"Oh my God…Katsuki!" you shouted and quickly got out of the car. He walked around the car and stood next to the window, on Toshinori's side.
"Open the door or I'll smash your face in, All Might! Let's see how the peace symbol fights!"
"Bakugo, kid, calm down. We were just chatting…" he replied, without getting out of the car.
"Bullshit! You wanted to stick your limp cock in my girlfriend's pussy? I'll split you in half!"
You approached him, hugging him from behind. "Please, Katsuki, try to calm down!"
"And you? A heroine like you who can't defend herself? Are you serious, damn it?" His voice was a tight wire, ready to snap at any moment. Katsuki was staring at you as if he wanted to burn you alive with his gaze.
Toshinori's Lamborghini skidded away, tires screeching on the asphalt, leaving you there with almost everything left unexplained.
"It's complicated, Katsuki. It's difficult for me... really. I'm not cheating on you, believe me. I just... need to think."
He was silent for a long moment, his chest rising and falling as if fighting to keep something wild at bay. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, dangerous. "So, that's it, huh? You prefer that bastard to me?"
"It's not a matter of preference," you replied, feeling tears pricking your eyes. "It's just…different. He can give me things you can't, and vice versa. He understands me one way, you another…"
Katsuki clenched his jaw. "Fuck! Tara, I love you! Isn't that enough?"
You opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out. You didn't know what to say, what you felt, you were confused.
In that moment of silence, a voice slipped between you. It came from the shadow of a nearby tree.
"Leave him alone, Tara."
Toshinori.
He was back.
The Lamborghini was parked a little further away, the engine off, the dark silhouette of the car blending into the night. He was approaching you, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on you. There was no trace of embarrassment or regret in his eyes. Only a cold, almost ruthless determination.
"Come back to me," he continued. "You know perfectly well that this is where you want to be. Your body, your mind…everything is made for me, and you know it too."
You felt a shiver run down your spine. Katsuki cursed, taking a step toward him, positioning himself in front of you, but Toshinori didn't move. He wasn't afraid. He had nothing to lose.
"Fuck you," Katsuki growled. "She's not one of your fuck-and-throw-away sluts, you understand?"
Toshinori smiled. "No. She's so much more." His eyes never left yours. "Isn't that right, love?"
That affectionate term made your stomach clench. LOVE. A word he'd never used with you, that he'd never used with anyone. And yet, in that moment, it seemed like the absolute truth.
Katsuki lunged at him, filled with jealousy, but you stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your fingers, the heat of his anger radiating through the fabric of his shirt.
"That's enough," you said, your voice firm. "Both of you, enough. I'll talk now."
You turned to Toshinori, your body still shaking with desire and your mind reeling. "I can't," you whispered. Perhaps more to yourself than to them. "Not like this. I can't take it anymore."
He didn't reply, simply staring at you with eyes as blue as the sea and the night behind him. Then, slowly, he nodded, a sign that he'd grasped the concept. As if he'd expected that answer.
"Okay," he said finally. "But remember one thing, Tara." Toshinori took a step toward you, close enough to feel the heat of his body, that damned aftershave scent you knew so well, mixed with his own scent. "When you're tired of playing with him, when you're done running away, and when you decide to figure out what you want from life, I'll be here. And this time…" he brushed the back of his fingers slowly across your cheek… "This time, I won't let you go."
Then he turned to walk back to his car. Without looking back, without giving Katsuki the satisfaction of an answer.
The silence that followed was heavy, very heavy. Loaded with everything that, obviously, hadn't been said. Katsuki sighed, his shoulders tense and his fists still clenched. He turned to you. "Tara…"
You shook your head, feeling the tears slowly threatening to overwhelm you. "Not now, please," you whispered. "Not now."
You began walking toward your house. Your legs were shaking, but your body still burned, as if your desire felt unfulfilled. You didn't know where you were going, nor did you care. You just needed to get away, to breathe, to try to make sense of the chaos of emotions raging inside your heart.
Katsuki didn't follow you, at least not right away. He gave you the space you needed, even though you knew he'd come back. Because that's how it worked: he'd never give up. He didn't want to give up. And after all, he'd also saved you that night.
