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Tenya is a romantic at heart. Perhaps a little old-fashioned as well, but only where it counts.
He’s in a happy, loving relationship with two of his favorite people in the world, with whom he is currently sharing a nice little apartment, and their half anniversary is coming up.
Six months is an important milestone, he thinks.
They’ve been the happiest six months of his life, so he wants to repay his partners for the love and kindness they give him daily… and what better way could there be, than by planning the perfect first time?
The moment they’ve been obviously building up to, with subtle hints and even the occasional flirty touch – but always so rudely interrupted by work, work, and more work.
It'd be incredibly unwise to splurge on what is technically not a real anniversary and at a time when they’re still having trouble budgeting on their rookie Pro Hero salaries – Izuku and Ochako have quickly become infamous for their weekly property damage, but Tenya is on it.
Still, they all deserve to take a night off. Tenya wants to absolutely pamper his lovers.
He's also almost confidently sure that Izuku and Ochako both have different dates marked down, since Izuku didn’t realize they were dating to begin with, and Ochako thought Tenya was only dating Izuku for some time – it was a whole thing, or rather two whole things, but a resolution was eventually met, and although Tenya has made sure to explicitly spell it out for them ever since, he hopes that it will still come as a surprise.
His partners are a bit scatter-brained, but Tenya is organized and precise enough for all three of them.
He happily and meticulously plans a simple but romantic dinner, with a very special end that will hopefully leave his partners speechless. He chooses a medium range price restaurant with a convincing balance of sweet and savory in their menu to appease both of their palates, gathers and hides fresh ingredients in the back of the fridge for a reinvigorating breakfast in the morning, and transforms their bedroom into a temple of romance.
Rose petals, candles, heart-shaped chocolates – he refuses to use glitter, despite many websites recommending it, because as excited as he is for them to get downright messy, there’s a limit to what his poor, neat heart can take. He even sets up a little refreshment corner.
It’s cliché, but undoubtedly romantic enough that he doesn’t feel too guilty for not allowing himself to truly go overboard, since Izuku and Ochako deserve the best of the best, and more still. (He already has big plans for their actual anniversary and has begun sneakily saving money to make sure it happens, so that helps with the feeling of not doing enough for them.)
Tenya has also spent the past six months – and honestly years – observing his partners, marking down stray comments and ideas to lead him to make the perfect first time together happen. None of them have gone beyond a few superficial and spontaneous touches, and despite what most websites suggested – a slow, gradual exploration of their bodies - Tenya wants them to go all the way.
He's ready, and he knows his partners are too, and probably even more eager than he is. They’ve been living together for months, and technically years before that, even if that was a different experience - Tenya’s seen and heard things, and he’s sure that Izuku and Ochako can say the same, so.
Tenya is sure that it’s the right moment. The right time.
He schedules them all a night and a day off – well, only half a day for Izuku, because Pro Hero Deku is just too important to give up for too long, but that’s enough. More than enough.
Naturally, though, everything has to go wrong.
Most of the day goes by rather smoothly. Villains seem to have collectively decided not to cause too much trouble, which lulls Tenya into a false sense of security.
But then Ochako’s dress tears before they even make it to the restaurant; said restaurant informs him that they are not able to provide the dessert they are known for because of an inventory mistake; then Tenya’s credit card humiliates him by demagnetizing itself at the worst possible time.
Izuku even steps in some ill-mannered individual’s dog’s poop on their way to a fancy ice cream place, and then Tenya steps in another one just a couple of minutes later, which results in him angrily typing an e-mail to the town hall, because that kind of behavior is unacceptable! He’s so distracted that ice cream drips on his jacket, and that just feels like yet another punch to the stomach.
By the time they get back to their shared apartment, Tenya is a tightly wound ball of stress about to implode. He feels so utterly defeated and unworthy of the two special people in his life that the state of the bedroom completely slips from his mind, too busy worrying about how to get himself to calm down and then seduce his partners.
Izuku and Tenya both rush to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the bathtub and scrubbing the dirty soles of their shoes. Izuku talks about the intricate plan to take Bakugo on a secret hiking vacation for his birthday, and Tenya feels bad for being too busy comparing himself to his boyfriend instead of being proud of his organizational skills.
Tenya is so distracted by his shame and general feeling of dejection that Ochako’s gasp has him thinking there’s a villain in their home.
“Oh my god- what- did you do this, Tenya?!”
