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Hitoshi has always known that he was attracted to Izuku. Ever since their first year at U.A. with his insistence and dedication to help Hitoshi prove himself and understand that he too can be a hero despite his nonphysical quirk, there wasn’t any way that Hitoshi couldn’t start to fall for the rising number one hero. Katsuki was a completely different story, and it took a bit longer for Hitoshi to connect that his enjoyment in their scuffles and outbursts was a simmering start to a blooming attraction.
He’s lucky that Izuku and Katsuki added him to both their romantic and sexual lives after graduation.
He is so lucky that his entire life has improved so significantly after moving in with them, from his insomniatic tendencies to his mental health.
Hitoshi, however, is not lucky that he was paired with Katsuki for today’s patrol.
It's not easy to irritate Hitoshi, but Katsuki seems to be pushing every single one of his buttons as hard as he can today. It’s driving Hitoshi up the wall with annoyance, and it’s not long before his patience starts to run thin.
“I’m sick of being shoved on the stupid, quiet patrols in the middle of fucking nowhere,” Katsuki’s heavy gauntlets ram into Hitoshi’s hip as he pushes past him to walk in front. He curses and holds his hip with a scalding glare against the back of Katsuki’s head. “It’s fucking demeaning! Bastards should know by now that I need to be in the front lines, beating up villains; not hazing around here doing fucking nothing!”
Hitoshi can feel his eye twitch, a vein pop in his forehead, and his resolve snaps finally. “Do you ever shut up?” his voice is low and deep but not at all quiet. Katsuki pauses in his long stride to turn his head and fixate on him with a deadly stare. “I don’t understand how Izuku can stand patrolling with your ass bitching every two seconds.”
“Fucking what did you say to me,” Katsuki turns around fully, stalking back towards Hitoshi to push a gloved hand against his chest. He grabs him by his capture weapon, tugging Hitoshi down to meet his height. “I’ll fucking beat your ass to the ground right here, Eyebags, don’t fucking test me when I’m already annoyed!”
“Oh, you’re annoyed?” Hitoshi’s capture scarf winds around Katsuki’s wrist, yanking it to the side roughly. “I know that you’re used to listening to yourself whine and bitch all day, but I’m not. You sound like a spoiled child who isn’t getting his way.” As Katsuki looks ready to lunge for him in a fit of anger, Hitoshi winds his scarf around his hands and pulls it to pin both of Katsuki’s arms at his side. “You’re a fucking hero, Katsuki. Act like it. I don’t care that you’re bored, just do your damn job or go home.”
Hitoshi knows that he’s treading on thin ice here. This threeway relationship between himself and the Wonder Duo had only just started a month or so ago and with every passing day, Hitoshi wonders if he’s doing the right thing. It’s moments like these that Hitoshi doubts his ability to be a good boyfriend for Izuku and Katsuki.
“Let me go,” Katsuki growls but is otherwise uncharacteristically quiet.
After another moment Hitoshi reluctantly releases the fiery hero, letting his scarf bunch back up around his neck. He stays on edge, refusing to relax on the chance that Katsuki tries to jump him without warning.
Instead, Katsuki only turns around on his heel and storms off. Hitoshi swears he can see steam exploding from his ears in anger, and he finds himself feeling very lucky at the moment to have escaped a “Bakugou tirade.” While he knows his luck won’t be for long, he can at least enjoy the semi-quietness that their patrol has, now that Katsuki has rushed forward a good couple feet and is only grumbling to himself now.
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Hitoshi is grateful that he has been able to move in with Izuku and Katsuki months prior to dating, as it has made living with them while dating a lot easier for both himself and the other two. They’ve learned each other’s tics and buttons fairly quickly, setting unsaid boundaries and relying on their silent understandings to make their living situation smoother.
Katsuki still confuses Hitoshi. He wishes that he had a longer understanding of how he works like Izuku does. It would be easy for someone else to give up on this relationship because of Katsuki’s actions, but Hitoshi has always been one for a challenge and Katsuki just screams “challenge that needs to be taken.”
Coming home after their patrol, Hitoshi finds himself more exhausted than usual because of Katsuki. Despite their small verbal scuffle, Katsuki had resumed his loud complaining shortly after, and Hitoshi had to suffer in silence and deal with his boyfriend’s insufferable bitching once again.
Even as they open the door and take their shoes off, Katsuki is loud and noticeably on edge about god-knows-what.
