Erasermic x Reader (Smut)
Storyline-Â You run into your old high school teachers at a fancy event, and after you have a few drinks the responsible heroes take you back to the safety of your house. It's there that things take a turn, the undeniable heat between the three of you winning and the tension snapping in the best way possible.
Cw- alcohol, language, age gap, teacher x ex-!ADULT! student, temporary abandonment by your friend (But it leads to good sex-and maybe more-so worth it), mentions of tough battles and fighting, hooking up, Hizashi and Shota are married in this- but it doesnât really count as cheating I think because both are there and consenting, guilty hots from all of y'all to all of y'all, may be OOC, porn with plut, threesome, head, p in v, aftercare cause theyâre gentlemen, let me know if I missed anything
Authors Note- In my mind this takes place the year before Midoriyaâs first year at UA. I know some people find it cringe to use, but itâs easier when wanting to differentiate between different names for the reader without making it too OC, so if you donât like it Iâm sorry but move on. Anyways: L/N- last name, Y/N- your name, H/N- hero name. I May make a part 2, we'll see. As always, remember to have a good day and take care of yourself, Lovelies. You are important and you matter more then you may ever know đ
Itâs been years since you were their student. Five as a matter of fact. And all Shota can think of is that you have matured quite a lot since then.
Heâs not even thinking it in a perverse way, although he does note that you have grown into your body quite well. He means the way you carry yourself, the way you speak anytime heâs seen you in the past year, and the way you have that same look so many pro heroes gain after so many years in battle. A part of him regrets it every time he sees a former student wearing that face, that darkness covering their eyes. Itâs not an easy life, the pro life. There's constant danger and fighting, and there is always blood or someone in need of saving.
But despite the tinge of tiredness and angst hidden in your face, you wear a bright smile every time heâs seen you since your graduation, and today is no exception. Skin crinkling around the eyes as you laugh at something one of the heroes gathered around you are saying. Hizashi seems to notice him staring at something and turns his gaze in that direction- your direction. âOh, looks like H/N is here.â The blonde pauses as he looks towards you as they enter the venue of the auction before moving his gaze elsewhere.
Shota simply hums in acknowledgement. Itâs a fancy event, one meant to raise funds for a charity. The kind where the public can pay a hefty fee to enter, and an even heftier fee to purchase signed items of exclusive merchandise of different heroes, or where curtain heroes and big figures can receive free invites to attend.
Itâs no small event, and everyone is wearing their nicest outfits. Hizashi and Shota are wearing dark suits tailored to fit their bodies. The blondâs hair is brushed and neatly groomed, and Shota has his dark hair tied up into a fancy bun- courtesy of Hizashi. The two men eye you. Your soft dress thatâs tailored to flow down you like water, the way you lean into the woman standing beside you as you whisper something into her ear, the way you laugh as you do.
A waiter brings a tray of fancy wine to them, and both of them take a glass from it. Shota all but chugs it, sighing as he finishes half of the cup. âI still don't understand why I had to come here with you.â he grumbles, taking another, shorter, drink.
Hizashi gives him a teasing smirk, âBecause I have to go because Iâve been asked to do the auctioning and announcing. And if I have to suffer, so do you.â he leads the two of them to the group of heroes youâre talking to, and itâs then that you notice them approaching.
âEraserhead, Present Mic!â You give them a cheerful smile as you beckon them over, âItâs been a while since Iâve seen you two.â
Shota gives you a small nod as opposed to Hizashi, who attempts at matching your brightness, âYeah, what since that robbery we both showed up for?â He laughs a little before turning and greeting the other people youâre talking to.
âOh, this is one of my friends,â you gesture to the girl beside you as you say her name. âAs Iâm sure you know this is Present Mic and Eraserhead,â you gesture to the two as you say their names, âmy high school teachers.â Itâs the simple truth, but for some reason it brings a blush to your face as you look at them and their fine suits. And little do you know, but Shota, ever the observant one, takes note of the rosy dust appearing on your cheeks.
Another waiter passes by with a tray in hand, and you and Shota reach for it at the same time. You blush lightly as your hands touch, quickly taking a glass and pulling it back to your chest. The other people in the group who you were talking to seem to find other people who catch their eyes, quickly dismissing themselves from your conversation. Now itâs just you, your friend, and the two heroes who you have secretly been crushing on forever who just so happen to also have been your high school teachers. Great.
Your friend, who knows of your silly and impossible crush, eyes light up as she too spots someone. You follow her gaze, finding it trained on one of your old class mates you know she has the hots for, and sigh as she speaks up, âI see someone Iâve been meaning to talk to,â she gives you a pleading look, âso we better go say high. Excuse our rudeness.â
She all but drags you away, and you turn to the two men as you're pulled away, âSorry, it was lovely seeing you again.â You pull her back to a walking pace, âI see youâve set your priorities for the night.â You frown at her as you go to look behind you one last time at the two heroes youâve just left.
She quickly stops your head from turning, a shame because now you will never know that they were watching you the entire time you were walking away, âDonât look yet, make it seem like you arenât too interested.â she whispers to you and giggles at your annoyed look.
âIâm not playing these games,â you argue back, shooting her a glare, âand Itâs not like Iâm trying for anything to happen tonight. Or ever. Theyâre married, in case you didnât know, and way older than me. Iâm pry just another stupid student to them.â
Your friend gives you an incredulous look, âWell, with that attitude you will only be that to them. But thatâs besides the point, trust me on this- weâll get you your huzz.â She giggles as you roll your eyes at her antics. Her face becomes serious as you approach the hero sheâs making eyes at. âI need you to introduce me to them.â She whispers at you with a pleading look.
âI hardly know them anymore,â you remind her, quickly cutting yourself off as she pulls you two into their space.
