Kinktober Ones-Shots: MHA

October 3rd - Double/Multiple Penetration

**** NOTICE ****
Ladies, Gents, and Aliens -- This is going to be a wild ride! Do not skip the warning or you take your mind into your own hands. This story contains graphic details that include: aggression, insertions, double penetration, snowballing, consent, Polyamory, triad, gay love, Multiple and graphic sex scenes, choking, biting, trauma dumping, Oral, and anal. BE ADVISED. 
*****************

"Heeyy, Red!" The overly built man exclaimed with endearment. His silver hair was styled in a half up half down style that reached the middle of his shoulders. He grabbed Red's hand and for a split moment they looked as if they could be twins. The over exaggerated display of manliness was enough to cause anyone to turn their head, and you did.

You tilted your head up to find where the grunts and happy chirps were coming from and saw two extremely tall, overly muscular heroes embracing each other in a friendly hug across the bar. They seemed to be either meeting before work or after work, possibly in passing, because they were both in their hero outfits and just about their entire upper halves were visible.

The man in red had his hair shorter than the silver haired man. His was an undercut with one longer piece hanging down behind his ear to just above his shoulder and it was braided.

The rest of his hair was spikey and it flowed into a section that fell across his eyes slightly. They both had scars littering their torsos and some were intertwined with their various patches of ink.

Your eyes were flowing across their bodies as they talked and you caught yourself looking for a little bit too long when the man with red hair looked up and locked eyes with you for a moment. You looked away quickly, your head lowered to the phone in your hands and your hair fell slightly to hide your eyes. You felt your heart beating faster, the breath catching in your chest, and decided it had been enough time to look up again.

Your eyes moved up slightly, keeping your head down. Your gaze was met with similar curiosity in the form of red eyes over a glass. He was staring back at you, clearly smiling through his drink as he sipped the dark liquid. The silver haired man was talking to him about something that had him worked up. Red turned to him for a moment and seemed to tell him something that calmed his frustrations. The other man nodded and took a breath before downing the drink in front of him and readjusting his focus to their conversation.

They talked for a few moments and you felt it was safe to pick your head up and look around again. Before long your friends had decided they wanted to leave but you weren't ready yet. You asked them to save your spot so you could go to the bathroom before they left and they agreed so you stood and adjusted your shorts slightly before walking away. As you did you felt eyes on you but that was expected with what you were wearing.

You had felt exceptionally spicy before coming out so you wore your fishnets under shorts that let some of your supple ass hang out of the bottom and paired it with your favorite boots. The crop top that you wore was reminiscent of the grunge era and was highlighted by the vest you wore over the top of it. You had let your hair loose that day instead of even styling it and you'd changed all of your piercings to darker jewelry to contrast the natural toned make up you wore. Even if you had wanted to tone down your normal dramatic look, you only did so with the colors as your eyes were still covered in their normal blended, dramatic look.

Once you exited the bathroom, you were stopped by a man who looked as if he was still in college, possibly a freshman. He tried to buy you a drink and impress you with his macho aggressiveness. You politely declined when he stepped in front of you, blocking the only path back to the bar. Your eyes looked over to your friends and they were engrossed in a lively conversation and hadn't seen you come out yet. You could feel the rage bubbling beneath your skin and tried to reel in the impulse to punch him in the face right in the middle of the bar. Instead you opted to continue to listen to him ramble about why you should be giving him your number.