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denki kaminari and hanta sero are natural born flirts— terribly good, it's almost ironic.

evidence of that very fact is plastered across the twitter timeline a hundred thousand times a day, in clipped moments of pink tongues rolling over perfectly painted red lips and blurred photos of sultry winks from across the room at XHEROEZ fan meets. accounts on YouTube play compilations of the duo’s thirstiest moments, twixtor edits of hip thrusts and body rolls belonging to kaminari and sero flood social media. they’re a desirable pair, and they know it.

even the industry knows it— variety show hosts deem them the most amorous and outgoing members, girl groups and boy groups alike can only share snippets of their encounters with the two since they’re far from appropriate. the amount of NDAs they give out is a number longer than the number of zeros on CEO hawks’ paycheck at the end of the month (idols, producers, not even staff are safe), and it only seems to skyrocket with the rising fame of XHEROEZ and the popularity of their music. 

but how can they be blamed, when hanta sero is such a smooth talker— words sweet like pink liquorice slipping over his tongue whenever he talks, he keeps his eyes dark and hooded and low like he’s really paying attention during conversation. it’s his attitude that leaves interviewers on music bank and even international ones— flustered and shy, swimming in honey that fills their ears and their hearts, suffocating them whenever they have a moment with the hanta sero.

kaminari is no more innocent than his band mate—a tease at best, a nightmare at worst. he’s coy, like a cat that plays with a mouse for fun and not for its death. it’s said that people barely survive being in a room with denki— his charm is overwhelming, covered by the ruse that he’s not so smart, not so bright. it’s those amber eyes that give it away, reading deep into the wants of others, analysing what he thinks their bodies’ needs are, when they think he’s not 100% there. to the world kaminari is nothing more than a talented voice and a pretty face. 

in some ways, that could be considered a trap. to sero and kaminari? a game. 

it’s all the two idols really need, their little games of cat and mouse—toying with faint hearts, to get what they want, from whoever they want without a care in the world. 

and they usually get away with it too, hawks now a little richer to care and XHEROEZ a little too famous for their debauched ways to be a problem.

that is until katsuki bakugou makes it a problem.

“oi! c’mere you slippery, slutty motherfucker—!” bakugou’s voice is fuming, teeming with tunes of anger that boil over like a pot of water on a hot stove. the doors to the XHEROEZ practice room fly open with a force so hard that they clank against the walls on either side— grabbing the attention of the remaining five members. 

the leader makes a b-line for kaminari, red eyes blazing and hands poised as if he’s going to kill a man which only makes the brighter blonde scramble up and onto his feet, abandoning his stretches for the day. “what?” he whines, backed up against the bar and mirrors, lips drawn into a pathetic pout. “what did i do?” 

“our fucking choreographer quit, again. slut.” bakugou slurs again, looking like he might throttle the guy. 

izuku, the other vocalist, peeks his head up from between his toes as he stretches his legs— a single brow quirked into his green hair. “why is kacchan… slut shaming kaminari?” 

“when isn’t he?” kirishima wipes the sweat from his brow, sneakers skidding across the floor when he joins his band mate. 

the leader launches himself at kaminari again without missing a beat, pinning the younger against the mirrors in what would seem like a playful fight to the viewers and fans of the video todoroki is quietly uploading to the group account on Twitter. this time, only hanta pulls the older back. “who kendou? i liked that one!” kaminari manages to squeak despite his life flashing before his eyes. his face contorts, a dreamy look sweeping over sweat licked features and his knees knocking despite how bakugou holds him up. “she was so… so hot.” 

“jesus, fuck kaminari. keep it in your fuckin’ pants.” he’s promptly dropped back onto his feet, bakugou backing up from the brighter blonde with a look of disgust— avoiding looking between their bodies…for reasons. “stop sleepin’ with our staff for fucks sake! we’re never gonna get a comeback if we don’t have anyone workin’ for us and i’m sick of laying on my ass!” 

sero takes the opportunity to let the latter blonde go, hands dropping from his waist to his ass. “you do have a good one, kats.”

“fansites agree, top rated ass in the whole industry.” shotou coos from his corner, setting up a poll for that very question on socials again. 

“fuck you.” 

“one of our fans would love to.” 

turning his attention back to hanta, bakugou throws his hand up in the air exasperatedly— pointing at the dark haired dancer. “shut the fuck up. you ain’t no better, slutty waist.” 

with the attention of the entire group captured and bakugou on the very verge of taking out two of the members— izuku tenderly decides to step in to diffuse the situation before they really do end up six feet under. “kacchan does have a point, the fans have been getting antsy since our original comeback date got pushed back…the lack of staff is making it real hard.” there’s a gentle warning in the vocalist’s tone while both kirishima and todoroki hum in agreement.

“and who knows what could happen, if you guys don’t stop sleeping around— we could get hit with a scandal or worse, like hawks dropping us from the label or something!” the red head adds on— rubbing the back of his neck shyly as if he doesn’t want to antagonise the group. 

“well how come we’re the only ones being scolded for getting our dicks wet! todoroki gets to fuck staff!” sero crosses his arms, cheeks slightly tinted red with embarrassment. “this feels like an intervention, like i’m being slut shamed. i thought we were bein’ progressive guys.” 

this time deku is the one vibrating with anger and katsuki is the one holding him back. “you’re so full of shit, hanta,” eijirou grunts from behind the pair, seemingly exasperated. “like who let you into the group.”

shouto turns his attention to the conversation, still typing away on his phone to post a selection of mirror selfies— again to the group account. “i’m not being scolded because i don’t parade around the company with my dick out like a common whore,” his words are blunt, taking the others by surprise (except for bakugou, of course). “i’m also in a relationship with my partner, who just so happens to work for us.” 

kaminari and sero share a look. relationships were overrated, fucking around was much more fun.

“nice one half ‘n half.” bakugou chimes in. 

“you guys are so lame, like actually the lamest guys i’ve ever met.” kaminari whines as todoroki stands up and flips him the bird.

“kiss my ass denki, i’m off to practice makeup looks for the next concept with my partner and then i’m going to fuck them in the recording booth. bye.” 

silence falls over the room as the remaining five watch him leave— bewildered by the quietest member’s sudden outburst before they all look at one another. 

“that dude’s kind of a dickhead, isn’t he?” eijirou laughs fondly, still wondering how he ended up with such chaotic band mates.

