It started with a wrong text. So simple and so innocent on so many levels. A wrong text intended for someone that definitely wasn't Katsuki. In any other case, it probably wouldn’t have been all that big of a deal.
If it hadn't been for the contents of that particular text.
It was seared into his brain forever. That sultry picture of flushed freckled cheeks stretched out on the sheets of a futon. One hand above his head, clutching a pillow and the other resting atop his well decorated chest. His eyes were rolled back into his skull, his face and body flushed. His mouth hung open in what had probably been heavy pants with drool running down his chin as if he'd completely lost control of his jawbone.
But that wasn't what caught Katsuki’s attention in the image, or what gave the worst boner of his life.
No, that was because below, right there in plain sight were Deku's exposed nethers. His spent cocklett still weeping a string of sterile come while a hand, thin, pale and fingers long, stretched his pussy lips far apart so you could clearly see his fucked cunt and the massive amounts of semen dripping out of it.
It definitely wasn't meant for him. Which was made even more obvious by the message underneath.
[Icyhot]
You say that even though you looked like my own personal cocksleeve last night?
Don't pretend to be innocent or I'll make sure you choke on my cock on Aizawa's desk tomorrow during lunch
All Katsuki could do was stare, wide eyed and absolutely stunned at what he'd just read. Especially accompanied by that particular photo and considering the person who'd sent it.
Todoroki Shouto.
The, quote on quote, hot guy of Class A. The Prince of the school and every girls wet dream. Who also happened to have the social skills of a goddamn door. Katsuki had seen a cute chick, not particularly busty but with some wide hips that any straight guy would want to bounce on their cock any day, walk up to Todoroki, chest pushed together and quite clearly insinuated she wanted to cram his dick so far down her throat she was kissing his pubes. It didn't seem to come across to Todoroki who had recommended a brand of painkillers and throat medication.
This was the guy who didn't seem to understand sexual interactions in any way, shape or form. When the discussion came up, he didn't seem particularly interested. When Mineta had straight out asked if he even masturbated, the bastard had just tilted his head and shrugged, giving a simple, "If I'm erect, I just take care of it and go to bed."
Not exactly the kind of guy you'd expect to send lewd text and sultry threats. Not the kind of guy you'd see having any kind of rough sex or who would be bold enough to take a picture of someone's exposed and fucked cunt and then send it to them as either blackmail or a sick form of sexting.
Before Katsuki could even think to reply, fingers hovering over the keyboard as his eyes zeroed in on that weeping hole, his phone pinged. But he was too focused on that picture to drag his eyes down to read the new text just yet.
Those lips were puffy and red. There was a bite right next to his plump outer lip, so close to the base of his dick. Below that, his asshole was covered in come, slicked and inviting. Untouched, but somehow still red and puffy. Maybe not untouched after all? Had he been fingered? Definitely not fucked since the ring of muscles were too tight for that.
The urge to lick the hole clean came over him like a desire he'd never felt before. He wanted to reach through the screen and grab ahold of those peachy thighs, push them apart and hold them steady over his shoulders as he ate him out. Licked up all of Todoroki's spent seed so he could replace it with his own.
He wanted to replace it with his own, he realized. He wanted to push Deku's red pussy apart and tear into him like his own personal feast.
He could feel those crooked fingers tangle with his own as he held them down on the sheets while Deku's feet bounced around Katsuki’s ears. Could imagine the way his pussy clenched tight around his cock, milking each drop of his come while Katsuki fucked him straight into oblivion.
It shouldn't be like an ice cold bucket of water down his back. He already knew he had a thing for that small greenette. Even back when they'd been kids, he knew that there was something off about his feelings for Deku. It wasn't normal to want to see him cry and whimper in pain just so Katsuki could then give him just enough comfort so that Deku would cling to him.
He realized his emotions properly when he presented in middle school. Throughout his whole rut, he imagined pining that stupid ass Nerd down and breeding him into a heat. One of the far too vivid fantasies was taking him straight there in their classroom. Just throw him over the desk and tear him apart in front of all their classmates and teacher. Who would care anyway? Alphas fucked omegas all of the time, wherever and whenever.
In a sick way, at the time, he even wanted that quirkless Nerd to scream for help and then realize just how helpless he really was underneath Katsuki. Nothing more than a whole for him to breed full of pups. He was born to have his legs spread open by an Alpha’s hungry desire.
Which was exactly what had happened, too.
But it hadn't been Katsuki who'd taught him what an alpha’s cock tasted like. It was him who got the chance to see Deku's spent face and weeping cunt for the first time. Someone else had gotten that chance before Katsuki had even gotten the balls to consider throwing the Nerd onto his bed and breeding him till the end of the semester.
The one taking that picture wasn't him.
He looked down on the texts and read the third one that had just popped up. It was Todoroki again and it was short, and far too unbothered for Katsuki's liking.
[Icyhot]
Sorry. Wrong number.
Fucking wrong number?! Yeah, fucking wrong number! Why the fuck was Todoroi even taking pictures like this, or even sending them in the first place?
[Bakugou]
No shit!!
