Ash cant stop thinking about the hero of time

It was something you had talked about with your boyfriends for a while. 

It wasn’t that they were averse to the idea, perse; it was just that with Shouta’s preference (and yours, if you were being entirely honest) to keep your relationship on the down-low, combined with Hizashi in general, the notion of public sex was something that you had all wanted to try, but it was hard to find somewhere that suited all of your needs. It had been a discussion amongst you all for a while, and you had even thought that you guys had found a place.

Then USJ happened. 

Seeing one of your boyfriends lying in a hospital bed, crushed and battered and beaten and broken, and seeing the other almost lose himself in grief (“Y/N, we can’t lose him. I can’t lose him. I can’t lose someone else,” Hizashi had sobbed into your arms, the monotone beeping of Sho’s heart monitor the only other noise and the only notion that he was still alive) had shaken you up for a while, and the three of you hadn’t been intimate in a while- both out of caution due to Sho’s injuries, and the fact that the fear that he would just disappear, stop breathing, stop existing with you was suffocating, and you just needed to constantly be aware that he was breathing, he was alive, he was okay.

That was in the past now, and while you were a bit loathe to admit it, you missed those nights of passion with your boyfriends; the nights spent tied up with Sho’s capture weapon, Hizashi’s tongue roaming over your naked body as Shouta whispered in your ear (“Are you gonna be a good kitten for us, darling? Gonna remember your place?”) kept nagging at you as your ovulation period drew closer and closer, and your body cried out for attention, attention that your little fingers just couldn’t give yourself.

Still, Shouta had just gotten out of the mummy bandages you and Hizashi had loved to tease him about. While his bones were mended and cuts closed, Recovery Girl had been clear as day when she explained that there was to be no strenuous activity from the man for the next week while his body did the final healing process. Nevertheless, you decide to bring up the topic of sex again after dinner, while the three of you cuddle on the couch and watch reruns of an old crime show.

“So, guys, I’ve been thinking,” you start, shifting from your position under Hizashi’s arm to look at both of the heroes on the couch with you.

“Oh? What about, angel?” Hizashi asks, running his fingers down your arm in a way that made you shiver, and you curse your body for reacting to even that small of a touch. 

Even better for you, Shouta is an incredibly perceptive man and picks up on this immediately. “Hizashi, darling, I think we might have been neglecting our little kitten here. Isn’t that right, kitty?” His tone is low, in that in-between space between dangerous and teasing, just the right mix of fear and excitement running through your veins at him opening his mouth going straight to your core. His hand, freshly out of the bandages, moves to tilt your chin up to look at him in the eyes, and you nod meekly, rubbing your thighs together unconsciously as your body aches at the touch.

Hizashi chuckles from behind you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. “Is that so? I admit, with everything that’s been happening lately, we haven’t had time to play, but I would think that our little one wouldn’t be this pent up, not unless she had been naughty and touched what wasn’t hers without permission. You haven’t been naughty, have you?” ‘Zashi’s hand replaces Sho’s to grip your chin and turn you to face him. Your face lights up in shame; you had tried to get yourself off, but it hadn’t worked, only made you even needy. 

When you had entered this relationship with Hizashi and Shouta, there had been rules placed, as is the case with any healthy relationship between a dom (or in this case, doms) and a sub. Touching yourself without explicit permission was a huge no-no, one that had absolutely no wiggle room. 

And you had just admitted to breaking that rule. 

Shouta clicks his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head. He shares a glance above your head with Hizashi, and some non-verbal communication must have happened between the two in an instant because the next thing you knew, they completely change the subject and turn their attentions back to the television.

You’re shocked, to say the least! You had just confessed that you broke one of the rules, the strictest rule you three had, to be exact, and you got off scot-free! “Wait, are you guys upset? I know I broke a rule, and I shouldn’t be asking for punishment, but-” You splutter, only to be silenced with a look from Hizashi, one that told you to hush before you got yourself in real hot water.

“Oh, don’t worry, little one, we know you broke a rule. And you’re not getting away from punishment, not in the slightest.” His breath tickles your ear as he leans in close and whispers, sending shivers down your spine. Shouta glances over and chuckled at the sight, but otherwise remains silent. 

The rest of the night is mundane, which, to be honest, unnerved, and almost scared you. You know that Hizashi and Shouta had the UA Sports Festival tomorrow, so if they wanted to punish you, they would have to do it tonight, right...?

