hair of his undercut even more purple, and coloring the tattoos that peaked out from his rolled button-up sleeves. You were too busy ogling his form to realize he had been undressing you with his eyes for at least 30 seconds. You knew you looked good – your skirt was short and red, and your hair was pulled up as a reminder that your bare neck, chest, and shoulders were incredibly kissable. Your eyes wandered to his in time to see him give you a wink as he took a sip from his glass.
Cocky shit.
Memories of your morning conversation bubbled up, guiding your gaze to survey the room. It was full of potential. It wasn’t difficult to conjure images of yourself in the bedroom with most of the strong, beautiful bodies here. Maybe you were doing a little too good of a job at it as Shinsou looked to you, glanced around the room, and turned back to you with a smirk.
‘See anything you’d like to sample?’
‘I think I should be the one asking you - this is for you, after all.’
He leaned close to your ear to whisper over the music, ‘with the way you looked at me after I admitted it, I don’t think this fantasy belongs only to me anymore.’
Your eyes cast down as a blush rose up your neck. His hand crept up your naked thigh until it was teasingly close to the hem of your skirt before giving a quick squeeze, leaning back, and giving you a smug look.
Regathering your resolve, you resumed your inspection of the room.
‘Deku?’
‘Oh, that was fast.’ He laughed. ‘Just reaching for stars right out of the gate, huh?’
‘I wouldn’t mind seeing how the number one hero performs in other arenas.’
‘Well, from what I’ve heard, I don’t think you’d be disappointed. I’m not sure I can stand to overwrite the golden retriever image I have of him though.’
‘Fair. Ok hrm…. Sero?’
‘The tape would certainly be interesting for this purpose, but last I checked, he really had no interest in playing with ladies.’
‘What a shame…’ You shook your head. ‘Bakugo?’
A twinkle appeared in his eye. ‘Adding another bottom to the mix doesn’t exactly help us achieve our goal here, though another time maybe…’
‘He is?’
Shinsou nodded, ‘BIG brat, bigger than you.’ Your eyebrows raised in shock as a smile crossed both of your faces.
Surprising, but now that you think about it, it sorta makes sense.
As your gaze began to stray, you stopped when the color drained from Shinsou’s face at the sight of something behind you. It was similar to what occurred this morning, though this time instead of shame, his features froze into a look of awe and, if you weren’t mistaken, thirstiness. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but it was the first time that you were so unabashedly not the cause of it.
You turned around to see who it was and found a man confidently approaching you, holding direct eye contact with your slack-mouthed boyfriend. His clothes were well fitted and black, matching his long hair that curled around his face and down to his broad shoulders. He wasn’t huge, but he was clearly built and had a blank expression on his face that reminded you of a less snarky version of Hitoshi. His presence was so commanding that even though you weren’t the one his eyes were trained on, you had to fight the urge not to shy away.
‘Shinsou, it’s been too long.’
‘Oh wow.’ Shinsou swallowed and looked to you. ‘Uh, Y/N, this is my sensei from UA, Aizawa. He’s been undercover for over a year now. I didn’t know you had returned, Sensei.’
Aizawa’s gaze shifted to you for the first time, as if suddenly realizing there was a second person in the room. He gave you a once over that would have been imperceptible if he hadn’t lingered just a second too long on your body.
‘This is my first public appearance since reintegrating. I had hoped I might run into you tonight. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N’
‘You too, I’ve heard so much about you from Hitoshi. It’s nice to put a face to the stories.’ You flashed him a smile that you hoped was welcoming and not too reflective of the way your thoughts had quickly veered in an inappropriate direction.
‘Only the good ones, I hope,’ he said with a deadpan expression, turning back to Shinsou. ‘I’m unfortunately on my way out, but I’d love to catch up and hear what you’ve been up to in my absence. Would the two of you want to meet here next week for dinner before the,’ he waved absentmindedly at the room, ‘sex starts?’
Shinsou let out a short cough and gave his chin a nervous scratch. ‘Yeah, sure, that sounds great. Uh, 7:00?’
Aizawa nonchalantly placed his hands in his pockets, tilting his chin up and cracking a small smile that seemed to relish in the flustered reaction he elicited. ‘Looking forward to it.’ He gave you both one final look before turning to walk away, lifting a hand to wave without looking back.
You sat in silence for a moment, Shinsou looking troubled and you, no doubt, looking a little stunned.
‘You never told me Aizawa-sensei was so… daddy…’ you said, breaking the tension.
Shinsou grimaced. ‘Oh yeah, sorry, usually I remember to lead my stories about high school with how much I wanted to fuck my mentor, must have slipped my mind with you.’
You laughed. ‘But you didn’t ever… did you?’
He shook his head and drained his drink. ‘No but there have been times since I graduated where I’ve thought he really wanted it as well. As you can tell he’s a little hard to read.’
‘Well, I think his reappearance has some interesting timing, don’t you?’
Purple eyebrows hit his purple hairline. ‘Are you suggesting I say ‘Hey sensei, long time no see, anyway, do you wanna fuck my girlfriend while I watch like a little cuck?’
‘I mean! Yeah? I don’t know, the way he looked at both of us felt a little like we were prey, don’t you think?’ You grabbed two more glasses off a tray walking by and gave a flirtatious smile to the server before sliding a glass down the bar to Shinsou.
Shinsou leaned back on his elbows against the counter and ran his hand over his face before glancing sideways at you. He aimed for a reprimanding look that said no but fell short and landed somewhere near yearning.
‘You have a week to think about it,’ you said, flashing a sadistic grin. ‘I know I’ll be thinking about it.’
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You both thought about it. It consumed most of your free thoughts and judging by the daze that Shinsou seemed to reside in, you assumed the same for him. By the time your dinner rolled around, you were so invested in the fantasy that you vowed to make it happen by any means necessary. Step one: look irresistible. You had dug through your closet to find your shortest, tightest, little black dress and tried on every pair of heels you owned to choose the ones that made your legs look the best.
You stood in the mirror applying red lipstick when Shinsou came up behind you and placed his hands around your middle. His hold on you was tight and the scent of his cologne was comforting. Now that you look at it, he may have even put some styling products into the mop on top of his head. It was always sexy to know he was dressing up for you but today, you felt a growing flutter inside knowing that it may not be just for you.