“yeah fuck that guy.” 

“i want someone to fuck me.” 

“kaminari… can you stop being a pervert for one second and shut the hell up?” 

“my bad, sorry midoriya.” 

the group shortly disperses after the ‘intervention’, bakugou leaving them with sharp flicks to their foreheads before going to write more songs for the comeback, deku shortly after to go record with his fingers crossed (hoping he doesn’t walk in on todoroki) and kirishima departs from the scandalous duo with a smile, wishing them good luck on keeping it in their pants.

for the sake of their group and the future of XHEROEZ, they would try— how hard could it be? all they had to do was avoid fucking around and getting caught until this whole thing was over, so the boys would get their comeback and get off their backs. hanta sero and denki kaminari weren’t whores like the others thought, they could do this.

if only they knew how truly difficult it would be with you soon to enter their lives. 

it takes hawks three days to find another choreographer to take over the mantle and whip the boys into place, especially kaminari and sero. “don’t fuck this up for us,” bakugou warns in a surprisingly quiet tone before the first session starts with the new staff member. truth be told, he like the others, is desperate to get back onto the stage and this might be their only chance. keigo had given them a warning prior too— the threat of kicking them out of the group is enough to keep them quiet throughout today’s practice.

you, however, are not what they expect. 

“hi XHEROEZ! i’m so excited to be working with you all,” you give them your name along with a smile sweeter than wild flowers. everything about you is radiantly pure and innocent despite the industry you work in and all the hardships it comes with. “we’ll run through some simple stretches and then pick up on the choreo for your title track where the last choreographer left off!” it doesn’t help that you’re beautiful too, top to toe where your sports bra hugs your chest just right and the sweats you wear curve off of your ass and thighs perfectly.

kaminari would be lying if he said your innocence didn’t make his cock stir. 

sero would be just as bad if he ignored the fact that he was popping a boner every time you bent over to stretch out your legs.

you were a sight for sore eyes, a tasty treat dangled right in front of them— tempting them to be bad when they were meant to be on their best behaviour. it would be so easy to corrupt you, you could bat an eyelid and you wouldn’t even notice the two souls bound by mischief pulling you apart until you were nothing but a mess… except you would. unlike the others before you, you’d been warned about their advances, the countless people who had given up their jobs just to avoid working with the dynamic pair of idols and you were about to see to it that this changed— in ways that would avenge your fallen idol trainers.

so you kept up the act during your first session, tricked the boys of popular idol group XHEREOZ into thinking you were the sweetest soul to ever exist, and once you’d proven your worth to the CEO of fierce wings entertainment, you’d finally snap. 

make hanta sero and denki kaminari regret ever making a fool out of your profession.

“she’s like, kind of …a bitch, isn’t she?” the blonde dancer  leans over to his dark haired companion one day— a week into practice with you on the idol group’s team. as the days went by, your practices became harsher, longer and gone was the sweet girl that kaminari dreamt of absolutely ruining every night when he settled into his bed at the dorms. he’d have liked to admit that you left his mind, stopped consuming his thoughts the moment you switched up and turned mean— working him to the bone but your sudden change in attitude left him wanting nothing more but to soil every inch of your body with his hot loads of cum. 

hanta looks over for a brief moment, tearing his obsidian eyes from watching his moves in the mirror as he nods to denki. “dude, i thought i was the only one who noticed. she’s been working us like dogs!” he admits, catching your gaze in the reflecting glass as you wipe the sweat from your brow and go over the counts for the next move with the other three boys. hanta winks, his chest bristling when you make a face of disgust and get back to work. “she’s super cold too… like she hates us or somethin’.” 

“what’re you two bitchin’ about?” bakugou runs through the move smoothly, following your count and tuning into the conversation between the dance line. 

both of them cock their heads towards you at the front of the practice room, whispering in unison. “just her.”

“me?” both golden and black irises shoot over to you, who now faces the boys with your arms crossed over your chest— drawing slight attention to it. “have you boys got something to share with the class?” they shake their heads no. “too bad, i need you both for a demonstration.” 

“u-us?” sero gulps, swallowing down his nerves.

“you two are the fan favourites for dance breaks in the choreo… so unfortunately. yes.” todoroki, kirishima, deku and bakugou part like the sea to let the other two members take front and centre stage— faces full of amusement at what you might make the boys do. “follow my lead for this bit, and don’t be shy.” comes your sweet voice, the one that had drawn them in the first place. “so first i want you to roll your hips in a circle… mhm, that’s right. then leg out, flick your hair up.” you instruct, barely biting back a smile as both denki and hanta follow your command— acting out a girl group dance without even realising. “and slut drop for boys…oh that’s perfect!” you praise, watching hanta drop all the way down.

half way down into dropping his ass like it’s hot, kaminari flicks his gaze up to you— face bright pink as the other XHEROEZ boys try to swallow down their laughter. “h-hey! this isn’t part of our choreo!” 

he squeaks, heart racing when you tilt his head up to face you properly and you grin— cruelly. “oh no, it’s definitely not. i just wanted to teach you both a lesson for messing with your last dance teacher. call it revenge for making them quit their job.” with a shrug, you stand back up to full height and clap your hands. “right boys! back to work, shall we?” 

“yes ma’am!” 

“kaminari, you are one-hundred percent right, that new choreographer is a bitch.” hanta is the first to whine, slumping down at the table in the building’s cafeteria. you’d sent the boys of XHEREOZ on an hours break to grab a bite to eat and recuperate their energy after the intense dancing you’d put them through— but the shame and humiliation of being called out by you still sits heavy on the back of the dynamic duo’s minds. “she kept picking on us the entire class— i hated it.” 

the dark haired idol continues to complain, aggressively pulling apart his disposable chopsticks and rubbing them together slightly. kaminari sips on his milk, ready to whinge along with his friend like a baby when kirishima slides into the seat next to them, tray pilled high with junk that’d probably make him feel like shit after the day’s schedules were over. “you have to admit,” he murmurs, with an impressed tone through a mouthful of rice, the food spraying across the table in which the other members are soon to be seated. “you both kinda deserve it, i mean you have slept with half of the company. people are gonna have it out for you.” 