âHello L/N, long time no see.â They give you a smile before their eyes flicker to your friend.
âHey, this is one of my friends from middle school,â she holds out her hand to shake theirs as you say her name. They give her a sly look before immediately beginning to flirt with them, an outcome you had already predicted. The conversation goes on like that, mostly them flirting back and forth while you awkwardly stand there.
Eventually you turn to your friend, âIâm going to go get another drink,â you say politely as you turn to head to the open bar. You walk up with a sigh, quickly placing an order and standing there as you wait for your drink. Youâre happy for your friend, you really are, but when you invited her you did it in hopes of having a friend to help ease the stress of these events. Not to help her flirt with your old classmate, or even for her to help you flirt with your old teachers despite what she thinks.
You blush a little at the thought as the server comes up and hands you your drink. You slip a small tip into the jar and the server gives you a quick appreciative smile before turning to help the man who has just appeared. You turn your body slightly, meaning to walk back to your friend and her apparent new date, when you notice it was none other than your old home room teacher. âMr. Aizawa,â you give him a small wave and walk up to him..
He looks to you as he takes a drink from the serverâs hand, placing a tip of his own. âWhereâd your friend go?â He looks to the rest of the room for a quick minute before landing back on you.
âOh, sheâs talking with someone right now. I was just going to get a drink and thenâŚâ your words trail off as your eyes land on where she should be standing and you sigh quietly before correcting your face back into a smile.
Shota notices it, the fall of your face as you realize your friend is missing with whoever they were âtalkingâ to, and the way you âfixâ your expression like itâs not ok for a frown to be there. He hates it, but it takes him a second to process just that. Once he does he chops it down to the hero, or the teacher, in him whose job it is to help others.
He simply nods in response, taking a sip from his drink. âLooks like youâve been abandoned too?â You ask, nodding your head to his wedding ring and then the empty space by him.
He shrugs lightly, âHeâs talking to the event manager.â He says simply, and you give him an understanding look. He looks as though he is about to turn to leave.
âWhile I have you here,â you speak up, smile turning nervous as you blurt out the first excuse to continue talking that you can think of, âIâve been thinking of quitting my job as a side kick and moving on to the next step and starting an agency.â You begin fidgeting with your own fingers, hands locked together in front of your body, âI was wondering if you thought that it would be a good idea, or if I should wait for a little while longer?â
Shota looks at you for a moment, eyes flicking down to your fidgeting hands before lifting up to look you in the eyes once more, or so he means to. On their path back up they seem to pause, first on your waist and the plump curve it has to it, then at your chest and the cleavage that is far too exposed for his liking. He becomes a little angry at the thought of another person checking you out while you're in this scandalous, or so it feels to him, dress. He blushes deeply but quickly corrects it, heâs a happily married man for goodness sakes, and you used to be his student.
âI- um, I think thatâs a good idea. You were always one of the top students, and you were always good at keeping up with assignments.â He stumbles, uncharictoristically nervous all of a sudden. You sum it up to the amount of drinks he has probably had as he looks towards the stage and then checks the time. âAuctioning should start soon.â He warns, coming to his senses once more and turning to face the stage completely.
âI should find my friend then,â you give him a polite and awkward smile. âIt really was lovely seeing you and Present Mic again. Will you tell him I send my best?â
âI will.â He raises his glass lightly towards you as the aforementioned blonde walks up to the stage making his usual loud and chaotic entry. âI didnât know he would be announcing,â you think to yourself as you look around a little more for your lost friend. You donât end up finding her.
Instead, you make your way back to the bar and order another drink. You know this isnât really the kind of place you should or want to be getting drunk at, but the awkwardness of standing there without a friend is already getting to you and having something in your hand would help to ease it. Especially if that thing is a drink meant to loosen you up.
The auction is half way done as you approach the counter once more, noting that Shota hasnât drifted far from where he was before you left. You get another glass of the same thing you had earlier and approach the bored looking man. âI didnât know he was going to be speaking,â you gesture to the stage as you step close enough to basically be whispering.
Shota gives you a weary glance- taking in your ever so slightly slurred speech, almost dazed eyes, and light flush adorning your cheeks. He looks at your drink, almost half empty already, and sighs. âYeah, thatâs why I was dragged here.â He responds before turning back to watch as the auction continues on.
âSold!â Hizashiâs voice rings out as the last item, a special addition signed All Might figure, is won. âAnd that is our last item in the bidding. If you would like to make any other donations there is information on how you can do so at any time on the screen, or in the pamphlets you should have already received.â
The blonde points to the screen before facing the crowd and continuing, âThank you all for your charitable donations, and have a good day.â A polite applause rings through the room for a moment before another woman in a light gray pants suit steps onto the stage with a microphone. She continues to speak a little more about the charity before giving her own âthank youâ and âgoodbyeâ to the crowd.
âI better go find him,â he motions to the now empty stage before walking away.
âYeah, see ya.â You call back before downing the rest of your drink and moving on to socialize.
Hizashiâs eyes land on you and Shota almost as soon as he enters onto the stage. And they continued to drift back there the entire time heâs up there. He also notices when you depart from him, looking around for something, probably your friend who he canât help but notice has disappeared.
He feels bad for you as he watches you awkwardly attempt to find her, before relenting. He sees as you stay there, watching him- watching the auction, he corrects himself- for a while before moving to the bar once more. He sees you stumble slightly as you approach his husband, and he doesnât like the wobble to your step as you down almost half of the drink.
âSold!â He calls out, finishing up with the auction and all that he needs to say before quickly leaving the stage. Heâs hoping he can get to the two of you before either of you move or depart from one another so he can make sure you have plans to get home safely.
