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The last thing you expected was to spend your Saturday night surrounded by college students, bustling crowds of scantily clad dancers, men taking turns down gallon after gallon of beer from the keg and funnel in the backyard, stoners lined up around the pool table snorting lines of laced cocaine, smoking blunts that no doubt contain more than just cheap marijuana. The house is littered with adrenaline leeches and people looking to forget about the papers of school work all due after Spring Vacation, so then what are you doing there?

"You never go out," Mina glances at you, seated on her bed still in your girly pajama shirt and shorts, "Maybe this could help you get out there, after all, I heard there's gonna be some cute guys there!" You watch her strip down to her underwear in exchange for pulling on her leopard printed mini dress. The lack of straps accentuates the perkiness of her chest, and the cinched waist allows a more clean hug to her body, perfect for dancing and still looking sexy.

You peer down at your nails, the very ones she had just filed and painted out of generosity, "I'm not very much into parties, I'd rather not end up being the pathetic wallflower like in high school." You look towards your closet to see the lack of party-wear, "I don't want to embarrass myself or anyone else... I'd be a burden."

Mina's fingers fell from her magenta faux locks, held up by a thick hair tie in a loose bun, a few loose strands framing her face. You cannot help but ogle at how gorgeous she is, from the light highlight to bring out her high cheekbones, a bit on the bridge of her nose, and th eyelash extensions that make her eyeliner pop. You always envied how effortlessly beautiful she is, everyone wanted her, and yet she never let anyone have the time of day.

If you had to be like anyone, it would be Mina. Beautiful, strong, and independent. Not to mention her confidence, but that is a conversation for another day.

"Look, you always think so lowly of yourself!" She slips into her stilettos, "Go put on a dress or so help me, girl... I will wrestle you down and doll you up like a Barbie myself." You know she isn't playing, what Mina says always goes. You really would prefer to stay home, but the power behind her words have you moving to your pitiful closet of modestly frilly dresses, none of which will attract the same attention as Mina.

But Mina was there the entire time, matching blush to your complexion, doing your hair to frame your face, helping you match heels to the dress you picked, smearing an overabundance of gloss over your lips... you felt like royalty in those few moments, but it would have never braced you for the next few hours once you left your dorm.

You move between the line of people moving to get outside, you want nothing more than to rid yourself of the toxic atmosphere within the kitchen. Girls ogling over boys, boys ogling over girls, guys shoving themselves towards you, girls moving in out of jealousy. You feel suffocated, lonely, having let Mina run off with this boy she has been talking to for a few weeks. You regret your decision, but you refuse to be the anchor keeping her from having fun.

Word is that a few of your old classmates should be here, high school was a rough time, but the people surrounding you made it just a bit more tolerable. Going down the list of names you heard floating, you are positive that a few are here; Bakugou, Hagakure, Jirou, Mineta, Aoyama, Kaminari, and Kirishima. You're unsure of anyone else, but those are the only names you have heard aside from seeing Mina.

You'd rather avoid Mineta at all cost, for obvious reasons, and you're sure Bakugou doesn't want to babysit you... the last time you ended up attached at his hip and he wasn't exactly thrilled to have you clinging to him the entire night. Aoyama and Jirou are probably debating on music, those two more often than not would rather be left alone when in a heated conversation. Hagakure, well, you would rather not hang around her at a party, she isn't the best influence.

Kirishima and Kaminari, you are fairly close to them due to your relationship with Mina, they are sweet, to say the least, but it isn't like you talk with them every day. Although they aren't clean, you are positive that they would be best to hang around, even if from a distance. You can never go wrong with the dynamic duo, and they have always been kind to you.

"Excuse me," Your heels carry you across the room in search of the two boys, "Sorry, I need to get by..." You squeeze between people, around people, even ducking under flailing arms. You maneuver around the house; through the living room, the kitchen, the lounge area... nothing. You refuse to search upstairs, you can only imagine what magical things are going on up there.

You trudge down the steep stairs into the basement, an old sofa and a TV set up there, as well as what looks like a Foosball table where a few guys have gathered around. You almost think to turn around and give up, not a red or blonde head of hair in sight. Your hope of finding them gradually dwindles and the probability that they might have left begins to arise.

The basement looks to be the emptiest room in this whole house, just a few guys lounging on the sofa, a few others at the table. You only worry about being alone with so many... men. You hate to judge people, but truth be told the idea of being the only girl down here doesn't exactly sound like the smartest idea. Though, it would hurt to ask if they've seen the duo you are looking for, right?

Cautiously you walk down the rest of the stairs, looking between the sofa and the Foosball table. The group at the sofa, who seem to be passing two controllers for the Playstation hooked up, seem friendlier than those at the table. Though, in general, you would rather avoid everyone together. Either or, you know that if you're gonna find Kiri and Kami, you need to ask someone.

You approach the sofa where three boys are sitting, talking about what looks to be a game of Apex Legends flashing on the screen, two are neck-deep in the game but the one is simply observing. You almost think to high tail out of there, to avoid the embarrassment of them not knowing who you are talking about, but you force a lick of courage and tap the one not playing on the shoulder.

He looks over his shoulder at you, brown eyes that look similar to milk chocolate boring into your worried face, "S-Sorry, but have you seen th-these two guys... um, the one has red spikey hair and a scar on his eyebrow. The other is a little shorter with blonde hair and a black highlight? Their names are Kaminari and Kirishima." You barely manage to speak clearly, the anxiety bubbling deep within your gut and making you feel sick.

The guy, who you have never met before, falls into deep thought, trying to pin a face to the name and the name to a face. An almost pitiful, apologetic smile crosses his face when he shakes his head, "Nah, sorry... I don't think-"

"You mean the ketchup and mustard duo," Says his friend, eyes glued to the screen but talking to you all the same, "They were just here! Said somethin' about going to get a few drinks before comin' back... left about a minute or two ago. Not sure." You miss the expression he sends the brown-eyed guy you had asked, oblivious to the sicker intent beyond that simple glance.

He makes room for you on the sofa, "Why don't you sit? Wait for them here... we'll make sure no one bothers you." The game flashes, signaling a big VICTORY on the screen before they are sent back to the main menu. You move around the brown-eyed boy, sitting between him and the ginger-haired guy who had told you about your friends. It's awkward, watching them set up a new match, sandwiched between two guys you have never met as they drink from red party cups and talk amongst one another.

"Do you play games?" The third friend has a mole right on his cheek and the biggest blue eyes you have ever seen, "Here, go a match, let's see if you're better than Shiki." You assume that Shiki is the brown-eyed boy, from the offending look he flashes. That is beside the point, you have no time to decline, not when the controller is shoved into your hand and the game starts after a quick countdown.

You look panicked a moment, "W-What?" You look down at the buttons and triggers, nothing quite made sense in the given moment, but the ginger-haired boy is strangely quick to swoop in and help you. His one arm wraps around your back, hands placed over yours.