Half a second later he’s standing at the doorway, his calves burning from activating his quirk, stunned by the sight of Ochako – beautiful and shirtless – bending over the bed and caressing its surface with a hand.
Izuku leans against him, peering from behind his body, and gasps.
“This is beautiful,” Izuku says.
Tenya watches with horror as Izuku steps in and shares a look with Ochako. They turn towards him, and Tenya realizes he’s sweating.
His throat feels tight, but he manages to whisper a flustered, “I can’t believe I…”
Ochako’s brows wrinkle, then relax. She smiles. “I can’t believe you’ve been so stressed out about the amazing date night you planned that you forgot about all of this,” she says, softly.
“Ah, it’s noth-”
“It’s not nothing,” Izuku interrupts. “It’s a lot. A lot of effort, and a lot of love.”
“I- I haven’t even lit the candles! I completely forgot! My efforts were for nothing, and the romantic atmosphere is ruined! That’s a terrible mistake on my part, and I deeply apologize! I failed you both, my loves! I’m unworthy of your love!”
To his utter horror, Ochako laughs.
“Oh no- I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I would never- you’re just so ridiculously adorable!”
Izuku smiles. “He is, isn’t he?”
“Ah, shut it, you. You’re also so, so cute. I guess I should’ve realized I have a thing for nerds.”
Izuku and Tenya let out a synchronized hey and the tension is effectively broken. Trust their sweet, smart Ochako to always know what to say to cheer people up.
“I truly am sorry about how tonight went,” Tenya starts. “It was supposed to be magical and-”
“And it was! You’re both so handsome with suits on, you gave me your jacket like a true gentleman, the food was so good – I still can’t believe you let me order two servings of pasta, I’m so full – and we even got to see you get all red and huffy while we ate ice cream!”
Izuku nods vehemently. “You’re really, really hot when you’re mad. Seriously. Not to take anything away from the amazing restaurant you picked, because I still have many thoughts to share, but that was the highlight of the night. Well- until now.”
“Agreed. We get to have a great time, then come home and find out that you’ve turned our bedroom into the most romantic setting ever, and we’re supposed to, what? Let you belittle yourself over planning a fantastic night? That’s not happening, Tenya.”
Tenya splutters. When he manages to recollect himself, face now burning from the unexpected compliments more than shame, he tries to explain that, “My loves, you should have higher standards! Tonight was a disaster, and I take full responsibility for not having considered the possibility of-”
“Nuh-huh,” Ochako interrupts, and Tenya clicks his mouth shut at her tone. “I don’t wanna hear it, and neither does Izuku. Right?”
“You always remind me that I can’t think about everything and everyone, that I should let things go sometimes,” Izuku says, unwrapping and eating a chocolate heart with shaky hands. “Will you follow your own advice? For once? For us?”
“But I-”
“Honestly, now that we’re here,” Ochako interjects, looking up at him with something intense in her eyes that shuts him right up, “I just want you both to get naked and make good use of this romantic little spread. Is that okay?”
Izuku laughs, his face red and spotty. His tie is crooked, and Tenya’s been too distracted to notice and fix it, but it doesn’t matter, because Izuku’s hands come up to untie it in silent agreement. He places it on the dresser, then picks up the lighter that Tenya left there this morning.
Tenya steps towards him and says, “Please, at least allow me to-”
“No,” Izuku interrupts, his tone resolute. “It’s our turn to take care of you. You’ve already done too much for us.”
Ochako gasps. “Wait! I- I actually had something- oh my god, if we’re really doing this I need to- you two, turn around! Now!” Ochako looks at them, they look at each other, and then turn around. “And close your eyes!”
“But-”
“Just do it!”
Tenya closes his eyes, his stomach churning with nerves.
To be honest, he hasn’t let himself fantasize about this part of the plan for fear of getting… distracted. But now he can hear Ochako rummaging through the dresser and Izuku muttering unintelligible words next to him, and there’s not a lot he can do to avoid getting lost in his thoughts now.
He does have an idea to get around to first. His lovers clearly appreciated the surprise – despite Tenya still being convinced that the way tonight went is far below what they deserve, which will only push him to do better to really wow them in the future – but they want to take care of him, whatever that entails. An idea that was not among the vague scenarios he contemplated, but he’s not against it. Not at all.
Tenya’s surprised by how much he likes the suggestion.
“You can turn back now.”
Ochako is standing in front of them, cheeks red and hair a little disheveled from how fast she changed, and did she change.
She’s wearing fancy lingerie. Something they’ve never seen her wear. It looks dark in the not too bright lighting in the room, and it takes a long moment for Tenya to realize what color it is, and- well.