“Why the fuck haven’t you gotten a pair of fucking house slippers yet, huh?” he grumbles as he kicks his shoes off and slips into his own black slippers. Katsuki glares back at Hitoshi, who doesn’t bother with a response. “Walking around with your dirty ass feet on my clean floors.”
Hitoshi makes a point to rub his said ‘dirty ass feet’ on the floor before pushing past Katsuki to head to the kitchen. Ignoring Katsuki was clearly a bad first step, as the blond is angrily following him with a slam of the front door that has the entire house shaking. His slippers clap loudly against the balls of his feet as he follows after Hitoshi.
Despite knowing this is a bad decision, Hitoshi pretends Katsuki doesn’t exist. He opens the fridge and pulls out a can of sparkling water, cracking it open with one hand. Hitoshi swears he can feel a burning in the back of his head with how hard Katsuki is glaring at him. Without a word, he closes the fridge with his bare foot and walks past Katsuki again, their shoulders brushing against each other lightly as he heads towards the living area and sits down on the couch.
“OI!” Katsuki whirls around and storms after him. He shoves his foot onto the couch, locking Hitoshi between his bent leg and the arm rest. “The fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?"
“Relaxing after a long day of patrol.” Hitoshi looks straight past Katsuki, picking up the remote and flicking the television on. “Move.”
“HAH? We didn’t do SHIT on our patrol! Fucking workout with me or something, you have no goddamn reason to be tired!”
“Listening to you bitch and whine all day is exhausting enough.”
Hitoshi can see the vein in Katsuki’s forehead throb in raging annoyance. He makes the calculated decision in waiting for Hitoshi to set his drink down after another sip before grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him forward so he’s no longer leaning back.
“Say that to my fucking face, Troll Face,” Katsuki snarls, the corner of his lip curling up.
“I know you’re just itching for some fucking action, but you don’t really deserve to have me give into your bullshit, you masochistic bastard,” Hitoshi grabs onto Katsuki’s wrist tightly. “Release, dog.”
This was the final straw for Katsuki. His grip tightens and with a crackling hand, he hauls Hitoshi forward off the couch and slams him down face first onto the ground. With a strangled yelp, Hitoshi’s nose hits the foot of the coffee table in front of him and a spurt of blood streams down his nose and onto the dark hardwood floor below him. Rather than dwelling on the oncoming pain in his face and the new stain on his white shirt, Hitoshi hooks his legs into Katsuki’s and flips them over. “I’m not doing this shit with you,” he growls, shoving a hand onto Katsuki’s chest.
Katsuki spits up at him, the thick glob of saliva splattering onto Hitoshi’s cheek and sliding down to his chin.
Okay. Fine.
So Katsuki really wants to play this game with him.
Hitoshi uses his other hand to slowly wipe the spit off his cheek with his fingers. Just as Katsuki opens his mouth to probably try and taunt him more, Hitoshi shoves his fingers into his mouth, forcing the saliva right back to its source. Katsuki’s eyes widen and he gags more in surprise than anything.
“You’ve been on thin fucking ice all day,” Hitoshi growls, thrusting his fingers in deep down Katsuki’s throat, pulling another disgusting gag from him. Tears bead in the corners of his eyes and he pulls his head back to cough violently. “Choke, bitch. You want to play? Let’s fucking play.”
He thrusts his hand out to grab Katsuki by the throat, squeezing below the sharp line of his jaw. The fast pulse beneath his fingers spurs him on to squeeze tighter and tighter. He watches as Katsuki’s eyes roll back and his hands flail out desperately to grab at his wrist. There’s something… delicious in the way that Katsuki struggles beneath him. Perfectly capable of getting free, of using his quirk and hurting Hitoshi to turn the tables and take control.
But he doesn’t.
“You’re such a slut.” Hitoshi sounds disgusted to hide the flare of arousal that burns in his gut. He releases Katsuki’s throat and pulls back as he gasps for air and coughs deeply. “You’re not even trying to hide how much you’re enjoying this.”
The obvious bulge in Katsuki’s pants does nothing to prove otherwise.
“Fuck… you,” Katsuki coughs, picking his foot up to shove it against Hitoshi’s chest.
