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Nah cause why am I being edged by water?? I be drinking a glass of perfect temperature water (after not having some in hours) and right as it's hinting that spot I run out of water. Tell me why I am whimpering being a needy bitch while I wait for my glass to be full again???? Smh

Y’all really like when I loosen the screws on this robot, so take more unhinged Sun. Also I know the daycare doesn’t have the rainbow foam mats but I like them so I put myself through drawing them and we’re all gonna deal.

(there’s no nontext version for this, sorry! im just very unhappy with the background)

sam is literally the only reason everyone hates bright eyes

AND SHSHSKJSD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHHH I LOVE SAM HES MY HUSBAND IM NOT SLANDERING HIM GRRR /lh /nsrs

he lashed out at them like they were a little kid after their decision. i dont think he was necessarily wrong to be upset, bc again bright eyes was in the wrong for what they did, but i guarantee you if he was the first person to reach lovely the fandom would hate them too. vince hit on them on sight so we dont care that going back to where they met vince was the dumbest thing they could possibly do.

unfortunately it looks like redacted fans do not want flawed characters with their sexy bf soup, which is fine sure, but it hurts my psychoanalysing heart /lh /hj

I'm going to be real with y'all. The reason I'm hesitant about writing my thoughts about bright eyes and darlin is that. Some y'all don't understand their not 100 percent in right with their actions.

I get some people kin characters or really like them. But some y'all can't handle when the Canon it's self has valid criticism of their actions. I don't want people being upset at me bringing it to attention when Canon itself says yah that's a problem or really bad flaw.

We r all ceaselessly watching in here and the symbolism and underlying messages are like well cooked steaks

love as an act of consumption in omniscient reader's viewpoint... the obvious example of kdj consuming twsa to survive, but also 1863rd hsy letting herself and the world be consumed because she loves kdj and wants to keep him alive. lsy offering her own story to the masses because she (incorrectly) thought it would help dokja. dokja only understanding her and deciding to try and have a relationship with her when shes consumed by fourth wall. od offering up body parts to help yjh. persephone, who becomes dokjas mother, introducing the concept of stories being sustanence. 999 being the lifetime where yjh decided to live for others, and hes also the kkoma who cooks dumplings for kdj. i just love how orv compares stories to food as something that not only keeps us alive but can have flavor and texture and be a comfort. and then theres the underlaying irony of yjh, the character controlled by the story, being a chef. he prepares the sustanence for others. but he also loves food and takes pride in it. he becomes his own person and he cooks for himself. can anyone hear me its dark in here.

opposites attract w/ addams!matz

it’s finally here… i spent so long on this and im finally happy enough with it to give it to you guys!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <333

words - 7.2k

genre - smut/fluff

warnings - sugar mommy!seonghwa, mommy kink, sugar daddy!hongjoong, daddy kink, cute!reader, sub!reader, dom!seonghwa, switch!hongjoong, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration (2 in 1), clit play, cum eating, collaring, partially clothed sex, seonghwa in a tulle robe, mentions of seonghwa in a dress, i’m so horny for seonghwa guys, mentions of drinking but everyone is sober, pet names (mommy, daddy, mi amor, cara mia, dove, love, lamb), i think that’s it?

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The fire crackles to your left as you lay before it for warmth. The grizzly bear rug - which you’d affectionately nicknamed Jongho, once you’d finally gotten used to the morbid thing - is soft beneath you, and you have to stop yourself from slipping away into a peaceful slumber atop it.

Although you assume your desire to sleep has more to do with the book in your hand than it does the rug. It had been carefully placed atop the side table next to the chez and since you had nothing better to do, you decided to read it. Only it seems it was written when Shakespeare’s great-great-great grandfather was still a twinkle in his father's eye, so comprehending a single word of it is proving to be more difficult than you originally anticipated. For all you know, you could be reading a recipe book and you’d be none-the-wiser.

For that exact reason, it doesn't take long for you to slam the book closed in frustration, tossing it to the side. It boinks the back of Jongho’s head, bouncing off and landing somewhere on the parquet floor. You can’t be particularly bothered to check where it’s landed, knowing that if you do, you’ll be liable to clean up after your mini-tantrum. The longer the location of the book remains a mystery, the longer you can stay swaddled in the blanket of warmth that Jongho and the fire are providing you with.

“Little dove?” A voice calls from the doorway to the sitting room. Your head perks up and you glance over to where Hongjoong is leaning against the stone archway with a glass of whisky in hand. You smile at him, which he returns, “I didn’t even notice you were here. When did you arrive?”

