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Kaminari Denki is the perfect boyfriend.
You couldn’t have asked for someone better to be yours. After confessing to you in a drunken haze on the night of your graduation from UA, he’d stuck relentlessly by your side through all of the ups and downs of entering the hero world, the two of you climbing the ranks with the rest of your friends. You moved in together, he took you on dates, made you laugh when you were upset, bought you things that reminded him of you, ate you out so good he had you seeing stars. He was the poster child for romance in every way possible, and you’ve had the time of your lives these last few years helping each other discover yourselves.
Like, for instance, when you both discovered that Denki has a thing for being humiliated.
It started when he came home from patrol one day and found you doing yoga in your living room. You’d been wearing those skin-tight leggings of yours, accentuating the curve of your plump ass as you pressed yourself into a child’s pose, back arched. You’d just looked so fucking good with your thighs spread, body splayed out, breathing smoothly and dragging your hips so damn salicously across the mat. He hadn’t even been aware that he’d gotten hard until he was stuffing his hand down his pants and stroking his cock while he watched you stretch and move.
It took you a couple minutes before you noticed him, and at first, being caught had him flushing with embarrassment and frantically apologizing. But then you’d jokingly, affectionately called him a pervert... and he came in his pants.
After that, exploring Denki’s humiliation kink was a welcome pastime for the both of you. Turns out that in all the ways he loved to be humiliated and scolded, you loved to be the one to do it. Something about watching the way his pale cheeks would burn with a blush, how his moans would get a little louder each and every time you called him filthy. He couldn’t get enough of it, and neither could you.
Dressing him up in little maid outfits that barely fit him and left little to imagination. Fucking him against the glass windows of your penthouse apartment, where you both were aware that you were too high up to be seen but he loved to pretend he was being watched anyway. Folding him in half on the bed and forcing him to cum into his own mouth. It was an adventure for the both of you.
But over time, it wasn’t enough. Sure, he loved to be treated the way you treated him, tossed around and used like a common whore, and he was just as in love with you as the day he confessed, if not more, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. That scandalous edge to your bedtime routines started to fade the more you both got used to the humiliation and the routine.
So, after Denki receives a promotion from his agency for making it into the top ten on the hero listing, you figure he’s well overdue for a special treat.
It’s unsurprising that it took hardly any convincing for Denki to agree to your newest idea, although of each you’ve had so far, this definitely seems to be the one he’s most nervous about. He’s fidgety and a little restless during the entire party, where the two of you have invited four of your closest friends to come celebrate his recent promotion with a few drinks. You hadn’t thought Bakugou would even agree to coming, much less to what you planned to ask before the night was over, but he seemed to be okay with it once he learned that Kirishima would be there, too. Shinsou had agreed easily enough, though he always seemed to have a harder time saying no to you and Denki than anyone else. Sero was always up for a good time, and you’re half convinced that even if you hadn’t invited him, he would’ve shown up anyway.
You’re careful to wait until all four of them are relaxed and enjoying themselves before you dare broach the topic of why you’ve really invited them, keeping them thoroughly busy with drinks to unwind their shoulders and hopefully loosen their lips enough for them to say yes. If any of them catch on to your caution or Denki’s slightly embarrassed anticipation, none of them breathe a word about it.
“Thanks again for inviting us over, L/n,” Kirishima says cheerfully as he drops into a loveseat beside Bakugou, both of them so massive it’s a wonder they can even fit. He downs a swig from his drink, “I know this night is supposed to be about celebrating Kami’s promotion, but it’s good to see you too, ya know? It’s been too long!”
“I know, it’s a shame we’ve all been so busy lately,” you chat. Shinsou’s taking up the entire couch, stretched out with his head on Sero’s thigh, leaving you to lower yourself right into Denki’s lap in an armchair. He’s half-hard against the underside of your thigh, and you wonder amusedly if he’s been like this the entire night, “I don’t think any of us would mind getting to see each other more often.”
“Oh trust me, tonight’s been more than enough for me,” Bakugou snarks into the lip of his drink, huffing when Kirishima blindly reaches over to pinch his thigh in scolding.
“Hey, don’t talk like that, Kats. You know you’re just as happy to see us as we are, don’t try to hide it,” he says.
Sero sets his drink on the table beside him so he can card his fingers through Shinsou’s hair. Silently you pray that he won’t fall asleep before you’ve even gotten the chance to come clean about your intentions. “Ya know, I’ve actually been looking to move out of my apartment complex pretty soon. The landlord just hiked up my rent and now I’m paying way more than that shithole is really worth. Didn’t you say there’s some open apartments here?”
“Yeah, there is,” Denki nods, curling both arms around your waist. He’s unable to decide if your presence on his lap is worth it, seeing as it’s both hiding his hard-on from his friends, and making it worse the longer you sit there, “Some on our floor and some a few floors down. Looking to be neighbors again, Sero? I’d have thought you’d had enough of me by the time we moved out of the dorms.”
“Well, you know I’ve never had a neighbor quite as fun as you, Kami,” Sero replies with a good-natured wink. Denki’s cock twitches under you, and you almost laugh.
“Speaking of fun,” you segue carefully. Immediately, Denki tenses with nervous excitement, “I, uh, I think it’s time I came clean and finally told you guys that I didn’t just invite you here to celebrate Denki’s promotion.”
“Oh? Is everything alright?” Kirishima asks with concerned eyes, setting his drink down to offer you his full attention, “Is something going on with you guys?”
You smile reassuringly, patting Denki’s chest. “We’re okay, don’t worry. Denks, why don’t you tell them why we invited them, huh? Tell them what you want.”
They’re all completely unaware that this is all a part of your foreplay, forcing Denki to be the one to admit to his filthy desires out loud. Right away he’s blushing and stuttering, all of that normal flirtatious confidence of his long gone as his cock continues to fill out underneath you.
“I, um,” he starts, cheeks on fire as his legs shift restlessly back and forth, “Well, I was just wondering… I mean, I don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable or anything, because you’re my best friends, ya know, but I just… I was kind of hoping that, um…”
“For fuck’s sake,” Bakugou complains, “Spit it out already!”
“I want all of you to watch while Y/n fucks me!”
The entire room goes ominously still. Sero’s hand freezes in Shinsou’s hair as the latter’s eyes shoot open, cheeks flushing with pink. Kirishima and Bakugou are both very suddenly aware of every place in which they’re touching on this couch, mouths hanging open in pure shock.
“Fuck, I told you they were gonna hate me!” Denki cries as he pushes his burning face into his hands, ducking behind your shoulder as the wrong kind of embarrassment swirls hotly in his chest and behind his watery eyes, “They’re probably disgusted by me now.”
