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Izuku let out a sigh of relief as he stumbled into Heights Alliance three hours late to find the common room empty. The last thing he wanted was to be questioned. While he knew he could lie his way through most of the inquiries, he didn't want to risk it. Especially given the circumstances... Thankfully, Aizawa had been informed of the incident by the police, so he would not wonder why Izuku would be missing from classes for the next week.
Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, he took off his shoes before beginning his trek toward the stairs. He hoped he had enough lotion in his room or else this week would be worse than he thought.
The first step up had his shoulders relaxing slightly before they hiked straight back up to his ears at the sound of his name. “Midoriya? Is that you?”
Before he could stop himself, he responded “Yeah, it’s me.” He clenched his eyes shut in frustration and panic - why, of all people, did it have to be Todoroki? He was the exact person Izuku was hoping to avoid. Well, he and Kachaan that is - UA’s hottest power couple. He supposed it could be worse. At least it’s just him, right?
“Deku!” Fuck. “Get your ass in here. Where the fuck were you?.”
No, no, no, anything but that. An order and a direct question? Could this get any worse? Outside of his control, his feet began to move toward the kitchen where the two of them stood.
Before he knew it, he was planted in front of the two people he had wished to avoid. Kachaan opened his mouth to speak again, but Izuku, despite his best efforts, beat him to it.
“I was patrolling when a villain attacked. She wasn’t an issue, but I had to move a civilian out of the way and they accidentally activated their quirk when I moved them. The police said mmhm-” Izuku cut himself off before he could dig his grave any deeper and prayed that the two would leave well enough alone. He should have known better.
“What did the police say, Midoriya?” Todoroki’s soft voice cut through his muffled attempts to shut himself up.
“Take your fucking hands off your mouth and tell us, shit-nerd.” Of course, Kachaan would take away his only hope.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Izuku’s hands dropped to his sides and he began talking again. Focused as he was on not looking at the two, he missed the brief glance they shared at his behavior. “The police said it was a lust quirk with aspects of an honesty and obedience quirk mixed in. I have to answer any questions honestly and obey any command from the objects of my affection. It doesn’t make me feel anything I don’t already though, and the lust portion won’t kick in for another couple of hours.” Izuku hoped with every fiber of his being that the two had not caught on, but of course, neither of the two was stupid.
“And who is this object of your affection?” That was Todoroki.
“Objects. It's the two of you.” The room was silent as Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the backlash. He braced for - well, he wasn’t sure exactly what. An explosion perhaps? Not that he could blame Kachaan. It would absolutely be deserved. Maybe Todoroki would freeze his feet to the floor and let everyone see his shame. Maybe, just maybe, the two would just leave and let him go cry in peace without any more commotion.
“Come on,” Kachaan’s gruff voice broke the silence and Izuku’s head fell even more. They were going to leave him here. That was the best-case scenario, right? So why was he so disappointed? Before his thoughts could spiral any further, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him along behind them.
Izuku’s eyes shot open to see a head of blond hair in front of him, pulling him up the stairs. A glance behind saw Todoroki calmly taking up the rear. “Wha-”
“Shut up.” Of course, Izuku’s mouth snapped shut and he was forced to follow behind in anxious anticipation. Did they just not want to talk about it in the kitchen? Were they bringing him up to their room to laugh at him? Were they just going to shove him into his room to get him out of their hair? The last idea was shot as they passed the landing for the second floor and continued up. Veering off onto the fourth floor, Kachaan opened his door and all but shoved Izuku inside.
Just as soon as the door was shut and locked with the three of them inside, the blond turned towards him and said, “Sit.” Without any further direction, the quirk had him obey immediately and plop himself cross-legged onto the floor at their feet. A brief moment passed where they processed what just happened before he pinched the bridge of his nose and rephrased the order, “Go sit on the bed,” and after another moment, added, “back against the headboard.”
Izuku, ears and face burning, scrambled to get off the floor and move to where he was told. Kachaan pulled the office chair out and spun it around before sitting down and resting his arms on the backrest. Even though he knew better, Izuku couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate the way his biceps stretched the cuff of his t-shirt in this position. Todoroki then climbed onto the bed and sat with his back against the wall, legs extended out in front of him. The light from the window shone in and illuminated the right side of his face, his white hair glowing like a halo. Why, Izuku wondered, did they both have to be so gorgeous? And why was he alone with them?
