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Denki was in hell.

It had been nearly a year since he had gone out for drinks with Sero, the two of them congenial at the bar, going over the heroic feats and hijinks from the last week. At the time, Denki couldn’t see how awkward Sero was, hadn’t been paying attention to how nervous his laugh had been, how his typically broad smiles were shaky. Denki was regaling the latest explanation to his insurance company when Sero had cleared his throat.

“Kaminari,” he said. “I’m seeing Mina.”

Denki got it at first, but the fact didn’t seem to settle in, not fully. As if his brain actively rejected it.

“What, like with your third eye?” he joked.

“No, she uh,” Sero stumbled, a blush creeping over his face. “We’re dating.”

It was as if a thousand jolts traced over Denki’s muscles and the power grid in the center of his body shut down. The rest of the bar had gone dark, only Sero standing out perfectly, a bashful smile on his face and a sorry hand rubbing the back of his head. Why did he have to look so cute as he said sorry?

“Kaminari?” Sero asked.

“Congratulations!” Denki said, a little too loud, a little too fast, his voice cracking. “Man I didn’t know you liked her.”

“Yeah yeah,” Sero said, still rubbing the back of his head with some furious fervor. “She’s something else.”

“You should’ve said something, I would’ve helped you out,” Denki said, pushing at Sero and hoping that his smile looked genuine.

“Actually, she asked me out,” Sero admitted with a laugh.

“Wow, forward.” Denki whistled.

“Well, you know Mina.”

Time went on, Denki continued single, solo, on his own. He still went drinking with Sero, albeit not as often. He still hung out with Mina, although that was less frequently as well. At one time he had seen them together, but they hadn’t seen him. They were talking and laughing and Sero leaned down to kiss Mina. Denki simply abrupt face and walked in the opposite direction, but he’d seen them.

It had been 9 months since Denki ran into Mina outside of work. With every time he had seen Sero or Mina or the two of them, he had been able to control the situation, been able to steel himself, able to walk away. When Mina saw him first, trudging home from a long day of office duty, he was unprepared.

“Hello Denki~!” she sang and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He had yelped, in a completely dignified way, thank you very much. His heart raced as she shoved her cheek against his.

“H-hey Mina!” he said, his hands hovering over her waist.

“What you doing out so late?” She leaned, still hanging off his neck.

“Work, you know, taking up time.”

“Ugh I know.” She hung off Denki’s neck and almost dragged him down with her.

They plowed through the rest of the pleasantries. Mina looped her arm in Denki’s and they meandered in a direction opposite of Denki’s commute. They fell into step, fell into easy conversation. It was always so easy to talk with Mina. He felt she was on the same wavelength, that her mind and his had been one at one point or another. She got him so well.

They found themselves headed towards a food court, off to go get dinner.

“No date night tonight?” Denki asked. He’d been cancelled on for date night a couple of times by that point, but he had always been okay with it. Always okay with it. It was okay.

“Ha, no,” Mina said, ducking her head low between her shoulders. “Hanta’s busy, saving the city and what not.”

She flitted her hand in the air, like the occupation they had all strived and worked for was some meaningless simple hobby.

“We have been neglecting you huh?” she said, drawing little circles on his arm.

“What are you talking about?” he said with a laugh. “You’re allowed to prioritize your boyfriend.”

“Aw, Denki,” she smiled up at him and he swore he saw something like pity in it. The last thing Denki wanted from her was pity.

“So it's going well then, huh?” he asked.

“It's amazing!” she beamed, her dark eyes lighting up. “I. . . I really like him. Like a lot.”

And she blushed. Mina, who stood defiant in front of any problem, who rushed into any situation head first, who was most certainly not some wilting flower, blushed at the thought of Sero fucking Hanta.

Denki ate dinner with Mina and knew she could tell how fake his smile was.

Nights out drinking with Sero dropped from once a week to once a month. Seeing Mina turned from arranged visits to the mall or the movies to just running into each other by chance. It was Mina who told Denki that they had moved in with each other. She invited him to a housewarming party. He ‘forgot’ to go.

6 months ago, they have finally convinced him to come to dinner with them. It was the most painfully awkward experience Denki had ever been in, and that included the one time he hit on Iida after going electro-stupid. Denki couldn’t think of anything to say. He knew he was too fidgety, couldn’t sit still, could barely look at them. They held hands, almost as equally silent as Denki, speaking in short clipped questions meant for strangers and giving one word answers.

At the end of the night, they paid on 2 separate checks and went 2 seperate ways.

As much as he hadn’t wanted for it to be, it had gotten very awkward. Denki found it easier and easier to turn down Sero for drinks, to tell Mina he had some place else to be. It was definitely easy to turn down repeat outings with the both of them.

Nobody wanted more of that.

