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“Kacchan, come here, pet…”
Katsuki looks up from where he’d been staring over the balcony of the mezzanine at the scantily clad dancers on the stages below. He meets intense emerald eyes as he prowls forward at the request, sparing only a quick glance at the other man seated in the room. When he reaches Deku’s side and the man opens his massive legs in invitation, Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to move between them and settle his naked ass over a thick muscular thigh and wrap his arms around a thick neck. “Daddy…” Katsuki purrs in greeting.
Deku smirks down at him, heat in his gaze as he slides a large scarred hand over Katsuki’s bare thigh. Katsuki shivers as that palm slides upwards and like a pavlovian response, Katsuki’s dick twitches and starts to fill. Deku’s attention has always been intense, but Katsuki enjoys the little thrill that comes from being wanted by one of the most violent villains to ever exist. It’s a heady rush that never fails to get Katsuki hard…It doesn’t help that Deku is his most attractive client with a body built like a tank, rugged jaw, sexy scars and tattoos crawling over his lightly tanned skin, short and soft green curls, emerald eyes and the largest fucking cock that Katsuki has ever had the pleasure of riding. Katsuki had instantly looked at the monstrous red flag and charged ahead full speed to seize it when Deku had specifically requested him for the first time. Katsuki might be a whore, but he’s a picky one…and Deku had checked every single one of his fucking boxes. And he pays well…so fucking well that Katsuki hasn’t had to take on a single other client since he met the man almost six months ago. About once a week, Deku texts him a time and location and Katsuki shows up with bells on. He won’t openly admit that wings flutter in his stomach and excitement zips through his body every single time he’s summoned.
That scarred hand firmly trails upwards and Deku crooks his pinky to graze the knuckle lightly over Katsuki’s half-hard dick, making him suck in a breath. He can feel the eyes of the stranger across from them prickling over his skin, but he actively ignores it as Deku teases him. Katsuki isn’t shy about his body or his profession… and dabbles heavily in the world of kink. Honestly, it’d started to become monotonous, but then Deku swooped in with his dark commanding aura and unusual requests, setting Katsuki’s blood on fire in the best ways and stoking his libido back to the surface with a vengeance.
Deku’s gaze feels like it’s penetrating straight to Katsuki’s soul as he continues to silently pet over Katsuki’s inner thigh, occasionally grazing his dick just enough to coax it to full hardness. Katsuki can feel the thick bulge under his ass and clenches on the plug Deku had pressed into him the moment he arrived at the club’s private floor. He shifts his hips just enough to grind his ass over that thick length in a subtle tease.
Deku chuckles deep in his broad chest at the action. “Good boy,” he growls and Katsuki just barely withholds a groan when Deku’s fingers suddenly wrap around his cock and give him a tight pull while giving Katsuki a wolfish hungry grin. With anyone else, Katsuki would balk at being called a ‘good boy’, but when Deku says it, tingles of heat rush through Katsuki and he wants to melt into a horny puddle. Deku always knows just how to dig to Katsuki’s root and pull out a different side of him…the submissive side that Katsuki very carefully hides from everyone else.
When Deku gives him another tight stroke, Katsuki squirms over his lap as precome begins to drip from his tip. He nearly whines when Deku’s eyes leave him and turn to look at the stranger in the armchair across from them. Katsuki’s gaze follows his with a glare firmly in place, trying to withhold his jealousy that the stranger has stolen Deku’s attention away. Typically, when Deku calls him…it’s just the two of them. There’s never been another party present…
“Deku, I don’t think your pet likes me very much…” the extra murmurs in a deep voice, giving Katsuki a flirty wink and a smirk. Katsuki bites his tongue to keep from biting this presumptuous man’s head off, unsure how Deku might react. He lets his eyes trail over the extra and his jealousy flares… Pretty amethyst eyes stare back at him with wicked amusement lit behind them while shaggy lilac hair shades his fair skin. The man isn’t bulky like Deku, built more lithe and toned, emphasized by the dark sleek suit that he wears. Katsuki hates him instantly…the fucker is attractive.
Katsuki’s attention is jerked back to Deku when he barks out a booming laugh that irritates Katsuki further. He wants to be the one to make Deku laugh like that. The thought startles him a bit and he resolves to examine it later. Deku isn’t his and he needs to remember that fact before lines get blurred, but it doesn’t stop the petulant “Tch” that leaves his lips before he can stop it.
Green eyes shoot to Katsuki at the sound and Katsuki tries to wrangle his expression into something more neutral to cover his outburst. He shivers at the devilish smirk on Deku’s face and a groan escapes as a large calloused palm strokes his length again. “Kacchan, I want you to meet my partner, Hitoshi,” Deku rumbles.
Katsuki’s brain skitters at the word “partner” and he stiffens. What the fuck?! His eyes shoot to the asshole across from them, murder on his mind.
Deku raises a brow at his response, but his lips curl upwards a little further when Katsuki glances at him briefly before turning back to Hitoshi. “My business partner, pet…” he clarifies and Katsuki nearly sags in relief.
“Pretty sure you just gave the pretty thing a heart attack,” Hitoshi snarks, looking smug. Katsuki kind of wants to deck him in the face. “He looked like he was about ready to claw my eyes out…”
Firm fingers suddenly grip Katsuki’s chin and turn his face until he’s once again absorbed in emerald irises. “Are you jealous, pet?” Deku coos, sounding pleased, mirth radiating from him in waves.
“No, Daddy,” Katsuki clips out, the lie springing automatically from his tongue.
Deku hums, clearly not buying it and his smile widens while he strokes Katsuki’s aching dick again. “Then you won’t mind doing Daddy an itsy bitsy favor…?” he rumbles and Katsuki squirms when Deku’s fingers tighten over his shaft.
Katsuki squints a little at Deku’s mischievous tone, but already knows that he’d do just about anything for the villain.
“I told you he won’t do it,” the purple haired troll doll across from them says drolly. Instantly, Katsuki rounds on him in fury, pulling from Deku’s grip on his jaw. The nerve of this fucker… The flare of challenge burns brightly in Katsuki’s gut.
“Listen up, fucker–” he starts with a snarl. Hitoshi’s face cracks into a wicked grin that makes him appear almost sinister.
Katsuki’s impending tirade is cut off when Deku’s hand suddenly releases his cock and wraps around his throat, tugging him close until warm breath fans over his ear. “Shhhhh, pet. There’s no need to get worked up. Hitoshi just likes to play with his food, baby,” Deku growls lowly and nips at the lobe of Katsuki’s ear.
Katsuki tilts further into the possessive hold, reassured by Deku’s heated words. He feels some of his ire recede and relaxes from where he’d tensed. “Sorry, Daddy,” he mutters.
Deku’s thumb circles his pulse for a moment and presses a light kiss over his hair. A low chuckle raises some of the hair on the back of Katsuki’s neck.
“I can see why you’re obsessed…” Hitoshi says conversationally, clearly not addressing Katsuki.
Deku’s hand tightens around Katsuki’s neck, making him gasp and look up. Deku is looking down at him with an expression Katsuki has never seen before…something dark that makes Katsuki feel like prey caught in the jaws of a wolf. “Kacchan is the best…” he murmurs quietly, almost to himself. Katsuki can’t look away, sucked completely into the intensity of Deku’s attention. The tension between them is so thick that Katsuki feels like he’s suffocating under its weight as several silent moments pass. Goosebumps raise over his skin and his heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest. His instincts are screaming at him while his throbbing cock drools from the tip at the heady mix of arousal and a sliver of fear that runs through him. He’s always known that Deku was dangerous, broadcasting loud and clear in the villain’s gaze…and it thrills Katsuki to his core.
“Kacchan, you never answered me…” Deku purrs suddenly, making Katsuki jump as the silent bubble around them bursts.
Shit. What was the question? His face must betray his confusion…
“The favor…” Deku reminds in a patient tone that contradicts directly with his menacing aura.
Oh, right. “What’s the favor?” Katsuki murmurs.
Deku smirks wickedly and Katsuki yelps as the hand around his throat suddenly tugs him bodily forward and releases so fast that he loses balance and tumbles face first until his stomach collides with Deku’s opposite thigh just as he gets his feet under him. A large palm presses down over Katsuki’s lower back, pinning him in place while he wheezes and blinks in shock at the floor just below his face, hands braced over the carpet. Like this, he’s bent over Deku’s thigh, ass in the air.