You, however, are not yet convinced as you slowly sit up, letting Denki hide himself away behind you and taking the reins. “Listen guys, I know this is probably a bunch of craziness coming out of nowhere, but it took him a lot of bravery to come clean and ask this of you, and I wouldn’t have let him if I wasn’t willing to indulge him. He likes to be watched, and humiliated, and he trusts you four. I told him I’d reward him for his promotion and he’s decided he wants you to watch him.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bakugou snarls, though his glowing hot ears give away how flustered he is, “He really has a thing for being fuckin humiliated—?”
“If you try to make him feel bad about what he likes, I promise you I will put you in the hospital,” you say, low and protective enough that his gut lurches, “You don’t have to say yes if you’re not comfortable, but you’re not gonna make him think there’s something wrong with him, either.”
“There’s nothing wrong with him,” Shinsou says as he sits up on the couch, leaning forward and wringing his hands together nervously, “You just… took us all by surprise, I think.”
“You don’t have to… participate,” you explain, “Not if you don’t want to. He just really wants to be watched, and like I said, he trusts the four of you. I trust you.”
“And you’d be okay with it?” Kirishima asks, ever the gentleman eager to make sure that this is something both parties would be comfortable with, “If we’re watching him, we’re watching you, too. You’re okay with that?”
You nod, feeling oddly warmed by his concern over your comfort. “We’ve talked about this a lot, and we’re both okay with it. I’m willing to let you see me if it means he gets to have some fun. And I know… I know you guys aren’t really attracted to me the way you are to him, but—”
“Are you kidding?” Sero interrupts, balking, “Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“Oh, c’mon, I’ve seen the way all four of you look at him sometimes, even Bakugou,” you argue, feeling Denki squirm underneath you, “and I couldn’t exactly blame you for it. He’s hot as fuck!”
“So are you!” Kirishima exclaims, pointing at you, “There’s a reason you two are always voted ‘Best-Looking Couple’ at the hero gala every year!”
You huff, swirling with budding arousal. “Okay, then I don’t see what the issue is! He’s hot, I’m hot, and we’re ready to put on a hell of a fuckin’ show for you four and you alone. So are we doing this or not?”
Bakugou scoffs and slams his drink against the table, standing. “You must be dumber than I remember if you think I’m about to watch the two of you start bumpin’ uglies in the middle of this fucking living room—”
“Bakugou!” Kirishima protests, shooting to his feet and snagging his wrist, “Hey, Katsuki, wait! C’mon, you’re really not even gonna try? Denks has done so much for us over the years. He got promoted today!”
“What, so that means I have to sit here and watch a live porno of him?” Bakugou argues, “I don’t think so. When someone gets promoted, you buy them a bottle of wine or some shit. You don’t watch them get fucked by their girlfriend.”
“Katsuki,” Kirishima coos. With a smooth sweep of his arm, he draws Bakugou into his chest and cups his face, smiling cheekily, “You really think I can’t see that look in your eye? You’re not gonna walk out of here without at least admitting you’re interested in this.”
“I ain’t interested in shit, let go a’me,” Bakugou protests, pushing half-heartedly at Kirishima’s front, though by now all of you have noticed that he’s not trying as hard as you know he can, “You’re all a bunch of perverts if you’re really thinkin’ about going through with this.”
“Well I’m in,” Kirishima says without even looking away from Bakugou, “and if that makes me a pervert, so be it. Denki helped me a lot with figuring out my sexuality back in high school, so of course I’m down to help him out whenever he needs it. It’s the least I could do.”
“Thank you,” you say, nearly sagging with relief as Denki makes a soft noise from behind you. You’re not really sure you’d ever get him to leave the house again if all of them rejected him tonight, “It’s gonna be fun, I promise.”
“And what about you, Kats?” Kirishima continues, drawing his hand around to dance his fingers against the small of Bakugou’s back, “You gonna keep running, or are you gonna man up and admit that this sounds like a good time?”
Bakugou huffs and looks away, only to find himself accidentally making eye contact with you. There’s something imploring and excited in your gaze, the way you’re perched atop Denki’s lap like you’re about to take off at the drop of a hat. Arousal swirls behind your irises, dangerous and tantalizing, and suddenly he’s imagining what you’d look like if you were naked and staring at him like that, and he’s finding that his pants are tight and he’s not hating the idea.
Because you and Kirishima were right, after all. Not even Bakugou was stupid enough to deny that Denki was one of the most attractive people he’d ever seen, and you were, too.
“Fuck,” he simmers, then yanks himself out of Kirishima’s grip, “Fine! You’re all fucking filthy, but if you’re not gonna just leave me alone then I guess I’ll fucking do it.”
“Whoo!” You and Kirishima both cheer, then you’re turning to the couch where Sero and Shinsou are both still sitting, observing the conversation, “So? What’ll it be, boys? Remember you don’t have to say yes if you think you’ll be uncomfortable the whole time.”
“Oh, I’m saying yes,” Sero denies immediately, face adorned with a wide and excited grin, “I guess if Denks is brave enough to admit that he wants to be watched, I’m brave enough to admit that that sounds hot as fuck.”
Below you, Denki makes a noise, and you find yourself laughing as you lean back and gently force him out of hiding, drawing an arm over his shoulders and kissing his temple. “You hear that, baby? They’re gonna give you what you want because they’re good friends, and they’re not making fun of you, I promise. Not until it’s time to, anyway.”
Kirishima walks forward and kneels between Denki’s legs, politely resting his hands on your knees and giving you time to push him away if you’re uncomfortable. But you don’t, and his gaze flits between you and Denki questioningly, addressing you. “Um, is it okay if I… could I kiss him? Please?”
“We talked about it. Kissing is fine,” You smile and nod your head, and Kirishima huffs his relief before rising on his knees and bringing Denki’s lips oh-so-gently to his own. Denki seems surprised but melts into the affection easily enough, sighing as he starts to relax under you. When Kirishima pulls back, his eyes are soft. “Don’t feel embarrassed about this, okay? We all have our things that get us going, and we wanna help you with yours. Are you still up for it?”
“Mhmm,” Denki hums, leaning into Kirishima’s hand against his cheek before his foggy eyes drift over to Shinsou, the only one who hasn’t outright agreed to participate. He attempts to come off as nonchalant but sounds rather pleading as he whispers, “Hitoshi? Are you… joining?”
And if he’d been unsure before, the desperate and longing glint in Denki’s big owl eyes would’ve won him over entirely as he nods. “Yeah, Denks. I’m joining.”