From over your shoulder, he shook his head. ‘Between the dress and the lipstick, I’m not sure which is screaming for more attention. Trying to impress anyone?’
Turning on the charm, you planted a loud air kiss and gave a coy glance to the Shinsou in the mirror. ‘It’s long lasting, proven to withstand quite a bit of activity before transferring onto my victims.’ He landed a playful smack on your ass before turning around to finish getting ready.
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When you arrived at the club, everything looked the same as it always did, but the night’s potential had you slightly on edge. You strode through tables confidently, towing Shinsou by the hand and looking back to throw him a look of assurance. He was holding it together, but you wondered how long that façade would last. When you reached the table, you stood side by side, cocked your head slightly to the left, and gave a seated Aizawa a confident smile. Confident, at least, until he stood to shake Shinsou’s hand over the table and became more imposing. He was dressed similarly to last week in dark clothes, though his beautiful hair had been crafted into a half-up bun that you immediately imagined weaving your fingers into.
‘Late, as usual.’
‘Gotta stay true to myself, Sensei.’
Aizawa chuckled. ‘Don’t let his bad behavior rub off on you, Y/N.’ He took you in, pausing briefly on the hem of your dress where it rode high on your thighs. When his eyes returned to your face, his attention was firmly focused on your crimson pout. ‘He’s never been one to behave for my sake.’
You gave a single, nervous chuckle and began to sit down. ‘I don’t think it’s a you thing.’
When everyone was settled, you ordered a round of drinks, and then another. By the time your food arrived, the alcohol had set in, and everything felt more relaxed. They quickly found their old dynamic, falling into easy conversation about Shinsou’s experience at the new Todoroki agency, the story of how you met, and Aizawa’s upcoming return to teaching at UA. Shinsou returned to his sarcastic, witty self and you gave a sigh of relief that you would get through this night without alerting Aizawa of their uneasiness if the topic of sex was never broached.
It was easy to talk to Aizawa because, well, you could see now that Shinsou borrowed a lot more from his mentor than his capture weapon. They were so similar that even though you had just met, it felt like having dinner with an old friend. A sexy, older version of your boyfriend. Your mind began to wander.
‘How’s Georgie?’
‘She’s great! Cunning as ever. Just the other morning before we saw you, she…’ His voice stopped.
‘-she ate an entire pancake that she stole off the table, right!’ you said, trying to recover for Shinsou who had clearly remembered the conversation they’d been having when it happened. The thoughts he’d had about his mentor over the past week were plastered all over his face.
Aizawa shifted his gaze between you, trying to understand what unspoken thing had just occurred but opted to play it cool. ‘That sounds like her.’
As you placed a hand on Shinsou’s arm, the lights dimmed to signal the transition into after hours. Aizawa leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands across his abdomen. ‘Ah, it’s that time already?’
You looked around and found an abrupt shift in the mood. It was darker, but it seemed like everyone was shifting a little bit closer than they were before. The music moved from upbeat jazz to a slower song oozing desire. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a small group heading towards the door to the private playrooms: Deku, Bakugo, and Kirishima with another, smaller figure.
Aizawa had also noticed. ‘They don’t waste any time,’ he chuckled. ‘Do you two ever participate?’
Your eyes flew back to Aizawa’s and your face went hot. He was feigning a look of innocence but was clearly aware of the way his question challenged the comfortable dynamic they had built through dinner. It almost felt like he had a theory as to what had shaken Shinsou and decided to test it. You didn’t dare look at Shinsou though you could feel the way he tensed up under your hand.
It was what you wanted but you had to dig down deep to open your dry mouth and say, ‘We’ve gone back for some time together but never with anyone else.’
He nodded.
‘We’re looking to change that. If you’re interested.’
All attention at the table shifted toward Shinsou, sitting with a mostly unreadable expression and holding undeniable eye contact with Aizawa. Shinsou had morphed the situation back into something he felt comfortable in: a challenge. There was a moment of tension at the table as the men stared at each other and you sat, slack mouthed. Aizawa was the first to break. A slow smirk spread across his face and his eyes went narrow and dark as he leaned back in his chair again.
‘News travels too fast in here for my taste.’ Aizawa said, nonchalantly.
Shinsou let out the breath he’d been holding and cast his eyes down to a leftover straw wrapper that suddenly felt more interesting than the void around him where he had propositioned his mentor for sex. ‘Sure.’
A moment passed that felt like an eternity. You really hadn’t considered what would happen in the event you were turned down, but it quickly dawned on you that the effects of losing their relationship over this would be catastrophic for Hitoshi. Your number one priority shifted toward removing him from this situation with as little harm as possible.
Maybe it’s time to leave and never speak to Aizawa ever again. When you opened your mouth to make an excuse to leave, you were cut off.
‘I didn’t say I was opposed to the idea on the whole, Shinsou, I’m just not a fan of leading my former student into the back of a sex club in front of a large group of my colleagues…’ he paused, ‘today.’
‘Oh…’ Shinsou said quietly, slowly registering the meaning of on the whole and the promise contained in today.
‘That is what you meant, right? Not even 45 seconds ago when you asked me to join you?’ His inflection was intense and would have been completely intimidating if not for the wry twist at the corner of his mouth. He held his hands up in front of his chest in fake defense. ‘Your intensions seemed pretty clear to me but if we’re going to do this, I would want everything to be crystal clear. I don’t mess around with this type of thing.’
Shinsou brought his eyes back to Aizawa. ‘It is what I meant. We already talked about it. Though we didn’t necessarily want to do it here.’
You were so used to his self-confident persona, watching him quickly flip between quiet cowering and undeniable statements of his desires felt like watching him strip in public - like you shouldn’t be looking at something so private. He had always been vulnerable with you, but the submission encoded into this discussion revealed a side to him that you had never been shown.
‘You had the idea before you arrived, huh?’ Aizawa said teasingly, looking between you. ‘Well you should know, I typically act in the more dominant role in the bedroom, if you were looking for something else I wou-‘
‘I guessed as much. The same is true for me but we have a recent interest in, uh, trying something new.’
‘To what extent?’ Aizawa tilted his head slightly.
‘To the point where I’m not involved. Just an observer.’