What the fuck, you half-and-half?! Why do you even have that?
Todoroki was typing before erasing whatever he wrote. Then he was writing again and the message that popped up, it made Bakugou's blood run cold and a rage to flare up near uncontrollably.
[Icyhot]
Doesn't concern you
And the conversation ended there. Simple as that. An honest mistake that had made Katsuki ruin his boxers with how his cock was leaking precome. He considered asking for a better explanation, but decided against it. What other explanation was there than Deku and the Icyhot bastard getting it on in their spare time.
It was none of his business.
Nothing he should give a crap about whatsoever.
And yet…
He looked down on the picture, hand clutching the phone tight. He didn’t even realize he’d saved it until the small notification popped up at the bottom and he realized what he’d done. Katsuki immediately went into his gallery, found the image and fully intended to delete it when he stopped. His thumb howered over the small trashcan icon as he once again took in the picture before him and the glory it held within its many pixels.
Katsuki swallowed, his thumb retreating from the screen so he could see what his finger had previously been covering. Namely, Deku’s nether region. His leaking and used pussy gaping at Katsuki from the screen like an open invite.
His hand fell to the front of his boxers and he cupped his hardened cock tight through the cloth. All he had to do was grasp at it and brush his thumb over the still clad tip for there to be a dark spot to appear on the dark fabric.
“Fuck,” he growled to himself, cupping and squeezing and palming himself until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his erection out of his boxers and wrapped his sweaty hand around it. The strong scent of caramel filled the room
His eyes were locked on Deku as he pumped away. Locked on the beautiful picture before him that gave him so much information, yet so very little. There was so much that he wanted to know, so much that he needed the information off. Like how deep could Deku take a cock? Could he take all of Todoroki or was his pussy too short for that? Was he tight, was he lose, was he just right? Would he squeeze down with his tight little walls desperately while arching his back and fisting the sheets in desperation?
With an angry roar, he'd clutched his phone in his hand as he rolled onto his hands and knees. He kept his gaze locked on the picture on his phone as his hand had pumped his cock desperately, squeezing tight and pretending it was Deku's cunt he was thrusting into. When he came, it was more violent than ever before and he stared down, horrified and confused as he brought his soiled hand to his face.
The following days didn't get any better. Each time he saw Deku, innocently smiling and talking with the rest, all he saw was his come-filled cunt. He danced around the hallways and the common room as if nothing was wrong. As if Katsuki didn’t know exactly what he’d been doing two nights ago. As if he didn’t have a perfectly detailed picture of what his used hole looked like on his phone. And the worst of it all? He caught Todoroki looking at him far too often, burning his heterochromatic gaze into the back of his neck, catching him staring and knowingly smirking at him when no one was watching.
It pissed him off to no fucking end.
And he didn’t know what angered him more. The fact that Todoroki was so smug about the whole goddamn thing, or if it was because it hadn’t been Katsuki.
As he stored the gym equipment away in the storage after class, he growled to himself. He mumbled insults left and right, claws drawn and the image still burned into his retinas. He’d had to escape to the bathroom twice already to jack off because Deku wouldn’t even realize that he couldn’t fucking lean over a table like that! His ass was right in Katsuki’s face. Had Todoroki not told him what fucking happened? Or how he would push up against Katsuki during their sparring match, unknowingly rubbing against him with parts that he definitely shouldn’t. Katsuki knew just how plump those bottom parts looked and the alpha in him wasn’t bothered one bit by their classmates surrounding them. He wanted to rip that costume off of him and tear into his ever so fuckable cunt while gripping his asscheeks so tight he’d leave permanent marks behind.
The far too alluring scent of marshmallows and frost filled his nostrils and he turned around to see Todoroki standing in the doorway to the storage, relaxed and with his hands in his pockets. He tilted his head and his bangs moved with it, framing his face. His hair was still up in that ridiculous ponytail that someone was going to yank on one of these days.
"The fuck do you want?" Katsuki growled, baring his teeth.
"Did you jack off to it?"
The question was spoken so straightforward that Katsuki had to stop to process the words for at least two seconds. Todoroki’s expression didn’t even change. Barely even a twitch in his eyebrow as he looked at Katsuki, his gaze moving up and down his body as if he was searching for some kind of evidence.
"What?" was the smartest thing Katsuki managed to say, which he mentally slapped himself for.
"The picture I sent you," Todoroki clarified, still as stoic as ever.
Katsuki growled even deeper. "How the fuck did you get him to agree to that?"
"I asked," Todoroki answered with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “He didn’t mind much. He was too out of it to realize, I think.”
"Like fuck I'll believe that!" Katsuki snarled, pushing the last piece of equipment into its place far too roughly. “Did he even see the picture you took?”
“Of course he did,” Todoroki said, eyebrows rising on his forehead as if the question had been stupid. “I sent it to him after I sent it to you.”
“And the fuck was that shit you were talking about?” Katsuki asked, coming over but stopped a few feet away. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned his head away to pretend like he wasn’t as bothered by this as he was. He still glared at the Icyhot bastard from the corner of his eye. “About Aizawa’s desk?”