Wrong. 

At around 11 p.m. the three of you get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, setting alarms, and making sure the coffee machine would start brewing at precisely 6 in the morning. You walk to your bed, a large king-size with black silk sheets (Hizashi loves the finer things in life, and wasn’t afraid to admit or show it), and crawl under the multiple blankets. 

“Oh, kitten,” Shouta starts, drawing your attention over to him as he pulls on a nightshirt, abs drawn taut as he stretches. “We’ve been granted permission from Principal Nezu for you to join us in the commentator booth tomorrow to get the best view of the festival if you’d like to come.” The offer was incredible, so incredible, in fac,t that you miss the sharp glint in Shouta’s eye as he shares a glance with Hizashi, who smirks as he pulls himself under the covers. You nod excitedly, eager for the chance to spend the whole day with your busy boyfriends, at their work no less! Sho nods, and with that, he turns off the light, worms under the covers, and you fall asleep sandwiched between the two men who you adore.

Morning comes in the form of the most annoying alarm clock known to man. 

“Yeeeeah, little listener! Up and at ‘em! Go get the day!” Hizashi’s voice pours from the Present Mic brand clock (a gag gift from Nemuri to Shouta that he just didn’t have the heart to get rid of), and you groan, pulling the covers back over your head and pushing your head into a chest.

Or, at least, you tried to push your head into a chest. 

The lack of warmth in your bed makes you shoot up, and you realize that you were alone in your bed, your boyfriends having disappeared. 

Swinging your legs over the edge, you hop onto your feet and shuffle into the kitchen, where you see Shouta and Hizashi making pancakes, a fluffy stack of them already waiting to be eaten. 

“Good morning,” you say around a yawn, giving each of your boyfriends a peck on the cheek. Shouta smiles at you behind his coffee mug, and Hizashi waves, flinging his spatula. The three of you, after the pancakes are ready, sit down at your kitchen table for your daily breakfast. Being the girlfriend of two pro heroes/teachers/radio host made you learn to make time to spend together, and normally it was only these breakfasts that were a semblance of normalcy in the relationship. They are the perfect start to your morning, and you smile as you think about just how much you love these men.

“Something on your mind, kitten?” Shouta asks, staring at you with an unreadable emotion glinting in his dark eyes. 

“Oh, nothing. You guys just make me happy,” you say, a blush dusting your cheeks. Hizashi reaches across the table, grabs your hand, and brushes his lips across your knuckles. You turn even redder, spluttering into your coffee mug. 

The rest of breakfast is filled with mindless chatter, discussions of 1-A’s quirks and chances in the festival later today. The three of you wash your dishes, and you move to the bedroom to get dressed. As you do, however, Shouta and Hizashi both grab your wrist, looking deep into your eyes. 

“Little one, how about we pick out what you wear today? If that’s ok with you?” ‘Zashi asks, giving you the slightest of puppy dog eyes that just make your heart melt. You nod, and they follow you into the bedroom.

“Go do whatever else you need to, kitty. We’ve got this,” Shouta ends with a wink, Hizashi already scouring through your dresser and closet. As you go to your vanity to do some light touch-ups, Shouta calls out, “and no peeking at what you’re wearing! You don’t want to be in even more trouble, do you, kitten?” 

Damn. So they hadn’t forgotten about the conversation last night after all. You thought you had gotten lucky, too...

It only takes a few minutes for you to fix up your face; you had never been one for heavy makeup on a normal day, so you just smudged some black eyeliner under your eyes and gave yourself a wing, for a slightly edgier look than normal, but nothing that you hadn’t done before. Besides, you knew Hizashi especially loved when you did your makeup like this, and while you know you’re already in trouble, something in you just wants to rile him up even more. 

It seems that Shouta knows this as well, as when your boyfriends call you to put on the outfit they’ve picked out for you, he gives you a very knowing look as Hizashi stares at you. 

You stare right back, sending him a small wink. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Shouta frown. 

Shit. 

Acting like you have no idea what you're doing, you move to get dressed. Your boyfriends have picked out some black jeans, a red lacy bodysuit, a black leather jacket that you recognized as one of Hizashi’s old ones, and...

Was that your collar in their hands?!

Granted, it didn’t look like a regular collar, just a thick black leather choker with red and yellow spikes and an O ring in the center, but still, you had never worn it out in public before, only in the bedroom (and the kitchen, and living room, and the bathroom).

