consider: uraraka being desperate for something that’s not her fingers or hairbrush handle, so she wipes up a body spray bottle before fucking herself with it.

it’s so big and so much more firm than her fingers or brush, and she’s so careless when she tried to get it deeper.

her hands are slick, the bottles popped past her cunt and nestled inside where it’s brushing places she didn’t know existed.

but she can’t get it out.

it’s hard to push, hurts to squeeze fingers around it to try and pull, and just lies there gaping from the clear bottle.

there’s tears of embarrassment in her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath, and it’s even worse when someone knocks on her door and asks if she’s coming down for dinner.

it’s shouto and deku, and she begs them not to open the door while she tries throwing her blankets on.

“ochako, you sound... weird? is everything okay?” deku asks and it’s hard to move with the bottle caught so deep inside.

every movement shifts the plastic, and her tender walls ache from not just being fucked, but from the hard bottle rubbing against her soft insides.

“are you sure you don’t need us? we are friends...” shouto reminds her. “you all cornered me in first year and made sure of it.”

a pained whimper falls from her lips when the rounded edge of the bottle brushes something sensitive, and that’s when the door knob jiggles.

“you can tell us anything, ochako.” deku insists and she squeezed the blankets in her gloved hands as they stepped into her room. “are you alright?”

she hates that deku’s heart is so big that it keeps him from staying out of her room.

what’s she supposed to say to them?

‘i thought it’d be a good idea to fuck myself with a bottle of body spray and now it’s stuck inside of me’?

yeah, because that’s totally not embarrassing and wouldn’t completely shatter their friendship.

she could never look them in the eyes again if they found out.

but at the same time, if she couldn’t get it out herself... what would be worse, two of her friends knowing or her teacher, who will take her to recovery girl, who is obligated to tell her parents?

both options suck, but one option seems a lot more appealing than the other.

“you know how tenya is,” deku smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of his head, “if he doesn’t count twenty heads at dinner time, he’s going to freak out. but, if something’s wrong, maybe he’d understand.”

she swallowed thickly, watching as shouto leaned against the door.

“you look flushed.” he noticed. “do you need some ice—”

“no! no, i-i’m okay...” she told him, biting down on her lip as she shifted under her blankets. “a-actually, deku, sh-shouto... i can’t go downstairs because... haha, funny story...”

“i like funny stories.” deku beamed.

shit.

shit shit shit.

should she really tell them? what could they do about it?

she’s willing to bet that they would have no idea how to help her out in this situation.

but, she dug herself this deep. there’s really no turning back when deku looks this invested in a story.

“i um-i can’t go downstairs because uh...” she felt her face heat with embarrassment as two pairs of eyes settled on her. “i-i accidentally got something s-stuck somewhere...”

“then just take it out.”

well, now she knows that she could always rely on shouto for help and advice.

this is a bad idea. a really, really bad idea.

“don’t freak out.” she rushed, carefully laying down as to limit the pressure of the plastic edge pressing against her walls. “and don’t... don’t tell anyone. no one can know! not-not even tenya! especially him!”

deku nodded.

”but... why can’t we tell him? he’s our best friend! yeah, he can be a little overbearing, but he always means we—”

“i was touching myself.” she cut him off, and he paused mid word, frozen. “and i... i messed up.”

shouto blinked. “you messed up while touching yourself? how do—”

deku’s face was an entirely new shade of red as he waved his arms over his face, laughing loudly the way he usually does when he’s feeling nervous.

“ochako! that’s a-a new one! i never heard a story like that! and don’t worry, i-i think tenya’s better off not hearing this one!”

it’s hurts to laugh with him, even if the lightness eases the heavy weight in her stomach.

“it’s b-based on a real story, deku.” she told him and his adam’s apple bobbed as he peeked at her from between his arms.

“ochako, that’s not a funny story! that’s terrifying! what if—”

shouto pulled himself away from the door, twisting the lock beneath the handle and then taking a step closer.

“what’s stuck?” he asked and she covered her face with her hands when he rolled his sleeves up.

he’s surprisingly... calm. collected.