“What the hell?” he rasps, still trying to gain his breath back after having the wind knocked out of him.
“Wanna show you off, pet,” Deku growls and Katsuki flinches when the hand not holding him down pats his ass. “Want to show Hitoshi what a good fucking boy you are for me.”
Katsuki groans, heat prickling over his skin. Deku wants to show him off… He knows he should be questioning this strange turn of events, but fuck…it’s kind of hot.
“Yes, Daddy…” he finds himself rasping.
He hears a dragging sound like furniture over the carpet and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the base of the armchair and Hitoshi’s shiny black dress shoes have moved close enough that Katsuki can practically reach out and touch.
“Reach back and spread those pretty cheeks, pet,” Deku instructs in a low tone that makes Katsuki shiver. He slowly takes his hands from the floor and reaches up behind him to grip his cheeks. He can practically feel the searing gazes of the men above him raking over his skin and he hesitates.
“Spread them wide, Kacchan. Let us see…” Deku commands in a tone that leaves no room for argument. Katsuki’s fingers dig into his flesh and pulls the globes apart, putting the red gem base of the plug on clear display. It’s rare that Katsuki is embarrassed, but something about this situation has heat flooding to his cheeks and he’s frankly glad that neither of the men above him can see his face.
“Look at that…” Hitoshi murmurs and Katsuki clenches involuntarily at the deep resonating timbre of his voice. Katsuki jolts when fingers suddenly wrap around the base of the plug and tug it upwards slowly. A breathless moan sneaks from his lips as his rim is stretched from the slick metal sliding through.
The moment he’d arrived tonight, Deku had practically ripped the clothes from his body and bent him over an armchair. Thick fingers had impatiently worked his hole open and Katsuki had been ready to be fucked within an inch of his life, so he’d been surprised when a bulbous metal plug had been shoved inside of him instead of Deku’s cock. Katsuki had just straightened when Hitoshi walked in like he owned the place (which in hindsight, he probably does) and he and Deku had proceeded to both sit and start talking business, leaving Katsuki to his own confused devices and wondering why Deku had bothered to prep him right before a business meeting. He never imagined this…
He gasps as the plug drags through his insides and grazes his prostate, making his cock twitch where it’s trapped between him and Deku’s clothed thigh. When it finally pops free with a wet squelch of lube, he can feel the cool brush of air over his loosened rim and shudders at the feeling.
“There we go,” Deku rumbles and Katsuki sighs when familiar fingers circle over his rim lightly before a couple dip inside and twist, making him wiggle a little at the sensation. “He’s always so fucking tight…”
“Mmmmm…is that right?” Hitoshi asks slyly. “Bet he cries like a perfect little slut when you stuff him with that monster of a cock…”
Fuck… Katsuki’s cock kicks at the filthy conversation happening over his head like he isn’t even there. Thank god his face is hidden or his blush would give away how much he fucking enjoys it, his jealousy from earlier completely forgotten.
Deku’s fingers dip deeper inside and curl, finding Katsuki’s sweet spot with unerring accuracy. Just one press over the little gland has Katsuki straining against the hand pinning him down. “Don’t even have to put it in for that,” Deku states simply. “Do I, pet?”
Katsuki clenches down over the fingers that have stilled inside him at being addressed. “No, Daddy,” he breathes out. Deku has brought him to tears over and over again with just his fucking fingers. He nearly whines when those very fingers slowly drag out of him and pull away.
Katsuki jerks when suddenly liquid squirts over his hole, making it flutter in shock at the cold sensation over his heated skin. Katsuki tries to turn his head to look up at the two men curiously, but lets out a gasp when a fist wraps in the back of his hair and forces his head back down. “No peeking, Kacchan,” Deku says playfully, but keeps his hand wrapped in Katsuki’s strands. “You’re gonna stay just like this while Hitoshi plays with your little fuckhole.”
Katsuki blinks. He’d just assumed that Hitoshi would be watching…His mind is suddenly flooded with images of being shared and used between the two villains and something molten burns in his core, making his cock drool and kick against Deku’s thigh. He sure as fuck hopes Deku knows that he’s going to ruin his stupidly expensive pants with Katsuki trapped like this.
“Do you like that idea, Kacchan? Like the idea of another man playing with your slutty cunt? I can feel your little cock drooling and twitching.” Deku’s fist tightens in Katsuki’s hair and suddenly jerks his head upright. Katsuki’s eyes slam closed at the burning tension over his scalp. “Answer Daddy honestly,” he snarls, sounding unhinged.
For a moment, anxiety swarms Katsuki. Shit, how does he answer this? Is it going to make Deku mad if he says yes? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
A harsh slap over his hole has Katsuki bucking against the hand at his back with a yelp and releasing the hold on his ass cheeks to grip Deku’s thigh. It’s with startling clarity that Katsuki realizes that both of Deku’s hands are currently occupied on his back and in his hair, which means that Hitoshi is the one that struck him. “Answer your Daddy, slut,” the villain hisses when Katsuki is silent for too long.
Katsuki sucks in a shaky breath, hole twitching with the sting of the blow and his arousal suddenly ratcheted up. “Yes, Daddy…” he whispers faintly, hoping it’s the right answer.
Twin groans reach his ears and Katsuki lets out the breath he’d been holding as his head is slowly lowered back down towards the floor and his hair is released. The hand over his back also releases. He sucks in a sharp breath when both of his cheeks are suddenly grabbed by those large hands in a bruising grip and forcefully spread. He startles when foreign fingers drag through the lube bathing his ass. “Let’s see if I can make you cry just like your Daddy, slut…” Hitoshi growls. “Wanna see you bawling and begging for mercy…”
Katsuki cries out when several fingers shove inside him at once. He can’t be sure of how many, but he squirms and bucks at the stretch. “Hold still and take it like a good boy,” Deku barks, instantly stilling Katsuki’s movements as Hitoshi’s fingers delve deeper into his guts. His fingers aren’t as thick as Deku’s, but Katsuki huffs out a strained breath at the ache that spreads from his hole.
“So fucking tight for a whore,” Hitoshi sneers and Katsuki is sure that his face is lit up red like a stop light at the degrading words. Despite his profession, no one has ever really had the balls to say it out loud and he should defend himself, but then Hitoshi starts thrusting his fingers and the words are lost to a breathy moan. “That’s it…moan for me. Is this all it takes to win you over, Kitkat…just need to have your tight slutty hole stuffed?”
Katsuki clenches at the nickname. Deku must have told Hitoshi his real name and he’s not sure how to feel about that, but as Hitoshi’s fingers start to pump steadily through his walls, all Katsuki can think about is how good it feels. He rises up on his feet and begins to rock backwards.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you…” Hitoshi purrs rhetorically and starts drilling his fingers into Katsuki’s hole hard and fast. Katsuki lets out a stuttered groan and throws his hips back to meet each thrust. He nearly comes out of his skin when Hitoshi suddenly yanks his fingers out and then plunges them back in, feeling thicker than before. If Katsuki had to hazard a guess, he’d say that there’s four of them buried in his ass, but he can’t be sure. All he’s sure of is that the stretch is delicious and making his balls tingle. When those fingers curl, Katsuki mewls as they press directly down over his prostate and begin beating against it.
Deku’s fingers are digging into his asscheeks and he just knows there will be bruises tomorrow as he keeps Katsuki spread open for Hitoshi’s use. Something about the image of Deku holding him open and Hitoshi making him take it has Katsuki ready to combust as the tension in his belly starts to build and his legs begin to quake as he rocks backwards. His tear ducts begin to sting with tears building at his lashline… Fuck…it feels too good…
Slick squelching sounds fill the space over the sound of the thumping bass from the floor below as Hitoshi pummels his hole and abuses his prostate. Katsuki clings to Deku’s thigh for dear life and drool drips down his face as he hangs practically upside down with his mouth open for panting breaths and guttural groans.
“He’s getting close, do it now,” Deku suddenly commands as Katsuki’s balls draw up tight and threaten to blow. A high pitched whine escapes him when Hitoshi’s fingers yank out of his hole. He’s only given a second to mourn their loss and the orgasm that was denied, when Hitoshi’s fingers are back, but they feel different as they start to push inside.