He crosses the doorway leading into the main room, and walks as calmly and slowly as he can while still having speed to him. Heâs stopped once by a hero wanting to talk. He tries to speed the conversation along as much as he can without seeming like thatâs what heâs trying to do. But he can tell his impatience is peaking through when the hero quickly draws the quiet conversation to an end.
Hizashi watches as Shota gives you a worried glance as you walk away. Shota, just like his husband, wants so desperately to take that glass from you and tell you to drink some water. But he knows he canât tell you what to do, not anymore at least. So he simply turns his gaze when he sees Hizashi approaching and gives him a small nod of the head.
âNot you too,â Hizashi glares at the man, who gives him a confused look. âHow many drinks have you had?â
âOnly 2, but you would be having more if you didnât have to do the auctioning,â the dark haired man retorts, lifting his glass up and handing it to the blonde. He obliges, taking a drink before handing it back.
âI may as well get my own,â he sighs as he approaches the bar. He orders something light, knowing heâll be driving them home, before returning back to Shota. âDo you know where her friend went?â He asks upon returning, pointing to you laughing with another group of people and with another drink in hand.
Shota shoots him a questioning look before understanding dawns on his face, âI donât, and I donât think she does either.â He sends you a worried look, one matching the look on Hizashi.
âWe should make sure she has a safe way home,â he says, leading the two of them back over to you. Theyâre both telling themselves itâs the correct thing to do, the heroic thing to do. But a little part of both of them simply wants to be with you, although neither of them will voice it.
Youâre laughing with a new group of people, strangers really, a cold drink in hand and bubbly feeling in your stomach. Thatâs when you notice them walking in your direction with stoney looks on their faces. You feel butterflies in your stomach and your face heat. 'God, why do they have to be so hot?â you think to yourself as one of the guys in the group reaches an arm around your shoulder before saying something stupid.
You laugh lightly, politely shrugging his arm off. He laughs as he takes the hint, moving on to another joke in order to prevent both you and him from embarrassment. Hizashi is the first to speak up as they join the group, âHey,â he turns to some of the people he knows greeting them and exchanging pleasantries as Shota stands there mostly silent unless addressed.
The conversation continues and someone cracks a joke at the earlier guyâs expense, causing the group to laugh a little. After the laughter dials down Hizashi speaks up once more. âAnyways, hey it was nice seeing you all. L/N, can we steal you for a moment?â He gives you an almost pleading look as he signals to the door of the venue.
Your face heats up impossibly hotter as you nod and follow the two. They lead you to the direction of the door, standing in the empty space before it and turning to you. Shota with his signature stern look and Hizashi with a comforting smile. âDo you know where your friend went?â The ladder asks, taking out his phone to check the time.
âI have no clue,â you giggle sheepishly, straightening up at the look Shota sends you. âShe isnât responding to my texts,â you reply with a slight pout. Hizashi frowns at this.
âWhat are your plans for getting home?â He asks, sending Shota a look.
âWell I was going to drive us both back,â you pause at the look of worry flashing on both of their faces and laugh lightly before continuing, âBut I donât think thatâs an option anymore.â You finish with a smile at how they seem to relax.
Shota shoots you a glare that holds no real bite, "And now?â He asks simply, turning to Hizashi and having a silent conversation with their eyes.
âI plan on taking the subway, when and if I ever find my friend.â You turn to look towards the crowd once more, although it proves to be useless as your vision blurs slightly as you whip your head around. You sway a little, and both of the men throw out their hands to catch you, giving each other another one of those looks that means theyâre having a silent conversation.
âI always thought it was so cool how you two could do that so easily.â You blurt as they pull their hands away once they are sure you donât currently risk falling over. The two look at you in confusion, causing you to giggle for the millionth time tonight. âThe silent conversations with your eyes,â you clarify before giving them a love sick look. âItâs like youâre straight out of a romance book.â
Shota gives you a horrified look and Hozashi joins in on your laughter. âWell, thatâs good to know,â he gives you a patient look as he waits for you to stop laughing. âWhy donât you try calling your friend?â He asks, nodding to your hand that is holding your phone. You nod, bringing it up to your face and dialing it before holding it to your ear.
It rings for a few moments, and both men hear as the voicemail begins. You pout talking into the phone, âGirl, if you donât answer me right now, Iâll leave your ass here and take the subway by myself. Ditching me to hook up with one of my old classmates is not following girl code.â You hit the red button to hang up the phone with far too much attitude, and Hizashi chuckles at your dramatics.
You turn to the two with a pout and exaggerated sigh, âMy guess is she left me, all alone like the traitor she is.â
Both men flash each other matching looks of worry before turning back to you, âLet us take you home. I donât like the idea of you going back by yourself.â Hizashi says with a kind smile.
âMmm,â you think for a moment, âI donât know. I donât want to be a burden.â You begin to fidget with your phone, turning it around in your hand as Shota gives you an exasperated sigh.
âYouâre not a burden at all,â Hizashi comforts, âWe wouldnât be good heroes at all if we left you in this state.â Despite the part of you that wants to, no yearns, to go with them, youâre not too drunk to know thatâs a terrible idea. You know youâre bound to do something stupid if shut in a car with these two, especially when they keep looking at you like that. All caring and soft.Â
When you donât look convinced, Shota speaks, âWeâre not doing it because we have to, we want to help you.â You can tell heâs attempting to have a comforting gaze and tone, but all itâs managing to do is make you feel other stronger emotions that further solidify your mind that this is a terrible idea. Butâ youâre not that strong.