“promise you won’t l-laugh?”

his eyebrows furrowed.

“laughter is how izuku copes with things that makes him uncomfortable, but i won’t.”

it’s a good enough response, and to be fair, she has never seen shouto laugh once in all the time they’ve known each other.

slowly, she peeled the blanket off her body.

“i was really curious and so i took a-a body spray bottle and—”

“oh my g—“

deku covered his face, and shouto’s cheeks were tinted pink as his tried to keep his eyes on hers.

“i’ve never seen a g-girl’s-a girl’s—”

“could you please calm down? i’m thinking.” shouto mumbled.

her eyes followed deku when he spun around on his heels and began giving himself some kind of prep talk.

it’d be cute and something she’d tease him about if it weren’t for the fact she has an entire bottle inside of her.

“i tried to get it out, but it hurts.” she told shouto.

“right. so, i’m a boy...” he reminded her as if she didn’t already know. “my knowledge on girls is... limited.”

she looked up at the ceiling as a small groan left her lips. “it’s nonexistent. like deku.”

what did she expect?

“limited.” he repeated, his face growing redder.

“ochako, what made you think a-a body spray bottle was a good think to-to do whatever it is girls do!” deku turned to face her. “we have fingers that won’t get stuck inside of places like that!”

she huffed. “i wanted to feel something new. and guys do it too!”

“not the point!”

“there’s also things you can buy for this.” shouto explained as he pressed one knee into her bed. “i will personally buy you one so this never happens again.”

“can you help or not?” she asked, her eyebrows pinched together. “if not, just... get out, okay? this is humiliating.”

“shouto,” deku looked at him, “you have a sister—”

“just what do you think siblings do, izuku? you have a mom.” he retorted, one hand resting against her bent knee. “let’s figure this out. it can’t be too hard. just pull?”

her knees knocked together.

“you’ll pull the cap off.”

deku took a deep breath. “we can do this. i can do this. i was punched in the face by all might, broke my arm a hundred times, pulled a prank on kacchan—”

ochako looked over at him.

“that was you who out the hair dye in his-”

“what does the bottle look like?” deku asked.

“that’d be good to know.” shouto agreed. “dimensions?”

she looked between them.

“... big?” she answered, and deku face palmed. “i don’t know! it looks like all the other ones! i just thought it resembled a-it looks like a—”

“like this?” deku grabbed a bottle off her dresser.

she nodded, and shouto glanced.

it’s sleek, cylindrical, and the diameter as thick as about four of her fingers.

“so you’re telling me that the first few inches is the cap.” he observed. “and the rest is safe to pull.”

“don’t wanna risk a-accidentally spraying it inside...”

“how do you even get something like this inside?” deku set the bottle down. “doesn’t it hurt?”

shouto pushed her knees apart, and ochako covered her face. “izuku, she has continuously told us that it hurts.”

“then why do it?”

“it didn’t hurt in the moment...” she admitted.

“so i just have make you feel good, and maybe i can try and pull it out.” shouto thought outloud. “i do have the longer fingers.”

“can you really just get in the moment when you’re in this situation?” deku wondered as she flinched when shouto held her thigh.

“i don’t know...”

deku nervously chuckled as he leaned against her desk. “and how-how do you get a girl in the mood... exactly?”

“ochako,” shouto looked up at her, “here’s my plan...”

she already wants to kick him out and just live the rest of her life like this. no one has to know. it’s fine.

“it’ll be easier to slide out and get my fingers inside if you’re wet, ochako. i should be able to grab it. so if you’re okay with it...” he trailed off and the room went quiet.

“y-you mean u-us and her and like k-kissing and touching—”

she nodded slowly.

“whatever it takes.”

her eyes lowered to where shouto was in between her legs, and either she’s crazy, or he just gave her a smile.

“calm down, okay? you need to relax.” he instructed. “tell us what turns you on.”

suddenly, everything she has ever liked is gone and she’s drawing blanks.

“what-what if i...”

deku took a few steps closer, and her breathing hitched when his knee dug into the bed right beside her.