“Hold him down!” Hitoshi barks and Katsuki’s eyes fly open when Deku’s hands leave his cheeks. One slams down over his lower back while the other fists Katsuki’s hair and yanks his head back up, forcing his back into a cruel arch. Dizziness swamps him as he’s suddenly drawn upright after being head down for so long, but the feeling is quickly forgotten as Hitoshi’s fingers press further past his slickened rim and a bright burn spreads outwards. Oh my god… Katsuki whimpers and starts to thrash as the burn intensifies and his hole flutters wildly trying to adjust to the width of knuckles being forced through it.
“Daddy!” he screams in alarm. Katsuki thought he’d done everything in the book…but clearly there’s still some things he has to experience.
“Hush, you can take it,” Deku scolds in a teasing voice. “Hitoshi is doing you a favor, pet.” Tears start to run down Katsuki’s face as he’s forced wider than he’s ever been before.
“A slutty ass like this deserves a good fist fucking once in awhile,” Hitoshi adds, grinding his knuckles against Katsuki’s struggling rim. Katsuki sucks in wet breaths, sobbing at the pressure lighting him up. A scream tears from his throat when Hitoshi twists his coned hand and suddenly his rim gives way, swallowing Hitoshi’s hand whole. Katsuki’s whole body tenses like a bowstring as his walls stretch and his rim sucks down over Hitoshi’s wrist. Deku keeps him still as he heaves harsh breaths into his aching lungs, his whole body shaking so hard that he feels like he’s going to rattle out of his skin. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god…so full.
“Good boy,” Deku praises, still keeping Katsuki’s head aloft and keeping him pinned. Thankfully, Hitoshi remains still inside him while Katsuki tries to calm himself. “Such a good boy for me. Taking it so well,” Deku murmurs, stroking over Katsuki’s frazzled nerves with sweet words. Tears are dripping down Katsuki’s cheeks, no doubt making his eyeliner run in macabre lines over his skin. His heaving breaths sound loud in his own ears as his insides spasm around the pressure stuffing his hole.
Katsuki’s lungs seize when the fist inside him suddenly delves deeper and twists. “Don’t spoil your little fuckhole with too much praise, Deku,” Hitoshi chides in a gritty voice that makes Katsuki clench. “Sometimes slutty little bitches need a firm hand to punch their fucking insides open and a couple of cocks to stuff them with so much cum that it floods from their gaping holes…isn’t that right, Kitkat?”
A wheeze gusts from his chest as Katsuki bites on his tongue when the fist inside him drags backwards over his sweet spot and then rams back inside, deeper than before. More tears stream from his eyes when he clenches them closed. He knows an answer is expected of him, but he can’t think about anything other than the overwhelming pressure in his guts.
Deku hums a pleased sound above him. “Is that what you need, pet?” he purrs and strokes over Katsuki’s lower back.
“F-f-f-fuuuuuuuuck…” Katsuki stammers when Hitoshi starts pumping his hand slowly, never leaving Katsuki’s hole.
“See, Deku, our little slut likes it…” Hitoshi snarls and Katsuki lets out a harsh cry as Hitoshi yanks his fist free with a wet squelch of lube and before Katsuki can even suck in a breath, it plunges forcefully back inside him. “Just a dirty little fist puppet…” Katsuki can practically hear the smirk in Hitoshi’s tone as his fist starts to plow in and out of Katsuki’s loosened rim with obscene sounds while Katsuki wails.
“Daddy!” he screams as the tension in his stomach winds up tight when every hammering blow to his prostate.
“Your Daddy isn’t going to help you, Kitkat,” Hitoshi sneers. “He wants to see your little cock blow while I punch this filthy fucking cumhole.”
Katsuki is shaking so hard that he’s rattling Deku’s thigh and his hard cock pulses with heavy spurts of precome. He knows without a doubt that this orgasm is going to be the most intense that he’s ever had as his balls wind up tight when Hitoshi’s fist pistons into him hard and fast. “Oh my god…” he gasps between pornographic moans.
“C’mon, pet. Be a good boy and cum for us…”
“Little bitch is about to cum his fucking brains out.”
Katsuki’s head spins as each fucking word drives him higher and has him bracing his feet on the ground and rocking back despite Deku’s hold in his hair. His knuckles are popping as they grip tightly to Deku’s thigh and his cheeks are hot with the tears flowing freely over his flushed skin.
When the coil snaps, Katsuki screams at the pure electricity that arcs through him and his balls actually pulse, forcing his cum to spurt from him and douse Deku’s pants. He bucks and convulses as Hitoshi continues to pummel his hole and milk his gland. He can hear himself babble as the orgasm drags on infinitely, incoherent words that make no sense fly over his tongue as he’s pushed into painful overstimulation. “Please, please, please,” he begs through heaving breaths. “Sir…” he rasps, the title falling from his tongue without active thought.
There’s a sharp inhale behind him as the fist inside him blessedly slows to a stop as Katsuki shivers over it with aftershocks. He whimpers when it slowly pulls from between his clenched cheeks with a loud squelch that makes him flinch. A floating sensation drifts through him even as cool air brushes over his inner walls where his rim refuses to close.
His eyes crack open, watery and unfocused, when a slick hand suddenly grips his chin. His gaze meets pretty purple eyes that are looking down at him with a mix of heated arousal and surprising fondness. “I was right…so fucking pretty when you cry,” Hitoshi murmurs and squeezes tightly to Katsuki’s chin, keeping it aloft when the grip in his strands releases.
“Told you Kacchan is the best,” Deku growls.
The hold on his chin tilts his face from side to side, Hitoshi’s eyes never leaving him. Purple eyes are intense as they examine Katsuki’s face. Katsuki’s own eyes close as a thumb circles gently over his jaw. “Just a subby little baby, aren’t you, Kitkat?”
Katsuki’s usual bark is uncharacteristically absent as he sinks into the warm touch cradling his face while his gaping rim tries unsuccessfully to clench down. However, he finds himself nodding through his haze.
“Beautiful,” Hitoshi mutters. Katsuki soaks in the singular word, letting it soothe his shivering and tense limbs. “Thank me for punching that tight little fuckhole, slut,” he coos in a low tone.
Katsuki shudders at the command. “Thank you, sir…” he breathily responds, needing to please the man above him.
“Perfect…” Hitoshi rasps and lets Katsuki’s chin drop. Suddenly, large warm hands lift Katsuki’s limp body from over Deku’s thigh and his legs buckle under him, sending him to his knees between Deku’s spread legs.
“Face the front, pet,” Deku demands in a dark voice that crawls under Katsuki’s skin and he’s helpless to fight the impulse as he braces on his hands and twists until he’s facing the room. He finds Hitoshi standing directly in front of him. His eyes shoot upwards from the floor to find the villain’s pants open and a large veiny cock gripped in his hand. Katsuki’s mouth waters and he licks his dry lips with anticipation, knowing exactly where this is going.
“You look hungry, slut,” Hitoshi purrs and takes a step closer, putting his cock directly in front of Katsuki’s face.
Suddenly, Deku grabs both sides of his head from behind, fingers digging into Katsuki’s cheeks and jaw. “Open your fucking mouth.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Katsuki mumbles breathlessly and drops his jaw open. Katsuki can feel Deku’s hard cock pressing against his back and he shivers as a thick velvety head stretches his jaw further as Hitoshi guides it into his mouth.
Deku holds him still as Hitoshi is surprisingly gentle as he begins to rock in and out over Katsuki’s tongue. He seals his lips around the shaft and licks eagerly at the salty liquid dribbling from the slit. He’s rewarded by a deep groan above him and Hitoshi sinks more length into his mouth.
“Now who’s spoiling him?...” Deku hisses at Hitoshi from behind Katsuki, but then warm breath fans over Katsuki’s neck. “Should I tell him, pet? Tell him just how much you love it when Daddy fucks your face? Should I tell him how good of a little cocksucker you are? How your tight throat milks my cock the best when you’re close to passing out? Hmmmm…?”
Katsuki groans around the cock between his lips and sucks a little harder while stroking his tongue over a thick vein. Deku’s hands tighten over his face as Katsuki looks up at Hitoshi with a pleading look. Hitoshi’s smirk is cruel when their gazes clash. “Keep those pretty eyes open, slut. Keep looking at me just like that,” he commands. Katsuki’s cock twitches over his thighs, attempting to resurrect.