“You’d really like that wouldn’t you?” Hitoshi grabs his ankle and pushes his leg back to practically fold him in half. “Is that why you’ve been such an annoying shithead today? Because you’re horny?” He fits his crotch perfectly against Katsuki’s ass, rolling his hips forward once to give him a taste of what he’s packing. “Pathetic.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen and despite the way his cock twitches in his pants, he struggles and pushes at Hitoshi. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
“Why the hell should I?” Hitoshi tightens on Katsuki’s ankle. He kicks like a child throwing a tantrum, managing to pull it out of Hitoshi’s grip. The rebound forces his foot to smack into the table next to the couch, and they both freeze to watch the lamp teeter dangerously on the edge. As if in slow motion it falls to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Hitoshi’s stays distracted for a second too long. His grip slackens, and Katsuki kicks at his chest harder than before. Unable to react in time, Hitoshi gets shoved backwards off Katsuki, his elbows hitting the ground behind him with a grunt of surprise.
“It’s your fucking fault the lamp broke!” Katsuki growls, hand fisted into the collar of Hitoshi’s shirt.
“How was that my fault?” Hitoshi grabs his wrist tightly, scowling up at him. “Your foot hit it.”
Katsuki’s hand crackles around Hitoshi’s shirt. Knowing he might start causing damage more important than a lamp, Hitoshi wraps his leg around Katsuki and flips them over. He grabs both of Katsuki’s sweaty hands and pins them above his head as he starts to cuss loudly.
Hitoshi doesn’t even hear the door open.
“Fucking bastard! I’m sick of this game you’re playing, how about you actually fight me, hah?!” Katsuki kicks at Hitoshi, slamming his heel into his back and making him falter a bit.
“Are you two fighting?”
Katsuki and Hitoshi both freeze at the sound of the disappointed voice of their boyfriend, staring up towards the front door to see Izuku. There is a plastic bag in each of his hands from which Hitoshi can smell the wafting scent of his favorite takeout. By the way Katsuki’s stomach gurgles, he can smell it too.
“How about you mind your own goddamn business, Deku?” Katsuki snaps at him.
A cold feeling runs down Hitoshi’s spine, and he swears that the room drops a few degrees in temperature from the look Izuku gives Katsuki. The bags drop from his hands as anger seeps into Izuku’s expression.
“That’s the first thing you say to me?'' His arms and face glow with the power of OFA and Blackwhip shoots out from his hands, wrapping them both in black wispy tendrils and tearing them away from each other. “Really, Kacchan?! This is the one day that we actually all have the evening off together!”
“So fucking what!” Katsuki spits out, grabbing Blackwhip and trying to tear it off of him.
“So what? So what? Kacchan, are you really that stupid!”
“Sorry, Izuku,” Hitoshi says softly, immediately understanding where Izuku’s anger is coming from.
Hitoshi usually only ever works the graveyard shifts, so he’s not around in the evenings to spend time with Katsuki or Izuku, and when he does get back, they’re either exhausted or on their own patrols. To have this evening together to spend time together like normal people in a relationship do… Hitoshi understands Izuku’s disappointment to see them fighting as soon as he comes home.
Blackwhip slides off of Hitoshi and shoots out towards Katsuki to further restrain him.
“At least someone understands.” Izuku still sounds very upset, staring down Katsuki, who’s thrashing around in his restraints and hissing like a feral animal. “Do you even care, Kacchan?”
“Doubt he’s capable of those feelings,” Hitoshi murmurs, standing up and wiping the blood from his nose. “He’s been like this all day.”
“Ooh, were you being mean to Hichan on patrol too?” Izuku tsks, clenching his fists and making Blackwhip squeeze around Katsuki. He thrashes around angrily in his restraints. “I really don’t want us to fight on our one evening off together, Kacchan! But clearly, you don’t even care about our quality time.”
Katsuki glares at the two of them, flaring his nostrils and clenching his teeth around the tendril that is gagging him. Hitoshi can’t explain why, but having him restrained like this is causing a pit of arousal to form in his stomach. Izuku clearly has a way of dealing with Katsuki…
“Howitzer,” Izuku says as he picks Katsuki up high in the air with Blackwhip.
“Howitzer?” Hitoshi repeats in confusion, trailing behind Izuku as he leaves the living room. The takeout is long forgotten on the floor as they enter their shared bedroom with Katsuki being tossed onto their large King sized bed.
“Safeword,” is the simple explanation.
"Oh."
A safeword. For sex. For a scene. It's not like they haven't had sex before all together, but Hitoshi is still taken aback by the abruptness of their sex life. It's like a sudden flip of a switch watching Izuku go from this innocent, happy boy to full Dom that's in control. Hitoshi never would have expected this aspect to be so important in their sex life.