“Oh, and kitty- your punishment starts now.” Shouta levels you with a hard glance and a hand around your throat. Any complaints you had disappeared as you gazed into his dark, predatory eyes, Hizashi looking over his shoulder with the exact same spark in his bright green eyes. 

 You get dressed under the gaze of your boyfriends, who seem to be eating you with their eyes. Not that you particularly minded, as your growing wetness showed. If the two of them noticed, they said nothing at your obvious arousal as you changed into the small, lacy panties (red, again, as it was both Hizashi’s and Shouta’s favorite color on you) they had picked out for you. 

And you, being the brat you love to be, give them a show. 

Slowly, you pull the bodysuit up, making sure to wiggle it up and adjust it so it hugs all the right places. You tug your jeans up, taking extra time to smooth the fabric over your ass. You even manage to make lacing your combat boots sensual, bending your body in such a way that it showcases your curves to your audience. As you approach Sho so he can snap the collar in place, Hizashi is the one to spank your ass as you kneel in front of the erasure hero, both of them giving you a look that only promises fun times ahead. 

You bow your head in front of the raven-haired man, giving him full access to your neck. Hizashi holds your hair out of the way so Shouta can securely attach the collar to you, a silent reminder of your place. When your hair is dropped, you know that means you’re allowed to get back on your feet so the three of you can head to UA’s campus. 

The tension in the air of Shouta’s car can be cut with a knife, your eyes never leaving your lap as you mindlessly scroll through your phone, excited and nervous for both the festival and spending the day with your boyfriends. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten to spend a day with them, and even though they’ll technically be working,  you won’t really be in the public eye so you might be able to rope the two of them into some cuddles. 

The walk inside is mostly uneventful since you’re there so early. Most of the stand vendors are still setting up, but what they’re cooking fills the air with a decadent aroma, the mix of savory and sweet making your mouth water. You know you’ll be able to come back and get some food during the lunch break, however, so you’re not dying to get something this instant; besides, you’re still comfortably full from the wonderful breakfast your equally wonderful boyfriends had gone to the trouble of making. 

Due to the early hour, the walk up to the stadium is empty, aside from Principal Nezu discussing game logistics with Nemuri. The two are so engrossed in their discussion that they almost miss you, but Nemuri spots you and gives you a wave, and, upon seeing both your hands being held by Shouta and Hizashi, sneakily takes a picture to use as blackmail later. You stick your tongue out at her, earning a good-natured laugh in return. 

You’ve been to some end of year school events before, and while you’re not familiar with all the teachers, you’ve grown to be good friends with Nemuri, due to Shouta and Hizashi’s past with her. She knows almost everything about the relationship you have with the two pros, so she knows how much you want to spend time with them today. She turns her attention back to Nezu, who gives you a friendly ‘Good morning!’ as you pass by. You return the greeting and follow your boyfriends up to the commentator booth, taking in the enormous stadium as you do. It’s hard to believe that this is just a high school, albeit a very nice one.

The booth is empty once you get there, the sound maintenance workers having checked all the equipment the night before. You spot an extra chair between the two main ones, likely put there by Nezu this morning. You make a mental note to thank the man (rat? bear? dog?) and get settled, setting your bag down by the door and going to sit in the chair.

Shouta stops you with a hand around your wrist. “Oh, kitty, only good girls get to sit in their chairs, next to their owners. Isn’t that right, Hizashi?” He looks over to ‘Zashi, who nods in agreement, stepping closer to you and grabbing your chin, forcing you to look into his hungry eyes. 

“I do believe that’s right, Shouta. And I don’t think our little one has been very good, no, I do believe she’s been a naughty, bratty little thing. And brats don’t get anything but a good punishment. A good humiliation.” You’ve never heard Hizashi’s voice like this, so deep and commanding. It turns your already wobbly legs into jelly, and you sink onto your knees, your head bowed in submission. You feel yourself slipping into the light haze of subspace, the need to obey your owners suddenly coming over you in a wave. Hizashi smirks at you, his hand still on your chin. 

“There’s a good kitten. A kitten who knows her place, who knows who she belongs to.” Shouta purrs at you, leaning over your kneeling form. Your chin is yanked up, dragging your gaze from the floor to Shouta’s eyes, his dark irises even darker with his lust-blown pupils. “Tell us, kitty. Who do you belong to? Who owns you?” He taunts, looming closer to you. 

