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honeytama · 4 years

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Wanted for Pleasure

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Reader X Stain (Chizome Akaguro)

A/N: Read this post if you’d like. Thank you to @royal-after-dark and @hawks-senseis for inspiring me to do a threesome peice!! Spinner is in so deep with Stain that he for sure would let his girlfriend be ravaged by the Hero Killer himself if given the chance. Also, I’m entering this into @kazooli ‘s Contest! Just now did I realize it fit the themes Hero & Villain and Sharing is Caring...

Summary: Your boyfriend and yourself attend a private event celebrating the Hero Killer; Spinner’s undoubted paragon of villainy. But, one look of you in the costume you wear to the function, Stain himself can’t let you leave without putting you in your place.

Warnings: Smut (18+), established relationship, villain x hero x villain rolepay, threesome, oral (giving/receiving), degradation, dacryphilia, knife play, temperature play, spanking, bondage, double penetration, squirting, overstimulation, light blood mention

Word Count: 7k

Just gotten out of the shower, the carpet of your room warms the soles of your feet as you stride around in a silk robe. Sunlight beams in from your bedroom window while you begin to get ready for the exciting day ahead of you. Today, yourself and your boyfriend would attend a small, private event in the namesake of the Hero Killer, Stain. You smile and hum thinking about the fun you’ll have with your boyfriend at the function he’s been waiting to attend for a year.

He’d set up an itinerary including when and where you'd have lunch, see a showcase of new weapons and wares, and meet Stain himself along with 500 others. The event itself requires everyone to attend wearing some sort of disguise; to wear a costume as to not alarm law enforcement of your assembly.

—

Finishing applying some smoked-out, sultry makeup, you walk to the closet where your outfit hangs against the door in a clear vinyl bag. Spinner had no clues about the costume you would be attending the event in, but you knew he’ll be thrilled to see you in it. You unzip the bag and pull out a stark black, long sleeve, matte latex catsuit with a hidden zipper that runs up along the front. The material is supportive enough to go without a bra, but you choose to wear a small pair of underwear in case of outfit malfunction.

Slipping one leg of the suit onto yourself, you feel the soft thin layer of cotton that helps from letting the latex outside layer from sticking to your skin. The suit pulls close to your body in the most comfortable way; a combination of stretch and snugness to hug your best features.

The catsuit is pulled easily onto your body; laying flush to your skin all the way up the section underneath your bust. You roll the sleeves a bit to push your arms through, hoping they would go on as easy as the rest. Your body sways as you walk around your room almost in a sweat trying to get the rest of the outfit on. You let out a relieved sigh when both long sleeves have finally adjusted to your form. The thoughts of you having to call someone in to come to help you while in that position only begin to fade away as you start pulling the long zipper that rests at your sternum towards your neck.

“Oh no,” you whisper. The zipper is unmoving, resting in between your breasts; the zipper only made it millimeters up your bust line before giving up. “C’mon, c’mon” you plead in a whisper as you attempt to fidget with the latex iso that the zipper would hopefully flow through. You tug and tug at it but nothing seems to help. Breathing out your frustrations, you hope Spinner is outside of your door waiting for you to be ready.

“Shuichi? Are you there?” you yell from the middle of the room. A moment of silence passes before your boyfriend speaks up.

“Yeah, I’m just on my phone! You’re fine, take as long as you need!” he yells at your door as he leans against the hallway wall.

“You can come in! I’m almost ready,” you try to keep your voice calm as his friends from work might have already arrived for you all to carpool to the venue. In front of you, the door pushes open and Shuichi’s looking down at his phone. Probably triple-checking your day itinerary to the letter. You clear your throat before calling out to him, “I need your help.” Your hands rest at your sides, fingers lightly pulling the suit material from your thighs.

Spinner gaze rises up from his phone up before stopping at the open material against your chest. He clears his throat before raising his blushed face to meet your gaze. “Damn,” he blushes the seconds his eyes lay on you. Walking to meet you he reaches out. "Are you, uh leaving it open, like this?” he tugs on the two halves of the opening.

“No, oh my, Shuichi!” You cover your chest with both hands, the material of the suit barely covering your nipples. “I’ve been trying to pull the zipper up, but it isn’t cooperating. Can you try to pull it up for me, please?” you ask giving your most innocent tone of voice, along with glassy doe eyes that seem to always convince him to do your bidding.