Light flashed in Aizawa’s eyes as he mulled over the idea. You could practically see the gears spinning in his head. He settled and turned to you with a firm gaze. ‘I need to hear it from you too, you want this?’
With his attention focused back on you, it was difficult to wrap your head around where the conversation had ended up. It felt so surreal. This wasn’t a real situation that real people found themselves in, and yet, here he was waiting for your response. After a moment, you nodded repeatedly, inadvertently knitting your eyebrows together in desire.
‘I’m gonna need more than that, sweetheart. Is getting words out of you going to be this much of a problem?’
Shinsou pushed his hand across his brow in a jumpy gesture of disbelief. ‘Typically, no…’ he muttered.
You shook your head vehemently. ’No, I want it too. I agree with his idea.’
Aizawa betrayed his cool exterior for a moment with a small gasp before returning to his smoldering gaze. ‘Oh. His idea, huh?’
The cat was out of the bag. Shinsou looked back to Aizawa mortified and emanating shame that you could almost see travel through the space between them like smoke. It fueled Aizawa and made him stronger. He straightened up in his chair and placed his hands on the table.
‘I’m happy to get up and go home with you right now if you’d like, under one condition.’ He held Shinsou’s eye and paused for a moment before saying, ‘At some point in the night, I get to bring you in as an active participant too.’
Shinsou made an audible gulp as his adam’s apple bounced up and down.
‘If that’s what you want.’
‘That’s what I want,’ he declared, punctuated by a single nod.
‘Ok, then. My place or yours?’
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The drive back to your apartment was relatively quiet and sexually charged. Shinsou drove, and Aizawa insisted he take the backseat. His presence behind you put you on edge, looking into the rearview mirror to periodically ensure you hadn’t imagined the past couple of hours. Each time, he met your gaze with a penetrating stare that had a burning sensation radiating out into your limbs.
That is, until once when you looked back and instead found his gaze trained on your legs and the flirtatious hemline of your dress. Before you could register what you were doing, you slid forward in the seat and parted your legs slightly, using the friction to raise the hem of your skintight dress dangerously high up your thighs. For the first time, you looked over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with Aizawa as his eyes finally left your legs. Red lips melted into an innocent smile, but your eyes depicted your true intentions.
Feeling emboldened, you reached across the car, placed your hand on Shinsou’s upper thigh as he drove, and began to give a teasing stroke. His head fell back slightly, trying to keep his eyes on the road, but his body jumped in a way that sent a punch of arousal through you.
A sudden, almost bored sounding voice came from the back seat. ‘Ah ah, I thought we agreed together that we wouldn’t be touching Hitoshi for some time, tonight. Isn’t that right?’
You froze your hand. ‘Yes.’
‘So you probably shouldn’t be touching him right now.’
‘No, I shouldn’t.’ you said, slinking your hand back across the center console of the SUV like you’d been burned. Shinsou gave a single, slow blink and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The next time you looked in the mirror, Aizawa gave you a loaded smile.
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Upon entering the apartment living room, all plans were briefly put on hold when Georgie came running and leapt into Aizawa’s arms. He lit up with pleasure, catching her in a spin and bringing her up to snuggle into his face. He turned her around like a baby, giving her a little bounce.
‘I’m a cat guy,’ he said with a sincere smile, stepping closer for you to reach out and give her a pet on the head. Shinsou stood with his hands in his pockets and gave a chuckle.
Georgie jumped down and sauntered away. Aizawa’s black dress shirt was covered in a thin layer of short, white hair where he had held her against him. You stepped closer to reach up and slowly brush it away, looking up through long eyelashes at him. ‘You’re not really wearing the right clothes for playing with Georgie.’
He looked down at you, amused by your sly hand at rest on his chest.
Now that you were here and it was happening, your nerves had faded. In their place, you felt a flame light inside that threatened to consume you. You wanted to surround them both in the blaze.
You turned to Shinsou for a final check in to find him still, hands in pocket, head tilted back and eyes fixed on the point where your bodies met. He gave you a nod and gestured down the hallway toward your bedroom. ‘Shall we?’
Your bedroom was relatively large, and you had spent a considerable amount of time tailoring it to your taste when you moved in. The walls were dark green, and the room was lit by several small lamps that cast cozy areas of warm light. There was a vanity and chair where you did your makeup and an old bureau where Shinsou stored his hero costume and supplies. The focus of the room was a large bed with an old, ornate, wooden headboard. Your goal was for it to be so welcoming that you’d never want to leave, and you had achieved it.
You entered the room first, plopping down on the edge of the bed and stretching your legs out, crossed at the ankle toward the door.
‘I’m trusting that we’ll all be clear if something happens that we don’t like or if something goes too far. Red means stop, got it?’ he waited. ‘Say “yes, Shouta”.’
You leaned back on your braced arms and obediently said, ‘Yes, Shouta’.
You both looked to Shinsou who licked over his lips before responding firmly, ‘Yes, Shouta.’
Aizawa walked over to the vanity and positioned the chair to face the bed at a diagonal, several feet away. ‘Can you sit for me, Hitoshi?’
Shinsou slowly crossed over and took a seat. He placed his hands in his lap and looked up at Aizawa towering over him. The vision you’ve constructed of your Hitoshi is tall, firm, and unwaveringly strong, and it was all still true. But at the same time, you’d never seen him look as small as he did sitting so obediently still under Aizawa.
‘I don’t want to see you lift your hands off the arm of this chair. You can do that for me, right? Sit back and enjoy like you asked for?’ He picked up Shinsou’s hands and placed them so they were gripping the ends of the chair arms. Shinsou nodded, fixated on the hands that had held him down so many times before, so differently.
Pleased with his positioning, Aizawa began to cross back toward where you were postured on the bed, rolling the sleeves of his black button up to his elbows to reveal strong, somewhat gnarled forearms. ‘You… you’re a little wild, aren’t you? I bet you give him a real run for his money.’
You pulled your feet back toward you and grinned as he approached. He reached out for your face and grabbed your chin, swiping his thumb down your red bottom lip. ‘Thinking you could tease me in the car? Tease him? And get away with it?’
You brought your hands to the back of his thighs and began to move upward, peering up at his strong form. He gazed down at you through the scar on his cheek that you had wanted to tenderly run your fingers over since you first saw it. You wondered just how scarred he was under the rest of his clothes and subconsciously licked your lips.