He takes a few steps into the room before coming to a halt upon spotting your body that had previously been hidden by the chez lounge. You’re lying on your tummy, head in hands and feet kicked up in the air. It’s quite obvious you’re not trying to seduce him with the way you're staring up at him with innocent eyes. In fact, once he spots the book tossed a couple of feet away, he can tell that your behaviour is more on par with a petulant child than a seductress. If it weren’t for your outfit, he’d perhaps find you adorable, but that’s the last word he’d use to describe that tiny little tennis skirt you’re wearing.

The hem had flicked up at some point, revealing just a little more thigh than you realise. If Hongjoong looks carefully he’s almost sure he can see the crease of where your ass cheek meets your thigh. He averts his gaze, if only to stop himself from pouncing on you and instead, he lets it travel down your soft legs. His eyes don’t get far, however, as seconds later his pupils come to rest on the thigh-highs you wear. The way they dig into your thighs so prettily, your soft flesh spilling over the top, draws him in.

He gulps down the rest of his whisky to calm himself.

“About fifteen minutes ago,” you shrug before laying yourself completely flat against the bear you seem to adore so much. Your fingers curl into its fur and you stretch your legs out behind you. Hongjoong almost finds you cute, but the way you move only brings more attention to your thighs. He notices the purple marks that had been left between them only days prior have faded, for the most part, although the memory alone makes his cock throb, and he quickly manoeuvres himself so he’s sitting on the chez with one leg firmly over the other to hide the growing tent in his black, pinstripe slacks.

“Why didn’t you call for us, my dove?” He places his empty glass down on the side table, the cubes of ice clinking musically against the sides, “you know we would’ve come running to you.”

You flip onto your back, rolling just a touch closer to Hongjoong’s feet. A shiver runs through you as the cold patch of Jongho’s fur rubs against your skin, and you almost want to shuffle back to the patch you’d already spent the last quarter of an hour warming up with your body. You refrain. It’s nice to be close to Hongjoong, and besides, you can get a better look at him from this angle. Always so handsome, every single pore in his body oozing eloquence and grace. If you ever get to meet the demon who created such a tempting individual, you’d have to thank them personally.

Hongjoong feels the same way, desire and temptation filling him from top to bottom as you reveal the front of your outfit. The corseted top you wear hugs your breasts oh so perfectly, accentuating them in a way that would have a Victorian harlot gasping with jealousy. If you were, in fact, a harlot, Hongjoong would be willing to pay whatever it took for just a peek at your body.

“Seonghwa doesn’t like it when I don’t use my indoor voice,” you mumble through pouted lips. The way they pucker reminds him of all the pretty little sounds you let slip through them when he and Seonghwa are taking you apart. They play a symphony in his head, dizzying him as he further succumbs to your temptations.

“You should’ve come to seek us out then,” his voice is a little gravellier than it had been just a moment or two ago, his desire to ruin you only growing stronger by the second, “You know, rather than just lying here and waiting for us to stumble upon your little tantrum.” he gestures over to where the book still lays discarded on the ground.

You roll your eyes and let out a grunt of dismay.

“It’s not a tantrum,” you whine childishly, “I’m just bored, and that book was dumb.”

He hums as he watches you sulk with your face pressed up to the rug. You’re incredibly charming, actually, and all he wants to do is reach down and pull you into his lap. Perhaps whisper comfort to you as he toys with you a little. Turn you into a gooey mess, both mind and body. He pushes those thoughts away, yet the way you look at him draws them back. You’re the picture of innocence with glistening eyes, body spread out on his rug as if you’re too dumb to care about the amount of skin showing. Perhaps you are; it doesn’t seem like you’ve even noticed that your skirt has now lifted enough for him to see the front of your white cotton panties.

He wants to tear you to shreds.

“Bored, hm?” he grunts out through gritted teeth. His hard cock is aching at this point. It’s a white-hot ache that sits deep in his balls. He can feel that they desire nothing more than to be emptied into you.

“Bored and restless,” you sigh as you let your fingers intertwine with Jongho’s fur.

Hongjoong hums in understanding, a grin rising to his face as you so graciously drop all the answers to his problems in his lap. He almost gets down onto the floor himself to kiss you, but somehow manages to hold himself back.

“I have an idea, little dove,” he says. “How about you go upstairs and see Mommy?”

And just like that, time seems to stop. The suggestion brings all of your attention to Hongjoong who is staring you down like a lion on the prowl. There’s a dangerous smirk on his lips, the man baring his teeth as if he’s about to go in for the kill. You gulp as you push yourself into a sitting position, feeling every part ‘prey’ as he seems predator.

“You think it’ll help?” you take in a sharp breath, “i-if I go and see… Mommy?”

“Of course, I do, little dove” he leans in close and grabs hold of your chin between his fingers. His fingers are a little cold to the touch, which sends a shudder through your body. The reaction you have makes him chuckle, “Now be a good girl and run along, won’t you? Daddy won’t be far behind.”