"Push this to move around, and this to look around..." You do as he says, "And when you see someone that isn't on your team, you can either run away or try to shoot at them... but for right now, you need to find somewhere to loot and get armor and weapons. Try going down that hill near that swamp, look in the house." Once again you follow his instructions unaware of the eyes looking over your bare thighs and the stockings snuggly hugging your legs.

As he had told you to, you look around the house, listening when he tells you to loot something, how to equip it, what to drop... it feels so complicated, but it should help time pass until your friends return, right? He lets you test out the buttons to shoot, laughing when you flinch at the blaring noise from the speakers upon the firing of the weapons. You have no reason to be nervous around them, they would have tried to make a move by now.

"She's adorable," Says the one with the mole who has the other controller, guiding you around the map, "Just for that she can get extra points to make up for the fact she keeps running into walls." You get flustered, they must think you're stupid for not knowing how to play a game so basic and popular. Truth be told, you used to play games quite a bit, but college has just been taking up every second of your personal time.

An enemy player flashes on the screen, causing you to jump when you notice you're taking damage. Panicking, you quickly run to get out of the open, you can barely switch weapons without fumbling over your fingers, "Don't panic," The ginger laughs at how you crouch in a bush, "Here take out your sniper and scope out where they are." You aim your sniper and peer through the scope, looking around amongst the terrain before seeing a head-bobbing out behind a wall over and over again.

"Already, you only have one try to do this, so take aim at where they are and shoot when they look out... go for the head otherwise it'll be for nothing." You feel silly, having these boys you have never met before bossing you around, telling you how to play... but it feels nice, being able to comfortably sit between them and have them not judge you for your poor skills. 

You sit there in the bush, aiming where they keep looking out with their gun. You'd hate to be the reason they lost their streak of winning, so you don't shoot right away, instead, you count down from five in your head. When you hit five, and they peek out, you take your chance and shoot. For a moment you excuse failure, but when you see their loot chest fall to the ground, a signal that you killed them a wave of relief flashes over you.

But then it really settles in... you got a kill... your eyes widen and a big smile curls up on your face. You're not even sure how to react! But lucky for you, it seems the three guys beat you to it, hooting and hollering at the fact you pulled that off. You would have swelled with pride if it weren't for the fact the now deceased player's teammates are now coming out of hiding.

"Go, go, go... go hide somewhere quick." You are so absorbed in the game and following the guy with the mole, you don't notice the hand that falls on your thigh and gives it a little squeeze, "She's gotten more kills than you could, Shiki." The ginger says in a snarky tone, kneading his hand into your skin, fingertips slipping under the elastic of your stockings.

You glance down at his hand nervously, squeezing your legs together but he just doesn't want to budge, "U-Um..." Your fingers peel from the controller to try and move him off, but then the guy you are playing with is telling you to hurry up and so your lips seal for the time being. You don't notice how Shiki begins to move in, caging you between him and the ginger-haired young man. 

"Is that (name)?" Asks a distant voice, though it is slightly muffled amongst the guys surrounding the table arguing, the TV flashing with sounds, and the two guys gradually getting closer to you despite you attempting to move away. You can make out the familiar voice you have heard plenty of times before. You take a chance to glance over your shoulder, at the bottom of the stairs standing not one, but both of the faces you had been waiting for.

Almost immediately, you shove yourself away from the guys, relieved that they came just in time. You thought you were going to panic, the sudden rush of emotion uncalled for and out of the blue, but it is hard to explain when just a few seconds ago you were being caged, "I've been looking everywhere for you both..." You look over at the sofa to see the three guys glancing not-so-discreetly at you, "P-Please can we g-get out of here... I thought they were nice but I think I was wrong."

Kirishima looks behind you, the guys immediately sinking into the couch to hide from his stone-cold expression, "Yeah, let's go upstairs, what were you even doing down here, (name)?" Your red-haired friend scolds you, taking you by the waist and guiding you towards the stairs. He had not expected for you to be here, nor did many other people, but yet you showed up.

The two exchange looks while you cling to Kirishima's hand, forgetting about all your stress from the time spent wandering this house and seeing things you wish you hadn't. Kirishima takes on look at your legs, seeing you tremble in your heels, "How about we find somewhere quiet, hm? You look worn out, (nickname)." You can hear the concern in his voice, and although you want to reassure him that you're fine, the two are already guiding you away from the basement.

"What are you doing here?" Denki asks, an arm comfortably looped around your waist as Kirishima helps to make a path for the two of you to follow behind him through the living room, "The last thing I expected was to see cute little (name) all dolled up for some stupid party..." His choice of words causes a cluster of little butterflies to dance around in your chest, "You look so out of place, if we'd known you'd be here we would've kidnapped you forever ago!"

"Mina told me I should come, I should've known better than to let her persuade me..." You watch your steps, trapezing around empty cans, clothes, food, and a few sleeping people, "I wish I didn't come, I hate it here... I should've known it would have been as stupid as those parties in high school. I never liked those."

Kirishima looks around the living room a moment, but it is crowded with people and nowhere to sit, "Let's see if there is a room upstairs, if not, we can chill out in the car." You hate how they are going through so much trouble for you, they shouldn't have to feel obligated to baby you, you aren't a child! You're a grown woman in college, and yet you can't even handle one stupid house party. You know they don't mind looking out for you, but that doesn't help your guilt.

The three of you maneuver up the stairs, littered with empty bottles and bags of chips. Not to mention the hall upstairs is littered with sleeping bodies, clothes, good, and almost all of the doors are closed. All except for the one at the very end of the hall which looks to lead to an empty bedroom, you have never been uneasy around the two, and so naturally, you follow them straight to the room... not even thinking of how this could seem to people watching the three of you.

The bedroom is definitely not the largest, a twin-sized bed in the middle of the room, a dresser littered with clothes and cups, miscellaneous decorations that are not interesting enough to observe. You are glad to finally find peace, even if temporarily. Not to mention, the way your heels provide little to no support for your feed, which is why the first thing you do is kick them off and climb onto the bed, relieved to feel the pins and needles leave your toes.

"Hot as hell in here," Kaminari saunters towards the window, avoiding the trash and clothes that litter the floor, "The music they were playing was trash, I was ready to plug my ears up with anything. They keep playing the same crap over and over and over-" He unlocks the window in one quick movement, using both hands to push it open and allow the cold night breeze to circulate in the stuffy room, "That's better."

Eijirou plops down on the bed beside you, and only then do you notice he had been carrying two cans of beer in the pockets of his sweater, "You don't mind if we have a little, right?" It is shameful how they feel the need to ask, it's not like you're a toddler! You hate when others treat you like a child, simply because you don't do things a "normal" college student would.

You shake your head, the only answer they need before they're cracking open their cans and taking a sip, "I don't know how you guys can drink that... it smells foul." You remember Mina and Hagakure had passed a few beers during a sleepover, you never tried one, but you remember how sour and bitter they smelled after just a few measly sips. The odor makes you sick, but it is somewhat tolerable if you try not to think about it.