‘Well, regardless of whether you decide to be a good girl or a bad girl for me, we have a goal to accomplish.’ He pushed your head from one side to face Shinsou, bringing his face down to be cheek to cheek while he gave a devilish smirk. ‘To give our Hitoshi the show of his dreams.’
Shinsou’s eyes went wide, but he remained frozen, white knuckling the chair arms. Under the opening of the several unbuttoned top buttons of his shirt, you could see his tattooed chest rising and falling at a rapid rate.
Aizawa turned your head back to face him and your lips connected in a slow, hungry kiss. The sexual tension you’d built over the last week of thinking about this moment rushed out of you. From the vanity, you heard a loud exhale. Aizawa pulled back from the kiss to stand upright over you again and left you reeling. He began to rub your shoulders.
‘Now… which would he enjoy more,’ he crooned with fake thought, ‘watching you fall apart in my hands over and over or watching me use you exactly how I please for myself?’ He paused. ‘I really can’t be sure, so we’ll have to cover both just to be safe, huh?’
Another sigh came from across the room. Your head nodded, possessed. ‘Yes, Shouta.’
‘Oh, so good for me now. We’ll see if it lasts,’ he said, kneeling to unbuckle your heels. You placed one foot into his chest, eliciting a smirk before he lifted your ankle to his lips for a soft caress and removed your shoes one after the other. He tossed them aside and rose back up to meet you in another kiss.
As he pressed himself closer, you spread your legs to allow him to slot between. He didn’t smell like cologne, but you noticed a welcoming, earthy scent as he moved into your space. Your skirt rode up much like it did in the car, exposing your lacy underwear that matched the hue of your lips. In one fluid motion, he grabbed under your thighs and behind your back, hiked you up around his hips, and turned around to sit down on the bed with you straddling his lap.
Kisses trailed down your jaw and neck and on to your shoulders while you threw your arms around his neck. After testing the water with a few nips, he glanced toward Shinsou before sucking the skin above your collarbone into his mouth, briefly pausing before claiming a new spot on your shoulder and then your neck. Each time he marked you for himself, a moan escaped your mouth.
‘I wanted to do that the first time I saw you.’ Another needy whine escaped you as you bucked your hips upward once, finding friction.
You tossed your head back, eyes closed, allowing him to travel down toward your breasts. ‘This is all I’ve been thinking about since we met,’ you moaned.
‘Mmm, that’s bad girl behavior, you know.’ Aizawa leered up over your reclined shoulder to observe Shinsou’s reaction. He was entranced with glassy eyes and mouth agape. His brow furrowed at the attention as he started to shift in his seat.
Aizawa continued traveling downward, slipping the straps of your dress down your shoulders to reveal puffy, pink nipples. He took each one into his mouth, kneading and sucking to draw a reaction from you.
You let out a particularly needy moan as you opened your eyes and locked onto an upside down Shinsou. It was the first time you’d seen him and you hadn’t expected him to look so affected. Without thinking, he brought his hand up to his mouth to brush his thumb across his upper lip and teeth in a frustrated motion before coming to rest on his upper thigh.
’Hitoshi, hands on the chair, please.’ Aizawa scolded in the way you would reprimand a small child for making a run at the cookie jar. ‘I won’t ask so nicely next time.’
Shinsou made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan, putting his hand back in its requested place.
‘Thank you,’ Aizawa said in a tone so low that it vibrated against the skin of your neck where his mouth had resumed work. He stood back up, walking around to the side of the bed to lay you on your back with your head closest to Shinsou and him with a direct view.
Pushing up what remained of the dress covering your ass it until was rolled up in a tight, black line around your waist, Aizawa grasped it and used it to pull your body toward him at the edge of the bed until you slammed into his hips with a gasp. He thrusted against you several times for emphasis, black slacks against lacy red, clutching your hips with an aggressive grip.
‘Does it feel good to finally be so close to me?’
‘Yes, Shouta, oh, so good. Please, I need more of you.’
‘More? You’ve clearly been thinking a lot about me.’ He tugged your dress upward, sitting you up to pull the dress over your head. He appraised your nearly naked form, running his hands up your sides before leaning down close to your face. ‘Tell me what you imagined we’d do together.’
You moaned a sound of embarrassment and excitement, wanting to say everything. You couldn’t think of anything you wouldn’t want to do together. The thought was overwhelming and constructed a roadblock between your brain and your mouth.
‘Come onnnn,’ he cooed, ‘I’ve got plenty of ideas but you’re behaving so well, I’d like to reward my good girl with whatever she’s dreamed up.’
The praise shot through your body, pushing a tingling feeling through your veins and creasing your forehead.
‘Please eat my pussy, Shouta,’ you breathed.
A smile spread across his face as he pushed you onto your back. He started kissing his way down your neck, over the bruises he had already left, moving between your breasts, nipping down your stomach and pausing to look up at you with dark, lusty eyes. He shifted back and brought his face toward your left thigh, sucking the middle of it before teasing you with kisses up toward where your legs meet. Black hair tickled against your legs as he moved, heightening your senses. He repeated his tease up the right side, driving you absolutely crazy with desire to feel him on the neediest part of you.
When he reached the top, he laid a kiss onto your lacy heat that was, no doubt, reflective of your arousal to all of his senses. Grasping the sides of your underwear at your hips, he shimmied them down and off, taking in the feel of your soft legs as you pulled your knees toward your face.
He wasted no time, moving in to begin a slow ascent of gentle licks mixed with sucking kisses to your clit that gradually became rougher, more purposeful. Firm pressure from strong hands spread your thighs and pushed them harder against your torso the more you squirmed with pleasure. As the feeling in your gut built into hot heat, your back arched and you drifted into a more pliant mindset where words came more freely.
‘Yes, Shouta, oh my god, so good.’
He turned his head to the side and said, ‘Tell me what makes it so good.’ The deep voice sent a vibration into your clit that made you shiver.
You reached down to lace your fingers between his scalp and bun. ‘Grinding on your face feels amazing. Your tongue is so soft and wet… it’s hitting all the right spots… please keep eating me out, don’t stop, don’t stop.’
Aizawa’s hands moved from their place on your thighs to knead one of your nipples and place one hand on your neck lightly. He looked up to measure your response, nearly killing you with the hungry stare he shot at you, mouth glistening with your own desire.
