Overcoming A Villain

by TobiasHawk1

Tamaki's benched from work for a few weeks because of an injury. Can Nejire and Mirio care for their anxious boyfriend? I hope you all enjoy and always remember, Zone-tan watches you fap.

Tamaki had been careless. It didn't happen often, but everyone had their off days. Unfortunately when it came to Suneater, when it rained, it poured.

He'd jumped into an intense battle against a few villains a little too quickly for his own good. Red Riot had been overwhelmed, six of them hammering him with a myriad of Quirks as hard as they could while the hero fought to keep their attention centered on him and off of the dozens of civilians that were still trying to escape from the cramped subway station. Red Riot was an amazing hero- he'd already managed to take down three of the tougher looking bad guys on his own- but smart enough villains knew how to take advantage of the hero's chivalrous spirit. They could force him to play defense in a war of attrition for as long as there were civilians that needed saving. Thankfully, Suneater was a bit more experienced than his kohai, a bit more versatile with his Quirk usage, and a bit less nice to villains who threatened to hurt innocents.

He'd rushed in, overwhelming the villains in his sight as quickly as he could to make sure they couldn't take any civilians hostage in the commotion. He'd succeeded… mostly. Huge octopus tentacles slithered out from his hands, wrapping up the villains and slamming them into Red Riot's Unbreakable body hard enough to knock most of them out before he tossed them down in a pile on the ground. Unfortunately he hadn't seen one of them- a villain who'd gotten lucky enough to get in a quick hit that'd left Suneater reeling. Red Riot had been at his side in an instant, his kohai saving him and knocking the final villain out before he could do further harm to the older hero.

That one hit had cost him two broken legs and at least six weeks of bedrest.

Tamaki hated being benched like this. As much as he wished he didn't have to go out in public, as much as he wished he could be invisible, as much as he wished he could just spend every day in his own bed snuggling with his partners, he hated being forced out of hero work more than anything. He hated being home alone, with his only hope of catching a glimpse of Lemillion or Nejire-Chan being through the HeroTracker app or channel. They weren't exactly able to text that often while on patrol, so this was their only connection until they got home.

He hated it.

Two weeks into his exhile and he was already beyond restless. Walking around in the home he shared with Mirio and Nejire was a chore with his injuries. The cast on his left leg covered from his foot to his knee- good to still put weight on, but impossible to bend. The cast on his right leg was focused around his ankle- decent bending at the knee, but putting any weight on it still sent pins and needles through to the bone. Sure, he could use crutches or the wheelchair they'd gotten from the hospital, but moving around the home with them wasn't fun either. That meant that even doing something as simple as cleaning the house was out of the question. He had to force his body to cooperate when it came to cooking- no way he could let Nejire or Mirio handle that chore on their own. But most of his day had to be spent moving between the bed and couch, occupying his brain however he could.

It was a nice break… for the first five days. But on the sixth Tamaki found himself caught up on all his shows, done with the campaign on the newest DragonQuest game, and even up to date on his favorite manga. By the second week he thought he'd go mad.

He'd taken to counting down the days, tallying them on his cast. Everyone from his agency had signed and decorated it- Fatgum, Red Riot, Real Steel- as well as Nejire and Mirio and a few of his other friends. Alongside the dozen takoyaki balls and the two drawings of similarly muscular men were 17 tally marks. If all went well, only 25 more to go. Not even halfway through.

Tamaki sighed and rested his head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling while the HeroTracker channel played a recording of yesterday's human trafficking ring bust led by Grand and Turtle Neck. He wasn't a huge fan of the Ketsubutsu hero, but Mirio talked highly of him after working a few missions with him. "He's a good guy! Very smart too- he sussed out the villains and the most dangerous Quirk in the group we were fighting even before me or Gale Force! He actually kind of reminds me of you a bit, Tamaki!"

Tamaki didn't see the resemblance, but it warmed his heart to know that Mirio associated him with cleverness and quick wit. Especially considering just how clever and quick-witted Nejire and Mirio both were themselves. They were some of the smartest people he knew and-

"We're coming to you live as heroes Lemillion and Nejire-Chan team up to take on a villain that's been causing a disturbance in Kamino Ward."

Tamaki bolted into a seated position and he quickly grabbed the remote, turning the volume on the television up. Nejire-Chan was panting for breath, clearly worn out by their battle. Lemillion's face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead and framing his face in a way Tamaki didn't get to see too often. It wasn't easy to get the upper hand on either Nejire-Chan or Lemillion, and this villain was making it look easy!

The villain laughed and waved at the camera as the news helicopter flew overhead, clearly loving the attention she was getting from the media. She shouted out to the cameras and blew a kiss at them, but the helicopter was high enough in the sky they couldn't hear a word. Probably for the best, she didn't exactly look like someone who had anything worth listening to say.

Tamaki fidgeted with his cast, wishing he was there. Wishing he could help his partners! This wasn't fair! Mirio and Nejire were struggling, and there was nothing he could do but sit here and watch! What if they needed his help? What if-

Tamaki had been so worried he nearly missed the signal. A small nod from Lemillion, a quick chuckle and thumb's up from Nejire-Chan. They had a plan and were already springing into action. Lemillion disappeared, seeming to just poof out of existence, leaving nothing behind but his Lemilliomet on the ground. Nejire-Chan didn't give the villain any time to react, instantly pouring on a powerful Nejire Wave! The villain seemed to laugh, lifting her hand into the energy blast and… absorbing it? Tamaki clenched his hands tightly, wishing he could tell Nejire-Chan to stop! Most Quirks with absorbing properties usually included some sort of-

Redirection! The woman began to glow a familiar shade of powdery blue as she lifted her other hand, pumping the entire output of the Nejire Wave back against his girlfriend. Nejire-Chan answered back with an increased output in her own attack, forcing the beams to clash in the middle. But the villain's beam was slowly inching forward!

Lemillion dashed out of the ground behind the villain, seemingly on signal. Tamaki was only an inch shorter than his boyfriend, but Mirio seemed to fill up a room with his presence in ways that Tamaki wouldn't believe were possible from anyone but him. He towered over the villain, bearing down with a punch that Tamaki knew firsthand didn't need a power based Quirk enhancement to send most opponents reeling. But as he made contact with the villain, he grit his teeth and seemed frozen in place. Lemillion was straining as hard as he could against… something? Only then did Tamaki notice that half of the woman's body was glowing a vibrant yellow. She seemed to be able to redirect the force of Lemillion's punch in the same way she was redirecting Nejire-Chan's energy blast! The hero grit his teeth and pushed with every ounce of force he had, but it wasn't enough! No, no, no! If only he were there, Tamaki could-

Nejire-Chan's turn. As the villain was distracted she kicked the Lemilliomet at her while still pouring on the Nejire Wave. The force of the energy attack fired the visor like a cannon, hitting the woman square in the back of the head. The villain stumbled, the blue side of her body quickly shifting yellow in response to the physical attack- but now she was vulnerable to the Nejire Wave! She shouted in pain as the wave crashed over her, pushing her back into Lemillion who didn't even need to move out of the way- he had tons of practice timing his Permeation with Nejire's swirls. The villain- clearly not one to be outdone so easily, seemed to force herself back into her blue state in a desperate attempt to absorb Nejire-Chan's energy attack. But now, she was vulnerable to Lemillion. One quick punch was all he needed. The fight was over.

Tamaki watched the woman fall forward- quickly caught by Nejire-Chan before she hit the ground- and he finally let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in. Watching his partners fight without him was an awful experience, but he couldn't be more proud of the two heroes. They'd taken the villain down all by themselves, with no civilians hurt and barely any property damage. They were incredible.

The news crews descended on them both almost instantly, cutting short a kiss that had almost gone a little too far on camera. Lemillion chuckled bashfully, keeping his hands to his sides while Nejire-Chan handled the questions- the cameras loved her and she really didn't mind the attention. Tamaki watched for as long as he could, a big smile on his face before HeroTracker switched to this year's newest All Might special.

His partners were awesome. They were incredible. And… god… they were so frustratingly hot. The overwhelming power Nejire commanded, her incredible vitality crashing over people and forcing them to their knees. The imposing, larger than life figure Mirio cast over a battlefield, topped off with a kind word and a smile that made civilians feel safe and villains think twice before attacking. They were beautiful. And they were both his!

Tamaki really wasn't interested in the tv anymore. There were a few thoughts swirling around in his head, but they all flowed in the same direction. Mirio would get home around 6. Nejire, around 7. That meant that he had at least… five hours before someone came home. Five hours to sit with this gnawing frustration in his gut.

He needed to get off.

Tamaki's sex drive was… unfortunate. He found this part of himself so inconvenient. It was so needy! So desperate! It turned a night of resting with his partners into one where the slightest brush or kiss or intimacy would leave his stomach knotting itself over as he tried to find a way to excuse himself to the bathroom. Often he was found out before he could escape, Nejire and Mirio more than happy to help him out. But they weren't here now!

"Cold shower," Tamaki mumbled to himself, pulling himself out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. A few minutes under some cold water should help focus his thoughts on something else. Anything else. He just had to stop thinking about how good his partners looked in their costumes. It couldn't be that hard to just stop being horny. Right?

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Tamaki spent thirty minutes in his icy shower, desperately trying to coax his thoughts away from his partners. Song lyrics, his favorite recipes, battle tactics Riot and Steel had come up with. Nothing worked. Even under the icy water, all he could think of was easing the gnawing in his stomach. His mind wandered to their graduation night- the night they'd turned their awkward confessions for one another into a wild, sloppy, awkward romp that'd lasted long after dawn the next day. Or last year, when Nejire had spent hours rawing Yuyu after she'd finally admitted her feelings for her. Or a few months ago for Nejire's birthday when he and Mirio had rutted into Nejire until she'd collapsed under them in a giggling tangle of limbs.

A few drops of water splashed on his face, snapping him out of his memories. He opened his eyes, and they immediately focused on the enema bulb sitting patiently on the edge of the bathtub. Even if he managed to squash his sexual frustration until his partners arrived, he didn't want to have to bother them to deal with his needs after a long day on patrol. He could handle it himself and still have enough time to make dinner. "Dammit," he whispered under his breath, dejectedly grabbing the bulb.

…

He made sure the bedroom was perfect before he started. A couple towels down on the bed, the window cracked and letting in the nice, cool spring breeze. The lights were dim, the blankets nice and warm, and he'd even lit a candle to really get himself into the mood. Not that he'd needed it. What really set the mood for him was the cape and sports bra that Mirio and Nejire had worn yesterday sitting by his pillow. Tamaki had pulled them off the top of the pile of laundry, his face red as he really considered doing this… again.

He did it often. There was just… something intimate about scent that always got Tamaki where he needed to go. To top off his little arrangement, the soap dispenser full of lube was sitting on the nightstand by the head of the bed, and his favorite vibrator was already raring to go. Tamaki sighed, resting his head on his pillow. He placed another pillow under his hips- one that he and Nejire got a lot of use out of- and positioned himself as comfortably as he could considering his casts. He checked his phone, looking at the time. 1:32pm. Barely a half hour had passed since Lemillion and Nejire-Chan had taken down that villain. Time seemed to tick by so slowly.

He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he'd had sex. About a week before the incident. That'd been why he was rushing that night, if he were honest with himself. It'd been 7:50pm. So close to the end of his shift. And if he'd ended the fight quickly, he could've made his usual clock-out time and been home in time to get railed by his partners. Instead, he'd gotten hurt and hadn't had the chance to get off in three weeks! Going longer than four days was torture with his libido.

He pawed at himself, grinding the heel of his palm into his length as it quickly began to grow under his touch. His body reacted so quickly to any sort of stimulation, and it was one of the most embarrassing things about himself. After just a couple seconds he was already hard and standing tall in the cool breeze coming from the window. He looked down at himself, slowly grinding the heel of his palm against his length. Tamaki had always thought he was on the smaller side but… apparently six inches was average? That made him… barely above average? All that really mattered to him was how much Nejire and Mirio liked it though, and thankfully his partners seemed happy with his size. And… weight?