“Good—” With an easy sweep of your arms, you stand and shove Denki forward into Kirishima’s waiting embrace— “In that case, let’s get started before we end up just talking about it all night and not actually doing it. Kirishima, would you mind carrying him to our bedroom for me?”
“Sure,” Kirishima agrees easily, scooping his hands under Denki’s thighs and lifting him while Denki squeaks in embarrassed surprise. He thought he’d wanted this, and he still does, but if this much sole attention is already turning him to mush, he can only imagine what will become of him once things really get started. Kirishima gets a little excited and winds up kissing Denki again, but you find it doesn’t bother you much as he looks over his shoulder at you, “And hey, if we’re really doing this, will you both call me by my given name? At least while we’re in here? It doesn’t really sound right to use my family name for this.”
“We can do that,” you agree, and when two of them start to follow Kirishima, you find yourself alone with a hesitating Bakugou. He stares down the hallway for a minute, and you hold out a hand toward him, “Don’t be nervous, Katsuki. You can still back out if you’re scared.”
“I’m not nervous,” he protests, even if he doesn’t move and just stares at your outstretched hand, “and I’m definitely not fucking scared. This is just… new.”
“You’ve never been with someone before?”
“No, not that. I’ve… I sleep with Kirishima sometimes—” Oh wow, what a surprise— “But I’ve never done some weird shit like this.”
“It’s not weird,” you say, bristling, but force yourself to calm down before you can delve into an argument and potentially chase him away. Denki has such a soft spot for Bakugou that he’d probably be disappointed to hear you’ve made him want to leave.
Thinking for a moment, you sigh and take a step closer, slowly sliding your hand into Bakugou’s. He tenses, but doesn’t pull away, and you take his other wrist. “Here, let me try something to help you be more comfortable. Do you… trust me?”
He hesitates, but eventually nods, and you lead his arm behind and around your waist, pulling yourself closer until your fronts are pressed together and you can feel his breath hitching in his throat. The tip of your nose bumps his as you wait for him to pull away, but he doesn’t move, pupils huge and sharp eyes a lot softer than you remember as he gazes down at you. You go to your tiptoes and carefully brush your mouth against his.
For a second, he’s too nervous to kiss you back, huffing a tiny breath into your mouth. But eventually he seems to decide that Denki’s not going to smite him for kissing you, and his hand presses into the small of your back, curling you closer as he starts to return your gentle and exploratory movements. Your efforts are rewarded in the way his tense shoulders start to unwind, calming his nerves the same way Kirishima did with Denki.
Your hands press against his shoulders, a cut-and-dried landscape of muscle familiar yet entirely different from your boyfriends, and ride upward towards his head. He’s always been very particular about his hair and the only person that’s ever gotten away with touching it that you’ve seen is Kirishima, but you figure now is as good a time as ever to risk it as you glide your fingers into his blond locks, testing the waters.
And he moans. The sound travels directly from your ears to the centerpoint between your thighs as you pull and tug with gentle movements, kissing him a little harder. You love your boyfriend more than anything in the world and never once would you want to give him up, but you have to admit that hearing a sound like that from Bakugou Katsuki of all people is doing things to you that you can’t really explain.
“Hey, hey, what’s this?” Calls another voice, and the two of you break apart to find Sero waiting in the doorway. You think he’s gonna be upset, maybe even accuse you of cheating, but all he does is grin, “I thought we were here to watch Denki put on a show, not you, Kats.”
“Fuck off,” Bakugou protests, smirking wickedly, “You’re just jealous you’re not getting a taste.”
“I was trying to get him to relax,” you explain as Sero approaches, “He’s a little nervous.”
“I’m not fucking—”
“Well, we’re all waiting for you two,” Sero leans down expectantly, and you figure it can’t hurt to tilt your head up and give him a short kiss that sends shivers down his spine, “But by all means, you’re more than welcome to continue this little spectacle in the bedroom if you want.”
“That’s tempting, but I think Denki is a little overdue for my attention,” you say, grabbing both their hands and leading the way down the hall. This time, Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to follow.
When you enter your bedroom you’re elated to find that Kirishima has already made himself comfortable in one of the two loveseats you’ve drug in front of your bed, watching with rapt and almost cheerful attention as Shinsou makes out with a pinned and whining Denki in the sheets. Kirishima glances up when you enter, grinning. “Hey, there you two are! We were worried Katsuki had chickened out and you were trying to keep him from running off.”
“He almost did, but I got him to calm down,” You deposit Sero on the other loveseat, then lead Bakugou to Kirishima and push him down next to him, “I think he’s still a little unsure about all this, but he told me about your, uh… situationship, and I figure you could help me get him relaxed while I check on my boyfriend, can’t you?”
If Kirishima is upset that Bakugou’s revealed their sex habits, he doesn’t mention it and only smiles as he turns and leans over the blond, smiling hungrily. “That I can certainly do. What’s the matter, Kats? You feelin’ a little nervous?”
Bakugou rumbles off another complaint about not being nervous, and their lips have just touched when you turn to approach the bed, crawling into the fussed sheets and leaning casually on your elbow next to Denki and Shinsou. “So, I’d hate to break this up, but would you mind if I took him off your hands for a bit, Hitoshi?”
“Don’t mind,” Shinsou growls, biting a few more kisses into the column of Denki’s throat before leaning up to look at you. He’s nonchalant about it, but there’s a silent apology for potentially crossing a line written across his eyes, “I was just keeping him occupied until you got back.”
“Thanks for keeping him company,” You lean forward and press a long kiss to his mouth, quiet assurance that he hasn’t upset or disrespected you, “You can go sit with Sero now, and we’ll get started.”
Shinsou nods and slides away from the bed, heading for his spot while you lean over to scrutinize Denki’s form. He’s already a puddle and all he’s done is kiss a few of his friends, panting and red-faced in the sheets cock outlined nicely beneath his skirt, pupils lust-blown and voice starting to turn needy.
“Hi, baby,” you coo as you settle yourself over him, stroking his burning cheek with your knuckle. The presence of the newcomers in the room is never far from your thoughts, but the longer they’re there, the more it ceases to bother you, “How’re you feeling? Still doing okay?”
“M’great,” he mumbles happily, grabby hands reaching up toward you, “I missed you. Please kiss me, Y/n.”
You hum laughter and lean down to oblige his request, devouring his slack mouth and pressing him into the sheets. Your tongue slips into his mouth and you hear someone suck in a breath from the couches, but you don’t look up and only continue to explore Denki’s teeth, his tongue, the roof of his mouth. There’s more saliva than there normally is and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t putting on a bit of a show for you company, but right now you have no doubt that if you looked up you’d find nothing but dropped jaws and focused attention.