"Piece of shit!" Katsuki spits out, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.
Izuku rolls his eyes and a quick black tendril shoots out of his wrist straight into Katsuki’s mouth. It coils up and makes his cheeks bulge out, and Katsuki chokes immediately on his sudden gag.
“Did he start this?” The question is directed at Hitoshi, who can’t hide the surprise on his face. Izuku is looking directly at him, expectant and patient. Hitoshi silently nods, unsure if he has… permission to speak.
The idea of needing permission to use his voice has Hitoshi’s dick twitching in arousal. Suddenly, he understands why Katsuki acts up sometimes in front of Izuku. If he can get Izuku to act like this... There are some things that Hitoshi doesn’t know about Katsuki and Izuku yet, but surprisingly Izuku is a brat tamer! And Katsuki, their resident brat, definitely would want to take advantage of that at any moment.
Though right now… while it is actually very arousing to see Izuku’s eyes dark and heavy and his face with a slight frown, Hitoshi can see that he’s visibly more disappointed than angry with Katsuki’s behavior.
“Of course he did,” Izuku murmurs, using Blackwhip to move Katsuki down and sit him up over their storage container that sits at the end of the bed. Inside lived a handful of interesting dildos, plugs, whips, and more sex toys that Hitoshi had helped add into their collection. Blackwhip disappears back into Izuku after Katsuki has been placed so prettily onto their comfy storage.
Katsuki immediately shoots up and charges for Izuku with a crackling hand. Izuku shoves him back down with Blackwhip wrapped tight around his torso. He looks annoyed and… upset. Hitoshi has decided that he does not like this look on Izuku. His goal for the night is to make sure that he doesn’t see it again.
“I know you’re just doing this for attention, Kacchan,” Izuku crosses his arms and frowns down at Katsuki.
“HA! Attention from you? You fucking wish!” Katuski leans forward to sneer at Izuku, struggling in the bonds of Blackwhip.
“Kacchan, if you’re going to act like a brat so much, then you’re going to be treated like one.” Izuku’s cold tone sends shivers through Hitoshi’s body. He tenses up when Izuku’s gaze snaps to him, but is instantly relieved in how Izuku’s face softens when he looks at him. “Hichan.” Even his voice is softer… “Can you help me, please?”
Oh fuck, he wants his help. Hitoshi does his best to keep a straight face as he gulps and nods. He has been unsure if he’s allowed to join in their scene, waiting for Izuku’s explicit permission to participate.
“Yes,” Hitoshi says. “Thank you.”
Izuku breaks out into a wide smile, sending Hitoshi into an internal panic of love for the hero in front of him. “You’re so sweet, Hichan!”
“Don’t you fucking try to butter him up!” Katsuki spits out angrily. “You’re a goddamn suck-up, Eyebags!”
“How am I buttering him up?” Hitoshi turns his attention onto Katsuki, who leers at him in disgust.
“As if I’d be so fucking stupid—”
Hitoshi allows Katsuki the brief moment of realization before he activates his quirk, sending him into a frozen slump. His eyes fade to a dull white and he’s rendered completely useless.
“Guess you are that fucking stupid.” Hitoshi can’t hide the amusement in his voice and Izuku stifles a laugh as he drops Blackwhip. He glances over at Izuku, gesturing a hand out to the incapacitated Katsuki.
“Tell him to strip, please.”
“Strip.” Hitoshi is immediate in his response, desperate to appease Izuku and prove that he can be an efficient partner for this.
Katsuki stands up sluggishly, like he’s just getting out of a pool of thick honey. He steps out of his house slippers at the same time as he takes his shirt off and drops it at his feet. After he tucks his thumbs into his pants and underwear and tugs them down under his ass, he sits back down on their toy storage unit and kicks them off to join his shirt.
“Ah, it’s kind of nice when he’s quiet like this,” Izuku sighs happily, watching Katuski strip with hungry eyes. “Can you prepare him for me, Hichan?”
“Yes,” Hitoshi sits down on the storage box and pulls Katsuki onto his lap. “Put your hands on the ground, Katsuki.” He holds onto Katsuki’s legs, keeping them straddled around his waist as he leans forward. His hands plant on the ground with his head hanging down and legs wrapped back around Hitoshi.
With Katsuki’s pretty ass now propped up on Hitoshi’s lap and legs spread wide, Hitoshi drops his quirk.