“Right… uh, sure,” he stutters. He tosses his phone on your bed before taking questioning steps closer. The zipper is grasped between his index finger and thumb and pulled up toward the middle of your breasts. The motion of the zipper is watched by Spinner’s dark eyes as it travels between your supple mounds. The zipper tugs slightly at the pressure of your bosom against the material. When he finally reaches the end of the zipper track, he eye-line idles for a second at the amount of cleavage the fitting suit gives. You give him a grateful look, “Thanks babe, I just have to put on my boots, and we’ll be ready to go.”

Spinner sits back on the edge of your bed to admire you in full. The insinuated muscle in your ass and thighs grab his attention immediately. He watches your behind as you lean over to grab your boots from the corner of the room.

Turning, you just catch the moment when his eyes avert away from your body, You walk over and sit beside him on the bed to zip up the backs of your heeled boots.

“Can you check if I missed anything?” You ask. Spinner smiles while gesturing for you to get up while twirling his index finger. You give a spin and laugh at his forward request.

“You look amazing,” his eyes linger on the silver detailing that runs up your thighs. “But, I gotta say…,” he rubs the back of his neck nervous to call his observation. “You look like one of the Pro Heroes, princess.”

“Hey, not every Villain has to wear the Stain look, Shuchi,” you laugh. “Unless you think the Villain fans at this event will berate me for looking so heroic?”

“Tch, you know I’d never let any of them lay a finger on you,” he smirks.

“Then, I’ll wear this, thank you, handsome,” you say before setting your hands on his knee pads and leaning into his snout to kiss him gently. “What’s in your pocket? Or, are you just happy to see me?” you tease.

“It’s one of my knives, love. I know there'll be some dangerous people attending. I want to be able to protect you,” he explains. He takes the chance to reach a hand to your latex covered asscheek and squeezes the supple flesh underneath. A squeal escapes your throat, but he just swallows it into an even deeper kiss. Your hands roam up his thighs and rub dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Shuichi reluctantly pulls away from your lips so as to not get riled up and be late to the event he’s long-awaited for. “Alright, alright! Jeez, I can’t imagine what the other people at the convention would think about a Hero like you making out with a Villain like me,” he jokes while giving smacks to your behind to motion you to get up.

“Ooooh, am I your Hero, Mr. Villain?” you fake gasp, “I could be your arch-rival, babe,” you tease “We could reenact one of those Enemies to Lovers stories you read so often.” You wink while wiggling your hips before tugging one of the belts that wrap his waist.

“Hey, shhh,” a rough hand rushes to cover your mouth. “The guys are in the other room.”

“Yes, silence me, Villain don't let them hear!” you laugh while pulling his hand from your face. “I think it’s sexy you like to read your fans’ writing, babe.”

“Whatever, you,” he lowly chuckles before bringing you in from the waist to give a quick kiss. “Now let’s go, I don't want to be late to the meet up.”

He takes your hand to pull you to the bedroom door and to walk through the hallway out to the living room where Shigarkai and Dabi wait. You dance to the front door and sing, “My boyfriend is going to meet his icon~~!”

“Y/N,” Spinner whines.

—

You take a car to the small event venue while sitting between your boyfriend and Tomura. Getting close, you see tens of people dressed in outfits similar to Spinner’s walking the sidewalk from their parked cars. Your heart beats in excitement at all of the people that align with your boyfriend and his friends. These are their people.

“Look at all of them,” you whisper to your boyfriend. He nods and smiles widely back at you.

“The entrance is on the right,” Spinner turns to the driver. “Let Y/N and I out up here, we’ve got a place to be.”

The car slows next to the curb and you exit with a wave goodbye to the other boys. You grab the matching black eye mask to your outfit and apply it to your face once stepping onto the sidewalk.

Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend into the secret venue, you notice how much your outfit stands out compared to the other fanatics there. Some civilians sneak quick glances at you, but others stare at your unique costume and mask as they walk by to their next meeting.

However, the attention does little to bother you. You know that there are some people staring at Spinner standing next to you as well, but he’s too excited to be bothered about prying eyes.

—

Shuichi and yourself end up making it to the front of a long meet up line for Stain himself. You try to listen as your boyfriend rambles on about the questions he’ll ask and how he’ll shake his idol’s hand, but watching the nature of the number of people around you draws your mind away from him. The tightness in your stomach would say you're nervous as hell.

All of a sudden, a curtain is pulled back and the Hero Killer peeks out from the side of it. Your heart jumps, but no one else around you, not even Shuichi, seems to notice. Stain looks to grunt and roll his eyes before running a hand through his black, silk-like hair.

His piercing eyes scan the crowd until both of yours’ lock together.