“plus,” shouto adds, snatching a dish off of the red headed dancer’s tray much to his dismay. “we all know you liked being talked down on by her, you’re just mad ‘cause you can’t hit that.” 

bakugou and midoriya soon join the feasting gang, all narrowing their eyes at the dual haired idol. “when the fuck did you get so mean, half ‘n half?” the lighter blonde chuckles, lifting his drink to his band mate.

“since he started getting his dick wet by the person he used to hate more than us.” kaminari snaps back, earning a glare from todoroki and a giggle from midoriya. “what? it’s true! i miss the days where he hated his partner more than me…and now sero and i are hated by the new choreographer too! what are we gonna do about it?” 

the XHEROEZ leader chimes in again, slamming his carton of milk down on the table. “absolutely fuckin’ nothing, you guys are gonna stop acting like bitches in heat and not try t’fuck the poor girl. or else.” 

there’s a brief moment in time, where all the stars and planets align and without so much as even looking at one another— the two resident stupid sluts of the internationally famous idol group share an idea, a connection, and formulate a stupid fucking plan. their eyes light up, once sluggish bodies perking up in unison while sly grins tug at their perfectly pretty lips. 

green eyes widen, izuku quickly shaking his head in disapproval. “nuh uh, no, you guys! you heard what hawks said!” he tries to reason with the two dancers, fearing that he may have already lost them to whatever crazy idea they’ve come up with now in order to put you in your place. “you guys can’t mess this up.” 

“don’t worry, we won’t.” sero hums, returning to normal and stabbing his chopsticks into the donburi bowl he’d picked out  for lunch. it’d prove plenty of energy and stamina for the rest of the day— for other activities too. “promise.” 

the group looks to denki next. “cross my heart and hope to die.” he says cheerily, slashing an invisible ‘X’ across his chest with a single finger.

the rest of the boys, despite uneasy, take the bait for now— hoping to god that kaminari and sero know what they’re doing, although they all know those two can never be trusted with a gorgeous girl like you. 

over the next few weeks, the two dancers team up to make sure your life is a living hell— as if it’s their mission to pick on you. 

it starts with practice, and when you run through the moves for their sexier choreos— hanta needs a little extra help, he needs to grab onto your hips and roll his body right up against yours because he needs a visual on how the move would look against someone else, something real. you pretend that heat doesn’t flush through your body, blood carrying sex crazed hormones shooting straight to your clit— you pretend it’s not humiliating in front of your class of idols to have him grind you against you and that you might actually like it. 

hanta sero is annoying, but you knew what you were getting into when replacing all the choreographers before you. you’ll get through this and get the job done. 

is what you think until denki kaminari starts peeking up your skirts on the days that you’re wandering around the agency— preparing for meetings with hawks and conceptualists for other aspects of the XHEROEZ comeback. you almost don’t notice him at first, the way he’ll trail behind you almost too close to comfort, sleazily smirking down at you as he brushes by. it becomes a game for him to guess what colour panties you’re wearing, though you know that he already knows just by taking a peek— flipping your clothes up when you’re unsuspecting and mid-conversation with a coworker. you can’t be alone with him in elevators anymore.

and the worst part is, they like to act like they have no idea what they’re doing.

the two dancers are insufferable, tag teaming you— driving you up the wall with their little games…and for some sick reason, you find yourself liking it. enjoying how mean they are to you, revelling in their less than pleasant attention. it haunts your dreams, the daily scenarios of the two stealing your clothes and underwear after practices becoming saucy little nightmares where you end up bent over and finger fucked in the staff showers by an overly sweaty hanta— your mouth stuffed full of denki’s pretty cock. 

you catch yourself daydreaming about how they might look down there— who’s curved and who has the happy trail, how thick they might be, who’s the most talented with their tongue—

get it together, you’re losing sight of your job.

the way both idols treat you should be making your stomach churn, not filling you with butterflies and making your knees buckle— especially when denki ‘spills’ his ice water on you whenever you wear white to practice (showing off your hardened nipples for the world to see) or when hanta smacks your ass, gropes it and squeezes it during stretches.

you shouldn’t want them more than you want to keep your job.

it has to stop, and you decide to put a stop to the madness, to their antics one particular morning— scheduling them both in for a private dance session a little earlier than they would have with the rest of the XHEREOZ members.

“i know what you’re doing,” you greet the boys, hands planted firmly on your hips with steeled and tired eyes the minute they step into their group’s dedicated practice room. they look surprised that no one else is there, you think, expressions of shock etched into features deemed handsome by every outlet of media you follow. “it needs to stop.” 

but you’d had the chance to be up close and personal with hanta sero and denki kaminari, you’ve been taunted and teased enough to recognise the calculating spark in black and amber eyes clouded by faux confusion. 

hanta steps further into the room first, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as the rubber soles of his sneakers squeak against it— the sound is familiar but it makes you flinch, being alone with them both somehow being much more intimate while…intimidating when you’re confronting them. “what are you on about, sweetheart?” the way he laughs you off makes your body prickle with annoyance but your tummy flush with need, and you know that you shouldn’t stand for this any longer— you try to harden your gaze, looking up at hanta, keeping it steady despite how good he looks with his fluffy, early morning hair and lazy smirk, hooded eyes and loose shirt that barely covers the lean muscle of your body. “we just got here.” 

your face scrunches up and you shake your head. “i’m not talking about right now, stupid.” the insult leaves your tongue carrying no meaning, you’ve only added it so you sound less like a whining child. “these last few weeks, you’ve both been picking on me…groping me. hitting on me— what? because i embarrassed you in front of your friends—“ 

“d’aww denks, she thinks we’ve been picking on her,” sero talks over your head, as if you’re not even there, making sure his words reach his equally mischievous friend who’s crossed the room without you even realising and you have to do a double take upon noticing the blonde with his shirt between his teeth, untying the strings of his grey sweats that hang low on his slender hips. “you don’t think that’s true, right?” 

he’s still not addressing you when denki speaks up, dropping his shirt back down as he checks himself in the mirror. “of course not, we would never, han. we’re not those kinds of guys,” he pouts, slinking up beside you while the latter wraps an arm around your waist.

you’re bewildered to say the least, you knew that you’d embarrassed them but to the extent that they would try to gaslight you— it made you tingle with both rage and desire. “are you kidding me? those kinds of guys aren’t the ones who’ve been flipping my skirts at work? stealing my clothes and underwear—” you feel hanta bristle in front of you, almost acknowledging everything they’ve put you through. 