‘Yes, yes, please,’ you whined. The hand gripped at the sides of your neck, your back bowing as your head went fuzzy. His forearm pressed down on your sternum, bringing you flat and holding you down as he took his time licking broad stripes up from the base of your opening. The hand on your neck slid to splay across your chest as his other hand snuck down to insert two fingers into your dripping hole. You began to writhe but were quickly stopped by the large hand at your chest, pressing you into the bed. Finding a small amount of wiggle room in your hips, you ground yourself to the edge on Aizawa’s mouth while his fingers jutted in and out.
‘Shouta.. Shouta, I’m gonna cum on your face. I’m gonna- please please plea-‘ was cut off by a low groan as your body went numb from the center. The constant lapping and thrusting, paired with the vibrations from his moan of approval, kept you on your high for what felt like forever. Your hands dug into his hair and your thighs squeezed his skull. You threw your head back as much as the pressure on your chest would allow, driven by the desire to give Shinsou the best view of the look of absolute pleasure on your face.
Aizawa landed a few more soft kisses on your overstimulated clit before kissing his way back up your body. You grabbed his collar as soon as it was vaguely close enough, curling yourself down to kiss him passionately. You could taste your excitement on his tongue as it parted your lips.
Suddenly, the kiss was broken by a stern, ‘Hitoshi.’ You turned, just catching the movement of his hand flying away from the noticeable erection inside his pants, noticeable even from where you were upside down. He looked absolutely wrecked and dripping with longing. His eyes darted between you and Aizawa, taking in a big gulp of air, realizing that he’d been caught breaking the rules of the agreement.
Aizawa leaned down to your ear, holding eye contact with Shinsou, to whisper. ‘Where’s his capture weapon?’
Your eyes blew up with shock… lust… possibility. ‘In the bureau,’ you murmured.
Shouta removed himself from between your legs and you twisted on to your side with your head in your hand to watch. He stopped briefly in a warm sphere of lamp light to remove his shirt, unveiling a toned body with broad shoulders. His arms flexed as he reached up to resecure his hair into a bun after the damage you’d inflicted on it. He knew he was putting on a show but didn’t acknowledge it. Scars, marks, and burns crossed his torso and up his arms. Shinsou had the beginnings of a collection and you had spent hours surveying it, but it was nothing compared to the way Aizawa’s body looked in the soft light of your bedroom. His experience, the physical proof of how tough he was, made your mouth water.
‘I told you I wouldn’t take kindly to any movement, Hitoshi. Especially in an attempt to pleasure yourself while you’re supposed to be watching the demonstration we’re so nicely putting on for you.’ He crossed out of the light toward the bureau, holding Shinsou’s eye to eat up the look of recognition that crossed his face. Aizawa opened the door, pulled the capture weapon from the hook, and closed the door before stepping back toward the bed.
‘Does he ever use this on you?’ He gestured the dangling loop in your direction. He was bathed in a halo of warm light that made him seem godlike.
‘Yeeees,’ you hummed, basically drooling.
Aizawa cracked a smile and cocked his head at Shinsou. ‘I’m proud to hear it.’
With almost no warning and a second-nature flick of the wrist, the white scarf flew from Aizawa’s hand to snake around Shinsou, binding his arms and chest against the chair. With Shinsou safely restrained, Aizawa approached to crouch before him.
‘Is the sight of me fucking your girlfriend, the way she’s begging for me, too much for little Shinsou? Do I need to remind you that this was your idea?’
‘Holy shit…’ he stammered, grasping for words.
‘Answer me, Hitoshi.’
‘Ah- no, this was my idea and I’m enjoying it… so, so much.’
‘So much that you couldn’t keep your hands off your cock, huh? I thought when we started that Y/N may be a little bratty but it turns out maybe you’re the problem here.’
Shinsou whimpered.
‘That’s ok. I don’t mind breaking a brat.’
Shinsou groaned.
Aizawa grazed a hand up his thigh. ‘I’m a nice guy though, I can compromise. You want to touch yourself, how about you can just… look at yourself?’ He reached up, unzipping Shinsou’s pants, grabbing the waist of his boxer-briefs and pulling down until his erection sprang from inside. It was an angry shade of red at the end where a bead of precum was already dripping down after being exposed. Shinsou’s face fell, his arms holding tension against the tight bindings around his muscles. Aizawa smiled too gently to be genuine, making sure to avoid touching his freed cock as his hands grazed down Shinsou’s quaking thighs.
‘Now we get a show too.’ He stood up, turned, and walked away as if he’d just completed the world’s most mundane task. The only thing betraying his aloof airs was the noticeable bulge in his pants as he approached you.
‘Where do you keep your toys?’ he asked you.
You turned around and crawled toward the nightstand drawer, ass up, drawing Aizawa to follow you. He hummed a noise of approval, sorting through a variety of dildos and vibrators as well as more sadistic paddles, clamps, and more.
‘What’s his favorite thing to use on you?’
You thought for a moment and pulled out a large wand vibrator. ‘I don’t really have a refractory period, so I can just keep cumming forever with this.’
Aizawa sat you back, scooped you up, and moved you toward the center of the bed. ‘Let’s see what we can do with it. See how well behaved you can be.’
Laid on your back, waiting, he stepped off the bed to remove his pants and underwear, unveiling a thick erection that hung low between his legs. It was comparable to Shinsou in length but competed with your largest dildo in girth, promising the overly full feeling that you ached for. You were almost too engrossed to hear the low moan that came from the vanity, but you did, and swiveled your head around. Shinsou’s length was bobbing erratically, more so now that he had drawn the attention of the room.
Aizawa looked and chose to ignore him, climbing on to the bed and grabbing your wrists to hold them over your head. He swung a leg over you, mounting his thighs on either side of your shoulders and holding his erection over your mouth.
‘I wanna see these pretty red lips around my cock for a little bit and then we’ll make you cum again,’ he rubbed the underside of his dick left across your lips, ‘and again,’ right across your lips, ‘and again,’ before sliding it into your gaping mouth.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, happily taking as much of him as you could. He thrusted down, bottoming out before pulling almost completely out and reinserting ad nauseum, using you to chase his own pleasure. Soon, he moved forward to give you his balls, jerking himself off inches from your eyes. You wanted to stroke him too, but his strong grip held your wrists firmly over your head so you set out to use your mouth to do as much as you could.