“Baby, do you remember what the safe words are?” You ask as you lean up, running your hands up and down his heaving sides.
He nods. “The lights.”
“There’s my good boy, that’s right,” You finally look up at your friends, finding them exactly as you’d expected them to be, though Kirishima keeps sneaking kisses against Bakugou’s face each time he gets the chance, “We use the traffic light system in bed. Green means you’re good, yellow means slow down, red means stop, and it goes for you four as well. If you’re uncomfortable, or you wanna stop, you tell me, okay?”
They each nod, and you frown at the distance between you and them for a moment, thinking. “Listen, I know we asked you to just watch, but… would any of you be up for participating, too? Denki and I talked about it, and we’re okay with it. We trust you.”
“I’d participate,” Sero says, Kirishima and Shinsou nodding along with him, “If you’re okay with it, of course."
“Yeah, I just said I was,” you reply, smiling, “Perfect, then how about this? Let me undress him so he can show you the pretty outfit he wore for you all, and then you can suck him off for me?”
Sero’s eyes blow wide, spine going rigid as his cheeks glow, but nevertheless he’s nodding agreement quicker than the other three can even process that Denki supposedly has on an outfit for them to see. He already had on a skirt, but that was pretty normal for Denki. Now they’re all cooking up ideas of what he might have on underneath it, and whatever images they’re creating, it’s clear they like them as they all start to shift and readjust, pants getting tighter and bodies heating up.
“C’mere, you filthy little thing,” Reaching down, you haul Denki upright and position him on his knees in front of you, your chest to his back and thighs spread, skirt riding up dangerously close to exposing his pelvis, “Why don’t we show them how dirty you dressed up for our dinner party, huh? What color?”
“Green,” Denki whimpers, eyes flicking back and forth from friend to friend, unable to bear the intensity of staying put when he’s being stared at this hard. You start to mouth and kiss around the shell of his sensitive ear, down the side of his neck as your hands toy with the hem of the low-cut shirt he wears, drawing it oh-so-slowly up the length of his body. His bellybutton is exposed, peeking from the waistline of his skirt, then his panting abs, his ribcage, and finally his black lingerie top, cupping his defined pecs in a sheer-array of florals that shows off his perky, needy nipples, one of the straps slipping down his shoulder.
There’s a few audible intakes of breath, but you don’t stop there. Drawing one hand around to his front, you dip it past the waistband of his skirt, his hips jumping into your palm the moment you cup his hard cock into your hand while the other slinks around for the zipper on the back. You stroke him through his bottoms and he moans, feeling all four sets of eyes glued to the front of the skirt like they’re trying to burn through and see what he has hiding beneath. You eventually find the zipper and completely unzip the skirt from end to end, allowing you to simply pull it off his hips like unraveling a towel, and the effect is instantaneous as you receive more gasps and even Kirishima whispering a hard ‘fuck’.
Denki’s cock is very poorly hidden beneath a pair of thin, black, lingerie panties, trying their damndest to hold his package but leaving little to the imagination anyway as you tug the waistband a little higher on his lean hips. The sheer black is a stark contrast to his pale skin, and they can all tell from the awkward way the bottoms fit to him that this is not lingerie made for men. No, in fact, if they didn’t know any better, they’d probably think…
“Are you wearing Y/n’s lingerie?”
Denki opens his mouth to answer, only to whine when your hand dips into his bottoms and starts to stroke him, swiping your thumb across the bead or precum that dribbles from his tip. His hips jump, but you press your hand against his hipbone to keep him still, humming disapprovingly. “Hitoshi asked you a question, pretty boy. You gonna answer him?”
Pulling the lingerie to the side, his cock is officially revealed to your friends as you cup the material around his shaft and continue to stroke, the sensation forcing his eyes to roll back as he struggles to formulate enough words to talk. He’s long and flushed with color, a tuft of neatly trimmed blond hair and balls heavy with his waiting load, one of the prettiest cocks they think they’ve ever seen. Figures that this part of him would be so perfect given that everything else seems to be.
“I like wearing it,” he stutters, gasping, “Makes me feel… p-pretty.”
With this many eyes on him he’s unsure how he’s managed not to pass out, or at least cum too early. Like needle-thin pinpricks tingling in the best way possible against his skin, it’s like he can track where they’re looking without even needing to open his eyes, and the more he feels them staring at his cock while his girlfriend jerks him off with her lingerie, the louder he moans.
“Isn’t he pretty, Eijirou?” You ask the redhead, figuring that of the four of them, he’s been the one to settle into this the easiest, “Doesn’t he look so good?”
“He looks great,” Just as expected, Kirishima has no problem at all with playing along, smiling from where he sits with one hand palming himself through his pants and the other stretched over between Bakugou’s thighs, “He really wore this little outfit just for us, huh? When he didn’t even know if we were gonna say yes? What a cute pervert.”
Denki gasps, moaning as his thighs twitch. You grin. “Attaboy, red, I knew I could count on you. You liked him talkin’ to you like that, didn’t you, pretty boy?”
“Yes, fuck , I liked it,” Denki sputters, “Love your hand on my cock, baby, feels so good.”
“How does it feel to be watched, huh?” You ask him, glancing out at the couches, “All these eyes, all on you, pretty. You like being watched? Like being a fucking spectacle? Tell ‘em how it feels, you fucking perv.”
“It’s so good,” he cries, mouth open and chin dropped to his chest as his hips attempt to rock into your hand, “Love being watched, love it when you call me a pervert when I’m wearing your lingerie, shit . Please, m’getting close. Can I please cum?”
“Not yet, pretty,” you coo, locking eyes with a slack-jawed Sero, “You wanna finish him off for me?”
“Fucking would I?” Sero all but jumps out of his seat, stepping forward while you slowly force Denki’s thighs open wider, seating him fully on his knees at the edge of the bed. He’s whiny and a moaning mess as Sero drops to his knees and shuffles closer, getting quite the view of Denki’s lingerie-clad and weeping cock, head swollen and balls taut with a waiting, hovering orgasm.
Stroking your hand up his shaft one last time, you take hold of the mostly ruined lingerie and move it to the side, keeping it out of the way. The fingers on your free hand sift into Sero’s hair, a silent reminder of who’s in charge, but he doesn’t seem to mind them there as he shuffles around until he’s comfortable, glancing up through his lashes at the two of you. “This okay?”
“I asked you to do it, didn’t I?” You tease him lightly, gently leading him forward until his lips just barely brush Denki’s aching head, “Don’t keep him waiting. He’s been real good for you.”