“we’re sorry , baby,” kaminari coos into the shell of your ear, closer behind you than you last remember. “for whatever it is you think that we did. we didn’t me to be mean! it was harmless. right han?”

“one-hundred percent harmless.” he agrees.

you’re sandwiched between the two of them, mind hazy as you’re overwhelmed with hanta’s warm oak scent and the fresh honey that belongs to kaminari. they’re driving you insane, arms wrapping around you, mapping out your flesh and your resistance comes tumbling down all too fast . “h-harmless—? you’re…trying to ruin my career,” you feel yourself slipping, drowning in the desire you’ve fought so hard to keep down as weeks of torture from the two have gone by. “w-what are you doing?” 

you stutter out as the hands that tease you start to explore you more, the ones belonging to sero slipping up your shirt and those belonging to kaminari down the front of your sweats. you don’t bother to stop them, to fight back— giving into the game that they’ve made you play. 

“making it up to you, yanno , for whatever it is you think you’re mad at us for.” denki hums, slender fingers snapping the silken waistband of your cotton panties against your tummy, toying with the little bow as if you soothe you when you flinch back into his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “we wanna do better.” 

you wanna fuck me, is the reality behind the blonde’s words— you hate yourself for not hating the fact .

calloused, but only just, thumbs rub over your pebbled nipples from under the shirt that you wear— sero grinning at the light gasps painting your lips in response to his touches. “how about it, sweetheart, you’ll let us ‘pologise properly?” 

you should say no, you should do what you came here to do and put the two idols into place— stand up for all the people who had lost their jobs for sleeping with and being catcalled by the black and blonde duet. but you can’t , because the way they touch you is intoxicating— filling your mind delusions of pleasure, the ones that haunted you at night. so you give in, making said delusions your reality. 

“uhuh…please…” you admit to them, to yourself and finally give in.

it’s like something in the air has snapped, as within an instant, kaminari’s fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties— pinching and toying with your folds while you get wetter and wetter, sero lifting your shirt over your head to take a nipple into his hot mouth. “ohh, shit, baby. you’re this fuckin’ wet already?” kaminari sniggers, highly entertained, before kissing and biting at your neck, fingertips gliding over your clit, pulling out of your clothes to show you the clear strings of slick that connect his digits as he scissors them. “just think…” he goes on to say, slapping a palm over your clothed pulsing sex before he returns his fingers back to your panties, rubbing one out on your swelling clit. “if you hadn't been so mean to us before, we could have been doing this a lot sooner.” 

“m-me? mean?” you gasp, feeling hanta bite down on your right breast, his free hand roughly grasping the other as though not to leave it unattended. he too laughs against the expanse of your skin, goosebumps rising across it, and his lips map their way along one shoulder. “‘m sorry,” you’re too flustered to think why, dopamine and sex hormones dancing through your veins, fogging your mind of all clarity.

“fuck kami, she doesn’t even know what she’s sorry for.” the dark haired idol groans into your flesh as his tongue slides underneath the swell of your breast, painting you with a layer of drool. “bet she’ll say anythin’ for us to keep touching her up, fuck her, maybe…” his words are foul, vulgar but make your entire body tremble in the electric blonde’s hold, his strong arms keeping you up while he teases the length of your slit and gathers your juices to rub into your nub, pulling back the hood for maximum sensitivity. “how’s that sound sweetheart, you want us to fuck you?”

your mouth wills you to speak, but it’s filled with cotton and the only sounds that escape you are shaky mewls and squeaks. kaminari eases two digits past your fluttering entrance, thrusting them in tune with the rabid licks hanta gives to your sensitive chest— he lets his hand join his band mate’s, stimulating your puffy clit and filling the air with a tune of lewd squelches and slurps. 

“look at you, cutie, you can’t even speak…guess we’ll just have to make the decision for you, yeah?” kaminari is condescending in a way that lights the fire of lust deep within you— curling his digits to graze that spongy spot that makes you see stars while your viscous juices drip into the seat of his palm. when he hits your g-spot, you spasm between the two idols— gripping onto sero’s shoulder to steady yourself. 

“fuck, that’s cute.” sero hums, looking up at you with his pupils blown so wide they swallow the colour of his eyes. “i wanna make her cum denks, i think she’s close.” 

with newfound vigour, denki speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of you— licking a hot stripe along your neck and just behind your ear. “c’mon, you heard him. let’s cum for han, sweetheart.” the idol dancer goads you with sly words that send shivers down your spine, while pleasure stacks like sturdy bricks inside of you. he strokes you into the shape of him, hanta rolls your clit to his heart’s content making your arousal gather in your pussy lips and tainting the air with the blossoming scent of you. 

“she’s clenching so fuckin’ hard around my fingers, shit. you’re so fucking tight, god.” 

they still act like you don’t exist, like you’re some toy, and that somehow makes everything hotter “oh my god— f-fuck , k-kami! sero—!“ your needy whimper bounces off of the glass mirrors, the grip you have on hanta’s shoulder tightening, nails forming crescent moons against his manuka honey skin even from over his shirt. 

“gotta stretch her out, denks, c’mere, scissor your fingers a bit.” sero instructs, and you feel hot all over with both of their hands stuffed down your pants. kaminari does as he says, scissoring his two digits to prepare you for later, his cock and chest swelling with pride when you flutter around him and throw your head back. “that’s it sweets, oh you’re so close aren’t you? you gonna cum? ‘n so soon too.” 

sinner’s smiles pull at amused lips when your body gives in, and ecstasy mounts along with the urge to close your trembling thighs around the two large hands that control your pleasure. “c-can’t…hold it!” you squeak, gaze honed in on the movement beneath your clothes, fingers pumping in and out of your sticky cunt and drawing shapes over your equally messy clit. 

“let go for us then, sweetheart,” kaminari purrs, sucking on your pulse point, until a silent scream rips through your chest— the stacked bricks of delight tumbling down as if it had been knocked over by a sledgehammer. your release shoots out of you, drooling from your sweet pussy that blossoms like a flower in spring for the boys. clear streams squirt from your puffy sex, soiling your sweats but you’re too fucked out to care, letting it slide down the length of your slit and drop down your thighs. neither sero or kaminari slow their fingers through your high, obsessed with how much you gush, unspoken praises spelled out onto your clit until it’s raw.