Spit flies from between his sealed lips as that thick cock is crammed past the constriction of his throat and he gags over the length, making him close his eyes as tears start to stream down his cheeks. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me when you choke on my cock!” Hitoshi barks and Katsuki’s watery eyes fly open. Hitoshi reaches down and lightly slaps Katsuki’s cheek while keeping his cock firmly lodged in the sheath of Katsuki’s mouth. More gags make Katsuki’s chest spasm, but he forces himself to relax around it and swallow around the buried length. He’s the best at this and Deku has throat fucked him on more than occasion. He hadn’t been able to speak for days afterwards, but fuck it had been worth it. “There we go, cocksucker…swallow it,” Hitoshi growls and pulls his cock back just a bit to rock back in and hold it there. Katsuki’s eyes widen as several moments pass with Hitoshi just watching him with a predatory look. The need to breathe starts to make his lungs burn and his lower body twitches while his cock stiffens at the sheer dominance swelling around him while Deku keeps his head pinned in place and Hitoshi stuffs his throat. His eyes start to grow unfocused as he tries not to squirm. His swallows become more frantic as his body attempts to purge the obstruction to his airway. Hitoshi’s eyes almost light up the longer Katsuki keeps eye contact despite the growing black dots appearing in his vision. Only when his body starts to convulse against his will as his reflexes kick in, does the cock in his throat slowly slide free. Breath rushes into him, wet and gurgling through his runny nose and nearly painful with its intensity. His ears pound as he heaves hacking coughs around the cock still resting over his tongue.
As his coughs slowly subside and his lungs inflate fully, Hitoshi’s cock is yanked free from between his lips and he blinks in surprise as the wet length is slapped against his cheek. “Is our little bitch hungry for more?” Hitoshi sneers.
Helpless to the power being exerted over him, Katsuki opens his mouth readily to be used again. He groans when that wet shaft smacks against his other cheek, smearing the skin with his own saliva. He dutifully keeps his mouth open and waiting.
“Does his cock taste just as good as mine, pet?” Deku suddenly snarls behind him and the hands around his face tighten minutely, thumbs digging in just behind his ears. Katsuki panics a little at the question, faced with another dilemma about how to answer in order to please Deku. For some reason, he tries to communicate his confusion with his eyes as he continues to meet harsh lilac irises.
Hitoshi smirks at him, clearly unwilling to aid him in his plight. Instead, Hitoshi takes a step closer, holding his cock up, putting Katsuki face to face with a heavy set of full balls. “I think our little cockslut needs a better taste before he answers.” Katsuki’s eyes widen as his nose is suddenly buried under Hitoshi’s cock and his still open lips rest against the wrinkled texture of Hitoshi’s sac. “Go on, whore, show me what else that mouth is good for…”
Katsuki makes a startled ‘Mmph” sound as his face is thrust forward further against those swinging globes. “Suck on them, pet…Get a good fucking taste,” Deku orders, sounding terse. Katsuki’s tongue tentatively reaches out and drags over the textured salty skin and he groans at the musky scent of the man above him. The smell is different from Deku, but no less heady as he begins to lick and suck at the skin needily. A hand suddenly grips the hair on the top of his head creating a delicious tension over his scalp as Hitoshi suddenly rolls his hips upwards dragging his sac over Katsuki’s mouth and face.
“Fuck, Kitkat,” he groans when Katsuki sucks one of the large globes fully into his mouth. “God, just like that…” Katsuki glows at the unexpected praise and swirls his tongue around the ball in his mouth while sucking at the skin. Hitoshi’s hips twitch as Katsuki reaches up and wraps his hands around the back of partially clothed thighs and nuzzles deeper into Hitoshi’s groin. His nose flares as he sucks deep breaths, inhaling the scent that’s making his cock drool over his thighs. His hole feels empty and twitching from where it still gapes open as he switches balls to show them equal attention. “Shit…” Hitoshi rasps and the hand in Katsuki’s hair tightens. “That’s it, suck them harder,” he encourages, tone low and gritty.
“You look like you’re about to blow your fucking load,” Deku teases Hitoshi and Katsuki can’t help the smirk that tilts the side of his mouth, a sliver of smug pride slithering through him while he sucks harder at each of the globes, alternating back and forth.
“What can I say…your pet really knows how to worship a set of balls…fuck, I might have to steal him away from you so I can sit on his fucking face and make him suck on them for hours while I cum over and over again on those fucking tits of his,” Hitoshi clips out through shaky breaths.
“You won’t have to steal him if I’m willing to share…” Deku purrs. “However, I want to fucking watch…”
Hitoshi sucks in a breath and Katsuki shivers while the villains negotiate above him, hole twitching at the scenario playing out in his head. He redoubles his efforts, slobbering and sucking wetly, almost desperate with the thought of being shared like a toy between these two.
“Deal,” Hitoshi rasps, legs starting to quake in Katsuki’s grasp tellingly. Fuck, he wants Hitoshi to cum. He doesn’t care where, just wants the satisfaction of pleasuring the man above him.
Suddenly, Hitoshi yanks his head backwards by his hair, Deku’s hands following the movement before once more stiffly locking Katsuki in place. Katsuki’s mouth is still slightly ajar in surprise when Hitoshi’s thick cock slides past his unsuspecting lips, dragging over his teeth and ramming right into the back of his throat and making Katsuki choke. Katsuki’s fingers dig into Hitoshi’s thighs to anchor himself as Hitoshi starts fucking into his face like a pocket pussy with animalistic grunts and groans that Katsuki can hardly hear over the gulping and slurping of his own mouth. “You hear that, filthy slut?” Hitoshi grits out as he fucks hard and fast into Katsuki’s mouth, leaving Katsuki no time to suck in a breath. “You fucking belong to both of us. Gonna use you up until you’re fucking sloppy and covered in cum.”
Hitoshi draws outwards for just a fraction of a second allowing Katsuki to suck in a quick breath and clear the haziness stuffing his brain with cotton. He aches to reach down and stroke his flushed and painful cock while he’s being used, but he doesn’t dare without permission. Suddenly, Deku’s hands shift upwards and grip the back of his hair in a fist and begins pushing his face forward to meet each one of Hitoshi’s vicious thrusts. Katsuki senses when Deku leans forward behind him. “We’re gonna take such good care of you, pet. The only cocks you’ll be taking from now on are ours. Gonna set you up right here with us…keep you full fucking time and share you between us…just our own little cocksleeve.”
Katsuki can barely understand the words over the rushing in his head, but his eyes suddenly open from where they’d closed and look up at Hitoshi, who is staring down at him with a strained expression. “Fuck, Kitkat…gonna cream this fucking throat…give that belly a nice fat load,” he rasps. “Don’t you waste a fucking drop…”
Hitoshi’s hips start to lose their rhythm, but Deku remains steady pushing and pulling Katsuki’s head, sliding him over Hitoshi’s cock while drool floods down his chin. Katsuki doesn’t know what possesses him to do it, but he releases Hitoshi’s thigh with a shaking hand and reaches between them to grab tight to Hitoshi’s balls and squeeze hard. The villain bucks so deep that Katsuki’s nose is smashed against Hitoshi’s navel. He swallows over and over again as he starts to knead the balls in his palm.
“Jesus Christ!” Hitoshi shouts and Deku releases his hold on Katsuki only for Hitoshi to palm the back of his head and begin to rut his cock forward as he pants. Katsuki shivers when the first spurt of hot cum splashes in his throat as his vision darkens from denied air. His head feels detached from his body as he rhythmically squeezes Hitoshi’s balls and more cum floods straight down his esophagus and into his belly. He doesn’t feel it when he starts to twitch and squirm and the burning in his lungs becomes a distant sensation. His hand must drop at some point when he no longer feels warm skin clutched between his fingers. His eyes flutter and close as the hands against his head disappear. Every limb in his body suddenly relaxes and he has the brief thought that it feels good.
“Toshi, pull out!”
Katsuki sways backwards as his airway is suddenly cleared and air fills him up. Sleepily, he doesn’t open his eyes even as strong hands behind him catch his body. Everything feels warm and fluffy, especially when warm hands stroke over his face.
“Kacchan?” his Daddy questions and Katsuki wants to answer him, but as soon as the words form in his head, they float away just out of his reach.
He feels as gravity shifts around him as he’s tucked up against something soft, but firm. A low groan vibrates his sore throat, but he doesn’t mind. Calloused fingers suddenly wrap around his hand. “Kitkat, squeeze my hand…” his Sir orders and Katsuki tries to even locate his own hand through the fog. When he finds it, he puts everything he has into giving it a light squeeze. “Good boy…Did so well, baby,” Sir praises and warm fuzzies explode in Katsuki’s chest. “He’s fine, Deku…he just needs a few minutes to come back up. Oh, don’t look at me like that. You said he likes it…” Sir says softly through panting breaths, but Katsuki shuffles the words away from his mind since they aren’t for him.