It seems that Izuku realizes it at the same time, because a loud gulp resonates in the otherwise silent room. It might as well be Tenya’s, though – his mouth is watering.
She’s wearing dark teal lace. A mix of green and blue.
“…Well…? …Do you like it?”
Izuku clears his throat. “…Do you like it?”
“What the hell? I bought it and put it on for you!”
“Oh! Oh. Then- well, of course-”
“Our Hero colors,” Tenya finds himself saying.
Ochako smiles knowingly. “I take it you like it, then?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,” Izuku echoes. “Of course.”
Tenya knows he should say something else – they both should! Ochako deserves to know just how stunning she is – but she’s resumed lighting the remaining candles with a smug little smile on her face, and Tenya’s mouth just won’t open. He can’t stop staring at her.
It’s not the first time they’ve seen her like this, but it’s usually in passing. Watching her change in or out of her everyday clothes, pajamas, Hero costume. But now it’s almost as if she’s giving them a show. Now she’s theirs to look, to admire. To touch…
They haven’t done much beyond some making out and fumbling over clothes, except for that one time when a freshly graduated and slightly tipsy Izuku stuck one hand each inside Tenya and Ochako’s pants. The memory of Izuku’s fingers cupping him, then wrapping around his cock, and Ochako’s soft, breathy sighs next to him… That moment’s still burned inside Tenya’s mind, always ready to jump up whenever he’s alone and feeling a certain way…
Once she’s done, Ochako walks up towards him. “Oh, Tenya, Tenya, our amazing Tenya. What do we have to do with you?”
His mouth goes from watering to desert dry. Her voice is so sweet, so kind, and she’s even more gorgeous up close, looking up at him with her big round eyes. Her hands caress his shoulders, something she’s done so many times, but now feels so different. Makes his knees feel weak.
“Always so formal…” Ochako continues in a low voice, slowly undoing his tie. “Always so serious and tense, even when you don’t need to be.”
Tenya doesn’t dare speak, only watches Ochako’s hands as they float his tie to the dresser, and then start undoing his shirt buttons. One by one, her fingers travel lower and lower.
“So ambitious and thoughtful, planning our first time so attentively… You deserve to lie back and let us take care of you after all you did tonight. After all you do for us every day. Right, Izuku?”
“R-right.”
Tenya looks at Izuku and sees that he’s taken off his shirt and is now fiddling with the edge of his compression sleeve.
“You don’t need to take it off,” Tenya says.
He finds that it’s easy to find the words when they’re needed to reassure his partners.
…And perhaps it’s a guilty pleasure of his, and maybe it’s not that hard to guess, either, but Tenya is most certainly a fan of following any health practitioner’s instructions and practicing proper physical self-care.
“It’s not… sexy, though,” Izuku retorts.
“I’m sure Tenya’s thinking something like ‘there’s nothing sexier than good blood circulation,’” Ochako says with a smirk. Tenya flushes. “And I agree. I have big plans for those arms of yours.”
“Are we really doing this, then?”
“If you-”
“Oh, I do! I just want to make sure we’re on the same page!”
Ochako laughs at Izuku, who looks blissfully unashamed of his enthusiasm.
“Tenya? I know you planned this, but it’s okay if you changed your mind.”
Tenya takes a moment to consider that these are two of the people he loves most in the world, and they love him back – so much so that they’re ready to give themselves to him, just like he’s ready to do the same and has been for a while, now. There truly is no safest place in the world, and there is no better time.
He allows his lovers’ confidence to be contagious and tells them so.
Ochako just nods and kisses him. Hands cupping his cheeks, she pulls him down and lets their mouths connect in a kiss that’s old and new at the same time. Her usual love and passion seep through, but they run deeper now, almost ravenous.
Izuku undresses him from behind, his big hands shamelessly groping Tenya’s arms and shoulders and abdomen until he reaches Tenya’s pants. The belt clinks on its way to the floor, and only then does Tenya realize that he’s been humming his delight right into Ochako’s mouth.
Then Izuku’s pulling him away from her, turning him around, and kissing him. His lips are insistent, even hungrier than Ochako, and Tenya lets himself be kissed as Ochako pulls down his pants.
Ochako suddenly taps him and he’s floating, heart beating hard and fast in his ribcage until she gives him a little push and lets him fall on the bed, breathless. His stomach doesn’t stop churning for even a second.