You give a nod of agreement and Hizashi flashes his signature smile. âGood, now come on.â He holds out his hand, and for a moment you think itâs for Shota. But when the raven haired man doesnât reach for it, and Hizashi shakes it a little, you realize heâs reaching for you. You slowly place your hand in his and he gives it a comforting squeeze before helping guide you to their car.Â
âWe can come back for your car tomorrow," Shota notes when he sees you gazing off to the other side of the parking lot with a worried expression. You nod, heading shaking a little with how fast you do, and Hizashi opens the back seat door and ushers you in. He holds the top of the door frame to ensure you donât hit your head, and is glad he did so when the top of your head bumps into his hand.Â
âBuckle up,â he taps the seat belt with a smile before making sure all of your limbs are out of the way and closing the door. He opens the door in the driver's side with a light sigh. Starting the car, he turns to you, âWhere do you live, sweetheart.â The nickname seems to slip from his lips easily, and he is quick to chastise himself. He looks at you and Shota, but notices little to no reaction from either of you and almost sighs in relief. He doesnât have the excuse of being drunk to justify the slip tho, and guilt fills his body. Â
You mumble out your address and Hizashi types it into his phone and starts following the route. The car is silent, save for the sound of the city passing by and engine rumbling. Hizashiâs eyes are focused on the road before him and map in front of him, uncharacteristically quiet. Shota seems lost in his own head, staring out the window with a stern face.Â
You would think having a few drinks would loosen him up a bit, but it seems not. You look between their faces, and canât help but focus on how domestic it feels. Sitting silently in the car like this, going home after some big event. Your mind starts to wonder, shifting to soft moments they probably share at home. Brushing their hair in the morning, sharing a cup of coffee to get the day started, and soft kisses in the morning before heading off to work.Â
Before you can even stop yourself you start to imagine yourself in these domestic scenes. Brushing Shotaâs hair as he sips his coffee, Hizashi yapping about one thing or another. Going to sit up in bed only to be dragged down by two pairs of arms attached to the sleepy heroes. Slowly waking up with limbs tangled and soft kisses peppered on cheeks. Those soft kisses turn heated as hands begin to rove and sleepwear is thrown to the floor.
âYou ok back there?â Hizashi asks, and thatâs when you realize your thighs were rubbing against one another in hopes of creating friction where your body craves it. You flush at the feeling low in your gut, and the fact that you were all but caught fantasizing about two of your MARRIED high school teachers.Â
âI- UmâŚâ you trail off, taking a deep breath. The mix of anxiety, heat in your gut, and the butterflies from the drinks make it hard to think and string words together. âIâm fine, I think Iâm just a little tiredâ you say at last, coming up with some lame excuse as Shota looks back at you in the mirror of the car.
âWeâre almost five minutes away,â you can tell just by the look on his face that he thinks youâre uncomfortable being in the car with them. Little does he know youâre uncomfortable for a whole different reason.Â
You simply hum in acknowledgement, the sound coming out of your mouth feels wrong, like itâs giving away your thoughts in a way, and you cough slightly in hopes of clearing your head. Your head and body start to feel foggy with need as all you can smell is them all around you. Shotaâs shampoo and Hizashiâs cologne fill your nose and you feel like you can no longer think straight.Â
Hizashi seems to detect your lingering discomfort, although he seems to mistranslate it, and begins talking to try and ease what he thinks is anxiety at being in the car with your ex-teachers. Itâs small topics, everyday things that have no real or lasting impact, but God does it make you want him more. The way he always seems to know what someone needs, and so easily gives it to them even if it comes with a loud, snarky remark or two.Â
âI saw you on tv the other day,â the blonde points out, making you blush further. âThe way you handled the hostage situation was impressive, I can tell youâre going to do great things.â He flashes you a proud sort of smile.
You give a bright smile of your own, the drinks in your system fighting to keep you bubbly and happy, and you gladly let the sensation win this time. âThank you, I suppose I have you guys to thank for that.â Hizashi gives you an almost reprimanding look, but surprisingly Shota is the first to speak up.
âYou have no one to thank but yourself and your own hard work.â Is all he says, tone serious and gaze stern. âGod he needs to stop looking so hot,â is all you can think with your fuzzy mind.Â
Soon enough you arrive at your place, the lights of your apartment coming into view and a feeling of dread filling your stomach. You donât want this night to end and you donât want them to leave. You rack your mind for an excuse to continue it, to keep them occupied and in your presence.
âWeâre here.â Hizashi calls, parking the car and turning it off. He gets out of the car, somehow beating you to open your door. He helps you step out, hand going to the doorframe once more to protect your head from damage. You thank him, giving him a flirty smile you canât find the strength to regret.Â
You enter the building, Hizashi catching you a few times when you stumble, and head for the elevator. âWhat floor,â Shota asks, looking at you while Hizashi has resigned to just staying by your side to hold you upright. You tell them your level, followed by a short story about your first day when you moved in. You canât help but feel hot and needy at the tension in the air. Your mind is telling you itâs nothing, but your body reacts to the closeness of Shota, the smell of them, and the feeling of Hizashiâs arms wrapped around you in a steadying brace.Â
As you wait to reach your floor you seem to nuzzle into Hizashi more, the blonde man patiently allowing you to as they wait for the ding of the elevator. Shoto watches as you ramble on, telling the story in between slight fits of giggles. He feels a sudden pang of jealousy at the physical closeness of you two, but what scares him about it is that he canât seem to differentiate for who.