"Have you ever tried any?" Denki tips his head back to take another sip, "It smells bad, but it really doesn't taste as awful as you think." You look between his moving lips and the can, you doubt it's good like he says, but your curiosity is piqued. You know you shouldn't, that you'll probably regret it, but the words like your mouth before you can attempt to stop them.

"Can I try it?" The two look at you in unison, as if trying to figuring out if they truly heard what they think they did, "I-I mean, only if... if you don't mind. I-I don't wanna sound silly or anything, b-but I'd rather try it with you two than anyone else..." The way you stutter over your words and play with your dress, trying to ease the tension of them staring you down like two worried brothers.

Denki looks to Eijirou, who in turn shrugs, to which Kaminari holds out the can, "Don't take a big gulp, it'll make your throat burn." Your shaky hands take the can, examining the top as if it is your worst enemy. You can smell the bitter scent of the liquor through the opening, it makes your stomach twist, telling you to not even dare to bring that to your lips. Yet you do it anyway, your glossy lips encasing the hole in the top, sipping just a few drops of the substance to test it out.

When only a minuscule zing occurs, you take a braver sip, like you would with hot tea. Though it seems you overestimated yourself just a teensy bit, your face scrunching up and the tingling of the liquor making your chest heat up. Kirishima laughs at the cute face you make, trying to stomach what little you drank, "I-It's... not that great," You take another sip, "But it... makes me wanna drink more, y'know?"

"Oh we know," Denki says, "Now gimme my beer before you drink it all..." Kaminari attempts at grabbing it, but you hold it out of his reach with a small smile, "You're a little thief, aren't you gonna defend me, Kiri?" The red-haired man looks at his friend before shaking his head, a playful little let the lady drink coming from his raspy throat. Unfortunately, Denki doesn't give up that easily, not when he knows you're just messing with him.

He grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him, grinning at the little eruption of giggles that spill from your honeyed tongue, "F-Fine-" You're too late, fingers cupping your sides and poking at your ribs, "N-No, w-wait-" You giggle and shove at Kaminari, unaware of the fact that by trying to kick him away from you, Kirishima has a clean view of the girly little panties you are wearing, "You c-can have it back, you can h-have it back!"

Kaminari snatches his drink back, grinning with success at how he managed to get you to submit. You readjust your clothes, still completely oblivious to the fact your friend had just seen straight up the skirt of your dress or the fact that he was a bit disappointed that the flash of pink was no longer visible to him. Not that he is already concocting several ways to get to see the flimsy fabric again, "Mm, Denki is so stingy... c'mere, you can have some of mine."

You don't think twice, shimmying towards Kirishima who is laying on his back, you sit directly against his side and his arm closest to you encircles your waist, "Here, don't give yourself a headache, though." Denki looks you up and down a moment, a little bit envious of the fact you're leaning over his friend and not him, but then he notices Kirishima's hand moving down...

As you tilt back your head, sipping from the can, Eijirou's hand gracefully and discreetly pulls up the bottom of your dress to flash your little panties to Denki. The poor man's eyes nearly pop out of his head, staring at the thin pink fabric clinging to the curve of your ass. You look forward again, coughing a little at the burn in your throat, "I hate it... but I like it at the same time." 

He plucks the can from your hand, "And you also don't need to be drinking so much, missy..." You smile at him, only now realizing that it isn't the fact that they baby you... they simply care. The realization that you have interpreted their protective aura over you as one of "babysitting" almost makes you feel guilty, all this time they were simply keeping you out of trouble, and all you have done is felt resentment for it.

"Thank you," You squirm a bit before laying back, your head against Eijirou's stomach, "You both are the nicest people I know..." Denki downs the rest of his beer before crawling further up on the bed and laying between your legs, his back against your torso and head leaning against your shoulder. Little strands of blonde hair tickle your neck, making you cringe just a little, but nothing that brushing your fingers through his hair cannot fix.

"You want more?" Kiri shows you the beer, you would have said yes if it weren't for the fact you feel heavy and weightless all at once. Your head lax and moving around like it weighs nothing, but the moment you look up or down you feel as if you may fall into a rabbit hole. The little shake of your head is all he needs to finish the can before tossing it aside, "Good, don't feel like getting up to get anymore anyways."

The room falls silent and you feel finally at peace in this house full of alcoholics and stoners alike, groups of dancing girls and dumb guys... it was too much for you, and being able to just lay here in the comfort of two friends feels like you finally understand the saying "heaven on earth". You rest your eyes, one hand still buried in Denki's hair and the other behind you, Kirishima running his fingers over your open palm.

For a moment, you allow your eyes to rest, the beer starting to make your head buzz just a bit, "(Name)?" You feel a body shift and open your eyes to see a concerned Denki looming over you, "You okay? Don't need you passing out on us!" You nod your head, slowly sitting up and rubbing at your temples, "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's just comfy laying here like this..." You flip around onto your side and close your eyes against, Eijirou cupping the back of your neck and playing with the tag on the back of your dress, "I'm sorry I had to ruin the party for you both, I should've just stayed home." Your sad eyes are met with glaring red ones, two arms encasing your waist and tugging you to lay back against a solid chest.

"Don't say that," Kirishima holds you tightly against him, smiling at how soft and small you feel in his arms, "We like spending time with you, you're so cuddly and sweet... plus, it never feels like we have to put on some front when around you." Kaminari nods along while fishing around in his pocket, "And you smell really good..." On cue, Eijirou buries his face against your neck and takes a sharp inhale, making you laugh at the ticklish sensation.

You don't notice Kaminari take out a freshly rolled blunt from a small ziplock back, Kirishima notices it almost right away and sends him a stern look, "You don't gotta smoke that right now," You open your eyes to see the cigarette between his fingers, "It'll smell up the whole room and her clothes."

Denki rolls his eyes and once again, you feel guilty that it is your presence that is making them hold back, "I-It's okay," You interrupt with a sheepish look, still encased within the arms of the red-haired man behind you, "I'm not a kid, I know what it is... I don't mind, the window is open so I'm sure it won't be so bad." The two exchanged silent words through their eyes, then he is bringing the blunt to his lip and cupping his hand around the lighter, the tip of the rolled blunt light up.

Immediately a puff of smoke spills from his lips, wafting towards you in a warm cloud that smells like marijuana and the beer on his tongue. Kaminari passes it to Kirishima who briefly leans away from you to take a drag, blowing away from your face, "Tell us if you don't like it, m'kay?" You nod your head, leaning back against Kirishima when he gives the blunt back to the blonde. The smell of the herbal mix is not at all bad, in fact, it is rather soothing and makes you lazily sink into Kiri's hold.

Kaminari grows just a little bold, taking a puff before leaning forward, passing Ejirou the stick before blowing into your face. If it were anyone else, you would have been a little upset... but the goofy grin he gives you makes a little giggle erupt in your chest, "It doesn't smell bad like the beer..." Your legs lay propped up on Denki's thighs, once again, unaware that your slightly spread legs and lazy sitting position have hiked up your dress just enough to flash a little of the pink panties you have on.