“it’s too much… oh— please!” shaking, you let the boys guide you through your release and collapse into them. 

“it’s too much? poor baby…that’s it, such a pretty little squirter, huh?” soft coos fall upon your ears as you finally come back down to earth— blinking away the white that flashed behind your eyes when you came. “we’re not done with you yet, though baby.” you recognise its sero who’s speaking, his voice thick with lust and more timbre than you remember. “turn around, put your hands on the bar baby. kami, i wanna see her do that again.” 

“fuck yes , you thinkin’ what i’m thinkin?”

with a tremor in your legs, you somehow manage to make it to the mirrors, gripping onto the bar tightly while you regain your breath— a pair of keen lips bite and kiss their way down your spine, hands belonging to another yank your your pants and undies down in one go and grab at the flesh of your ass cheeks and peels them apart despite the slick that keeps them together. both kaminari and sero sink to their knees behind you, their sharp teeth barely piercing your skin as they spread you apart by your shaky thighs and it’s only then, when you feel hot breath against your abused and leaky mound, that you realise what’s going on.

“w-what are you doing?” the whimper bubbles up on your lips as your tongue darts out to wet them, throat running dry in anticipation. 

kaminari pulls at your left cheek, a groan taking root like a sturdy tree deep in his chest before he sets his sights on the way your pussy glistens under the artificial yellow light— pulsing around nothing, sending droplets of your arousal to the floor. “han had this great idea…t’eat you out,” he says as if he’s in awe, as if your clenching cunt is the first one he’s ever seen in his life. “we wanna tongue fuck you sweetheart. both wanna taste you…” 

the blonde shoves his nose against your sex like a crazed animal, the tip nudging against your swollen and prominent clit and he takes a nasty, dirty sniff of your scent. “god yes, please—you can…you can do anything you want,” you plead weakly, words lost on you as heat begins to prickle under your skin like a thousand tiny needles and you press your face into the cool glass mirror to help you cool down. you feel kaminari smirking into the heat between your shining thighs just before his tongue slowly rolls upwards to gather the taste of you spread across the length of your slit— he groans deep, sucking up your juices greedily before hanta yanks him away by electric blonde locks, making him squirm desperately.

“he wasn’t asking you sweetheart, you don’t get to make the decisions here, remember?” sero murmurs cruelly, and you can practically taste the smirk painted across his watermelon glossed lips. “you’re not in charge right now, you know that, silly.” as if to patronise you, he leans in real close and drags his tongue in slow shapes over your clit before fully slotting his mouth against your aroused core, letting go of kaminari to hold your hips still in the process.

“you gotta fuckin’…share with me hanta,” the blonde gripes, watching best friend languidly slip his tongue into your tiny squelching hole— pushing the pink tip up against the pleasure spots along your ribbed walls. hormones waft into the air, fizzling and rattling against each other with increased kinetic energy the faster sero pumps his tongue in and out of you, causing kaminari’s dick to swell painfully and a rush of a arousal to flood his veins. he prods at the dark haired idol, damn near shoves him to get a taste of you too. “y’so wet baby, fuck you’re so wet, ‘mmgod, taste so fuckin’ good.” he rasps, huskiness etched into his tone. kaminari lays his tongue flat against your clit, grinding his words against it until fat droplets of your arousal gather between your fattened folds.

your hands slam against the mirrors as you struggle to keep your composure at how eager and desperate these two tongues are to pleasure you. between them— you have no escape, forced to submit and succumb to the sinful hold they have over you, dragging you to the depths of hell. you can’t find it in you to give a fuck about your careeer when you’re drowning in ecstasy. there’s not an ounce of control you have over your body, biological instinct coaxing you into fucking yourself back onto kaminari and sero’s hungry tongues, writhing against them as sero forces globes of his spit into your tight cunt and fucks up your gushing walls. 

sweat and pheromones, expelled by your salacious and slippery sex taint the air of the practice room— acting almost like an aphrodisiac with the way the boys fight over you with their sloppy, saliva coated tongues, their brains heavy with an addictive type of lust. every time they brush over one another, their whines send vibrations through your body, have your thighs quivering and threaten to give up on you. that’s how good it fucking feels. like they’re making out on your sweet pussy. 

“h-‘m gonna c-cum,” you all but sob, clenching down on hanta’s tongue as he licks into you— barely being able to breathe between him and kaminari who giggles messily at the pout on your lips when you turn back to look at them. they switch places, hanta licking a long stripe up to your clit and denki indulging in your tight hole.

“yeah? oh shit— yeah baby? gonna cream in our mouths like a dirty. fuckin’. slut.” sero punctuates his words with heavy spanks down on your juicy ass, the sound echoing throughout the empty room while he looks up at you through his long dark lashes with a face painted with so much of your arousal, he looks like a messy eater. you squeeze down on kaminari eagerly, tears brewing in your eyes, chest heaving and tongue rolling out of your noisy mouth. “atta girl sweetheart! show us your pretty face, work for that orgasm, hm?” hanta coaxes you towards your high, replacing his tongue with his fingers to trace his name onto your clit once move, using a free hand to pull your ass back onto his bandmate’s eager mouth. “there we. fuckin’. go!” 

kaminari pulls back for only a moment, spitting on your clit and watching it run down your core, catching it with the tip of his pink tongue before it hits your thighs. “ hmygod , sero keep talkin’ to her like that, she clenches so good when you do. she wants to cum so bad. poor baby!” the blonde whines like he’s the one being fucked to high heaven, slapping your clit with three fingers between sero rubbing you off, gasping for air between kitten licking your core. 

“k-kami—! sero, ‘m gonna…‘m gonna— oh fuck!”

your body and muscles burn from throwing it back onto them, limbs shaking and your throat is raw from all the squeaks and squeals and mewls you let out— the knots in your stomach unravel the closer you get and before you know it, you’re cumming for a second time. “that’s it, good girl. good girl,” your soul feels like it’s on fire, incinerating you from the inside out as they hotly press into you with rapid tongues and skilled fingers as kaminari swallows all of your release. sero joining him to get a taste of you too.

they slow their roll as you come back down, white noise fizzing in your ears and once more you’re rendered useless while they position you to how they like it. “you here with us baby?” you hear sero ask once you’ve come to, his molten chest pressed into your sweaty back and his hands wrapped around your thighs. 

blinking twice, you look up to see kaminari, golden irises darkened with lust and his head cocked to the side, menacing grin on his lips. “there she is, almost had us worried for a second cutie,” he talks to you through a pout, his hands on your ass and you realise they’re holding you up between them. “throw your arms around my neck cutie, legs around my waist too. we’re gonna fuck you now, kay?” 