Sero nods, and Denki shivers with each little kitten lick he places against his hot skin, teasing and playful before he finally takes his head carefully into his mouth, rolling it around his molten tongue. Denki melts into your chest, gasping as Sero hollows his cheeks and sucks. His moans fill the room and you have to hold his hips still to keep him from pistoning them right down Sero’s throat, though that doesn’t stop him from trying to grind into his mouth as best he can.
Sero takes it like a champ, nostrils flaring as he breathes through his nose, gripping the footboard for stability. Your hand is still tangled in his hair and you use it to guide him into a steady pace, bobbing his head up and down the length of your boyfriend’s cock and more than a little mesmerized by the way a mixture of saliva and precum dribbles down from his lips.
Clearly, you’re not the only one enjoying the show. When you glance up you find Shinsou and Bakugou both wide-eyed and enthralled while Kirishima is openly grinning. Currently the only man not touching himself is Bakugou, who doesn’t need to when Kirishima is still doing it for him. “Attaboy, Hanta! Look at you, takin’ him so damn well. I think you’re gonna make him cum.”
“S’that what you want, pretty boy?” You purr into Denki’s ear, nibbling at his earlobe as you reach around to shove the lingerie top aside, teasing and pinching his sensitive nipples, “You wanna cum in Hanta’s mouth? Want him to drink you up?”
“Yes, please, please, I wanna cum,” Denki begs, hips rocking incessantly against your hips as he teeters on an addictive brink, “Can I cum in your mouth, Hanta? Please, I wanna… Pleaseplease please .”
Sero doesn’t let up on his cock, but he does bring a hand up to yours and give you a squeeze, as sure a sign as any that he’s okay with Denki cumming in his mouth. You smirk approvingly and dip your head down to mouth and bite at Denki’s neck, leaving plenty of fresh hickeys to replace any that have started to fade. You lock eyes with Kirishima, and in a bout of strange desire you wish he was close enough for you to kiss as you mumble, “Go ahead, pretty boy. Cum for me and our friends, okay? Show us what a little pervert you are.”
Denki moans a little louder, blindly reaching back in an attempt to ground himself as the dam breaks, cock slinging strings of heat down Sero’s throat, painting, coating, drowning him with a salty-sweet taste as Denki’s Quirk goes off, little sparks of electricity shooting through you and Sero both, lighting up the dim bedroom and only adding to the show for those on the couch. Sero continues to suck until the pleasure gets to be too much and Denki instinctively grabs your wrist, pulling feebly.
You lead Sero off of his cock with a quiet pop, thumbing a bit of spillage off of his lip with a soft smile. “What a good boy, Hanta. You both did so well. How’d it feel, Denks?”
“Strange,” Denki admits with a half-hearted huff of laughter, “I’ve gotten so used to your mouth that it's odd to feel someone else’s, but it wasn’t bad. It was really fuckin’ good, actually.”
“You did good, Hanta. C’mere,” Sero rises to his feet, craning his neck obediently so you can press a long kiss to his mouth, twirling your tongue around his and fishing for remnants of Denki’s taste on his lips, “Go on and sit down now, ‘kay? Denks, you still wanna keep going?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, craning his neck around to kiss you while Sero returns to his loveseat, accepting Shinsou’s waiting liplock, “Want everything, baby.”
“Color?”
“Green,” he says.
“Okay,” You raise your voice loud enough for the others to hear, “Why don’t you lay down, and I’ll sit on your face while I get you prepped for me?”
“Oh fuck,” Comes Kirishima’s breathless agreement before Denki can even open his mouth, “Please do that.”
You find yourself giggling as you unhook and pull away Denki’s bra, then help him to his feet and push the bottoms down his hips for him to step out of and kick away. You push him toward the bed, then step forward until you’re standing between Kirishima’s thighs, struggling not to stare at his obviously massive hard-on. “Since you’re so excited, red, you wanna undress me while Denki’s getting comfortable back there?”
“I would love to,” he agrees, already sitting up as his hands find your hips, fingers slipping and teasing under the hem of your shirt before he lifts it up and over your head, dropping it to the floor as he and the others drink in the sight of your topless form, breasts spilling from the top of your bra. He’s slow and tantalizing as he undoes and removes your belt, then unzips your pants, pushing them down your hips and following the trail of his hand with his lips, kissing along your hipbone, “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
It’s more intimate than it probably should be, you notice, given that this is supposed to be a one-time thing between friends. But he’s looking at you like he’s so much more than a friend right now, and you’re not particularly interested in making him stop. Bakugou’s drinking up the show beside him and doesn’t even look jealous or angry that he’s giving you this attention, at least not compared to how possessive you thought he’d be. In fact, his bravery seems to soar the longer you stand there until he finally works up the courage to lean forward and caress your thigh, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear to help Kirishima pull them down.
“Baby,” Denki calls behind you, and you give the four of them a few moments to ogle at the sight of you as you glance over your shoulder to give him your attention. He’s laid out on the bed with a bottle of lube beside him, cock resting proudly along his hipbone as he arches his back for you, such a pretty sight you can almost ignore the multiple sets of hands feeling up your front side, “I’m ready, please. I want you to sit on my face.”
“I’m coming, Denks,” you assure, “Be patient for me, okay? You’re being so good.”
“You want your pretty partner back, Denks?” Kirishima asks almost teasingly, drawing you forward enough to place a few simmering kisses against your stomach, “It’s driving you mad to not get any attention, isn’t it, little perv? You just want all eyes on you, can’t even let your girlfriend get some love. That’s pretty naughty.”
“No, no, I’m being good!” Denki protests as his hips twitch, eyes flashing with an apology, “I’m being good, I promise. I jus’ want her to sit on my face. Wanna make her feel good while she opens me up, please , Eijirou? Please give her back.”
Kirishima considers this for a moment, humming as he winds an arm around the back of your thighs and continues to layer your stomach and hipbone with his lips. “Alright, alright. I guess we are supposed to be celebrating you, huh Denks? You can have her back.”
You hum in approval, something about being fought for stirring up things in your gut even if you know they’re doing it light-heartedly, and you lean down to press a kiss to Kirishima’s mouth before crawling into the bed, making sure your ass is swaying plenty enough for them to watch. Denki’s already made himself comfortable amongst the pillows, smiling lovingly as you dip close enough to kiss him. “Hi, baby. You ready for me to prep you?”