Just as the greenette began to wonder what he was doing here, Todoroki began to speak. “Don’t cover your mouth or try to hide any information from us for this whole conversation. Why did you never tell us how you felt?”
With no other recourse, Izuku answered. “I knew it wouldn’t be welcome. We, the three of us, were friends and I really didn’t want to ruin that by telling you things you didn’t want to hear. Then, when the two of you started dating, I was happy for you. I really was. But obviously, I didn’t want to insert myself where I wasn’t wanted. I’m not a homewrecker. On top of that, I know neither of you could want someone like me, so it was better if I just kept it to myself and let you two be happy.”
A blink, before, “What the fuck do you mean ‘someone like you’?”
“Well, I’m annoying and a crybaby and I mumble all the time. I’m kind of useless and I just cause more trouble for everyone by being around, but I’m selfish so I stick around anyway because the thought of leaving hurts. Also, I’m really plain-looking so obviously the two of you wouldn’t want me because you’re both so attractive, and I-”
“Stop.” Kachaan’s words saw his mouth clicking shut and he took in the blond. His head was hung low, and through his bangs, he could see his brows furrowed and lips set into a scowl. He’d said too much, but the two of them wanted to know so he couldn’t really be blamed, right? “First of all, your mumbling isn’t annoying. It’s-” he cut off as if fighting with himself.
“It’s actually quite endearing.”
Kachaan gave a nod at his boyfriend before continuing, “Yeah, that. Also, wait. You’re not going to believe a word we tell you if that’s how you honestly see yourself.”
Izuku couldn’t say anything because he was still under Kachaan’s command to stop, but honestly knew he was right. Even hearing them say his mumbling was… endearing? He knew that wasn’t true. He’d been told all his life it was annoying, by Kachaan, by teachers, even his mother had told him at one point. There was no way he would be able to believe the nice things it seemed like they were going to say, as much as he wished he could.
Todoroki seemed to have an idea. “Midoriya- Izuku. Can I call you Izuku?” Pulled from his thoughts, his heart skipped a beat as he nodded. Hearing his name from the bi-colored boy’s mouth sounded like heaven. Honestly, Izuku could die happy just from having experienced that. “Please call me Shoto then.” Izuku felt like his heart would stop beating as he gave another shaky nod.
Satisfied, Todo- no, Shoto continued. “Katsuki and I will not lie to you this entire conversation.” A quick glance showed the other nodding along. “Believe that what we say throughout this talk is the truth.” A direct command? An order to believe them? That… might just work. As scary as it was, he trusted the both of them not to lie to him. “Do you have any questions before we start?”
Izuku thought for a moment, before tentatively asking, “Can we test it? I just… I want to make sure it works.”
Shoto gave him a slight smile which sent his stomach swooping before saying, “I think you’re cute. Do you believe me?”
Even with his face quickly becoming beet red, he gave a shaky nod. “Good,” chimed in Kachaan from his spot on the chair. “here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to repeat why you think you’re not worthy or whatever the fuck you think one by one and we’re,” he gestured between himself and Shoto, “going to knock those stupid ass ideas out of your mind. First one, go.”
Before he could think, his mouth was already answering. “I’m annoying.”
“You’re not. Your mumbling is fucking cute, okay? I told you it was annoying because I was a fucking coward that didn’t know how to face my own fucking feelings.” Izuku’s eyes widened as the words took hold in his mind.
“Kachaan thinks it’s cute?” He had ducked his head at the admission but felt the need to ask. Glancing up through his eyelashes, Kachaan’s cheeks were stained a light shade of pink. He’s so pretty when he blushes… It was only when his face bloomed a deeper red and Shoto’s chuckle rang through the room did Izuku realize he had said that out loud. Sill under orders not to cover his face, he could do nothing to hide how hot his cheeks were.