Your heart jumps. His unwavering gaze into your eyes feels uncomfortable, eerie even. Before you can turn away from his stare, you notice his tongue. His deep pink tongue slides over his top lip sensually. All he gives you is a head nod and a once over, top to bottom, with his eyes before slipping back behind the curtain partition.

You stand next to your boyfriend with chills running up your spine. Did that just happen? You turn to Spinner to see his expression, hoping he did not see the lewd implication his idol just gave you. But, he’s still excited as ever.

A few minutes later, an announcer calls out Stain’s meetup will begin. Stain saunters through the curtain and stands before all of you. The rest of the crowd gets loud spotting Stain for the first time.

A large man approaches your boyfriend and yourself. He hands Spinner a folded piece of paper before saying, “Please leave the line, and have a nice rest of your day.” The man ushers the next fan behind you to step up.

You both look at each other in awe as you are pushed to the side. Spinner opens the folded paper before reading aloud.

“Congratulations. Stain is inviting you, the first in line, to his private hotel room for drinks and a chat. Go to Room 416 of the Hotel at 9 pm tonight. He hopes to see you both there.”

—

Your boyfriend and yourself sit on a couch of the room’s living space together; his hand covering yours as a means of protection. He had babbled on and on all day about the things he wanted to talk with his idol about, but over the time of entering the man’s suite, only a few words were exchanged. You had gone to shake the host’s hand as you entered the room, but he pulled you into a lingering hug. You can still feel the caress of his hands on your lower back.

Stain calls out from the kitchenette in the corner of the living room, “Either of you want somethin’ strong to drink?”

You ponder for a second if to drink alcohol, it would certainly lift the mood and take the edge off of everyone. But, you answer with a soft, “Just a glass of water, please.”

Looking back at Shuichi, you give a squeeze to his hand in encouragement. “Babe, you should talk with him!” you lean in to whisper, “I think he would really like to hear your ideas.” You give him a smile and a kiss to the cheek before pulling away.

Stain returns to the living couch carrying a glass of water and two bottles of beer. An open bottle is handed to Spinner, and the water glass is handed to you. Your hand brushes with his; it sends goosebumps to your chest as the slight feeling of his cold skin.

He then sits across you both finally striking up a conversation with your man. They talk, laugh, and drink together for an hour. All the while, you keep either a hand on Shuichi’s thigh or a comforting touch on his exposed bicep in solidarity with him coming out of his shell.

Listening to you boyfriend talk always got you excited, the passion that burns within him escapes into intelligent streams of words. You can never help but be enthralled yourself, and even slightly turned on, especially after the making out you did that morning. However, the other man in the room seems to notice this.

“Y/N, I can feel you sweating from here,” Stain says bluntly. “That suit of yours makes a lot of noise.” Your cheeks flush rapidly realizing you’d been rubbing your thighs together in anticipation of getting your love alone that night. “Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to relax, Spinner?”

“Excuse me?” Spinner questions with his amber eyes widened.

“Oh, I guess I did realize that she’s the one to tell you what to do, huh?” he laughs. “I overheard her coddling you to get you to speak up earlier. You're just going to let a girl dressed like a little Hero tell you when to speak?” he laughs while gesturing to you sitting pretty on the cushions across from him.

Oh, fuck, is all you can think before Spinner is lunging at Stain and pulling him up from his chair by the collar of his tank.

“What the fuck did you just ask me?” Your own hand flies to your mouth when you see the knife that he packed in his pants that morning being held against the neck of his idol. “Apologize. Apologize to Y/N before I draw some blood, asshole,” he sneers through his teeth.

You lift yourself from the couch slowly, silently hoping Stain will just say what needs be. But, that doesn't happen.

Stain laughs loudly while a grin grows across his face. The knife against his neck being shifted up and down slightly by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “Have you ever pulled a knife on your girl, Shuichi?”

“No, I’d never hurt her! What the hell are you saying?” he yells in confusion. “You know what, whatever, we’re leaving.” Spinner pockets the knife and lets Stain fall to his chair from his hold. He stomps over to where you stand with his chest puffed and arm muscles flexed.

You’ve witnessed the criminal work your boyfriend does before. Frankly, you enjoyed the shake it made your legs give to watch him be so dominant.

“You can't tell, huh? Look at her. She's trembling in lust just from your threat against me, man,” Stain snickers while fixing his clothes across the room.

“Shut the hell up,” Spinner grunts over his shoulder while yanking the hotel suite door open.

“Wait, Spinner, please,” you huff while tugging his hand to get his attention before he can step out into the hallway.