Katsuki nearly falls off of Hitoshi’s lap, shaking his head as he gains his bearings. “The fuck—” he growls out, glaring back at Hitoshi as he grabs his hips and pulls him back. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Where’s the lube, Izuku?” Hitoshi ignores Katsuki’s protests and spreads his ass cheeks wide to look at his tight, little hole. He uses his thumbs to dig into his rim and after taking a moment to work some saliva into his mouth, he spits down onto his hole. Katsuki flinches violently with a gasp as Hitoshi pushes the first inch of his thumb inside him.
Izuku walks over to one of the bedside tables and opens the drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. He tosses it to Hitoshi, who catches it with his free hand.
“You’re not fucking me,” Katsuki growls, bending his knee to kick back at Hitoshi.
“Brats don’t get to decide who fucks them.” Izuku’s tone is cold once again, and this time Hitoshi can see the goosebumps that litter Katsuki’s body. He’s clearly turned on by being put on display like this and ordered around. And with Izuku acting like that when he’s in charge? Hitoshi couldn’t blame him.
The cold lube dribbles down Katsuki’s ass crack with a squeeze of the bottle, bringing his attention back to Hitoshi in an instant. He squirms around with an annoyed hiss of “that’s fucking cold!” It’s cute how his asshole puckers and tightens around his thumb as the cold lube slides down his crack. Katsuki is lucky that Hitoshi has a soft spot for cute things.
“You’ll warm up fast,” Hitoshi murmurs, shallowly thrusting his thumb in and out of Katsuki’s ass as he pushes more lube inside him. The more he thrusts, the easier it is to push in deeper and deeper until his whole thumb is buried deep inside his ass.
“W-who the hell preps somebody with their thumb?” Katsuki pants out, hands gripped tightly onto Hitoshi’s ankles.
“Mm.” Hitoshi pulls his thumb out, watching the puckered rim of his ass stretch and pull back needily, as if it didn’t want Hitoshi to leave him empty. How cute. He takes a quick moment to lube up his index and middle fingers before dragging them up Katsuki’s soft taint. His balls draw up slightly from the light, wet contact, and Katsuki struggles to hold back a whine of desperation. “You’re already so hard,” he says lowly, fisting Katsuki’s cock with his unlubed hand and twisting it occasionally as he slowly pumps him.
“S-shut the he— AH!” Katsuki’s back muscles arch prettily as Hitoshi roughly shoves both his lubed fingers into his ass, replacing his thumb. His nails dig into Hitoshi’s ankles, and he picks up his ass more once Hitoshi starts to thrust his fingers in deeply. “Fuuck, you fucking bitch,” he growls and then immediately moans as Hitoshi spreads his fingers.
It must hurt, Hitoshi can’t help but think. He’s sure that the lube helps, but he did go kind of fast considering that Katsuki had only been prepped with his thumb and a little bit of spit and lube. But, well, if it did hurt, Katsuki didn’t seem to be showing any type of pain at the moment.
“Add another finger, Hichan,” Izuku instructs gently. “He can take it.”
“Who died and made you fucking king?!”
“I’ve been the Fucking King since we started dating, Kacchan.” He’s teasing obviously, but that doesn’t make Katsuki’s glare any less intense.
“You’re so fucking shitty at this,” Katsuki snaps, smacking Hitoshi’s leg. “Do you even know what you’re doing, Eyebags?”
Hitoshi… had felt like he was doing everything correctly. He twists his fingers and curls them right into that bumpy spot that has Katsuki melting into a fit of moans. Given his reaction, Hitoshi still feels confidence that he wasn’t doing a shitty job. Still, he looks up to Izuku for guidance, not sure how to deal with Katsuki’s bratty behavior just yet.
Upon making eye contact, Izuku understands what Hitoshi needs. He smiles and squats down in front of Katsuki, a scarred hand sliding through pretty, blonde hair before fisting it roughly. “Kaaacchan,” his sweet voice sings. “Quit being a little brat to Hichan. He’s being so sweet to you right now, but I see you’ve made it clear that you don’t deserve it, huh?”
Katsuki grits his teeth and shakes his head side to side to try and free himself from Izuku’s grip.
“Hm, if you’re going to act like that,” Izuku shakes his head and gives Katsuki’s cheek a hard slap, making him gasp out. “Hichan, how do you feel about spanking him?”