"It's so heavy, right Mirio? It always leaves me with that nice and full feeling," Nejire had explained, a big, cheerful smile on her face as she spoke as if she'd only been discussing something as benign as the grains of sand on the beach. She'd punctuated the question by leaning down and pressing a kiss to one of Tamaki's balls before wrapping her lips around it and taking it into her mouth. Tamaki had whined, squirmed and grit his teeth while he braced himself against how warm and wet Nejire's mouth had been.

"Yeah, you're right. But I think I like the curve more, you know? There's just something about a nice curve that looks really handsome, you know? And the pressure it puts on all the right spots when you're riding!" Mirio replied, his lips brushing against the head of Tamaki's shaft while he spoke. He'd barely gotten the words out before he came down on him, taking his length into his mouth and swallowing him as deep as he could.

"Oh, that's not fair! You know how much I love riding Tamaki! Fine, the curve is my favorite," Nejire whined, blowing a raspberry at her boyfriend as if she'd been forced to agree with him. They'd spent an impossible amount of time pointing out all of the things they liked about his body, practically worshiping every inch of him after he'd admitted a few of his insecurities a couple hours earlier. Tamaki had been positive he'd die that day. Instead, he'd survived against all odds- even after seven orgasms. He'd lost count himself around four, but leave it to Nejire to keep count of something like that and tease him about it later.

Tamaki lost himself in that memory, grinding himself against his palm to the same pace Nejire had grinded her cunt against him, her clit dragging up and down along the bottom of his shaft and leaving a warm, wet sheen up his length. She'd teased him for what felt like hours while Mirio kissed him, holding his hands down on the bed to stop him from reaching up and interrupting Nejire from her painfully deliberate teasing.

"Can you feel how wet you're making her, Tamaki? I can hear it. Do you think that Nejire doesn't think you're one of the most attractive people in the world when she's grinding against you like that?" Mirio almost never talked dirty like that. He was too wholesome- too innocent to recognize how to do anything but praise… usually.

"Open your eyes, Tamaki. Look, she's shivering for you. She's gonna cum on you before you can even touch her." Right on cue, Nejire had shuddered, back arched, her fingers tangling in her hair as her eyes rolled back with a loud whine. Nejire always came like a tidal wave, the sensation crashing over her in one big rush. Watching her come undone like that… while grinding on his dick! It was just so, so much. His dick had twitched, desperate for more stimulation. Desperate for release! But Mirio and Nejire hadn't been done with him just yet.

Tamaki grabbed Nejire's bra, reverently turning the soft fabric over in his hands. The sports bra was a pastel lavender color that looked beautiful against her skin. The people in the costume department were absolutely amazing for the way they made such tough and supportive, yet thin and comfortable fabrics- qualities that were absolutely necessary under skintight costumes like those Nejire-Chan wore. Tamaki brought the bra to his face as he finally wrapped his fingers around his length. He'd wound himself up enough with the memories and teasing. He had to get off. That's what this had all been about, right? He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in her scent. Nejire always smelled so sweet! Like her skin itself was made of candy. It reminded him of his toddler days, exploring old dagashi stores and finding his new favorite sweet with Mirio. The faint scent had permeated the fabric of her bra, and it almost felt as if she were right there with him. Tamaki closed his eyes, lost in the scent and the memories that came from it.

"Come on, Kitten! You're so close," Nejire had been cheering him along since he'd started, her hands roaming his body as he'd moved. Tamaki had worked up a sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead as each movement felt like the hardest workout of his life.

"It's okay if you need to take a break, Tamaki. I-" Tamaki had leaned down, capturing Mirio's lips in a silencing kiss. His oldest friend always knew exactly what to say to make people feel at ease. To make them feel the most comfortable. But that hadn't been what Tamaki had wanted to hear at that moment. He'd wanted to hear how good Mirio felt. He'd needed to hear that he was doing a good job. He'd been desperate for it.

"Sunshine? I don't think our Kitten's come all this way just to give up," Nejire had chuckled, catching Mirio's gaze for a moment before giving him a small wink. As a fellow bottom, was a bit more attune to Tamaki's needs when it came to moments like this, and as lovely and warm Mirio's unending kindness was, she knew when he needed to switch gears and how to gently nudge him in the right direction.

"Oh… I think you're right, Nejire. He just… feels so good, I… It's so hard not to want to flip us over." There'd been a soft groan to Mirio's voice, like he'd been holding back a deep, rumbling growl in his chest. Mirio was hardly the sort of lover to lay back and let someone else do all of the work. It'd been Nejire's idea. She'd taken it upon herself to tie Mirio to their headboard and grind against him for the half hour before Tamaki had come home.
"Kitten, you're home! Can you come here for a bit? I've already warmed him up for you, and he's probably more than lubed up for you with how turned on I was. Wanna ride him?" Tamaki had barely managed to get his costume off in time before he'd sat on Mirio's lap and eased his boyfriend's dick inside himself. Nejire always teased him about how easily his body let his lovers in. "Your holes are always so hungry for us, Kitten!" He'd done his best to tune her out lest he finish before even having the chance to have his fun.

"T-Tamaki… you feel so… God, you feel so good. Please don't stop," Mirio had groaned, his hands quickly moving towards Tamaki's hips before being stopped short by Nejire's rope. He could barely even help himself, desperate to touch, to set the pace, to help! But Nejire's mischievousness had barred them both from what they wanted most!

"Ooooo, you hear that, Kitten? Won't be long now," Nejire had cooed, wrapping her arms around Tamaki from behind. She'd been mostly naked, save for the underwear she'd been wearing that day. It'd been pushed aside during their earlier activities, and Tamaki could feel every inch of her skin pressed against his back. Her pebbled nipples pressed against him, the soft, bouncy squish of her breasts, juxtaposed against the thick, unyielding firmness of Mirio's girth inside him.

"You're so cute like this, Tamaki. Who knew we just had to tie Sunshine down so we could see you like this? You're working so hard to make yourself and Mirio feel good." Tamaki had been positive that he was losing his rhythm. His legs spasmed in his attempts to ride Mirio to completion as Nejire teased him. She knew exactly what she was doing and she was enjoying every minute of it! It wasn't often Nejire sat back and watched- she loved being a part of everything they did together- but when she did take up the voyeur role her words were always aimed at exposing Tamaki for the desperate, horny slut he was.

"You know what would really make Sunshine lose it," she'd asked, her lips brushing against the shell of Tamaki's ear as she spoke. "Watching you cum. You know how much he loves seeing us happy, don't you Kitten?" Nejire's hands had snaked around his chest, gently tweaking his nipples as he rode Mirio. She'd bit the shell of his ear, gently grazing her teeth along it as she'd moaned ever so softly.

Tamaki had let out the most choked whine of his life as he'd cum. Without touching his dick, his orgasm had been more of a building flood of sensation, and his cum had flowed out of him like a dam bursting. Normally he always tried to hold back. Always tried to have a polite cumshot. But with Mirio's dick grinding against his prostate and Nejire playing with his nipples while nipping his ear, politeness hadn't exactly been the first thing on his mind. When he'd finally managed to catch his breath, he'd opened his eyes and saw Mirio's stomach, chest and face covered in his cum. "S-sorry! Mirio, I-I-"

Rope had been a silly idea, but one that Nejire had known wouldn't work for long. She'd wanted to keep Mirio at bay for just long enough to wind him up until he broke. Even eternally polite, kind, safe, Mirio could only be wound up so far before he became a slave to his own carnal desperation, and Nejire had set up the perfect storm to come crashing down on their poor Kitten. Tamaki had spent the next two hours with his face pressed in the sheets, Mirio's hand tangled in his hair and pushing him down into the mattress while he fucked into his boyfriend with the same impossible vigor he took down villains. All the while, Nejire had watched and fingered herself as if she were simply watching a video, playfully offering encouraging words to Mirio or teasing ones to Tamaki.

And Mirio… big, strong, overwhelming, overpowering Mirio. He always smelled like citrus, and the eucalyptus soap he was fond of mixed with his natural scent in a way that drove Tamaki crazy. Even with his face buried into the mattress, he could still smell him with every breath he took, and he let that beautiful scent be the only thing to anchor him to reality while every other thought melted away to the sensation of his boyfriend rawing him as if his life depended on it. After that first orgasm, normally he could go quite a while without finishing again, but being so helpless while Mirio fucked into him with that hungry, ravenous desperation had just been too much for Tamaki.

"Again, Kitten? Wow you must really like the way Sunshine's treating you. I'm almost jealous, you know? You look like you're having so much fun," Nejire had teased. Tamaki had heard every word, but had hardly been able to process any of it at the time. The only thoughts in his head had been of the minty-sweet scent of eucalyptus and how unfairly girthy his boyfriend was. The thickest part of Mirio's dick was about halfway down its length before it tapered off again, and it made each thrust feel like a marathon of a stretch as his body was forced to accommodate him.

Tamaki grabbed Mirio's cape, wrapping the fabric around his length as he jerked himself off. Mirio had always been particular about his cape. While most heroes who wore them let their capes be thick and tough to avoid damage and tears, Mirio had made sure his cape was made soft and warm to wrap around someone who needed it most. Right now, Tamaki was positive he qualified. He stroked himself as quickly as he could, desperate to get off and finish what he was doing. Jerking himself off with the bright red cape felt so taboo, but the thought only made it even hotter. He stroked his length up and down, up and down, fucking into his clenched fist as quickly as he could, but it still wasn't enough. He knew he wouldn't be satisfied like this. Jerking himself off just wasn't enough. Not after getting topped by Mirio. So much had changed since their first time together, and he'd finally understood why jerking off had never been satisfying to him despite how much his body seemed to crave it. He'd been doing it wrong!

They'd all gone shopping one night, spurred on by a bit of alcohol and a lot of inappropriate kissing and touching at the restaurant they'd gone to earlier in the evening. Tamaki would've never been able to walk into a sex shop on his own, but he'd been so distracted by Mirio's lips against the shell of his ear that he didn't realize where they were until he was already inside. Mirio and Nejire had asked a million questions that'd made him squirm, but they seemed to know the answers to them just based on his body language. They'd left the store with a few toys, one among them a vibrator that they were convinced Tamaki would love.

Tamaki grabbed the vibrator and brought it under the soap dispenser. He had to give a couple extra squirts of the lube than he usually used with Mirio or Nejire- they hadn't been kidding about how much easier his body let them in than it let anything else in. He used his hand to evenly coat the toy before pressing it against his hole. He closed his eyes and tried to conjure up another memory.

The first time Mirio had sucked his dick? No… The first time Nejire had pegged him? No…

He grabbed the cape and bra and brought them to his face again. He needed to stop thinking and just feel. Feel the softness of Nejire's bra and Mirio's cape against his body. Smell the candy sweetness and musky mint. Feel the thick silicone head of the vibrator buzzing against him. He whined in pleasure, the scents being more than enough on their own to turn him on. He didn't need another memory. He was already so turned on he could feel himself racing towards his release.

Tamaki let out a tiny whine as he pushed the vibrator against himself with a little more pressure. There was never a good angle to do this, and with his legs in casts it was even less comfortable, but the gentle stretch as his body slowly opened up around the toy was nice. Bright yellow with ridges colored a beautiful powder blue, he was convinced Mirio and Nejire had searched online for this exact one before bringing him to a store that sold it. It was about five inches long, but most importantly it was flexible, letting him hit the spot he needed and get as much pressure against himself as he wanted. It was smaller than Mirio or the strap Nejire liked to use, but the stretch was still pleasantly intense without any help. Penetration was only so easy with his partners. Without them? … Nejire would tease that his impossibly hungry throat was only for show.

He pushed the toy a little more, whining even louder as the head of the vibrator pushed past the final bit of resistance and he opened up wide enough for it to slip inside. Between the gentle coolness of the slick lube and the flexible girth of the vibrator, Tamaki was turned on enough that he was able to go from slowly slipping it inside to hilting the toy in himself fairly quickly. He was too turned on and too desperate to get off to take things slowly, and at least while he was jerking off he wouldn't have to think about how embarrassing it was to be this needy.