Todoroki tilted his head and the smallest hint of a smirk took to his lips. “Oh, that,” he said simply. His shoulders rose slightly before he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it and swiped across the screen before he turned it around so Katsuki could see what was on his screen, and it made his balls drop and his dick throb to life in his boxers. “He’s got the perfect face for sucking cock.”
The picture was angled down, right onto Deku’s face. Behind him was the desk in their homeroom and it was clear that Todoroki was sitting in the teacher’s chair. He had his legs spread far apart and his pants down by his ankles while Deku had his hands on his bare thighs. His mouth was pulled taut and his cheeks were full. His eyes had fallen into a tired, lidded look that was complemented by the tears in his eyes. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he was enjoying himself despite the fat cock he had stuffed down his throat.
“His freckles make it even better,” Todoroki said, turning the phone around so he could look at it himself. His lip moved upwards, the grin not hidden anymore as he ran his thumb over what was probably Deku’s cheek. “You should have seen him afterwards. I came all over his face. I don’t think he liked it, though.”
“Of fucking course, he didn’t like it!” Katsuki rolled his eyes and scoffed, pretending like he hadn’t stored all of the information he’d just learned away for masturbation material later. “Who would like getting jizzed on?”
“He likes it better when I force it down his throat instead,” Todoroki finished the second Katsuki had shut his mouth. His eyes widened in its place as Todoroki looked up through his bangs. “You’d never believe how much of a cumslut he is.”
Katsuki was at a loss for words. For once, he didn’t know what to say to anything he’d just been told or shown. Because what the fuck was he supposed to say to any of this? He’d never even imagined that Deku would be having sex with anyone. He knew the nerd was an omega but he didn’t have the kind of aura around him that spoke of someone that would ever have sex. He was too innocent for that. Too naive and childlike and baby faced and...
Yet, Todoroki had the clear, obvious proof that Deku was indeed getting down and dirty. Even going so far as to give someone a blowjob in their classroom during school hours.
It completely shattered his entire view of his childhood friend and replaced it with one he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Of a Deku that was actually more promiscuous than he made himself out to be.
Had he always been like this and Katsuki had just never even realized?
Had he been getting around with other alphas before Todoroki and he’d just been too sneaky about it for anyone to notice?
Was he that good at keeping secrets?
“Sorry for taking up your time,” Todoroki then said with a shrug as he put his phone back down in his pocket. “Just wanted to make sure… You’re still an alpha, after all.”
Then he turned around and left, leaving Katsuki behind with a boner the asshole had seen but just completely ignored.
You’d think it would stop after that. Sending one lewd picture of your boyfriend to the wrong guy on a one time occasion, that was one thing. Sending a second one, maybe you needed to reorganzie your phone contacts. But when it became a third time? Well, there was no damn way that it wasn’t on fucking purpose.
The photos continued. So many that Katsuki had to start sorting through them into a locked folder to keep them out of his main gallery. Pictures taken of Deku in all kinds of positions and situations. One was on Todoroki’s futon and another one on Deku’s bed. Those were good, but generally boring positions that Katsuki was sure he could do better. But it was after those two where things started getting nasty. The third one had been taken straight into a mirror with Deku pushed up against the glass, with two of Todoroki’s fingers in his mouth as he was fucked right down in their shared bathroom. Katsuki later found the exact same spot, because there was a small burnt patch right where Todoroki’s left foot would have been near the wall.
He could live with that one. So they wanted to fuck in the baths? Who was he to stop them from experimenting. He didn’t give a crap about what they did.
That was until he got one that was most definitely taken down in the kitchen. Deku covered in whipped cream and come. Or, he thought it was whipped cream, at least. There was a can next to him, but a lot of it was too drippy and milky. Right out there in the open. Fucked on the kitchen isle with his legs up and pussy full of cock that belonged to no other than Todoroki from the look of those pubes. Deku was even smiling tiredly at the camera, hands up in two peace signs that he figured Todoroki had asked him to make. Fucking idiot had no idea the bastard was sharing them with him, did he?
He hated to admit it, but it was all material he would masturbate to when he locked himself away in his room, in the shower, in the bathroom stalls at school. Whenever he had privacy and pitched a tent, he pulled out his phone and took out one of the photos and pumped one out, moaning Deku’s disgusting name like it meant something. It made it all worse when he found the exact same toilet stall that the two of them had taken one particular picture in and he came all over the inside of the stall door like he was expecting to shoot it all up Deku’s cunt.
But it hadn’t been his cunt in that image. The hole stretched had been his ass. The rim stretched and irritated and red. There had been a trickle of semen when the first picture was taken only for it to be plugged up in the next by a very sizable buttplug that had to be the size of half a fist. The thing was fucking huge.
He knew the exact day it was taken, too, because he’d gotten it in the middle of lunch. Todoroki had smirked at him when the two of them had walked into the classroom after the bell rang and Deku had sat down behind him as if nothing was fucking wrong. As if he didn’t have come sploshing around up his ass or like he was being fucked by a buttplug every time he sat down.
When he’d turned around to give the nerd a raised eyebrow, he just smiled at him like usual.