"Here," Your body is lifted slightly, head turned to face Kirishima who is looking at you from over your shoulder, "Open your mouth." The order makes you hesitate, he wouldn't do anything weird, right? He won't just shove the blunt in your mouth, right? Of course not... right? He can see you are nervous, it is evident in the little cinch in your brows. He cups your cheek softly, thumb dragging your bottom lip down which in turn urges your lips to part.

He takes a drag from the rolled blunt, holding the smoke in his mouth before leaning forward towards you. Your body freezes up, and if it were not for how tense you became, you probably would have looked away out of embarrassment. Though you stay still long enough for his lips to part and the cloud of smoke to travel from his lips into yours. Something about his red eyes watching your startled expression, the hand still on your cheek and thumb still holding your lip... it's so dangerously sensual and yet you like it so much.

A sharp intake of hair sounds when his lips lightly graze yours, he gives you the time to pull away but you can't... they feel so soft, so warm, and so he goes in the rest of the way to slot his mouth with yours. Denki watches with a cheeky smirk, notices the little squeeze of your thighs together, and how your hands fist into your dress. You're so unbearably obvious, not to mention how you whimper just a tiny bit when Kirishima's hand moves from your cheek down to cup your hip.

You are completely dumbfounded when he pulls away, your noses knocking together and sharing the same breath of oxygen. His hand sneakily moves down from your hip to the curve of your ass, giving it a soft squeeze, "E-Eiji..." Your expression turns flustered when you remember that this entire time Denki had been watching the two of you. Kirishima hands over not only the blunt but also nudges you towards him too.

Denki takes your hand and pulls you towards him, "My turn," He grins, letting you fall into his lap facing him, "C'mon, open up..." Your hands brace on his shoulders, sheepishly opening your mouth whilst he inhales the smoke. Denki pulls you in by the back of your head, exhaling into your mouth while you inhale. Your brain feels a little fuzzy, buzzing around from the mixture of alcohol, and this newfound feeling of using marijuana.

Similar to how Eijirou had done, his lips slot with yours the moment the smoke is exchanged, but his kiss is far less sensual and a lot more... passionate. He blindly holds out the blunt for Kirishima to take, and only when his hands are empty do you feel yourself being tilted to lay back against the bed. He kisses you with intent, hovering over you like a predator ravaging its prey. 

A rather loud moan spills from your throat when you feel his tongue push between your teeth, instinctively making your thighs close around his waist. His tongue is warm and wet, dancing with yours in a messy fight for dominance which he easily wins, spiraling and poking playfully at your tongue and all you can do is let him. Eijirou watches patiently smirking at the little twitch of your thighs and squirm of your hips, "I think she likes whatever you're doing..."

Denki briefly pulls away from your mouth, chuckling at how you try to follow him but alas your kiss is broken. A string of saliva connects you both for a moment before it snaps, "Look at how cute she looks, all shy..." His eyes travel down just a little to see your dress is flipped up, your cotton panties once again on display. Only this time, he notices the little wet spot near your puffy cunny.

His calloused palm lightly caresses the inside of your bare thigh, dragging along the soft skin to the start of your stockings. His fingers hook around the elastic, tugging it and letting it snap back against your leg, "Mm, so pretty~ how about we finish that blunt?" 

Eijirou moves back in on cue, bringing the end of the cigarette to your lips, "Just inhale and hold it for a few seconds," He instructs, watching your gloss-smeared lips encase the end, "There you go." The tip burns red as you inhale, a burning sensation stinging in your throat which causes you to pull away and cough. Little tears prick the corners of your eyes, trying your best to hack up the stinging sensation that sizzles.

"Too much?" Denki muses, hand still kneading the flesh of your supple thigh, "It's fine, we'll just take it slow..." And the two of them stay true to their words, passing you back and forth, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, kissing you until your chest burns, squeezing and touching you in ways that have your neglected pussy clenching. You feel like royalty when with them, two men, attractive men at that, showering you with attention like you've never felt before.

Neither of you really make a move, not until the blunt is turned to nothing but meek ashes on the bedside table. All three of you plagued with red scleras, blown-out pupils, and sneaky hands that just cannot keep to themselves. Your body is sandwiched between the two, your back pressed against Kirishima's front, whilst Denki is positioned between your thighs, kissing hungrily at your lips.

"D-Denki-" Your thighs squeeze his waist when teeth sink into your lip, "A-Ah~ T-Too much teasing..." The two men laugh at how pathetically cute you are, clinging to them as they ravish your untouched body. Eijirou resumes kissing and sucking at your neck, a display of hickeys blossoming on the surface of the skin. Your head feels like it weighs a ton, your body lax and laying limp within their grasping hands; hands on your chest squeezing the swell of your breasts, hands touching your thighs, lips, and tongue tainting your skin.

Their voices feel like they echo within your skull, a throbbing vibration of repeating words and any sudden movement causing your world to go spiraling. Two hands rub up the length of your thighs, gripping right at the crease just before the line of your panties, "I'm not teasing," He breaths against your cheek, biting gently, "Fuck... if anything you're the little tease." His thumbs pull at the apex of your thighs, grinning when your puffy cunny spills out of your small panties. The thin fabric caught around your sensitive little clit, making your hips buck to try and get some friction.

"You like that, (name)?" Kiri looks over your shoulder, pulling up your dress so he can look at your pretty cunny eating your flimsy panties, "Look at the wet spot she left." His hand moves between your legs to tug at the fabric, showing Denki the evident wet spot on your ruined panties. The pads of his fingers rub at your semi-exposed cunny, touching your throbbing clit, prodding your entrance through your underwear, and what makes it worse is that you want more.

You take Eijirou's hand and bring it to the top of your panties, urging it to go under them and touch your bare pussy. Your bold action has them both watching in awe, but neither of them remains in shock for long before they're showering you with exactly the attention you want. Fingers curl around your cunt, circling your clit, smearing the slick from your hole, testing how tight your little entrance is. Hands tug at your clothes, getting your panties off of you and on the floor, the top of your dress pulled from your shoulders and bunched up around your waist.

They are both still fully dressed and yet you are in nothing but your stockings and bra, your dress not doing much with how it sits around your waist, "Eiji, wanna feel it inside-" He gives your clit a little tap, grinning when your thighs twitch, "H-Hah... Eiji, nngh~" Your hips arch when one finger slips into your entrance, the bizarre feeling of something being inside of you both uncomfortable but also... strangely pleasurable.

Kiri adjusts you against his chest before one hand hooks under your thigh and holds it to your chest, "Fuck, she's so tight..." Denki muses at your little hole clenching around Kiri's middle finger, "(Name), how have you never been with anyone before...? You're so cute, " His hands trail up your front until they slip under your bra, feeling your bare breasts fill his palms, "And sexy."

He leans forward just enough to bump the tip of his nose with yours, all while Eiji works at your tight cunny, pumping the finger in and out of you before trying to squeeze in a second one. Whenever they curl and rub that spongy spot inside of you, electricity surges straight to your clit. It is not at all like rubbing your clit, it's deeper, more sensual feeling it inside of you.