The best thing about the toy was the small bump towards its end. The salesperson had explained it was there to add something to grind against for someone with a clitoris but Nejire's eyes had widened as she handed it to Tamaki. The first time he'd used it he'd realized that with the toy entirely inside of him, the bump also forced the toy slightly upward, placing pressure against his prostate without him even holding it.

Nejire really thought of everything when it came to torturing him.

Tamaki whined and squirmed as the vibrator slipped into position. The stretch and pressure and texture of the ridges were already enough to make his breath catch in his throat for a moment. He didn't even need to turn the toy on or touch his throbbing dick. He could feel the orgasm he'd been chasing all this time coming closer and closer. He took deep, shuddering breaths, filling his lungs with the scents of his partners, desperate for even the tiniest hint of them. He was practically wrapped in the warm, soft cape and pastel bra. He wished they were there with him, but for now, this was perfect. It was everything he needed and he thrust his hips upward over and over again, chasing that mounting orgasm. His hips kept bucking, so close to-

The vibrator bumped against the pillow, suddenly turning on to the setting it'd previously been on. High.

Tamaki wasn't someone who ever let himself get too loud during the deed on his own, but… well, the sudden powering on of his toy when he was already so close wasn't a very common experience. He'd been denied for weeks, riled up for hours, so close to the edge for minutes , and surprised with the vibrations! He practically shouted as he came, his dick throbbing as it shot its load over his stomach and chest- some even landing on his face. He was on the moon. He was even further away! All he could feel was buzzing and warmth and musky mint and sugary sweetness. The only thing that pulled him back to earth was the vibrator still massaging his prostate, threatening to make him finish again after just a few moments! Overstimulated, Tamaki whined before opening his eyes, his hand already reaching down his body to grab the vibrator before-

"Mirio, see! Didn't I tell you?" Nejire playfully smacked Mirio on the shoulder, a wide smile on her face. "Our Kitten has a high sex drive. There was no way he was going to be able to wait out six weeks. I don't even think I could've gone that long without popping!"

"I thought we were being respectful by giving him time to heal," Mirio responded, his face as red as the cape currently wrapped around Tamaki despite his nonchalant tone. They were both standing in the doorway, watching him as if they were waiting for a performance to be over to give a standing ovation. Tamaki froze so much he thought he could feel his heart stop, feel his blood screech to a halt inside his own body. He wanted to disappear. To never have existed. To-

"I'm sorry Tamaki. It's my fault, really. I was worried you wouldn't be in the mood because of your leg! I should've known you'd get so bored cooped up in the house all day for weeks." Mirio's apology was sincere and heartfelt. He walked into the room and set his cracked Lemilliomet on the nightstand beside the bed before sitting down beside his boyfriend and grabbing a towel and gently wiping some of the cum off Tamaki's chest and face. Mirio was the sort of person to care for others no matter what.

It wasn't fair how sweet he was.

"Not just bored, Mirio. Horny! It sucks being super horny and not having any way to fix it, isn't that right, Tamaki? It's like you really really wanna get off but can't! And the feeling just grows and grows and grows until poof!" Nejire floated into the room just a couple steps behind Mirio and sat down on the other side of the bed, playfully nudging Tamaki as she spoke.

Tamaki was going to die. Cause of death: embarrassment- it'd say it right there on his grave. He wasn't even sure what to do or how to respond. Should he turn the vibrator off? Take it out? In a sane world he'd put his clothes back on and go find some nice, comfy railroad tracks to rest on, but he was already so overstimulated and the vibrator was still on! And the way they were watching him, his dick twitching in desperate need for release… The tiniest whine came from deep in his chest, so quiet he'd almost hoped neither of his partners had heard it.

Unfortunately, both Nejire and Mirio were fairly observant people when they wanted to be, and they were having a particularly fun time observing their boyfriend right now.

"I don't think we can keep him waiting much longer, Nejire," Mirio chuckled, shooting Tamaki a small, warm smile. He was playing Nejire's game with this silly acting, but he still wanted to make sure his boyfriend was out of his shock of being walked in on before starting anything more… intimate.

"You think so, Sunshine? Even though he's such a villain," Nejire asked in response, her voice taking on a playful purr that sent shivers down Tamaki's spine. She was planning something!

"A villain," Mirio asked, blond eyebrow arched curiously. He'd never call either of his partners villains, especially not just for masturbating. And he knew Nejire wasn't that meanspirited either.

"Yeah! Here our Kitten is getting off all by himself without even asking us! And he's using our clothes to help get off! Totally villainous! And since we are heroes, we should teach him a lesson," Nejire said with a wink, hoping Mirio would pick up what she was hinting at.

"Teach him a lesson?" Mirio honestly didn't understand what Nejire was getting at. He didn't mind Tamaki having used his clothes to get off! In fact, it was honestly pretty flattering! It wasn't until he turned his gaze on Tamaki and noticed how red his boyfriend's face had gotten, and how much his dick was twitching that he understood. Tamaki was a villain… as long as he wanted to be.

Mirio reached for the nightstand and grabbed his Lemilliomet before slipping it on over his head. The visor was cracked, but made looking through it no more difficult. Lemillion looked down into Tamaki's eyes, a sort of soft hunger coming from him that made Tamaki feel small and overwhelmed and safe and objectified and hot all at the same time. "Yeah. I guess we should teach this villain a lesson."

That… wasn't fair. Tamaki had always loved the form-fitting, iconic costumes his partners wore. He even wore something similar… under the dozens of pouches and his cloak and tunic. But on Mirio's taut muscles and Nejire's soft curves… It wasn't fair. He'd already been forced into this unfortunate celibacy for weeks! He'd already been so wound up he'd been forced to touch himself, entirely unable to hold off any longer. He'd already been playing with himself for about an hour, and had gotten so close to that sweet ecstasy of relief. The vibrator was still buzzing away inside him, teasing his prostate with a deep rumble that made his teeth chatter. And now Nejire-Chan and Lemillion, teasing him with a roleplay experience and offering to finish him off? He knew it was happening before it started, and his body shook as he tried to stop it, only intensifying the sensation. Tamaki unraveled a second time before either of his partners even had the chance to touch him, pushed to the edge by the buzzing toy and his own depraved desperation.

Now he was going to die.

"I'll go grab my harness! Don't start without me!" Nejire was up in a flash, diving under the bed to fish out their toy chest. That gave Mirio- no, Lemillion, some time to cater to Tamaki by himself.

"You could've told us about this, you know," the hero whispered, only chastising him a little for having been so unfairly quiet about his needs. Lemillion pressed a gloved hand to Tamaki's chest, feeling his boyfriend's heart racing as the blond leaned down to clean Tamaki's cum a second time, this time with his tongue. He licked up the sticky, salty liquid, a small smirk on his lips as Tamaki flushed from the contact.

"I… didn't want to burden you both," Tamaki mumbled, barely able to meet his boyfriend's gaze. Lemillion had an aura about him that made people want to be better. In this situation, it made Tamaki willing to do anything for him.

"But we like this burden, Tamaki." Lemilllion granted Tamaki some reprieve and finally turned the buzzing toy off. Grabbing the handle, he thrusted it in and out of Tamaki's desperate hole a couple more times, getting the quietest whimper from him before he finally slipped the entire length out. Tamaki was always such a quiet person, except in the bedroom with his partners. It was one of the only times he allowed himself to be loud. Vocal. Where he asked for what he wanted without worry. Well… at least his body did. His wandering mind still needed a little distraction during all but the best of times.

"I can hear you boys getting started without me," Nejire-Chan whined. She made her way back to the duo, having thrown her harness on over her costume and carrying a fabric bag in her hands as she raced to join in before she missed anything interesting.

"I was just trying to convince this villain to talk the easy way, Nejire-Chan. It looks like we might have to use some more intense methods," Lemillion chuckled, easily slipping back into the role he was playing.

"Ooo! I think you're right, Lemillion! Can you get this Kitten to sit up properly?" Before Tamaki could even finish squirming at the way they spoke about him as if he weren't even there, Lemillion had lifted him into a seated position right between his own legs. Tamaki leaned back against the hero's chest, feeling the gentle heartbeat of his boyfriend against his back. He had no idea how Lemillion could be so calm and collected during this, he was positive his heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. "Thank you so much, Sunshine! Now for a couple of toys that this villain has really earned."

Nejire-Chan had already prepared a couple of items to go along with her "advanced interrogation techniques." Most were a surprise for later- including whatever she was planning to slip into the mint green harness currently strapped around her hips. For now, she wrapped the deep indigo leather cuffs around Tamaki's wrists and tightened just enough that he'd feel a constant pressure from them. His arms were then moved behind his back before the cuffs were tethered together with a second leather strap. Nice, firm and snug, he wouldn't be going anywhere without the hero's permission.

"Anything you'd like to say before we start, villain," Nejire-Chan asked, a playful purr in her voice keeping Tamaki from dissolving into a puddle despite how close his costumed girlfriend was to him. "I'd really like to know what you thought you were doing with our uniforms."

"I- I…" He wasn't sure what to say. What could he say? Both Nejire and Mirio seemed so into this roleplay, he didn't want to say anything that might ruin the moment! How could he answer her?

"I'll never talk." The gentle whisper in Tamaki's ear snapped him to attention. Mirio was offering a retort he'd probably heard a thousand times from the villains he'd arrested. He was helping! Nothing turned Tamaki on more than knowing just how much his partners wanted to rail him.

"I'll… never talk," Tamaki repeated, his face red as he realized what he was signing himself up for. He knew the type of hero Nejire-Chan was like when it came to defiant villains- just below her bubbly, curious and excitable demeanor was a cunning, calculating sort of person who enjoyed making villains feel trapped and overwhelmed under her extraordinary power and stamina. He might not survive the game she was intent on playing with him.

"I'm sure you won't, Kitten. At least, not until we loosen those lips, right?" Nejire was very much into the little roleplay they were doing. She'd always wanted to try something like this, and getting the chance to overwhelm Tamaki and take him apart piece by piece after weeks of forced celibacy made her heart race- he wasn't the only person in this relationship with a high libido, after all. Still, she waited just a couple of heartbeats for Tamaki to respond. A tiny whimper, the smallest nod of his head. He wanted this just as much as she did. Didn't that make this even more exciting?

Nejire-Chan leaned in, pressing herself flush against Tamaki's chest and caught his lips in a kiss she knew would make him dizzy. She really liked kissing Tamaki- he was always so easily overwhelmed. Her hands came up to gently caress either side of his jaw, trapping him in the kiss so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. She pushed even tighter against him, practically squeezing him between herself and Lemillion sitting behind him in a perfect sandwich of love. She made sure to press her chest against his- Tamaki, for the polite, respectful sort of person he was, was incredibly weak to tits, and it was a fun weakness both of his partners got to exploit between Lemillion's ample pecs and her own E cups. She kept him hostage in the kiss, turning up the pressure as it got sloppier and sloppier. Tamaki whined, moaned and fidgeted with his broken legs, his dick throbbing against the thin fabric of Nejire-Chan's costume. Nejire knew she was pushing his buttons, dragging him to the edge of an orgasm with just her lips on his. The thought made her giggle and she finally pulled away, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips for just a moment. "Last chance, villain."

Tamaki had been so wrapped up in the kiss he'd forgotten why his arms were handcuffed behind his back in the first place. He'd forgotten they were even performing a scene. Just off one kiss Nejire had swallowed every ounce of cognition he'd had. She was far more dangerous than any hero UA had produced in years. "I… I don't remember what I'm supposed to be telling you," he admitted, once he'd gotten his breath back.

"I guess we're gonna have to refresh his memory," Nejire-Chan sighed, her voice taking on a playfully disinterested air. As if she were a cat playing with a rather uninteresting mouse. "Lemillion, hold him steady please!"

Lemillion's big, strong hands wrapped so easily around Tamaki's forearms and pinned them to his sides. The hero worked with the indigo cuffs that kept Tamaki's hands together at the wrists. Lemillion's hands then tucked themselves around Tamaki's waist, getting a soft whine from the injured boy. Mirio wasn't much bigger than Tamaki- barely more than an inch taller than him! But his presence was overwhelming. It filled a room like bright sunlight through a large, open window. It'd snuff Tamaki out if he weren't careful.