“Mhmm,” he agrees breathlessly, leaning up in a desperate chase for your lips when you pull away. You crawl up higher, then swing a leg around to straddle his head, facing your friends on their loveseats and with a perfect view of Denki’s pliant body and eager cock, thighs spread and knees slightly bent. You make a few minor adjustments, noticing as you do that Kirishima has now officially unzipped and pulled out his and Bakugou’s cocks, idly stroking both as you’re getting situated. The sight makes your gut lurch with excitement, and it’s not long after that Sero and Shinsou both notice and unzip to join in.
“Color?” You ask.
“Green,” Denki says quickly, tugging at your thighs, “Sit, please. I can take it. Wanna make you feel good.”
You hum in approval of his eagerness, allowing him to pull your hips down until he’s buried nose-deep in your cunt, tongue prodding and feeling around your tender flesh. He noses around until he finds your clit, shutting his lips around it and sucking softly while you gasp and curse, thighs clenching.
“Fuck, you look good like that,” Shinsou mumbles absentmindedly at he strokes his shaft, slow and careful to make sure he won’t cum before they get to the really good stuff. But in all honesty, the view now is plenty good enough to satisfy as they all watch you get settled on Denki’s face, his tongue and mouth eager to please as you roll your hips once or twice, arousal swirling hotly in your navel. Your back arches, breasts riding higher, and as he watches you toy idly with one of your nipples, Sero has never wanted something in his mouth so badly.
After taking a few moments to soak in the feeling of Denki’s excited work, he digs his heels into the sheets and lifts his hips, showing off the hard and begging length of him in a silent reminder of what you promised. You chuckle at his neediness, reaching down to take him by the thighs and fold him in half. At this point you’re unsure if it’s his hero training or just you that’s making him this flexible.
Kirishima gasps at the view of Denki’s waiting hole, puckered and clenching around nothing in his excitement. You have half a mind to let the redhead crawl up the bed and open him with his tongue, but Denki wanted to be watched, and clearly he’s loving all the eyes on him as he twitches and whimpers into your cunt. You warm some lube between your hands, thoroughly coating your fingers before your middle one starts up the familiar dance of massaging around his ass. It takes him a bit longer than normal to relax, given how closely he’s being watched and the way he feels every single pair of eyes like he’s on fire, but eventually he seems comfortable enough, and you meet little resistance as you slip your finger past that tight ring of muscle and start to pump.
He gasps as his hips jerk, whining into your cunt as he tongues and mouths at your hole. A slew of whispered curses from the others fills the air as you settle into a rhythm of fingerfucking his ass, trailing your other hand down to stroke his cock to keep him satisfied while the others drink up the show.
“Fuck, he takes it like nothing, doesn’t he?” Sero mumbles as he watches your finger appear and reappear, all but sucked in by Denki’s greedy ass.
“He’s a big fan of this,” you say absentmindedly, voice a little shaky with pleasure as your own thighs twitch in Denki’s hands, “Aren’t you, baby? You like it when your friends watch me put my fingers in your ass?”
Denki keens, back arching as a long whine dribbles from his mouth into your cunt. The vibrations of his voice have you moaning, and you wait until he’s relaxed again to work in another finger, almost surprised by how easily it slips in. Now with two, you start to scissor and spread them, working him open bit by bit as a familiar knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. In truth, you hadn’t exactly expected to be able to cum tonight, not with this many eyes on you. Denki likes to be watched, but you’d always thought you were indifferent or even a little unsure of it.
Now, though? With Kirishima’s vibrant red-eyed gaze right on your cunt, Bakugou’s and Sero’s on your chest, Shinsou watching the way you work Denki? It’s like you’re buzzing under the attention, the coil in your gut winding tighter each and every time one of them mumbles about how pretty you are or about how well Denki takes you.
A few minutes later and just as you’re slipping in the third finger, you cum. It takes you a bit by surprise as your back suddenly arches, your orgasm rolling over you as you spill into Denki’s thirsty mouth, thighs trembling.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” you gasp as it works it’s way through you, fingers momentarily stilling in Denki as you drop your chin to your chest with closed eyes, “Holy shit, oh my God. I did not think that was gonna happen.”
“Shit, that was so pretty,” Kirishima moans, stroking himself a little faster as his other hand squeezes Bakugou’s shaft, earning a choked groan, “You look damn good when you cum, sweetheart.”
Your cheeks get a little hot under the praise, but it’s too late to take it back now. Neither of you had really intended for you to be so directly involved when you and Denki first talked about doing this, kind of figuring instead that all of the attention would be on him, but if he’s bothered by this many people watching you cum, he doesn’t say it. If anything, he seems pleased that he’s satisfied you as his hips arch, simultaneously riding your fingers and fucking his cock into your hand.
“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers, kissing and biting at your thighs. You try to get off of him so he can breathe proper, but he pulls you back down the moment you try to move, “No, stay, please. Feels so good, I’m… I’m getting kinda close again, baby.”
“Uh oh, we can’t have you cumming before I even get the chance to split you open in front of your friends,” you coo disapprovingly, letting go of his cock much to his dismay, “You’re almost ready for me, my pretty little pornstar. You can last a little longer, can’t you? Just a little longer for me.”
And because you can’t possibly let yourself be too sweet to him, you crook your fingers around until you find his prostate and start to rub it with each pump of your fingers, his hips jumping as a high-pitched moan blows from his lips. “Wait, not there, fuck, m’gonna cum if you do that, pleaseplease please .”
“Just a little longer,” you tease. In your eyes glistens ruthless power that the others have never seen from you before, mischievous and tantalizing as you work in a fourth finger, “You can last a little longer for me.”
“Please, fuck, I can’t take it,” he whines, cock helplessly humping the air as another orgasm rests tauntingly at the bottom of his gut, creeping closer despite his best efforts to keep it away, “I need you to fuck me, please, please, please fuck me, mommy.”
Kirishima groans at the new nickname, and you giggle. Working your fingers where you want them, you ruthlessly start to pump his prostate, drawing him closer, and closer, and closer…
In one fluid movement, you suddenly stop and pull your fingers out, drawing a choked outcry from Denki’s mouth as tears prick behind his eyes. “No, no, why’d you stop? I was so close, I was about to cum…”
“I know you were, that’s exactly why I stopped,” Shifting off his face, you pull him up and back forward, bending him over until he’s on his hands and knees at the end of the bed, gripping the footboard. One hand pushes the center of his back, arching him down while the other returns to his ass, slipping two fingers back into him to keep him occupied.
“Shit, he looks good from here,” Shinsou says.
You grin. “I figured this would be a pretty good angle. Now, Katsuki, could you do me a favor? Take a look in that drawer next to you—” He does, and his eyes widen— “Pick one for me.”