Denki's lips mold with yours effortlessly, tongues immediately beginning a slop dancing and swirling and sliding against one another. All of the weed and booze that fills you makes it near impossible to coordinate your movements properly, no longer a passionate or graceful kiss, but pure sin as you both have saliva dripping down each other's chin, choking on tongues and clashing teeth.

Having two fingers inside of you and being spread open was already enough, but when his thumb grinds against your throbbing clit, you have no choice but to grab his wrist and urge him to stop, "I-It feels funny, I-I can't-" Denki pulls your hand off of Eijirou's wrist, laughing at the overly loud squeal that spills from your throat when his fingers begin to beat against your sensitive gummy walls, "N-No! P-Please, it's too much, it's too much-" They don't listen, watching as you gradually become undone.

Eyes rolling back into your head, nails scratching at the arms around your body, strangled moans and whines caught in your throat, and not to mention the spasming of your walls with every grind of his palm against your clit, every curl of his fingers inside of you. You're completely at their mercy, and yet you can barely think straight, you have no choice but to lay limp and enjoy the pleasuring being inflicted on your body.

"E-Eijiiii~" You hiccup, little tears pricking the corners of your eyes, "I-I'm gonna..." You hide your face against his arm, panting as this rapid storm approaches within your core, "A-Ah... ah... Eiji, please-" Your toes curl, and just in time, a stream of your cum shoots from your little hole, squirting all over his hand and the bedsheets. You choke over whatever words you were trying to say, incoherent babbling slurring from you and your body convulsing within their grasps.

You leave a filthy mess on the bed, cum-soaked sheets that belong to someone you don't even know, wet fingers slowly slipping out of your twitching hole, and eyes locked onto your flustered body curled up and whining. Your cunny throbs to the rhythm of your heartbeat, completely foreign to this new sense of pleasure. You almost think that you would be able to catch a break, to be able to lay there with them and rest your eyes.

But that's not the case when you have two horny men in the same bed as you, "Denki..." Your voice is slurred, his name drawling out slowly and tiredly, "Ahh... that's dirty!" His tongue licks up your pussy, golden eyes watching you the entire time he licks and suckles at your sensitive cunt to clean you of the mess you made. You try to push him away, to save your clit from the shocks that his tongue causes, but neither of them is having it. Kirishima keeps your wrists pinned, "It's sensitive, please!"

"Shh," You look up at the crimson eyes boring lazily into your eyes, "You probably taste so sweet, I'm a little jealous that I won't be able to have a taste... you'll just make more so I can try it, right?" His filthy words fill your chest with butterflies and your head with lewd thoughts, the idea of the two of them suckling at your pussy fills your thoughts, it is impossible to focus on one thing with the four hands roaming your body.

"I wanna..." You look down at Denki's golden eyes, he briefly pulls his mouth away from you, leaning his head against your supple thigh, "I wanna... try something." Their interests are piqued, what could little (name) possibly want to try? They almost want to tease you, but you look so small and nervous, they wouldn't want to risk upsetting you. 

You lift yourself up, of course, not without wobbling around and struggling to regain your balance, "Get... off..." You whine, shoving your dress off before grabbing their hand, "C-Can you both stand up?" You hate the edge to your voice, how you can barely say a word without stuttering and playing with your fingers. You shouldn't be so nervous! They've probably done this plenty of times... maybe you're just worried you won't do it right? But you can't take it back now, not when they both stand at the edge of the bed, still fully dressed.

Rather than explaining what you want, you go for it. Fingers playing with the buttons of their pants, clearly you can't even see straight with how you struggle for almost two minutes just trying to pop the buttons on their pants. They let you take your time, considering all three of you are pretty out of it, bold from the toxicity coursing through your bodies. Only when you get the buttons open and zippers pulled down, do you try and shove their pants down.

"So eager," Denki muses, watching your soft hands tug his pants to hang around his thighs, "What're you gonna do, pretty girl?" He wants to hear you say it, for those filthy words to spill from your sugary tongue, for your ears to turn red from embarrassment. You say nothing, your panic of messing up, of turning them off, of simply being horrible at sucking their dicks have you completely focused on your current task. 

Your tongue licks over your cherry lips, "I... do I have to say it?" Denki and Kiri nod at the same time with big grins plastered on their perverted faces, "I wanna put it..." You shake your head with a pout, "I can't say it, don't make me..." 

Eijirou grabs your chin and brings you close to his face, forcing you to meet his solid gaze, "C'mon, you're a big girl... we won't punish you for saying something filthy~" His index and middle fingers, the very ones that had been knuckle deep into your cunny, come up to your lips, "So, tell us what you wanna do." You whine in protest, it's too embarrassing to tell them that! You don't want to... you just want to show them.

You curl your fingers are his wrist, sheepish eyes trying to remain in eye contact with him. Your soft, glossy lips part just enough for his fingers to slip in your mouth, tongue swirling around the two digits. You can taste yourself on his fingers, lapping at his knuckles, the tips of his fingers, between them. Kirishima is thoroughly impressed with how gracefully you use your tongue, suckling and licking at him, "You wanna suck our dicks?"

He says it with such bland confidence like it's the simplest thing in the world. He pushes his fingers further within your mouth, grinning at the little tears in the corners of your eyes, "Uh-huh..." You hum, coughing a little when he presses the pads of his fingers against the back of his tongue, "E-Eishi..." His name spills out messily, slurred. You gag when he goes too deep, the tears finally dripping from your eyes.

"Alright, alright..." Denki complains nudging at his best friend, "I'm getting tired of waiting, c'mon (name)... he's being an asshole, give me some love!" You find it cute how they passively fight for your attention, but this time they don't have to, pulling your mouth from his fingers in favor of crawling towards Denki who is already pulling his boxer briefs down. Your eyes widen at the size, his cock is pretty if that is even the right word. A pink tip, angry from lack of attention, he is neither too big nor too wide, you could almost say he is perfect.

But you are eager to please, "C'mere," He hums, holding his dick and bringing you closer by the back of the head, "That's it, now open up..." Your jaw goes lax and you stick out your tongue, earning a gentle tap of his cock to the tip of your tongue. He is careful, not wanting to give you too much all at once. His gentle movements of rubbing his tip over your pink tongue, gradually edging it deeper in your mouth. You take it well, focusing less on the thick intrusion and more on how pretty his eyes are.

"Fuck, there you go, baby..." He brushes his hand over your head, taking a short step forward before his tip breaks through the little barrier your tonsils create. You whine at the stretch of your throat, gagging a little when it only seems to keep going deeper and deeper, "Shh, you got it, just relax... if you get tense it won't feel that good." The alcohol that sits in your stomach doesn't exactly agree with the little twitches of your throat, but you're lucky enough to have composed yourself. The last thing you need is to vomit booze on his dick.

