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Study Date

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Threesome, Semi-Public Sex, Panty Stealing, Spit as Lube. Word Count: 3.8k.

Summary: Sero provides some much needed stress relief.

Kaminari bangs his head on the table. The sound echoes, ricochetting off the drab, white walls of the tiny study room and eclipses the dull pings of Sero's phone as he continues to ignore it.

You stretch over the table, dropping the half-finished essay on your laptop in favour of running your hand through blonde hair. 'C'mon, it's not that bad.'

Keeping his head down, he mutters to the table. 'It is.'

You hum and itch at his crown. 'Stop being dramatic.'

Groaning, Kaminari lifts his head just enough to shoot the dirtiest of glares at you before rocking his forehead onto the table.

'Mate...' Sero snickers, attempting to pat him on the back only to be shrugged off. 'We're all doing shit, it's not just you.'

Kaminari grinds his teeth. Lifting his head, he brushes his bangs from his face and cocks an eyebrow. 'Kirishima isn't. Kirishima got a 68 on our last assignment.'

'Yeah..' You sigh, shuffling in your chair. 'Well, we can't all have Katsuki as a tutor though, can we?'

Sero chuckles flipping over his phone to glance at the screen. He smirks, licks at his teeth and then flips the device back over without unlocking it. 'Don't think it's just math that he's teaching him though...'

Kaminari glares at him.

'What?' He rocks up his eyebrows.

'Yeah, but there's not a class in dick sucking...' You bite the lid of your pen and chuckle.

Sero's eyebrows rise high on his head, dancing slightly as another series of messages send his phone skittering across the table. 'Maybe there should be.'

Hitting his head against the table again, Kaminari groans. 'Can you two, fucking, stop. I don't need to hear about how other people are getting laid more than I am, okay?' He sits up again and sinks in his chair, arms crossing his chest.

'A good fuck would be nice...' You mumble. Biting the inside of your cheek, you sigh, you can't even remember the last time you'd managed to get off. University deadlines had seen to that.

Sero chuckles, shaking his head. 'You're missing the point.'

'And what point is that?' Kaminari growls. 'That I should have been sucking Kirishima off instead of trying to revise?'

Scrunching your nose, you shake your head. 'Rather suck Bakugo off...'

Kaminari yelps. 'What?'

But, Sero's already biting his lip and nodding his agreement. 'It's the whole 'I'd fuck you like I hate you' vibe he has going on.'

Kaminari makes a gagging noise.

'Anyway... I'm trying to say that you need to relax. Y'know, de-stress. Pointless trying to learn anything when you're wound up like that.' Sero offers.

A bark of a laugh rumbles around Kaminari's chest, and then he's shaking his head and rubbing at his temples. 'And who do you suggest I fuck, huh? You?'

Sero just cocks an eyebrow and reaches over to his phone, flicking it onto silent. 'Wouldn't be the first time I've helped someone chill out.'

'Oh, I bet.' You wink, glancing down to his phone that has switched from it's periodic chirps to the unmistakable buzzing of a phone call going unanswered.

'Fuck it.' Kaminari throws up his hands, glaring at Sero like he has a point to prove. His bottom lip juts out, his eyebrows raised as he sucks at his cheeks. 'Go on then... Chill me out, man whore.'

You sit up in your seat, an amused smile pulling on your lip as you wiggle to get yourself comfy. There's a heat bubbling under your skin, something strong and dark that unfurls itself in your stomach as you entertain the idea of watching the two men de-stress. 'Oh, this is going to be good.'

'Na-ah.' Sero clicks his tongue and stands, shoving his chair back. The metal grates on the floor, grinding awkwardly against the old, ratty carpet. 'You're not sitting this out, baby doll.'

A lump appears in your throat, denying you air. 'What?'

'You did say you wanted a good fuck, didn't you?' He goads, leaning on the table and showing off the purpling veins that rise from the tanned skin of his forearms. 'No better fuck here than me.'

You swallow and press your thighs together, trying to ignore the furnace inside of you that begs you to spread yourself out on the table in front of him immediately. 'Uh, I -.'

Sero grins, something dark swirling in his eyes. 'On the table.'

Eyes blowing wide, you squirm in your chair trying to muster the strength to stand as your knees shake. Having Sero's eyes on you makes you feel like you're being X-rayed, like all the dirty little thoughts that swim around in your head are exposed and ripe for his picking. Standing, finally, you float across the room and pop yourself up onto the table in front of him.

A large hand wraps your chin as he slides himself between your thighs and there's a smokiness in his voice when he purrs a soft 'good girl', into your ear. Then, his hand is gone. His fingers dance across your shoulder, cross the stretch of your chest and land firmly on your thigh just below the hem of your skirt.