“If you want to tell him off, go ahead.”

“I was just thinking about how you said my costume looked like a Hero’s this morning.” You raise your brows at him, “I'm just a weak, little Hero, right?”

Stain gets up from his lounge chair and walks to the door to close it himself. Encasing you both in the room with him.

“Scumbag, let us go before I—,” Spinner snarls.

“Stain, it seems you agree? I think a Hero like myself should be punished for speaking out of turn to two big, bad Villains, like yourselves.”

“Punished? What are you saying, princess?” You can see a hint of pink grace his face.

You smile to yourself and try to entice your lover into your brilliant idea by leaning into him for a desperate kiss. Your hands roam and pull at his vest and belts before you tug yourself away to stand in front of Stain.

“With him? Right now?” Spinner’s stomach drops at the idea of sharing your body with the guy he’s looked up to for so long.

You nod, trying not to break the sense of role-play you've begun. Biting your lip, you turn to Stain who’s looking down at you, “What do you think, Hero Killer?”

“I think this other Villain should pull out his knife again, sweet little thing.” He leans down to meet your gaze and you can feel his breath against the soft skin of your lips. “Show just how a Hero like yourself should be knocked down a peg.”

All of a sudden, your boyfriend is standing right behind you. Your bottom presses into his groin, but his newfound dominance feels as if he’s towering over you. You feel his breath against your ear for a second before he commands you in a low tone, “Go to the bedroom, Hero.”

Your throat catches before letting out a high pitched moan as his words. All of a sudden, you feel the sharp tip of a blade in the middle of your back. You clench your eyes before squeaking out, “Yes, Villain.”

You walk carefully to the bedroom and he follows you with the knife lightly pressed into your spine. You obey his command and sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. Stain and Spinner walk in closely behind you and stand alongside one another in front of your small form beneath them.

“Spinner,” Stain starts, “you found this one. How should we begin?” He goes to take off parts of his outfit into a puddle of tan and red garments on the floor. He stands there waiting for a response only in a dark gray tank top and black form-fitting pants. The bandage wraps on his arms still present.

“Hero, get up,” Spinner commands.

You stand up quickly from your seat on the bed. The excitement makes your legs wobble, but you try to show to be as calm as possible.

“Help me undress her, Chizome,” your boyfriend continues. The two men encase you between them once again. Spinner’s eyes trail along your features in front of him while Stain presses himself into your back waiting for him to unzip you.

You hear the zipper come down from your chest towards your belly button. The two sides of the outfit are pulled away from your skin by Spinner. The sleeves and shoulders are pulled down your back by Stain’s rough hands.

The material is pulled down your waist roughly. Stain mutters about the “dumb costume” while pulling your feet through the bottom. By the time the entire catsuit is off of you and in a sad pile, your lover is already attacking your chest and stomach with his hands.

He nuzzles his snout into your open neck and breathes in deeply taking in the remaining amount of your perfume from the day. He groans at the sight of your bare skin for him to ravage, finally. His scaled hands tickle your sides. The number of locations your body is being touched makes your mind go wild. The knot in your stomach grows larger. You and Spinner have never shared any sexual activities with anyone before. But, you can feel his calming presence -- even role-playing as a dangerous stranger.

“Oh my god--,” you squeal. Two hands grope the cheeks of your ass roughly. Your small panties hang on for dear life as the man behind you grinds himself into you. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of another man touching you so differently from Spinner’s usual careful nature.

“Shh, it’ll all be okay, little one,” Spinner whispers against your neck while rolling a nipple between his thumb and index. You try to control your breathing knowing he’s said that for you to feel safe.

“Damn,” Stain grunts. His lips are now trailing the side of your neck; almost either placing a wet kiss or threatening to bite into your skin. “Maybe Heroes are good for something, huh, Spinner? This one’s got such a tight ass.”

His right-hand leaves your cheek only to be brought back as a harsh slap against your mound. “Ah! Please,” you whine.

“Is that the kind of punishment you wanted?” Stain grumbles. You lean into his strong chest as he starts to place open mouth kisses along the nape of your neck.

“I think I deserve-,” you stutter, ”more than that, Hero Killer.” You hold in whines from how amazing his lips feel against your skin. Two fingers come to hold your chin tightly, and your eyes widen as your boyfriend pulls your attention to him with a deep, breath-taking kiss. You roam your hands along the muscle and limbs of his familiar body. You undo the belts you’ve undone hundreds of times before and you rid him of his vest and knee pads. Lastly, all other loose ends. He stands and kisses you with his usual arm wraps, gray trousers, and a white tank top. Of course, Stain and himself are still adorned with their signature eye masks.