“I can do that,” Hitoshi hopes that he doesn’t come off as sounding too excited. He keeps his two fingers pressed knuckle deep into Katsuki’s ass and lifts his other hand to give Katsuki’s right cheek a loud smack!, echoing around in their room.
“Ooh, that’s so good, Hichan!” Izuku smiles. “Keep going.”
One more spank turns to five within seconds as Hitoshi soaks in Izuku’s praise. By the time Hitoshi is switching to Katsuki’s other cheek, he can feel the blonde trembling his lap, his breaths coming out in short pants.
“You’re so much tighter now,” Hitoshi breathes, curling his fingers into Katsuki’s prostate and making him drop his head down again and moan loudly. He only stops his hard, long spanks once Katsuki’s ass is glowing a bright red. He’s quieted down some and his shoulders are shaking, but his backtalk has definitely quieted down.
Izuku cups Katsuki’s jaw and tilts his head up to make him look at him. He smiles at the sight of tears beading in the corners of Katsuki’s eyes. “Are you done being such a bitch, Kacchan?”
Hitoshi can feel Katsuki’s ass tighten up around his fingers from Izuku’s degrading words. It seems that the blonde has calmed down a lot after being punished, but perhaps not enough. Within seconds, Katsuki has turned his head up at Izuku and spit a fat glob of saliva right onto his cheek.
Izuku is silent as Hitoshi freezes in shock. There’s a flash of anger across Izuku’s face that makes Hitoshi’s heart pound. Izuku stands up fully and undoes his pants, stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side. Hitoshi’s gaze glues straight to his fat cock hanging between his legs, nestled prettily between curly, green pubes.
“Open.” Izuku’s tone leaves no room for objection. He grips his dick and smacks Katsuki’s cheek with it a couple times. Katsuki drops his mouth open with a shuddery intake of breath, as if preparing himself for what was to come.
And as Izuku thrusts his entire cock deep into Katsuki’s mouth, Hitoshi understands. He chokes immediately on the thick girth that has infiltrated his mouth, reaching his hands up to grip onto Izuku’s thighs. A thick bead of precum from his cock drips down onto Hitoshi’s lap as a few tears roll down Katsuki’s cheeks.
“Spank him again,” Izuku tells Hitoshi as he grinds his crotch against Katsuki’s nose, who seems to have gotten lost in his musk.
Hitoshi listens immediately, raising his hand to spank Katsuki’s ass again. Spank after spank has Katsuki jolting forward, choking again on Izuku’s cock. He smacks over and over until his ass is a deep, bruised red and his cock is a color to match. Izuku pulls back and thrusts back in shallowly, timing it perfectly with Hitoshi’s hand.
Once Hitoshi’s wrist starts to ache, he settles for groping Katsuki’s plump ass cheeks and playing with them like molding clay. The fat spills perfectly between his fingers, hot and red from his spankings. Izuku notices his break and slowly slides his dick out of Katsuki’s mouth. Hitoshi is more turned on by Katsuki’s coughing and gasps for fresh air than he thought he would be.
“There you go, good boy.” Izuku scoops his hands underneath Katsuki’s arms and helps him stand up on wobbly legs. “Wanna get undressed, Hichan?” He glances at Hitoshi over Katuski’s shoulder, a hungry look in his eyes. “I bet you can’t wait to get your cock inside Kacchan, huh?”
Katsuki growls, sounding rough from being throat fucked, but he doesn’t provide any other means of protest. Hitoshi nods and pulls his shirt off first before standing up to strip his pants and underwear off, leaving only his capture scarf on. He notices that his fingers tremble a bit, but he’s a little unsure why.
“Everything okay, Hichan?” Izuku’s voice is soft... comforting in a way that soothes Hitoshi’s nerves.
“Yes,” he says honestly, sitting back down on the padded storage box and looking up at Izuku expectantly. Hitoshi’s cock is rock hard and leaking over his hip, desperate to be touched.
“You both fucking suck,” Katsuki croaks with a huff. His legs tremble despite using Izuku to hold up most of his weight.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to people who are about to fuck you, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, gripping tightly onto Katsuki’s jaw. “You should apologize if you want to be stuffed tonight. Hichan has been so nice to you.”
“As fucking if I’d ever—”
Smack!
Katsuki is cut off as Izuku strikes him roughly across the face, knocking his face to the side. He closes his mouth shut in shock, eyes fluttering shut with a gasp.