“don’t freak out!” he rushed. “please, don’t freak out.”

she nodded quickly, her heart racing as his scarred fingers held on to the back of her head.

“can i...” deku leaned forward, his eyes locking with hers. “i-i mean, is it okay if i k-kiss you? you can um.... say no, but i would really appreciate it if you didn’t.”

“breathe, ochako.” shouto told her and she sucked in a deep breath, unaware she was even holding one.

“deku...” she mumbled, feeling his nose brush against hers. “go ahead.”

he pressed their lips together, and a shiver ran up her spine when his finger tips massaged her scalp and pushed her closer to his face.

at that same moment, she felt two hands curl tightly around her hips.

“you’re still tense.” shouto noted, rubbing circles on to her bare skin with his thumbs.

it’s not her fault.

no one has ever touched her bare hips like this, or seen her this exposed, and now two of her best friends were suddenly here stealing all of her firsts.

it’s... weird.

not necessarily a bad kind of weird, but a... strange kind of weird, if that made any sense.

unexpected was probably the word, but it’s hard to think about anything when deku’s hesitantly flicking his tongue against her bottom lip.

“i-is that right?”

hell if she knows.

when he pulls away unsurely, his face is red and his bottom lip is between his teeth.

“what am i s-supposed to do?”

shouto took his wrist while speaking, “do what feels right, izuku.”

she covered her mouth when a palm cupped her chest, squeezing with shouto’s guiding hand.

“that’s...” deku swallowed as he fondled her chest, “very vague, shouto.”

“it’s not my body. i can’t tell you how to make her feel good.”

her hand is careful when it cups the lips of her pussy, not wanting to brush the plastic peaking from her stuffed entrance.

“right here...”

she’s got two fingers around her clit, exposing the nub to shouto before rubbing over it. and at the same time, her other hand is pinching on her nipple, a breathy moan falling from her lips.

but there’s a deep ache in her lower body when her walls clench around the bottle.

“that’s s-so...” deku hid his face in his shoulder for a moment, “lewd...”

shouto’s hand brushed hers between her legs, and the foreign touch of someone else made her knees twitch with the urge to close.

“if you’re going to let every little thing get you flustered, izuku...”

“it’s not my fault! i’m just-it’s...” deku struggled to speak as she closed her eyes. “you mean to tell me that you’re not even a little bit excited right now?”

“i never said i wasn’t. i just have better control.”

two warm fingers pressed down on her clit, and her hips jerked.

“l-like that...” she gasped softly, and izuku set one hand against her stomach.

“careful.” his eyes met hers. “what if you push it deeper? just-just stay still, okay? we’ll... shouto and i will take care of you.”

there’s a genuine look of concern in his face, and it’s so sweet.

the sincerity makes her stomach warm, and though deku gets red faced at any sort of female acknowledgement, it’s kind of... nice knowing that it’s her body that’s getting him excited.

and shouto too.

cool, calm, collected shouto todoroki just admitted that she made him excited.

“you’re really beautiful, ochako, have we mentioned that yet?” shouto asked her, and she felt her cheeks burn red hot.

why she’s blushing over something as small as that while laying completely naked for them is beyond her.

“i-i don’t think we did.” deku answered him.

“how careless of us.”

“what-what are you do—”

she sucked in a deep breath when shouto’s lips pressed against her hips, and deku held her down when she tried to roll her body closer.

“i wanna kiss her too.” deku mumbled, his eyes glued to her chest. “you’re so pretty, ochako.”

“h-hey!” her leg shifted when shouto’s mouth trailed lower, his fingers spreading apart the lips of her pussy. “shouto... ah...”

deku’s own mouth wrapped around her nipple, and her back arched off the bed when his other hand knocked hers away from the opposite side of her chest.

she threaded her fingers into their hair, resting one knee against shouto’s shoulder as his lips brushed the very inside of her thighs.

“relax.” he whispered against her skin. “just... let go. close your eyes and focus on us making you feel good. you trust us, don’t you?”

she wants to ask if that’s an honest question when five minutes ago deku nearly passed out in the corner of her room, but decided not to.

they’re all nervous, and she appreciates that they’re trying their best.