The second his grip loosens on your face, you’re scrambling to your feet and rushing out of the room. Your socks almost make you slip on the lacquered parquet. Hongjoong chuckles as you balance yourself before disappearing into the stairwell. You take the stairs two at a time, footsteps thundering through the house. There's no doubt in your mind that Seonghwa will give you a lecture about your volume the moment he spots you, but that’s at the back of your mind right now. All you can think about is what’s to come.

You step foot on the landing, practically skipping down the hallway until you reach the open doorway to an all-too-familiar room. You knock desperately, not bothering to wait for a response before pushing it open and stumbling inside of the master bedroom.

Immediately your eyes hone in on Seonghwa, lying on the bed in all his glory, nothing but a black tulle robe to cover his lithe body. His wet hair hangs over his forehead in elegant waves, dripping droplets of water down his nose as he relaxes. Despite your desire to have him take you in any way he deems fit, you can’t help but stop for a second to admire the view.

“I thought I heard you coming,” his silken voice beckons you in like a siren. You follow it, stepping closer to your doom with every step, “although it wasn’t difficult. I’d be surprised if the people living four towns over couldn’t hear you.”

He locks eyes with you, dark pupils drawing you even further in. You shuffle toward him until you’re standing by his nightstand. A pretty hand reaches out to rest upon your waist, fingers dancing across the pastel material of your corset. Seonghwa reaches around the back to where the ribbon holds it in place and gives it a playful tug.

“I was just excited to see you,” you defend as he continues to play with the bow at the base of your spine, “Daddy sent me.”

The fingers pause for a millisecond before going back to what they were doing. They pull at the ribbon, tempting it looser and looser the longer they play. You have no doubt the bow will slip open any time now.

You can’t find it in you to care.

“And why did Daddy send you to me?” His lips are pretty as he talks, plush and pouty with a natural red tint to them. He looks vampiric; black eyes, glassy skin, crimson lips. You move closer still until the mattress presses firmly against your thighs, “were you misbehaving?”

You shake your head at the suggestion. Bar the book, which Hongjoong wasn’t even there to witness you throw, you’d been nothing but a good girl. Perhaps a little disrespectful at times, but nothing Hongjoong couldn’t have handled quickly and efficiently by himself.

“No?” Seonghwa tugs you onto the bed as he speaks. The hand that rests on your body works hard to rearrange you until you’re straddling him prettily. He admires the way your tiny little skirt bunches up at the top of your thighs, revealing the wet patch at the front of your panties. His eyes can hardly tear themselves away, and his dick begins to stir beneath the translucent fabric of his robe, “perhaps he just thinks a good fucking is what you need, my lamb. Is that it? Do you need your Mommy to help look after you, hm?”

This time you nod. You’d love nothing more than for Seonghwa to take care of you - he always does it so well. So slow that you can’t help but become dizzy with desperation; so soft that you can’t help but feel like a precious artefact being studied under Seonghwa’s watchful gaze; so loving that you feel nothing but safe in his grasp, able to turn off your mind and just enjoy him.

Seonghwa.

And upon that revelation, the man finally lets the bow slip open. Your corset loosens, gaping a little at the top. Your tits help to hold it up, but as Seonghwa begins to work on loosening the ribbon, you feel it start to slip away.

“Arms up,” he says as he grabs the material. You do as he asks, and he wastes no time in setting your top half free. You know better than to try and hide yourself from him, so when you lower your arms once more they remain glued to your sides - just as Seonghwa’s eyes remain glued to your chest. “Pretty little lamb,” he whispers, his face remaining stoic but his words soft. You can tell he means them.

“Do you want to take your skirt off too?” You nod, “Go ahead then, lamb; mommy can't do everything for you.” And whilst you’re under the impression that Seonghwa can - and mostly does - do everything for you, you obey. Slipping off of his lap, your hands work on the zipper, easing it down until the skirt can no longer stay up. Without so much of a touch from you, it slips down your thighs, exposing your white panties completely. You remove the skirt the rest of the way, throwing it on top of your corset to create a messy little pile of clothes upon Hongjoong’s pillow.

You look to Seonghwa for further guidance, your restless mind seems to enjoy being told what to do. It craves the softness that you so often get from him. The gentle touch and the gentle words that soothe you. The strict instructions that stop you from having to think for yourself, Seonghwa and Hongjoong - Mommy and Daddy - taking care of you entirely. It’s exactly what you need right now.

“My darling lamb,” Seonghwa whispers as he holds his arms out for you. You shuffle forward slightly, allowing him to tug you into a horizontal embrace, “Whilst I do love you in the family colours,” you know he means black - he and Hongjoong so often dress you up in expensive black lingerie before a night of intimacy. they love making you ‘theirs’ in any way possible, and wearing the ‘family colour’ is just another way to do that, “I must admit that the way your pretty pussy slicks up these dainty white panties is a lovely sight.”