“Never had him go down so deep,” Daddy murmurs and Katsuki hums in pleasure when he’s pulled into a tighter embrace. He doesn’t know which one is holding him and he tries to crack his heavy eyelids open to see.
“Fuck, Deku, I’ve never cum so hard in my goddamn life.” Sir still sounds a little breathless as his voice wheezes the words. “Like I know you hired him…but he’s fucking perfect for what we were looking for.” Fingers stroke over Katsuki’s face and he leans into the touch.
Daddy chuckles, warm and deep, tickling Katsuki’s ears with the sound. “I know…he’s going to be such a good boy for us. I knew from the moment I first met him. I wanted to be sure before introducing you.”
“Deku, you sound an awful lot like he’s a lot more than your little pet,” Sir hedges.
Daddy hums thoughtfully. “Trust me…he’s going to be a lot more for you too. You’re just getting the tip of the iceberg here. This was just an appetizer. Wait ‘til you get to know the rest of him. He just fits with us. Y’know I’ve visited his apartment…it’s a fucking shithole, Tosh. I know that I’ve been paying him more than enough to get a new place, so I started wondering where the money is going and snooped through his finances. He’s been in the business for two years and he sends 80% of what he makes to only one place…”
“Where the fuck is he sending it?”
“His dad is dying of cancer,” Daddy says solemnly and a bolt of sadness bursts through the bubble of softness enveloping Katsuki.
“You weren’t supposed to find out,” Katsuki forces the words through his scratchy throat as the fuzz around him dissipates from him instantly, voice raw with either the abuse a few minutes ago or the swell of emotion building in him. He quickly stuffs it back in its box as he tries to get his bearings.
“He's been sending it to his mom every month like clockwork for the last two years when his dad got the diagnosis and the bills started piling up. Before that, he was in college to be a chemical engineer,” Deku finishes just as Katsuki is able to finally force his eyes open.
Instantly, he focuses in on the lilac eyes looking down at him. He realizes that he’s stretched out over the carpeted floor, head laying in the villain’s lap. Katsuki instantly forces a neutral expression on his face just like he does every time he’s faced with the pain that threatens to suffocate him. Surprisingly, Hitoshi doesn’t stop him as he rolls to his side and gets his wobbly feet under him, getting a slight head rush when he stands from the floor. He doesn’t know why he thought that his secret would remain hidden and he’d done his best to remain off the radar. It’s nobody’s business and he doesn’t need pity. His mom doesn’t know that this is what he does to make the astronomical payments to his dad’s bills…and he’s perfectly happy letting her think that he got a job with a manufacturing lab. Shit…he needs to leave.
He can’t look at either of the men as he shakily walks to where Deku had folded his clothes onto an armchair in the corner of the room. He doesn’t want to see the sympathy in those gazes or answer their questions. He picks up his boxers and starts to put his feet through the holes.
“Kacchan, come here, pet.” The command makes Katsuki pause and he itches to look back, but he refrains. The words aren’t harsh, but they are firm. He wants to follow them, his body suddenly feeling wrung out and unsure. His lip wobbles a bit in confusion when the sadness threatens to spill out of his carefully crafted box.
Suddenly, warm arms wrap around Katsuki from behind and tug him back against a firm chest. “You’re not going anywhere, Kitkat…” Hitoshi purrs and tucks his face into Katsuki’s neck to press a kiss over the skin.
The gentle action about undoes Katsuki on the spot and he sucks in a watery breath. “I need to go…” he mumbles, tucking his chin to his chest to hide his face and trying to breathe through the tears threatening to spill.
“Baby, it’s the drop…we should have waited to talk about it in private. Please don’t leave, sweetheart,” Hitoshi murmurs into his hair.
“I don’t want your pity,” Katsuki grits out when hot trails leak down his cheeks.
Suddenly, strong fingers grip Katsuki’s chin and his eyes dart up to meet soft emerald eyes. Thick calloused fingers brush over his cheeks wiping his tears away. “Don’t cry, Kacchan…You’re ours now, pet, and you’re not leaving.”
“You can’t keep me here, Deku. I didn’t want anyone to know…you had no right,” Katsuki snipes, but the warm expression on Deku’s face doesn’t change. Instead, Katsuki blinks in surprise as Deku bends down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead while Hitoshi presses one behind his ear.
“Pet, I’m a villain…and I’d do anything to get what I want or who I want. However, I only looked into your life because I know how good you are and wanted to provide for you if you were struggling. Just because I pay you when you walk out the door, does not mean that I stop being your Daddy. And whether you like it or not, I care what happens to you outside of our transactions,” Deku murmurs in a soft voice that Katsuki has never heard from him before.
“Kitkat, I only met you tonight and I already know that you’re special…outside of your skills. You’ve already got Deku wrapped around your finger and you don’t even realize it. The man does not shut up about you. We’ve been looking for someone just like you for a long time…Deku and I share everything…and I was surprised and a little jealous that he kept you from me for so long…and now I see why.” Hitoshi nuzzles further into Katsuki’s neck and nips at his ear. “Sweetheart, I don’t pity you. I admire you. Us knowing this about you doesn’t change anything. I know I speak for both of us when I say that we want you. Want to keep you…and…are willing to pay anything for that privilege.”
Katsuki shivers beneath strong arms as the last of Hitoshi’s words brush over his skin and his mind spins on their meaning. “I don’t want to be some charity case…” he grumbles, even as his mind whirs over how this could solve a lot of his problems at once. He searches deep down…He’s already attached to Deku, more than he should with any fucking client. He craves the man’s presence and now that he’s met Hitoshi and been caught in the storm the two create together… Fuck. He could easily get addicted to being the cream filled center between them.
“Kacchan…” Deku whispers and Katsuki looks up at him from where his eyes had dropped in thought. “Don’t think of it as a hand out…we’re gonna make you work for it, pet. It won’t be easy keeping up with both of us and dealing with two obsessed and possessive villains. You can choose to think of it as a career if you’d like or you can be our third…our partner and lover. Either way we’re going to take care of you…and your family. I already put in the call to the best doctors in the country and your dad already had his first consultation this morning. Even if you choose to keep things as they are between us…he will be taken care of and I won’t let you argue with me about it. Your “earnings” from here on are yours to keep…I will take care of the rest. Your parents’ house was paid off last night so they don’t have to worry about losing their home either…all made in your name so that no one will be the wiser as to your current career choice.”
Katsuki’s jaw physically drops open. He does the math in his head… Jesus Christ.
“Kitkat, baby, close your mouth. That’s a drop in the fucking bucket for us. Villainy pays well,” Hitoshi coos quietly next to his ear.
“This isn’t going to be held over my head is it?” Katsuki asks breathless, even if his mind is already made up. He already knows what he wants, regardless of the sudden dollar signs attached. His dad is taken care of…His parents won’t go bankrupt and lose their home…he doesn’t have to be a whore…These villains want him to be their third.
“Kacchan, there are no strings attached to this. You are still free to walk away–”
“No the fuck he’s not,” Hitoshi suddenly growls.
Deku sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Tosh, we talked about this…this is exactly why I kept Kacchan to myself for so long. I knew you’d get one taste, get obsessed, and not let him make the choice because he wants to,” he chides as if talking to an unruly toddler throwing a tantrum.
Hitoshi clucks his tongue, “Kitkat has already made his decision, haven’t you?” he murmurs into Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki can feel that smirk pressed against his skin.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, still rocked to his core with disbelief that all of this is happening.
“Mmmmmm…you’re gonna be ours, baby boy…” Hitoshi groans and nips hard at Katsuki’s neck, making him squirm and moan. “Gonna be our slut, our lover, our third…”
Katsuki gasps when Deku suddenly reaches down and grips Katsuki’s already half hard dick and starts stroking it firmly with measured motions.
“Say it, pet. Tell us you fucking want it…” Deku orders quietly, working Katsuki’s rapidly swelling dick to full hardness.
Katsuki feels overwhelmed, sandwiched between these two powerful forces of nature that are offering to give him everything he needs to get out of the rut he’s been surviving in. “Yes, Daddy…want it.” he whimpers finally, bucking his hips forward into Deku’s hold and tilting his head back against Hitoshi’s shoulder.