“You need to apologize, Kacchan.” Izuku forces Katsuki’s face to look back at him. When Katsuki doesn’t immediately respond he smacks him again, the loud sound of skin on skin sending goosebumps up Hitoshi’s body. “Apologize, now.”
“Sorry,” Katsuki gasps out like music to Hitoshi’s ears.
“Say it to Hichan.”
Katsuki lolls his head back to look at Hitoshi with a dazed look on his face. There’s a small trickle of blood along the corner of his lip where Izuku had smacked him. Hitoshi suddenly remembers the heavy ring that Izuku always wears on his finger and winces at the thought of how much that must have hurt to be hit by.
“Sorry… Hi…”
“Hichan,” Izuku sings as Blackwhip comes out of his body again, wrapping around Katsuki’s limbs.
“Hichan,” Katsuki repeats, and holy fuck Hitoshi could come right on the spot just from hearing that.
“Good boy,” Izuku smiles. “Isn’t he good now, Hichan?”
“Yeah,” Hitoshi’s voice is tight, his erection throbbing against his hip.
“I bet you want to fuck him now, huh?”
“Fuck… Yes, yes I do.”
Izuku laughs, using Blackwhip to sit Katsuki back down on Hitoshi’s lap. “Well, go on.” He strips off his shirt and throws it with the rest of their discarded clothes. “Kacchaaan, don’t you wanna be fucked by Hichan’s fat cock?”
Hitoshi can hear him swallow thickly and can practically see the gears turning in his head. “Doubt he can fucking pull through,” Katsuki snaps out shortly, licking his lips. His short haze from being slapped by Izuku has clearly worn off, and he seems desperate to want to fight back again.
“Is that so?” Hitoshi holds onto Katsuki’s small waist with both hands, waiting for Katsuki’s imminent response.
“Yeah it fucking is—” he falls silent as Hitoshi activates his quirk, slumping back against his chest.
“I love it when you do that.” Izuku looks hungry, licking his lips and walking closer to get in front of Katsuki. “He looks so pretty like this.”
“Lean forward, Katsuki,” Hitoshi instructs as he grips onto his cock, stroking himself a few times to push back his foreskin. Katsuki puts his hands down on the edge of the storage box and leans forward to present his ass to Hitoshi. “Good boy…”
Hitoshi smears some lube over his dick before pressing the tip to his hole, watching his rim stretch around his fat tip and accommodate his girth. He barely gets an inch in before Blackwhip curls around his dick, making him jerk in surprise.
“Relax, Hichan,” Izuku whispers, a little bit of sweat dripping down his forehead as Blackwhip helps Hitoshi push his dick in inch by inch, filling Katsuki up.
Blackwhip moves in its own sentient way outside of Izuku’s control, and as Hitoshi’s cock is squeezed tightly by Katuski’s ass, it also feels like there’s a weird, wiggly tentacle stroking him. He’s already embarrassingly close, but he breathes out slowly, trying to control himself from cumming on the spot as Katsuki sits fully on his dick.
He starts to grind up into Katsuki, groaning lowly. “Lean back on me now,” he pants, sliding his hand under one of Katuski’s thighs to hold it up. Katsuki pushes himself up and leans his back onto Hitoshi’s chest, drool spilling from the corners of his lips. He pants a bit, but otherwise isn’t very vocal while being under Hitoshi’s quirk.
Hitoshi slowly rocks up into him for a couple minutes, resting his forehead against Katsuki’s back as he groans. His mind feels fuzzy with pleasure, unable to think coherently as Blackwhip strokes up his dick and Katsuki squeezes around him.
Izuku gets up onto the storage box behind them, sitting up on his knees and peering down to look at them. He fists a hand into Katsuki’s hair and tugs it roughly enough to break Hitoshi’s quirk on him. Katsuki looks dazed as he comes to, and just as Hitoshi thrusts up into him, he cries out a loud, needy moan.
“That’s it, Kacchan, moan for us,” Izuku leans in to whisper into Katsuki’s ear. Hitoshi feels him tighten more around his cock as he thrusts up into him with a mirrored groan. “You sound so gooood. You’ve been acting up all day, just ‘cause you wanna get fucked huh? Is that it, Kacchan?” He smacks his cheek a couple times. “Tell us how bad you’ve been wanting this all day, Kacchan.”
Katsuki furrows his eyebrows and pants out a heavy groan. “F-fuck,” he whines. “I want— it feels so fucking good, shit!”