“Y-You, sirs. I belong to you.” You stutter out, hazy mind struggling to find the words. Lust has clouded your mind, making the flow of words from your brain to your mouth that much harder. All you know right now is that you want to please the two men-owners-standing in front of you. All you want to do is make them happy, make them proud. 

“Oh, there’s our good girl. Look at you, the perfect picture. I could look at this all day,” Hizashi circles behind you, looking you up and down. You preen at the attention, eyes fluttering shut in euphoria. “But one good act does not make up for the rules broken, I’m afraid. Touching what belongs to us, without permission? You know that’s something we can’t let go of lightly.” You open your eyes to stare into Hizashi’s green ones, lust clouding his vibrant irises. You nod dumbly, not knowing what else to say. Shouta motions to the desk.

“You see that chair, kitten?” You nod again. “Well while that chair may only be for good girls, luckily, there’s an option for the naughty ones too. Naughty girls get to sit at their owners’ feet and grovel for attention.” Sho’s voice, if possible, goes even deeper. You let out a shudder, aroused at the mere prospect of just serving your owners in public. Even if it was in such a secluded area, the thought of it sent shivers down your spine in the best way possible. 

Hizashi and Shouta notice this and smirk at each other, knowing that you would need no more convincing to do this. Hizashi checked the time- almost time for announcing to begin. 

Almost time for the show to start. 

The stands didn’t know that they were missing out on a show going on right above their heads.

Shouta and Hizashi get settled in their seats, and Sho grabs the ring on your collar on the way, leading to a place under the desk. To your surprise, there are a few blankets set down there. The bastards had been planning this, you realize! But instead of that making you frustrated, it only makes your body run hotter with the idea of pleasing your owners in the best way you could. 

You get settled between the two of them as Hizashi starts. His words are just gibberish to your ears, as they are both pressing their feet against your clothed thighs, shoes so torturously close to your aching clit. You receive a small slap on the top of the head from Shouta as your body unconsciously moves to grind against his boot, and you look up to see him glaring at you. You shrink back in shame. 

A boot fills your vision. You glance back up at Sho in confusion, who just smirks and mouths the words ‘Lick, kitty. Grovel for your master’s touch.’ Goosebumps travel up your body, and all you can manage to do is nod and stick out your tongue. 

The taste of leather floods your mouth and you close your eyes; the taste is nothing special, but just the fact that you’re licking the boot of your owner makes you so incredibly aroused that you start to shake. This doesn’t escape Shouta’s attention, and he slaps a hand over his mouth to hold back a groan. His eyes flutter shut and he rolls his hips in his chair, the hard-on he’s currently sporting pressing against the confines of his jumpsuit. 

Hizashi looks over at the smothered moan, and his eyes go wide at the sight he sees- his boyfriend’s head tilted back in ecstasy, his girlfriend’s tongue leaving trails of slick over the boot in her face. The leather pants he’s wearing do nothing to hide his fast hardening cock, leaving an impressive print in the material. He seems to stutter a bit over his next words but manages to pull himself together enough to finish presenting the first challenge of the game.

Zashi nudges Shouta, encouraging him to make a remark. Shouta somehow gathers himself to make a sentence, with surprising conviction. The stands, satiated with the entertainment of the games actually starting now, have little need for Hizashi’s commentary, letting him turn his full attention to you.

Quickly and silently, he tugs his cock out of his pants, while Shouta quietly unzips part of his jumpsuit to do the same. You suddenly find yourself between two equally hard cocks; Hizashi’s is long and slender, topping off at just under seven-and-a-half inches. Shouta’s is nothing to scoff at, either; he might not have an impressive length, sitting at six inches, but it’s thick and girthy, and the combination of the two in your face is enough to make you drool. 

Hizashi’s lips tick upwards, and he whispers, his hand over the mic, “Go ahead, little one. Make your masters feel good. Use that pretty little mouth for some good.” That’s all the encouragement you need before you take his length down your throat, hand wrapping around Shouta’s and pumping at a steady rhythm. 

The two men above you let out equally throaty groans, both muffled by hands clamped tight over lips. You bob your head up and down Hizashi’s cock in time with your hand on Shouta’s. A long lick up the thick vein on the underside makes Hizashi’s knees jerk up and slam against the table, his cock twitching even harder in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the mushroom tip, savoring Hizashi’s flavor- salty, tangy, with just a hint of sweetness. 