After some time, he gave a heavy moan and lifted to pop his balls from your mouth. He looked down, and smiled, wiping his thumb near your mouth to pick up the red pigment that had budged during the admittedly sloppy exercise. ‘I’m surprised it even lasted this long,’ he said with a deep laugh. ‘It looks good this way too.’
He slid backward down your chest and settled his weight so that his cock rested perfectly between your tits. The vibrator came to life and with what was either practice or luck, he reached behind his back and made perfect contact with your aching clit. Your entire body jolted like you’d been hit with an electric shock. He squeezed you between his thighs, trapping your now freed arms on the front side of a wall of muscle.
He guided your hands to his erection, still wet from your mouth, and you mindlessly stroked as you quickly hit the threshold for your orgasm. The train had already left the station and, frankly, you didn’t have any desire to stop it. You looked up at Aizawa with half hooded eyes and let out a long ‘fuuuuuuuck…’ as it slammed into you. You writhed and kicked until your orgasm faded but the buzzing pressure didn’t let up. He had a burning in his eyes that told you he intended to keep going until you had completely fallen to pieces, screaming beneath him. You reached up to his abs, ripping your nails down toward his groin.
‘Mmmm, come on beautiful, show me how many times you can come for me. Hands here.’ He guided your hands back to him and stroked himself with your hand.
Your hips rocked to vary the stimulation that had long exceeded the line of overstimulation.
‘I think you like being under me, held down. You look so powerless this way. Totally at my disposal to use.’ He reached down and placed his hand around your neck, pushing upward to tilt your head back toward Shinsou.
Oh my god, Hitoshi is still here, watching me give Shouta complete control the way I usually give it to him.
You groaned, cumming so quickly it was painful as it ripped through you. Your legs shook as the vibrations continued and an almost frosty numbness spread outward from your clit.
‘I- I love it. I want more. Please fuck me, Shouta.’
‘Such a needy little girl.’ He tightened his grip on your throat. ‘Are you gonna keep begging me to make you cum?’
‘Yeah please, I want to do it for you, please, plea-.’ You were slowly devolving into whining more than words.
He abruptly pulled the vibrator away and you let out a wail. You couldn’t see him, but you became aware of Hitoshi again when he let out a gasp in reaction. Shouta made direct eye contact with him and conspiratorially asked, ‘Are you this good for Hitoshi? Or is this special treatment for me?’
‘I’m usually a brat to him but I just wanna be so good for you, anything you want.’
‘You know, many people like to compare me and Hitoshi. Some might even call him a ripoff of me.’ He looked back down at you as he moved between your legs. ‘You must have noticed some similarities between us, no?’
You nodded your head carefully. He reached down to line up against you, teasing against your entrance with his dripping head. You whined desperately. ‘Please…’
Giving you a grin, he bent down to give your thighs a kiss before hooking his hands behind them and pushing your knees up toward your face.
‘You have, to my knowledge, the unique pleasure of being able to compare the way we fuck.’ He easily thrust into you as he finished the sentence. ‘Lucky girl.’
He pounded into you at a voracious pace. The stretch of his cock against your walls was sinfully good, filling you, you would have to admit, more fully than Shinsou could. With each thrust, your eyes rolled back into your head, pulling you away from your body toward an abstract plane of pleasure.
Shifting to press your thighs hard into your chest with each thrust, he moved to hit the sweet spot inside of you that made your insides burn. It was unbelievably good. You didn’t think it could get much better.
Then you heard the click-buzz of the vibrator seconds before it made contact and made you feel like your entire body was effervescent.
‘Oh my god yesyes so fucking good…’ He continued thrusting into you, stuffing you full, making you drool out the corners of your mouth.
‘You look unbelievable bouncing under me. Blissed out and stuffed full.’
‘Shouta..’ slowly slipped from your lips.
‘Moaning my name. It sounds so hot leaving those pretty lips, does it feel good to be calling my name knowing you belong to Hitoshi?’ You groaned and he gave a dark chuckle. ‘Do you even miss him or have you completely forgotten about him by now?’
Honestly? Your boyfriend had definitely slipped in and out of your consciousness tonight and you couldn’t find a crumb of worry about it in your fucked out brain right now.
‘I’m…’ you tried to start but were cut off by the cessation of movement again. Aizawa looked over at Hitoshi while he tossed the vibrator away toward the head of the bed. Still inside you, he leaned forward toward your ear but spoke loud enough for Shinsou to hear. ‘Maybe we should check in on him, hm?’
Aizawa pulled out and rotated your pliant body, propping you up on your hands and knees. Loose and slightly delirious, you stretched your arms forward, bringing your chin down to present your ass backwards before opening your eyes enough to survey your surroundings. When you did, you were facing a dimly lit Shinsou looking rougher than you’d seen him after most villain run-ins. He was still firmly bound to the chair but his body had slid down to recline, pulling his shoulders back into a weird angle. His erection was angry, red, and standing straight up against the zipper where Aizawa had freed it. Every feature of his face was wracked with pure, unadulterated lust. Your jaw dropped.
Aizawa draped himself over your back, grinding against you to speak from over your shoulder. ‘Here’s what I think. I think you should cum for me one more time, make it really good for him, and then we unravel him and bring him over to play with us until we’ve all cum. Do you like my plan?’
‘Yesssss, Shouta,’ you hissed, wiggling your hips against his erection.
He leaned back, slapped your ass with both hands simultaneously, and grabbed ahold of your skin to give it a shake. You let out a giggle before receiving a more serious smack that made you furrow your brow and purse your lips together.
He lined up and started thrusting into you in slow, deep strokes. Each time he bottomed out, your mouth opened and no sound came out. He pushed your back down, forcing your head sideways onto the bed and giving Shinsou a perfect view of your face contorted with indulgence.
Without warning, Aizawa reached around to massage your clit with the tips of his fingers. You felt yourself clench around him at the new stimulation. He pulled a labored breath through his teeth before letting out a ‘fuck…’ that sounded less in control than he had the rest of the night. It affected you, driving you to throw your hips back against him at a more rapid pace, using him to fuck yourself closer to the edge. He reached up to grab the front of your neck, keeping the new pace you set as you started to waiver.