Fucking no clue. Damn idiot.
But then, one day, out of the fucking blue, there was a video.
And it sent him spiralling.
It was first person, so Todoroki was filming it as it was happening. The footage was shaky at best but from the up to date phone Todoroki owned, the quality was still as good as ever. One of his slim hands was holding tight onto Deku's hip while he thrust what had to be a fucking huge cock into him from behind. When he pulled out, Katsuki saw the shaft and the veins and comparing it to the size of Deku’s hips—man was fucking huge below the belt. Meanwhile Deku was screaming bloody murder as he stuffed his face into the sheets and pushed his ass up to meet with Todoroki’s thrusts, but he was also screaming for more. What made Katsuki come in his pants, untouched and like a prepubescent boy, though, was what Todoroki said just a second before the video ended, spoken in a voice that Katsuki didn't even know he was capable of.
"Do you like that?"
Deku was answering desperately, shouting yes and please and he wanted more over and over, but Katsuki knew better. The question wasn't directed at Deku.
It was for Katsuki.
The film had been taken deliberately to be sent to him.
It became a regular thing. Getting lewd pictures and videos of Deku in any and all kinds of positions. Sometimes they were shot in first person and other times the camera, or phone Todoroki was recording it on, sat on some ledge or tripod somewhere in the room and filmed them going at it for hours. It let Katsuki see some more than when Todoroki was holding the camera, and it gave Todoroki the freedom to do whatever he wanted.
And damn, if the man didn’t fucking take it.
Katsuki learned more about Deku and Todoroki from that homemade pornography than he did from ever having a conversation with either of them.
Like how Todoroki had a Daddy-kink and maybe even a tiny thing for pet play considering how often he liked to call Deku his little pup or puppy. The fact that no one had heard Deku scream “ More Daddy! ” or “ Harder Daddy! Please, I want it deeper! ” was a fucking mystery for Katsuki, and he was starting to wonder if Todoroki’s room was some kind of blackhole or miracle box. Had he somehow managed to soundproof the place while doing his renovations to get that traditional style he prefered?
Either way, now his dreams were filled with Deku in lewd positions, wearing sultry lingerie that guys definitely weren't intended to wear and asking Katsuki for Daddy’s fat cock to plough deep into his wet puppy pussy.
Needless to say, it definitely wasn’t helping his sleep any because he kept waking up with ruined boxers or boners that were painful enough that he hissed the second he wrapped his hand around his hard cock.
At that point, it was getting to him. It had been months of this sick torture, and yet, Katsuki couldn’t help but not want it to end. At the same time, he knew that he was boiling over. The alpha in him was growing stronger and stronger and raging each time he watched Todoroki plunge his knot deep into Deku’s fucked cunt and filled him up with his seed until Deku’s stomach bulged outwards to the point where he nearly looked pregnant.
Katsuki wanted to do that. He wanted to be the reason for why Deku looked like that, and he wanted Deku to beg and plead for him to fucking breed him full of pups.
God, he wanted to fuck the stupid nerd more than ever before.
So when Katsuki got a ping on his phone while away on his work studies in Tokyo, he just groaned. He'd just exited out of the shower after a long day of patrols and minor Villains, and now he knew he would need to go right back into the shower if he so much as thought about opening up the last text.
Which he did.
And he regretted it instantly.
There wasn't a picture in the text and no video this time. Instead there was a link. A single spare link that Katsuki pressed without hesitation. It took him to a locked chatroom that he needed to wait for access to be allowed in. He sat waiting for three seconds before a small window popped up saying Icyhot invited you in a small bubble before he was lead to what looked like something similar to a zoom call or a skype meeting but with only one big screen and a small chat box at the side. He didn't have access to use the camera or the audio or even the chat itself. He did have access to watch the video happening in real time before him, though.
His cock throbbed underneath his towel as he watched Deku lay tied up on the bed, arms above his head in an intricate knot and ankles tied to the bedpost. There was something sticking out of his cunt, something vibrating quite violently which made him mewl and moan and thrash his hips around. Slick and precome was leaking down his folds and asscheeks. Right down onto Katsuki’s bedsheets.
The camera moved angles, giving a better view of Deku's loins and he realized that the vibrator wasn’t sticking out of his cunt, but his asshole. His cunt was weeping alone and untouched and twitching.
Katsuki wanted to bury his cock deep inside of it. Fill it up like it so fucking deserved and make Deku his bitch.
"He's so pretty, isn't he?" Todoroki spoke behind the camera. The view shifted around, as if on a boat as he kept adjusting the angle. "I just want you to know before I fuck his cunt full of my come right here on your bed and make you watch, that this was his idea."
There was a loud gasp from the bed. Deku arched his back and the vibrator picked up speed. "I didn't think you were actually gonna do it!"
"Why not? Let's give Kacchan something to look forward to when he comes back," Todoroki said. He seemed to be happy with the camera angle because he stepped into view and climbed onto the bed. He was nude and his cock was bouncing with each step, so thick and massive that it was weighed down by its own mass. Fucking hell, how was he supposed to compete with that? Then Todoroki turned to the camera with a smirk that made Katsuki want to punch him straight in his perfect jawline. "Wouldn't that be nice? A big puddle of your delicious pussy juice for him to lick up as he jacks of all alone to the thought of me fucking owning your cunt."