Half sprawled on the bed, Tenya watches his lovers kiss. Izuku’s hands tease the edge of Ochako’s panties – the dark lace a testament to her commitment, a rare show of indulgence that makes Tenya’s stomach flutter and then melt, all the way down to where he’s obscenely tenting his own underwear.
Izuku is not faring any better – his thin, tight boxers showcase his enthusiasm, as if him pulling Ochako closer by the waist and grinding his arousal right against her thigh wasn’t clear enough.
The two of them look so good together that Tenya can’t help but reach down to press a hand on his cock. He sighs and repeats the movement, subconsciously trying to match the pace of his lovers’ eager mouths.
They part too soon for his liking, but the matching, hungry gazes they fix him with are enough to make him forget about anything but his own embarrassment. He moves his hand from between his legs and instantly regrets it – his arousal is apparent, standing tall and wet and straining the fabric, almost preening under their attention.
Tenya is mortified, but he’s also never been so painfully stiff – it’s a vicious circle, a spiral he has no plan on climbing his way out of, because much like Izuku’s pants, hastily pushed down by Ochako’s nimble fingers, Tenya lets himself fall.
“There’s a-” Tenya clears his throat, his voice rough and gritty. “There’s a white paper bag on the dresser with supplies inside. I looked for products with seemingly reputable reviews, then tested what I could on myself, just to be sure.”
Tenya only has a split second to worry that he went too far – there are some sex toys he couldn’t try out since he isn’t completely sure how they work, but he wanted to be thorough and offer as many choices as possible – before Ochako is giggling and skipping towards the dresser.
“Oh! To be honest, I don’t even know what half this stuff is for,” she says, rummaging through the bag, “But the thought of you using all of these on yourself is really hot.” She takes out a butt plug and shows it off.
“You should let us watch you- in the future,” Izuku offers, cheeks just as red as Ochako.
“Please, Tenya.”
Tenya is speechless, mouth sticky with excess saliva at the thought of his partners asking him for something so simple and yet so obscene.
“I don’t think we need much, at least for tonight- ah, sorry,” Izuku sheepishly cuts himself off, after reaching inside the bag and coming out with a bottle of lubricant that has anal beads stuck around its neck. “We definitely don’t need these.”
“I don’t know, I think they’d look good inside Tenya- wait, oh my- did you- did you try them too?”
“Ah, n-no. I- well, I attempted to, but I found it a bit… too advanced.”
Izuku’s eyes shamelessly fall on Tenya’s lower half. Tenya looks back at Ochako just in time to see her gaze land on his legs, which are still spread open, bent at the knees and squirming in a most indecent display of lust. He holds his breath as he looks between the two of them, watching them consider, imagine.
“For now,” he adds, not exactly sure why. The heat burning inside his gut is taking over his reason.
It also seems that Tenya underestimated their determination, despite the collective inexperience – a foolish mistake that leaves him floundering, gasping for air under two greedy pairs of hands and two equally demanding mouths after Izuku and Ochako all but pounce on him.
They trade heated kisses for a while, although Tenya’s mouth hardly gets any spare time to breathe. It’s dizzying, but Tenya’s spent his whole life building stamina, so he’s not going to let them down – especially not when they have decided to focus on him.
Nobody dares take off the last few pieces of garment. Tenya can’t say he minds, because Ochako looks dazzling with lace digging into her soft skin, and Izuku has the kind of physique Tenya has never dared to admire despite the many chances he’s had in the past – yet another forbidden desire.
It’s only fair he indulges now.
He allows his eyes to roam freely, but quickly realizes that there’s just too much to see. Too much beauty to take in. And Tenya is so overwhelmingly new to all this, literally lying on his back and helpless to his partners’ every whim. It’s hard to decide where to start.
He begins with a careful hand down the curve of Ochako’s backside, then lets the other slide up Izuku’s thigh. He presses his lips against their mouths just a little harder, makes use of his legs to pull them closer and closer and closer still, until he’s happily crowded into the mattress.
A hand suddenly palms his crotch, feeling him up, and Tenya can’t help but moan. He hides his burning face in Ochako’s hair, searching for her neck and latching onto it with his lips. He’s practiced this part.
“You’re so big,” says Izuku.
“Oh, Tenya,” Ochako pants, as he feels fingers tracing his length. “I wonder what you’d feel like inside me.”
“Mmm, yes- let’s find out…”
“Wait,” Tenya pants. Ochako leans back, leaving him suddenly bare and vulnerable for their eyes to see. “Wait. You… Izuku… I also- I don’t- I want you inside me.”