‘Do you want to come on my cock? Is this what you imagined in your slutty little dreams this week?’
‘Yes!’ You screamed. His words sent you into an almost instant orgasm. A howl escaped your mouth as you keened forward and back, riding out the intense wave of pleasure rolling through your body. You remembered to open your eyes to drink in the sight of Hitoshi watching you get fucked within an inch of your life by his teacher and longtime crush. You had never experienced anything hotter.
As you came down, Aizawa leaned over you to grab you for a deep kiss before pulling out and dismounting the bed. He walked confidently toward Shinsou, much like he did the first night you saw him at Beyond, and crouched in front of his slumped body. To look into Aizawa’s eyes, Shinsou was forced to look through his angry, dripping, upright cock.
‘I hope you enjoyed the show, Hitoshi. I know I’ve an amazing time so far.’ He was calm and mostly collected in comparison to the man tied to the chair that looked like he’d been put through the wringer. His mouth turned up at the corner as he gestured toward you on the bed. ‘I think your girlfriend would say the same.’
You gave a devious smile in their general direction.
‘Are you ready to come play with us?’
‘Please… yes’
Aizawa flashed a smile that was both relieved and devilish as he stood and reached for the end of the capture weapon wrapped around his left hand. He paused and Shinsou’s eyes locked on their hands.
‘Are you going to be a good boy after I untie you? Can you follow instructions?’
‘Yes, I… I’ll be such a good boy for you, Shouta.’
Shinsou’s gaze wandered to Aizawa’s erection that stood dangerously, purposefully close to his face until a hand guided his face up to meet dark eyes above him.
‘No dom Hitoshi tonight?’ he asked playfully.
‘…I could never for you, Shouta.’ He looked up at Aizawa with blown out eyes that proved his words.
Aizawa made a pleased noise, ‘Good,’ and began to unravel the cloth. By the time his bicep was freed, the promise was forgotten and a newly movable hand hovered toward Aizawa’s thigh. With a quick movement, Shinsou was re-bound with his forearm trapped against his upper arm. He let out a strained moan.
‘Tsk tsk tsk, did you forget already who’s in charge here? Or do you just like it when I tie you up?’ Shinsou’s dick jumped in response as he looked up pleading for mercy. He was greeted with a teasing smile.
‘You can’t really think this is news to me, right? All these years of tying you up every day, you think I didn’t notice how much you enjoyed it? Taking any opportunity to writhe and grind against me under my control?’
Shinsou was ghost white, brows knit and mouth gaping. Aizawa leaned down to whisper into his ear, hesitating with a self-satisfied air.
‘I liked it too.’
He began to plant kisses from ear to jaw to neck, drawing a breathy, wordless groan. You were enthralled on the bed, laying on your stomach with your head in your hands.
‘I’d be more than happy to explore this with you in the future, but right now I want to get you on the bed so I can fuck you. Can you be a good boy long enough for me to untie you?’
‘Fuck, I’m sorry, please, Shouta,’ he babbled.
Aizawa began to unwrap the cloth again, teasingly drawing his hands up Shinsou’s motionless arm, across his chest, and down the other arm before dropping the capture weapon to the floor next to the chair. Shinsou straightened up in the chair, keeping his hands planted in a late attempt to behave for his longtime infatuation.
‘Thank you,’ Aizawa said, holding both sides of Hitoshi’s upturned face before leaning down to close the distance between them. Your first kiss had held a week’s worth of sexual tension and was hot but this kiss contained years of secrecy and hidden desire that exploded from both men. You looked on, mouth agog with quickly growing arousal in your overused heat.
Aizawa’s hands travelled into Shinsou’s hair, grasping at the thick, purple locks before moving his hands back to his face and pulling a stumbling, comically hands off Shinsou from the chair toward the bed.
You sat back up on your heels to make room as Aizawa shoved Shinsou’s rarely uncoordinated body down before taking a step back to appraise his prize with reverence. Purple locks landed in your lap and a wave of love for your partner rushed over you. You looked up for permission before leaning down to plant an affectionate kiss on his lips. You pulled away, stroking his hair with a smile before tilting his head down to face Shouta standing strikingly at the edge of the bed. He was still commanding but something had changed-maybe it was coming from his own feelings or maybe it was watching your tender exchange but for a moment, there was a newer, softer edge to the way he looked at Hitoshi. As quick as it came, it melted back into the look of someone about to feast.
Aizawa climbed over Shinsou, straddling his legs with his hands planted on the bed to hang over his face.
‘What will I do with you, my lusty little brat?’ he said with a sadistic laugh. A chuckle escaped you as you combed through his hair amorously.
‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think there’s anything you wouldn’t let me do to you. Is that right, Hitoshi? You’ve imagined it all?’ He brought a hand up to softly caress Shinsou’s cheek.
Shinsou moaned in your hands, licking his lips and nodding. Aizawa tilted his head up to face you, gave you a sincere smile, and closed the few inches between you for a quick kiss. There was no question he was enjoying himself immensely.
He dropped onto his elbows, settling his body against a still clothed Shinsou and lowering his face to brush glistening lips. ‘I’m gonna do exactly what I want and your job is to show me how you’ve wanted to touch me all these years. Got it?’
Shinsou’s eyes went feral as his bottom lip was sucked into his mouth. ‘Starting now?’
‘Starting now.’
A blur of muscular arms enveloped Aizawa’s frame, running up his scarred shoulders, down his back, and grabbing a handful of ass as they met in a passionate kiss. Unable to focus on one thing too long for fear of the dream ending, Shinsou reached up to remove the hair tie confining the flowing black locks that he had long dreamed of running his fingers through. He grasped them at the root, pulling Aizawa more deeply into their embrace before immediately conceding control of their interaction again. Aizawa’s face moved south, bringing tangled fingers along for the ride. His quick hands unbuttoned the remainder of your boyfriend’s shirt, kissing and biting at new skin as it was revealed and sitting him upright to rip it backward and off before pushing him back into you.
With you, things had been teasing, languid, dripping with sex. Things were, in part, driven by “The Show” for Hitoshi. Here, everything happened with an intense sense of urgency. They were ravenous for each other, starving for the other’s touch.