Clearing his throat and looking to the side, Kachaan answered, “Yea, I fucking do. You’re - fuck, this - fuck… you’re fucking cute when you blush too or whatever.” Izuku thought his soul was going to leave his body at the admission and he couldn’t help but let out a little squeak.
Shoto, taking pity on the both of them, continued the conversation. “What was the next reason?”
Again, Izuku could do nothing but answer. “I cry too much.”
“Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to cry.” Izuku blinked at the start of the sentence, a bit confused as to where this was going. “If I was caught, I was forced to train until I passed out.” He thought he heard a brief grumbling that sounded like ‘fucking Endeavor’ from the chair, but continued to listen avidly to Shoto’s retelling. “I learned early on to hide my emotions, and now I find it particularly difficult to express strong feelings like sadness or joy. I’ve been slowly unlearning what I was taught, but I don’t think I will ever be able to cry freely like you can. Frankly, I am a bit jealous of the ease with which you express yourself. There is nothing wrong with crying; it’s what makes us human. Never be ashamed of your tears.”
At those words, Izuku reached out to grab Shoto’s hand and held it between both of his. “I’m sorry you went through that. I’ll kill Endeavor for you.” Realizing what he’d just said, he began spluttering, “I mean, I wo- won’t- okay I would if you asked me to but only if you asked me to. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. That was supposed to be an inside thought, and I really didn’t mean to ever tell you that. I hope you don’t think of me any differently. I still want to be a hero and I know heroes don’t kill people, even bad ones, but I would for you. If you wanted me to. It wouldn’t really be that hard, honestly. I have it all planned out, but again I would never ever do it if you didn’t want me to and-” Thankfully, Kachaan’s hand came up to smack over Izuku’s mouth, effectively cutting him off from his tirade.
“Woah there, Deku. Let’s keep the murder thoughts to ourselves.” Despite the seriousness of what Izuku had just revealed, Kachaan didn’t sound upset or disturbed in any way. He sounded, if anything, amused. Glancing up, his thoughts were confirmed when he saw that the blond was wearing a shit-eating grin. A look over to Shoto revealed a small smile gracing his lips. “At least,” Kachaan continued, “for now. I might want to take a look at those plans later. Anyway, as fun as this is, I say we just fast-track this shit.”
At Izuku’s confused look and Shoto’s rolled eyes, he continued “Look, you’re not fucking annoying, okay? Everything you think you do that’s annoying is actually fucking cute and almost everybody thinks so. That includes your nerdy-ass mumbling and the fucking crying. You’re not fucking useless - you never were. I was just a fucking asshole. We- Look at me. We. Are. Glad. You. Are. Here. Got it nerd?” Izuku’s eyes were blown wide as he stared into Kachaan’s crimson ones, so full of passion and honesty. “And you think you’re fucking plain? Have you fucking seen yourself? Last I checked, nobody who is built like a fucking Greek god could be described as plain. If that wasn’t enough, your eyes fucking shine when you laugh and your hair looks soft as shit, and your fucking freckles - I want to fucking bite them off.”
Izuku didn’t know what to think. Of course, he believed him - it’s not like he had a choice, but for Kachaan to say all of these things to him, it almost sounded like… like he liked him. That couldn’t be right though, could it? What did Shoto think about all of this? He wished he could glance over, but he was still under orders to maintain eye contact with Kachaan. It was then he felt a warmth begin to grow in his abdomen, traveling downward to his groin. Eyes widening, he whispered, “Oh no.”
With furrowed eyebrows, Kachaan pulled back and asked, “What?”
Izuku realized that ‘oh no’ wasn’t a particularly good reaction to the blond’s revelation, he hurried to clarify, “The lust component is beginning to take effect. I’m sorry- it’s just with you two so close, I think it triggered it sooner than intended. Please, I’ll just go back to my room and you won’t have to deal with this. I’m really sorry; please let me leave.”
“No.” The response didn’t come from Kachaan as he was expecting, but instead from Shoto next to him. During Kachaan’s speech, the two-toned boy had moved closer and was now leaning fairly far into Izuku’s personal space. “How long does it last? This quirk?”