Your breath hitches when his other palm meets your thigh and both begin a slow journey upwards. The muscles in your legs tick, begging to be slammed shut, but your poor attempt to close them is easily thwarted as your knees bang against the outsides of his thighs.

Sero tuts as his hands vanish under your skirt. Dragging a thumb up your covered slit, he draws a handful of lazy circles into your clit while holding your hips steady with his fingers spread wide.

Head rolling back onto your shoulders, you're forced to white knuckle the edge of the table to ground yourself as rough shocks of pleasure surge up through your stomach. 'Sero... Sero, fuck.'

'Steady.' He cautions when your hands leave the table and reach for his belt. Shifting his hips just out of reach, he dips a thumb under the lace to touch you more directly and speeds up his ministrations until his skin grows wet. 'And, it's Hanta now, baby. Unless you'd rather call me something kinkier.' He grins.

Hauling in shaky breath, you comply all too easily when he tugs at your underwear in a silent demand for you to lift your ass. Already your head is swimming, a soft buzz building behind your ears as your stomach swims, pulse strong as it sinks south. This certainly wasn't how you thought your weekly late-night study session would go, but you're definitely not complaining.

When he finally slips your underwear from your legs, Sero brings the material to his nose and inhales deep. 'Fuck...' He sighs before balling them in a fist and slipping them into a back pocket. 'I'm keeping these.'

In the corner of the room, Kaminari shifts. There's a notable bulge in the front of his jeans that he's trying to hide with a text book.'That's, uh, you two are getting a little intense, so... I -.' He clears his throat. 'I'm just gonna go – yeah...'

Sero's eyes flicker back to him immediately, a smooth laugh trickling from his lips. 'Come here.'

'I -.'

Offering out a hand, he beckons him closer. 'Come on, I didn't forget about you. Come.'

With a shake in his knees, Kaminari takes his hand and allows himself to be positioned in front of you, taking the space between your thighs. Sero's chest presses to his back, trapping him in and then, his hands start to roam.

One arm tucks under Kaminari's armpit, lifting the material of his t-shirt so his fingers can tug and ghost over his nipples. The other sinks low, running down his chest and slipping into the lip of his underwear to grip the base of his fattening cock. Sero nips his ear lobe. 'Look at you, huh.'

A moan shakes Kaminari, his neck straining with the force of the noise that batters it's way out of his throat.

Slipping his hand back out of his jeans, Sero pops open the top button and speaks against the thin skin of Kaminari's throat. 'Take them off for me, yeah?'

Kaminari complies immediately. His hands shake as he jams his thumbs into the waist band of his underwear and piles both articles of clothing at his feet.

'That's it, good boy.' Sero grants him a quick peck on the top of his cheekbone and chuckles into his nape when he notices the shiver that rocks down his spine at the praise. Dipping to the floor, he makes quick work of making him step out of his underwear entirely and then, he's tucking them into his back pocket too and urging him back into the space between your legs.

From your vantage point, you watch as Kaminari's cock bobs against his stomach. It's a slight thing, pale with a pretty rose head that's drooling onto the floor. At it's base is a nest of fine blond curls that thin gradually as it rises, tapering into an almost invisible line about an inch below his belly button. The sight makes you wriggle, ass inching unconsciously closer to the edge of the table as spit pool in your mouth.

'Sero, I -.'

'Shh. It's Hanta to you too, baby.' Another peck is placed on Kaminari's cheek. 'Here's what's gong to happen, okay?' Reaching around his hip, Sero hooks a hand around your knee and drags it up until it's perched onto the other man's hip. Then, he cups the back of Kaminari's right thigh and lifts.

The two of you slot together easily, helped along by a firm shove from Sero who urges Kaminari's knee onto the table.

Happy with his positioning, he takes hold of Kaminari' cock again and gives him a few long, slow tugs with his fist. 'You.' He nips his shoulder, despite having all his focus locked onto you. 'are going to cock warm him, while I get him ready.'

It's not a question and yet, you find yourself nodding anyway anxious to the heat of their bodies closer.

Sero shifts Kaminari forward with a push of his hips and gently taps his cock against the soft hood of your clit. He snickers when both of you hiss. Rubbing the head through your folds, he mixes your arousal generously, teasing as he passes more of the length through your lips. It isn't until you reach for him, a shaky hand wrapping his elbow that he finally relents and presses him into your tight heat.

The stretch is modest, but your stomach tightens all the same when you feel Kaminari bottom out. He's held there, forced deep by the weight of Sero behind him.

'W – wet.' Kaminari gasps. His arms shake as he falls forward, catching himself with splayed palms that come down hard against the wood at either side of your hips. 'So... So wet.'

'Bet she is...' Sero purs. Reaching around his hip, he rubs three more slow circles against your clit just to hear the breath stutter in your throat before abandoning your sex completely to press two fingers to the plush bump of your lower lip. 'Suck.'