“Oh, and another thing, pretty slut…” Hitoshi suddenly growls and Katsuki cries out when one of Hitoshi’s hands suddenly dives down between them and shoves four fingers into Katsuki’s still slick and softened hole. “We’re calling the university tomorrow to get you re-enrolled…”
Katsuki sucks in a harsh breath and tries to look up at the villain. That’s way too much to pay…attending university is a small fucking fortune all on its own and Katsuki lost all of his scholarships when he dropped out. “But–”
“No fucking ‘but’s about it it, slut. I don’t care if you get a degree in underwater basket weaving, but you’re getting an education. You’re allowed to have a life outside of us and have a future…You’ll still live here with us, of course…I’m not letting you go long enough for dorms to be an option…but you’re gonna go and make friends and learn what you fucking want to learn and then you’re gonna come home to us.”
Katsuki isn’t even given a chance to reply when Hitoshi’s fist slowly sinks inside him with the wet squelch from the residual lube still greasing his hole and begins to pump gently inside, stroking deliciously over his prostate. The sudden fullness has Katsuki wobbling over his feet as he’s stimulated front and back simultaneously. A stuttered moan feels like it rattles from his chest as the two men work together to drop him over the precipice. Tension builds quickly in Katsuki’s abdomen and he’s almost shamed by how close he is after only a bare couple of minutes while his villains work him over.
Suddenly, Deku’s free hand wraps around Katsuki’s throat possessively and Katsuki gasps when hard lips crash against his. None of his clients have ever kissed him. Hell, he’s only had one kiss prior and that was a fumbling attempt in high school with his best friend. Deku doesn’t give him an option other than to respond as furious lips meld to his and devour his mouth. When a tongue traces his bottom lip, he automatically welcomes it in so that their tongues can tangle together while Deku strokes his cock just as furiously as he’s violating Katsuki’s mouth.
Katsuki combusts and arches as his release blasts out from his abdomen and his cock begins to spurt over Deku’s hand and the carpet below them. Hitoshi’s fist starts beating inside of him, pummeling his sensitive gland and Katsuki screams into Deku’s mouth as more cum streams from his slit while his balls pulse at the same rate as his heart. Thankfully, Deku releases his dick when the sensitivity has him practically bouncing over his feet and trying to pull away, but the palm around his throat remains firm as Deku pulls back from his lips. Hitoshi slows his fist, but continues to press deep inside him with long sliding strokes, petting over his quivering insides. As Katsuki catches his breath, eyes closed as he leans heavily against Hitoshi, Deku’s hand tightens. “Want to put a pretty fucking collar right here, pet,” Deku rumbles over the sound of Katsuki’s panting. Katsuki’s eyes crack open to see the dangerous smirk tilting his Daddy’s lips in a sinister way.
Hitoshi makes a pleased hum as he slowly draws his fist from Katsuki’s clinging rim. “A nice thick red leather one…” he murmurs in agreement.
Katsuki groans at their words, his dick and hole painfully twitching at the sheer possession radiating off of both of them.
“I want to fill his sloppy little gaping cunt with our cum and shove a nice thick plug up his ass to keep it all inside…” Hitoshi growls and ruts his bare cock over Katsuki’s hole.
“Fuck, yes,” Katsuki whispers, skin tingling as goosebumps break out over all of his bare flesh.
“Yes, what?” The both bark in unison, eerily in sync.
Katsuki gasps and rolls his hips back over Hitoshi’s cock. “Yes, sir. Yes, Daddy,” his sighs out wantonly.
Hitoshi suddenly disappears from Katsuki’s back and Deku releases his throat, making his eyes fly wide at the sudden bereft feeling that swamps him. He almost laughs when he sees Deku, the big bad villain, scrambling to pull his suit jacket off and shucking his pants down to his knees while simultaneously trying to kick his shoes off. When he looks behind him, Hitoshi already has his pants off and is pulling the dress shirt over his head. Katsuki’s mouth drops open at the expanse of intricate dark ink covering the corded muscle that Katsuki would have never guessed was underneath that suit. Hitoshi catches his eye and winks, catching Katsuki openly gawking. “You’re drooling, Kitkat…” he teases in a sly tone that makes Katsuki’s spent cock start to perk up in interest.
He can’t stop staring as Hitoshi prowls towards a long wide chaise lounge in the corner of the room that Katsuki hadn’t noticed before and flops on his back over the soft black material before grabbing his thick flushed cock and giving it a couple of slow enticing strokes. “C’mere, slut,” he purrs and Katsuki feels like he’s pulled on invisible strings until he reaches the side of the lounge. He glances over his shoulder for Deku, but startles to find that the massive mountain of muscle is directly behind him, his monstrous cock swaying heavily between thick thighs.
Katsuki is so caught up in Deku’s amused look that he misses the shuffle of movement behind him. Deku grabs his chin and turns it to the side so that he can see where Hitoshi has moved down on the chaise lounge and has his strong tatted legs pulled upwards against his abdomen. “I told you to come here, slut,” he snarls and beckons with a finger. Katsuki's throat works with a heavy swallow at the sight of Hitoshi’s cock and balls on clear display and already Katsuki has an idea of what he wants as he pulls from Deku’s hold and moves to crawl up onto the chaise next to him. A hand wrapping in his hair stops him.
“Bend over and spread those legs, pet,” Deku commands in a dark voice that sends little zips of anticipation through him. Hitoshi is smirking up at him as Katsuki spreads his feet over the carpet and Deku forces his head down until his chin is hovering just over Hitoshi’s cock. Hitoshi is still fisting his length and Katsuki’s mouth waters with the thought of having it back in his mouth.
“Just a hungry fucking cockwhore, aren’t you Kitkat?” Hitoshi coos as his hand slowly works over his shaft, making precome bead at the tip.
“Yes, sir,” Katsuki grunts and braces his hands on the cushion to ease some of the tension on his scalp. There’s the sound of a click behind him that makes Katsuki jump slightly at the unexpected sound right before cold lube dribbles over his twitching hole.
Hitoshi suddenly drops his cock and reaches down lower to grab his swollen balls and begins squeezing and kneading them. Katsuki licks his lips, remembering Hitoshi’s words from earlier. Deku doesn’t stop him as he lowers his head closer. “Please, sir…”
Hitoshi’s eyes widen at Katsuki’s breathy plea at the same time that Deku’s fist releases his hair. Katsuki bends further over the edge of the lounge and nuzzles up against Hitoshi’s hand where he’s cupping those glorious globes. Slowly, Hitoshi’s hand releases his balls and Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to bury his face against them and inhale deeply. Hitoshi’s scent rides the expressway right to his brain and his dick fills out painfully quickly. Boldly, he licks a broad stripe over the sac and then sucks at the skin with a lewd sound that has twin deep groans echoing around him.
Katsuki takes turns sucking at each globe before dragging his tongue further down to tease at Hitoshi’s taint. He smirks when hands once more reappear in his hair and tug him closer as he worships the sensitive spot. “Fuck, right there, slut…Mmmmm god, yeah. You know exactly what you’re fucking doing,” he praises as Katsuki seals his lips over the spot and sucks. He’s tempted to work lower and see just how much he can get away with. He knows most of Deku’s hot buttons by now, but Hitoshi has given him a whole new playground to explore and he’s eager to see what earns him a prize at the end. Katsuki drags his tongue upwards, letting his saliva freely drool from his mouth, slathering the balls in wetness and then sucking on them with harsh pills.
He has his mouth stuffed with one of the globes when he feels the warm velvety tip of Deku’s cock circle his hole. Katsuki tilts his hips in invitation as he releases the ball from his mouth, not wanting to accidentally bite down. The moment it pops free from his lips, he squeals as Deku notches his cock and impales him with the thick girth that reaches deep into his guts and makes his belly bulge beneath him.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Hitoshi barks and forces Katsuki’s face back against his balls. “Keep fucking sucking on them and don’t you fucking stop until your face is dripping with my cum,” he snarls and Katsuki moans against the wrinkled skin pressing against his nose. “You’re gonna take your Daddy’s thick fucking cock up your tight little ass and keep that fucking mouth busy.”
Katsuki yelps when Deku pulls all the way back and rams back in, forcing Katsuki’s face further into Hitoshi’s groin until his mouth and nose are completely smothered. “Go on, pet, you heard him. Get to fucking work,” Deku commands. “Wanna see cum dripping from those fucking cheeks by the time I stuff your sweet hole with my load.”