Swallowing, Izuku replied, “Seven days. It lasts seven days unless my f-fantasies are fulfilled. Please let me leave so I can get out of your hair. I don’t want you to see me like that…”
Kachaan grabbed him by the chin as he got off the chair and climbed onto the bed, one leg supporting his weight from the floor and the other knee between Izuku’s. His free arm came up to land next to Izuku’s head, holding himself up. The greenette’s breath hitched at the movement before the blonde began to speak. “I don’t think you understand. Maybe we haven’t been clear, but we,” he glanced briefly at Shoto before continuing, “like you. We didn’t pursue you before because we didn’t think you were interested. Now, if you still want to go back to your room and jerk it for the next week thinking about us, fine. But we want to fucking help you. Will you let us? Think about it, then answer.”
Free from the previous order, Izuku took that chance to look over at Shoto, wanting to gauge his reaction to the reveal. What he found were eager, dual-colored eyes staring back at him. They both liked him? Wanted him? He knew, under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to believe what they were saying, but with the order to believe what they said through this conversation, he had no choice. Not that he wanted one anyway. Did he want to go back to his room for the next week? Definitely not. Did he want to stay and have them ‘help’ as it were? As nervous as he was, the answer was ‘yes.’ Taking a breath, he answered, “Please help me.”
That was all the confirmation the other two needed before hands were on his chest and his mouth was brought into a bruising kiss. The suddenness of it all had Izuku gasping, a warm tongue taking the opportunity to snake its way in past parted lips and exploring every crevice of his mouth. Between his mouth being invaded in the best way and the hands exploring underneath his shirt, it was all Izuku could do to stay present in the moment and not just fade into these new sensations.
“Wait.” At the sound of the breathy utterance, the two lips parted, a string of saliva still connecting the two until the blond turned to his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. “I realized- first, Izuku.” The direct address had him focusing his eyes on heterochromatic ones, shining in the evening light streaming through the window. “At any point, if you don’t like something, tell us to stop and we will. Understand?” At his shaky nod, Shoto continued. “You said it won’t stop until your fantasies are fulfilled.” A charming smirk spread across his face as he ordered, “Tell us what you fantasize about.”
Izuku’s ears could not get any redder as he began to speak, “I think about… I think about you two above me like this-” He knew that if the quirk were not in effect, he absolutely would not be able to get any of this out due to sheer embarrassment. As it was, he felt like he was going to combust at any second with the two sets of heated gazes set upon him. He swallowed in preparation for what he was going to say next, Adam's apple bobbing. “I think about you both holding me down and taking what you want from me, of- Kachaan, your hands… I want them wrapped around my throat. And Sho- Shoto, I think about yours in my hair, pulling. Sometimes, I imagine you two sp-” Even with the quirk demanding he say the next line, it was difficult to get out. Looking between the two staring at him, their smoldering gazes emboldened him just enough to continue. “I imagine you two spit-roasting me, pounding into me until I can’t think straight and all I know are your cocks. You two are both telling me how good I feel as you pull my hair and spank me and fuck me, and I’m choking on Shoto’s cock while Kachaan pounds into me, and all I know is that I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”
Finally, having said his peace, Izuku looked between the two works of art above him. Shoto’s eyes were dilated, and his tongue darted out to wet his parted lips. Kachaan, on the other hand, was baring his teeth in a mockery of a smile as he rumbles, “Oh Deku, we’re going to fuck you up so bad. Strip.” Scrambling to comply, Izuku found himself stood by the side of the bed as he discarded his shirt and began to shimmy out of his pants. When he got to his underwear, he hesitated a brief moment before pulling them down and stepping out of them. His erection sprang free and he had to fight the urge to cover himself.
“Are you two going to strip too? I… feel weird being the only one that’s naked.”
Both boys swiftly shimmied until they stood before him in all their glory. After resuming their spots, Kachaan reached out and pulled him back to the bed, situating him so that Izuku was leaning back against his chest and Shoto was on all fours over them both. Warm breath hit his ear as two strong arms wrapped around him, effectively pinning his own to his sides. “Little Deku, we’re going to take whatever the fuck we want from you. You’ll be a good boy and give it to us, right?” Izuku nodded vigorously before feeling a sharp smack on his hip from one of the hands wrapped around him. “Use your words.”