His hands work together, arranging your body in his grasp until you’re lying just perfect for him. Your head sits in the crook of one elbow, leaving his hand free to play with your hair. The other arm lays on the soft flesh of your tummy. You relax into his touch, despite the fact that his hand is already beginning to move south. Still, he makes every movement so intentional that when his fingers do eventually reach the wet patch on your panties, it only makes you relax even further into him.

“So wet, lamb,” he murmurs into your ear, “who caused this?”

Obviously, he knows the answer, but he can’t help but take the opportunity to tease you. To see you squirm under his gaze as he waits for your answer is so entertaining to him. He knows it’s even more entertaining when you begin to stutter as pleasure wracks through your body; he begins to draw lazy circles against your clothed clit.

“Y-you and daddy,” you reply, voice breathy as Seonghwa increases the pressure on your sensitive bud, “you a-always make me so wet, Mommy…”

He chuckles as he feels your hips twitch against his fingers. You want more, and whilst normally Seonghwa would have you wait for it, teasing you until he’s decided you're ready for it, he can’t help but want to indulge you in your desires now. You're so good for him, he thinks to himself as he changes the pace a little. As your face screws up in pleasure, a smile rises to his own.

He continues at that pace, gauging how you're feeling by your facial expressions and the pretty sounds you make. When you bite your lip or furrow your brow, he knows you want more and so he adds more pressure until your mouth gapes wide and little high-pitched moans come from the back of your throat. That's how he knows you're happy. That is what he always aims to achieve because his pleasure, and Hongjoong’s for that matter, often comes from yours. Making the sweet little creature that they’d so lovingly taken under their wing happy is all they truly desire.

And you are, happy that is; falling apart under Seonghwa’s gentle touch will always be where you’re happiest. It's even better when he finally slips your panties to the side and puts his warm, delicate fingers directly onto your clit. You let out a heavy sigh as he spreads your lips with his index and ring finger, giving his middle finger an open pathway to the little button that is practically throbbing with the need to be played with again. And when he touches it, this time directly, it's even more electric than it was before. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you and you struggle to pin yourself to the bed. Your spine arches as you let out a loud whine. Fuck, it feels so good, and he’s barely even touched you yet.

Seonghwa begins to rub circles again, only this time without any barrier to dull the sensation. Magical, is the only word that you can use to describe the way it feels, each tender touch sending shocks of lightning through your body. It's like you don't have control over it as your hips buck against his hand, socked feet desperately rubbing against one another as it will do anything to help you ground yourself. Nothing can help now, not when Seonghwa has you feeling so high with just a few simple touches.

It doesn't take long until you feel it building up inside of you, racing to the top of that peak quicker than you can comprehend. You can feel your hole clenching around thin air, desperately trying to grip onto nothing. Perhaps Weonghwa would finger your next, preparing you for whatever is yet to come. You think you’d like nothing more than to be spread open with his lithe fingers, and it's that thought that finally pushes you over the ledge.

Your orgasm hits as the door swings even further open and Hongjoong walks in just in time to see you squirming under Seonghwa’s touch. He smirks at the sight of his darling husband taking such wonderful care of their little love, caressing your hair as he guides you through the intense feeling that is flowing through your body so rampantly. His fingers slow to a stop at just the right second, leaving you a panting mess in his arms.

“What a time to arrive,” Hongjoong says, voice clear as a bell as he makes his presence known. Seonghwa, of course, noticed him the second he walked in; the pair always did seem to have this weird, almost telepathic thing going on. They told you it was just true love at work, which was something you wholeheartedly believed, “It always is such a beautiful sight to see you cum, my dove. I could watch it forever and never get bored.”

Seonghwa hums out a chuckle at that, “Now isn't that a novel idea, lamb!” He presses a kiss to your temple, “Perhaps we’ll have to do that one day; a full day of making you cum over and over and over again”

“Maybe, Mommy,” is all you can spit out in response to their teasing, nodding along as if you're not dreading the idea of a whole day of overstimulation. The two men smile at your eagerness to please despite your obvious displeasure. Perhaps they’d suggest it again when you aren’t as lust-drunk as you seem to be now. Their only goal at this moment is to satiate you, not fulfil their own fantasies. They could wait a little while to put those into play.

Hongjoong shrugs off his jacket before clambering onto the bed, effectively trapping you between the two of them. Just like Seonghwa, he takes a moment to play with the hair that frames your face. He twists a strand between two fingers before tucking it behind your ear. Upon closer inspection, he can't help but notice the H pendant that dangles from your lobe. He wonders if Seonghwa has noticed the matching S sitting in your other ear, yet. It always does make the tall man so happy to see you wearing one of the many gifts they shower you in.