One hand is placed on his hip to brace yourself and the other is extended for Eijirou, who easily guides your fingers to wrap around him, "You like that, (name)? Two cocks to play with?" You nod your head, coughing when Kaminari bottoms out in your mouth, a bulge forming in your neck from how deep he is, "Look at you taking it like a big girl, no one would tease you again if they saw you like this... suck me off like a pro- shit~" His eyes roll back when you pull yourself off of him, only his tip remaining in your mouth.

"Hurry up, I wanna feel her mouth, too..." You spit his cock out, curious as to whether Kiri is bigger or not. You crawl back to your red-haired friend, giggling at the grunt of disapproval from Kaminari, "Good girl, at least you have taste." The two bickers back and forth for a second, up until Kirishima's attention is drawn back to you bringing his tip in your mouth. His cock is thick, a little too thick, and not much longer than Denki's. It is difficult to fit in your mouth, whining at how it stretches your poor jaw, "Aww, she's too small to take it~"

Eijirou pulls you off, "Don't hurt yourself, (name)... then the night will be over before we even stick it in you." Your pussy clenches at the thought, you can only imagine how much Kiri's cock would stretch your virgin hole, "Don't look so worried, just use your tongue, (nickname)... don't have to force it in." You feel a lot better knowing they can tell when you're nervous or unsure, helping you without teasing you... at least not teasing you much.

Nonetheless, your tongue extends and licks over his tip, a bit of pre-cum collecting on your tongue. It is bitter, but not unbearable. You actually like it quite a bit, your tongue licking over his shaft, wetting every inch with your hot tongue. 

"Look at how wet she is," Denki looks between your legs with wide eyes, "She's getting it all over the sheets..." The two of them stare you down like fresh meat, a pretty little rabbit for them to wolfishly chew out and breed. As much as they love your soft mouth, all they can think about is stretching you out, taking your little ounce of innocence left. They are growing impatient, greedy... they can always let you suck them off another time, right?

Your body is suddenly being maneuvered, turned around, and forced onto your hands and knees, "W-What's wrong? Did I do something?" Of course, you didn't, you've been nothing but good to them all night long. You're silly for even thinking you might have done something to upset them. 

"Nope... you just look so good on your knees, I don't think I'll be able to wait any longer..." Kaminari's hands run up the back of your thighs, "Wanna fuck this little pussy." Up until now, you had not even thought about how it would feel to put it in. Would it hurt? You assume it would since it already stung a little to have to fit their cocks in your throat.

Two fingers graze over your slit, feeling at how wet you are, dripping down your thighs and ruining your cute stockings, "Think you can take it, (name)?" The tip of his fingers pushes inside of you, feeling your gummy walls, stretching your little cunny open, "Tell me, you wanna do it or not?" You can tell he is genuinely asking, though the way he pumps his two fingers in and out of you makes it difficult for you to properly think.

You nod your head, "Y-Yes... please..." Maybe it's your internal greed to feel them over and over again, to stay sandwiched between them for just a while longer, to be able to say that you're not some prude virgin. Are you thinking about this in all the wrong ways? Maybe... but the booze and marijuana in your veins are not exactly contributing to a mindful thought process right now... all you want is to have fun.

Denki pulls your hips back until you are pressed against his erection, Kirishima getting on the bed and sitting in front of you. Your hands are pulled out from in front of you, held behind your back, and forcing your face to fall flat against Eijirou's thighs. His hard cock right in front of you and all you can think about is that you're going to have two holes stuffed full. Not that you mind, not now at least.

The head of his cock prods at your soaking wet pussy, gathering your slick along his length, "You'll be gentle... right?" Your pathetic little question makes his cock twitch, you're too cute. As a response, his palm settles on the curve of your ass and gives it a gentle squeeze, pushing his tip lightly against your entrance, "A-Ah... it... it feels weird-" With how wet you are, it doesn't hurt for his tip to slip inside of you, but the problem does appear when he goes deeper and meets a barrier.

"Sh-Shit... haha, you're so tight, (name)..." His cock pushes against the little barrier in your cunny, aware of the fact it is hurting you. You whine at the painfully slow intrusion, even doing as much as pushing back against him to try and get it over with. It is like a stinging in your walls, when you touch your knee after scraping it, the oils from your hands making it hurt.

Finally, a little pop can be felt and he easily slips in the rest of your way. It may have been easy for him, but a pained cry spills from you, hiding your face against Kirishima's leg, "O-Ow..." Your walls twitch, body warm to the touch, you hate the feeling of being stretched out like this. Why does it have to hurt so much, it isn't fair! 

Eijirou can see you're clearly not doing so great, you're completely focused on the feeling of Denki inside of you, making it difficult to overcome the stinging sensation that overpowers the pleasure, "Shh," Kiri lifts you up by the chin, "You know what'll help?" He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a half-smoked joint and all you can do is laugh a little. Smoke now? Here? While you're doing this? It sounds ridiculous, but the red-haired college student is completely serious, so much that he brings the rolled joint to his lips and lighting the end of it skillfully. 

The familiar, calming smell of marijuana once more fills the room, and similar to how he had done earlier, he brings your mouth close to his and exhales the smoke into your mouth. You happily accept it, with your mind focused elsewhere it allows you to forget the fact Denki is just barely fitting inside of you, distracting you from the fact it will be even more of a struggle when Kirishima tries. 

He does it again, blowing the smoke in your mouth, you hold it in, and then puffing out the rest. If you thought you were feeling fuzzy before, then you have no clue what dimension you are in now, the more you inhale the wackier everything seems. Have you always been so shaky? Was it always this colorful in the room? Did everything always feel so... surreal? Suddenly you can feel every thread in the blanket, all the pores, and grooves in the skin of Kirishima's thigh. Everything is complicated but in the most magical way.

Even worse, you don't even realize Kaminari has started to move, his hips smacking against your ass with every brutal thrust forward, "A-Ah~" Your cries bounce off of the falls, sounding far louder in your heads than it would for someone sober, "S-So good... D-Denki, wanna... m-more!" It is pathetic how a few drags of it can result in such an extensive mood change. One moment you're crying and telling him it hurts, now you are clawing at the bed, drooling all over yourself, and moaning like a little bunny in heat.

"Good girl, shit, take it in that little pussy... does it feel good, baby? You like being stretched out?" His words are foul, and usually, they would make you flustered. Yet, you are nodding your head and babbling nonsense about how much you love his dick stretching you out.

Kirishima passes the remaining bit of the joint to Denki, the blonde holding it between his lips whilst his hands are preoccupied with holding you by the waist, "Fuck... she's so fucking tight. If you keeping s-so loud, (name)... everyone's gonna... gonna hear you." He leans forward and buries his face against the back of your neck, "Sh-Shit... gonna know how you're not a little virgin anymore. Gonna call you our little slut-" 

"Denkiii~ it's... it's dripping down my th-thighs...!" A sharp spank is applied to your thigh, and other directly on the other side, "Nngh, so m-mean-" He spanks you again, every time your little walls clenching around him in a vice grip, "I-It's making me feel dirty... ow~!" This time he applies a nice spank to your clit, relishing in how easily you break in and let yourself fall limp against the bed, panting and howling lewd moans and whimpers.