Denki had always figured they were all too busy to date, too busy to have a significant other. Sure, Bakugou and Kirishima had found each other, but Bakugou could strong arm anything into happening and Kirishima would always just go with what the explosive hero said. That kind of thing wasn’t for handsome, charming, wonderful Sero or beautiful, exquisite, strong Mina. And it certainly wasn’t for Denki.

So why did they get to be together? Why was he left alone?

For the last 3 months, they hardly talked. Then Mina had called from Sero’s phone. Such an intimate thing to do, as if it were her own, and stupidly Denki had answered. She sang out his name and begged him to come out clubbing with them. She said she missed him and Sero chimed in on speakerphone that he did too. Then both of them whined ‘please’.

And what was Denki supposed to say to that.

And now he was in hell.

The music was loud, the bass too high, obliterating any melody. Simply something to move to. Everything was dark, bathed in pinks and purples and blues. Denki was sitting in a circular booth, hovered over his third. . . wait no fourth. . . fifth, yeah, fifth drink. It was electric blue and had way too much vodka in it. He chewed the straw angrily as he watched the dance floor.

Sero and Mina were dancing. Mina was not a surprise, but Sero? Sero didn’t dance. And yet, there he was, grinding up to his girlfriend’s back side, looking way too pleased with himself. Looking way too good. Both of them.

Denki clamped his lips around his straw and angrily sucked up burning alcohol. His hands were in fists between his knees. He didn’t need this. He looked down at the table top and saw his own petulant reflection. Why couldn’t one of them have chosen him? Why couldn’t one of them been the one on the outside? Why was it him? He was cute, damnit!

The music cut out for a minute before the next song came on. Sero plopped down on the seat next Denki, his arm resting on the back of the bench and he let out a huge over exaggerated sigh.

“Phew,” he said, rocking his head back against the rest. His hair was sweaty and clung to his temples. “Mina, I can’t keep up.”

Mina leaned against the table, all smiles and bouncing and bright.

“I’ll get the next round,” she said.

“Sounds good.” Sero gave her a thumbs up.

Denki grumbled. He missed the look they shared, Mina with a small smile on her face before she literally danced away.

“What the hell did you get?” Sero asked, leaning in and taking Denki’s drink away from him.

“Hey,” Denki complained.

Sero took a sip through the over chewed straw and grimaced.

“Geez, Kaminari, this is pure sugar.”

“Then give it back,” Denki said, reaching for the drink. Sero leaned away, grinning, and held it just far enough.

“I think you’ve had enough,” he said.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough,” Denki barked back.

“And that’s a clear sign!”

Sero laughed and downed the rest of Denki’s drink, not using the straw. Denki crossed his arms over his chest and flopped back against the bench. And suddenly he was well aware that he was resting on Sero’s elbow, a strange combination of hardened for quirk use and flesh soft, kind of the perfect pillow. He shifted uncomfortably, his face red from drink and no small amount of shame.

“Hey man, why have you been avoiding us?” Sero asked.

Denki stiffened. He put on his most charming fake smile and sweetest fake laugh.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

He had been expecting Sero to be smiling or that confused little sneer he gets or maybe his sarcastic ‘are you kidding me’ stare. What Denki wasn’t expecting was a small frown and hurt in his eyes. Sero didn’t get hurt like that, not from him at least.

“I. . . I just,” Denki tried to say. He looked down at his hands in his lap.

“It's just hard,” he muttered.

“Kaminari,” Sero said, a little too quiet.

His hand left the back of the bench to play with the ends of Denki’s hair. Denki looked up, his breath catching in his throat and his whole body tensing. But he didn’t stop Sero as he leaned in. Didn’t stop him as the palm of his hand cupped the back of Denki’s head. Didn’t stop when all the booming bass and the flashing lights faded away, as it had a year ago.

“We miss you,” Sero said, his breath ghosting across Denki’s lips.

“Sero I. . what-”

Sero properly lined his mouth up with Denki’s. At first it was just contact, until Sero shifted his hand to cup the back of Denki’s head. Denki inhaled deeply, leaned into Sero, pressed up against Sero.

Between the alcohol and Sero’s tongue in his mouth, Denki’s mind swam. He knew this shouldn’t be happening, knew that he wasn’t chosen, that he wasn’t with Sero. He couldn't be doing this, Sero had to be drunk or not thinking straight. But it was all too much to argue against. He placed a hand on Sero’s chest, maybe having half a mind to push him away, but instead relaxed into the kiss and pawed at Sero’s shirt.

Sero was the first to pull away, his mouth slowly evolving from open mouthed awe to a patented crooked smile.

“What?” Denki asked, dazed, his eyes blinking open.

Three shot glasses clinked on the table. Mina grinned from the other side. Sero’s hand was still in Denki’s hair. Denki still held his loose shirt in a tight fist. Their faces were still inches from each other.