“yeah,” she nodded as she took a deep breath, “i trust you.”

he hummed, and the vibrations shot straight through her body. “then be a good girl for us, ochako. relax.”

o-oh.

that shouldn’t make her stomach hot, and he shouldn’t say things like that when it makes her walls tighten around the plastic bottle like she needs something inside.

they’re trying to get it out, but she’s squeezing around it the way she had earlier when she was fucking herself with it.

“ah...” deku moaned around her chest when she pulled on his hair, his fingers pinching on her nipple while his mouth sucked on the other. “d-don’t do that—”

“deku,” she looked down at him, watching as he flicked his tongue against her skin, “make that sound again.”

“this is about you...” he murmured.

it’s really hard to admit that she likes the breathiness and softness of his moans, that it makes her feel good to know he is too.

it just feels more natural. more mutual.

so she pulled on his hair again, reveled in the surprised gasp and tight squeeze of his hands on her chest.

shouto doesn’t give the same reaction when she pulls a little on his hair. he doesn’t give much of any reaction from anything.

“you’re really e-evil.” deku accused, letting her guide his mouth to hers. “i’m... you’re making it h-hard—”

“it, or you?” she asked, her lips against his as he spoke.

”is both an answer?” he breathed out, and she shivered when shouto’s finger traced along her gaping cunt.

“focus on izuku. just focus on feeling good.” he told her, and she kissed deku harder when something hot and slick flicked against her aching clit.

was... was that his tongue?

she tried shifting, the touch so foreign and just a little bit frightening, and shouto tsk’ed.

“i thought izuku told you to stay still?” he asked, one hand pressing down on her hipbone while the other tapped the plastic bottle. “so be a good girl and listen.”

her teeth bit down on deku’s bottom lip, and he moaned shakily before pulling away to bury his face into her neck.

everytime he says ‘good girl,’ there’s little sparks that flood her veins. and now, it doesn’t help that deku’s kissing her neck and making her stomach turn.

“you’re doing good, honey...” deku whispered into her ear when shouto’s mouth latched on to her clit. “how’s it feel?”

“i-it’s... o-oh... sh-shou—”

her nails scratched down the back of his neck to the neckline of his shirt, and her other hand pushed shouto closer to her clit.

“you can’t even speak, ochako...” he teased, her teeth biting into his shoulder to keep from being too loud. “f-fuck—”

she has never heard deku swear before, and every inch of her wants to hear it again, and again, and again. especially when it’s so low in her ear, whispered like no one was supposed to hear.

shouto hummed against her clit. “let us hear you, ochako. it’s too late to be so shy.”

“yeah,” deku agreed, and she gasped as vibrations shot straight through her nerves, “we wanna hear you moan for us, beautiful. don’t hold back now.”

wasn’t he just red faced and unable to look at her? and wasn’t shouto just standing back, saying he had no experience with girls?

how are they suddenly so secure in the way their hands and mouth touch her skin?

“you know, i don’t want to come off as crude,” shouto spoke up, “but if you were to suffocate me with your thighs, i’d thank you.”

she giggled, and deku sighed.

“oh, but my self control was bad.”

she would tighten her thighs around his head if it didn’t mean also squeezing around the plastic bottle.

but maybe after he gets it out.

if it doesn’t hurt as much as she’s expecting, maybe they might want to touch her a little bit more.

maybe she can get them naked too.

maybe she could get to see the most handsome boy in class as exposed as she currently is up close instead of from far away after his hero suit tears.

and maybe deku would show off those thick thighs of his that she may or may not want to straddle.

they’re not foreign thoughts.

as a hormonal teenage girl, she has needs.

though her best friends aren’t the first thing she thinks about, she’s be lying if she said they have never popped up before.

it’s natural.

they’re good looking boys, and when they touch her like this, her attraction only deepens.

but her thoughts run cold and stagnant the second she feels shouto’s finger slowly try to squeeze beneath the bottle inside of her.