Katsuki’s legs tremble as he tries to keep his balance while Deku grabs his waist and starts drilling inside him. Katsuki opens his mouth and sucks…hard, working his face from side to side over the entire sac in between pointing his tongue and teasing Hitoshi’s taint. Just to see what happens, he darts lower and licks a tentative stripe over Hitoshi’s winking hole. He smirks when Hitoshi jolts with a low groan and then two hands suddenly dive into Katsuki’s hair to keep his mouth pinned against puckered skin. “You little fucking tease,” Hitoshi growls, tugging at Katsuki’s strands viciously. The thrusts inside Katsuki turn harder.
“Good boy. Tongue fuck his hole, pet,” Deku grits out. “Get it nice and sloppy…”
Katsuki moans and drags his tongue over the opening over and over like an ice cream cone as he braces his weight on one hand and grabs onto Hitoshi’s dripping balls to roll them between squeezing fingers. “Oh my god,” Hitoshi rasps. “Fuck, baby, keep going.” Katsuki groans and clenches over Deku’s cock just hearing the word ‘baby.’ He buries his tongue deep into Hitoshi’s rapidly softening entrance and squeezes just a little harder over the sac in his palm. He feels rather than sees Hitoshi grab his cock and begin working it with tight fast strokes.
Deku suddenly shifts his angle and Katsuki arches up on his tiptoes with a cry as that thick cock starts to batter against his prostate. His leaking cock drools between his legs and he loses focus on his task as he strains against the hand in his hair and a rattling moan stutters past his lips.
“Don’t you dare cum before us, slut….” Hitoshi groans and yanks against Katsuki’s strands, legs shaking as he struggles to keep them up and open. Katsuki releases his balls and grips the back of both muscular thighs, using his weight to pin them down as he once more drops to alternate between tonguing Hitoshi’s hole and sucking hard against his balls, a new sense of determination filling him at the reminder. Already he can feel his balls starting to draw up tight as Deku pounds against his gland. He smirks around a mouthful when he feels Hitoshi’s balls shift and twitch over his tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Hitoshi curses as his hand flies over his cock. “Gonna cum all over that pretty face, baby,” he growls and yanks Katsuki’s head upwards, forcing him to release the ball in his mouth, drool dripping down his chin. Katsuki closes his eyes just in time as Hitoshi aims his cock and warm thick cum starts to splatter his cheeks and nose. He squeals when Deku begins rutting up into him with violent strokes, brutally hammering his insides as Hitoshi groans and bathes his face with his release.
“Open your fucking mouth!” Deku commands through panting breaths and instantly Katsuki’s jaw drops open. The hands in his hair yank him down and he chokes as Hitoshi’s still spurting cock slides over his tongue and rams into the back of his throat. Katsuki’s brain turns to static as warm cum pumps down his throat, making him gag while Deku rails him with merciless thrusts. His throat helplessly swallows around the obstruction, milking Hitoshi’s cock of its last dregs. Hitoshi stays buried even as Deku’s strokes turn choppy and Katsuki mentally begs him to fill him up.
A heavy grunt is all the warning he gets before Deku plunges deep and he grinds against his ass. “Good fucking boy,” he snarls and Katsuki’s eyes practically roll behind his still closed eyelids as warmth begins to bathe his insides. His body shakes as Deku unloads deep in his guts and Hitoshi’s cock stays planted in his throat. He feels floaty as his body spasms with the need to breathe and he starts bucking instinctually to escape either cock, but is forced to take it from both ends.
Katsuki nearly collapses, his cock kicking and throbbing between his legs, when Hitoshi finally lifts his head and the softening cock drops free from his lips. His deep gurgling inhale turns into a gasp when Deku pulls free of his gaping cum soaked hole, leaving him feeling strangely empty. He whimpers and tries to open his eyes, but immediately closes them again at the burn from the thick cum coating his eyelashes.
“Hang on, baby,” he hears Hitoshi utter in a low voice right before something wet and cool starts to rub over his heated face. “Look so pretty wearing my cum, Kitkat,” Hitoshi murmurs as he gently cleans Katsuki’s face with soothing strokes. Warm hands grip Katsuki’s ass cheeks and begin to knead over the tense muscle.
“Thank you, sir,” Katsuki whispers, throat feeling raw and scratchy.
“Did so well, Kacchan. Our perfect boy…”
“Fuck, Kitkat, never cum so hard in my life…”
Katsuki soaks in the praise as his eyes crack open. Hitoshi is seated right on the edge of the chaise right in front of him and he meets amethyst eyes, unfocused and hazy. “There you are…” Hitoshi coos with a fond look.
Katsuki has never really been a cuddler, but when Deku’s hands release his skin, he automatically wraps his arms around Hitoshi’s neck and shifts to straddle Hitoshi’s lap and tucks his face into his neck as he settles over warm muscular thighs. Hitoshi sucks in a surprised breath at the action, but Katsuki ignores the little voice telling him that this is weird, uncharacteristically craving closeness. His groan is high and raspy when Hitoshi wraps his arms strongly around him and begins to card fingers through his hair while tucking his face down over the back of Katsuki’s neck. Hitoshi starts to murmur sweet nothings into Katsuki’s skin as he shivers, body wound up from the high and his cock drooling between them.
Large familiar hands begin to stroke over Katsuki’s back. “Do you need to cum, pet?” Deku asks, voice low and soothing to Katsuki’s ears.
Katsuki takes several moments to try and comprehend the question through the fog, but the aching throb between his legs gives him his answer.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers needily. Hitoshi’s arms suddenly tighten around him and he wheezes when suddenly Hitoshi leans back and Katsuki falls forward with him until they land against the chaise cushion beneath them.
Hitoshi turns to the side and presses a kiss to Katsuki’s neck. “Such a good little slut…waiting to cum,” he purrs against Katsuki’s skin. Katsuki tries to raise his head to look, but Hitoshi’s palm spans the back of his head and pins it so that Katsuki is huffing humid breaths against Hitoshi’s shoulder.
“Should we give him a choice, Deku?” Hitoshi growls and Katsuki shivers harder, his gaping hole trying to clench on the cool air brushing his insides. His cock kicks where it’s trapped against Hitoshi’s belly.
“I think he’s earned it, don’t you?” Deku responds and Katsuki sucks in a breath when cool liquid suddenly drips over his hole and a couple of fingers press past his loose rim to smear it over his exposed walls.
Hitoshi hums a sound of agreement and nips against Katsuki’s skin. “I think we should reward our little slut,” he grits out and a breathy moan falls from Katsuki’s mouth when more fingers begin petting inside his hole languidly, lessening the empty feeling. Hitoshi’s hand suddenly slides down from the back of Katsuki’s neck and joins the other as they stroke down his sides. When they reach his ass, his cheeks are gripped and spread slowly. Deku’s fingers suddenly dive deeper and Katsuki jolts as they curl into his gland and press firmly over it.
Hitoshi nips and sucks on the lobe of Katsuki’s ear. “Want my little slut to scream and cream for us,” he growls quietly between light bites over Katsuki’s neck. “So, you’re gonna pick, baby…” Katsuki trembles and clenches down as the words make his ears and skin buzz in anticipation. “Should I hold you down while Daddy fists your loose little cunt until you squeal for us…?”
“Fuck,” Katsuki mutters breathlessly, quivering with the obscene thought. His cock twitches and spurts with precome, knowing that Deku would work him hard and fast, thick arm buried so deep that Katsuki’s hole will gape for days.
“Mmmmm, he liked that idea…” Deku purrs knowingly and twists his hand to cone his thumb inward and teases Katsuki’s rim with the threat of sinking inside. Katsuki whines as knuckles grind over his opening and he so badly wants to rock backwards to sink it inside, but Hitoshi’s hold over his ass prevents him from moving.
“So impatient…” Hitoshi chides teasingly and gives Katsuki’s cheeks a hard squeeze. “Don’t you want to hear the other option, Kitkat?”
“What’s the other option, sir?” Katsuki gasps as Deku starts to push inside and distracts him from the conversation. He squirms as his rim is stretched over Deku’s knuckles and his breaths are wild where his head is still tucked in the crook of Hitoshi’s shoulder.
Hitoshi chuckles meanly and Katsuki shudders at the sound. “Or…we can double stuff that sweet hole with both of our cocks and make that belly bulge with cum…”
Katsuki groans at the very idea of having both cocks stuffed inside him and clenches tightly over Deku’s hand. Both ideas have him trying to shift his hips to relieve some of the pressure over his trapped and swollen cock. At this rate, they won’t have to do a damn thing to have him screaming with an orgasm.