“Mina!” he squeaked. “I-Its not what it-. . . what is this cliche!?”

She looked practically feral and all but crawling into the booth. Denki tried to pull away from Sero, but his friend dropped a hand to Denki’s shoulder and held him in place. Mina ran her fingers lightly up Denki’s thigh.

“I -what?” he asked looking between the two of them. “What?”

“Denki, relax,” she said. “It’s okay. I gave him permission to do that.”

Denki stared, wide eyes and slack jawed.

“What?” Denki said.

“Just as I gave her permission to do this,” Sero said in his ear.

Mina cupped Denki’s face and took over where Sero had left off. Sero had been angular and strong and a little forceful. Mina was soft and full lipped and a lot of forceful. She tasted a little like watermelon flavored lip gloss. She pushed Denki up against Sero, who practically cradled him. Denki could feel rather than hear Sero laugh.

When she pulled away, she ran her hand down Denki’s neck and chest. Her other hand gave his thigh a little squeeze. Sero wrapped his arm around Denki’s mid section, pulling him closer still.

There were a lot of hands. There were a lot of mouths. Denki blinked a lot of times.

“What?” he asked again.

“Denki, we miss you,” Mina said, running her hands back up his body to wrap her arms around his neck.

“And we were talking about how much we missed you,” Sero said in his ear.

“And then we both realized that we missed you for the same reason.” Mina leaned in, one of her hands sliding over Sero’s, the other reaching up into Denki’s hair.

“What?” Denki turned to look up at Sero.

“We like you, Kaminari,” Sero said, his lips against Denki’s ear.

“So we came up with this stupid sort of kind of plan,” Mina said, her nose crinkling adorably as she said it.

“To seduce you.” Sero placed a gentle kiss, just behind Denki’s ear.

“What!” Denki practically yelled.

“He said-” Mina yelled back.

“He heard you babe,” Sero said, putting a hand over her mouth. He leaned against Denki’s shoulder. “So. How are we doing?”

Denki looked from Sero to Mina. Sero dropped his hand from Mina’s face and ran it under the hem of Denki’s shirt, hugging him close. Mina smiled expectantly and wiggled her hips a little, her fingers strumming through his hair.

Denki had spent the last year aching, wondering why he couldn’t have had at least one of them. Now both of them were sprawled out on him, around him, in his face, on his skin. Both of them asking him for the one thing he wanted.

Denki reached a hand up into Mina’s hair, pulling her close, pushing himself up to meet her in a fierce kiss. She giggled and twisted her head, tugging at the strands between her fingers.

“Yes,” Sero hissed, burying his face into Denki’s shoulder, the hand around his midsection tightening. He could feel Sero kicking happily against the booth.

Denki pulled away from Mina and flopped back against Sero, reaching into straight dark hair and tilting his head back. Sero kissed him again, languid and lazy and oh so happy. Mina drummed her hands on Denki’s chest and squealed.

“Denki~!” she sang.

The kiss stopped and Denki deflated against Sero with a sigh.

“You guys are jerks,” he complained.

“You like it,” Sero said.

“Yeah,” Denki sighed, a half smile on his face, and closed his eyes.

Both of them laughed and was such a perfectly melodious noise that wrapped around Denki in a happy little cocoon. Then Mina all but crawled into his lap.

“You never did come to our housewarming,” she said, hot in his ear. “Want to get the grand tour?”

Denki opened his eyes and grinned.

They downed their shots and left. Mina had already closed the tab. She had known the night was over, no matter how Denki reacted, but they were all more than happy with the outcome.

Denki held her close, his hands running up and down her back, as she pushed him into Sero who was trying desperately to unlock the front door of their apartment. He fumbled with his key, having difficulty aiming it into the lock with two writhing bodies pressed up against his back. But it finally clicked into place and the three of them stumbled into the main entrance before any of their neighbors saw what the commotion was about.

Sero ripped Denki away from Mina.

“My turn,” he growled and pushed Denki up against the wall. Denki had half a second to yelp before his hands were pinned above his head and Sero was pressed up against him.

It had been like that the whole way home. Sero and Mina passed Denki back and forth like a ball: outside the club, in the cab, in the elevator up to their apartment. Denki would have it no other way.

Sero loomed tall over him, kissing him deeply, moaning into his mouth. His leg slotted between Denki’s and applied pressure. Denki gasped, his head rolling to the side, and Sero moved his mouth down Denki’s neck.

“So,” Mina said, a wide smile on her face like her boyfriend wasn’t assaulting her friend. “This is our entrance way.”

The lights were still off and Denki could just barely see into the apartment. It seemed Sero and Mina didn’t have very much compromise when it came to decorating, but instead clashed together their preferred styles of interior design. Everything was cluttered with too much stuff on the walls, too many pieces of furniture, too many textures and patterns. Denki grinned.