The ding comes after a few short moments, and Hizashi quickly ushers you both out of the small elevator. âWhich one is yours, love?â Shota questions, catching himself by surprise at the slip of the term of endearment. He blames the little buzz he feels in his body still and looks to Hizashi to gauge his reaction. The blonde seems to stumble slightly, but quickly recovers. Shota immediately feels a tang of guilt, only lessened by the knowledge of Hizashiâs own slip up earlier with sweetheart.Â
â421,â you begin to giggle, repeating the, â21,â with a stupid voice. Hizashi seems to understand the reference, laughing lightly at your tactics. However it takes Shota a few seconds for it to click, remembering back to the first year he taught at UA, the same year he taught your homeroom class, and the epidemic that was whatever meme that originated from. He sighs, an exasperated but fond look in his eyes before he and the blonde begin to search for your door.Â
You're helping too, although youâre still far too focused on the feeling of Hizashi all but carrying you (him no longer trusting you to walk without falling) with an arm around your waist. Eventually Shota calls out, âHere,â before moving in front of a door and waiting expectedly.Â
You simply stare at the door like it personally wronged you with its arrival happening so soon. Hizashi, misinterpreting it as you being mad it isnât just opening, turns to you with a smirk. âWe need the keys if you want us to open it for you.â
You sigh, digging into your bag before pulling out the key and sticking them into the key hole. You miss a few times, dexterity messed with due to the lingering influences of your drinks, and Shota gently takes them from your hands. âLet me,â he whispers into the space between you, slotting the key in its place, and gently pushing open the door.Â
You walk inside, the two heroes standing by and waiting at the door. You sigh, mind running as fast as it can to come up with a plan to make them stay. âWould you like a drink?â You settle for, speaking before you can fully process whatâs happening. You pull them in, body moving before your mind does, and they follow reluctantly only when you stumble and Shota goes to catch you.
âI can brew up some tea,â you call out attempting to stumble to the kitchen.
You donât make it far, Hizashi grabbing your arm before you can make it there. âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â He says gently, leading you to the nearest chair and sitting you down. You hear a little bit of noise from the kitchen and turn your head to see Shota rummaging through your cabinets in search of something.Â
âWhatcha looking for?â You tilt your head giving him a flirtatious smile, similar domestic scenes as earlier popping into your head, followed by the same scene of the soft morning turned heated. He pauses, stilling when he sees your expression shift. Itâs wrong, God he knows itâs wrong, but he feels a heat he can only imagine matches yours based off of the blush creeping up on your face.Â
He coughs, guilt overtaking his system, and mumbles, âCups, you need some water.â He earns a suspicious glance from Hizashi that only serves to make him more guilty. You giggle lightly, a common occurrence tonight, and point to the cabinet to his left.
âThat one, and thank you.â You brighten your smile, that you have been wearing the majority of the night, at him before turning to the raven haired man's husband. Your smile slowly morphs into a playful smirk as you say something you can already feel yourself regretting tomorrow. âYou knowâŚâ you lower your voice, not in its level but in its pitch, turning it into a seductive drawl, âthereâs something I want more than water right now.âÂ
Danger bells ring in Hizashiâs mind as Shota approaches with a cup of water in hand. He can tell where you are trying to lead this conversation, this night, and he hates how much he wants to let you. His face flushes before you even finish speaking, although Shota takes a moment to catch up. You can tell the moment he processes the meaning of your words, face heating up to match yours and Hizashiâs and his body stumbling slightly as he sets the cup down by you. âI- umâŚâ he trails off, uncharacteristically nervous as he looks to Hizashi for help.
The blonde frowns, not at Shota and not at you, but at the space behind you as his mind whirls. You can see the slight frowns behind his eyes, the way he wraps his fists tight around nothing, squeezing them in a way you wish he would squeeze you.Â
He looks to you, fixing his expression and giving you his normal smile, his hero smile. The same smile he gives to kids who run up to him in the streets. âAnd what is that?â You can tell heâs trying to make you change your mind, giving you the chance to correct yourself. But youâre too far gone.
The words are simple, but they hold so much meaning, so much heat, as you look between the two of them. Hizashi stills, a light blush creeping onto his features as he takes a step back. Shota puts a hand to his shoulder, trying to keep a level head despite his own blushing face and butterflies in his stomach.Â
âYou donât mean it,â Hizashi says simply as Shota shakes his head, quickly recovering.
âI do.â The words are whispered in the space between the three of you. They hang thick and heavy, weighing on each one of you like an undenyable weight. And in that moment they know you arenât kidding.
âL/N- H/N,â Shotaâs correction to your hero name is purposeful, meant to put distance and meant to make you rethink. You donât, only hardening further. âThis is just some fleeting sense of need stirred up by the drinks, by the alcohol coursing through you, itâs not how you really feel. You. Donât. Mean. It.â His voice is final, like itâs a simple truth he is sure of. But his face gives him away, the soft pain hiding in his expression as he looks back to his husband.
He quickly reminds himself, turning to the blonde with a questioning gaze. He looks like he is about to say something, but you beat him to it. âItâs not,â you sound so confident, not as joking as you have the rest of the night, and it gives both of the men a pause. âIâve felt it before, for a while now. And itâs not some stupid school girl crush like you might think. Iâve thought it through, and tried to push it down but it won't go.â
Shota is shaking his head, âWeâre married, and far too old for you.â He corrects, taking another step back. Both metaphorically and physically.Â
âI know,â you sigh, guiltily looking at the two of them now, tears starting to swell in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Youâre a hero god damn it, youâre going to act like it. âIâm sorry, I really am. But the heart wants what it wants.â They look at you, the mix of need, sadness, and guilt swimming in your expression. They can see the storm of emotions so clearly on your face- and God does it pain them.Â
Hizashi is the first to break, turning to the raven haired man standing by him, âShota,â he whispers in a guilty tone, voice shaky and uncharacteristically low.Â
âI can be good,â your mood suddenly switches, catching them by surprise with your sudden pleading look. Eyes going wide as you switch tactics, you can tell youâre getting somewhere and youâll be damned if you donât try all the tricks up your sleeve.