“relax...” izuku repeated into her ear before kissing her jaw. “shh. hey, hey hey hey, pretty girl, just relax. what do you need? we got you.”

her thighs twitched with the need to close as a spark of discomfort shot up her spine.

“i can’t get it out if you tighten around it.” shouto explained.

“i-it’s,” she panted, “big with your finger. i-i never—”

she can’t tell if what she’s saying even makes sense at this point.

“it’s not forever.” shouto reminded. “you handle it for a moment, can’t you? once it’s out, i promise we’ll make up for hurting you. what do you want, ochako? think about it.”

his finger pushed deeper inside, and she pulled deku closer to her with both arms around his neck.

what does she want?

she’s not entirely sure.

on one hand, she wants to never put anything inside of her again, but on the other, she wants them to touch her more intimately.

“you’re doing so good so far, honey.” deku told her, and she tangled her fingers into his hair.

shouto cursed under his breath when his knuckle pressed against the lips of her pussy, and she whimpered when her walls squeezed down around both his finger and the bottle.

“that’s it...” deku hissed. “pull my hair. w-whatever you need to do, honey, go ahead and do it, okay?”

“you’re taking it so well.” shouto breathed out heavily, gently curling his finger into the plastic. “does it really hurt so much?”

“did we do a bad job at making her wet?” deku asked. “should we wait a—”

“it’s uncomfortable.” she answered. “and i promise you weren’t bad.”

“she’s wet, dripping, really.” shouto told him. “she’s just clenching down like she really doesn’t want me to pull it out. is that it, ochako? are you feeling it so much that you changed your mind?”

“n-no, please,” she pushed her legs open wider, “take it out. i don’t want...”

she took one deep breath as she tried to muster up the courage to confess just what it is she’s thinking about.

it’s a lot harder to say than it is to think up.

“i want you, shouto, deku.” she finished, and shouto muffled his groan. “just you. if you take it out, then maybe—”

deku’s pressing one hand against his shorts, and she can only imagine just what it is shouto’s doing beneath his heavy breaths.

“i-i um...” he stammered. “let me g-get this out so you can decide. hopefully you aren’t too sore after.”

deku nodded quickly. “y-yeah, hopefully...”

she can feel deku palming himself, and experimentally, she trailed her fingers down his spine.

a shudder wracked through his body, and his breathing hitched when she covered his hand with her own.

“you said do whatever i need to...” she reminded. “and i need to hear you, deku.”

her hand squeezed around his, and though it’s weaker, smaller in comparison to his own fist, he mimics the notion, tightening around his hardened length.

“fuck,” his eyes closed as he leaned back, sitting straight in his knees by her side, “ochako...”

“that’s it, d-deku...”

with him no longer on top of her, she can look down at shouto, who’s lip was between his teeth and chest was now bare.

“it’s unnaturally hot in here.” was his excuse when he caught her staring.

like he wasn’t capable of fixing that himself, she wants to tease him, but doesn’t.

or rather, it’s hard to tease when deku’s using one hand and lifting his own t-shirt over his head, letting it drape around his wrist where their hands were conjoined.

“what? shouto did it first.” his cheeks darkened when her eyes shifted to him. “do you... like what you see?”

she nodded, her eyes trailing along his strong chest and thick arms.

“yeah, i do.” ochako answered as he slipped his hand out from beneath hers.

her palm grinded down, adding more pressure against his throbbing cock, and his head tilted back as he rocked his hips closer.

she can feel shouto’s eyes on them, and he slowly began sliding his finger in and out of her aching cunt, catching her breath.

“izuku, you’re not gonna cum so fast, are you?” shouto asked him, and she fisted the sheets into her free hand as he slowly pressed her open further.

“no!” he defended himself quickly as he forced ochako’s hand to press harder against the front of his shorts. “i-i’m not gonna—oh, god—i’m not gonna cum so fast...”

“you’re doing so good,” she teased him, shooting his own sweet words in his direction, “pretty boy...”

izuku pushed his scarred hand into his mouth, biting down on the flesh as his eyes squeezed shut.