“And this. . .” Mina said, snagging his wrist and dragging him out from underneath Sero. “Is our kitchen.”

She jogged down a small hallway leading to a galley kitchen with a small table in an open space at the end. There were large bay windows that probably made it sunny in the mornings, a nice place to share breakfasts with, if he table wasn’t covered in papers and laundry. The sink was filled with dishes. Denki wrapped his arms behind Mina and kissed her neck softly, pressing his body against her.

“Its nice,” he muttered against her skin.

“And our living room,” Sero said, motioning his arm out over the expanse Denki had managed to glimpse before. On closer inspection, it was in just as much of a disarray as the kitchen. Not awful, but it gave Denki pause. He wondered just how spur of the moment this idea was? Did they come up with it just before they called him?

Denki raked his teeth over Mina’s skin. She giggled and pulled him across the room, Sero taking Denki’s other hand, walking next to her. They pulled him along like a good dog.

“Closet!” Mina said, swinging a door violently open then closed again. She shoved the next door inward. “Bathroom!”

“And lastly,” Sero said, pushing Denki up against a wall next to the last door. He leaned forward, turning the knob and pushing it in, leaning into Denki’s space. “Bedroom.”

Denki didn’t look in, couldn’t look in. He could only focus on the two in front of him. Sero staring down at him, Mina sliding up to Sero’s side and cupping his face in her hands. When they kissed, Denki didn’t feel that ugly coil of jealousy, didn’t feel the hurt or the hate or the loneliness. He simply saw Sero’s eyes close, watch his hand slide down Mina’s back, watch her press against him, and knew, for at least tonight, that they were all his.

Denki bit his lip and whined.

Mina pulled away first and sidled her way between Sero and Denki. Sero’s hands pressed against the wall on either side of Denki’s head, and Mina kissed Denki again. She finally moved slower, finally savoring him. She pulled away only to pull her shirt up and over her head. It went flying off in some random direction and she dropped to her knees. Sero picked up where she left off, kissing Denki long and slow, equally as savoring, as Mina worked on Denki’s belt.

Denki couldn’t stop whining, couldn’t stop the little noises of want and need and a year of pent up frustration. He tugged at Sero’s shirt, big and loose, but was still careful to not tangle it on his elbows. Once clear of the shirt, he ran his hands up and down Sero’s arms, wiry and strong. Sero kissed him again and Mina pulled down his jeans.

She turned and began to fiddle with Sero’s pants, getting as far as unclasping a tight belt before he placed a hand on her head.

“You first babe,” he said.

Mina grinned and rose to her feet, leading the way into the bedroom. She wriggled out of her pants that had looked practically painted on and Denki was impressed that she had accomplished the task so quickly. Both Mina and Sero worked on liberating Denki of his shirt. It was much tighter than Sero’s and caught on his shoulders and ears and elbows. Their hands travelled over exposed skin, all of them laughing and giggling and touching.

Once it was off, someone pushed Denki down on the bed. He bounced in place, looking up at the couple that stood over him, standing tall like practical gods. Mina leaned into Sero and traced circles on his chest. One of his long arms wrapped around the curve of her waist.

“Aw, Hanta,” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “I think he wants us.”

“Yeah?” Sero asked. “What do you say Kaminari? You want us?”

“Hell yeah,” Denki said, breathless, eyes wide, a smile that just would not quit. “I want you. I want both of you. I want you so bad.”

Sero gave Mina a quick smack on the ass and she detached from his side. She scrambled on top of Denki, straddling him. His hands ran up her back, up under the band of her bra, hungry for the feel of skin. She kissed him again and he wanted to continue kissing her forever. Every kiss with Mina was an adventure in breath control and wanton need. She raked nails down his side and in his hair and across his chest, her body writhing on top of him.

Sero crouched at the end of the bed, one hand running up Denki’s thigh, leaning against him for support, his other hand was lost somewhere on Mina. She moaned at whatever Sero was doing, then gasped, breaking the fervor of their kiss. Sero did something Denki couldn’t know and she threw her head back, calling out high pitched and squeaking and hot.

Denki took that opportunity to focus on the clasp of her bra. He fumbled, using both hands, but finally managed to unhook it. Mina was shivering and keening above him and moved with Denki’s hands as he slid the straps down her arms. He grabbed her tit, massaging it with his hand, and placed his mouth on the other. That made Mina’s sweet little moans trail long, her eyes rolling back in her head as her back arched, pushing into Denki’s mouth. She cradled his head close to her breast as he rolled a nipple between his teeth.

