#yoarashi

Where did he get that from?!??

✣ he’s unthinkably pumped about you stealing and wearing his clothes. catches a single glimpse of you in his cloak and can’t form coherent thoughts

✣ gets cute aggression real bad. you can sense when he is actively fighting the urge to crush you to death

✣ the way he literally never stops smiling makes you learn his other body language so well you’re basically telepathic

✣ entirely lacks the ability to take his eyes off you. ever. he’s not even embarrassed about it either

✣ he will take any chance to smell your hair. sorry. he likes the way you smell in general and will plunge his face into any part of you given the opportunity. sorry

✣ i’m not at liberty to elaborate on this but he is a whimperer to the core. just extremely vocal in general. no shame

✣ pulls you onto his lap without thinking about it. especially likes when you study or read there in the semi-dark while he pets your hair

✣ maintains these everlasting, frankly alarming vendettas against everyone who’s ever wronged you. he’ll use his quirk to jerk them around and hurl them to the ground without ever dropping his smile

You are the luckiest girl in the world.

You must be. You have to be. 

You hadn’t meant to catch two of them at once. You didn’t even think that one of them would want to stick around. Not with a civilian, at least, so below a Pro Hero’s class that it’s not even funny. 

And yet, as you have long come to accept, both men, born of money, power, status, of refined tastes and the ability to have anything they could ever want, chose you to smother with affection.

You were shy at first, dancing around Shoto Todoroki’s attempts at taking you out, constantly keeping a hand on you, making sure your dresses sat right and that your hair was pinned correctly… because at the same time, you were also seeing Inasa Yoarashi, who would often try to overshadow Todoroki’s affection and care with the demand that you take a break from being someone’s show pony to sit on his lap and smother his face with pink chapstick kisses, meeting your lips every so often to give you tongue whenever he thought your attention was... elsewhere. 

Both of them are needy for your affection, attention, anything… Desperate to love you the way that they wish they were, taken care of, unconcerned, such that they are now show-offs; the both of them always competing with each other for you to the point where you finally had to make the agreement you barely managed to work out between the three of you months ago.

They’d give you anything, everything you could ever want, if you only gave them your love. 

And in your stupor, overwhelmed by gifts and kisses and the devotion of two attractive boys who wanted nothing more than to make you the happiest girl in the world, you found yourself unable to decide, saying that you wanted them both. 

And since it was you, since it was love, they had agreed to share.  

-

Inasa yoarashi has the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Inasa Yoarashi is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken. 

And it’s currently shoved so far down your throat you’re sure you’ll be coughing up cum for a week. 

You watch as his heavy chest heaves from where you kneel below him, your pretty, hickey-covered tits on display as you gag on his cock, one of his big hands resting on the back of your head, helping to steady your up and down bobbing as you do your best to give him the best blowie he’s ever had in his life. 

His grin is wide, primal, eyes glazed over as he watches you take him, nose pressing into the knuckles of your hand as you attempt to stroke what your mouth cannot reach. 

You are gorgeous, small compared to him, as practically everyone is, and he is delighted, enraptured at the sigh of you below him...

However, he is not the only one looking at you with hungry, impatient eyes, as the moment is ruined by a soft voice and even softer eyes. 

“Move over,” says Todoroki, contrasting the loud lilt of Inasa’s own voice, a deep whine escaping his lips when you pull yourself off of his cock to flutter your eyelashes in Todoroki’s direction. You watch as he moves to take a spot at Inasa’s side, the hand that’s gripping the shaft of his aching cock telling you that he’s absolutely sick of waiting for his turn. 

Though his dick is smaller, it’s not by much, and you can’t help but reach out to replace his hand with your own, giving his length a few pumps at least to prepare him for your mouth. 

When you do start to take him, kissing his shaft before moving to suckle the tip, it’s not long before he’s hitting the back of your throat over and over, all the time you spent sucking off Inasa having prepared you for this moment.  

And Todoroki can’t help but sigh, using one of his hands to smooth back your hair gently as Inasa desperately rubs the tip of his cock across your cheek while you work him, his large hand having moved from the back of your head to get himself off in the absence of your mouth. 

“Baby,” he coos. “Look at me.” 

He is almost desperate, always in the way he begs for your attention, as if one day Todoroki will steal you away for himself and never let him see you again, despite the fact that he never wants to make you sad and you love Inasa, too. 

Though you’re still working Todoroki’s cock, you meet Inasa’s eyes, your crows feet wrinkling as you smile up at him in an attempt to soothe the aching pain of missing your mouth around his cock. 

Todoroki, though ever the patient soldier, isn’t fond of your attention being elsewhere, at least in a moment of intimacy such as this, and he can’t help but puff up his chest. 

“You’re distracting,” he complains, glaring at the ever-widening smirk that Inasa has on his face for stealing away your attention, before suddenly pulling out of your mouth with a pop. 

Confused and panting, you knit your eyebrows together, before the hand Todoroki laid on your head moves to cup your jaw, his thumb smoothing over your bottom lip. 

“Tongue out.” 

Immediately you obey, letting the wet muscle dip past the curve of your lips, and it’s almost instantly that Todoroki presses his hips closer to your face, using the opportunity to slap his cock against your tongue, watching as your eyes roll back and drool drips down your chin. 

“Pretty girl,” he coos sweetly, enjoying the warmth of your hands on his thighs while he savors the fleeting bits of your attention, aware of the way Inasa has started reaching out for your face again, as well. 

“Back to me,” he says, almost dragging you away from Todoroki, your vision now blurred from the whiplash that comes with pleasing both of them. 

With your tongue still out, you only hear the way he hawks before he’s leaning down and squishing your cheeks together. Letting a glob of spit drip from his mouth into yours, he watches as it bubbles in the back of your throat until he’s pressing his tongue against yours and letting your spit mix in an attempt to french you feverishly. 

Though one might say that they’re too much, their hands and lips too bruising, their cocks too big to constantly be stuffed down your throat, and that nobody needs to be spoiled with the amount of money and power they spoil you with, you can’t help but feel so loved. 

Especially when, after romantic escapades such as this one, Inasa always kisses the cum off your lips and Todoroki tucks you into bed. 

-

“I like the pink one.”

Todoroki stands next to you in front of one of the luxury store’s well-polished shelves, watching as you worry your lip between your teeth, glancing back and forth between two designer bags. 

“Why don’t we just get both,” Inasa says from behind you, fiddling with the tiny smartphone in his hands, stretched out on the white plush of one of the room’s couches, his massive form taking up almost the entire thing. “One from each of us.” 

You nod, slowly, turning to glance between their faces, but Todoroki is quick to catch your attention and dip his face to yours in a kiss so as not to let you look at your other boy. 

When he departs, your cheeks warm and his eyes intense, he plucks the pink leather bag off the shelf and plops it in your arms, the decision almost final. 

However, you still can’t help the concerned look you sport. 

“Shoto, it’s just... you got me a new purse last week.” 

As if the air in the room is gone, everything is silenced at your words. 

Todoroki’s eyes slide to your face, but Inasa is even quicker to respond.  

“He did?!” 

Instantly, as if he’s not 6’2 and almost 250 pounds of pure muscle, he’s at your side, thrusting the other little bag in your arms to match Todoroki, who has since crossed his arms at the gesture.