With the press of his hands in your hair, a slight tug at the roots, your head bobs down to take his entire length down your throat. Tears prick at your eyes but you make no move to pull away, your nose snug against Hizashi’s pubic bone. You swallow around his cock, and he comes undone, spilling down your throat in thick ropes, hips bucking against your lips.

You swallow every drop, opening your mouth to show Hizashi that you’ve finished your meal. He groans, the sight making his cock, now in his hands, slowly come back to life. 

You turn to Shouta, your hand never having left his shaft. He’s entranced with the sight of you, his large palm coming to rest at the nape of your neck. You look up into his eyes, opening your mouth to try and speak, but Shouta places a finger to your lips. 

You suck the finger into your mouth, swishing your tongue around the digit. Sho’s hand flies from your neck to his mouth as his eyes roll back in pleasure. His hands move to guide you to his dick, rock hard and bright red, pre-cum oozing out of the tip. You swallow him in one fluid motion, the size making your jaw ache in the best way possible. He doesn’t last long; your jerking had brought him almost to climax before, and it only takes a few skillful swipes of your tongue to bring him over the edge. Hot cum shoots down your throat once again, and you again greedily drink every drop. Sho’s taste is less sweet, a bit on the bitter side, with a distinct almost blandness, reminding you in some ways of milk. 

“Oh, fuck yes, kitty. Drink your master’s milk.” Shouta groans under his breath, trying to ride out his orgasm as quietly as possible. You move away from his cock once you’ve swallowed everything, panting hard under the desk. Your clit is aching, begging to be touched, and your body feels like it’s on fire with how aroused you are. You shift so your heel is directly on your core, trying to alleviate the pressure; you earn yourself another smack on the thigh, from Hizashi this time. He sends a playful smirk your way, stuffing his still-hard cock back into his pants. 

“You got enough attention with that little stunt, little one. I don’t think you deserve anything else, do you? Now, sit there and look cute for us, and keep that mouth shut. There’s still about two hours until we have our hour break for lunch. So, until then, keep quiet. Even you can do that, can’t you?” Hizashi orders, his voice a perfect balance of mischief and authority. You nod, looking the blonde dead in the eyes. His smile turns soft, and his hand brushes through your hair. You lean into the touch, a small smile of your own spreading across your face. 

Shouta’s voice cuts through the moment, “Yes, kitty. And remember, you’ve already touched yourself once without permission, and I wouldn’t recommend doing that a second time. That won’t end well for you, kitten.” His voice contains a hard edge, one that you know you can’t fight against. You nod, but that’s not good enough. “Use your words, kitten. Let me hear you say it.” He whispers, leaning down close to your ear, his breath tickling the baby hairs and sending a shiver right down your spine. 

“Yes, sir. I understand.” You whisper, head tilted forward, brushing against Shouta and Hizashi’s knees. You hear them both chuckle, and then-

“Alright listeners! It’s time for the first game of the day! Are you READY?” Hizashi flips a switch in his brain, switching into Present Mic. The two are so different, and the mood in the air switches. Yes, you’re still hazy from lust, still in sub-space, but the smell of sex in the air has almost vanished somehow, and you feel more content to just lie under the desk and be present with the two men you love. Said men notice the change and relax into it, their demeanors shifting into a gentler dom role. Shouta puts on his grumpy face, occasionally putting in a few comments here and there. 

The hours seem to pass quickly, and even though you can’t physically see what’s happening with the students, Hizashi’s commentary is more than enough for you to be able to imagine it- Todoroki’s early start, Midoriya’s upset making the stands shake with the uproar. 

Soon enough, Hizashi is calling for the lunch break. As soon as he knows the mics are dead, he looks under the desk to look at you. Present Mic and Eraserhead, the Pro-Hero commentators are gone. Shouta and Hizashi are left, already sinking into their roles as your owners, and you sink into your role as their pet. The haze in your mind grows once more, and suddenly all you want, all you need is to be touched by your owners, your masters. You let out a small whine. Hizashi’s eyes twinkle, and you hear Shouta get up and move to the other side of the commentator box. 