âI can stay quiet about it- No one has to know. I can be a secret, your secret plaything to use how you please.â You get up, but quickly drop to your knees in front of them and Shota is physically holding himself back. It's wrong, he knows it is, how much he wants to agree to you. How much he wants to give in. But his husband, who he loves dearly, is standing right there.
But little does he know, the same thoughts are floating through the blonde's mind. He turns to Shota, looking at the way heâs looking at you, the way their expressions are mirrored and similar. The heat on his cheeks matching Shotaâs, the guilty expression in their eyes laced with a tinge of want, the tightness of Shotaâs fists. And he thinks. He thinks of both of their nicknames for you that they let slip out, the way they both immediately found you in the crowd, and the way they both look so flushed and guilty in this moment.
âShota,â he shakily breathes out once more, this time the aforementioned man quickly whips his head towards the blonde, his expression impossibly more guilty. âI can see that look in your eyes.â He says simply, causing the man's head to bow down slightly in shame. You on the other hand look even more confident as you give them a moment to talk it out.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispers to the ground, more shy-if thatâs even the right word- then you have ever seen him.Â
âDonât be,â Hizashi seems to be gaining a little bit more confidence, turning to you now. âThis little minx knows just what to do to get the outcome she wants.â He crosses his arms, and he can tell you like the view of it, him standing in front of you with a look that promises punishment in the best way possible and arms flexed showing off well earned muscles, just based off of the way you gulp deeply and flush impossibly further.Â
Shota looks soft, nervous in a way you never would have guessed he could be. But one look at Hizashi, his partner for life and his through thick and thin, gives him confidence. He can see his own want mirrored in his husband's eyes. The need to give in to what their bodies are craving, and he sighs in defeat before turning back to you.Â
âI donât want to take advantage of you.â He says simply, his gaze turning back into that stony one he would flash misbehaving students back in your UA days. God, does it only turn you on more.
âNeither of us do,â Hizashi speaks up now, laying his arm over Shotaâs shoulders and leaning into his side. âYouâre younger and under the influence of alcohol. Youâre not thinking straight.â He explains further when you only continue to give them a pleading look.
âYou canât use the argument of being under the influence if Iâve wanted it even before I took my first drink tonight.â You argue, bratty tone and lips sticking out in a pout.
âFuck,â Shota all but groans and he feels Hizashiâs hands itching to reach out to you.Â
âYou canât just say stuff like that.â Hizashi has a look of pure want and desperation in his eyes as he looks between you and Shota.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, letting your emotions and needs be evident in the tone of your voice and expression on your face, and itâs the final straw. Shota looks at Hizashi, who simply nods, before he moves before you. He picks you up like you weigh nothing and throws you over his shoulder while mumbling, âGod, this is a terrible idea.â
Hizashi snorts softly while following. âWhere is your room?â He questions, opening the first door to reveal a bathroom. He debates making you sit in front of the mirror, watching as they punish you for your relentless teasing. But that can wait for next time, if there is a next time. (Thereâll be a next time.)
âLast down the hall,â you giggle softly as Hizashi walks ahead, opening the door and grinning as he takes in the room. God, itâs so perfectly you. Shota walks in, setting you down on the bed with a soft gentleness, like youâre some sort of precious jewel. Because to them, you just might be.
âAre you sure about this?â Shota asks once more, to both you and Hizashi.Â
The blonde nods, grabbing his hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss it, âOh come on, Iâve never seen you this nervous before.â He wears a teasing smile as you watch them from your spot laying on the bed below. You giggle lightly, even more when Shota turns to you with a look that you can tell is supposed to be a glare, but is far too laced with fondness to actually have the effect a glare should.
His face softens slightly as he takes you in completely, âOne word and weâll stop okay? No one will be mad.â you nod and he tuts, Hizashi bending down to your level.Â
âNuh huh, sweetheart. We need verbal confirmation.âÂ
You roll your eyes slightly, âOkay, just-â your face turns pouty for the umpteenth time today, âjust touch me already.â And just like that Shota leans down and into your space to kiss you. You feel movement behind you and suddenly you're lifted into the air. Shotaâs arms snacking around your waist and under your ass to lift you up. You wrap your legs around him and feel the bed sink behind you even more.Â
Shota lays you back down and you feel hard, bare muscles at your back and arms wrap around you once more. Youâre hazy, and you canât think straight. You donât know whether to blame the sensation or the drinks- but God do you love this feeling. âLove, he asked you a question.â You hear Shota ask as he pulls his lips away from you slightly, still close enough that you can feel his breath.
âHuh,â you ask dumbly, causing a low chuckle to sound from behind you. It makes you slightly embarrassed at having been so focused on his husband's mouth that you were deaf to the world, and it turns you on all the more.Â
âCan we take your clothes off?â Hizashi asks once more, fidgeting with the neckline of your dress. You nod, and Shoto gives you a thankful kiss before sitting up all the way. You expect him to take it off right away, but he pauses for a moment and just stares at you.
âGod, youâre so gorgeous.â He breathes out, looking at Hizashi for a moment as if heâs checking to make sure that itâs ok. Hizashi simply looks between the two of you, like he canât focus on one without the other distracting him.
Finally his eyes settle on Shotaâs, the eye contact holding so much more meaning as he says, âShe is, isnât she.â You blush, but squeal a little when Hizashi begins to kiss your neck from behind. Shota leans down, grabbing the hem of your dress and slowly bunching it up to your head, leaving a trail of soft butterfly kisses as he does so.