They could not care less if anyone heard you three, in fact, Kirishima grabbing you by the back of your head and positioning his cock at your mouth has nothing to do with you being a noisy little cockslut, he just wants to make sure you don't forget he is still there and waiting for his turn to breed your little cunny. 

Your mouth eagerly falls open and makes room for his cock, "Look at her, what happened to shy little (name)?" He muses, "What'd you do to her~?" The two guys laugh amongst one another, fucking your holes full over and over. Your poor throat is sore and raw, Kirishima's cock stretching it open, gagging you, choking you. All you can do is lay there and be a completely useless fuck toy for them to use, salivating all over your lips and chin, cunny drooling around Kami's cock.

Their heads are buzzing with marijuana and can after can of beer floating through their systems, leaving their cocks sensitive, needy to be squeezed... your throat and cunt perfect to be stuffed. They are simply chasing their highs and desperate to have the chance to taste your sweet little cunny when you cum, is that too much to ask for?

Kaminari is quickly losing stamina, between being high and drunk, but also fucking you... it is definitely a combination for disaster. His hands digging into your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck, panting and whining because he is too impatient. He wants to fill you up, to make your little pussy drip with his cum, for you to cling to him and cry about how good he made you feel. There is so much he wants!

"(Name)..." He whines, hips sputtering and growing sloppy, "F-Fuck, I-I can't... I can't take anymore, baby..." His cock twitches inside of you, piercing that same gummy spot inside of you that makes your vision go white, "Want me to fill you up?" He coos in your ear, kissing at the shell of it, "Gonna leave you a mess, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

You pull your mouth away from Kiri's member with a lewd pop, "Y-Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Please, Denki~" You have no clue what you're even begging for, fill you up? Isn't his cock already doing that? You feel so silly for letting yourself smoke that, now you can't even form a proper coherent thought. The only thing on your mind is how well Denki's member is stretching you open, your sore throat, and how you can't wait before they leave you full of their cum. It is a dirty thing to want, but can't be helped.

"I'm so... close~" Your jaw falls lax when Denki finally hits that sweet spot deep inside of you, the tip of his cock kissing it over and over again, "Th-There! Please, please, please~ I... I can f-feel it-" Little tears prick the corners of your eyes, everything around you slowly drowning out with the building of pleasure deep within your core.

Denki leans over your back to kiss your shoulder, still keep your hands pinned behind you, "You're close? F-Fuck, cream on my cock, baby..." His hips pick up the pace in which he thrusts inside of you, sloppy thrusts becoming forceful, rough, uncoordinated. What doesn't help is the fact his hand is now sneakily moving between your legs, circling your swollen clit that has been waiting so long to be given attention.

His calloused fingers spread you open, feeling his cock thrust in and out of your sloppy little cunny, "(Nickname)~ You're so wet and tight... I can feel you stretching around me!" He can feel your juices dripping down your thighs and staining the bed beneath you, "Good girl, cum... I wanna cum with you, baby, I wanna do it together-" Your eyes rolled back when his fingers move to massage your clit.

The movement of his hands is erratic, not at all in rhythm with his thrusts. While his cock drills in and out of you, his fingers swiping back and forth over your poor clit, the pleasure sending shockwaves all throughout your body. You can feel your abdomen beginning to tighten up, "D-Den... Denki, I'm gonna cum..." He shakes his head with a whine, he wants to cum with you at the same time. 

"I'm almost there, j-just wait a little longer... shit, you're squeezing me, (name)~" His voice is muffled due to his face being buried in your neck, no doubt on the path to reaching his own high, "Babe... shit, (name)..." He breathes in the scent of marijuana that sticks to you, laughing as he recollects everything that happened tonight. Between them finding you, the three of you laying in bed, drinking, smoking, kissing... it all seems surreal, having taken all of your firsts. You might as well be their little girlfriend. 

Finally, Denki reaches his high with an alarming I'm cumming just before he blows his load inside of you, between the warmth and his fingers twitching against your clit, you follow right after. A mixture of warmth swirling in your tummy; his cum and your bubbling high. You cannot even speak, everything choked up in the back of your throat, your entire body weak. You feel pathetic, but does that even matter right now? You're stuffed full of Denki Kaminari's cum, hickeys from him all across your back and chest, and his body fell limp over your back as he tries to regain his breath.

"D-Denki?" You whine, feeling between your legs, his cum and yours spilling out of you and dripping down your twitching thighs, "A-Ah... it's so dirty." His head lifts from your shoulder, strands of blonde hair sticking to his forehead and neck from the sweat, you smile at the worn expression on his face, "You... were really nice for being my first~" 

Your words cause his chest to swell with pride, but also makes the crimson-haired man sitting in front of you grow a tad envious. The challenging look in his eyes hinting that he won't let himself go down as simply your "second", he wants to be just as good, if not better. Kaminari slowly peels himself off of you only to let himself lay back in the bed, an arm thrown over his face whilst he calms down.

For a moment, you expect to have your own brief moment to take a break, but your body is immediately being pulled into a new set of arms, "Did you forget about me~?" His tone is sultry, sensual... sending little butterflies deep within your chest and striking a match to reignite that flame Denki put out.

Kirishima brings you to sit comfortably in his lap, his thick dick pressed against your tummy, "So soft," He chuckles while sloppily kissing your neck, teeth dragging over the bruised skin, "I can't wait to fuck this little pussy." His fingers graze your entrance playfully, grinning at the warm flow of cum that begins to spill out of you and onto the bed. Eijirou lays back on th bed, his legs bent and heels planted against the sheets, "Ride me."

The words that leave his lips are not what you expected, and to be fair you have never ridden anyone before, the anxiety of possibly messing up bubbles within you. How are you supposed to do it? Kirishima can see your hesitance, it is so clearly etched on your face with how you squirm uncomfortably in his lap.

"It's not hard," He reaches behind you and holds the base of his member, "Sit up for me, gotta get it in you first." You do as he says and lift yourself up, hovering over his cock, "Now sit down, don't be so shy. I just watched my friend take your virginity." When he puts it like that, it almost makes you sound like a toy, but if you were just a toy for them... they wouldn't be acting so nice, right? They wouldn't be so eager to please you, right?

You don't let it bother you, not when you have a perfectly good dick to sit on. You sink down on his member, his girth stretching you even more than Denki's had. It is a good stretch, not painful like when Denki first pushed in. You assume it's because you're completely lubed up by his cum and yours, as well as the fact Denki had prepped you with his dick.

What you aren't prepared for is that he goes even deeper within you, the tip of his cock kissing your sensitive cervix, "Aah! E-Eiji... so deep-" His large hands grab your ass and hold you open, "Eijirou..?" He doesn't answer, taking a moment to just feel you. You're so warm, so tight, you hug him so comfortably. His hands guide you carefully, lifting you up so only the tip is inside of you, then dropping you down.