“no no no, deku, let us hear you.”

“you’re so mean.” he groaned, using his other hand to grab her wrist. “shouto... she had her fun... can you hurry so we can have ours?”

“i don’t know, izuku.” shouto licked his lips. “watching you almost cum in your shorts like a virgin is rather entertaining. you look like you’re having fun as you are now.”

”you can do another. it’s okay, shouto.” she told him, and he nodded, slowly dragging his finger out.

“you’re both evil...” deku tilted his hesd back slightly, and ochako squeezed her hand around his cock when shouto slowly pushed a second finger beside the first one.

“it’s okay, we got you.” he soothed, one hand holding the inside of her thigh and rubbing circles on her skin.

“let it out, ochako. i know it’s uncomfortable.” he hummed, and she gasped brokenly when a new hand joined his in playing with her sensitive cunt.

the fingers slowly rolled agaisnt her clit, rubbing gently in an attempt to curve her focus.

“am i doing this right?” deku asked.

“yes, y-yes yes yes, deku...” she hiccuped, rolling her hips lightly into their hands, “faster.”

his fingers moved with more confidence, and shouto pressed his two fingers knuckle deep inside of her before gently scissoring them apart.

“just a little bit more.” he promised.

deku’s hips thrusted into her palm, and her back arched off of the bed as her other hand reached above her head, grabbing her pillows hard.

“she never listens.” deku sighed, and she had forgotten that they told her to stay still. “it’s okay. at least she’s feeling good.”

her breathing hitched when the hard plastic pushed harder against her walls, and shouto hummed.

his other hand spread the lips of her pussy apart, showing off the bottle that’s leaving her hole gaping as it just nearly pushes itself out before getting sucked back in.

“rub her a little harder, izuku.” he told his friend, and ochako moaned loudly when his fingers pushed harder against her slick, engorged clit. “just like that.”

“sh-shouto...” she choked on her own spit as her stomach twisted and coiled in anticipation and pleasure.

“what a good girl for us.” deku coo’ed, refraining from rocking his hips into her hand as shouto took a deep breath.

”push your hips up, ochako, just a little bit.” shouto told her. “i’m gonna pull on it now. i need you to just keep your hips up and your body relaxed, okay?”

“yeah,” she nodded quickly, and she dug her heels into the bed before raising the lower half of her body, “p-please, shouto, i need you two so bad—“

her face scrunched up when his thumb slowly pushed beneath the bottle, his other two fingers on either side squeezing down.

“so good for us, aren’t you?” deku smiled, and she met his eyes as he looked down at her. “once it’s out, we’re going to take turns making you feel good. do you want that?”

she nodded, tears brimming her eyes as shouto’s fingers stretched her further than she has ever been.

“yes. yes, please...” she choked, and shouto twisted his three fingers inside of her aching body, trying to get a grip on the slippery bottle.

“focus on izuku, honey.” shouto hushed, his two fingers pushing her cunt open further. “i’m gonna pull now. just focus on his fingers.”

deku pushed either fingers around her clit, squeezing it gently before rubbing his fingers around in tight circles.

“after this, pretty girl, now you know that there’s two people willing to help you feel good so you never have to touch yourself with that again.” he assured her.

he relaxed his fingers, drawing slowly, lazy spirals as his eyes stayed glued to hers.

“you... you really want me like that?” she asked and deku’s face burned red.

“are you really asking that right now, ochako? with my fingers on your clit and your hand on my cock?” he mumbled.

shouto slowly pulled, digging his fingers into the plastic and slowly twisting, the slick walls of her cunt and the stretch from his fingers aiding in an almost smooth glide.

“i got it, okay?” he told her. “it’s not going anywhere, so just relax. you’re clenching down again.”

she apologized, her eyes closing as she took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.

“do it.” she rushed, feeling deku’s fingers slid down to hold her open while shouto’s thumb rubbed her clit, his finger lighter and more gentle. “i can take it. please, just take it out.”

he pulled again, and she smacked a hand over her lips as a whimper broke past her mouth.