Straps, an entire drawer full of them. All different colors, shapes, sizes, some vibrating, some with curves, some with dual-sided dildos designed so that you can get fucked while you fuck you boyfriend. Some with soft tassel belts, some with chain belts, some nylon, and more. There’s handcuffs and vibrators, too, tucked near the back, but you’d asked for a strap and nothing more. He’s a little too flustered at first to pick one, distracted by the sheer magnitude, by your bluntness in asking him to choose, by the overwhelming sensation of Kirishima still steady stroking his cock.
“Katsuki,” you sing impatiently, “Don’t tell me you're scared of a drawer full of silicone, huh? Just pick whichever one you think Denks is gonna like the most.”
Unable to handle the embarrassment, Bakugou looks away and blindly plunges his hand into the drawer, tossing the first one he grabs toward the bed with a stuttered moan. Kirishima leans over to kiss him in reward while you pull your fingers away and pick up the chosen strap, a vibrating silver piece about seven inches in length. Whether it was luck or something else, he’s managed to grab one of Denki’s favorites, and the vibrating aspect means you’ll be getting at least some stimulation as well.
All eyes are on you as you work into the strap, drawing it up your thighs and tightening the belt into place. One of Denki’s hands sneaks underneath him to stroke his neglected cock, and everyone jumps when you land a disapproving smack to his ass, his body jerking forward a little as he moans. “No touching without my permission, you fucking pervert. Now sit still.”
He nods, prattling off frantic apologies as you lean over him, hanging him clear off the end of the bed as you align the strap with his ass and slowly press. It takes him a moment before he relaxes and widens enough to let you in, gasping and twitching as you oh-so-slowly fill him to the very brim. You keep his back arched and dipped low, providing a wonderful angle for those on the couches to watch your strap disappear inside him, deeper and deeper until your pelvis is brushing his ass and he’s so deliciously full, just how he likes it.
“Fucking hell,” Bakugou mutters, twitching as Kirishima reaches up to toy with his sensitive tip, “He sure knows how to take it like a slut, doesn’t he?”
“Shit, Katsuki,” Denki breathes, the first time he’s moaned a name that isn’t yours, but fuck if it isn’t one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard as he tries feebly to rock his hips back against yours, “Y/n, baby, please move, please fuck me, fuck me, please .”
“What are you?” You say expectantly, draping yourself over his back, “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m… I’m your filthy cumslut,” he whines, “I’m a pervert. I’m yours! Please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore, please .”
“Good boy,” you mutter, beginning to rock your hips, “What a good fuckin’ boy. Gonna let me show all our friends exactly who you fucking belong to, huh? Mark this little slut, you’re fucking mine. ”
He almost sobs as your thrusts gain more traction, bullying your strap deep inside his ass, and when you reach down to turn on the vibration, he gasps and cries out, back arching under your hands. You take him by the hips, thumbs pressing into the little divots on either side of his back, and start to fuck him in earnest, the slapping sounds of skin on skin formulating the perfect backing orchestra for his incessant, gorgeous moans.
There’s devastating power behind each snap of your hips, leaving your friends wide-eyed with dropped jaws as they watch you rock the bed from the sheer force of your movements, the vibrations jarring into you every time. Bakugou’s been teetering on the edge of an orgasm for over a minute now and has to force Kirishima’s hand away from his sensitive tip before he finishes too early, vying for more time to enjoy this delicious fucking spectacle of shaking thighs and pounding hips and moving breasts.
Denki’s hair is a disheveled mess at this point, his body sheened in a layer of clammy sweat that glistens in the low light, his cock swinging underneath him with the power of your fucking, your strap filling and hitting every inch of his insides to the point where he can feel you almost in his lower belly, brushing his prostate, rubbing and touching all of the spots that feel the best, the vibrations only magnifying the pleasure tenfold.
And oh god, the eyes on him. It’s like he’s being engulfed in embarrassment, the right kind this time, burning into him with a touch that’s icy and fiery all at once, running hotly up and down his body, turning his skin to pinpricks of tingly pleasure. He’s buzzing, and not from his Quirk, balancing on a precipice and eating up the moans and whines of his friends, knowing they’re making these noises and singing these degrading praises to him and him alone. You promised him the two of you would put on a show for your friends and by God are you doing just that, hammering into him with such power it nearly takes his breath away.
He’s leaning over the edge of the bed, gripping the headboard, red-faced, filled with ecstasy, so entirely unable to muster up so much as a word that he can’t do anything except sit there and take it, praying he gets to cum soon. He’s so enraptured in it that as he raises his head and unsteadily locks eyes with Shinsou, he’s unaware of the fact that drool is steadily dripping from his slack mouth, plopping onto the wooden floors as he watches Shinsou stroke his own cock, a knot winding in his stomach.
“Fuck, he’s fucking drooling ,” Bakugou groans as he guides a slower pace of Kirishima’s hand around his cock, “It’s really that fuckin’ good, huh?”
“It’s… s-so good,” Denki slurs, voice choked by the force behind your thrusts as more drools drips onto the hardwood, his cock filling out with a waiting load, “I’m gonna… baby, please , can I cum? I wanna cum again.”
“Not yet, you wait until they’ve finished first,” you demand, so calmly it’s like you’re not knelt above him and fucking him so hard his eyes are rolling back and he’s seeing stars. Looking around the room, you gauge the faces of your friends before locking onto Shinsou, who looks closer than any of them as he toys with himself, lip bit and balls drawn taut to his body, “Hitoshi, you wanna— fuck— you wanna finish inside him?”
“Fuck,” he whines, “Fuck yes. Can I?”
Denki openly cries out as you slow your hips to an agonizing pace, the vibrating tip of the strap rubbing against his prostate with each gentle roll as you hold out your hand to Shinsou. He stands immediately and kicks out of his pants, stumbling over and joining you on the bed. You kiss him, then slowly slip out of Denki’s ass, his hole begging and empty as he whines and clenches the footboard, pleading incessantly to be filled again.
“Go ahead, plug him up for me,” you say, glancing at Sero, “and since he has so much damn drool to give, why don’t you come finish in his mouth? Should be plenty wet for you, and he loves to be used like a slut.”
Sero nods and stands up, shucking his pants wherever Shinsou’s have ended up as he comes to the edge of the bed. Behind him, Shinsou’s started to press his cock past Denki’s tight ring of muscle, and his head drops to his chest, but you simply click your tongue and fist his blond hair, yanking him up and pushing his face toward Sero’s cock. “Oh c’mon, pretty thing, you wanna act a pervert in front of your friends, you’re gonna pay them back for indulging in your disgusting fantasies. Go ahead and suck him off for me.”