"There's a million ways we can refresh your memory, y'know? Villains like you really don't deserve this, but it's just so much fun!" Nejire-Chan kissed a quick path down Tamaki's body, riling him up just a bit befores she pressed a couple of kisses against the head of his dick. Nejire loved playing with Tamaki's dick- it was the perfect size to tease and tease and tease and was always so responsive! She pressed her palm against one of his thighs, forcing his legs open a little to get a nice hold of his balls before wrapping her lips around his tip. Her tongue did a few lazy swirls while she gently massaged his balls, humming a playful tune to herself as she did so. She could taste his cum, cleaning what he'd already wasted earlier off of him while she aroused him even more.

Tamaki was having a much tougher time. He was already so sensitive from having cum with the vibrator. Now Nejire-Chan was just teasing him, dragging the tip of her tongue in such slow, deliberate circles around the tip of his dick. Her soft fingers were massaging his balls, seemingly desperate to push him to the edge of his next orgasm in seconds. He squirmed and whined and braced himself against her- or, at least he tried to. Lemillion held him firmly, practically locking his upper body in place as if he'd used Rock Lock's Quirk. He was trapped between both of his partners, completely at their mercy.

He couldn't imagine a better way to go.

"N-Nejire! Ask th-the question again," Tamaki begged, his hips bucking up in desperation. He needed the rest of his length inside his girlfriend's mouth, he needed to feel her throat stretch around him, but she clearly had other ideas. She wouldn't give him what he needed until she got what she wanted.

"That's Nejire-Chan to you, villain," his girlfriend reminded him with a playful smirk, barely moving her mouth away from his dick to speak. Her soft, pouty lips brushed against him with every word, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from cumming even if he tried "And, I think I'll keep doing this a little while longer. I'm sure you can find a way to impress me, can't you?" Nejire-Chan winked at her boyfriend before wrapping her spare hand around his shaft and slowly jerking Tamaki off into her mouth.

Oh no.

It wasn't often Nejire didn't take it easy on him. Usually his partners were kind and patient and willing to give him multiple chances so they could praise him where he succeeded. But every once in a while, Nejire became devious. She'd get curious as to how far she could push Tamaki. To see just what he could take before he'd break. It was a fun little game she loved to play, and she almost didn't mind that Tamaki didn't have a fair shot to win.

"N-Nejire! I-"

"Lemillion? Can you make sure our villain friend keeps it down? I think your fingers would make a good gag, don't you?"

"Sure thing, Nejire-Chan!" Lemillion's fingers were in Tamaki's mouth before he even registered what Nejire-Chan had asked of him. Tamaki desperately tried to ask his girlfriend for mercy a couple more times, but the embarrassing noises that came out of his mouth were hardly intelligible even if she'd wanted to hear what he was saying.

"There we go. Much better, don't you think? The words and pleading of a villain are hardly worth listening to." Nejire-Chan winked at both her boyfriends before getting back to work. Nejire-Chan was all about swirls, and once she got into her rhythm she kept the tip of her tongue gently swirling around the head of Tamaki's dick while her lips fluttered and slurped at him.

Tamaki could barely struggle in Lemillion's grasp. His boyfriend was the sort of guy who naturally put on bulk and muscle like it belonged there. His Quirk was incredibly powerful, but it didn't help him punch someone any harder than normal, so he worked hard to make sure his body was powerful enough to subdue villains of all sorts. That powerful body was holding Tamaki back with incredible ease, not letting his boyfriend escape while their girlfriend took him apart with nothing but lazy tongue swirls and playful fluttering.

Tamaki was completely at Nejire-Chan's mercy, whining and struggling against her, but barely able to utter a word. It felt like hours passed while Nejire-Chan had her way with him. Unfortunately, just a few months ago, his girlfriend had discovered he had a tell. When he got close to finishing, the tips of his pointed ears began to flush red. It was a tell he hadn't even realized about himself, but Nejire-Chan had taken full advantage of it ever since she'd discovered it. As much as Tamaki whined and squirmed and bucked up into his girlfriend's mouth, she knew exactly how much stimulation he could take and when to stop to keep him on edge. She was able to keep him so close to the edge without letting him slip over. It might as well have been torture. He wasn't sure if it'd been hours or days or only a few minutes before Nejire-chan spoke again.

"You think our little villain is ready to talk yet, Lemillion," Nejire-Chan purred, as she pulled away. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear as she lifted her head up and flashed the poor, desperate Tamaki with a bright wide grin. Periwinkle eyes met indigo and Tamaki whimpered around Lemillion's fingers, knowing that not a single intelligible word would've left his lips even if Lemillion hadn't been obstructing his tongue. They couldn't possibly be expecting him to be able to speak now, could they?

"I'm not sure. I think you might've already broken him," Lemillion teased, gently pressing down on Tamaki's tongue and forcing his mouth open a little. All that'd accomplished was making his whimpering louder but even more indecipherable and garbled. Some drool dripped from his lips and around Lemillion's fingers in a lewd display of pathetic desperation. Tamaki tried to convey to Nejire-Chan that he was ready to talk! To tell her whatever she wanted to hear! But he was just way too far gone.

"Ooo, it definitely sounds like it. He can't even make any words," Nejire-Chan giggled, her grin betraying how absolutely devious she was being. "Well what are we gonna do with him if he can't even tell us what we need to know?" Nejire-Chan sat up and pressed her body flush against Tamaki's as she spoke to Lemillion, practically pretending Tamaki wasn't even there. "Do you wanna take your turn, Lemillion, or do you want me to get him nice and compliant for you," Nejire-Chan asked, her voice taking on that impossibly airy tone it did whenever she was discussing sex.

"You know I love watching you two together… Can you go first?" Tamaki could hear the big, wide smile on Lemillion's lips as he spoke. He might think he was being kind and generous, but he was setting his boyfriend up without even realizing. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing? Tamaki couldn't tell, and it only made the scene more exciting.

"Such a gentleman. You know, villain, you can learn a lot from Lemillion." Nejire-Chan pulled away from her boyfriends, reaching for the fabric sack she'd placed on the bed. Tamaki gulped, immediately recognizing it and the items it held within. Nejire switched between being a dominant or a submissive, but she was usually the bottom in most of her interactions, even when she was the dominant party. Yuyu hardly ever felt comfortable bottoming, and Mirio and Tamaki… well, they didn't ever have to remember to get their strap-on harness ready. Which meant that whenever Nejire had the chance to top, she usually went all out. She'd called her favorite toy Starlight. It was a firm, dense silicone that was a bright periwinkle color. Star shaped glitter was sprinkled inside of the toy, floating inside like a starry night sky. What set Starlight apart from nearly any other toy was the textured swirling pattern that climbed the toy from base to tip. Tamaki gulped as Nejire-Chan slotted the toy into her harness. He watched as she reached over to the lube dispenser, getting a few squirts in her palm before spreading it all along the length of the toy. A soft moan left his lips as he watched Nejire-Chan stroke the toy, coating it until it was sick and shining with lube.

It was hot, okay?

Nejire had agonized for weeks about the "right" size of toy she wanted. "I want a bigger one but… I don't know, it doesn't seem fair! If I was born with one would it be double digits? My boobs are pretty big, I think, but does that matter?" They'd discussed it the entire time, as if they were trying to pick an entree off a menu. Mirio was offering supportive advice, while all Tamaki could do was mumble and blush. It took six weeks for Nejire to decide on the final dimensions. Eight and a half inches- just an inch longer than Mirio's- with a gradual, downward curve. It was thinner around than Mirio's but with a gently expanding girth that reached its widest point at the base so whoever was taking it would always feel they were being stretched until she bottomed out in them. Plus with that raised, swirling texture, it was easy to get overwhelmed while taking the toy. And Nejire-Chan was grinning down at Tamaki like she couldn't wait to take him apart with it.

"Last chance, villain. Tell us what we want to know, or we'll get it out of you by any means necessary." Nejire-Chan leaned forward, gently cupping Tamaki's face with a hand. She was breaking character just the slightest to check in. To make sure he was okay with what was about to happen.

"G-go… go f-f-fuck yourself," Tamaki mumbled. He'd been told that hundreds of times by a frustrated villain, but saying it out loud- to Nejire no less- felt mean! But he had to help her with her little roleplay. It wouldn't be any fun for her if he wasn't participating! Nejire-Chan let out the tiniest gasp, genuinely surprised that Tamaki had said something so vulgar! Lemillion had to hold back a chuckle, the smirk tugging at his lips visible only to Nejire-Chan. How cruel that leaning into the roleplay caused his partners to break character, even if for just a moment.

"Hm-hm," Nejire cleared her throat, the mask of Nejire-Chan quickly slipping back on. "Wrong choice of words, villain." Nejire-Chan had already lubed up Starlight. She was ready and eager and so turned on after walking in on Tamaki. Tamaki was already turned on himself, and he'd already worked himself open for her. Tamaki always had the hungriest holes- it surprised even Nejire how easily he took some of her bigger toys, and with his hole and Starlight already lubed up and slick, she knew she could skip to the fun part. She quickly spread his thighs, pushing them apart wide and high until his knees were almost touching his shoulders before pressing the head of her strap against him.

"You villains are always so rude and smug right before we kick your butts." Nejire-Chan's voice had taken on a bit of a sing-song quality to it. She was deep in the scene, completely in Nejire-Chan. Had Tamaki noticed that, he might've braced himself, realizing that Nejire-Chan wasn't the same gentle and caring Nejire that eased into him with deep breaths, wide grins and curious, intentional slowness. Instead, he was caught completely off guard when the hero snapped her hips forward, burying about six inches of her precious Starlight into Tamaki with the first stroke alone.

Tamaki squirmed, desperately trying to cling onto Nejire-Chan as his body tried to accommodate Starlight, but between the cuffs and Lemillion holding him in place, all he could do was moan. Tamaki had always been vocal in bed, but the noise he made at being thrust into so unceremoniously was beautiful! His body clenched and quivered against the silicone, but Nejire-Chan didn't budge even an inch, her hips locked in place as Tamaki moaned and groaned in pleasure. His body was already opened up from masturbating earlier, but this was so different. The texture, the size, the angle, the pressure against him… It was all so much! Nejire-Chan's hands kept his trembling thighs far apart, her periwinkle eyes hungrily locked on his own indigo. She commanded his every breath, his every shudder and thought.

"Aw, what's the matter, Kitten? Hero got your tongue?"

Tamaki wanted to respond. A whine or a groan or something. His girlfriend was clearly having a ton of fun, and he wanted to help her keep in the scene as much as he could. But with a final roll of her hips, Nejire-Chan buried the last couple of inches of her strap into Tamaki and took his breath away. His face was red, his ears were ringing, another small dribble of spit had slipped from the corner of his mouth and down his cheek. It took a few moments before he was finally able to form a thought, and he was positive he'd already cum.

"I thought this villain was going to cum the moment I bottomed out. Isn't that amazing he managed to hold on, Lemillion? If only he were a hero, he'd get rewarded for something like that." Nejire-Chan's sing-song voice cut through Tamaki's haze like a knife through butter.

"That just means you're going to have to try a little harder to make him cum, doesn't it, Nejire-Chan," Lemillion asked, a playful hitch to his voice.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Sunshine. Can you lay him down with his head on your lap?" It took less than a moment to get Tamaki into position, his legs spread wide out to either of Nejire-Chan's sides, his head resting in Lemillion's lap. It was a fairly comfortable position, all things considered.

"Don't be afraid to get your hands all over him, Sunshine. I'm gonna need your help to really teach this villain a lesson," Nejire-Chan said, leaning up to press a quick kiss to the blond's lips. The new angle shifted Starlight inside Tamaki, pressing the toy down against him while he was forced to watch his partners kiss just a few inches above his face. He couldn't help but whine, his dick twitching in spite of his compromised position.

"Awww, isn't that pathetic," Nejire-Chan teased, reaching down and wiping the spit from Tamaki's cheek. "Kitten wants some attention. I bet he can't stand watching us enjoy ourselves without him."

