Chapter Text
Midoriya sat on a chair in the middle of his bedroom, metres away from the bed. He got as comfortable as possible before he tied the piece of fabric in front of his eyes, then settled down. Feet on the ground, hands behind him, crossed at the wrist.
He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm his excited heart, and got mentally ready.
Midoriya cleared his throat then called out loudly. “I’m ready!”
For a long moment, there was no answer. He gulped heavily, anticipation making his skin crawl deliciously.
Just as he contemplated shouting again, the door opened up – he couldn’t see it, but heard the doorknob rattle, and the sounds of two sets of shoes made.
“Fucking heroes and their shitty scurrying around,” grunted Bakugou, kicking something over. Ever the sucker for dramatics. “Hey. What the fuck is he doing here?”
Midoriya felt his stomach clench as Bakugou stomped over to him.
“Oh, haven’t you heard?” asked Todoroki, voice coming closer as well. “We managed to catch him finally.”
“And why didn’t you tell me?” Bakugou grabbed Midoriya’s chin and tilted his head up, slowly turning it to the sides. Inspecting him.
“Didn’t want you to get distracted,” sighed Todoroki. “We don’t have time to torture him now. Remember? We have a school to blow up.”
“Ah, you’re right.”
But still, he didn’t let Midoriya’s head go. Midoriya was torn between nuzzling his face into his palm and tearing himself free. It was doing things to him that they were talking about him so casually but didn’t address him. Like cattle on a show.
“Come on,” said Todoroki, with no impatience in his voice. “We have to go. They’re waiting for us.”
“Alright, quit yapping, I hear you.” Bakugou gently caressed a finger over Midoriya’s cheek. “You got a couple of more hours to live, Pro Hero Deku,” he hissed lowly. “But don’t worry, we’ll hurry back and have fun later.”
“I’ll never tell you anything!”
Bakugou and Todoroki both laughed at him, the cruel sound terrifying and beautiful at the same time.
“You’re so cute,” said Todoroki, warm fingers tangling into Midoriya’s hair.
“Now who’s getting distracted,” asked Bakugou in a teasing voice. “Quit petting him, and let’s go.”
Suddenly they weren’t touching him anymore, and Midoriya was raking his brain for an excuse to get them back on track.
“Wait, wait a minute.”
“What for?” asked Bakugou, and without any warning, he pushed his chair backwards, making Midoriya’s legs dangle in the air as he was leaning back in.
Without seeing anything, he couldn’t quite measure how far he was from tripping over.
“Torture me now. That’s more fun than blowing up a school, right?”
“Depends,” drawled Todoroki.
“On what?” asked Midoriya, desperate to get a grasp on a situation.
“I’m in a mood for something easy,” continued Todoroki. “But you aren’t easy.”
“You’ll scream and try to fight us,” added Bakugou. “Which isn’t a bad thing, mind you, but we’re not in the mood.”
“I won’t!”
His chair was suddenly back on the ground, and there was a hand tilting his head back in again.
“You won’t?” asked Todoroki. “Why wouldn’t you?” He almost sounded disappointed. Cruelty suited him a lot.
“If… if you don’t go out and cause trouble, you can… use me as you want. I won’t scream or fight you, I swear!”
“He makes a convincing case,” hummed Bakugou. “What do you think?”
“I still want to make him scream.” Midoriya could see Todoroki’s pout clear as day in his mind.
“You can, I won’t fight you. You can do whatever you want with me.”
“Really?” Todoroki’s voice was coming from closer, and a hand gently caressed over his torso. “Will you be good?”
Midoriya nodded, and he felt fingers push against his mouth. He obediently opened up to let the fingers inside. Todoroki was easy to convince about anything as long as he was distracted by his tongue. Especially if he could touch it.
“Then I guess we might as well stay,” said Todoroki.
“Fuck yes,” hissed Bakugou. “I’ve always wondered,” he mumbled, then without any hesitation, his fingers went to Midoriya’s belt.
His pants were quickly pushed down around his ankle while his shirt was pulled over his head and tied around his wrists.
Midoriya had no time to feel self-conscious about sitting in nothing but a blindfold in front of them, because there were curious fingers dangerously close to his crotch.
“Wow,” huffed Bakugou.
“I told you the rumours weren’t exaggerated,” said Todoroki in amusement.
Midoriya couldn’t believe them. Nobody talked about his dick, not even the gossip magazines. It was them who kept bringing it up.
Midoriya wanted to tell them such, but his words got lost in the ether as Bakugou’s hot wet mouth wrapped around the head of his dick. He couldn’t stop the surprised sound to escape, earning him a laugh from Todoroki.
“Aren’t you an eager pet?”