“I have something for you,” Hongjoong says, the earrings acting as a reminder of the box he’s had stored in the drawer of his nightstand for what seems like forever, now. They had been waiting for the right moment to present it to you, but right now seems as ‘right’ as any, “would you like to see it?”

You watch as he leans over to pull open his drawer, fetching a black oblong box from its confines. The box itself is nothing of note, but he passes it to you with such care, and you just know that whatever is inside of it is special. Your eyes meet with his, asking for permission to open it. He gives you a single nod in return.

You slip the lid off of the box.

“Oh,” you whisper as you lay eyes on what appears to be a collar of some sort. A thin velvet band that locks with a clasp at the back and finishes with a delicate bow at the front. Intricate lace frills surround the velvet, giving the collar more volume, yet keeping its soft appearance. A pastel pink pearl drips from a tiny metal ring that sits at the centre of the bow. Behind it is a petite chrome plate embossed with the letters ‘H&S’ in a fanciful font. It's beautiful, and you can't help but tell them that.

“You like it?” Seonghwa asked, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eyes. With the most genuine smile you can muster, you nod, “I’m glad.”

You feel Hongjoong close in beside you. He reaches an arm over your body to pick the collar up with a gentle hand. The velvet shifts in the dim light that shines from the chandelier above, and it changes colour right before your eyes, from black to a beautiful shade of magenta. You seem to recall Seonghwa wearing a similar dress once upon a time. It was black, just like your collar, but whenever he moved, the fabric rippled and in doing so, caused it to shift into a deep crimson. He and Hongjoong had waltzed together that night. It's nothing out of the ordinary for them, but that night sticks out to you specifically because of the sheer beauty of Seonghwa's dress.

“We wanted to give you something to remind you that you are ours,” Hongjoong tells you, voice as soft as the velvet on the collar, “because you are. From the moment we saw you, we knew you were ours. From now until forever, dove.”

And with that, he presses the fabric to your throat, dragging his fingers along it until they reach the clasp at the back. He fastens it, fingers lingering for a moment before pulling away empty-handed. You struggle to hide your smile as your mind fumbles over itself, repeating ‘theirs, theirs, theirs,’ over and over as if the fabric pressing into your jugular wasn't enough of a reminder of that fact.

With your newfound sense of belonging that you hadn't even realised you were missing, you find it easy to lean forward and take what is rightfully yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you steal a kiss from Seonghwa. Upon feeling your lips bump against his, lacking the grace or elegance he was used to when initiating kisses himself, he can't help but let out a surprised squeak. He soon finds his feet, though, taking control back in a matter of seconds and pushing you back against Hongjoong’s solid body. The clothed chest acts as a support for Seonghwa as he wraps a hand around your throat, softly stroking the jewellery as he deepens the kiss.

A tongue slips between your lips as a hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties. You struggle to focus on the way Seonghwa licks into your mouth when Hongjoong tugs the white fabric down your thighs, fully exposing you while the two men remain at least somewhat covered. You shift your legs slightly to aid him in his mission of removing them fully, never once pulling away from Seonghwa. You might’ve mentally praised yourself for multitasking if it weren't for Seonghwa shifting his body slightly, hard dick now pressing against your lower stomach through the tulle of his robe. Just one flick of the wrist and it would be fully exposed, ready to slip inside of you.

You moan into Seonghwa’s mouth.

He pulls away, panting desperately as he regains breath.

“Hell above, lamb,” Seonghwa utters, adams apple bobbing as he exclaims, “You really are a most devilish creature under that innocent exterior, aren't you? Pouncing on me like a little bear cub, hm?”

You go to answer, a touch of snarkiness on the tip of your tongue. Barely a sound leaves your lips, though, as a finger presses into your core and your words turn into a long, drawn-out whine. The finger bottoms out pretty soon, and that's how you can tell it’s Hongjoong’s; shorter than Seonghwa’s by a mile, yet ever so slightly thicker. As he adds a second almost immediately, you can't help but moan at the stretch.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you keen. Your head tips forward, landing with a heavy thud against the exposed part of Seonghwa’s chest, “your fingers feel so good.” He curls them inside of you, tempting a tiny squark from your lips. Then he does it again, routinely twisting them as he pumps them in and out. The sound they make as they swim amongst your gooey wetness is quite frankly obscene, but you find it hard to feel humiliated when so much pleasure flows through you.

Then you feel a second pair of fingers line up against your core, bullying their way in alongside Hongjoong’s. The stretch makes you choke on your spit, gurgling slightly as the longer pair brush against the squishy membrane of your g-spot. Like Hongjoong had moments before, Seonghwa begins to curve them slightly, petting your walls as his husband continues thrusting in and out.