“You like Hichan’s cock in your slutty ass, huh?” Blackwhip slithers up Katsuki’s body and wraps around his throat. “I bet you were acting up on your patrol all morning cause you wanted Hichan to fuck you, huh? Was that it? You just wanted Hichan to snap and fuck you in an alley way, you fucking slut.”
“Holy shit,” Hitoshi breathes, clawing into Katsuki’s thigh and hammering up into his ass. From the few times that he has had sex with Katsuki and Izuku, he’s never heard Izuku talk like this. It’s fucking hot.
Katsuki whines, tilting his head back as Blackwhip chokes him. “Yes, yes, fucking shit, fuck me harder.” He bounces up and down on Hitoshi’s cock and cries out as Blackwhip also slithers around his cock. “Oh shit—” he tenses up with a gasp and jerks up, his eyes wide in an attractive panic. “Wait, wait—”
Hitoshi pauses, but Izuku slips his hand into his hair and tugs it roughly. “Don’t stop.” He smiles in way that is so cocky, yet so fucking attractive that it makes Hitoshi’s heart burn. “What’s wrong, Kacchan, is it too much?”
“No no no, wait—” Fat tears roll down Katsuki’s cheeks, his eye makeup from patrol smearing black lines along his face. “I’m not— I have to—”
Izuku’s eyes light up. “Ooh, do you have to piss, Kacchan? I know that face,” he laughs, pumping his own cock faster. “C’mon Kacchan, just let it out, I know you can do it.”
“F-fucking shit, Deku—” Katsuki’s thighs tremble and he squeezes so tight around Hitoshi’s cock that he sees stars.
“Katsuki,” he gasps, bucking up into him and making Katsuki moan. “You need to piss?”
“That’s what I ffffuck— fuckin’ said—” Katsuki freezes, eyes going blank as Hitoshi’s mind control takes over him.
Hitoshi doesn’t know what came over him exactly. It must be the way that Katsuki was begging, pleading to Izuku that set him off. He pants in time with his thrusts and licks up Katsuki’s fat tit that’s in front of his face. “Then piss.” He bites down on his nipple and tugs it between his teeth.
As soon as Katsuki’s dick twitches and spills out that warm golden liquid, Hitoshi lets up his quirk. Katsuki is slapped in the face with the sudden overwhelming feeling of being present as his bladder is emptied, and he sobs, arching his back and humping his hips forward as he pisses onto Hitoshi’s thigh. The tightness of Katsuki’s ass around his dick has Hitoshi cumming up inside him moments later, groaning around his tit and squeezing tightly into his thigh.
Izuku follows seconds later, pumping his cock faster and cumming onto Katsuki’s thigh and hip. “Shit, such good boys,” he moans, tugging Hitoshi’s hair and making Blackwhip squeeze tighter around Katsuki’s neck. “Kaaacchan, I know you wanna cum too, you can do it!” His quirk dances up along Katsuki’s cock, squeezing around the base and feeling up his tip.
Within seconds, Katsuki is crying and cumming intensely, spilling his seed out onto Hitoshi and intermingling with his piss. His foot slips off the storage box and he falls fully back onto Hitoshi’s cock, who groans and empties another small spurt of cum inside him. It’s Izuku’s Blackwhip and Hitoshi’s capture scarf that keep him from completely falling and trying to curl up after his orgasm.
“Wow,” Hitoshi breathes, feeling just as dazed as Katsuki looks. “That…”
“That was so good,” Izuku finishes for him, a delighted purr behind his voice. He pulls Blackwhip away completely and stands up, walking out of the bedroom to dip into the bathroom and grab a towel.
Hitoshi carefully helps Katsuki get off his cock, his mess inside his ass slowly leaking out. Shit. He sure came a lot. “You okay?” he asks softly, helping Katsuki stand up. “Bet you need a bath.”
“‘M fuckin’ fine,” Katsuki’s words are slurred as he leans his weight onto Hitoshi.
Izuku returns with two towels, one wet and one dry, and he lovingly wipes down Hitoshi and Katsuki, kissing them each on the lips.
“My good boys.” Izuku smiles, hugging them both tightly.
“I hate you.” Katsuki buries his face into Izuku’s chest, his breathing finally evening out.
“I know.”
Hitoshi leans his head against Katsuki’s back, wrapping his arms around them both. In this one moment of peace from his whole day, he is reminded of why he loves them both so much. It makes his shitty patrol this morning worth it.