“Come on out, little one. We’ve got something for you.” His tone makes you excited, and you eagerly crawl out on all fours. When you move to get up, however, Hizashi’s hand lands on your head. “Uh-uh, kitty cat. Little pets don’t walk on two legs, no, they walk on all fours. They crawl to their masters and beg at their feet for a smidgen of attention.” 

You look up at the sound of feet walking towards you to see Shouta carrying a long string of leather with a clasp at the end. Before you can even figure out what it is, the leash is clipped onto the O-ring of your collar, and you’re being tugged towards the center of the room, where Hizashi stands waiting. He's holding Shouta’s capture weapon, toying with it. He has a glint in his eye, one that you can’t pinpoint. 

Shouta hands the leash to Hizashi and stands by his side, looking down at you with nothing less than pure, primal hunger in his eyes. “Now, kitten. Now that you’re in your proper place, I do believe it’s time for you to have your proper punishment. Strip.” He commands, the hunger in his eyes easing into his voice, leaving no room for argument. With a small nod, you peel the jacket off your shoulders and untie your shoes. You peel the boots off, followed by the socks. 

Once you move to take your jeans off, Hizashi’s soft palm on top of your hand stops you. He silences you with an open mouth kiss, his tongue rushing into your mouth and making you melt. He unzips the jeans and quickly tugs them off of you, quickly followed by your bodysuit. Soon you’re left in a small, red lacy thong and matching bra. Hizashi’s hands rove up and down your body as he continues devouring your mouth. Shouta stands by, watching with hungry intent at the display. Hizashi’s clever hands slip you out of your bra and panties, and before you know it, you’re kneeling naked in front of your clothed masters. The situation sends a rush of warmth down to that familiar spot behind your belly button, a rush of slick flowing out of you. 

Shouta leans down to you and switches places with Hizashi. He does not move to kiss you though; no, he simply holds out his hand, and his scarf is suddenly in his hands. “Now, kitty, hold still.” His commanding tone stills all movement you may have had, and you kneel obediently as Shouta ties your wrists together, wrapping the cloth around your body, around your breasts, and snaking them down to tie your calves to each other, a finishing touch keeping the scarf in place. More arousal pools out of you at feeling so helpless, unable to run, unable to move. 

A hard slap to your ass brings you out of your thoughts. You crane your neck to look behind you and see Hizashi, hand raised and palm red. “Little one, lean forward and present. Don’t you dare do anything else, and I want to hear you say thank you after every spanking.” You obey accordingly, resting your exposed breasts on the cold floor, arching your back and presenting as instructed.

You are not fully prepared for the harsh sting on your ass as Hizashi brings his hand down full force. A choked squeal worms its way out of your mouth, as you squeak out a meek “Thank you, sir!”. You hear Shouta chuckle and watch his feet move around to stand behind you. You know it’s his hand that strikes you next, as he takes extra time to knead the supple flesh of your cheek after he spanks it. “Thank you, sir!” You mewl out again. You feel both of them lean down on either side of you, nipping their teeth at the sensitive spot where your neck joins with your shoulder. You melt further into the floor as a breathless moan leaves you.

“Now, that was two, you have three more to go. You’ve got one more for touching what doesn’t belong to you, one for that little show this morning, and one for how you tried to please yourself before pleasing your masters. Do you understand? I want you to count these next ones, kitten.” Shouta growls in your ear, and you whisper out an almost silent “Yes, sir,” in understanding. You feel him nod, and the two bodies on top of you move back. 

Smack. “Three! Thank you, sir!” Smack. “Four! Th-thank you, sir!” Smack! “F-f-five! Thank you, sirs!” The fifth spanking is on both cheeks, both Shouta and Hizashi landing their palms on your cherry red ass. Your chest is heaving at this point, the pain and pleasure muddling together in a beautiful haze in your lust-riddled brain. 

“Good girl, taking that punishment so well. Such a good girl we have, Shouta.” Hizashi’s voice is music to your ears, and he grabs you around the waist to pull you so your back is flush with his chest. You’re panting, heavy breaths sweeping past bitten lips. Nothing is in your head now, just the need for your masters’ touch. 

“Yes, we have such a good girl, such a good kitten. And such a good kitty deserves a reward, I think. She drank all her milk, she took all of her punishments so well, so maybe we should ease her aching pussy.” Shouta dips a rough hand to your clit, and the noise you let out echoes around the room, a high, keening wail escaping your lips. The sheer pleasure you receive from finally being touched is jaw-dropping, and your thighs shake. 