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good I promise. Please, I’m yours. Take whatever you want. Please, please.” Already, he was reduced to a babbling mess and they hadn’t done anything yet. How was he going to handle it when things got more intense? Soon, all thoughts left his head as a cold hand trailed from his abdomen up into his hair, tugging his head to the side. A gasp ripped out of him as a pair of lips descended on his neck from behind and another began trailing kisses along his jaw before meeting his own.
The kiss with Shoto was different from the one he had shared with Kachaan, but no less pleasurable. He took his time, worshiping Izuku’s lips with his own before slowly asking for entrance which Izuku happily gave. The warm tongue meeting his own had him letting out a groan from the back of his throat that turned into a squeak when the appendage suddenly turned cold in his mouth.
The lips behind him lifted to whisper in his ear, “It’s fucking hot when he does that, right?” before descending back onto his neck, licking and sucking their way along all of the sensitive parts. All Izuku could do was let out a keening noise in the back of his throat before succumbing to the sensations all around him.
He had no clue how long it had been before the two pulled back, admiring their work as he stared up at Shoto with glassy eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” was uttered above him, and Izuku short-circuited. “So perfect. God, you look so good between us. You’re so good .” With each piece of praise, Izuku could do nothing but whimper pitifully. His mind was overloaded, his nerve endings were on fire, his dick was throbbing painfully, and all he wanted was for them to keep touching him.
Slowly, a hand that had been holding down his arms began to slide up his abdomen to his throat, before resting firmly against it. He didn’t squeeze, but let the threat hang in the air. “Are you ready little Deku?” Before he could ask, Kachaan’s free hand moved from around him to dig into the side drawer. Finding what he wanted, he shut the door and tossed the item to Shoto, who caught it easily. Eyes wide, he began to tremble in anticipation before nodding slowly. Pleased with the confirmation, Shoto popped open the cap on the lube he’d been tossed and coated his fingers with the substance.
Kachaan shifted Izuku like he weighed nothing (which was hot , by the way) to offer Shoto a better angle. Now, his head was resting on the blond’s toned abdomen and he could stare up into crimson eyes as they gazed down at him. The hand returned to his throat just as he felt a finger rub at the sensitive ring of muscles. He gasped when the finger entered him, then his tongue lolled out and his eyes rolled back as the hand on his throat squeezed. He could breathe, he knew that, but it was like the air wouldn’t come in and already, he could feel the blood rushing in his ears in the best way possible.
“So good for us, bunny.” Just as those words hit him, deep and guttural, the finger he could feel moving inside quirked and brushed against a spot that made him see stars. He was so far gone for these two and they had barely started. A small keening noise filled the air and it took the briefest of moments before he realized it had come from himself. Unbidden, his eyes began to slip closed before a firm squeeze around his throat had them snapping open again. “No, you don’t. I want to see your face as you come undone between us.”
Another finger entered him and the world began to swim in front of him. Blond hair and ruby eyes blurred until his whole universe was Kacchan - his Kacchan and the warm fingers working inside of him, Shoto’s fingers. It felt too good to be true, yet here he was at their mercy and they wanted him. Not only that, but they liked him. This wasn’t a one-time thing - and even if it was, he thought it would have been well worth it.
After an eternity, the red slid from his vision and he was left staring at a chiseled jaw. Without his permission, his hand, released in favor of fingers around his throat, reached up and slid along the porcelain skin and into the hair at the base of his neck. Izuku could do nothing but marvel at the softness of it, how smooth it felt between the callouses of his crooked fingers. Beneath his head, he could feel Kacchan’s abs tense briefly before relaxing along with the hand resting upon his throat. Emboldened by the reaction, he lightly raked his fingernails along his scalp.
Before he could truly get into his ministrations, Izuku found his wrists in a vice-like grip and a sudden emptiness where fingers were pumping in and out just moments before. A whine left his mouth before he could stop it and he turned questioning eyes to the heterochromatic ones that slid above him. Shoto’s smooth voice sounded through the room. “Kats, get him on his knees. I want his hands behind his back.” He paused a moment before addressing Izuku. “Is it okay if we restrain you? Just your wrists. We have some hemp rope we can use, or something softer if you prefer.”