Your jaw drops open, stretching wide around the two lithe fingers that are roughly jammed into your mouth. Tongue curling, you suck and moan, bobbing your head slightly to sink right down to his knuckle.

Licking at his teeth, Sero slips his fingers free of your mouth and drags his knuckles down Kaminari's spine until he reaches the soft, plush round of his ass. His fingers press gently at his hole, rubbing gingerly at the puckered flesh. 'Ready?'

Kaminari jolts. The sudden shifts in his body drives him deeper into your cunt as the first of Sero's fingers breach him, stretching him out. 'Sorry – fuck – I...' There's a blush high on his cheeks, his skin glowing as he chokes and tries to stop the unconscious bucking of his hips as a second finger is slipped inside of him.

Moaning, you're forced to wrap yourself around Kaminari when each of Sero's movements has him grinding against the soft roof of your cunt. You take hold of the hair at the nape of his neck and pull, curling around him as you do.

'Stop moving...' Sero hisses, easing a third finger into Kaminari making him cry out. He stretches him with an efficiency born from practice, working him open enough to make accommodating his cock an achievable fete.

'I – I can't... Feels...'

'Shhh.' Hushing Kaminari with your lips pressing to his hair, you have to bite your tongue to stop the barrage of moans that trickle up your throat with each grind and rock.

Happy with his work, Sero slips out of Kaminari and turns his attention to himself. He unbuckles his belt, shoving his pants and underwear down to his mid-thigh, just low enough to let his cock spring free. Gripping his cock, his passes his hand over himself once, twice, smearing his length with pre-cum before pressing the tip to Kaminari's rim.

Kaminari's eyes blow wide, his mouth drops open as he's fed the first inch of Sero's cock. 'B-big... You're big, fuck -.' He babbles, tipping forward to rest his forehead against your collarbone as his body shakes, struggling with the stretch.

Twisting your fingers in his hair, you release your grip to itch at his scalp. His breath is warm, making the skin across your chest prickle, but neither of you are given long to readjust to the added presence of Sero before he's snaking a hand around the back of your neck. His fingers dance on your skin, digging in as he pulls you forward and tilts his head in offering. You don't need any more encouragement.

Sero hums into the kiss and lets his jaw drop open to allow you to lick inside of his mouth. It's gentle, a soft uniting of your lips that lulls the both of you into a lazy sway while Kaminari mewls between you, huffing, still struggling with the stretch as he's fed more and more of Sero's cock.

You moan when he pulls away, the hand behind you neck vanishing too as he moves to grip Kaminari's chin. 'Breathe...' He councils, pecking gently at his lips before pushing in, achingly slowly. No sooner has he bottomed out completely, than he's pulling out again.

Urged on by the grip Sero takes on him, Kaminari's hips follow Sero as he slips out of him. A moan bullies it's way out of his chest, the feel of his cock sliding part way from your cunt making him dizzy and bringing out a blush high on his cheeks.

Pausing for a second, Sero allows the both of you a short reprieve before he sets a pace. He thrusts into Kaminari harshly, snapping his hips against him. The noise is sinful. The room fills with the wet slicking of cock and desperate high whines as Sero readjusts his grip on Kaminari's hips and rails him harder. Each thrust causes Kaminari to rock, his cock fucking into you with almost the same violent pace that Sero fucks him. 'Tell me...' Sero breathes on Kaminari's neck. 'Tell me how she feels, baby.'

'Good... So – Ah.' Kaminari whines, the stress slipping from his shoulders with each rock of Sero's hips. 'She's tight. So – fuck, tight and w- wet.'

Sero kisses his shoulder. 'Good boy. Can you do something for me?'

Kaminari nods eagerly, the movement awkward and jerky as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Lifting one hand from Kaminari's hip, he takes his hand from your waist and places it onto the soft mound of your cunt, guiding the other man as he plays his fingers against your clit.

You moan and rock back against the new touch. Each slow, unsure circle makes your body burn and arch up, desperate for more pressure as each of Sero's thrusts keep Kaminari fucking into your cunt, harder and harder. There's a pool of heat in your stomach, one that builds and overflows, forcing you to cling to Kaminari like as thought your life depends on it.

'I – Sero... Slow...' Choking on spit, Kaminari stutters feeling his body threaten to give. There's a tension in his stomach, a fluttering just above the skin of his navel that threatens to make him spill too soon.

Sero doesn't slow down, even though he knows he should. 'Breathe, you can take it, baby. You can take it.'

'I'm – gonna – I can't...' There's a shake in his voice when he replies, but not even Sero's smooth words can stop the pleasure from bubbling over. He yelps, locking his jaw.