Midoriya didn’t answer him, but had no ability to talk anyway. Bakugou was lapping at him eagerly, and Midoriya so loved it when he could get fully hard inside his mouth.
He pulled off suddenly, and kissed along Midoriya’s thigh. “Not bad, not bad.”
“Let me try,” whispered Todoroki, and his mouth followed Bakugou’s example.
Midoriya wished he could see them kneel in front of him, heads busy between his knees. But he was in no position to ask for things. Not yet anyway.
Todoroki’s mouth tightened around him and he swallowed him whole without prompting.
Midoriya bit into his lips to keep the whimper inside, but the sound spilled over as Todoroki’s throat worked around him.
The next moment the feeling vanished as Todoroki’s mouth disappeared. Midoriya was about to beg, but Bakugou’s angry hiss stopped him.
“Alright, you’d tried it. Happy now?”
“What the fuck, Bakugou?”
“I called dibs, choose something else to try.”
Todoroki grunted in annoyance. “You’re so greedy, it’s unbelievable.”
“Get the fuck away from this dick. It’s mine now.”
Midoriya bit the insides of his cheeks to stop the smile from appearing, but it was really hard to keep a straight face while they were bickering over his dick.
His amusement was short lived – he heard Todoroki huff in annoyance and stand up. His cold breath was tickling Midoriya’s skin on his neck and face.
“I should call dibs on something else, huh?” asked Todoroki, and Midoriya shivered from his tone. He hoped it meant Todoroki was intending to do something cruel and dirty to him. Just as he had promised he would.
Todoroki’s thumb pushed against his lips, and Midoriya opened his mouth for him, offering no resistance. With fingers keeping his mouth open, he couldn’t mask the moan when Bakugou went back to work.
Todoroki made an unhappy sound, and Midoriya wondered what he did wrong. But most likely Todoroki was annoyed with Bakugou. Like always.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Midoriya gasped as Todoroki licked over his pulse point with an ice cold tongue.
“Shouldn’t I?” asked Midoriya in a small voice. “I mean, I don’t want to but…” Bakugou’s mouth did something amazing, and Midoriya’s voice broke in the middle of the sentence. “Kacchan,” he moaned.
He was being so loud, he missed the tell-tale sound of ice growing, but he definitely felt the sudden wave of cold washing over him from behind.
There were fingers sliding into his hair, tugging at his strands as his head was tilted back. “He’s sweet on you, your Kacchan.” Midoriya gulped heavily. Now they were getting somewhere. “But I’m not.”
Midoriya was getting really cold from the ice wall behind him, even if it wasn’t touching him. The only source of warmth was Bakugou’s hot mouth on him, kissing along reverently the inside of his thighs.
Todoroki’s fingers raked through his hair, grabbing the blindfold. Midoriya thought that he would lose it sooner or later, but it seemed Todoroki really hated it. He pulled it off, and Midoriya slowly blinked his eyes open.
Todoroki looked beautiful with his calculating gaze and slight frown between his eyebrows.
“I want to see the fear in your eyes.”
Midoriya felt his dick throb, and heard Bakugou snicker before swallowing him down again.
Todoroki blinked lazily down at him. He threw the blindfold down, then caressed his fingers over Midoriya’s cheeks, until he hooked his thumb between Midoriya’s lips. “Open wide.”
Midoriya obeyed immediately, letting his jaw drop. He even stuck his tongue out to taunt Todoroki. He wanted him to get rough, because Bakugou was unlikely to. But Midoriya could count on Todoroki.
He fully expected Todoroki to pull down his pants and push his beautiful dick inside, but the cold wetness against his lips told him another story.
Todoroki tilted his chin up, and teased his lips with the blunt end of a thick icicle.
Oh fuck. So he wanted to play like this.
“You seem like a person who likes to be filled on both ends,” murmured Todoroki, then licked his own lips in sympathy. “But I don’t want you to bite me.”
As if Midoriya would ever do that. Instead of telling him that, he let the icicle stretch his mouth wide and push inside.
It was freezing cold, and Midoriya smartly kept his teeth away from it as Todoroki started moving it in and out, leisurely fucking his mouth with it.
Midoriya felt his whole face go numb with the cold, and just before it could turn into painful, Todoroki pulled the ice out and replaced it with his hot mouth. Midoriya whimpered into the kiss, the sudden warmth making him desperate for more.
The cold icicle trailed down his body, making his muscles jump and flex in a desperate attempt to get away. It hurt. It hurt so good.
Todoroki let it slide down to the low of is his stomach. Bakugou didn't pull off, but kept glaring at the icicle - for rudely daring to interrupt his ministrations.
Todoroki raised the icicle to circle it around Midoriya's chest, outlining his nipples and drawing idle shapes on him.