Sero stopped whatever it was he had been doing to Mina and she relaxed, her muscles going soft. He moved down to Denki and ran his tongue over the bulge in Denki’s briefs, hot and wet. It was Denki’s turn to buckle. He pulled away from Mina’s breast, throwing his head back against the mattress, and fully understood all the noises Mina had been making before.

Sero’s mouth adhered to the already wet spot on Denki’s briefs, his tongue lapping, his fingers sliding into the band of his underwear. Denki tried to buck his hips, but between Mina’s knees and Sero’s hands, he could hardly move. Mina grabbed Denki’s face and they fell into another one of those frenetic, frantic kisses.

“Kaminari,” Sero said, his mouth moving against his trapped erection. “You ever been fucked before?”

Denki dropped a very enthusiastic thumbs up to the mattress. Sero chuckled and stripped his briefs off.

“Good,” he said before taking Denki’s cock into his mouth.

As much as he didn’t want to, Denki reared back from Mina to moan. The feisty woman atop him didn’t waste any time and kissed and bit down his neck. He gripped soft pink hair between tight fingers, encouraging her to keep going. His free hand slid between their bodies to do the same to Sero’s bobbing head. Mina rut against the back of his wrist, her panties wet against his skin.

“Ugh Sero,” Denki said, his hips twitching into the wet heat. “Your mouth. Fuck. It feels so good.”

“I know, right?” Mina said, licking a strip up the front of Denki’s neck. She danced her fingers over his lips. “How does yours feel?”

Denki’s eyes and grin widened with exhilaration, the possibilities of what she was asking settling in his alcohol addled mind.

“Hang on just a second,” Sero said, pulling off Denki’s aching cock much to his upset, which he vocalized. “Let me at that for just one second.”

He pulled off Mina’s underwear and she helped him by sliding her legs out of them, one at a time. When he was done, he cupped each cheek of her well proportioned ass, spread it, and positioned his face between them. Denki watched with fascination as Sero ate her out, eyes closed and blissed. Mina keened again, writhing again, all on top of Denki. He tugged on her hair a little and the noise that escaped her was practically sinful. He leaned up to suckle at her neck, marking her as she had done him.

She reached behind her to grab at Sero’s head and pushed him in closer.

“Yes Hanta,” she moaned and bit her lip. “Just like that.”

And just as he had done to Denki, just as it was getting good, he pulled away from his girlfriend, a supremely pleased smile on his face. He playfully tapped her backside.

“Go on then,” he said. He tapped Denki’s inner thigh, causing him to jump and gasp and pull away from Mina’s neck, leaving behind a strand of drool.

“Roll over,” Sero ordered.

Mina crawled over Denki and he watched with fascination as she did. He thought she would stop, but instead she rested against the headboard, leaned her arms over the back, and spread her legs wide. Denki instantly got the picture, rolling over as Sero had told him to, and wasted no time bringing his face to Mina’s cunt.

He ran his tongue up the center of it in a slow loll, flattening out against her clit. Mina reacted exactly as he wanted her to and more, moaning pleasantly, back arching, hand clamping down on the back of Denki’s head. Nails dug into his scalp.

“Oh yes baby,” she cooed. “Do that again.”

Denki shivered at the pet name, looking up at her from his low vantage point. She looked so much larger than life, twisting in sensual waves. She made for a beautiful view and he lapped happily at her.

Behind him, Sero lifted his hips up and off the bed, forcing him onto his knees, almost pulling him away from Mina. He clung to her hips to prevent that from happening.

“Mina, babe,” Sero said.

She moaned again, pushing Denki’s head closer. He slipped his tongue inside her and she practically sang.

“Mina,” Sero tried again.

He leaned over Denki’s ass and snapped his fingers. She stopped undulating and dancing so prettily to fix her boyfriend with a bored stare, despite the eager mouth between her legs.

“Babe, lube? Please?” Sero asked. “Unless you’d prefer I raw his ass?”

Denki made a choked noise of protest, but Mina held his head in place. She clicked her tongue, annoyed, and leaned over to the side table by the bed. The drawer was filled with scarves and small bottles of perfume and at least one uncapped chapstick. Mina pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to Sero.

“Thank you,” Sero said with no small amount of sarcasm.

“Focus on what you’re doing, Denki,” Mina said, petting his head a little too tenderly.

He shifted his arms, looping one around Mina’s powerful thigh to rest his thumb on the hood of her clit, the other tucked under his body to slide to fingers inside. She went back to singing and dancing as Denki pet and rubbed and licked and moved.

Sero did not immediately jump in to prepping Denki. Instead, he placed his hands on Denki’s ass, as he had Mina’s, and Denki knew what would happen next. Sero’s tongue pressed against his hole, his face sliding into his crevice, and a shiver raked up Denki’s spine. He moaned into Mina’s cunt, his toes curling.