Hizashi plays with your breasts, calloused fingers toying with your nipples. You squirm against the touches, your breathing picking up even more. You buck your hips into Shouta’s hand, already almost at your climax, pent up arousal making that coil in your belly tighten faster and harder than ever before. 

“Is the kitty about to cum?” Hizashi asks, tone slightly mocking. “Already? After we’ve barely started? Pathetic. Coming undone at just a few, light touches; your body truly knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?” All you can do is nod and moan loudly, wanting to reach your peak but not wanting to cum without permission. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg. Beg for us to give you pleasure. Beg for us to give you release.” 

“God please please please let me cum, please sirs I just want to cum, I’ve wanted to cum for so long, please!” You wail, legs shaking from holding back this long. Shouta’s free hand yanks the leash, turning your attention to him, forcing you to look him in his dark eyes. 

“Cum for us, pet. Come undone on my fingers.” That’s all you need before the coil snaps, and your vision goes white. A wave of euphoria washes over you, and you scream. 

When your vision returns, you see Shouta licking your slick off his fingers. He smacks his lips after sucking them clean. “You’re delicious, kitten. So good for us. Such a good kitten.” He trails a hand up the front of your throat, lighting your body on fire as you realize they’re not done with you yet, not even close. 

Shouta stands, his grip on the leash never faltering. You follow on hands and knees to your chair, Hizashi right beside you, long fingers playing with your hair.  

“We said this chair was for good girls. We never said that it was just for good girls to watch the games. Lie down on your stomach, little one,” Hizashi coos in your ear, Shouta tugging on the leash, making you scramble to move where your masters want you. 

As soon as you situate yourself on the chair, the scarf that had been wrapped around you disappears, thrown into the corner, and the sound of zippers being undone is mixed with heavy, anticipatory breathing. Shouta is situated in front of you, and Hizashi behind. You see Sho’s fat cock pop into your line of vision, and you are absolutely mortified when drool falls out of your mouth at the sight, falling in a little splat! on the floor. 

“Oh, look at this! Drooling for her master’s cock. What a little cockslut we have here! A pathetic fucking slut.” Shouta taunts, your face turning as red as your ass. The leash tugs on your collar, forcing you to look into predatory eyes. “But you’re our cockslut, aren’t you? You belong to us, and only us. This body is ours, this mouth, this pussy. All ours.” You nod, words escaping you at the moment. Shouta smirks, a light slap landing on your cheek. “Well, pet, get to it. Suck your master’s cock.” 

You open your mouth as wide as it will go, and sink your lips around Shouta’s length. As soon as you do, however, you feel Hizashi sink two fingers into your core, stretching you open so he can sink into you with ease. You moan around the cock in your mouth, hungry for even more. You hear a lube bottle snap open, the tell-tale sound of a dick being slathered with lube, and suddenly the two fingers are replaced with seven full inches of hard cock, bare and uncovered. 

The pace your owners set is brutal; with every thrust Hizashi’s balls slap against your ass, and you’re forced even lower onto Shouta’s dick, your nose pressed firmly in his hair. Shouta’s large hand rests on the back of your head, surprisingly gentle in guiding your head up and down his length. 

The air is filled with the sound of skin against skin, soft moans, and whispers of “Yes, kitty, just like that” or “Fuck, pet, you’re so tight”. You’re so engrossed in pleasing your masters that you almost miss that all-too-familiar coiling in your gut. Your hole clenches around Hizashi’s cock, and he lifts his head up from where it had been resting in between your shoulder blades. 

“Again? You want to come again? Before either of your owners have cum twice? What a greedy pet. Such a greedy little cock hungry whore.” A smack lands against your ass, making you jump, and Shouta’s cock, therefore, going all the way down your throat. Tears are running down your face, you just feel so good. 

“F-fuck, kitty, I’m gonna cum again,” Shouta splutters out, his hips bucking more wildly into your mouth. “I want you to swallow every drop, and then maybe I’ll let you cum again.” He orders, and you hum around his cock in an affirmative answer.

That sends him over the edge.

Shouta’s moan and stuttering hips are the only warnings you get before he cums, hard. Your mouth floods with hot, sticky cum, the taste coating your tongue. Again, you swallow every drop, getting your fill of your master’s seed. His hand grips your jaw, forcing it open. Upon seeing your empty mouth, he smiles. 