The stretch is immense, almost reaching the familiar girth of Seonghwa’s cock. Like his fingers, it was long and whilst not necessarily thin, it didn't quite match up to the girth of Hongjoong’s. For that reason, you usually take Seonghwa first, but as you feel yet another finger press into your core, you can't help but wonder whether they’re prepping you to take Hongjoong first instead.

The fingers work together to open you up, spreading you wider than usual. You don't complain, letting them do whatever they choose with your body while you lay there limp and ready for them to take in whatever way they deem fit. They know your body well enough for you to give them full control. You trust them with yourself fully.

Hongjoong slips his three fingers out, and before long you can hear slurping above your head. Seonghwa’s fingers stutter within you, and you can’t help but feel a little curious. You flick your gaze to Seonghwa’s face, jaw dropping upon seeing his lips wrapped around Hongjoong’s digits, licking them clean of your juices. His eyelashes flutter gracefully against his porcelain-smooth cheeks, and even with his husband's fingers down his throat you can’t help but think he’s beautiful.

Hongjoong pulls them loose with a pop and dries the mixture of your juices and Seonghwa’s spit against his suit pants before he unzips them, his cock springing free almost immediately. It’s angry and red with precum flowing freely from the tip as if it’s about to explode if it doesn’t get something soon. You reach an arm out to touch it, but Hongjoong darts a hand out to catch it.

He tuts.

“Patience, little dove,” he whispers with a smirk, “Mommy may have let you take what you want, but I still expect you to do as I say.”

He wastes no time in shifting down the bed, gracefully moving until the head of his cock is lined up with your core. You half expect Seonghwa to pull his fingers free, but he doesn't. Hongjoong’s blunt head presses into your still-stuffed hole, only just breaching the pink rim. It's a painful stretch with Seonghwa’s fingers still inside of you, but Hongjoong goes slow, allowing your cunt to accommodate him at its own pace. With Seonghwa still petting that one spot, you find it fairly easy to let pleasure take over, the pain becoming more and more bearable until it fades into nothing.

It feels like it takes an age for Hongjoong to bottom out. Despite his cock not being tremendously long - perhaps even a little shorter than average - it seems to go on forever as he pushes it into you. The delicious stretch combined with the constant assault on your g-spot sends you hurtling towards another orgasm. All it takes is for Hongjoong’s pelvis to finally come to a standstill against yours, his thick cock fully sheathed within your warm, wet cavern, and you're coming undone. Your walls tighten around him, pressing Seonghwa’s fingers up against the shaft of Hongjoong’s cock. The latter bows his head and lets his jaw go slack. A guttural moan falls from his throat as he tries his hardest not to cum on the spot.

“My darling lamb,” Seonghwa chuckles into your ear as he slows his fingers to a stop. You're grateful for the break in stimulation, although you know it isn't bound to last, “you’re so sensitive tonight. It makes me wonder how you might react when I’m inside of you too. I bet you’d like that, yes? Mommy and daddy inside of you at the same time?”

You nod, although you don't quite let the true meaning of his words sink in. All you know is that you want them both, so incredibly bad. Your passionate, commanding Hongjoong hand in hand with your caring yet fiercely protective Seonghwa; they’d keep you with them forever if you let them. You’d live in their macabre bubble, surrounded by their morbid warmth and ghastly traditions. Your days would be filled with them; Hongjoong could teach you to fence or play chess, and Seonghwa would no doubt teach you about all the deadly plants he keeps in his greenhouse. You’d spend your evenings watching them Waltz in front of the fireplace, a funeral march playing from their old megaphone. Perhaps you’d join them from time to time, pressed to Hongjoong’s front as Seonghwa directs your movements from the chez.

And once the evening activities have drawn to a close, they’d drag you upstairs to bed to take you apart piece by piece. Each night they would push you to the edge of sanity before slowly bringing you back down to earth. They’d treat you like the most precious thing on the planet; a ruby to be polished and protected.

You want it more than anything. Seonghwa and Hongjoong - mommy and daddy - forever and always.

“Want you, Mommy,” you whisper, choking on your own words as Hongjoong begins to pull out slowly until only the tip is left sitting within your velvety walls. You cry out as his hips snap forward, propelling his entire length into you once more. It feels so good, and Seonghwa takes the hint to begin moving his fingers once more. It drives you insane. Chants of ‘please, please,’ fill the air, although you aren't quite sure what you’re begging for.

Seonghwa looks to Hongjoong, who lifts his head to see the silent question on his lover's face.

“One more, Cara Mia,” he grunts out as he pistons his hips into you, “she’s so tight.”