The force at which your cunny swallows him has your back arching and a strangled cry spilling from your honeyed tongue, "Good girl, just like that..." You do it again, just as he had guided you. Though you are careful with how you slide yourself back down on his member, "Fuck, (name)..." 

The sound of skin slapping skin resumes within the room, your thighs pushing through the soreness, the bittersweet ache. It is hard to stop yourself when he fills you so well, stretching you in ways you had no clue was possible, "E-Eiji~! You're... nngh, it feels so good-" Tears spill from your eyes, every hit of his tip against your poor cervix sending a not-so-nice sting through your tummy, "Ah... y-you're too big, you go too deep~" 

"Yeah? Your little cunny can't take all of it?" You shake your head, whimpering and scratching at his shoulders. Your hips do all of the work of grinding and bouncing against his lap, cum dripping around his cock and getting on his skin as well. It feels so good, nothing like the position Denki had put you in. In this position, Kirishima reaches that special spot almost immediately. 

You don't feel like you will last long, but you don't want to be pathetic and cum so soon, you want to hold out and cum with Eijirou just like you had with Denki. Kirishima is careful with you, his hands hugging your waist to make sure you don't hurt yourself or move too erratically, "Good girl, hump that cock..." The words that leave his mouth are like lava, burning you under every sentence, "Fuck, you learn quick... you like being full? You like bouncing on my dick?"

"Y-Yes~!" You sing, your mind is empty at this point, nothing but the thought of cumming and being full crosses you, you want nothing else. Your fingers squeeze and dig into the swell of his biceps, "Nngh, K-Kiri..." The little tears grow, spilling over your cheeks and falling onto his torso, "H-Hah, ah~ Eiji, I'm so close... it's too much-" He knew you wouldn't last long, not when you had just come down from your previous orgasm.

Eijirou's one hand leaves your waist in favor of moving between your legs, "It's okay, babe, cum... make a mess, I'll be right behind you if you keep squeezing me- damnit, like that..." 

Your thighs burn from the constant moving of bouncing over and over again in his lap, you need to stop, you know you should. The only thing is that you worry that by stopping, it may ruin this bubbling pleasure deep within your core, "S-So close~" You whine against the back of your hand, trying your best to subdue the inflow of tears, "Eiji... my legs hurt..." 

He doesn't even say anything, his calloused fingers squeezing your plush behind and bringing you to lean forward against him. The moment your torso collapses against his, he is thrusting up inside of you. One after the other, fucking up into your sensitive little hole, messily spewing your juices all over his cock and thighs. The bed creaks under the force at which he snaps his hips, you can only imagine how many people have realized what is going on in this room.

The embarrassment of taking the walk of shame later should be the least of your problems, especially now when your poor little clit is throbbing under the circular motions of his thumb, "Cum, baby... I'm getting close, too." His voice brings you back, even if you do have to take that walk... at least it will be with the two of them. After all, Denki and Kirishima are popular, they're well known unlike you, you can almost imagine the faces of people looking at you, not recognizing where you came from and yet you're walking out of a bedroom with them.

Your fingers curl into his messy red hair, holding tightly as your climax brews, "I-I'm cumming, Eiji~" Those are the two words he has been waiting to hear, to be able to feel you squeezing around him, coming undone within his arms. His hands leave your ass in favor of wrapping around your back and holding you close, "A-Ah~ t-too much, too much, too much!" You sound so pathetic, crying over the fact you are about to orgasm, but truth be told the two men in the room with you find your sensitivity to be adorable.

Finally, you gush around in, only this time, it comes out in squirts of liquid. Your juices stain the sheets further, a big puddle of cum deep within the fabric, cream running down his cock and your thighs, and his thighs wet from your squirt. Your poor body is worn and used, tired, and unable to take anymore. But you can't rest, not until Kirishima comes undone after you.

His cock drives inside of your sore walls, punishing your poor cervix over and over and over again, the pain in your tummy becoming more uncomfortable the longer you endure it, "E-Eiji... it hurts, you're hurting me-" He shushes you with a gentle brush over the back of the head, "Please hurry, I can't take it anymore... I'm tired~" Your little tears soak into the collar of his shirt, which is also ruined by the copious amount of sweat both of you caused.

Kirishima keeps to his words, that he wouldn't take long. Just a few thrusts are all he needed and for your little hole to hold him tightly before he is spilling inside of you. His cum is thicker, heavier inside of you than Denki's was. It's like being filled up with thick syrup until you cannot hold it anymore. Your tummy feels heavy with all the cum you still have stuffed in you, and even more, that is pouring out due to how little your body can keep.

"F-Fuck, (name), fuck." Kirishima squeezes you tightly, hips sputtering, his cock still deep inside and pressed against your tender cervix, "I'm sorry, baby... shit, you felt so fucking-" He hides his face, panting and grunt all at once. You find it cute how worn out the two of them became, after so much big talk and here they are ready to pass out. Of course, none of you can have that, not in some random person's bedroom that you have already trashed.

Eijirou pulls out of you slowly, the wet pop followed by a squelch of the bottled up cum leaving your tiny hole, "A-Ah~" You giggle at the erotic feeling of being stuffed by the cum of two men, "Eiji, I-I..." You try to sit up but your back is just not having it, "We... should go." You look over your shoulder to see Denki passed out, "I'm tired, too..."

"I don't think whoever owns this room will appreciate the mess," Somehow, he sits up without much struggle, you can only be a bit envious at how quickly he is to recollect himself while you're here struggling to even lay by yourself, "Am I gonna have to carry both of you?" He tosses you your ruined panties and dress, "Not that I mind carrying you..." Kirishima approaches where you're still laying in bed, his hands running up your thighs before spreading them around, prideful of how they completely ruined your cunny.

You can't go home, not like this. You know Mina will just nag you over and over, how are you supposed to explain that you slept with your friends from high school? With her friends from high school. It's almost embarrassing to think about, but you know the conversation will pop up. You have no way of explaining the mess on your chest and neck, hickeys ranging in colors and sizes all over your flawless skin.

"Can I..." You slowly push yourself up to sit properly in front of him, "Come home with you guys?" You give him your best puppy eyes, "I won't be any trouble... a-and we can take a shower together?" You sound so unsure, he loves the little innocence that remains, the little hesitance to be confident. The idea of you being their little toy, the perfect hole to stuff and use whenever they need, "I'll... be good."

You're adorable, that's what Kirishima would describe you as, adorable and sweet. Being sexy is not your thing, but hearing you try somehow is a lot more attractive than if another girl were to successfully seduce him. You're so eager to please, to be something you're not... it kills him in a good way, it gives him the green light that he has more work to do with corrupting your innocence.

Eijirou leans down and cups your cheeks, "Mm, shower together... can you cook?" You nod your head with a smile, "Say less, you're gonna make us breakfast in the morning... and if you're lucky," His hand comes down to cup your wet pussy, "Maybe you'll even get creative and wake us up in a special way."