“b-but i— i’m sensitive, i don’t think i can…” you shake your head in slight protest, but your body betrays you and you can feel your selfish cunt slicking up again at the thought of being filled by the two mischievous idols. you do as you're told, locking your thighs at the slope of kaminari’s slender waist, arms linking behind his head as well. their clothes are gone too.

“don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t, my dick’s been aching for this sweetheart,” denki grunts harshly, and your gaze drops to where his dick stands tall and pretty between you, mushroomed tip leaking against your soft tummy, blue-ish veins wrapping around the length of him. “you’re the one who caused this mess, dragged us here…”

you can feel hanta against your ass too, grinding into you slowly— a little shorter than kaminari but curved so deliciously you’re practically gargling at the thought of him being inside you. “don’t be mean denks, after all this is about making it up to her, yeah?” he groans, still not listening to your wishes as his hand slips between your bodies to tap his searing hot cockhead against your abused clit. “ain’t that right baby? you’re gonna take it though, right? it’s the least you could do for us after being so mean… after we let you get away with it and cum too.” he says, and you seize up as sero bullies his way inside of you slowly like he knows he’s too thick for your tiny cunt. “fuck baby, so tight… ‘n after all we did to open you up too…”

“han…you in yet? i wanna fuck her …please,” kaminari sounds like he’s close to begging, his voice trembling, forehead pressed against yours while his friend pushes himself deeper and deeper into your silken walls. you feel almost bad, whimpering a breath’s width away from his lips and reaching out to palm his throbbing length, thumb gliding over his burning tip and rubbing drops of precum into it as if to ease the pain. “ooh, okay, good girl. play with me a little, just like that.” 

hanta tries again, brows furrowed as he adjusts his grip on your thighs and peels his sweaty chest from your back, pulling his cockhead from the snugness of your drooling cunt before thrusting up— forcing himself past your greedy entrance as it clenches down on every inch of hanta that fills you up. “holy shit, i’m…god fuck you’re tight. ‘m in kami, jesus you wanna feel her.” he chokes on his saliva, pacifying himself by marking up your shoulder and neck.

a wet and shaky sigh lies on the seam of your lips while hanta’s milky tip brushes along your insides and you clench at the delicious twinge of pain you get from him stretching you out. “ease up baby, he won’t be able to fit if you clamp down like that,” sero coos, you nod and press your face into kaminari’s neck— biting down on his milky flesh when he presses up hotly alongside sero, grinding his sex against you both before finally pushing in.

“christ, you’re so warm,” kaminari finally speaks, holding you tight while you adjust to the burn of both of their cocks filling your cunt. he slurs over the weight of the saliva sitting heavy on his tongue— your insides already being churned up by the pressure of two dicks pressing close to your cervix. “not gonna last long…gotta fuck you, make you feel it.” the blonde sets a steady pace to his hips as they pump his cock up into you, and it’s like you’re so full that you can practically feel him in your throat. your breathing is ragged, face burning as you cry out and dig your nails into denki’s shoulders, slowly beginning to use him as leverage to fuck yourself down onto him.

when denki pushes in, hanta pulls out, the stream and sensual rolls forming orgasmic knots in your lower tummy— the blonde’s pelvis smooshed right up against your sensitive pleasure nub. they’re girthy, fighting your selfish cunt to pull out as your fall into a tune of slippery and creamy sex. you let out small, teary bleats each time they fuck up into you, the salacious song telling so much more than tunes of lust while the boys overwhelm every single one of your senses. none of it is enough, despite how full you are, despite how they fuck you at growing pace, taking turns to churn up your sloppy insides and fill you with an endless supply of pleasure. 

you need more. 

you need them.

“kiss me,” you growl to denki, bright lust coursing through your veins and he almost misses your words with the way your skin slaps against one another loudly, creating a tune along with the harmonised moans of the three of you. “kami—“ you warn as your voice rises an octave, but he cuts you off, pressing his spit slicked lips against your own and you moan, tasting yourself on his tongue. the idol licks harshly into your mouth, rolling his tongue over your own as if to fuck you like he was with your cunt. it’s messy, dirty, and strings of saliva connect you both when the need for oxygen finally makes you pull apart.

his cheeks are flushed, bright but you don’t get to admire his fucked out face for long— not with sero pulling you by the chin to face him, “don’t go leavin’ me out, princess.” he coos huskily, a lazy smile on his lips before he surges forward to kiss you too, invading your mouth with everything that he has to give you. a feather light touch, also belonging to the dark haired idol, drifts up to your chest again, tweaking your puffy nipples between your body and kaminari’s, just so he can hear you cry out. sweat drips from your forehead in obtuse beads, arousal from your ravaged cunt as it’s pounded and played with by two deliciously hot cocks, and kaminari is quick to lick up the trace of sweat and tears that glides down your baby fat cheeks.

you see it now, why anyone would quit their job after being fucked from hell to heaven by the pair of idols— especially when they’ve seen you at your filthiest and most pathetic, but you don’t see yourself giving this up either. not with the way sero and kaminari tear your cunt apart, plunging as deep as they can go, taking turns to paint your insides with the seed that dribbles from their aching tips— piecing you back together with hot and wet kisses and touches that make you see god while your pussy swallows not one, but two perfect cock’s whole. hanta’s curves just right, never leaving your g-spot, not giving you room to breathe.

“don’t stop— don’t you dare fuckin’, s-stop!” you squeal like a little lamb being sent to the slaughter house, kaminari’s veiny hands roughly gripping your ass to bounce you up and down on their two cocks. it’s pathetic how they’ve reduced you to begging, humiliating at most but you don’t want anything less than to be fucked like this, shamelessly, messily with crude mixes of yours and the boys’ arousal painting your skin and slapping to the floor. “oh god!” you cry, early release streaming from your cunt but you don’t dare to stop even them. 