The room descended into relative silence. Denki continued his work, his jaw began to feel the strain and he didn’t care. Mina’s moans and movements quieted into tiny little wimpers. The grip on his hair lessened as she descended into a space of pure bliss, her orgasm growing nearer. Sero made no sound, only lapped pleasantly at Denki’s ass. When his tongue slid inside, Denki’s whole body quivered, the fingers inside Mina shaking. That earned him a little squeak.

Sero slowed his tongue fucking until it finally came to a natural stopping point. He sat upright and snapped open the bottle of lube. It was cold compared to Sero’s hot mouth and Denki jumped as it smeared across his hole. Sero slid in one long finger, then two, wider than Denki had been anticipating. He sucked at Mina’s clit to push down the strained little noises that threatened to escape him.

“That is so hot,” Mina said between heavy breaths, staring at the show before her. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

Denki couldn’t have agreed more. His hand travelled up Mina’s stomach, finding her breast and resting his fingers around the soft flesh. Behind him, Sero’s fingers pumped in and out, just a little too fast.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you,” Sero said. “I really can’t wait.”

He scissored his fingers too quickly, rushing. The strain and want evident in his voice.

“Fuck. Fuck. Kaminari? Can I?” Sero pleaded.

Denki rested another thumbs up on Mina’s tit. Sero inhaled sharply, pulled his fingers out of Denki’s ass, and yanked at his hips, dragging him away from Mina’s cunt. She didn’t seem to mind, giggling as Sero flipped the other man over onto his back. He settled himself between Denki’s legs, pushing down his pants that were already losing a fight with gravity.

“Mina, babe, condom, please?” Sero begged, having lost all patience. A small square hit him in the face and bounced off Denki’s stomach.

“Real mature,” he dead panned.

Denki pushed his head up, resting on his elbows, and watched Sero rip open the condom to roll it down his dick. He stared hungrily at the cock that hovered between them, admiring it, and thinking how it matched Sero so perfectly. Mina gently placed her fingers on Denki’s chin and tilted his head back to look at her.

“Hey Denki,” she said, upside down in his field of vision. “Would you mind if I sat on your face?”

“I really wish you would,” he said.

She squealed, her nose crinkling adorably, and threw one leg over his body. Her back to Sero, she positioned herself and Denki truly stared at her. He held onto her hips, nudging her down, giving her permission to rest her cunt atop his mouth. She sang out again, her moans melodious and perfect, her hand resuming its tangle in Denki’s hair.

Sero gently nudged the head of his cock at Denki’s entrance, pushing against some resistance of his tight hole. Denki moaned into Mina’s cunt, his eyes rolling back in his head, his hands quivering over her hips. He gripped into her soft flesh a little tighter, pushing her up his face in micro movements, looking for better access to her slit.

Sero slid further in, both he and Denki moaned in unison. Denki’s back arched and he pushed down onto Sero’s length. By the time the Tape Hero bottomed out, Denki threw his head back and choked out a moan. Mina snatched him by the bangs and shoved his head back into place.

“Hnnn, please Denki, I’m so close,” she whined.

Sero rotated his hips in slow motions, giving Denki time to acclimate and refocus his attention. Once again, he reached around her thigh to rub a shaking thumb on her clit. He kneaded the expanse of muscle in her ass, groping and squeezing it with appreciation.

Mina ran her hands into her hair, grinding her hips into Denki’s mouth. He stared up at her, watching her body wriggle, every curve and movement revealing new shades of pink Denki didn’t have names for. She looked down at him, her hands sliding over her body, over her breasts, down her stomach, to once again cup around his head. Dark eyes, heavy lidded and wanting, stared down at Denki like he was the only thing in the world.

She was majestic.

Denki whimpered. Between Sero torturously slow movements and the way Mina bit her lip, he lacked the capacity to think more than a puddle of mush. He spread her wide with his fingers and lapped at her clit with his tongue.

“Ah,” she moaned, shivering and bringing one hand up to bite her finger. “Oh yes, just like that.”

Denki did it again. And again. And each time she moved as if he had sent a jolt up her spine.

“Mina,” Sero rasped, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Fuck, babe you look good. I gotta-”

He crawled up onto the bed, one knee at a time, lifting Denki’s hips and legs with him, keeping them connected. He hovered over Denki’s body and pushed at Mina’s back. She took the incentive and leaned forward, eclipsing Denki’s head with her body. Sero once again buried his face in her ass.

Mina threw her head back and moaned prettily. She ground her hips in circles, rotating between Denki’s mouth and Sero’s. Denki no longer had the purchase to rub her in just the right way and put sole focus in finishing. He wrapped his hand around her hip to grip Sero’s hair, fine and smooth between his fingers, and helped convince the other man to join him in his plight. He had stilled inside Denki, both of them compelled with more pressing matters.