Moving down, Aizawa took a split second to regain control of himself, heaving breaths and wiping his hand across his face before pointing toward you. ‘Keep him busy.’
You didn’t need to be told twice, leaning down to lick your boyfriend’s mouth open, slowly pressing your tongue inside as Aizawa pulled off shoes and socks. For the first time, you were interacting with a submissive Shinsou and there was something so pleasing to you about the way he had melted into your lap. It was intoxicating. Your hands ran across his tattooed chest and stroked tiny, pert nipples as Aizawa reached for waistbands and began to wiggle well fitted pants over sculpted ass and thick thighs. Shinsou moaned into your mouth, erection bobbing. Aizawa discarded his pants on the floor and drank in the sight before returning to the drawer of tricks and retrieving a bottle of lube.
‘When’s the last time you had anything in your ass, Hitoshi?’ he asked calmly, almost indifferent.
‘…it’s been a while.’ Shinsou glanced up at you nervously. It wasn’t a surprise, but it did momentarily get you wondering if it had been his own self or at the hands of someone else before being sucked back to reality by Aizawa remounting the bed below Shinsou.
‘So you’re gonna be nice and tight and stretch out just for me.’ It wasn’t a question; it was a statement said with a shrewd smile that sent a shiver through Shinsou.
Shinsou licked his lips, bringing his hands up to rub Aizawa’s thighs. ‘Shouta...’
The lube clicked open as you reached back down to stroke Shinsou’s pecs. His gaze shifted several times between you, overwhelmed by the attention until Aizawa’s fingers found his tight rim and his face fell, twitching. A breathy whine escaped him.
‘This is just the beginning, baby, hold on for me,’ he cooed, inserting another finger. ‘Here, let’s give you something to do.’
Aizawa held out a hand to you, pulling you up to rest over Shinsou’s head, centering your swollen folds over his open mouth. You settled down, leaned forward toward Shouta and stabilized yourself with planted hands on his abs. Between the moans from the fingers working him open, he tongued at you in a familiar way, feeling much less overstimulating after the break you’d just had from Shouta’s relentless assault.
Aizawa worked in a third finger and pumped, flexing his strong forearms and eliciting a wail between your legs – a wail that was quickly drowned out as you ground down and leaned forward to capture Aizawa’s lips. The pressure in your gut continued to build as your boyfriend held just enough focus to hit all your favorite angles.
Two mouths on you in a lusty triangle, the wet noise of Shouta’s hand thrusting into Hitoshi, the smell of your bodies together, it was all too much as Shouta reached a hand up into your hair.
‘Fuck, Toshi!’ you all but screamed into Aizawa’s mouth as you came, gyrating down. They both answered with a low noise, Aizawa’s bordering on a growl as his grip tightened.
You had barely come to your senses when Aizawa was guiding you off to the side to sit next to Shinsou on your heels, goofy eyed and grinning. Aizawa shook his head in disbelief at your endurance and planted a sweet kiss to your forehead before turning his attention back to Shinsou.
Shinsou, whose entire lower face was dripping with your combined juices. Who looked used and incredibly content with it.
Aizawa bent down over him, kissing his chest and jaw where it glistened. ‘I don’t think either of us can last much longer, can we?’
Shinsou squeezed his eyes shut and nodded no, quickly.
‘Do you think you’re ready for me?’ he teased.
‘Yes, Shoutaaaa don’t make me wait any longer.’
‘For what? Tell me what you want,’ he said sternly into Shinsou’s neck, running his hands down firm pecs.
‘I want you to fill me up, please fuck me, Shouta.’ His eyes opened pleading for relief.
The urgency returned as Aizawa clambered back enough to line up against Shinsou before inserting himself to the hilt. A sinful moan left Shinsou and Aizawa tossed his head back briefly, giving it a shake and mouthing ‘fuck’ before rising back over Shinsou. He began to pound into the bed, bringing knees up as mouths connected with need.
‘I’ve wanted your ass for so long, Hitoshi, now it’s mine, and this is better than I even imagined it could be,’ Shouta growled into your boyfriend’s cheek between thrusts, gripping his head.
‘Fuck, I’m so close, Shouta.’
You couldn’t even hold in the moan that stirred in your chest just watching this exchange.
Aizawa gave one last biting kiss to Shinsou’s neck before straightening up, continuing to slam into him. Not held between them any longer, Shinsou’s cock began to bounce, slapping against his toned stomach. With the change in angle, each thrust began to hit his prostate, bringing him dangerously close to the edge.
‘I can’t.. I can’t Shouta I’m…’
Once it started, it all happened so quickly. Aizawa quickly reached over without breaking rhythm, grabbing your hand and placing it on Hitoshi’s ignored erection. He screamed as you began to stroke him slowly. You watched as long ropes of cum flew up toward his chest and gushed over your hand as he twisted and squirmed through his orgasm. For the first time, Shouta looked like he had truly handed over control to the pleasure, face grimaced watching Shinsou writhing under him, falling apart on him. His thrusts stuttered and his eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned your boyfriend’s name, filling him with cum.
You smirked and continued gently stroking, dazed by what had just happened in front of you. When your hand was finally batted away, you brought it up to your tongue, locking eyes with Hitoshi, then Shouta, who bent down to lick a stripe from Hitoshi’s tattooed chest on the way to his lips. Not to be left out, you got closer, waiting for your turn to kiss your boys.
‘Fuck...’ Shinsou breathed out as you kissed Aizawa, followed by a hearty laugh. ‘Are you telling me we could have been doing this before now?’
Aizawa flopped down onto the bed on his back beside Shinsou, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his messy hand. He was silent but beaming.
You had snuggled into your normal place under Hitoshi’s arm, head on his chest, leg lazily slung over him. It was quiet for a moment before a shuffling noise signaled Aizawa shifting closer, reaching out for Shinsou in a similar way. He happily abided and you felt a large hand come to rest on your upward facing hip.
Aizawa broke the comfortable silence. ‘You know I meant it, this doesn’t have to be the last time.’
‘MMmmmmm,’ you hummed, falling into sleep. ‘Tomorrow…’
Shinsou looked up and locked eyes with Aizawa. They were both blushed and warm in the dim light. ‘Please, god, yes, ASAP. Any time.’
‘Any time.’ Aizawa smiled, stroking the purple tangle of hair against his neck.