Stain leaves your back end only to drop to the carpet. While kissing Shuichi, you can feel a set of fingers experimentally pull a cheek to the side. Your glistening slit and other private hole are on display for Stain to see. You yelp again once he brings a harsh hand across your ass; he smiles while watching your holes clench in fear and anticipation.

“Hah fuck, already so goddamn wet,” one of his thick, calloused fingers prods your folds and takes millimetres of a dip into your cunt. “Am I going to get a turn with this?”

You hold your breath waiting for Shuichi’s response.

“No way, you’re using her ass or mouth. And, these lips—,” he kisses you deeply, taking your breath away. “they're mine.”

A growl rumbles against the side of your thigh before Stain dives his south between your legs. But not in the area you need him most just yet. You feel his teeth doing the most to leave marks on the skin of your inner thighs.

“Ah, shit, not so hard,” you whisper under your breath. The two men chuckle at your remark before the one on his knees bites deep into the fat of your asscheek. He sucks and kisses the oval mark harshly. You feel your thighs already forming small welts where his teeth closed in on your skin.

All of a sudden, you feel his long, hot tongue licking a thick stripe along the crest of your ass. The tip flicks and leaves his saliva as he pulls away. “Stain,” you whine while jolting away from his prehensile-like tongue. You feel the thing following your body, attempting to taste you, even as you clench onto your boyfriend's shoulders as a means of staying away.

Drool slides down the ends of his mouth, but he wipes it away proudly seeing the disgusted look on your face. “Oh, c’mon, you liked that didn’t you, Hero.”

“I’m sure she did. You should feel how much she’s shaking against me. You want him to eat your cunt out nice and good with that tongue, yeah, Hero?” He shows a smug face, but he feels his face flush thinking about other ways to make you cum before you all get on the bed. He holds your chin in his hand to let you know to give attention to his next words. “Or, what do you think of both of our mouths feasting on you? How does that sound?” His eyes are unwavering from his lock onto your own.

“H-how, would you?” You stumble on your words trying to imagine being ravaged by both of them in that way.

“Relax. Go put a leg up onto the bed,” he commands.

You get closer to the bed dawned in white hotel sheets. Keeping your balance, you lift one foot up onto the plush mattress while the two Villains sandwich you again. You subconsciously wanted to cover your private areas in such a vulnerable state, even though the man ogling the front side of you is your lover.

He grasps the undersides of your thighs before starting kissing a trail down the length of your body roughly; he nips on your stomach and hip bones along the way. He sits back on his knees, closes his eyes, and lets his mouth fall open in front of you. You watch as his pink muscle rolls out of his mouth before it wraps to latch onto your throbbing clit.

Your breath catches and you reach out to his hair to hold with a hand to balance. Spinner nods signaling Stain to get started on his own part.

“Fucking finally,” Stain hisses falling to his knees once again before letting his tongue lull out the side of his mouth. You feel his face press into you while Spinner continues sucking your clit from the front. The pointed tip of Stain’s hot muscle massages your entrance. He groans at the sweet taste of your cunt. You feel his tongue violate every square inch of your private area. You clench your eyes and brace yourself knowing he’s unapologetic to licking an eclipse around your rimmed hole as well.

Your elevated leg shakes on the bed when Spinner speaks again. “Fuck her deep with your tongue, Stain. You better not fucking disappoint.”

“Can you feel it, Hero? Him defiling your hidden places? You know his quirk, right? One drop of blood from you by either of our knives… or our teeth. And he laps it up? You’d be paralyzed and we’d be free to do whatever we’d want to with your body, sweetheart.”

“I understand,” you try to say. But, your voice comes out small and mousy. Your mouth feels dry from holding it open for so long. For several minutes you had let pleading moans in the form of quick, shallow breaths escape your throat.

Your pussy, drenched of saliva and puffy from stimulation, is stretched as Stain lets his tongue extend even more out of his mouth.

“Oh, my God,” you cry out. The new sensation feels so amazing that you can't help but grind on the pointed tip reaching dangerously close to your cervix. Tears swell up and form in the outer parts of your eyes as you lean back onto Stain’s face. “Fuck, that feels so good,” you whine as a tear falls down your hot cheek.

“Ahhh, yes baby, bounce on his face for me,” Spinner encourages.

This only makes you rock faster on Stain’s thick tongue that pumps ever so relentlessly into your cunt. It’s tip lingering on the outside of your hole whenever he pulls it completely out to tease and taste you.