“Of course, Mi Amor,” Seonghwa hums and a mere few seconds pass by before you feel a third finger press against your entrance. You squirm as he pushes it inside of you, wriggling its way inside beside Hongjoong’s cock and his other two fingers. It's a snug fit, but you find it much easier to get used to than the initially painful stretch of Hongjoong’s member.

And even with the third finger added, they do much of the same, Seonghwa gently massaging your walls as Hongjoong pounds into you. The force of his hips increases with each thrust, making your mind go hazy. It's only made worse when Seonghwa begins to spread his fingers within you, making you squeal. His hand that still rests behind your head quickly comes to sit upon your fluffed-up barnet, petting it soothingly as he stretches you out even further.

You're babbling nonsense at this point, but neither man pays it any mind as they work you open past what you thought to be your limit. They're encouraged by the tiny pleas, keeping up their pace as you’re faced with a third orgasm. Perhaps that was what Seonghwa was waiting for because as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers, he begins to slip them out. You whine at the loss, even though Hongjoong is still working hard to fuck you through your orgasm, whilst somehow still staving his own off. Seonghwa just hushes you with a small peck to the lips.

He puts a hand on your shoulder, shifting you and Hongjoong ever so slightly. Just enough so he can slip behind you, his warm chest pressing up against your spine. For a moment, you wonder what he's doing, but then the chiffon of his robe moves to expose his cock and you’re struck by a sudden realisation of what both at the same time actually means.

That would explain why they were so determined to stretch you out…

Hongjoong’s hips slow to a stop with his member still deep inside of you as you feel the head of Seonghwa’s brush against your entrance. You moan as he forces the tip in with only a small amount of resistance from your stretched-out pussy. The unpleasant burn of being opened up is there again, but you bite your lip and let Seonghwa push himself into you alongside Hongjoong. You know the pain will dissipate soon, having already experienced it once with Hongjoong just a short while prior, but holy fuck does it hurt right now.

A helpful finger - although, in your dizzy state you can't quite work out who’s it is - finds its way to your clit, rubbing firm yet somehow also delicate circles on the little bundle of nerves. As you focus on the pleasure you get from that, it’s fairly easy to forget about the unpleasant ache between your thighs, and within minutes you’re once more able to relax into the ministrations of the men.

You whimper as the taller man bottoms out much quicker than Hongjoong did; perhaps he was just desperate from having to watch his husband fuck you for a while first. His tip gently brushes against your cervix, pulling a gasp from your lips as you feel him grazing against the sensitive muscle. He shushes you in your ear as he slowly begins to move. His thrusts are lazier than Hongjoong’s, slower and gentler just as they always are. It suits him; he always had been more restrained and patient than his shorter counterpart who is also beginning to thrust into you once more.

The contrast between the way the two men treat your body, as well as the determined finger upon your button, is enough to drive you crazy. You’re left as nothing but a moaning mess between them, squirming as they fuck into you at different paces; Seonghwa slow and gentle and Hongjoong quick and animalistic. You’re putty in their hands at this point, purely there for them to use and pump full of cum.

It doesn't take long for Hongjoong to do just that.

“I’m close, my dove,” he groans into your ear, “your precious cunt is squeezing me so tight; I can't hold on any longer.”

Mere moments later, his hips stutter to a stop, his dick still deep inside of you. You know exactly what’s coming, but it still doesn’t stop you from moaning as you feel the thick, warm liquid fill you to the brim. Seonghwa only fucks it deeper, forcing the feeling of fullness upon you. You expect it to vanish any minute; Hongjoong will pull out and the cum will flow out with him.

He doesn’t, though; more accurately, Seonghwa doesn’t let him.

Just as you feel Hongjoong begin to retract his softening cock, the hand that lies against your pubis, fingers dancing upon your clit, shoots out to catch his hip. He whines, more pathetic than you’ve ever heard him before; it’s a beautiful sound, and you can’t help but clench around them when you hear it.

“Cara mia, please,” he whimpers, jaw opening wide in a silent moan as Seonghwa continues to thrust into you, cock rubbing repeatedly against Hongjoong’s own oversensitive member, “it’s too much.”

You’ve never seen him so submissive before, and you have to admit you find it hotter than you feel you should. The two of you moan out in unison, the combination of Seonghwa’s languid movements combined with the control he has over the both of you is enough to send you spiralling to the end. You can feel it coming, but with the lack of stimulation on your clit, you can’t quite get there. You open your mouth to protest, but then Seonghwa’s tip pushes through the milky cum to brush against your cervix, and your mind is once again empty.