If someone had come up to him before this whole picture ordeal had started and told him that Todoroki was a fucking nasty ass dirty talker in the bedroom, he would have laughed at them. He would have pointed at the half-hot, half-cold teen and asked them if they were talking about the same guy, because Todoroki didn’t even know most of the innuendos people threw at him half the time. Was he really supposed to believe that that same oblivious idiot was a filthy speaker, but also that he even knew any other sex position that wasn’t missionary?
Katsuki would have never believed it if it wasn’t for the fact that the proof was right in front of him.
Todoroki ran his hand over Deku’s weeping and twitching folds before plunging two fingers inside without hesitation. The snap of his fingers were brutal and Deku threw his head back with a loud cry at the sudden intrusion.
“I bet the others are sad we didn’t join them,” Todoroki said with a sigh, his fingers fucking in and out of Deku betraying his unmoving expression. “But this is so much better than going to the movie theater, isn’t it, pup?”
There was a whine and a whimper, and when Deku didn’t answer in time, Todoroki smacked his ass hard enough for the fat to wiggle.
“Yes!” Deku exclaimed. “This is better!”
“Though, I bet Kacchan would have loved a video of me fucking you right there with our classmates. So oblivious to the fact that you’re cunts eating my cock right there around them,” Todoroki said with a purr before he turned to the camera with a glint in his eyes. “Like the other day when he asked if you had a stomach ache.”
Katsuki’s stomach spiked like someone had punched him in the gut. The memory flashing back like they said your life would at the time of death. Of the dark of the common room as everyone rewatched some old american film from before most of them were born. Deku had been sitting in Todoroki’s lap and the girls had gushed over how cute they were being. Katsuki had been sitting right next to them and he’d heard some odd noises from Deku more than once.
He’d just assumed he was getting a fingering below that blanket he had draped over his lap. The fact that he’d been cockwarming Todoroki right there in front of their classmates…
There was now an obvious tent pitched under the towel and he growled in defeat. He ripped it off and sat down on the bed, phone before him and his other hand slowly pumping up and down his cock. Might as well get himself off if they were so intent on giving him a show.
“Almost forgot to mention,” Todoroki said with a jolt at the same time as he pushed a two more fingers inside of Deku’s weeping bottom lips. There was a loud cry as four fingers scissored him open repeatedly as Todoroki once more turned to the camera. What he said next made Katsuki’s breath hitch. “This is happening live.”
Precome dripped onto the floor and his hand stilled. His shoulders shook and his balls clenched as he looked down at the phone.
They were in his bedroom rigth now. In this very second, about to fuck on his bed. While he was sitting here in some poor room in hotel in Best Jeanist’s agency when he could be so close to finally tasting Deku’s pussy after so many months of teasing and blue balling.
They were in his fucking room!
“Don’t you regret not being here?” Todoroki snorted with a twitch of his lip as he pulled his fingers out of Deku.
There was a desperate whine, and Katsuki could see through the screen how he was clenching down around nothing. “Daddy, no,” he whimpered. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”
“Relax, my little pup,” Todoroki whispered soothingly, rubbing his ass cheek with what was probably supposed to be comforting. “I’ll fill you right up.”
Katsuki jolted as he watched Todoroki guide the tip of his beast of a cock to Deku's weeping cunt. Deku's breathing picked up and he threw his head back while chanting a repeated row of, "Oh, my God"'s. Katsuki’s own hand gripped his own cock so tight that it hurt. His quirk made it wet and slippery as sweat slicked up his palms.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Shouto! Shouto! It's still inside. You forgot—it’s still inside!"
His words were cut off by a loud snap of a belt—Katsuki’s fucking belt—across the back of Deku's thighs. The impact let out a scream that made Katsuki's core tighten into a burning knot of something raw and primal. The peachy skin turned bright red very quickly.
It shouldn't surprise him. Deku would always bruise easily. It was something he'd liked about him.
"I don't remember giving you permission to use my name," Todoroki growled with a hungry smirk that looked so off on his face. He almost looked like that sick twisted brother of his. "Good pups don't use their Daddy's name, do they?"
Deku shook his head. "No. No, I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, pup. What was it you were trying to say?" Todoroki asked, rubbing a cold and steaming hand over the bruised thighs making Deku whimper.
"You… you forgot the—" Deku swallowed hard before he continued. "You forgot the vi-vibrator."
"Who said I forgot anything, pup?" Todoroki said, not hesitating to lead his cock right back to Deku's pink bottom lips. He pushed inside without a word which made Deku throw his head back with a scream.
"Oh, my God! Daddy, wait!" he cried. "I can't! I can't! I can't! It's too much, I can't!"
"Of course, you can," Todoroki purred, slipping more and more inside at a very slow phase. Probably to not cause any damage with the fact that that vibrator was still inside of Deku’s ass, going off like crazy.