Izuku licked his lips. Being tied up and at their mercy, rope rubbing against his skin, sounded like a dream come true. Before he could even think fully, he was nodding furiously. At the sharp snap above him to speak, he began to babble. “Yes. Yes, please. Please, Shoto, please. Whatever you want. You can tie me up. Use the rope. Please, please, pl-” His desperate pleas were cut off by a pair of lips sliding over his and closing around his tongue before sucking. Any further words he might have had cut off in a quiet moan.
Just as soon as it started, the kiss broke off and Izuku felt himself manhandled into a kneeling position with Shoto at his back. Hands slid slowly up his back and over his shoulders before dragging down his biceps and forearms to his wrists, guiding them into place gently. As Kacchan handed him the rope from the bedside table drawer, his movements never faltered. He was so delicate with Izuku, as though he might break from one wrong move. As much as he loved Kacchan’s roughness, this was wonderful too. With Kacchan, he felt wanted. With Shoto, he felt cherished. Izuku reveled in both feelings as rope slowly started winding its way around his wrists, up his forearms.
A rough voice broke through his growing meditation, “Don’t do it too tight. Damn nerd’s arms are rough. Don’t want to hurt him.” Shoto only nodded at his words, but Izuku felt his heart swell as the rope loosened ever so slightly. It isn’t something he ever mentioned, the pain in his arms, but trust Kacchan to notice and consider something like that. Before he could stop himself, his lip began to wobble and his eyes started to tear up.
“Shit, Deku. Sho, stop. What’s going on? Does it hurt? Do we need to stop?” Panicked words pierced through him as both pairs of hands left his body.
Desperately, he shook his head. Even with his voice shaking, he begged, “No, no. Please don’t stop. I’m - I’m just so happy. Please don’t stop.”
As soon as the words were out of his lips, the shoulders in front of him slumped and the hands behind him continued to wrap him up. A small smirk, one might even consider it a smile, was resting on Kacchan’s face, eyes incredibly fond. “You damn nerd.” Soft, caramel hands came up to wipe his tears before his mouth was captured in a searing kiss. Once again, Izuku’s world melted into nothing but the two on either side of him.
Hands were on him, in him, scorching and freezing through him as he let himself just be , trapped between the two people he wanted more than life itself. His wrists, wrapped up so tenderly, felt secure in the hemp rope. The slight friction created just enough sensation to feel grounded in his body without losing himself to the sensations of icy fingers working him open and soft palms on his shoulders, holding him upright.
“Okay,” Shoto’s voice was slightly breathless as he spoke. “Kats, he’s ready. Tell us again what you want, Izuku.”
Through the fog in his brain, Izuku felt himself start talking, the words pouring out with no inhibitions. “I want your cocks in me, please. Shoto, I want to choke on you. I want you to pull my hair and fuck my mouth until I can’t breathe. Kachaan, please, please I want to feel you inside of me. Pound me into the mattress and use me however you want. I just want to be yours.” He knew, without the quirk and the haze in his mind, that he would never have been able to get those words out through the embarrassment. He also knew he’d likely be mortified later by just how brazen he was being, but in the moment, he couldn’t care less so long as they would just. Fuck. Him. Already.
“You heard the nerd. Trade me.” Without letting Izuku fall from his bent-over position, the two shuffled around until they had effectively swapped places. Katsuki’s hands landed on Izuku’s ass and squeezed before spreading the cheeks, the sudden exposure causing the sensitive ring of muscles to clench slightly. A quiet curse came from behind him, voice laced with desperation. The sound sent a shock of wanting directly through Izuku’s abdomen, toes curling unconsciously.
Slowly, Izuku felt a pressure pushing past his tight ring of muscles. The sensation, familiar yet entirely new, nearly caused him to tense up until a warm hand ran up from the spot on his back where his wrists met, over his neck, and into his curls, fingers grasping slightly. The unspoken threat nearly had him keening as he continued to be filled, inch by glorious inch.