Denki’s whimpering as he closes his mouth around Sero’s cock, driven forward by Shinsou’s thrusts to take him deeper and deeper until his nose is brushing Sero’s dark pubic hair and he’s forced to gag around him.
And he can’t get enough of it. From the way Shinsou fills his ass to the way Sero’s making it hard for him to breathe, all combined with the approving and proud way you watch him take it, eyes glistening with entertainment and unabashed affection. He’s a slut, as proud and true as they come, and he’s having the time of his fucking life.
Shinsou doesn’t last long at all, only long enough for Denki to gag once or twice more before he’s groaning and emptying his balls into Denki’s tight ass, flooding him with stifling warmth and leaving him impossibly fuller than he was before. He pulls out, and your finger is right there to shove the leaking cum back in just in time for Sero to blow his load down Denki’s throat, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, head spinning with light-headed that he can’t tell is from the lack of oxygen or just the overwhelming satisfaction of being used.
“What a pretty little cumslut,” you coo, not bothering to thumb away the excess from Denki’s lip this time as Shinsou and Sero return to their seats while you wave Kirishima and Bakugou forward, “Where do you wanna finish, red?”
“On his face,” he says, and you silently appreciate the way he doesn’t seem the slightest bit ashamed to admit any of this, already stroking his cock as he approaches, “But I wanna kiss you while I do it, please?”
“Sounds good to me,” you reply, shuffling closer and feeling Denki squeeze your thigh.
“ Please , baby,” he whines, hips rocking against your hand on his asscheek, “I wanna cum, please fuck me, please make me cum.”
You frown, and he jerks when you slap his ass again. “You wait until they’re finished. Don’t get impatient, pretty boy, or I’m liable not to let you cum at all.”
Kirishima goes to his knees in front of Denki, frantically stroking his cock, and you don’t stop him from leaning forward to kiss and lick at his cock. You reach out, and Kirishima takes you by the back of the neck, kissing you hard and deep as he climbs higher and higher toward his peak, the journey quickened by Denki suckling at his sensitive tip.
“Fuck,” he mutters into your mouth. Bakugou’s behind Denki now, pulling him back by the hips off of Kirishima’s cock and onto his, and you reach down to pull Kirishima’s hand away and replace it with your own, stroking him right to the edge and over into his orgasm. Ropes of white spurt from his frankly massive cock onto Denki’s face, bridging his nose, salty against his lips, nearly getting in his damn eye as Denki hangs his tongue from his mouth and drinks up any drop he can get.
Bakugou’s not far behind him, slamming his hips into Denki’s once, twice, three more hard times before he groans and spills his cums to mix with Shinsou’s inside his ass, hot and filling. And it seems that now that he’s officially been a cumdump for all parties involved, Denki can’t hold back anymore as he launches into an obnoxious and completely desperate begging to be fucked, rocking his hips back against your strap, drooling cum and saliva onto the sheets, back arched and a total mess.
“That’s my good boy,” you praise, and with the added lubrication of cum it’s easier than ever to slip your vibrating strap into his ass and start to piston your hips, impossibly harder than you were before, “Did so good, pretty boy, you look so fucking good all covered in cum, my little pervert. Go ahead and cum for me, sweet thing. You’ve earned it.”
Your hand finds his hair and you yank him upright, his back pressed to your chest as you rock your hips at a delicious, mind-boggling new angle inside him, nailing his prostate with each deep thrust. His cock bounces against his thigh, begging for a touch, and Kirishima obliges as he reaches forward and starts to ruthlessly stroke him, hurtling him past the edge into rapture where his moans and screaming become silence and shuddering gasps, ass clenching around the strap as string after string after string paints the sheets, the ground, Kirishima’s hand, all of it.
He always tended to cum a lot, but this is something else entirely as he continues to sob and dump cum onto the sheets, melted into your chest and unable to do anything besides take the overstimulating pleasure of Kirishima working his cock and your strap still vibrating right on his prostate, body turned to jello. It takes until he squirts and starts to tremble all over before you finally let up on him, turning off the vibrations while Kirishima lets go of his cock and leans forward to kiss his slack mouth.
“What a good boy,” he praises softly, “You did so fucking good, Denks. You and Y/n both. I’ve never seen a show quite like that before.”
“Thanks for agreeing to be here, red,” you huff, slowly catching your breath as you reach out and stroke your fingers through his hair, “It was good to have you.”
“I’m happy to help out, anytime either of you needs it. You’re pretty important to me, ya know.”
“I know,” You crane your head over Denki’s shoulder, grimacing at the sheer mess he’s made, “Oh, babe. Jeez. Listen, I’d really appreciate it if you guys stuck around to help us get cleaned up, and then… maybe for some cuddles, too? I think Denki would like it.”
Kirishima hums sweetly as he dips over Denki’s shoulder to kiss you. “Of course we’ll stay. Even Katsuki can’t deny how nice it is to cuddle after some intense sex, huh Kat?”
Behind you and already lounging back into the pillows, Bakugou huffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever you say, idiot.”
After carefully pulling out of Denki and soothing his half-hearted whine with plenty of praise and kisses, you stand and let Kirishima and Bakugou manhandle him into the bathroom to be cleaned while you slowly unbuckle and remove your dick. The straps have left a few angry red marks on your skin from where it had rubbed, but before you even get the chance to touch them Sero’s on his knees and kissing his way across them, using his thumbs to gently rub away the sting. The sentiment has you smiling as you brush your fingers through his hair, and as he stands he picks you up and brings you to him for a long kiss.
Surely, if this were really a one-time thing, he wouldn’t have done it. Surely if the lot of you were really just friends, he wouldn’t kiss you like this. But he doesn’t stop, and neither do you, and you’re not particularly interested in thinking too much about it right now.
Shinsou and Sero are doting, hardly letting you lift a finger to help as they strips the sheets and put on new ones, mopping Denki’s drool and cum from the floor and getting you dressed in some comfortable pajamas for the night. Kirishima and Bakugou reappear not long after that with Denki cradled in Kirishima’s arms and sluggishly complaining about a sore ass.
With that, the lot of you pile into the bed, all tangled limbs and stiff sheets and kisses shared silently in the darkness. Maybe there’s something more to this night than meets the eye, but for now you’re content to let the very same men that were here to humiliate Denki turn around and coddle him instead. Holding him, holding you, murmuring praises and whispering goodnights with the unspoken but entirely certain promise that things like what happened tonight will certainly be happening again.