The first thrust had Tamaki throwing his head back against Lemillion's broad chest, breathless and overwhelmed. A shudder ran up his spine as Starlight dragged against his prostate on the outstroke before she fucked the silicone back into him, reaching even deeper than the toy had just a moment ago. The next stroke made him squirm, eyes watering as each swirling ridge pushed against him. The third stroke finally made him moan, his body desperate and open and perfect for what was to come.

"What a slut this villain is," Nejire-Chan teased, settling into a quick, shallow pace. Every second heartbeat completed her outstroke, while every fourth fucked herself deeper into her boyfriend's sloppy hole. Tamaki was nothing more than a toy, an instrument for Nejire-Chan to explore and work over, and she was having a great time.

"If we got the chance to rail villains instead of fight them, I bet we'd already be top 5 by now," Lemillion chuckled, his hand absentmindedly wrapping itself around Tamaki's throat. He didn't even need to squeeze. Just his huge, rough hand against Tamaki's neck was enough to shove Tamaki so deep into subspace he was hardly sure he was breathing.

"You're so right, Lemillion. If only more villains were as cute as little Kitten here. It's almost like he wants to get his guts rearranged," Nejire-Chan chuckled back, thrusting into Tamaki a little harder as she spoke just to get him to moan even louder to emphasize her point.

"Well not everyone is as durable as Kitten is, you know? His stamina's almost as high as yours, and he likes being pushed around!" Lemillion joining in on this praising humiliation was just way too much! Tamaki was used to Nejire dirty talking like this, but now Mirio too! He could feel himself racing towards that climax, his dick throbbing, balls tight against his body as he neared his orgasm. He was so close he couldn't even try to hold it in. He knew exactly the kind of trouble he'd be in if he finished before his girlfriend gave him permission, but he didn't have a-

"Hhhn-" His moan was cut short as Nejire-Chan grabbed him, tightly squeezing the base of his shaft as she slowed her thrusts- not as a reprieve, but a threat. Each thrust was slow, deliberate, angled to put as much pressure against his prostate as he could take. His body was desperately trying to give him some release, but the hold Nejire-Chan had on him was keeping him from finishing.

It was beautiful, sweet agony.

"Aww, poor little Kitten. Can't finish?" Nejire-Chan's sickly sweet sing-song voice was impossible. How could anything about his girlfriend be so cruel? Even the grip around his dick was firm, but made with soft, warm hands that made him want to buck up into them.

"IlltellyouanythinPLEASE!" Tamaki's desperation cut through his fucked out haze. He needed to cum or he'd explode! Of that, he was certain.

Nejire-Chan finally paused, her hips pressed flush against Tamaki's bare ass while Starlight was buried as deep inside of him as it's ever been before. The room was quiet, save for Tamaki's choked breathing. The scent of his girlfriend's breath and sweat were candy sweet and made his head swim.

"Kitten? Do you remember your safeword?" That was Nejire. Breaking character for just a moment to check in on her boyfriend. Mirio released his hold on Tamaki's throat, still not an ounce of pressure other than just the weight of his hand. Tamaki took a few moments to catch his breath before nodding.

"Kitten… verbal, please," Nejire chastised him, gently cupping his cheek with the hand not wrapped around his throbbing erection.

"Y-yes… I remember… It's butterflies." Truly a safe word. All of Tamaki's friends knew he loved butterflies- even the metaphorical ones his partners gave him. He'd never eat one, even for his Quirk, so there was no reason for it to ever come up during their sessions.

"Good boy. And do you remember the stoplight rule," Nejire asked, the pad of her thumb gently stroking his cheekbone.

"Green… I'm green," Tamaki mumbled. Not even a yellow to slow down. This was perfect. Nejire and Mirio were perfect.

"And d'ya remember the movement-"

Tamaki interrupted Nejire even asking the question by performing as much of a sit-up as he could with Starlight hilted firmly inside of him. Another little safety check. Nejire smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Tamaki's forehead, her own heart hammering a little at how much her boyfriend trusted her.

"Looks like this little Kitten wants more," Nejire-Chan teased, easily slipping back into her role. Tamaki had fallen a little from the edge, but just a couple more strokes would easily get him back to where he'd been. His hips stuttered as Nejire-Chan slowly slid her hand off of his length, and he started to whimper just before the hand returned. "Buuuut I kinda don't want this interrogation to be over any time soon."

Nejire-Chan shot a playful wink at Lemillion before inflicting on Tamaki yet another cruelty- the thick, snug band of a cockring quickly slipping over his length. It held him just as tightly as she had, preventing him from finishing. He was trapped between release and pure ecstasy. It was almost too perfect to be fair.

"Lemillion, make sure our Kitten keeps his mouth occupied. I still don't believe anything he tells me will be the truth. Maybe if we open up that throat of his he'll be a little more honest?"

"Are you sure, Nejire-Chan? You know I don't mind just watching," Lemillion said happily, his hand returning to its rightful place on Tamaki's throat, this time with just the tiniest amount of pressure. Tamaki could still breathe, but each breath came just a little slower than he was used to.

"Yeah! We're a team, remember? Plus, I'm sure this villain will be more willing to tell us what we want to hear after you stretch his throat a little more. Here, let's make it a little easier for you!" Nejire-Chan reached forward, her fingers tangling in Tamaki's soft hair. With the tiniest of tugs and a choked whimper and moan, she maneuvered him to lay comfortably on his side, one of his still healing legs resting on her shoulder while she straddled his other thigh. She made sure she didn't rest an ounce of weight on his casts, impossibly careful even in this situation.

This angle was so different. Starlight's textures and swirls were pushing themselves against his core, forcing his body to acknowledge and yield and stretch around every single inch of silicone. He was sensitive all over again, even the slightest roll of Nejire-Chan's hips made his dick twitch in desperation. Tamaki tried to move- to adjust himself and shift Starlight to an angle where it wasn't so overwhelming, but Nejire-Chan kept the gentlest of grips on his hair, and a tiny, corrective tightening of her hand reminded him he wasn't supposed to be moving at all. He was to be pretty and perfect and quiet and motionless while his partners had their way with him.

"Wow! Thanks Nejire-Chan. I hope you don't mind if I'm a little rough with him. I might be a little worked up after watching you both all this time," Lemillion said bashfully. Tamaki chewed at his bottom lip as he noticed his boyfriend's dick was straining at his costume, the dark blue of the inner portion of his pants only hiding his member from those who weren't already looking. He could clearly see the outline of his manhood, jockstrap be damned.

"I'm sure that's fine, Sunshine. It's not like this villain couldn't just start telling the truth to make this stop. Honestly, I think he kinda likes it," Nejire-Chan said with a playful giggle, gently groping Tamaki's balls. That got a loud whine out of the boy, and a pitiful twitch of his body made Nejire-Chan giggle even more.

"Do you really think a villain could be that depraved," Lemillion asked, cocking his head to the side in far too convincing a display of curiosity.

"Only one way to find out. Say ahh, Kitten!" Nejire-Chan rolled her hips, fucking Starlight into her boyfriend and getting the loudest whine yet. Tamaki's eyes watered and rolled back, his mouth hanging open as Nejire-Chan finished her stroke. The second stroke made him whine again, but it was quickly cut short as his girlfriend shoved his face into Lemillion's crotch. He could feel his boyfriend's throbbing erection through his costume pants. It was unfair. Pressed into his crotch, mouth hanging open, each breath Tamaki took he was flooded with Lemillion's scent. More than just an old cape, this was fresh. Warm. Mirio always smelled like warm sunshine and mint, but Lemillion always smelled a bit more… raw. More honest. If Mirio was a fresh shower and basketball shorts, Lemillion was an hour at the gym and sweatpants. It made his head swim and his own cock twitch, desperate for release.

"Nejire-Chan… I wanna feel his mouth on me so bad," Lemillion groaned, running his gloved fingers through his hair as he spoke. Tamaki could tell that his boyfriend was just as desperate for him as he was, he was just usually too polite to be more forward.

"I bet you do, Sunshine. Go ahead. He's all yours," Nejire-Chan promised, pushing Tamaki's face against Lemillion's crotch a little harder to accentuate her point. Tamaki's eyes were glazed over, barely able to focus on anything. The fucked out expression on his face only made Lemillion throb even more against the confines of his costume. He'd fucked his boyfriend before- he knew Tamaki was totally okay with rougher treatment. But was this really alright? Was it really okay to use his boyfriend as nothing more than a hole to get off with?

He looked to Nejire-Chan, seeing her wide, expectant eyes on him. He looked to Tamaki, seeing a horny, desperate slut of a childhood friend.

That'd have to be a question for another day.

Lemillion didn't have to take off his costume. He focused just a bit on his Quirk, and his hard, throbbing dick sprung forward so excitedly it made a soft thwack against Tamaki's cheek. No one could ever say Lemillion wasn't just as eager for sex as his partners.

His boyfriend had just been in a difficult fight. He'd worked up a bit of a sweat, and hadn't exactly had the chance to shower. Tamaki wasn't at all turned off by how much stronger his boyfriend's scent was. It was thick, raw and primal. Tamaki loved everything about Mirio Togata and Lemillion.

"Open your mouth for a real hero, slut." Nejire-Chan whispered so softly in his ear, Tamaki was positive Lemillion hadn't heard her before she rolled her hips and tugged his hair, getting him to whine so loud it echoed in their small bedroom. She knew full well how overwhelmed her poor Kitten was, but that didn't mean she was going to let him off easy. Plus, she knew full well how weak degradation made Tamaki, and it was something they hardly ever got to explore. Their boyfriend always worried whenever words turned mean.

Tamaki did as he was told, his mouth falling open with ease. It wasn't as if he'd ever been against Lemillion down his throat before. It wasn't as if he wasn't desperate for it now. Lemillion pulled his hips back, letting his length grind against Tamaki's cheek as he pulled away inch by inch. With the head of his dick pressed against him, he could feel a couple drops of warm precum rubbing off on his cheek. The fact that Lemillion was so eager for him only turned him on even more.

Nejire-Chan didn't even give him a moment to prepare, shoving Tamaki's head down to swallow Lemillion's entire length the moment he'd lined his mouth up to it. Tamaki's throat was amazing- so amazing it put Nejire-Chan at awe any time she watched it at work. The heroine always struggled to take Lemillion's dick down her throat- it was just so thick! But without even a moment of preparation, Tamaki had his nose pressed against his boyfriend's crotch, his throat stretched wide over his dick. Nejire-Chan was always so proud of Tamaki for taking them both so easily, but she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated with herself for not being able to do the same! She'd been trying so hard and practicing for so long, and the only time she'd been able to successfully take Lemillion entirely had been for her birthday!

Tamaki could tell by the stutter in the rhythm of her hips that Nejire-Chan was watching every moment of what was going on between her boyfriends. She'd always been enraptured by just how easily Tamaki seemed to take Lemillion. She always took a few moments to watch, either for helpful tips or just for her own pleasure- it was hard to be in a throuple without having some kink for watching your partners have fun. And Tamaki knew that deeper down than his girlfriend would ever admit, she was somewhat envious of his skill with taking their boyfriend. Her cheeks would puff up into the cutest pout as she watched, both excited and jealous. Tamaki didn't have any strength left in his body to move against Nejire-Chan and her torturous pace. But… he did have a tiny plan to get his girlfriend to really go all out. To make her really fuck every ounce of her amazing vitality into him and leave him the ruined mess she'd wanted to make him this entire time.

With his throat full of Lemillion's dick, he turned his head slightly and caught those periwinkle eyes that had been watching him so intently. He winked as the tiniest smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. He knew Nejire-Chan would do the rest.

"OOH! YOU! VILLAIN!"

Nejire-Chan's Quirk was amazing. It used her seemingly limitless energy and turned it into a powerful attack that could level mountains. Tamaki had harnessed that energy before- held it in his hands and absorbed and charged and molded it into a powerful beam of pure plasma that could've leveled a city had that been their intention. Because of her Quirk's inseparable link with her own vitality, Nejire-Chan hardly ever grew tired. Tamaki had seen her do a task for hours where even another hero would've exhausted themselves after a few minutes. Once Nejire-Chan set a pace and felt determined enough to keep it up, nothing but her partner's discomfort would get her to stop.

And Tamaki was far from uncomfortable.