Fucking hell, that looked like a fever dream of a good time.
Katsuki wanted to know what that felt like. Wanted to know if Todoroki could feel the vibrations through his dick as he pushed inside. If it made it tighter to have something stuffed up Deku’s ass as he claimed his pussy.
"You can take Daddy’s cock, too, pup. Don’t you want to take both of us? Wasn’t that what you told me?" Todoroki asked, finally settling all the way inside and pushing the vibrator further in with a hand snaked around Deku’s hip. He took hold of a remote to the side and turned a switch. The vibrations turned off. "I doubt he vibrates, so we don't need that."
It was at that moment, when Todoroki started fiddling with something below both of their bodies, that Katsuki took note of the odd belt he had strapped around him. Not particularly odd that it stood out, but it definitely looked like it was once a jockstrap. Todoroki’s face hardened as he worked with his fingers before there was a click and a grin took to his face. When he leaned back, pulling out, the vibrator followed. He angled his body around to show the camera and Katsuki’s hand picked up speed.
Todoroki was wearing what was definitely supposed to be a male strap on. It went around his hips to settle with a sort of eight cornered square right below his dick and above his balls. The vibrator had clicked into place against it and was now following every move Todoroki made with his hips.
“ Kacchan ,” Todoroki purred, rubbing at the base of his cock and then tapping the black vibrator underneath his own. “I want you to pretend this one’s you, and I want you to come all over your phone knowing you could have been here. I wouldn’t even have needed to use a dildo on him if you were.”
Then without another word, he snapped his hips flush against Deku’s and sent the omega screaming to the high heavens as Todoroki fucked into both of his holes without abandon. He changed his position a bit but when he settled he didn’t stop. It was like he’d been put on repeat, going over the same motion over and over, even when Deku came all over his stomach screaming for his Daddy did he stop.
“Fuck, I love it when you scream for me, pup,” Todoroki groaned, leaning forward to bite at Deku’s ankle. He licked over the bite before he said with his eyes staring right into the camera, “But don’t you think you should be screaming for someone else, too? We shouldn’t exclude, pup.” He snapped his hips again and growled out, “Scream, Puppy. Fucking scream.”
And the name that Deku screamed as Todoroki continued to overstimulate both of his probably sore holes, wasn’t Daddy. It wasn’t Todoroki or even Shouto. No, it was for Katsuki. The stupid nickname Deku had given him when they’d been kids, Kacchan, fell from his lips over and over in a row of lewd pleading and begging. Begging that Katsuki had only heard in his dreams but that were now being heard through his phone’s speaker. Screamed while he was being fucked by Todoroki’s cock and by a dildo. A dildo he probably pretended was Katsuki’s own cock.
If he’d been at the dorms right now, he would’ve been able to DP Deku right now on his bed while he was tied up for the pleasure of his alpha, or alphas —whatever, he didn’t mind sharing with Todoroki. He’d seen his cock enough times now that he didn’t mind fucking it into the same hole. Hell, he wouldn’t mind plunging it into Deku’s cunt at the same as Todoroki if he made Deku scream his name like that again.
Katsuki came all over his hand, spraying come over the carpet and his, just as Todoroki had asked, over his phone, right as Todoroki let out inside of Deku with a roar. From the gurgled mess of words Deku let out, he realized that the nerd was letting Todoroki fucking knot him!
Fuck!
It all ended too soon. It was over far too quickly for Katsuki’s liking because he could already feel another round pumping from his balls to his cock and blood was quickly returning down to the already spent manhood. Yet it didn’t seem like Todoroki was going to be able to do much anytime soon since he was stuck inside of Deku’s warm and wet and come-filled cunt.
Todoroki hummed, clearly content and proud of himself as he pulled his bangs away from his face. He reached down and pulled on Deku’s puffy pussy lips. He nodded to himself and then turned to the camera. He licked his lips.
"Now, be honest with me, pup," Shouto began. He spoke softly and his voice was gentle despite the breathlessness in his voice while he ran his hand up Deku's leg. "Who do you want? Daddy or Kacchan?"
"Daddy. But… I wouldn't—" Deku said in a mess of mumbles, voice hoarse as he laid collapsed onto the bed in a mess of tied up limbs. "Kacchan, too. But I want Daddy's cock."
"What if Daddy want to see Kacchan fuck this slutty hole of yours?" Todoroki asked as rubbed his hips up against Deku, making the omega keen as he glanced at the camera with a smirk that hid something Katsuki was quickly realizing. Something he probably should have realized back when those first pictures started coming. "Would you like that, pup?"
Deku nodded, his whole body turning a shade of red that made Katsuki want to fuck him even more. "Yes. I'd like that."
"So would I," Todoroki said, looking at the camera with raised eyebrows. "Should we wait here until you come back, or should we pack up and get cleaned up first?"
"Wait! Wait! You're not leaving me tied up here for hours!" Deku cried out, seemingly regaining all of his energy in that very moment and started to wiggle about desperately. "He's not coming back until tomorrow morning."