“But you can take it, Mi Amor,'' Seonghwa taunts from behind you, voice low and velvety in your ear. In a last-ditch attempt to keep any semblance of your sanity, you let your hands shoot out to grab at Hongjoong’s black shirt. It’s damp with sweat beneath your hands, but as you squeeze the soft material between your fingers, you can’t find it in you to care. “You can take it so our little lamb can feel good; keep her stuffed full until her Mommy can cum inside of her too.”

Hongjoong nods wordlessly, too focused on panting his way through the overstimulation to form any words. Through hooded eyes you watch his face contort with pained pleasure, eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing as your fluttering walls and Seonghwa’s twitching cock torture his sensitive shaft. He looks so beautiful, and while you know you’ll probably never have the chance to overpower him in such a manner, you're happy you can at least bear witness to it now.

And with the knowledge that Hongjoong will behave, Seonghwa moves his fingers back to your clit. They dive straight in, tweaking the throbbing bud in a way that draws a loud cry of pleasure from your lips. Your walls tighten around both men’s members; an action which has them simultaneously moaning in your ears. Knowing just how much of an effect you have on the two men encourages you to constrict them within your walls again.

It must feel good since that's all it takes to have Seonghwa come to a standstill inside of you, ropes of his cum emptying into your womb and mixing with Hongjoong’s. It's beautifully warm as it shoots up against your cervix. That alone is enough to have you clenching down on them once more.

Seonghwa grunts as you milk him dry, and the moment he's finished spilling his load inside of you, he taps Hongjoong’s hip to get him to pull out of you. Perhaps it's that - the final drag of their dicks against your walls - that pushes you careening off the edge into your final orgasm of the night. Your entire body tightens as your vision turns white for just a moment. You can feel your back arch and your hips buck as Seonghwa continues to toy with your clit, but it's like your mind is separate from your body, unable to control anything that it does in response to the mind-blowing climax.

He takes his fingers away at just the right moment, not wanting to push you any further than you already have been tonight.

Still, it takes a moment or two for you to come back down to earth, the remnants of the orgasm sending endorphins racing through your body as you try to catch your breath. It seems the men on either side of you are in the same boat, heavy breathing the only sound you can hear. It's pleasant to feel their chests rising and falling against you, but the comfort you gain from it doesn't take away from just how empty you feel now.

And perhaps it's that or the sudden crash of adrenaline that makes your throat tighten and tears begin to build up upon your lash line. The first one falls, pretty quickly, but it doesn't get very far as Hongjoong kisses it away. His lips linger against your face, relishing the way your hot skin feels against them.

“Why are you crying, my lamb?” Seonghwa whispers against your ear. His fingers lift up to brush against your face, swiping away another stray tear, “are you that happy?”

“Empty,” you correct, voice stuffy as you allow yourself to cry, “but, I guess happy too. How could I not be when I’m with you two?”

They both hum in amusement as they crowd you with their bodies. You’re stuffed between them; the weird pastel meat in an equally weird gothic sandwich, and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Not when you know now that you’re theirs, and they’re yours - the tag of the collar that dangles against your throat reminds you of that fact. You pick it up between your fingers, toying with the cold metal.

“I can’t do anything about you feeling empty, I’m afraid,” Seonghwa says, “but I’m certainly pleased you’re happy, my little lamb.”

“You could stuff me back up?” You say, only half in jest. Hongjoong scoffs and shakes his head in a desperate refusal; clearly, he’s still too sensitive.

Part of you wants to take advantage of that and tease him a little. It would be so easy to shuffle and ‘accidentally’ brush your thigh against his cock. If you’re careful, you’ll definitely be able to avoid suspicion, and if you get caught you doubt you’ll get much more than a warning. Still, as you look upon his face and see nothing but adoration, the thoughts seem to vanish into thin air.

You let go of your collar, pressing the hand against his cheek instead and use it to hold him in place as you peck the tip of his nose. The metal of the collar clinks as he scrunches his nose up in mock dismay and gently pushes you back into Seonghwa’s chest. You giggle, and its music to their ears; so soft and bright that if it belonged to anyone else, they would’ve found themselves put off by it.

Since it belongs to you, though, it's become their favourite sound.

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Seapeesound: The Original Minecraft Enemies To Lovers

Scary how true this is.

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hiii i really love your willem dafoe portrait and am trying to study it for inspiration. how did you go about adding the red accent light? i’m trying to figure out where its source is as it really puts the piece together but I am confused where it is actually coming from and in relation to the main light source. thank you

i sometimes use a red or pink as a reflected colour from the skin itself. so in deep folds around the mouth, nose, inside the ear etc. obviously it's very exaggerated

i also like to use a red on the edge of a cast shadow. so in this piece you will see it under the nose and on the cheek, where the shadow ends and the lit area begins

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Some visual guide of my version of Clef here, throw this to the void

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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