Spinner, who's standing in front of you now and motivating this absolute sin, trails his scaled hand down your exposed stomach. He groans into your ear while you grind desperately on his “friend’s” face. His face even feels hot against yours; it's a sight to see you in such a vulnerable state.

“Could you imagine if his tongue was big enough for me to see your stomach bulge?” he whispers on your lips. He dips his hand from your stomach lower and lower until reaching your clit. Engorged and aching. He starts using two fingers to rub small circles into the spot with the most perfect amount of pressure.

“How does it feel? C’mon, answer me, beautiful,” he urges while wiping the salty droplets collecting near your lips. He rests a comforting hand on your cheek and you start to sob.

“She’s crying, Stain.”

A loud, angry grunt is spoken in place of, “Fuck, I wish I could see.”

Still holding your face in the most supportive way, he massages into your clit at a more quick, but steady pace. He locks his gaze with yours while a tension builds in your core. “You’re gonna cum on his tongue while I play with your little clit. Can you do that for us, Hero?

And in that second, your body builds up for the most intense orgasm before letting it out in a rush. Your legs wobble and you struggle to keep your balance. You cant help but clench onto Spinner’s chest and shoulder.

“There she goes. Fuck, look at you! Good girl, just like that. Keep cumming,” he encourages. “Can you feel her clench on your tongue?”

Stain nods before retracting his tongue back into his mouth and wiping his lips with his wrist. “Fuck that was hot, I gotta go get something.” He stands and rubs his bulge while exiting the bedroom.

Your boyfriend picks you up from the end of the bed to set you on the sheets with a pillow placed carefully under your head. You can tell part of him is anxious to get started. “Princess, I’ve always wanted to do this with you. But, I—,” he cuts off when you try to pull yourself up from the bed.

You reach into the pocket of his pants and wrap your fingers around a thick metal object before pulling it out slowly. Holding it up, you press the button on the side and a shiny, silver, 3-inch blade flies out. You jump slightly as it clicks into its upright position.

“I’m afraid that you won’t feel safe,” he breathes out.

“I’m safe when I’m with you, love,” you smile.

“That’s all I need to hear,” he smiles while blushing.

With a kiss to the forehead, Spinner quickly stands from hovering over you when he hears Stain start to enter the doorway. Returning to play, Shuichi’s large, scaled hand comes to your chest and pushes you slowly onto your back. The quick motion knocks the air from your lungs. Your boyfriend stands above you on the side of the bed with the open blade held between 3 fingers.

Stain enters the room with a silver bucket in one arm and three tall drinking glasses in his opposite hand. “If you’re going to use that on her skin, might as well make it even more interesting.” He places the bucket of ice on the nightstand near Spinner and then walks to the opposite side of the bed. Your boyfriend’s eyes almost glow seeing you become suddenly unsettled by the situation. You anticipate how the ice will change the temperature of the knife to that it stings to have placed onto you. “And, if she’s going to move around like that, then we might as well restrain her,” Stain suggests in a low, smug tone.

“Fine then, go get my scarf from the floor,” Spinner’s eyes never leave your nude body laid out for him as he commands Stain to fetch your bonds.

Stain returns and your wrists are immediately bound together to one bed-post roughly by your lover’s red cotton scarf. “You better be ready.”

Spinner holds his open knife in his right hand. He glances at the bucket of ice to his side before reaching to hold the blade inside of it.

As you squirm imagining how the frost metal will feel against your skin, Stain gropes your breasts with his calloused hands. You can’t push him away now. All you can do is moan for him at the unwanted pleasure he gives.

Spinner pulls the blade from the bucket and holds the cold, wet silver for you to see. “Little Hero, I really hope you like how this feels. Because there’ll be more of it.” You watch as the blade comes down to your lower stomach. He sets the flat end against your skin and watches as your eyes clench in pain and pleasure.

You try not to move as to keep the sharp end of the blade from slicing you, but the cold… It sends a rush to your core you’ve never experienced before. The heat from your skin warms up the metal quickly, yet you’d almost hoped that it would stay to sting you a bit longer.

“Give it to me.” Stain’s hand not pinching your nipple reaches out to Spinner’s knife.

Your boyfriend gives a reassuring look to you before handing it over to the other Villain.

“How about we finally get these off of you?” Stain uses a finger to hook under the front of you soaked thong. “A slut like you, can’t believe they’ve been on so long,” Stain hisses while fixing the blade firmly between his fingers.

You whimper when the sharp tip comes toward your precious area. Spinner watches intently; one wrong move and the guy is dead.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” you whimper before biting your lip as the first cut is made to your underwear.