“Oh god- yeah, okay, of course- I just need to… yeah.”
“Did you practice?” Ochako asks. “Did you use those toys on yourself, think about him?”
“Yes. And you… watching me, sitting on my- on my cock.”
“Fuck,” Izuku groans, and it’s so uncharacteristic of him that Tenya can’t help but find it endearing. And extremely arousing.
“We can definitely make that happen, baby. You really spoil us.”
Tenya’s thought that technically they’re the ones about to spoil him gets interrupted before it can be spoken into existence, because Ochako has activated her quirk on him for Izuku to take off his underwear.
Being naked in front of his partially covered lovers and basically having no control over his body has Tenya’s stomach churning pleasantly. He wishes it was just the effect of Ochako’s quirk, but it’s been a long time since he’s confused the two feelings. He’s long since grown used to the feeling of zero gravity, but not the effect Ochako has on him.
Izuku kneels between his legs, hands pushing them open wider, and Tenya lets him. The gesture is grounding, the fire inside him giving some semblance of something weighing him down.
“Okay, I’m going to stretch you out now. Let me know if anything hurts.”
“Of course, I will notify you if that occurs. Make sure to use an appropriate amount of-”
“Tenya, baby…”
Tenya gulps, nods, and then focuses on her sweet smile.
Izuku massages the area around his rim and Tenya tries not to fall apart already. He’s sensitive and so, so incredibly aroused that the smallest of touches sends shivers up his back, making him arch it up.
Ochako watches, shameless in her interest. She’s still kneeling next to him, a hand absentmindedly caressing his hair and keeping his upper body grounded. It feels nice, but her gaze feels like laser burning his skin, and Tenya feels more trapped than ever – in the best possible way.
Izuku is predictably very meticulous. So gentle and careful. When a finger finally slips inside, Tenya realizes he was so distracted by his method to truly enjoy the feeling of it.
Izuku’s fingers feel different from his own, that much is obvious. They’re thicker, a bit crooked, textured all over, and they slide much deeper than Tenya can reach on his own. He’s still so gentle, more than Tenya usually is on himself, and the carefulness makes his heart beat even faster.
He can feel his cock aching, leaking an inelegant puddle on his stomach, but he’s too embarrassed to ask for them to touch him there. As if reading his mind, Ochako reaches out and wraps her hand around it, stroking it experimentally. It’s a smooth enough slide, which embarrasses him more.
He groans, body squirming. Ochako lets go of him to tease his cockhead with her finger pads, the feeling of them rough and scratchy.
“Ochako, love,” he croaks, “Let me touch you.”
“Yes- okay. Here.”
Ochako lets her legs fall slightly open, giving Tenya’s hand the opening it needs to slide right in between.
“Oh, you’re really… wet.”
“She is?” Izuku gasps, staring at Tenya’s hand. When Tenya pulls his fingers away, they’re glistening.
Ochako wordlessly wraps her hand around his cock again, her grip firmer than before. She starts to stroke him, and it’d be too easy to just lie back and let himself fall apart, but Tenya wants to give back as much as he can.
He reaches out with his free hand to pull one of Ochako’s breasts from her pretty bra. As he does that, he lets his middle finger slide inside her wet cunt with a surprising amount of coordination.
“Angh- oh my god-”
Ochako leans forward, placing a hand on Tenya’s chest for support, her thighs closing and trapping his hand, hips all but humping his wrist. Her other hand stutters but remains wrapped around him, occasionally jerking his cock.
Tenya cups her breast fully, thumbing at her nipple. She moans, so he repeats the action again, and again, and again, instantly addicted to the sounds she makes. He rolls the hard nub between two fingers, momentarily forgetting about his own body and Izuku’s fingers still rocking into him – all he wants is to make her feel good.
Tenya gets bold and delivers a pinch – not too hard, but not too gentle either. Ochako’s reaction is better than he’d hoped for: she chokes on a moan and squirms, hips stuttering against his hand again, thighs trembling hard.
“Tenya…”
Tenya is just living out his wildest fantasies. He releases the other breast from the bra and pinches and squeezes it to his heart’s content, switching with the other occasionally. He makes sure to give equal amounts of attention to both of them, all while Izuku keeps working him open, having added a second finger at some point. The two fingers especially feel good on their way out, when Izuku’s thick, slightly crooked knuckles catch on Tenya’s rim.