He yelps when Deku pulls his hand backwards, dragging it through the absurd amount of lube coating Katsuki’s hole and then thrusts it forward, sinking the whole thing past Katsuki’s feeble resistance and plunging deep. Katsuki writhes and pants at the pressure bowing his walls over Deku’s beefy hand. “Oh my fucking god,” he whimpers as sweat begins to drip down his forehead and his body quakes over Hitoshi.
“Hmmmm…sounds like you need both, greedy slut,” Hitoshi snarls, digging his fingers into Katsuki’s flesh. Katsuki can’t even respond when Deku yanks his hand out with a wet squelch before driving it back in. He twists his hand so that his knuckles drag over Katsuki’s sweet spot and Katsuki can’t stop the howl that escapes him.
“He definitely needs both,” Deku grits out and starts working his hand in and out of Katsuki’s hole. “Need to spoil our baby rotten, Tosh…work his little hole so hard that he can’t walk away from us…”
Katsuki moans when Hitoshi’s teeth latch hard onto his skin and begins to suck a dark mark into the surface while Deku starts to fist him hard and fast. Already his balls are pulsing with the need to cum and he starts babbling as his spot is abused.
“You’re fucking ours now, baby,” Hitoshi groans into Katsuki’s hair. “Beg, little slut. Beg Daddy to fist you harder…”
Katsuki huffs harsh breaths and his head spins with the erotic command. Being shared between these two is like being sucked into a black hole, stealing his breath and sense of reason simultaneously. He wants it to never end… “D-d-Daddy, please!” He stutters out, voice cutting out from the earlier abuse on his throat. “Fist me harder!” he gasps.
He can practically feel Hitoshi’s grin against his head.
“Of course, baby boy,” Deku rumbles and Katsuki jolts over Hitoshi as Deku’s fist starts ramming deep within him, his rim almost painfully stretched over a thick forearm.
“Fuck!” Katsuki screams and his head flies upward, hands pulling from beneath Hitoshi’s neck as he braces them on the cushion to either side of Hitoshi’s head while his hole is squelching lewdly and his prostate is tortured. A hand suddenly wraps around his throat and squeezes.
“Give it to us, little slut,” Hitoshi demands harshly, squeezing the sides of Katsuki’s neck and making him lightheaded. He bucks back onto Deku’s fist as the tension in his belly coils tight and his balls draw up painfully.
“Please, can I cum?” he finds himself pleading as tears start to roll down his cheeks. He’s about to blow and doesn’t think he could stop it if he tried, but some part of him seeks permission from the two men with complete control over him. “Please, please, please…” he sobs as his cock bobs against his belly with each one of Deku’s thrusts.
“Cum for us,” the two men command at the same time and Katsuki screams as his back bows and his neck strains under Hitoshi’s palm…his cock jerking wildly as thick white cream sprays in arcs over Hitoshi’s abs. His ears pound as he clenches his eyes closed, overwhelmed with the electric sensations ricocheting through him and his insides spasm at the shock of overstimulation that bolts over his nerves.
An animalistic sound leaves him when Deku drags his fist out of his tunnel with a wet sucking sound and he feels his rim flutter over the air as it leaves him. His breaths gust out of him as he shakily collapses back over the top of Hitoshi. The hands on his ass release their death grip on his cheeks and stroke almost lovingly over the bruises left behind.
Katsuki doesn’t even register when Hitoshi wiggles a hand between them, so caught up in his vortex of dizzy fleeting thoughts. His nails dig into the comforter when Hitoshi forces him upwards by a hand on his chest and suddenly a thick cock is pressing into his sloppy wet hole before he’s tugged back down against a sweat-slicked chest. Hitoshi pets over the back of his head and makes a shushing noise when Katsuki whines as he clenches over Hitoshi’s length. That whine stems into a mewl when another thick cock head suddenly bullies inside and both men groan gutturally as they sink into Katsuki together.
He feels like he can’t breathe with his hole crammed full of cock and all of his nerves lit up with sensitivity.
“You’re okay, pet…just breathe,” Deku soothes as he leans over Katsuki and his cock slides just a bit deeper, making Katsuki flinch and whimper. “It’s gonna feel so good, Kacchan. Taking us so well…”
Hitoshi nuzzles against Katsuki’s wet cheek as they both start to move in slow alternating thrusts, making Katsuki sigh as they drag through his walls. “Perfect, baby. So hot and tight around us,” Hitoshi murmurs. Katsuki’s eyes are closed, but he sinks into the comfort of the praise, letting it smooth over the sharp feeling below. He doesn’t even open them when his chin is tilted to the side and firm lips meet his. He responds eagerly as they languidly move over his, mixing in light little pecks between long presses. When Hitoshi’s licks over his bottom lip, Katsuki parts his lips, welcoming the tongue that thrusts inside and tangles with his while they share breath between them. More light kisses are pressed over the backs of Katsuki’s shoulder blades and his skin twitches under each one.
Deku groans from behind when Katsuki clenches down, caught up in the slow haze rolling him up in the cocoon formed between the three of them. Hitoshi sighs into Katsuki’s mouth, “Fuck, baby. Tighten up just like that, milk our fucking cocks…”
Katsuki grunts when Hitoshi shifts beneath him, planting his feet more firmly on the floor and starts thrusting his hips up, rocking his cock into Katsuki a little faster. Deku must get the memo because he speeds up to match it. Katsuki’s lashes flutter as they both rock into him with intoxicating thrusts. Lips capture his again and he’s helpless as Hitoshi devours his mouth with sharp nips and an insistent tongue. Already, he can feel the pressure inside him building once more…
“Fuck, I’m close…” Deku mutters after only a few minutes and starts to thrust a little harder, making Katsuki shiver and moan.
“Me too,” Hitoshi growls against Katsuki’s lips while wrapping a hand back in his hair as he starts to rut up into Katsuki with harsh strokes that make both of the men above him groan.
“Pleeeeeeease…” Katsuki whines as his orgasm reaches the precipice and he’s prepared to tumble over the edge as both villains start fucking him so hard that he squirms over their cocks. When he falls into his release, he convulses and wails at the shockwave blowing through him. Hitoshi’s hand tightens in his hair, keeping him pinned as they rut into his used and spasming hole with vicious uneven strokes.
Katsuki sobs when warmth begins to flood his insides and a chorus of pleasured grunts bounce in his ears. “Fuck, so good, pet,” Deku groans and his hips flick forward in short sharp jabs, trying to work his cum deeper while Hitoshi moans as his cock is worked in the process.
“Could live in this fucking hole,” Hitoshi grunts and rolls his hips upward with slow grinds that have Katsuki trembling and sucking in wet breaths.
Katsuki’s body twitches with aftershocks as the movements eventually roll to a stop and both men still inside him. He huffs against Hitoshi’s neck, brain blissfully blank and body boneless as all of his muscles go limp with exhaustion. His eyelids are heavy, lashes resting over his cheek as he catches his breath. Large warm hands wander aimlessly over his skin and he hums in pleasure as they rub over aching muscles.
When they pull out one at a time, Katsuki shudders as cum immediately gushes from his hole and drips down over his taint.
“Fuck…” Deku suddenly mutters and there’s a shuffle behind Katsuki. He sucks in a shuddery breath when cool metal presses against his hole as Deku pushes the plug back inside him. “There we go…” he murmurs when it slips easily into Katsuki’s messy hole.
Hitoshi presses his lips just behind Katsuki’s ear and rubs his hands down over his lower back in an almost worshipful manner. “Gonna take you home, pretty little Kitkat. We’re gonna take you home and keep you…give you everything you could ever ask for. Say it again for us…”
Katsuki cracks his sleepy eyes open in exhausted confusion. “Say what again?” he croaks quietly and nuzzles against Hitoshi’s neck. He’ll say anything his men want to hear just as long as he gets to stay right between them where he belongs.
“Say you’re ours…” Deku murmurs and Katsuki leans up into the touch when Deku strokes through his hair.
Katsuki hums with a small soft smile of satisfaction. “All yours,” he whispers.
“Good boy,” they murmur in unison and Katsuki succumbs to the exhaustion in his limbs even as his body is shifted and then lifted into strong arms. He doesn’t know which one of them is carrying him, but it doesn’t really matter when they both feel like home.