Stain’s chest rumbles at your request. He already feels high just having his usual sharp appendage attached to him for a short amount of time. Stain moves his wrist in quick motions while holding your soft material between his fingers. Slice after slice down your mons pubis and then once to the side. Your wrecked garment is pulled from your body and pocketed by him.

Spinner glares at him and rolls his eyes. His attention is brought back to you. “Spread and lift up your legs, beautiful,” your thigh is smacked by Spinner’s strong hand. You obediently lift your legs to your chest. The two mean ogle your wet, wrecked pussy spread open just for them. “Stain, the knife?”

Stain reluctantly hands the blade back before unbuttoning the front of his pants and sliding the zipper down quickly. He pulls his half hardened prick through the front of his pants and stroked languidly at the sight of your cunt and bruised tits. “Like what you see? You’re gonna suck on my cock soon, Hero?”

Spinner holds the blade in the ice bucket once more. “Hero, you’re gonna let this guy use your mouth or ass?”

“I can let him use both,” you squeak.

“Both? You’re so naughty you’d let me go from your dirty ass to your hot mouth? Stain laughs.

“No, no, not like that,” you whine with your brows furrowed.

“Hero, you only get one choice. Ass or mouth?” Spinner reiterates.

“My mouth,” you decided with a soft voice.

“Fuck,” Stain groans at your response.

“Good girl.” Spinner uses his finger from a free hand to prod at your stretched hole. The blade icy, and near white it presses flat against your hooded clit while he lets two of his scales fingers into you cunt.

“Ohh,” you whine. Spinner fingers pump and hook into your g-spot while he vibrates cooling metal against your clit.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Stain hisses. His uncut cock grows gradually as he strokes. The head is hot pink with sexual frustration. He leans over your body from the side of the bed and groans close to your ear, “Filthy girl. Dirty and unnecessary Hero, I want to watch you cum again on his fingers real soon.” His breath is hot against your neck. You scream when his tongue licks a stripe against the side of your ear. “‘Cus, I need to cum, too.

You clench on Spinner’s fingers from his words. You watch between your legs as the knife is placed in between his teeth it’s stimulation to your clit is replaced by the heel Spinner’s palm. He rubs your tiny nub aggressively and the pressure is unimaginable.

Stain moves his long tongue to your hardened nipples. The lips of his pink muscle wraps tightly around one and sucked in between his lips.

“Ah, ah, fuck, please make me-,” you whimper.

Spinner thumbs your folds to the side to make room to press in another two of his thick fingers. You know exactly what he’s doing; he’s prepping you for himself to take you all the way just as he has tens of times before.

The grinding of his ridged fingers against your g-spot brings you to the edge quickly. You squirm and rock against the mattress trying to escape from their grasp. To just have one moment without the imminent need to pee.

“Fucking little Hero, I feel you clenching. You’re close, just cum so we can continue and get you out of here,” Spinner growls with his voice muffles from holding the knife in his mouth.

“Spinner, please slow dow- I’m gonna,” your eyes roll back into you’re head and your body releases itself involuntarily.

Stain watches from the sidelines as your cunt twitches irregularly. Spinner smirks knowing you’re about to drench his fingers. Your cunt convulses and streams of clear liquid let themselves shoot out against your boyfriend’s chest and chin. You’re verbally encouraged by both men as you squirt relentlessly.

Spinner slows his hands and lets you breathe through the end of your second orgasm. Your wrists feel tired from writhing around against the red bonds.

“Little Hero, look what you did,” Stain pulls the knife from Spinner’s teeth and holds it to your flushed face to see. “Your pussy got his knife all dirty. Clean it up.” The knife is lowered to your lips. Without hesitation, for fear of his punishment, your let your tongue lick a stripe up the length of the blade all while locking with his dark eyes. The bittersweet taste of your juices grazes over your palate. “Let’s get you on your knees,” he grunts.

Spinner and Stain remove their tank tops, pants, and boxers and throw them to the corner of the room. You take a moment while being untied from the bed-post by your boyfriend to ingrain the physique of his favorite Villain into your brain. Stain is a bit more slender than Spinner, but his arms are just as rippled. His cock, as you watched him jerk before, is hung and uncut. You can’t help but stare a the way it’s fully erect, but its size weighs it down.

With your wrists now untied, you scramble to get on your hands and knees as instructed by the Hero Killer. Finally, both of the men climb into bed with you. Stain stands on his knees in front of your face; your forehead beads with sweat.