“this is my favourite part,” kaminari huffs lewdly, hips moving impossibly faster than they were before— splitting you open on his dick, spelling his name across your insides like he’s signing something away for a fan. “watchin’ em break— you break so pretty for us darlin’, you like being a mess on my dick?” he coos selfishly, balls heavy with a load of cum just for you smacking your against your ass and hanta’s on your cunt. the scent of sex hangs in the air, clinging onto the moans that fill it too. some of them spell the syllables of your name, others are curse words thick with a craving for you and only you. 

sero tuts from behind you, “ our dicks,” he chides kaminari but his voice sounds broken, tight as he takes you over and over again— a bruising grip on all inches of your body. your waist, your thighs, your neck as he pulls you back to kiss him once more. he makes both you and kaminari a mess, who trembles against your front every time the taller idol fucks up into you. “‘minari, fuck…can feel you every time you thrust into her…shit, you’re so good. she’s so good, aren’t you baby? makin’ it up to us so well.” he chokes on his words like you choke his cock, feeling them both slide against your walls in unison. 

their thrusts become irregular, less rhythmic as they push whatever leaks from their tips further and further into your cunt, right up against that pretty cervix of yours. all that dance pays off, both boys making good use of their built up stamina to pound away at your pleasure spot and make you see stars. “oh shit…fuck this cock, fuck it sweetheart,” kaminari damn near wails, lifting and dropping you down onto their throbbing lengths to suit their own needs. “han… ‘m close, don’t think …” his face pushes into your neck, addressing you next. “ baby, don’t think i can hold it off.”

“hold it kaminari.” hanta warns, fumbling between your bodies and salt licked limbs to find your clit, desperate not to leave you behind as his own orgasm creeps up on him too. “we gotta, oh man, we gotta make her cum too..” the fact that they throb against one anotherwithin your pulsating walls only serves to drive the three of you insane— pussy frothing and papping, their precum painting your puffy folds, smoothing right over your clit and creating a messy ring around the base of their shafts, liquid lust and thick white oozing down their balls. 

“fuck making her cum,” the electric blonde idol heaves, rutting into you at a pace that chases his own high. “if she thinks we’re mean, that— god… we’ve been picking on her; then we can be mean..we’ll be mean baby. ‘mma fill you up. see who’s mean then.” kaminari rambles the closer he gets, fucking you faster to the point where both you and hanta can’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back, limbs weakening and threatening to give up on you. you don’t want this to be over, don’t want to be left behind and desperately jut your hips down on the boys so you can cum too. your sexes move together like a passionate and sensual dance, sick and lewd and leaving you right on the edge.

sero tries so hard to hold back, but with kaminari controlling the pace the world falls away all too fast— he pulls out, ripping your high away from you as he crashes and burns, painting your sticky thighs with white, tapping his tip against your tummy as he calms down. hanta soon follows, shooting his load against the curve of your ass as he shudders, choked moans painted into your skin. 

as the boys come down, part of you feels used— your sex raw and over stretched and your tummy heavy with the need for release. they’ve left you hanging, used you for their fun, left your empty. 

and you’re absolutely furious .

sero let’s go of your thighs, gently dropping you to the floor as kaminari searches for the clothes they discarded earlier. “who the fuck said i was done?” you snarl, voice hoarse from how much you’d moaned for them. you grab hanta by the shoulders, forcing him down on his knees (only able to since he’s taken by surprise)— you shift your hands to the roots of his obsidian hair, dragging the idol to your heated core. “you’re gonna make me cum, don’t think for a second…that you were gonna leave me hanging.” 

there’s something about the way you switch, that keeps sero in place— eyes glazing over again as he nods his head, smoothing over your thighs as his mouth finds your cunt once more, lips sucking around your clit in obedience. he whines as you tug on his hair tightly, pushing your face down against his tongue as it builds up a slow and steady pace, tasting himself smeared between your folds. “‘m sorry,” hanta mumbles between sucking on your pussy lips and wrapping his arms around your hips to keep you down on his face. “wanted to make you cum, wanted t’taste you again, but kami—“ 

you forget that the dark haired idol has a tongue that works magic like the gods, how fast he’d been able to bring you to orgasm earlier with it but you steel yourself, gripping the dance bar as you coo down sero. “you’re sorry now? sorry that you couldn’t make a girl cum? must happen often. poor baby.” your words are mean, fuelled by the anger you feel, by the dull ache in your core from the loss of your orgasm— you want that back, you want the pathetic excuse of a man between your thighs to bring you there and finally teach him a lesson. let him know that you’re not just some toy to mess around with. “y-you’re embarrassing , really.” and it is, for hanta with his reputation for fucking to be brought to his knees just by one look from you. even so, he’s still fucking good with his mouth.

rocking your hips across his face, you cast your eyes to where kaminari stands— having given up on searching for his clothes at the sight of you riding his bandmate’s face. “you gonna jus’ stand there and watch? or should i tell everyone you’re going to fuck over how useless your dick really is?” the threat makes his face crumple but his cock twitch alive once more. could it be from humiliation? the way you fuck yourself down on sero’s tongue like you own it? he doesn’t know, he doesn’t care— gravitating over to your bodies and wrapping himself behind you once more. “that’s a good boy kami. make yourself useful.” 

maybe todoroki’s right, maybe they do like when you talk down on them. 

his breath is hot against your shoulders, littered with love bites and bruises from how roughly the boys had taken you earlier but you can tell that the blonde is hesitant to touch you— shy , almost, from where you’ve talked down on him. with one hand in hanta’s hair, you use the other to pinch kaminari by his slender waist and drag him closer. “h-how do you want me?” he asks, the gold in his eyes sparkling as he watches sero’s pink tongue peek out to flick against your swollen clit, slurping up your juices loudly, keenly like there’s no tomorrow. 

letting your head fall back against his shoulder, throaty moan escapes you— drawn out as hanta uses the tip of his tongue to circle your hole, mewling against your mound until the vibrations making your body seize up. “use that sorry excuse of a cock of yours yeah? help han out with actually making me finish.” it’s like you’re scolding him, the expression written in your darkened eyes read a mix of neediness and disappointment, making the blonde flush red. he fumbles with his half hard cock, slapping it against your ass cheeks with a wet whimper from the sensitivity.

both of you hiss as he pushes into you for the second time that morning, cheek pressed against your back enough for you to feel kaminari trembling, his tip dragging against your inner walls. it won’t take him much to get you to your high, between fucking you from behind and sero lapping at the juices beginning to gather where you and kaminari join. “how are you still this tight?” he states more than he asks, lifting one of your legs over hanta’s shoulders as he bottoms out inside of you with ease— guided by the precum and sweet nectar that drips out of you. “g-god i don’t think i can—“ 

“i don’t care—“ you huff, gripping onto golden blonde roots, rolling your hips back onto kaminari’s with fever— twitching when he hits that spot that has dopamine crashing in waves across your brain. “i don’t care, just…do what you’re s’pposed to be good at—! shit,” he does as he’s told, building up a solid pace to match the way hanta eats you out, licking from the tip of his bandmate’s cock to your clit. whatever the dark haired idol spits onto your cute cunt, the blonde is sure to fuck back into you— like an easy push and pull that has you hiccupping and struggling to keep a grip on reality. 