Each thrust shoved Tamaki onto Lemillion's dick, stretching his throat around the hero's throbbing need. Nejire-Chan was perfectly timing her thrusts so he'd go from completely empty- clinging to nothing but the very tips of what they were filling him with. Then came the descent, so full of his partners that he'd thought he'd burst! His nose was buried against his boyfriend's chiseled stomach while he was forced to do nothing but slobber over all seven and a half inches of Lemillion's length, drool running down his lips and chin. On Nejire-Chan's side, her hips were flush against his ass, pressing so tight against him he could feel the contours of her harness between them. Each swirl and curve of Starlight was pressed against his prostate, forcing a few more drops of precum out of his throbbing dick and onto his thigh. Then his girlfriend would clutch a little tighter onto his hair and pull him a few inches back, sliding Lemillion's dick out of his throat until just the head of his shaft was left between his lips. At the same time, Nejire-Chan would move her hips back until only the tip of Starlight was left in his hole. Then she'd shove him back down and do it all over again.

Tamaki Amajiki had never felt so overwhelmed in his life.

"N-Nejire-Chan! S-slow down! I… I won't last long at this pace," Lemillion groaned, his face red as he watched how much fun his partners were having. Lemillion wasn't normally a quick-shot- that title went to Tamaki. But the one thing that always drove him to the edge faster than anything was seeing his partners enjoy themselves. Plus, it wasn't as if he wasn't thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend's throat wrapped tight around him.

"Go ahead, Lemillion. I bet this villain is desperate for you, isn't he?" Nejire-Chan rolled her hips again, really grinding her strap against Tamaki's prostate and dragging another gargled whimper from him. Instead of a loud whine, however, most of the sound was lost as vibrations, traveling up Lemillion's dick.

"Oh, that's not fair," the hero whined, running his hands through his own hair as he tried to keep himself from finishing. The poor hero was far too kind and generous to let himself finish first without a fight. Lemillion might not've had Nejire-Chan's impossible stamina, but he did have his own immense determination.

"It's okay, Sunshine. Go ahead and give him his first taste of you tonight," Nejire-Chan encouraged, tugging Tamaki's hair so the boy had to look his hero boyfriend in the eye. Tears were streaming down his flushed face, and a whine caught in his throat as Nejire-Chan thrusted him down onto Lemillion's dick again, filling his throat with his partner. He looked like he was having so much fun. He looked like he was enjoying himself so much. He looked-

"I bet he'd look a lot cuter with your cum on his face, don't you think," Nejire-Chan asked, a wide grin tugging at her lips.

Some of the younger students often argued about who was the most powerful member of the Big 3. Who would beat who. The truth was, Lemillion didn't stand a chance. He was just far too weak when it came to his lovers. His partners. It wasn't even a fair fight.

Lemillion reached out as he felt his orgasm cresting. Normally he was so gentle with his partners, but between Nejire-Chan's playful goading, and Tamaki's warm, wet, soft mouth, he'd lost himself for just a moment. Lemillion tangled his fingers in his boyfriend's hair and came with a shudder and a shake, instantly seeing stars. Nejire-Chan was just in time to pull Tamaki off of his throbbing dick. The first two pumps hit Tamaki square on his tongue, but the next few landed on his cheek, lips and forehead, absolutely covering him in Lemillion's warm, thick release. Nejire-Chan was right- he did look a lot cuter with cum on his face.

"Don't swallow yet, villain," Nejire-Chan chuckled, gently patting Tamaki on the chest as she kneeled over him. She leaned far forward, pressing amazing pressure against Tamaki's prostate as she moved to give Lemillion a big smooch.

"You okay, Lemillion? You back on earth with us," Nejire-Chan asked, with more grace and tenderness than she'd shown Tamaki at all since they'd discovered him jerking off. It was as if he wasn't even there, Nejire-Chan gently wiping a bead of sweat from Lemillion's forehead.

"Yeah… he's just… so good at that," Lemillion huffed, his face red with the exertion of having tried to hold back for so long. Tamaki felt his boyfriend's erection subsiding against his cheek, the rigid length slowly softening as his body needed a few moments to recover. Nejire-Chan kissed him one last time before pulling away, pressing her lips against Lemillion's soft dick and smooching and nuzzling it for a few moments.

"I bet you want this in you so bad, villain," Nejire-Chan teased, rolling her hips as she kept pressure against Tamaki's prostate.

"I bet you want Lemillion to ruin you. Well all you have to do is tell us what we want to know." She spoke in her playful sing-song voice, somehow coming across as slightly more intimidating than the adorable pout she made during a tough fight.

"Wouldn't it feel so nice to feel him cum inside you? Or even just to cum with him inside you? To feel him stretching you open until you saw stars?" Between Nejire-Chan's sickly sweet taunting, the taste of Lemillion's cum in his mouth he still hadn't been allowed to swallow, and the scent of both of his partner's sweat heavy on their costumes, Tamaki had broken long ago. He opened his mouth, desperately trying to speak, but there was so much cum in his mouth he could hardly get a word out without swallowing first.

Nejire-Chan chuckled and covered Tamaki's mouth, stopping him from even trying to finish speaking. She knew Tamaki was at his breaking point, but what kind of heroes would they be if they didn't push him just a little further?

Nejire-Chan gently rested a finger under Tamaki's chin, leading her boyfriend towards her lips. She kissed him, tasting Lemillion's release in his mouth. She kept kissing him, getting her boyfriend more and more flustered while Lemillion watched, his face reddening as he watched his partners make out so… lasciviously. It didn't take long before Lemillion's erection was back, pressing against Tamaki's cheek. Who could even pretend to not be turned on watching two of their partners make out like that?

"Come on, Kitten. It's good manners to swallow," Nejire-Chan teased, spitting out some of Lemillion's stolen cum into Tamaki's open mouth. Finally Tamaki was allowed what he'd been waiting for, and he quickly swallowed down Lemillion's thick, warm, musky cum. He didn't care how lewd or embarrassing this situation was anymore. He just wanted more. More stimulation, more kisses, more being fucked by his partners. His dick twitched and throbbed, desperate to break free of the ring that was keeping him from his release, and his balls felt incredibly warm and tight as they were desperate to pour out the biggest load he'd ever blown in his life.

"Lemillion? I don't think my methods are working. I think we need to try something a little more convincing, hm?" Nejire-Chan leaned forward, pressing her hand against Tamaki's chest and keeping him pinned to the mattress as she slowly slid Starlight out of him. The moment the dildo left him he let out a loud whimper. He felt so empty without the toy in him. He felt his hole twitch and clench as lube dripped out of him, missing the girth and weight of what Nejire-Chan had denied him. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath and recenter himself. He still felt so overwhelmed, so on the edge he thought he'd burst. Getting so close to cumming just to be stopped by the ring or the lack of stimulation was torture.

"Nejire-Chan, can we swap," Lemillion asked, taking the woman's hand and leading her from Tamaki's hips towards his head. Lemillion gently rested his boyfriend's head on his girlfriend's thighs, ensuring he was comfortable before moving to Nejire-Chan's previous spot.

"You're such a mess, Tamaki," Lemillion sighed, using his cape to gently wipe away his own cum on Tamaki's face. Even during their little roleplay scene, Lemillion was always gentle and kind and caring. It almost broke the scene, but Tamaki was well aware of just how kind his boyfriend was, even towards villains who might not necessarily deserve it.

"S-sorry," Tamaki whimpered, his hips bucking for sensation as his body still yearned for stimulation.

"You don't have to apologize, Tamaki… You just have to feel good. We're here to help." Tamaki wasn't sure if that was Lemillion or Mirio speaking. Sometimes those personas were one and the same. Incredibly kind, impossibly supportive. Lemillion leaned down and pressed a kiss against Tamaki's lips.

"All you had to do was tell us you needed us, Tamaki… I could help you take care of this," Lemillion whispered, wrapping his strong, rough hands around Tamaki's throbbing length.

"Or… well, I know what you like more…" Lemillion's Quirk let him get leverage from almost any position. Phase one part of his body into something solid, and he could use the mass rejection he got from turning his Quirk off to push himself forward. With the tiniest roll of his hips, the head of Lemillion's cock was at Tamaki's hole, easily slipping inside after Nejire-Chan's stretching and the generous amount of lube still dripping out of him.

"Hhhh-" Tamaki's moan caught in his throat as Lemillion kissed him. His whimpers as he felt himself stretch around Lemillion's dick. Every inch deeper was more and more of a stretch until he'd made it about halfway down. By then, he was already seeing stars. He loved Nejire and Starlight, but there was something so much… more about the real thing. About Lemillion filling him up. He wouldn't give either up in a million years, but if he had to pick a favorite…

"You feel so good around me, Tamaki," Lemillion groaned and he bottomed out inside Tamaki. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and huffed. His face was red and he was clearly turned on himself. Tamaki desperately tried to reach out for his boyfriend, but the handcuffs around his wrist kept his hands firmly behind his back. He was still a villain in their scene. Still a toy for his partners to fuck until they'd had their fill. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Instead of reaching out, Tamaki desperately tried to move his hips. He rolled them, trying to get some stimulation besides the warmth and weight of Lemillion's cock inside of him. He needed more. But his boyfriend was nothing if not patient.

"Tamaki, you gotta slow down and let me enjoy this. It's not every day I get to see a villain like you so desperate," Lemillion sighed, slowly rolling his hips and aiming his stroke right at his boyfriend's prostate.

"You never let us see you like this. Sometimes I forget just how desperate you really are. How horny you are for Nejire-Chan and me… Let us be your heroes when you're this needy." Lemillion… Mirio? His boyfriend rolled his hips again, getting another loud whine out of him. It was slow and deliberate and forced him to feel every moment of his body stretching and clenching around Mirio's throbbing warmth. It was unfair!

"Ooooh, Lemillion! That's a good technique! I don't think he's gonna last much longer like that, do you," Nejire-Chan asked curiously, one of her hands reaching under Tamaki's head on her lap and between her thighs.

"Nah, Tamaki's always been a lot stronger than people give him credit for. It's gonna take a bit more than this to make him tell us what we want to know," Lemillion sighed, rolling his hips at a snail's pace yet again. Tamaki's eyes rolled back as he felt the head of Lemillion's dick rub against his prostate, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Well, maybe not much more," Lemillion chuckled as he watched Tamaki's face. He positioned himself to make sure Tamaki's legs were spread, but still as comfortable as possible as he started ramping up the pace. A thrust every few seconds. A deep roll of his hips stretched Tamaki wide before he hilted himself deep and stayed there, forcing a couple of tears from his boyfriend's eyes. Lemillion might seem innocent and naive to these sorts of things on the surface, but one thing he absolutely excelled at was knowing exactly what his partners needed. He knew just how to get the reaction he wanted out of Nejire and Tamaki. Right now? He just wanted to tease Tamaki until he begged to be used properly.

"You two are always so cute together… Tamaki, do I look this cute when Lemillion's having sex with me? Or Lemillion, what about me and Tamaki, hmm," Nejire-Chan asked, her fingers slipped under her harness, under her costume as they teased at her cunt. Tamaki could hear how wet his girlfriend was- his head was so close to her he could practically feel how warm she was watching the scene in front of her. He tried to answer her questions, but another roll of Lemillion's hips only got another whimper out of him.

"You two are at least twice as hot. I'm only doing so well right now because you warmed him up for me," Lemillion said generously, rolling his hips and getting another loud whine from Tamaki to emphasize his point. He pressed a little more pressure against Tamaki's prostate, earning a few twitches of the bound boy's dick and a shudder that traveled up his spine.

"I think you're right… Still… You two look so handsome," Nejire-Chan sighed, her face reddening a bit as she teased her clit with her gloved fingers. Tamaki could feel her hand move, and he could imagine exactly how she was touching herself. Her fingers would spread her labia and tease at her clit, rubbing swirls and circles against the sensitive little nub. He'd watched her masturbate so many times he could repeat those exact motions with his tongue, and all he could do now was miss the taste of her cunt on his lips. He could imagine so clearly how pretty Nejire-Chan's cunt must look as she played with herself. He didn't know what was worse- knowing how Nejire-Chan was touching herself as he rested his head in her lap, or being forced to only use his imagination to think about what he couldn't see.