Tenya does his best to pump his finger in and out of Ochako’s hole, a movement he’s shamefully practiced while doing research. Ochako looks like she’s about to fall forward, so Tenya offers support by cupping one tit again. He squeezes it once, twice, almost as an afterthought.
“Oh my- fuck.”
When Ochako swears, even Izuku stops to look at her. His fingers are still pressed inside Tenya, who feels himself clench around them.
“Do you like it, my love?”
“No, please, Izuku- don’t- don’t stop, make him-”
At Ochako’s pleads, Izuku abandons all gentleness to insistently press his fingers against Tenya’s prostate.
All Tenya can do is squeeze his eyes shut and breathlessly call out, “N-no, wait- I’m going to…”
Ochako lets her finger pads tease the head of his cock again and cups his balls with her other hand, squeezing them with a little too much strength, and Tenya comes from just that.
He comes all over his stomach, and it seems that the sight of him reaching his peak is just what Ochako needs to follow. She must let go of her quirk as she comes, because Tenya feels his back sink into the mattress. His wrist has started to ache, but Ochako is rutting against it so beautifully, getting his skin so ridiculously wet even through the fabric of her underwear that he suddenly gets the urge to taste it, but he can’t. He can’t, and it’s killing him.
What he can do is slip a second finger inside her cunt, so he does, making Ochako cry out even louder.
It’s a shame that Tenya’s brain has become so foggy and slow from his orgasm as he witnesses Ochako coming undone in front of them for the first time, but it certainly won’t be the last – not even tonight, if Tenya and Izuku can help it.
“That was really hot,” Izuku comments as soon as Ochako lets out a long sigh. “I almost… almost came just by watching you.”
“That would’ve made it even better,” Ochako pants, her voice a little high-pitched. She releases Tenya’s wrist and squirms, legs visibly trembling. “I can’t believe you came like that, Tenya. It was crazy.”
“I know tonight isn’t over yet, but I can’t wait for next time. And every time after that.”
“Yeah,” Ochako sighs again, then pauses. “Oh my- you’re still hard, Tenya. That’s…”
“Impressive,” finishes Izuku.
Tenya squirms, not trusting his mouth to form words properly when they’re both looking at him like that.
“You two okay to continue?”
“Are you kidding,” Ochako breathlessly says, before Izuku has even finished asking the question.
Tenya just hums and nods, because he shares the sentiment.
The tingly feeling in his limbs twirls into a spiral right in his lower belly when Izuku’s fingers resume their job of stretching him out. Izuku now makes sure to avoid his prostate, which Tenya is thankful for, but he’s also more sensitive than before and it’s significantly easier to get lost in the feeling.
He just barely remembers to bring his wrist to his mouth. Ochako whispers oh my god as gives a couple of small, lazy licks, humming around the tangy taste of her.
“Tenya, wait,” Izuku calls out.
He all but climbs over Tenya’s body and gently grabs his forearm. Then he licks up the wet spot, too.
“Really, really can’t wait for next time,” Izuku says.
“You two are ridiculous,” Ochako retorts, but she’s smiling, which means she doesn’t mind that much.
“Sorry- I’m super sappy, I know- I just need to-” Izuku says, cutting himself off against Tenya’s lips.
Tenya gets kissed softly, happily sharing Ochako’s taste back and forth.
Izuku kisses her next, hands pulling her closer. She looks especially beautiful with a heaving, naked chest, her breasts spilling over the pretty lingerie she wore for them. Tenya still hasn’t recovered from that.
Tenya lifts himself up on his elbows and Ochako leans down. Their lips meet in the middle, one of her breasts just barely grazing his arm, and it feels so right.
“I love you both so much,” Tenya admits, which prompts a whole circle of love declarations (and, predictably, some tears on Izuku’s part).
Then Tenya pushes them both away from their group hug and says, “Wait, but- Izuku- you didn’t-”
“Ah yes, but it’s for the best,” Izuku sniffs. “I- I just take a long time- and- you know… after. And I’m really, really excited. So this is really for the best.”
Ochako squints at him but says, “If you say so…”
“Trust me.”
“Next time, right? We can verify it next time. I’m sure Tenya will love that.”
Izuku laughs. “Are you suggesting some kind of- science roleplay?”
“Let’s focus on tonight, for now,” Tenya interjects, only because he’s so, so ready to go.
Izuku sees right through him, but says nothing. Tenya doesn’t let himself be thankful, because he’s sure Izuku will use that against him when he least expects it – although, to be fair, Tenya loves him for that.