Mina’s whines hitched higher. Her fingers dug tighter into Denki’s scalp. He picked up the speed of his tongue, his eyes slammed shut in focus. He pushed harder on Sero’s head.

Pink thighs shuddered around his head, closing in tight. Mina coiled forward until her head pressed against the mattress, her thighs buckling. Sero pushed down on them and Denki thought for a brief moment he might pass out from lack of oxygen.

Mina screamed.

She came down from her orgasm in a hushed wave. Her body stopped shuddering and she cooed softly. The grip on Denki’s hair faded until she was gently petting him. When Sero lifted his head, she rolled over onto her side, her thighs still draped across Denki’s shoulders.

Denki gasped for air. His face was wet and his lips felt numb. He reached up and stroked her thigh and tried to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware of Sero moving inside him again. Mina sat up, cupped his face, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“That was fun,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

“Heh, anytime.”

She grinned wide and stroked his chest, like he was a good pet. She slid out of his line of sight and Denki was given free range to focus on the man between his legs.

Sero was rocking his hips in slow waves, grinning down at Denki, and holding his legs up and open. Denki bit his lip and reached a hand down his stomach to touch his aching cock.

“Uh uh,” Mina said, slapping his hand away. “Let me take care of that.”

Sero’s attention went to her, focused and unblinking, as she rolled a condom over Denki’s dick. She reached up to cup her boyfriend's face and kissed him long and slow, in time with the movement of his hips, as she straddled Denki. Her legs had to spread wide to slot flush against Sero’s body, with enough room to trap Denki’s legs between them. She reached down, steadied the dick in her hand, and sat on it.

Denki groaned like an animal and clamped his hands down on her hips. He tried to buck up into her, but was held down by her body, held down by Sero’s hands. She kissed her boyfriend, not breaking away from him, and bounced. Sero snaked a hand into her hair, opening his eyes to stare down at the man they both fucked. All Denki could do in response was whimper and moan and shudder in pleasure.

Mina connected her hips to Denki’s, her ass sitting on his stomach, and rocked back and forth. Denki could feel her tight around him, could feel Sero filling him up. He opened his mouth to scream and only choked out pathetic gasps.

Sero kissed his way down Mina’s neck, looking sweet and intimate. Mina did not stop moving, would not stop moving, and cradled his head so sweetly.

“How does he feel?” she asked between short gasps.

“Mm, tight,” Sero said, licking at her collar bone, still staring holes into Denki’s skin. He ran a hand up Denki’s backside, digging his nails in. “Warm.”

“Aahaha!” Denki sobbed, gripping Mina hard enough to leave bruises.

“Sounds nice.” Mina pet at Sero’s hair and looked over her shoulder, not once stopping. “I think he likes it.”

Sero leaned on her shoulder, pulling her closer by the small of her back. It caused her to arch, to accent her body into more shapely positions.

“Do you like us, Kaminari?” Sero asked, voice low and teasing.

Denki came. He screamed and he came.

His hands dug tight into Mina’s hips. He clenched down on Sero. His legs twitched and strained against the combined might of both his bed partners holding them apart. He could no longer see what they were doing, no longer watch. He had closed his eyes and bucked his body, feeling electricity that had nothing to do with his quirk.

When he settled down, deflated against the sheets, he could hear Mina giggling. He could hear the soft smack of a mouth on skin. He opened his eyes, blinking them open one at a time, to find both of them staring down, just as they had been before.

They had watched him through the whole ordeal.

“Did I make a weird face?” he croaked.

“Multiple,” Sero said, kissing and licking at Mina’s shoulder.

He still rocked gently inside Denki, every slight movement of his hips sending little waves of pleasure through his body. He shivered at each one.

“Okay,” Sero said. He grabbed Mina by the waist and practically lifted her off of Denki’s spent cock. “My turn.”

Mina laid down on top of Denki as Sero pulled out. Within seconds there was a snap of a condom being shed and Sero had climbed on top. He slid, bareback, into Mina, and began to fuck her on top of Denki.

Sero thrust into Mina with every intent to finish there, but Denki could tell he wasn’t throwing his whole weight into it. Mina helped by wrapping her legs around Sero, lifting her body off Denki as much as she could. Still, every drive into her was a sudden blow on to Denki’s sternum. He wrapped his arms around her body, one arm clamping her down tight, the other grabbing a fist full of tit, and held fast, not daring to let go.

Sero’s eyes slid from her to Denki and he leaned down over their bodies to capture Denki’s mouth. He grabbed his face, holding him still, not that Denki could go anywhere as it was, and explored his mouth. Denki closed his eyes, angling his hips to help Mina meet Sero.

When Sero’s kiss stopped, Mina was there to replace him. She clamped her hand down over Sero’s, helping hold Denki’s head still. Denki looked up at the Tape Hero from the corner of his eye and saw the pleasured pain etched across his face.