“can taste you ‘minari, you’re fuckin’ leaking all over her, you both taste so good together…” sero gasps, gripping onto your thighs and angling his head up as his best friend bends you further to hit deeper, bullying his way through your insides once again. 

they know your body by now, kaminari gripping onto sero’s to keep his hot mouth against your gushing mound every time he pulls out— making sure you’re constantly stimulated, dragging you by the ankles to the high they’d ripped away from you. “p-please tell me you’re close, fuck, can feel you clampin’ please tell me you’re there, need you there.” kaminari near sobs into your ear, the stimulation becoming too much for him, heavy balls pounding against your ass and filling the musky air with the clap of skin on skin once more. “focus on her clit hanta, need her to cum f’me.” 

you can feel the pleasure mounting, rebuilding the orgasm that you’d lost earlier and your back arches— thighs nearly suffocating the poor idol between your legs who alternates between suckling on your clit and licking at the ring of precum around kaminari’s cock as it slides past your entrance and a blinding pace. they’ve made their mark on your body, you don’t think you can go back to just anyone else after them— despite how much you want to hate them for making you feel this good. the first gushes of your release floods hanta’s mouth, pretty and milky droplets spreading a candied flavour across his tongue, only driving him to tongue fuck you faster, wild signatures of his name written into your folds with his cheeky pink tongue.

“denks, she’s right there— faster,” he pleads, hungry for more of you. 

you find that denki is good at following orders when he’s just as needy as the rest of you, grabbing at your ass and pulling you straight back onto his red, iron hot girth— to the point where he’s barely pulling out any more, the mix of your arousal and his precum splashing back against his tummy. “oh fuck!” you squeal, clawing at whatever and whoever you can reach. “r-right there d-denki! right fucking there—!” 

“oh fuck, oh fuck— oh fuck! ‘m right behind you, let go— please, just fucking cum.” he chants, using the last of his energy to pound away at you until screams tear in both of your throats, the lust in your lungs finally fizzing away as you finally cum together. it’s like a blinding light behind your eyes, your body collapsing into the boys while kaminari’s load floods your womb— your tummy unravels with him, toes curling as your release splashes to the floor and into sero’s mouth, painting kaminari’s cock too. 

sero catches you as your legs give out, holding you to his chest on the floor while the three of you pant to catch your breath. “holy shit…i think i just came in my pants,” the dark haired dancer laughs, looking down at you with softer eyes as a content smile pulls on your lips. “y-you okay? we were a little rough with you, plus we left you hanging…” 

“yeah, and you’re not doing that shit again.” you mumble, exhaustion settling in your sore limbs and your voice. “next time you’re mad at me for rightfully embarrassing you, don’t try to fuck me away from my job. it’s not gonna work.” 

kaminari slides behind you to join your pile of limbs, resting his face on your back again. “next time? like…you’re not gonna snitch to hawks ‘n quit your job?” he asks nervously, sharing a look with hanta. 

“nah, if you keep dicking me down like this and take me on a few dates. i might be able to keep quiet while working with ya.” 

relief floods their faces, and surprisingly, they pepper your face with kisses— followed by apologises for the way they treated you, though the two idols will have to do more than just fuck you good to make it up to you. details of what you’ll be in the future are saved for later, the three of you scrambling to cover up when you hear voices approaching the dedicated XHEROEZ practice room. 

“i don’t fuckin’ care if those two dumbasses are late for practice, i ain’t responsible for them!” 

“i mean…kinda are bakugou, you are the group leader, man.” 

“he has a point—“ 

“shut the fuck up, half ‘n half. don’t piss me off.” 

“jeez bakugou, don’t be so cranky.” 

“you want summa this, shitty hair?” 

“will you guys behave? it’s too early for this.” 

“sorry midoriya—“ the boys chorus, pushing open the door with sleep in their eyes, still not having noticed the messy scene played out in front of them. “yo… it smells kinda, funky in here…” kirishima frowns, still struggling to get his duffle back through the door.

“oh you’re fucking kidding me!” bakugou groans, his curse words ringing through the entire room as a grossed out look crosses his face. “i swear to fuck, none of you dipshits ever listen to me!” he pinches the bridge of his nose, flashbacks to todoroki and his partner in NYC invading his memory— making him gag. “why am i always the one walking in on you guys fucking?” 

the other boys’ face’s flush red and you wave at them from between kaminari and sero. “h-hey! it was all consensual this time! not that it wasn’t before! but it’s all good! she won’t quit on us like the others!” denki scrambles for an excuse, waving hus hands about the place.

“denki stop moving around like that, i can see your dick.” todoroki laughs, averting his eyes. midoriya and kirishima mumble in agreement. 

“nothing you haven’t seen before—“ 

“— don’t tell hawks. please.” sero pleads and cuts the blonde off, scratching the back of his neck.

“whatever, just put some fucking clothes on for christ’s sake, and get us a new practice room— ‘m not dancing in a room that smells like your nut.” bakugou scolds, abruptly exciting the practice room with a tired and mildly disturbed face— the other XHEROEZ members following suit. 

in the end, you stay the designated choreographer for the group— your relationship with both idol dancers begrudgingly approved by hawks (he catches wind of it when noise complaints are made about their practice room). you keep the boys on a tight leash, having them work hard to see them up on stage again, especially kaminari and sero. bakugou jokes that you have them trained like dogs but little does he know how much you have them wrapped around your fingers.

only you know how much discipline your two little dancers really have.