After an eternity, feeling as though he might rip in two in the best way possible, Kachaan was seated firmly against his backside. Izuku could feel the tension in his fingers where they gripped his hips, struggling to stay still and let him acclimate.
“Are you ready, Izuku?” Looking up through his lashes, he took in Shoto’s face before glancing down at the length before him. Precum dripped from the reddened tip, and all he could do was open his mouth and let his tongue loll out. A groaning sigh floated above him before the fingers tightened in his hair and he was pulled forward.
He had imagined, of course, what it would be like to give someone - to give Shoto - a blowjob, but none of his wildest fantasies compared to this. The weight on his tongue, the salty aftertaste, and the smell of musk all melted together into a sensation that had his eyes fluttering closed and a moan gurgling in the back of his throat. Just as soon as his nose brushed the hair at the base of Shoto’s member, his attention was drawn to the feeling of Kachaan pulling out until only the tip remained.
Soon enough, the two of them had set a steady rhythm, slightly offset from one another. Izuku could do nothing but hang there in between the two, feeling as though the world had collapsed upon them and nothing mattered except the feeling of being so full and the noises coming from above and behind him. Every gasp and moan sent a bolt of electricity through him. He knew he wouldn’t last long, and based on the way the hands holding him were tensing, neither would the other two.
Izuku felt his jaw begin to ache and his eyes water with the lack of breath when he felt Shoto’s hips jerk and press firmly into his face. Hot seed spurted into the back of his throat and he gagged at the warm, slippery sensation, but forced it down anyway as Shoto pulled out slowly, breathing ragged. Izuku could feel the hands holding him up trembling, and some form of communication must have happened above his head because the next thing he knew, a warm hand wrapped around his throat from behind him and lifted him up until his back was flushed with Kachaan’s chest, the new angle brushing against a spot that made him see stars.
“What do you need, little Deku?” The voice rasping into his ears caused his eyes to flutter, but he steadfastly held them open to take in the sight before him. Shoto, flushed and gasping, kneeled in front of him with eyes gazing at Izuku like he was the most beautiful gift on Earth.
Through choking moans, he begged, “Please just touch me. Please let me come. I want- I want to make you feel good and I want to feel good and I want to be good. Please, please, please…” His words trailed off into whimpering as Shoto shuffled forward and wrapped an icy hand around his throbbing cock. It felt like heaven on his heated skin, and the pressure had his hips bucking forward involuntarily. Only the firm hand on one hip had him stilling the movement.
With only a few quick jerks, Izuku was tensing and shaking, spurting into Shoto’s hand and on the bedsheets in front of him. Kachaan didn’t stop for what could have been an eternity more, chasing his own release. Izuku thought for sure he was going to die soon if the sensations didn’t stop - he was so incredibly sensitive. Finally though, after what was likely only a few more seconds, the hips behind him stuttered then stilled, buried deep inside.
Izuku didn’t have any thoughts left in his head as he was slowly lowered onto the mattress. Shoto shifted to the side and began to gently unwork the knots holding his arms behind his back, massaging as he went. Pitiful groans were all he could manage as the tension released and he felt a body lower itself next to him, a cold arm snaking under his chest to pull him closer.
He could see the lights go out from beneath his eyelids as feet padded back towards them. In his blissed-out state, he barely registered the words above him. “Deku, get up and jump on one leg.” He only grumbled before lifting a finger in the direction of the remark. “Guess it worked then. Good.” A smack rang across his ass before a weight landed on the other side of him and an arm wrapped him close. “Sleep. We’ll take care of this shit in the morning.”
Izuku, already halfway there, settled in further between them and dozed off into a comforting sleep.
Two days later, Izuku walked into class with everyone else to start the week. If he walked a little closer to Shoto and Kachaan, nobody said anything. It didn’t dawn on him until he crossed the threshold and made eye contact with the yellow caterpillar on the ground that, perhaps, he should have stayed in the dorm for the week anyway just to avoid his teacher having any inking of his sex life.
Aizawa only blinked slowly from his spot on the floor before glancing between the three of them, grimacing slightly, and turning away to face the wall.