“What a good kitty, drinking all of her owner’s milk. Do you want to cum now? You want to cum around your other owner’s cock?” You nod frantically, desperate for that release your body craves, that your body aches for. 

“Yes, please master. Please let me come around my other owner’s cock!” You cry out. Hizashi lets out a deep, throaty moan at that, his pace speeding up until you’re certain you’re brushing from the sheer force of his hips and the grip his fingers have on your waist. 

“You want me to cum inside you? You want to be pumped full of your master’s cum?” He asks you, and you involuntarily clamp around him, another wave of arousal flooding you at the words.  “Yes! Please, sir, fill me with your cum! Please, master, I want your cum inside me.” Your words are almost unintelligible, but Hizashi makes out what’s necessary. 

“Then cum around my cock, pet. Let go, cum on your owner’s cock.” And with that, you absolutely fall apart. If the first orgasm was mind-blowing, this one was earth-shattering. Your whole body shakes and seems to scream, every nerve crying out in pleasure. You fall limp against the chair, every bone in your body turned to mush. 

You only vaguely feel Hizashi unload inside you, his broken moans filling your ears. He finally flops bonelessly against your back, and you let out a weak grunt. He pulls out, his cum and yours mixing together and dripping onto the ground. 

“Hey, Shouta, look, we made her leak from both ends this time,” Hizashi jokes, voice sounding breathy and loose. You chuckle, cheeks tinting pink. Shouta pulls you up and unclips the leash. He pulls you close, and Hizashi presses up behind you, the two of them wrapping you in a huge bear hug. At some point, the two of them have lost their clothes, but you’re struggling to figure out exactly when that had happened. 

“You were so good today, Y/N. So good.” Shouta whispers in your ear. You feel Hizashi nod. 

“We know that we haven’t done anything recently, and maybe we should have talked about that. But we’re glad you trust us enough to let us do this. Thank you, darling.” Hizashi pulls your hair back, softly playing with it. You smile, resting your head on Shouta’s chest. 

“I am so lucky to have such wonderful boyfriends, aren’t I?” You ask. The two of them just snort. Shouta pulls away.  “Come on, I brought some rags so we can get cleaned up. The rest of the festival starts in about ten minutes.” He pulls two washcloths out of a small box, moving to wipe himself and Hizashi down with one, and you down with the other. You feel your eyes growing heavy, the exhaustion from both the heavy scene and leaving sub space catching up with you. 

Your eyes close, and you feel Hizashi guiding you to sit in your chair. A blanket covers you, and before you know it, you’re out like a light. 

A soft shake to your shoulder wakes you up sometime later. You slowly open your eyes to see that the stadium stands are empty; you must have somehow managed to sleep through the rest of the sports festival. Shouta is saying something to you, but you can’t hear him, for some reason. You’re confused until you feel headphones being pulled off of your head, and you realize that Hizashi had put his noise-canceling headphones on you so you could sleep.

If possible, you fall even more in love with both of them. 

Your clothes are being held out to you by Shouta. He gives you a soft smile. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get some food in you and get home, so we can all sleep together in our bed.” He and Hizashi help you get dressed quickly so the three of you can get out. 

“Oh, uh, what we did probably shouldn’t be talked about, we should definitely keep that hush-hush, ‘cause while we got permission from Nezu to have you up there, we definitely didn’t have permission for that,” Hizashi says, and you feel your face growing hot. You hadn’t thought of that in the moment, but yeah, what you three did was definitely not allowed. 

“I gotcha, ‘Zashi. Won’t tell a soul. Hush!” You tell him, earning a smile. Shouta just lets out a small laugh, holding your bag for you. You take both his and Zashi’s hands, and the three of you make your way out. 

You stop for your favorite food on the way back, opting to take it to-go so you can eat in the comfort of your apartment. The rest of the night is quiet, just the three of you cuddling together on your couch, the cat joining in from time to time. By the time the clock hits 10:30 p.m., all three of you decide to call it a night and crawl into bed; it’s a Saturday tomorrow, so you can sleep in and recuperate. 

Shouta, as usual, is the last to fall asleep. And if he receives a cryptic text from Nemuri long after you and Hizashi are asleep, just the words “video camera”, well, he keeps that information hush as well. She’ll cover for you three. 

He hopes.