Once he gets to the top of your thighs he stops, groaning slightly as he looks up and behind you to Hizashi. âNo shorts, just cute lace panties.â You feel the blonde shift behind you before letting out a groan of his own, âfuck-â
Shota continues on with slowly bunching up your dress, continuing his soft trails of kisses. Your body is on fire, blood pulsing through your veins at the feeling of being worshiped. Your skin tingles as itâs exposed to the devastating mix of fresh air and soft kisses. Hizashi continues sucking at your neck, and youâre sure there will be bruises there tomorrow. The blonde helps to lift you up as Shota pulls the dress over you, leaving you exposed to the two men while youâre wearing nothing but a cute set of lace panties and bra.Â
âFinally,â you think as Shota leans back, taking in the view once more. âWere you planning on hooking up with someone before you even got to the venue?â He asks, softly trailing his finger along the bottom edge of your bra.Â
âPlanning- no. Hoping- yes. But not just with anyone,â You pause, knowing that this will give away just how desperate you were for this moment, âI wanted it to be with you two.â Shota pauses for just a moment before both him and Hizashi flash each other a smile.Â
âGod, youâre too sweet for this world,â Hizashi mumbles into your ears as Shota makes quick work on taking off his own suit in order to try and cool down, even if he knows the heat he feels has little to do with it.Â
He leans down, kissing your cunt through your underwear. Itâs the first bit of pressure youâve felt there tonight, and your body subconsciously bucks up into the feeling, but itâs not enough pressure to have any soothing effects.Â
Shota knows this, and teasingly laughs at your expense. âSheâs already so wet,â he looks up at Hizashi with a smirk. The blonde ceases his attacks on your neck, much to your chagrin, and looks at the man. Shota stares back, basically resting his chin on your thighs, God does it only make you wetter. You can tell Hizashi is feeling the same, if the raging boner pressing into your back is anything to go off of.
âJust hurry this along,â you pout, bucking your hips up to him once more. He pushes them down, sending a glare that holds no real malice to you.
âIâll get to it, be patient. I guess some things never change.â Your lips jut out as you try to relax, hoping itâll earn you what you want.Â
Hizashi laughs lightly, kissing under your ear softly before whispering, âIs our princess getting impatient.â His breath fans your ear, causing you to flutter your eyes close, only causing the man to laugh more.Â
âMore like brat,â Shota corrects, finally beginning to rub his fingers against you where you so desperately need him. You let out a shaky breath as Hizashi begins to run his hands around your torso, settling on your breasts and twisting your nipples.Â
âPlease,â you moan out, carding your hands through Shotaâs hair.Â
âPlease what, love?â He asks with a faux innocence. You know he knows what you want need, but is simply making you work for it.Â
âI need more,â you look at him, your eyes filled with lust and need as you try to convey your desperation.
Behind you Hizashi laughs, âCome on Shota, give the poor girl a break.â
âIf you want to go about this differently, be my guest.â he mumbles as he pulls his hands back from you as he leans up to a sitting position, leaving you whining at the loss of friction.Â
âShota~â you groan out and beg for more as you buck your hips, it takes you a moment to acknowledge the slip up of his first name. You only do when both men still, and surprisingly you can feel Hizashi getting impossibly harder behind you.
âFuck,â is all the blonde says, and you know heâs doing all he can not to buck up into you. Shota looks at your face as he reaches down to remove your underwear, waiting and looking for a sign of discomfort. A sign you donât plan on giving. He throws them on the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor, before bending down and giving you a small kiss on the lips. He moves his head behind you now and kisses Hizashi, the sound of it echoing in your ear. One hand meeting Hizashiâs and palming at your chest and the other moving down to rub at your clit.Â
It doesnât take him long before his hand leaves your chest, squeezing your thigh and resting there. Itâs shortly followed by his face as he leans down and softly kisses you right where your body is craving the sweet friction.Â
You moan in delight as his lips dance around your skin, giving you the pleasure you need. He slowly pushes one finger into your entrance, pausing for a moment before gently pumping it in and out. âIs this ok,â he pulls away from your cunt only slightly to look up into your eyes and read your expression.
You nod, and he goes back to sucking at your skin pumping his finger in and out of you. âAww, youâre doing so well sweetheart,â Hizashi mutters into your neck after a particularly long stutter from you.Â
Soon Shota adds a second finger, giving you time to adjust before he starts curling them and hitting the spot that makes you moan out in delight. Soon enough you can feel the orgasm nearing, the many sensations you feel almost overwhelming in the best way possible.Â
You feel it in your gut, that weird mix of lightness and heaviness overtaking your body. You feel your pussy throbbing as Shota continues rubbing, licking, and sucking at it. You feel Hizashiâs surprisingly comforting hands roam your body, pinching your nipples, and squeezing your sides. His mouth alternates between sucking, biting, and gently licking your neck.Â
And suddenly itâs all coming down at once as you hold Shotaâs head where it is, tugging on his hair and bucking into his face. A mix of a cry and a moan is ripped out of you, and Hizashi shuts you up and prevents anyone from hearing you by turning your head and bringing you into a kiss. âGood girl,â he runs his fingers through your hair as you slowly lower your hips and the last wave of your high leaves you. Your breath is heavy, cheeks tear stained, and body is sweaty and shaking with pure delight as Shota slows down his fingers and with one final kiss to your sex, brings his face away to look at the two of you once more.Â
âI think that was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â Hizashi looks at his husband, eyes darkened with lust as he removes his fingers from you. Shota hums in agreement as he trails a few more butterfly kisses along your stomach before reaching your mouth once more. You can taste yourself on his tongue as you relax into Hizashi, feeling fucked out and happy.Â
âWas that good?â he asks with a smile and you nod silently, not trusting your voice to speak up yet.Â
Shota looks towards his husband and gives him a kiss before turning back to you. âDo you have energy for another?â He asks, smirking when you blush but seem to be suddenly filled with more energy.