"Plenty of time to prepare you," Todoroki said with a purr. Deku let out a loud squeak. “Who knows, I might not even be able to pull out for a good hour. Maybe more?” The side eye he threw at the camera was enough to get the hint. “Enough time to get on the next train back to Mustafu early.”
Katsuki was on the next train heading home barely thirty minutes later, while back at U.A, Todoroki received a very angry text that threatened violence if he so much as dared to untie Deku from his bed or leave his bedroom before he arrived.
When Katsuki came back to the dorms, it was dark. He faintly remembered that Todoroki had mentioned something about the others having gone to the movies, and from the looks of it, they hadn't returned yet. Not that he cared much. All of his focus was on getting to his bedroom and the cute little freckled asscheeks currently resting on Katsuki’s own bed. As if someone up above had seen his dreams and decided to bless him with the real thing.
Despite his desperation to get back to U.A as quickly as possible, it had still taken over two hours—nearly three even—to get back, which made it a bit odd that the others hadn’t returned yet, too, but he didn’t give a single crap about why that was at the moment. He'd had to pack up his shit and throw it into his bag, give some crappy excuse as to why he needed to go back early to Best Jeanist without sounding like a horny teenager who couldn’t wait a few extra hours, and then book a ticket on the bullet train back to Mustafu. The shortest trip had been around an hour and forty minutes at that time of night, which he had cursed at but accepted. He couldn’t complain about time or price when Deku’s pussy was waiting for him.
That hour and forty minutes had been like outdrawn torture. The stream had turned off, so he couldn't lock himself into the bathroom to jack off to a live feed of the fuckfest taking place in his bedroom and there was no way he was wasting time on pictures when he knew exactly what was going on at that exact moment. Pictures were a fucking insult when he'd been invited to join in on the real thing, and he was not going to decline.
No way was he going to pass up the chance to bend Deku in half. No way in hell was he ever going to let an opportunity as good as this pass him by. He'd already been an idiot and let time move on when there had been ample opportunity for him to bury his cock in that tight cunt, and he'd been too much of a fucking coward and swallowed by his own ego, to take that step forward. Which had given Todoroki the chance to get there before him.
Damnit, he should have fucked Deku back in middle school. Dragged behind the gym and folded him in half, pulled those black military style pants down to his ankles while he spread those asscheeks apart. Katsuki would’ve given him the pounding of his life, and the image of Deku, young and innocent, soft and lacking any of the compact muscles he had today, and so pathetically quirkless as he’d been back then, struggling to stand while Katsuki shaped his unpresented cunt into a mold of him, it made him feel things. Made him want to do a hell of a lot of naughty things to that specific cunt.
He dropped his bags by the door, not bothering to bring them with him in his hurry. He unceremoniously kicked his shoes off, pushing them away with his feet. He ignored the slippers waiting for him and instead walked in with just his socks across the common room, his one goal being to get to his dorm room as fast as possible and to bury his cock so deep in Deku's exposed cunt that he’d fuck straight into his womb.
If he hadn't been so deeply focused and zoned in on his alpha instincts, hungry and raging inside of him like a storm ready to destroy anything in its wake, he would have heard the shuffling in the kitchen and he would have smelled the scent of freshly boiled tea along with those ever telling pheromones of marshmallows and fresh frost.
"Oh, you're back already," Todoroki said as he rounded the corner out of the kitchen. He had his eyebrow raised and a cup of steaming tea right under his lip as if he'd just been about to take a sip of it. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of U.A slacks, but that was all. Aside from his slippers, of course. "I thought you'd be gone longer."
"The fuck did I say about leaving the bedroom?!" Katsuki exclaimed, changing his trajectory immediately to stalk over to him with narrowed eyes. He looked around with suspicion, searching for the greenette that always followed Todoroki around like the good little puppy he was. "The fuck is Deku? If this is some sick ass prank you two are pulling, I'm gonna make you watch as I make him my bitch."
"He's still tied up on your bed," Todoroki said nonchalantly with a shrug. He blew on his tea before taking a sip of it. He rubbed his lips together and smacked them as he tasted the strength of the brew. "You said not to untie him. So I didn't."
Katsuki searched his face for any hint of deception. Any kind of sign that this was just an overly long prank that had just gone too far out of hand. A way for Deku to spit in his face and to finally retaliate for those horrendous years of bullying Katsuki had put him through. They were friends now, but you never knew. Sometimes Deku could be pettier than he looked.
"So if I go up to my room, I'm gonna find a cute little gift all wrapped up and ready for me?" Katsuki asked with a roll of his eyes, intending it as a joke but also meaning it. He wanted it to be true. He wanted to open up his bedroom door and find Deku there like his own personal sex toy.
Well, maybe not exclusively his personal, since Todoroki had gotten there first, but definitely a willing cunt waiting hungrily for Katsuki's alpha cock to feed him a healthy dose of come.
"Yes," Todoroki replied, head tilting to the side. He furrowed his brow before they relaxed and he snorted. "You don't believe me."
"It's a bit hard for me to believe you'd want me to fuck your boyfriend," Katsuki admitted, teeth sharpening. "So I'm warning you, Icyhot, you two put yourself in this fucking situation, so stupid prank or no, I'm gonna fuck him straight through it. You better not bitch about it later."