“good girl. so, so good.”

“let us hear you,” shouto breathed out, “you make the prettiest sounds, ochako.”

his hand twisted, and she could feel the bottle sliding against her walls.

slowly, the cap popped out, and she could feel shouto and deku staring as the plastic moved everytime her pussy fluttered around it.

“a-almost.” deku breathed out, and shouto kept pulling, her walls clinging to the length for dear life as his thumb pressed hard against her clit.

the end quite literally popped out, a slick and dirty squelch filling the room as shouto managed to pull the entire bottle out.

a loud moan fell from her lips at the freedom and relief of not being filled, and ths hot wetness trickling down from her gaping hole soaked the bed.

the plastic was held up, and she looked down at the both of them as shouto met her eyes.

“i got it unstuck.” he told her and she nodded. “where should i put it now?”

“anywhere that’s not in my body.” she breathed out and deku laughed.

even shouto himself cracked a small smile.

“how do you feel?” deku asked, and she looked between them as shouto tossed the bottle on the bed away from them.

she’s not as sore as she had expected, and never has she felt so wet and desperate for a real cock inside of her.

they spoke so big to her before. did they forget?

“touch me.” she held their hands and guided them across her body. “i wasn’t kidding. i want you. i need you.”

“shouldn’t you just take a moment to yourself? aren’t you sore?” shouto asked carefully.

deku didn’t seem to have the same hesitation as he pulled his shorts down.

“what happened to having your fun? or making it up to me?” she licked her own fingers before reaching down to touch her own sensitive walls and slick cunt. “i’m dripping wet.”

“we did promise.” shouto sighed as he untied his sweats. “alright, you win, princess. i’m convinced.”

she likes ‘princess’. just as she likes his deep mumbles of ‘good girl’ and deku’s sweet little ‘honey’s and ‘pretty girl’s.

“you gotta tell us if you’re not feeling it, alright?” shouto told her, and she nodded quickly. “we’ll be real gentle. isn’t this your first?”

“i... yeah...” she admitted, and her eyes landed on deku’s cock as it sprung from his briefs.

it’s a little intimidating, especially when he wraps his hand around it and there’s still inches uncovered.

“lay down beside her, izuku.” shouto told him, and he nodded quickly.

she made space for him, and shouto carefully adjusted her body so she was laying partially on her side with deku behind her.

“o-ochako...”

her head turned, finding deku’s mouth just inches from hers, and she tangled her fingers into his curls before pushing their lips together.

the bed dipped beside her head, and she reached her other hand out, feeling shouto’s strong thigh beneath her fingertips.

“lift your leg, princess. nice and high.”

two hands held her leg up, and she gasped when shouto’s fingers traced through her hair.

“that’s it...”

when deku broke the kiss, her gaze shifted to shouto, who was sitting on his knees on her opposite side.

“if you don’t like this position—”

“it’s fine.” she cut him off. “it’s comfortable. i just want to see you both.”

“are you not...” deku looked up at shouto, “can i...”

“why are you asking me? it’s not my body you’re going to be fucking.” shouto teased, watching as their cheeks lit up.

“do you have to be so crude?” deku huffed, and ochako shuddered when she felt deku’s hand leave her leg, instead guiding the head of his cock to her soaked cunt.

“o-ochako, can i put it in? is that okay?” he asked and she looked down at where their bodies were almost connected.

“please...” she nodded, catching shouto touching himself to them both from the corner of her eye. “please fuck me. i need you. it’s more than okay, deku.”

“you know how to do that much... right, izuku?” shouto hinted, and deku squeezed his eyes shut. “or do you need my help for that too?”

she watched as the tip of his cock slowly disappeared between the soaked lips of her pussy, and then whimpered.

“d-don’t listen to him, deku.”

shouto’s fingers rubbed against her calf as her eyes fluttered shut.

the stretch of his cock isn’t as uncomfortable as the bottle, and it makes her hips slowly push back against his thighs.

“f-fuck, you’re... it’s...” deku stuttered. “h-hot, and tight. i’m... o-ochako—”