You walked for a long time, all deserted streets following one after another, while the streetlights cast circles of yellow light on the asphalt. The neighborhood was immersed in a piercing silence, the only sound being the rustling of the cherry tree leaves as they swayed in the night breeze. Its branches felt like skeletal fingers reaching toward the sky, as if trying to grasp a piece of it.
When you stopped, luckily you were in front of the front door. Your hands were still shaking as you searched for your keys in your bag. Your fingers stumbled over buttons, the zipper, everything except the damned key. Finally, you found it. The door opened and closed with a click, and you leaned against it, closing your eyes for a moment.
The apartment was dark, silent. Empty.
You kicked off your shoes and headed for the bathroom. You needed a shower. You had to wash away the sweat, the desire, the shame. But when you looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink, you stopped for a moment.
The eyes staring back at you were those of a woman you no longer recognized.
Your lips swollen, your hair disheveled. Your neck marked by what would become a bruise from Katsuki the day before. And, between your thighs, the memory of Toshinori's cock pounding your pussy.
You ran a hand through your hair, breathing deeply. What am I doing?
You didn't know.
But one thing was certain: you couldn't go on like this. You couldn't live in that limbo, torn between two men who wanted you in different ways. Who made you feel different things. You had to choose. You had to decide.
Yet, as the hot water of the shower began to flow over your body, washing away the remnants of the evening, you knew it wouldn't be that simple.
Because the heart wants what it wants. And yours, in that moment, wanted both.
***
About two weeks later, you felt slightly better — at least mentally. Katsuki and Toshinori had kept their distance, though there was no shortage of knowing glances between you, and, especially with Katsuki, brief touches that always ended with a French kiss and nothing more. You thought — or perhaps hoped — that they'd understood you needed time after that evening.
That morning, you were in the teachers' lounge doing research on new weapons created in the lab to increase the power of your Quirk. You were looking for the right one for you when suddenly the door to the room opened and the voices of Mt. Lady and Endevour made you turn to them. Your tight silk blouse, slightly unbuttoned, revealed your favorite black lace bra, and as soon as you saw their faces and their mischievous smiles, a shiver ran down your spine.
Endevour, with his imposing height and his chest sticking out, wore a slightly unbuttoned black shirt that revealed his muscles. His gray pants clung to his powerful, sexy thighs, and you couldn't help but notice the already evident bulge between his legs. Mt. Lady, on the other hand, was the embodiment of sensuality: her very blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her full lips, and that tight dress that highlighted every curve of her body. Her high heels made the muscles in her legs flex with every step, and the way she bit her lower lip as she looked at you was an invitation too clear to ignore.
Endevour approached you, with the confidence of a predator who knows he has his prey in his grasp, and without asking permission he sat down next to you, so close that the heat of his body penetrated your clothes. You felt your breathing become shorter, your heart pounding, as his fingers rested on your thigh, just above your knee, and began to move up with a scratchy slowness.
"Hi, Tara. Long time… no see," he said, his nails lightly scratching the fabric of your pantyhose. You closed your legs automatically, as if you could contain the fire already blazing between your thighs.
"You missed so much, baby," Endevour murmured again, his voice low. Your stomach tightened. His fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt, grazing the bare skin of your inner thigh, and you bit back a moan as his thumb caressed the edge of your lace panties. "You look fucking beautiful."
His words were a whisper against your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. Your nipples instantly hardened and pressed painfully against the fabric of your bra. You were incredibly horny, you hadn't seen a dick in two weeks, and you couldn't take it anymore. You didn't even need to look in the mirror to know that those two dark nipples that betrayed your desire were visible, and the idea that he could see them, that he could know how wet you were already for him, made you blush.
You didn't have time to respond. A movement to his left made your eyes widen and caught your attention. You watched Mt. Lady slide down from the chair with the grace of a cat, her dark eyes locked on yours as she settled between Endevour's legs. Mt. Lady's slender fingers deftly worked on his belt, unbuckling it with a metallic sound that echoed in the silent room. The button on his pants gave way, the zipper hissed, and then…Oh God!…Mt. Lady pulled out Endevour's cock, already hard and throbbing, the wet tip shining in your eyes.