âYes,â your tone is all but begging as you nod and Shota helps you to sit up.Â
âDo you have any protection or are you on birth control?â Hizashi asks, though he seems a little breathless. You nod, turning to the nightstand to reach for it, and pulling out a condom and placing it in his outstretched hand.Â
âOn your hands and knees.â Shota orders, moving higher onto his legs. You do as you're told, and Hizashi gives you a kiss once you're in position. Hizashi kneeling in front of you and Shota behind.
He pulls away, âI think itâs my turn for that beautiful pussy, donât you?â He teases, kissing your forehead before sliding around to switch sides. Shota rolls his eyes, but complies nonetheless, bringing you in for a kiss once he reaches your front.
You hear the ripping of the condom's packaging opening, and a few seconds pass before anything happens. âAre you sure about this?â Shota cups your face, forcing you to look in his eyes. You can tell heâs looking for doubt or regret, but all he finds is a mix of lust and longing as Hizashi grabs your hips from behind.
You nod, once more causing the man to tsk. âWe need words, sweetheart.â Hizashi speaks up from behind, placing a kiss on your shoulder.Â
âYes,â you push back into the blonde and thatâs all he needs. Shota cups your face, making sure youâre ok as Hizashi finally pushes into you- filling you up like how you so desperately crave to be.Â
âGood job love,â he holds your face with reverence, kissing you on the forehead once Hizashi bottoms out, making you release a shaky breath. You can feel your walls stretch, wrapping around Hizashiâs dick as you take more, more, more not enough.Â
âWhy donât you put that moaning mouth to good use,â Hizashi teases as he squeezes your side roughly with a particularly strong thrust.Â
Youâre looking up at Shota now, eyes squeezed shut every so often after harsher thrusts of Hizashiâs hips. âCan you do that for me?â The softness in his tone takes you by surprise, you never would have guessed THE Shota Aizawa, the man who has expelled countless students for little things, would be so soft during sex.
Hizashi seems to sense where your thoughts are drifting, âOh trust me, sweetheart, he isnât normally this gentle. I think heâs trying not to scare you, though you should see him jealous.â The blonde laughs, face full of glee at the glare Shota shoots his way.
âShut it Hizashi,â his tone is full of warning, but softens only a little when he looks back at you. âCan I?â He questions once more, letting out a relieved sigh when you open your mouth and nod.Â
His hips stutter at the feeling of your mouth finally on his dick, and you bring a hand up to pump the area at the base that you canât reach. âFuck,â his hands reach to grab at your hair when you run your tongue along his tip, careful not to push you down any further then you want to go.
âShe feels amazing, doesnât she.â Hizashi leans forward to place another kiss to your shoulder as one of his hands snake around to rub at your clit. You let out a soft moan, the vibrations only adding to Shotaâs pleasure.Â
âFuck, yeah she does.â Heâs looking at his husband now. Both of them are just as head empty as you are right now, all three of you lost in the pleasure. Being stretched out and filled by both ends like this is the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. And the feeling of Hizashiâs fingers stimulating and rubbing at your cunt only adds to it.
It isnât long before Hizashi is moaning out, ready to come. He squeezes you close as he does, his movements only stalling a little. You buck into him, trying to help as much as you can as you feel your own orgasm nearing. His eyes flip from you to Shota as if he canât decide which sight is better.Â
Finally he comes down from the high, only realizing then that he paused his handâs efforts on your clit. He rewards you by doubling them, moving your hair out of the way to have full access to kiss at your neck and shoulders as he does so. He softens inside you, but continues to fuck into your cunt for a little longer, not wanting to leave you empty when you reach your high.Â
You can feel it approaching, the feeling taking over you and crashing into you in wave after wave of red hot pleasure. âThatâs it baby,â You hear someone mumble, but you canât differentiate voices as the sensation overtakes your body.
Right as youâre nearing the end of your high you feel Shota buck into you, hands tightening in your hair and forcing you further down him. Youâre gagging now, tears freely flowing down your cheeks as you feel his dick twitch and throb inside you. Heâs coming inside your mouth just as you feel the last lingering traces of the orgasm leaving your body.Â
After a few more pumps into you both Hizashi and Shota lean back, leaving you empty once more. You nearly fall onto the bed, but Hizashi is quick to catch you and pull you back so you are leaning into his chest. You all sit there for a moment, catching your breaths as the smell of sweat and sex fills your noses. âStay there, Iâm going to get some towels.â as Shota leaves he passes and gives you a soft kiss to the forehead before kissing Hizashi on the lips and walking towards the door.
You hear several sounds of cabinets opening and closing before he enters through the doorway once more. With him he holds a towel and several water bottles. âHere,â he hands you each one before turning to clean you and the area up with the towel.Â
You sigh in relief when itâs finally done, going to lay down and dragging the nearest human, who just so happens to be Shota, with you. He obliges, without much of a fight, and lets you wrap your limbs around him as you lay your head on his chest.Â
âLet me in,â Hizashi mumbles as he moves to Shotaâs other side, copying your position and cupping your face with his hand thatâs wrapped around the man's chest. You close your eyes, nuzzling into the warmth, and try fighting the sleepiness overtaking you.Â
âWhat happens now?â You ask through a wide mouth yawn and Shota has to fight with every bone in his body not to verbally go âaww.â
Hizashi, on the other hand, has no such restraints. âAww, you look so tired.â he tries to tease you, but he ends up yawning himself, ruining all efforts of such.
âWeâll talk in the morning,â Shota grumbles, shifting his hands to run through both you and Hizashiâs hair. âRight now we sleep.â It doesnât take long for you to drift off, tired from today's activities and dreading tomorrow's headache. But at peace in that moment, wrapped in warmth and comfort.