"Tamaki's the star of the show, remember," Lemillion sighed, his hips speeding up just a bit as he lost himself in his thrusting for a moment. Tamaki tried to groan, but his voice broke and barely a sound left his mouth. He was already so spent despite not having cum at all. Still, Tamaki was a hero- or villain in this instance- just like them. Even when he had nothing left to give, he'd never give up. He could go on for as long as his partners wanted.

"Look at him, Lemillion. He's throbbing so much. He cums so much faster when you're inside him than he does when he's inside either of us, doesn't he? Maybe we should just buy him a cage, hmm? Maybe he doesn't really need this, and we could make him cum from being pegged forever. Or would that be too good for a villain," Nejire-Chan asked aloud, her other hand reaching out and gently touching the tip of Tamaki's throbbing dick. So much precum had dripped from the tip he was practically as wet as her cunt. It stained her gloved fingertip, and she teased and swirled the fluid around on the head of his dick, earning another strangled whimper.

"Nejire-Chan, can you take the ring off? I want to watch this villain cum," Lemillion huffed as he thrusted a bit out of rhythm.

"Are you sure? He still hasn't told us what we want to know," Nejire-Chan asked curiously. As kind and caring as Lemillion was, he always got the job done. Nejire-Chan couldn't imagine that her boyfriend was giving up now of all times.

"Trust me, sometimes you have to give them a chance! Villains have hard lives- maybe a bit of kindness might melt him," Lemillion said, his smile as bright as the sun.

Tamaki really wasn't sure if this was Lemillion or Mirio anymore.

"Hmm, you drive a hard bargain Lemillion." Nejire-Chan smirked and gave Tamaki's erection one last tease before slipping the ring off of him. It slid off easily until it reached his dick's swollen, sensitive head. Tamaki bucked up into Nejire-Chan's hand at the sensation, only for her to pull it away just as quickly as it'd come.

"Tell me, villain… Why did you do it?" Lemillion asked the question as he started up his strokes again. Deep down into Tamaki's hole just to slowly drag himself out, forcing his boyfriend to stretch and clench the entire way out.

Why did he do it? He still wasn't even sure what he was supposed to have done!

"Why'd you steal our costumes, hmm," Nejire-Chan interjected, finally giving Tamaki something to work with.

"Hhhh… smelled… smelled n-nice," Tamaki admitted, his face growing red not from exertion or stimulation, but embarrassment this time. It was the first time he'd actually managed to speak in a long while, and his voice was strained and hoarse as the words left his lips.

"Smelled nice? Does that mean you were using our costumes for lewd purposes? My cape and Nejire-Chan's bra," Lemillion teased, keeping that same slow, steady, deliberate pace that was bringing stars to Tamaki's eyes and making him forget to breathe. He could hear a ringing in his ears and could see the room swirling around him. At first he thought it was from being so turned on, but Nejire-Chan quickly shoved her slick-stained fingers in his mouth to get him to breathe again.

"Y-ya," Tamaki mumbled through the gloved fingers between his lips, the taste of Nejire-Chan's arousal making him moan as he spoke. It was husky and warm and sweet and made him want to spend an hour between her thighs tasting her until… whatever came next.

"So he admits it! What should we do to him now, huh Lemillion," Nejire-Chan asked cheerfully, shoving her fingers deeper into Tamaki's mouth to gag him for a moment while they deliberated over his fate.

"Hmm, maybe we should give him what he wants, Nejire-Chan? Maybe a villain like this just needs to get exactly what he wants and he'll stop?" Lemillion sped up just a bit during his strokes as he spoke, a shudder of anticipation spurring him on. Maybe it wasn't just what Tamaki wanted that was urging Lemillion on?

"What do you mean? Let him use our costumes to get off?" Nejire-Chan cocked her head curiously, a small, mischievous smile on her lips.

"Yeah! Maybe this will rehabilitate him?" Lemillion smiled wide, pausing in his strokes this time about halfway through his thrust. Tamaki was caught stretched over the widest part of his boyfriend's dick and was forced to whine and squirm, begging without words for Lemillion to continue.

"That's a good idea, Lemillion. D'ya need help getting your-" Nejire-Chan almost broke character and laughed as Lemillion's costume slipped off of him before she could even ask if he needed help getting out of his costume. As desperate and excited as Tamaki was for his partners, Lemillion was just as eager.

"I need a sec to get out of mine, let me-" Lemillion didn't let Nejire-Chan finish her sentence yet again, reaching forward and phasing his hand through her chest. Nejire-Chan's breath caught in her throat at that, her face reddening as she looked into her boyfriend's blue eyes. She heard before she felt the zipper at the back of her costume being lowered, Lemillion having used his Quirk to phase through her body and reach the tiny piece of metal. Within a couple of moments, Nejire-Chan had been stripped as naked as her partners. Lemillion was so skilled with his hands he even managed to pull the costume off of her without undoing her harness. The fabric fell off her shoulders, down her hips, through the harness straps and down to her calves. The suit was forced to stop there, as Lemillion needed her to help kick off her boots so he could finish getting her costume off.

"... that was really hot, Sunshine," Nejire-Chan said as she covered her cherry red face with her gloved hands. Maybe that was Nejire breaking character for just a moment. She reached out and grabbed one of her boyfriend's still gloved hands, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. Tamaki did his best to keep quiet during their tiny little exchange- it felt so intimate it was as if it'd be rude to interrupt. Nevermind how his head was resting in her lap, barely a centimeter away from her warm, wet cunt, and Lemilllion's throbbing erection was nestled snugly inside of him putting pressure against his sensitive prostate. He might've been playing a villain, but he was still a gentleman.

"Nejire-Chan?" Lemillion gently cupped her cheek and drew her forward for a quick smooch on the lips. "Sit on Tamaki's face, please? I think he deserves a reward for being so cooperative after all this time."

"You really didn't need to convince me to sit on Tamaki's face, Sunshine" Nejire-Chan chuckled. She brought her fingers to her mouth, using her teeth to begin tugging off her gloves before-

"K-keep them… keep them on," Tamaki whispered. He wanted to dissolve into the sheets as he said it, but if they were already being so nice to indulge him… Both heroes looked down at their bound partner, partially in disbelief and partially with teasing excitement.

"You hear what the villain says, Lemillion? He wants me to keep my gloves and gauntlets on. He really is horny and desperate for us," Nejire-Chan teased, reaching behind herself for the pillow Tamaki had been using before they'd walked in on him before carefully transferring his head onto it. Once he was settled, she climbed on top, playfully wiggling her butt in his face. Truth be told, she usually enjoyed sitting on his face with her knees facing towards the top of Tamaki's head- that gave her boyfriend a much better angle to focus on her clit, and she could look down into his pretty indigo eyes and watch his blissed out face as he did his job. But she knew Tamaki liked it this way a bit more. It gave him access to her ass, and it wasn't as if he was the only person in their throuple that liked anal play. Plus, this way, she could still smooch Lemillion.

Tamaki was so excited he was shivering. Nejire-Chan slowly lowered herself onto him, knowing full well just how much Tamaki loved this position. How much he loved her warm, plush thighs framing her face. How much he loved her warm scent and thick, heady taste. She giggled just a bit as he leaned forward the last inch before she'd sat on his face entirely, desperately licking the arousal off her labia.

She then used the sleeve of her costume to wrap Tamaki's throbbing erection in. The soft, thin fabric made him groan, and he knew release was close. There was no way he'd be able to last long like this. Worked up for what felt like hours, edged all that time, his girlfriend sitting on his face, jerking him off with her costume, and full of his boyfriend's cock? He was only human!

"You two always look so amazing," Lemillion sighed, rolling his hips again as if he just had to be fucking something as he watched his girlfriend sit on his boyfriend's face.

"You don't look bad yourself," Nejire-Chan responded, leaning forward to smooch Lemilllion. She absentmindedly grinded down on Tamaki's face, her heart fluttering as his tongue focused on her cunt. Tamaki was always amazing with his mouth, and within moments he'd gotten to work, tasting the arousal Nejire-Chan had worked up on her own and getting her so turned on she was practically dripping onto his lips in less than a minute.

"We should find more desperate villains like this more often. Maybe next time Yuyu can join," Nejire-Chan offered, a small smirk on her lips as she watched another shudder take Lemillion. He was trying so desperately to keep his pace, to last as long as he could and fuck Tamaki as slowly and romantically as he could while still teasing him. Unfortunately, Tamaki just felt too good! Lemillion could feel every shuddered gasp, every whine, every beat of his boyfriend's pulse as he rolled his hips inside of the smaller man.

"Here, let me help with that," Lemillion offered, using his cape and wrapping it around Tamaki's erection as well, before wrapping his own hand around Nejire-Chan's. They jerked Tamaki off together, Lemillion's thrusting speeding up to match Nejire-Chan's rhythm.

It took about five seconds of that before Tamaki finally was allowed to orgasm. His dick twitched in their hands for just a moment before releasing every drop of arousal his partners had managed to work up since they'd first walked in on him masturbating. Tamaki shouted, his eyes rolling back as he saw stars.

It was the most intense orgasm of his life.

His heart was hammering, his head was swimming. The taste of Nejire-Chan's arousal on his lips, the stretch of his hole around Lemillion's cock, the sensation of their hands on his throbbing dick… What more could a guy ask for?

It took minutes for him to come back from the afterglow, his consciousness only returning when he noticed that the plush warmth of Nejire-Chan's thighs had left his face. He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing that Lemillion and Nejire-Chan hadn't exactly stopped while he'd been recovering. Nejire-Chan had his dick between her lips and was casually jerking him off into her mouth as she chuckled with Lemillion. Lemillion had resumed his previous, slower rhythm as he rolled his hips, but still hadn't stopped fucking into Tamaki.

"Oh? He's awake! I thought we'd exhausted you," Nejire-Chan teased as she looked back at him over her shoulder, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as she spoke.

"I told you, Tamaki's a pretty determined villain. One round isn't going to finish him off," Lemillion said encouragingly, shooting a playful wink at his boyfriend as he bottomed out inside him again.

"Should I ride him next? You know how squirmy he gets when he gets to fuck us. Or maybe we should go back to spit-roasting him? Or maybe you could help me blow him?" Nejire-Chan had a million suggestions, and Tamaki's dick twitched at each one. They all sounded so good. But… there was one thing… One thing he'd always wanted, but hadn't had the courage to ask…

Was now really the time?

"Hmm, he has that face, Nejire-Chan. I don't think he wants any of those," Lemillion commented. Always so observant of his partners, Tamaki hadn't even been sure he'd been making a face in the first place! "Tell us, villain… what do you want us to do?"

"Yeah, yeah! Tell us! What's on your mind, Kitten!" Nejire-Chan asked excitedly.

"I…" Tamaki coughed a bit and cleared his throat. He wasn't sure how to ask. How could he ask… "I…"

"Come on, Kitten. You know we won't bite unless you ask," Nejire-Chan urged, desperate to hear what it might be that Tamaki was keeping from them. What it was he wanted most even after getting spitroasted by his two loving partners.

"I… want you… both," Tamaki mumbled, turning away to stare out the window. He couldn't bear to see their expressions.

"We're both here, Tamaki. What do you mean," Lemillion asked curiously, slowing his strokes as he curiously cocked his head at his statement.

No, of course Lemillion wouldn't understand. Tamaki chewed at his lip and looked at Nejire-Chan. Maybe she might… Maybe…

"... oooooooh." Nejire-Chan's face lit up, a big, mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She understood.

"Are you suuure? You know once we start that, Sunshine's gonna be way too into it to stop," Nejire-Chan teased, her tongue making hyper-exaggerated movements as it teased along Tamaki's length. They'd talked about this before- once during a particularly competitive streak where Nejire had teased Tamaki about being able to satisfy them both at once. But they hadn't tried it at all since they'd been together.

"I can stop! … stop what?" Lemillion sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Lemillion, you can pull out of our villain for now. I'll help get him set up and comfy," Nejire-Chan chuckled, shooting the blond a playful wink.

Pull out? Lemillion took a deep breath to settle his nerves before slowly sliding his dick out of Tamaki's warm, twitching, desperate hole. He didn't exactly like pulling out before he was done, but he'd do anything for his partners.