You couldn't help but stare at it. It was big (not like Toshinori's, though), the veins bulging and running along the shaft, the pink tip begging for a pussy. Mt. Lady didn't need to be asked twice: her tongue darted out, pink and wet, and she licked the tip with a low moan, her eyes still glued to yours, as if she wanted you to watch, to not miss a single moment of the spectacle. Endevour gasped, his left hand in Mt. Lady's hair, his right hand on your thigh, his nails digging into your flesh as Mt. Lady wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking greedily.
The heat you felt and your soaking panties became unbearable. The lace was glued to your wet lips, and you felt a trickle of arousal slide down your thigh. You couldn't resist any longer. You didn't want to resist any longer. In one swift movement, you slid off the chair, ending up on your knees next to Mt. Lady, your shoulders brushing. Your breaths mingled in the lust-filled air as Endevour let out a low growl. His hands gripped the arms of the chair as the two of you shared his cock, your tongues meeting on the velvety skin, licking, sucking, savoring every inch of him.
"Oh, fuuck..just like that...," Endevour panted, his voice cracking with pleasure, as Mt. Lady took half of his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. You didn't stay behind: one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, feeling its weight, the warm pulse beneath your fingers. With your other hand, you caressed his balls, swollen and heavy. Then you leaned over, your tongue coming out to lick the length Mt. Lady wasn't sucking, tracing a wet trail all the way to his balls, where you stopped to gently suck on the sensitive skin. Endevour moaned again, throwing his head back, his hips bucking involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into Mt. Lady's mouth, which greeted him with a gurgle of approval.
Your tongues met again, this time on the taut skin of his tip, and you tasted the salty taste of his precum mingling with Mt. Lady's saliva. It was a wild, male flavor that made your mouth water. You couldn't resist: you parted your lips and swallowed as much as you could, feeling the tip of Endevour's cock brush against your throat. You forced yourself to relax, breathing through your nose, as your mouth filled with him, saliva dripping from the corners of your lips. Mt. Lady pulled back: her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper, while your tongue slid down to lick Endevour's balls, making him gasp.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his fingers tangling in both of your hair, pushing lightly, as if he wanted you to sink deeper. "Lick my cock, you greedy little brats." The words were a command, a plea, and you obeyed without hesitation. Your mouths worked in unison, one sucking the tip while the other licked the shaft, then you switched, your tongues brushing, your lips kissing around his cock. You felt Mt. Lady's fingers slide under your skirt, finding your soaked panties and pulling them aside, and then... Oh fuck... two fingers sank inside you without warning, making you moan around Endevour's cock.
"You're soaking wet, damn it," Mt. Lady whispered against your cheek, her fingers moving inside you in a slow, relentless rhythm, curling to touch that spot that made you see stars. "You like sucking cock while I finger fuck you, huh?"
You couldn't speak, your mouth was too full, but you moaned again, your hips shaking with pleasure, striving for more, more, more. Endevour seemed to lose control, feeling you come like this: his hands tightened in your hair, his hips began to move, thrusting his cock back and forth into your mouth, faster and faster, harder and harder.
"Open your mouth, wider," he panted, his voice tense, the veins in his neck throbbing. "I'm going to fill your mouth." Mt. Lady accelerated the movement of her fingers inside you, and you felt the orgasm building up inside you, threatening, as you continued to suck, lick, taking Endevour deeper and deeper. Then he exploded with a roar, his cock throbbing violently as he shot his hot seed all over your face, your lips, even into your hair. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the thick liquid drip down your cheek as Mt. Lady licked a drop from your chin, moaning as if it were the most delicious taste in the world.
Your body trembled with pleasure along with Mt. Lady's, her orgasm so close you could almost taste it. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. With a dirty smile, you wiped your face with the back of your hand, then licked your lips, savoring the residue of Endevour.
He smiled, a dangerous smile, as Mt. Lady licked another drop of cum from your neck, his lips moving slowly. "Don't disappear again, okay? Don't worry. You'll get everything you want," Endevour said, as Mt. Lady continued to lick your neck, her hands on your blouse. You closed your eyes, imagining Toshoniri's hands on you, Katsuki's mouth devouring you, their cocks filling you in every way possible. Your body trembled just thinking about it, then a great idea came to you. You just had to talk to them both.