“So, how are we doing this?” Izuku asks instead. “Like Tenya said? With you on top of him while I… make love to- to him.”
Ochako giggles. “I think ‘fuck’ would sound a little sexier in this case.”
“But I want it to be romantic!”
“That’s what the rose petals are for.” Ochako stretches her body to touch a bunch of them, while Izuku and Tenya shamelessly stare at her behind. Her body’s mostly muscle, but that’s one spot where she looks and feels especially soft. When she straightens up, the petals are floating. “Cute, right?”
“But Tenya did that, Ochako! I want him to feel romanced by us!”
“Aren’t you feeling romanced, Tenya?”
Tenya smiles. He can’t think of anything more romantic than being able to – or lovingly forced to – sit back, relax, and get to know his partners’ most intimate sides in such a safe and carefree environment, so he says, “Of course. Absolutely.”
Ochako sticks her tongue out and Izuku’s nose scrunches up in response, and Tenya is once again reminded of just how much he loves them.
Before either of them can say anything, Tenya pleads, “Please, make love to me now.”
Patience is an important virtue, but Tenya’s waited long enough.
It’s endearing to watch Izuku and Ochako scramble to get in position. It’s clumsier than Tenya’s ever let himself imagine, and they giggle maybe a little too much, but he not only does not have anything to compare it to, but he wouldn’t have this moment go any other way.
He cherishes their silly, breathless laughter, Izuku’s sweaty and fumbling hands, and Ochako accidentally floating them as they do their best to untangle their limbs.
Ochako eventually manages to straddle Tenya’s thighs, and he is so mesmerized by her big smile and red cheeks that the wetness that meets his cock startles him. His hips jut up from surprise, which makes her cunt slide against him almost too perfectly. They both moan at that, eyes meeting in surprised embarrassment.
Then they turn to look at Izuku, who’s stroking himself and muttering under his breath. “Ah, sorry, I- I could watch you for hours. Days.”
There’s more fumbling as Izuku moves to kneel behind Ochako, the mattress wobbling as he gets settled between Tenya’s legs for a second time.
Ochako is so short and tiny that Izuku – despite still being quite short himself – can look over her shoulder and meet Tenya’s eyes. Ochako also looks at him, and the intensity of their two gazes makes Tenya squirm, anticipation building up inside him.
Being the center of attention is both the best and worst possible outcome to this night, he realizes.
“Okay, are we ready?” Izuku asks.
“Sure,” Ochako says and grins, eyes still stuck on Tenya as she slides back and forth against his hard cock, teasing him.
Tenya merely gasps, unable to offer any coherent response.
Izuku bites his lip to hide his grin but fails. Then he looks down, still smiling, and Tenya feels the head of Izuku’s cock press against his hole.
It’s happening. His lovers are lovingly making fun of him and enjoy doing it a bit too much, but they’re finally about to make love to him.
“Okay, let me just…” Izuku trails off.
Tenya yelps from the sudden feeling of fingers slithering around his cock. Ochako lays her hands on Tenya’s chest, mindful of her fingers in case she accidentally floats him again, and then lifts her hips up. Izuku guides Tenya’s cock to slip inside her on her way down, fingers moving to tease the base of his cock and spread Ochako’s wetness around.
“Wow.”
“Izuku…” Tenya begs, still unable to articulate what he means.
“Sorry. The view from back here is… really something else.”
Ochako laughs, pushing her chest even closer to Tenya’s face.
Izuku finally pushes in, his hands holding Tenya’s cheeks open. Tenya doesn’t get to feel embarrassed, because he’s instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of both his lovers – Ochako tight and warm around him, Izuku stretching him out just enough.
Tenya is reduced to simple thoughts and impressions: everything feels way too good, he’s already so embarrassingly close to another orgasm, and he loves Izuku and Ochako very much.
When Izuku starts rolling his hips in tentative little thrusts, Tenya reaches out to grip Ochako’s thighs. They’re solid, flexing and moving with her as she bounces up and down. Izuku’s movements are slightly erratic, but he’s staring at Tenya with fire in his eyes, and that more than makes up for it.
Tenya watches as Izuku puts his mouth on Ochako’s shoulder and starts sucking a mark into her skin. She shudders, hips stuttering, so Tenya lets his hands slide up to her hips and helps her keep the rhythm.
They eventually find a common rhythm, and Tenya cries out loudly. Izuku fucks in just as Ochako slides down fully on Tenya’s cock, and it’s almost too much for him.