"Perfect. Now sit here on the bed," Nejire-Chan said, patting the head of the bed. Lemillion nodded and moved, sitting with his back against the wall.

"Comfy, Lemillion," Nejire-Chan asked, gently nipping Lemillion's bottom lip.

"Very," Lemillion said with a quick nod. He wasn't very sure about what was happening, but he was definitely eager to find out.

"Good! Now let me get this villain ready for his reward." Nejire-Chan helped get Tamaki partially sitting up. He had no strength left in him to move unsupported, but that didn't matter at all with Nejire-chan here. She helped him along until he was sitting comfortably in Lemillion's lap, his legs angled to keep his casts out of the way of what was to come. Once he was properly seated, Nejire-Chan leaned in close, whispering in his ear quiet enough Lemillion wouldn't be able to make out what she was saying.

"Who first, hmm?"

Tamaki's face was flushed, and his breath was caught in his throat. How could he possibly answer that? He was so close to doing something he'd fantasized about for years! Who first? Did he really have to choose? He opened his mouth to try to answer, but that only earned him a kiss from his girlfriend.

"I gotta stop asking you questions when you're like this," Nejire-Chan chuckled before kissing her way down Tamaki's body. Lips, jaw, throat, chest, tummy. She pressed a particularly intimate kiss against the head of Tamaki's cock, her lips playfully teasing him while her tongue slowly swiped up the glans. Tamaki's legs twitched at the sensation, already so overwhelmed and excited he could explode. Nejire-Chan chuckled and reached across the bed to the automated soap dispenser to get some more lube. She made sure her hand was slick with it before she grabbed Lemillion's cock, getting it nice and coated with the stuff. She winked playfully at the hero, pumping him a few times and making sure he was ready for what was to come.

"You ready to show this villain what we're made of, Lemillion," Nejire-Chan chuckled, lining up the head of the taller man's dick to Tamaki's hole.

"Y- yeah…" Lemillion's face was flushed, and his dick was twitching just as much as Tamaki's. Nejire-Chan thought her boyfriends were at their most handsome right before the plunge. Once they were properly lined up, Nejire-Chan sat up and rested her hands on Tamaki's shoulders before pushing him down onto Lemillion's throbbing length. She made sure he felt every inch, and she watched his eyes fluttered behind his lashes and he chewed at his bottom lip, trying to keep from moaning. She pushed him down on inch after inch, watching his hole stretch around Lemillion's cock until it'd hungrily swallowed him to the base. Only when he was firmly hilted on Lemillion's girth did she release him, a teasing smirk on her face.

Nejire-Chan hummed to herself as she reached for the soap dispenser again, getting another generous serving of lube on her hand before she coated Starlight with it, making sure each swirl and curve of the toy was coated in a thick layer before she moved to kneel directly in front of her boyfriends.

"What's… the plan," Lemillion asked, clearly straining to keep himself from bucking his hips up into Tamaki until they were ready.

"Oh, I think you're gonna like it! It's something this villain and I have wanted to try for a while," Nejire-Chan explained. She positioned herself so she was as close to Tamaki as she could be. Still kneeling, she slid her legs so her thighs were on the inside of Lemillion's, spreading them just a bit and getting Tamaki to sit even lower down on his boyfriend. Then she lined herself up with Tamaki's hole, a devilish grin on her face. Finally Lemillion realized what was going to happen, and he squeezed Tamaki's hips a little tighter, the excitement for what was to come making him eager. Lemillion loved whenever they could do something that involved all three of them, but he'd never thought of this!

Starlight found some resistance as Nejire-Chan slowly pressed her hips closer and closer to Tamaki's. Lemillion was already so thick! Tamaki's hole was already so full! For just a moment Nejire-Chan thought this might not work. Maybe they'd have to prep Tamaki a bit more? Maybe they'd have to try this again another time? She looked into his indigo eyes, searching for even a trace of pain or discomfort.

Tamaki took a deep, calming breath. He was more turned on now than he'd ever been in his life. No way he was going to let this moment be ruined. He relaxed himself as much as he could, and sloooowly Nejire-Chan's strap pushed its way inside her boyfriend.

"N-Nejire," Tamaki whined, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was so overwhelmed and overstimulated and over fucked. He could feel as the head of Nejire-Chan's strap pushed its way inside, squeezed tight against Lemillion's cock and pressed hard against his prostate. His dick twitched desperately, leaking precum as she angled her stroke right against that sensitive spot.

"You sound so pretty," Lemillion huffed, burying his face in Tamaki's shoulder. Clearly Tamaki wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed. Nejire-Chan held back a giggle as she watched her boyfriends struggle to hold themselves back. Tamaki, squirming in his arm restraints as he tried not to cum. Lemillion biting Tamaki's shoulder as he tried not to fuck up into his boyfriend.

Adorable.

"Just hold on a little longer guys," Nejire-Chan urged, reaching up to cradle Tamaki's face in her hands. "Lemillion, can you get your hands under his knees, please? I don't think he's really in a position to do this himself."

The hero nodded, moving his hands from Tamaki's hips to right under his knees, getting a firm grip on his thighs. The boy was practically weightless in Lemillion's grasp, and that made him all the more turned on.

"How's that feel, Kitten? Two heroes fucking you at the same time? How long have you been practicing to make this happen, hmm," Nejire-Chan teased, keeping her hands on Tamaki's face. She watched as a couple tears welled up in his eyes. She knew exactly why that'd happened- every once in a while Tamaki got so overwhelmed he couldn't help the tears. She used the pads of her thumbs to wipe his eyes before Lemillion noticed and got worried.

"Good boy, Kitten."

"C-can… Can I start moving him? Please?" Lemillion always tried so hard to put his partners before himself, but even he was only human. Tamaki was so tight and clenching even tighter around him, and pressed up against Starlight, he only had so much self-control left before he started thrusting as desperately as his hips could allow.

"Yup. Nice and slow, Sunshine. I wanna watch his face!"

Lemillion nodded and slowly lifted Tamaki's weight, watching from behind as his dick slowly slid out of Tamaki's hole. Watching the way his boyfriend's ass offered up inch after inch of his own cock was an incredible sight. Tamaki's hole was forced to stretch wider and wider as it slid up Lemillion's girth, finally making it past the widest point about midway through before Nejire-Chan gave the signal.

"Stop there… that's perfect," Nejire-Chan grinned, watching Tamaki's face. His eyes were fluttering, his lips were quivering, and a few beads of sweat were streaming down his temples. He looked adorable.

"Let him back down! Slowly please!" Tamaki whimpered and whined and groaned as Lemillion let him slide back down their lengths, filling him back up to the breaking point before Nejire-Chan gave the signal to lift him yet again. That was their pace. Up and down and up and down, slow and deliberate and so intimate Tamaki could cry. Each descent took his breath away, and each ascent left him squirming to accommodate his partners.

"You're so good at this, Tamaki… Maybe this should be our new normal, hmm? Lemillion looks like he's having a good time, and I like watching you like this. Maybe we should do this every single time from now on, hmm?"

Tamaki nodded quickly. He'd agree to anything she'd offer. He tried to squeeze his legs around her, trying to get her deeper inside of himself, but Lemillion was holding his thighs firmly. Each thrust seemed to take an eternity, dragging the textures of Starlight and Lemillion's cock against him, dragging out noises neither of them had ever heard from Tamaki before. His dick twitched with each thrust, slapping against his own body and getting precum on himself.

"I bet you feel so good right now," Nejire-Chan sighed, reaching up and gently teasing the tip of Tamaki's pointed ear. "I bet you're already so close… How many times did you finish on your own before we saw you? Three? Four? Is this gonna be your sixth time today, hm?"

Tamaki was positive Nejire-Chan knew the answer to that question, she knew full well what that number was and was just messing with him. Still, it wasn't as if he could stop moaning loud enough to correct her.

"I'm so jealous of you right now, Tamaki…" Nejire-Chan caressed his face and pulled him close, changing the angle he was being fucked at ever so slightly and getting another loud moan out of him as she swallowed it with a kiss. She held him in that kiss for what seemed like an eternity, following his body up and down as Lemillion kept bouncing him on their dicks. Another small smile tugged at her lips as Lemillion began to speed up. It was only a matter of time before he broke rhythm and fucked up into his boyfriend faster and faster. From sex to masturbating with Tamaki's body. It was how the introvert preferred it, after all.

"You should see Lemillion's face right now," Nejire-Chan cooed, watching as their boyfriend's blue eyes fluttered behind blond lashes. He was trying so hard to stay composed. To keep up their rhythm. He knew he was the linchpin to their session, keeping Tamaki bouncing and keeping from finishing long enough to let his boyfriend be used by them both at the same time. If he broke then their entire session would crumble. He just had to keep his composure.

"He looks so handsome like that," Nejire-Chan sighed, her own hips bucking up into Tamaki in excitement. Starlight was grinding against her clit, and while she couldn't feel the thick silicone the way Lemillion could feel his own anatomy, she was getting more than enough stimulation between the way her strap was grinding against her and the beautiful visual of her boyfriend's fucked out faces.

"He's not gonna last much longer… He's gonna cum soon… He's gonna fill you up until you're leaking like a slut," Nejire-Chan chuckled, her playful smile not matching the filth of the words leaving her lips.

"Buuut you're not gonna last much longer either, are you, Kitten?" Nejire-Chan's gloved fingertips traced loose swirls against Tamaki's chest. "We've been doing such a good job, you're barely gonna last another minute, hmm?"

There was no point in arguing. No point in pretending. Nejire-Chan had Tamaki wound around her finger, and stretched around two cocks. He was in divine bliss, and he'd agree to anything she said. Another minute? He might not even last another two or three strokes at this rate.

"I… I think he's going to cum," Lemillion moaned, his face scrunched up as he tried to hold himself from finishing for just a bit longer. "I… I can feel him clenching around us…"

"Is that right? Come on, Kitten, go ahead. I know we're making you feel so good. It's okay. Cum for us," Nejire-Chan said encouragingly before pressing her lips against Tamaki's. She captured him in a kiss and held him there, smothering the whimpered moan he made as he was pushed over the edge. His dick sprayed cum up Nejire-Chan's stomach, getting it on the underside of her tits and down her thighs. He came so much that Nejire almost thought it was a shame to waste it. A big grin tugged at her lips as she watched Lemillion hit his own orgasm. Clearly Tamaki's twitching and throbbing had milked Lemillion enough to spur on the hero's climax.

Tamaki could feel as Lemillion's warm, thick cum flooded into him. He could feel as twitch after twitch of his boyfriend's dick painted his insides white with his release. There was something about that feeling that was just so erotic. Just so perfect. Feeling Lemillion cum inside him made him feel so fulfilled. So loved. If he could be nothing but a fucktoy for his partners, he'd live a happy life.

It felt like hours had passed before Tamaki came down from that afterglow. That warm, comforting sensation of being so beautifully fucked out of his mind he wasn't even in control of his body anymore. Sometime during that, one of his partners had slipped his handcuffs off and given him a chance to stretch his arms and legs. Still, Lemillion's throbbing cock and Nejire-Chan's lube-slick Starlight were stretching his hole and reminding him of their presence with every breath.

"How was that, Kitten," Nejire-Chan asked softly, pressing a kiss to Tamaki's lips. No, not Nejire-Chan… just Nejire.

"That… was perfect," Tamaki whispered, resting his forehead on Nejire's shoulder as he fought to catch his breath.

"I knew you had some hungry holes, but double anal? I can't even pretend to not be super jealous," Nejire said with a playful boop of his nose.

"Yeah, Tamaki… you sure are amazing," Mirio sighed, his lips brushing against the shell of Tamaki's ear as he spoke. He was so proud of his boyfriend. So proud of both of his partners. The fact that they were willing to do these sorts of things to please each other… the fact that they were willing to do these sorts of things with him?! Mirio couldn't be happier.

"Want us to pull out, Tamaki," Nejire asked, wiping a couple beads of sweat off her boyfriend's face.

"... no… I've got you foolish heroes right where I want you," he said with a small, exhausted chuckle.