'Aww.' Sero coo's. 'You can't stop, baby? Gonna cum – gonna fill her up? We haven't even started and you're already -.'

The end of his sentence is cut off as Kaminari lets out a strangled yell. His thighs shake, his chest quaking as his orgasm crests making him shake and spill inside of you.

The kick of his cock makes you lurch and you're forced to stifle a hasp when you feel the warmth of his cum seep inside of you. You clench, unconsciously around him, moaning and bucking up desperate for just a little more friction as heat pools in your stomach. The ministrations on your clit had slowed as Kaminari neared his end, his movements paused as he lost control unable to focus on anything that wasn't the blinding pleasure sending stars to his vision. Then, just as quick as Kaminari had stolen your pleasure, another hand is taking his place and working you up all over again.

Sero's thumb circles your clit in small, frantc circles, his hips still slapping against a babbling Kaminari. Each thrust is wet, forcing Kaminari to fuck his own cum deeper and deeper into your cunt, but the sound only spurs him on, causing him to rut harder.

'Han – Hanta...' Tears bead on Kaminari's lower lids as oversensitivity prickles across his skin. He's powerless, unable to stop the assault that is Sero Hanta chasing his own pleasure as his hole flutters, twitching and milking at his cock.

Shushing him again, Sero groans, the muscle in his stomach tensing as he struggles for breath. 'Just a little longer, baby. You can do that, can't you? Can't you Denki, just a little longer for me...'

Kaminari lets out a garbled cry, his body caving in on itself as he sums again. His vision swims, his heart racing as static fills his head blurring out everything that isn't the squeeze of your cunt.

'Fuck...' The second kick of Kaminari's cock, couples with the patterns rubbed into your clit sending you screening over the edge. A moan vibrates through your chest as your whole body jerks. The peak of your orgasm sends your head rolling on your shoulders and brings a wave of heat to your skin making you feel as though you're floating and falling all at once.

'That's it – shit... Shit, shit, shit.' With both of you riding out your highs, Sero abandons both of your pleasure to search recklessly for his own. He hammers into Kaminari relentlessly. It only takes a handful of thrusts, a minute or so of low growls rumbling in his chest and then, he too, is cumming and spilling himself deep inside of Kaminari.

The three of you pant in the new silence that descends on the room. Your muscles relax slowly as the pleasure fades and the ache sets in. When you detach from one another, sticky and slick, Sero is tucking himself back into his pants before you can even begin to wiggle from your perch atop the table. Cum leaks from your abused cunt and drips onto the wooden table top inches from where Kaminari's cock drips as he steadies himself against the edge.

In the corner of the room, Sero has stooped, huddling over his bag as he roots for something. He stands, stretching out the muscle in his back before turning around, a towel in his hand. 'It's clean...' A grin pulls his lip, lop-sided and relaxed, despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tries to steady his breathing. Approaching slow, he pops Kaminari up onto the table beside you and begins to gently wipe away the evidence of the past twenty minutes. 'I was supposed to go to the gym later, lucky I still had this handy, huh?'

When Kaminari is considered clean, Sero bundles him up and helps him back into his pants, excluding the underwear that still bulges from his back pocket, then turns to you. His demeanour is soft in the afterglow, his voice gentle compared to the commanding tones that had echoed around the room before, but there's a part of you that likes it. Each fluid wipe of the towel across your inner thighs makes a warmth swell in your stomach and you lean back, stretching out to let him continue his work.

'Here.' Holding out his hand, Sero helps you down from the table. He bundles the towel up, tossing it back into his bag before collapsing heavily back into his chair.

After a moment, you follow suit. Dropping back to your seat, you wiggle the mouse of your laptop to wake it up. There's an ache in his stomach and a tiredness in your limbs, but the atmosphere in the room is light. Beside you, Kaminari clicks his neck, finally settling down to scribble notes in the margins of his text book; a new focus painted easily on his features.

It's Sero who speaks first. He plucks his pen from the table, chews at it's lid. 'So... Did it help, baby?'

Kaminari's cheeks warm at the persistence of the pet name, but he offers a short nod before returning to his work.

You swallow and bite your lip, noticing the way that Sero declines a call that comes through on his phone and quickly, but subtly sends off a short, blunt text message.

'Do you...' Clearing his throat, Kaminari taps his pen against the edge of his table. 'Do you think we could all, uh, do it again? You know... If, if I get stressed.'

Heat swirls in your stomach again, arms prickling at the thought of a repeat performance, but you're quick to squash it. Sero isn't known for returning to the same bed more than once, at least, that's what his reputation would have everyone believe.

Smiling, his eyes flicker from you to Kaminari and back again. He stretches out, folding his arms behind his head. 'Deadlines are around the corner...' He muses. 'Maybe we should start having our little study dates at my place, y'know, for when we all get stressed.'

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