He’s so, so close, and he’s thankfully not the only one.
“Oh, fuck- Tenya,” Izuku moans, head disappearing behind Ochako. Tenya feels nails dig into his thigh and moans. “You keep- you keep squeezing me and I- I don’t think I- I’m not gonna last. Can I go faster? Please?”
“Oh god, please,” Ochako cries out, squeezing around Tenya herself.
Izuku takes Ochako’s words as an answer, fucking into Tenya faster. It’s hard for Tenya and Ochako to match the frantic pace now, but they do try, unleashing a chorus of moans Tenya will never forget.
It’s heavenly until Tenya hears Izuku choke out a, “I- I’m sorry, I- oh my god-” before he pulls out.
Tenya is about to protest, surprised and a little disappointed, but then Ochako giggles out a breathless, “Oh my god, Izuku?!” and Tenya realizes Izuku just spilled over her.
He can’t help but imagine her lower back splattered with white, thick globs leaking down the line between her cheeks, and just the thought of that is infinitely better than the loss of feeling him release inside Tenya…
Tenya’s feet hit the mattress and his hips start rutting up before he even realizes, the thought of Izuku’s come dripping down her crack and eventually reaching the spot where they’re connected sending him into a frenzy.
Ochako almost falls off him and floats herself by reflex, but Izuku is also quick to react. Tenya’s eyes zero in the way Izuku’s hands grab her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he starts lifting her up and down.
It’s safe to say Tenya’s legs give out instantly, his whole body forgetting anything he’s ever learned about movement, because that kind of quirk misuse never occurred to him.
“Oh my god,” he croaks out.
Ochako laughs, just as overwhelmed, covering her face with her hands. Tenya doesn’t like that, so he reaches out to hold them, muscle memory kicking in to make sure she doesn’t touch him with all five fingers.
It’d be a true tragedy if she stopped floating right now, since Izuku is building such a nice rhythm that has Tenya’s thighs shaking and his toes curling, and Ochako writhing above him as she lets Izuku use her like a toy.
He can hear Izuku panting with the effort of it, and there might be some green sparks in the air, but it could just be Tenya seeing stars from how good he feels.
Just as shuts his eyes and calls out, “My loves, I’m about to-” Izuku decides to surprise him again.
Izuku lets Tenya’s cock slip out of Ochako’s pussy just as he starts coming, and then strokes him through it, thick fingers gently squeezing him until every drop has joined Izuku’s own mess on Ochako’s skin. Tenya’s overwhelmed and desperately wishes to see, but even without Ochako’s grounding weight on him, he’s not sure he’d be able to move right now.
Ochako just rolls her eyes fondly and kisses him breathless, effectively wiping his mind of any thought other than I love her, I love him, I love them.
Then Izuku’s suddenly there, wet, filthy fingers cupping his chin and stealing more air out of Tenya’s lungs.
“That was… wow.” Ochako eventually untangles their legs and lays on her back. “Aw- yuck.”
“I’m sorry! I- I don’t know what came over me-”
“Well, I know who came over me, and we’re gonna have a little talk tomorrow.”
Oh no, Tenya deliriously thinks, I could have licked that up. I pride myself on being fast, but I was too slow to take that opportunity.
One look at a pouting Izuku confirms that they most definitely had the same thought.
Ochako rolls over and groans again, and Tenya’s head surprises him again by remembering something rather important, despite the pleasant fog cuddling his brain.
“I put two sets of bedding and a waterproof sheet between them,” he says.
Ochako gasps.
“Oh, Tenya, I’ve never loved you more,” Ochako squeals, eyes sparkling with joy.
Izuku laughs and sits up, but Ochako taps them both and makes them float before any of them can do anything else.
She hums and happily removes the dirty sheets, revealing the clean set underneath, while Tenya and Izuku simply bask in the post-orgasmic bliss. Ochako’s evident happiness is the perfect seasoning to an already perfect moment.
Tenya has no idea where she’s getting all that energy from, but he can’t complain. Especially when she looks like that, sweaty and disheveled and clearly, freshly fucked – Tenya curses and blesses Izuku’s voice in his head.
“God… next time… I want you both inside me,” Ochako mumbles, once they’re all comfortably tucked in under the covers.
On Tenya’s other side, Izuku hums a lazy agreement. Then he starts muttering something about a website and the preparation needed.
Tenya doesn’t have any spare energy to even begin to unpack that idea, only puts a mental pin on it to talk about next time over breakfast and falls asleep, feeling pleasantly spent.