“You two,” he gasped. “I can’t-”

He slammed his eyes shut, slammed his hips forward, and bit his lip. Mina threw her head back and shouted “Yessss.”

Denki just held tighter.

Sero flopped on top of Mina, who deflated on top of Denki, who let every bone in his body go slack. They breathed heavily in a heap, in the quiet and dark of the room. Not one of them dared to move, enjoying an aura of bliss.

But eventually, it had to end.

“Not that. .” Denki cleared his throat and tried again. “Not that this isn’t great and all, but I had like 4 drinks and you’re both lying on my bladder.”

“Me first!” Mina called, already in action.

She went from 0 to 60 in seconds flat, kicking Sero off of her and already scrambling out the door to the bathroom. They watched her go before Sero flopped backwards, arms wide, laughing. Denki groaned as he sat up. So much of him ached pleasantly.

Through the haze of alcohol and sex, Denki’s brain struggled to catch up with him. He smiled into the dark. Tomorrow he could deal with the hangover of everything.

“What time is it?” he asked. His voice sounded hoarse.

“Sometime after 1,” Sero said, looking over at the digital clock on the bed stand.

“I wonder if the cabs are still running,” Denki said.

Sero’s head whipped back over, the smile gone.

“What?” he asked.

“What?” Denki asked.

“You’re gonna go?” Sero asked.

Denki looked down to Sero, sprawled out and sweaty, his pants low on his thighs. He looked confused, a look Denki never really appreciated on Sero. His hand came up and fingers brushed the back of Denki’s arm, almost painfully soft. Denki’s heart skipped a beat.

The toilet flushed and Mina strut back into the bedroom.

“Tag!” she called out, raising one hand high.

Denki stood, away from Sero, away from what wasn’t his, and slapped her hand. He entered their tiny bathroom, filled with an array of beauty products on the tiny sink. Denki’s attention was demanded for a few moments as he struggled through a drunken haze and post coitus pissing. He stood in front of the mirror, incandescent lights illuminating the mess that he was.

There were hickies already forming on his neck. His hair was skewed in new and interesting directions, the typical black streaks in very different places from their normal spots. His face was wet, his mouth was red, his eyes were slightly bloodshot. The beating in his heart finally slowed as he took in his reflection.

He had sex with Sero and Mina. Sex. Just sex. One night. That's it.

The memory so clear of the two of them, holding hands, unaware of Denki, as Sero leaned down to kiss Mina.

They were together. He was not.

Denki looked down to the sink and at his own hands and felt so very alone.

“Hey,” Sero said, rapping on the door. “You weren’t the only one drinking.”

Denki sighed and put on a smile. He opened the door. For half a second, Sero wore that soft confused stare.

“What are you, an out of work doctor?” Denki asked with a smirk. “Get some patience.”

“You’re a mess,” Sero retorted, looking more like himself. He ruffled Denki’s hair. He had shed his pants finally, looking about equally of a mess as Denki felt.

The hallway draped into darkness when Sero closed the door. Denki sighed and found the outline of his shirt on the floor. He sighed and picked it up to put it back on.

“Hanta says you’re going,” Mina said.

She was sitting side saddle on the bed, the blanket pulled up to her waist. She cocked her head to the side, not an ounce of confusion in her expression. Mina was always confident, always sure. Draped in the light from the street, the blanket swirled around her, a pictures of beauty.

Denki opened his mouth to respond, but Mina, as always, beat him to the punch.

“You should stay,” she said, matter of factly.

Denki made an awkward sound, something akin to a choked cluck. He looked into the living room, trying to figure out where he would sleep, when Mina pat the bed next to her in rapid fire. His heart beat in time.

“Oh,” Denki said and dropped his shirt. “Okay.”

He climbed into the bed and Mina settled on to her side. Before he could find the best place to lay where he wouldn’t get in the way of Mina and Sero, she grabbed his forearm and pulled him against her, forcing his arm to wrap around her. Denki tensed, but soon settled into spooning behind her.

The door to the bathroom opened and the light clicked off. Sero walked back in and leaned against the door frame.

“So you’re staying?” he asked, a small laughter bouncing under his tone.

“Yeah,” Denki said, his eyes closing and nuzzling into Mina’s hair. “I’m tired.”

And he felt it. His body was heavy and the night had exhausted him. Sero chuckled and slid into the bed behind Denki, draping the blanket over the three of them. He wrapped his arm over Denki’s midsection and slotted his body flush against him. Sero rested a soft kiss to the back of his neck. Denki shivered and smiled and pulled Mina closer.

“Good night,” Sero said softly.

“G’night,” Mina muttered, already half asleep.

Denki hesitated, but finally, he relaxed between them, his body going pliant.

“Night,” he said.