“Open up your mouth.”

You'd never thought you’d feel your mouth water for another man’s cock, let alone Stain’s. You mouth your hips back and forth against your boyfriends erect pricks on your ass. You let your jaw slack open before licking the dropping bead of precum from Stain’s cockslit.

He tastes a world different from your lover, but your impatient to be filled by someone right now. Stain lets groans sound out from his throat, but not from pleasure. They’re more predatory; you can tell he’s pissed he won’t get to experience either of your privates. He grasps the back of your head with one hand while pulling back the foreskin of his cock for you to take him all in. You sigh on his dick relieved that he’s clean.

“Ready, Hero?” Spinner growls behind you. You nod with Stain’s dick in your mouth.

“You can take both of these at the same time, can’t you?” Two hard, scaled rods slap your clit repeatedly. You wince and whine from the sensitivity of your cunt from before. The familiarity of Spinner’s cocks excites you more than ever. You can imagine him with one large hand wrapping the circumference of both of them pressed together. They rub against your soppy folds while dipping shallowly into your welcoming hole.

Pulling off of Stain’s dick, drool slides down your chin. “Are you gonna fuck me or what, Villain?”

“Yeah, get fucking started,” Stain reaches with both hands to the back of your neck to impale himself back into your gaping mouth. The tip of his dick presses into the back of your throat as holds your nose to his groin.

Shuichi holds you in place by the hips and his nails dig into your flesh giving you a reason to stay still. You feel him start thrusting his hips into your ass; his ridged cocks slowly stretching you with each move. A harsh slap is brought down on your ass; you feel the swell of your lover’s hand print already forming.

“Mmmph,” you moan on Stain’s dick thrusting in your mouth in tandem with the other’s rhythm. Stain pumps his hips quickly while you force yourself to focus on breathing through your nose. He laughs as more tears form in your eyes once you start to gag on his cockhead.

“Take it,” he sneers with a grin. “If you can take what he’s packing, then you can swallow my cock, you dirty slut.” You follow his orders and suck harder on his weeping cock. It thins hard in your mouth against your sore tongue. “Shit, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growls.

You’re surprised when he rips his cock from your mouth to stroke it quickly in front of your face. You hold your mouth open ready to take his load in full. The soft white sheets beneath you are clenched hard by your hands. You close your eyes to shield them from being hit by the ropes of goopey semen shooting from his cock into your mouth. You hold his white seed on your cupped tongue in disgust.

“You better swallow every last drop. Fuck, I’m gonna c-cum in this messy hole of yours, Hero.” Spinner lifts one of your legs from the bed with ease and fucks into you as fast as possible. You clench on his weeping cocks remembering the night before that he’s manhandled your body just to paint your inner walls with his seed.

You swallow Stain’s thick cum while clenching your eyes and holding your breath. “Cum in me, V-Villain, claim me as yours,” you stutter as he impales you. “Your little cumslut,” you whimper as tears fall down your cheeks.

“So, tight,” he growls. “Ah, fuck,” You feel your insides warm after his thrusts become less steady. His throat catches and you hear him rumble with loud groans while his load is spent inside of you. You rock your hips a small amount to ride him through his ecstasy. The moment he pulls out, your legs buckle and make you fall to the sheets in exhaustion.

Fucked out and tired, you lay like a starfish on the sheets soaked with various bodily liquids. Your hips have various bruises forming across them, while your stomach presents crescent shapes and scratches from your boyfriend’s claws.

Glancing to the side, Stain lays next to you with his leg thrown off of the bed. He’s completely knocked out. Feeling completely high, your body is heavy and only wanting to sleep just like him.

“C’mon, love,” Spinner whispers with a smile. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and chin. You give a sleepy, half-smile back as he pulls your arms for you to sit upon the edge of the mattress.

Spinner rushes around the room to collect his clothing and yours on his arm before snatching his knife from the nightstand. Returning to you, with your head in your hands from the headache forming under your temples, he pulls his long tank top over your head for you to wear as a dress out of there.

To cover himself, he pulls on his trousers and boots, and buckles on his riot vest to hide his naked torso as much as possible. Shuichi takes your hand to help you off of the bed and leads you through the living room out to the hotel floor hallway. The bright hallway lights wake you up enough to head to the emergency exit to walk home.

As you make your way down, the cold of the stairwell hardens your nipples. The liquids tuning down your thigh chill your skin as you step out into the night.

Spinner bends over to help you slip on your boots before you begin your trek through town. Looking up at you while zipping them, he teases, “So, what did you think of him, babe?”

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