Then, in peak cruelness, he took the ice away, and trailed his blazing fingers over the same path.
Midoriya knew the fingers were probably normal body temperature, but his nerves didn't get the memo after the shock of ice.
Before he could get used to the hot touch, it was replaced by ice once again. And the circle repeated over, and over, and over again.
Midoriya sat there panting, dick hard and balls close ready to burst. Bakugou's mouth felt heaven, and compared to him, Todoroki's movements came straight from hell. Midoriya loved it so much, he was ready to start drooling.
"Looks like somebody's having the time of his life," taunted Todoroki, then leaned down to steal a kiss from Midoriya. "Aren't you adorable when you're desperate for it?"
Midoriya barely caught himself from nodding like a dumb peanut, agreeing to whatever filth came out of Todoroki's beautiful mouth.
He was so close, his toes curled into the soft rug under his feet, the tension ready to snap.
Todoroki's hands greedily pawed over him, pinching and scratching him wherever he could, and Midoriya bit hard into the inside of his cheeks to stop from howling.
He felt cold fingers encircle his penis, but he didn't think much of it, because Bakugou could certainly use some help, until the hold suddenly tightened. Almost painfully.
"No, no, no, no," he babbled in panic, eyes snapping open to watch as Todoroki's grip around his dick and balls cut off his orgasm. "No!"
"Sorry, honey, we're not done with you," murmured Todoroki, kissing tenderly Midoriya's temple.
Midoriya looked down at Bakugou, and because he saw the tiny frown of irritation around his nose, he knew he had a chance. Of course, it was a risky gamble, because if Bakugou realised he was just being greedy, he wouldn't hesitate to be even crueller than Todoroki.
"Kacchan," he whimpered, voice soft and broken, ready to start crying. "Kacchan, please! Please, it hurts."
Bakugou’s eyes flashed with sympathy, expression softening and stealing a glance at Todoroki. Midoriya hoped his acting was convincing, because this was his last chance.
"It hurts?" mouthed Bakugou. His hands tightened around Midoriya's knees, slowly inching up and up.
Midoriya debated starting to cry, because that might have been a tad too much. As a concession, he let his lower lips tremble.
"Please," he repeated the magic word, and saw the exact moment Bakugou's resolve melted away.
"Do you really think we're this stupid?" asked Todoroki, voice slurred against the shell of his ear. "Your hero sluts must spoil you rotten, this is why you're such a greedy pet."
Midoriya went rigid immediately, the last hope of Bakugou disobeying Todoroki's whims and getting him off slinking away.
"Just because we're villains, you shouldn't underestimate us, hero."
Midoriya's mind buzzed from trying to find a way out of this predicament.
He should have a better grip than this! There must be something Todoroki couldn't resist.
"Aw, Bakugou, what is it? Has your mouth gotten tired? Already?"
"Tsk. As if," groaned Bakugou.
"I'd be happy to take over."
"Don't even dream about it!" Bakugou angrily mouthed over Midoriya's thighs, biting the tender insides.
"You're both so cruel!" sniffed Midoriya.
"Life isn't always about winning, Deku," sighed Todoroki, patting his cheeks gently. "How's that saying? Plus ultra. Show us how strong your resolve is."
Then Bakugou put his mouth on his balls, and Midoriya gasped. Todoroki kissed the side of his face, then tilted his head back to nip and bite at his ears. All the while his hands roamed over Midoriya's body, cruelly exploiting all the good spots he knew.
Bakugou waited almost five more minutes before he wrapped his lips around the head, tongue silky, and soothing to Midoriya's abused nerves.
Midoriya abandoned all pretense, and yowled like a cat in heat, hoping his shameless sounds would get to them.
Judging by Bakugou's flushed face, and Todoroki's panting against his ears, they were both heavily affected - but that didn't save Midoriya.
Todoroki's cruel fingers cut him off once, twice, three times.
"Please," he sobbed, body feeling like live wire. "Mercy, please!"
Midoriya knew there was a word he had to say to stop this in an instant, but he didn't want to. He was getting light headed from the need, vision blurring around the edges as all that mattered were their touches on his body.
"Please," he whimpered. "Shouto, please."
The shaky intake of breath he got as answer was all he needed. Todoroki turned his head to kiss him hotly, while Bakugou swallowed him completely, and there was no longer an obstacle in front of him.
Midoriya felt himself soar, then crush down from the alarming heights, body sagging completely as there was nothing left in him.
He sat in the chair boneless and shivering.
Todoroki and Bakugou quickly put him on the bed, and tucked him between thick blankets.
And a couple of moments later their even warmer bodies joined him under the covers. Midoriya was thankful for a short moment where he could breath for a while. He knew it was the last opportunity to really rest before the main dish of the evening.
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