Todoroki raised an eyebrow before he shrugged, eyes closed as he gulped down his drink in one sweep. He took a quick detour into the kitchen to wash the cup and put it away before he waved for Katsuki to follow him up.
Katsuki followed, hating how he could smell the dominance radiating from Todoroki as he was led into the elevator. When the doors closed, Todoroki pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to Katsuki on the tip of his finger. He glanced at the heterochromatic teen before taking the garment dangling dangerously close to the edge with a confused huff of air.
The fabric smelled strong of something bitter, but somehow also sweet. In a way, it kind of reminded him of a ripe kiwi fruit. With just the barest hint of a minty undertone. It made his dick stir in his pants and he swallowed hard when he realized what the origins of the scent was.
He unraveled the dark piece of fabric and inhaled, gasping down the scent of Deku’s juices wafting up from his soiled boxers like he’d just breached the surface after nearly being drowned. The smell filled his nostrils and he pulled it all the way down into his lungs. Down into his very core where the beast within him growled, drowning in an uncontrollable hunger that screamed “take, take, take” and “omega, omega, omega”.
"Figured you'd want something to get it up first," Todoroki said just as the doors opened up onto Katsuki’s floor. Todoroki didn’t wait to step out, as nonchalant as if they were about to go do their homework in Katsuki’s room. As if Todoroki hadn’t been live streaming him and Deku having sex just a couple of hours ago straight to Katsuki’s phone and like they weren’t going there now for Katsuki himself to have a taste. Todoroki turned with hooded eyes that shouldn’t make his stomach spike and waited for Katsuki to follow him, and he did.
Like a goddamn horny dog.
He followed Todoroki all the way to his room while still clutching Deku’s damn boxers to his chest. Close enough to his clavicle that he could constantly smell the slick and come as they walked, but far enough down that it wouldn't look too weird if someone walked by. He didn’t expect any of their classmates to be here yet. They weren’t home, but that didn’t mean he wanted to take the risk of being caught walking around with Deku’s boxers of all things.
Todoroki stopped by Katsuki’s door and took hold of the doorknob. His slender fingers wrapped around it and twisted, but he didn’t pull the door open. Instead he watched Katsuki’s reaction closely from the corner of his eye. That grey narrowed, feline eye that dug deep into Katsuki in a way it definitely shouldn’t.
Fucking, dammit, Todoroki was just wasting time which could be spent doing so much more important shit that wasn’t standing here in the hallway like a pervert, sniffing a pair of boxers. More important things like Katsuki ploughing Todoroki’s boyfriend into next sunday.
Deku jolted with a loud shriek of surprise when Katsuki pretty much kicked his own door in. The hinghes screamed in protest, but surprisingly didn’t break. Instead the door swung open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back. Katsuki caught it with his hand and slammed it open. Todoroki snorted behind him, but Katsuki couldn't care less. He only managed to take two steps into the room before he had to stop to take in the view.
It was so much better than the video could have ever prepared him for. Watching on a digital screen was nothing in comparison to being able to be in the same room as the real thing. Deku, tied up and spread apart on his bed like an early birthday gift, all for Katsuki's pleasure.
Well, Todoroki had clearly had his fill from the fresh semen still leaking from those pink pussy lips, but it didn’t make the view any less appealing. It actually enhanced it. To know that he would be prepared and slick enough for Katsuki to just slide on in, right there into that hot cavern that most guys would look at like it was a secret paradise. You could clearly see that it hadn’t been just one round in between the stream shutting down and Katsuki arriving, either. There was dried semen on the inside of his thighs and down his asscheeks in different stages of flaking and stickiness.
That must be uncomfortable, Katsuki thought to himself, not being able to hide the grin or even trying to stop it from splitting across his face, as he watched Deku's pucker twitch. Stretched and empty and still gapping from being fucked open just like an omega was supposed to be. It was what he’d been born for, after all. That particular hole itself wasn't meant for breeding, but that didn't matter. It was equally as inviting as the one above.
He licked his lips, a deep growl rumbling up his throat as he undid his jacket and let it slide to the floor in a forgotten heap. He took long steps across the floor to cross the distance as fast as possible without running. Along the way, he grabbed onto the back of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head in a move that had Deku gasping on the bed, and when the shirt came off?
Well, let’s just say that the freckled omega wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was checking Katsuki out. The quick glance downwards to the front of Katsuki’s bulging jeans didn’t go unnoticed.
Deku swallowed, pulling on the restraints. His legs shook as his ankles tried to adjust only to fall back into the same position on either side of his head. There was no way he was getting out of those ropes without using his quirk.
“Ka—” He stopped, chuckled awkwardly and looked behind Katsuki to share a glance with Todoroki. Something the duo colored alpha did seemed to ease his mind, because Deku took a long and deep breath. “Kacchan.”
That primal part of him roared as the name fell from Deku’s lips. Swollen and bruised from kissing. And was that the hint of dried jizz on his chin?
Katsuki growled, outright and not even trying to hide it. Instead he grabbed the end of the sheets, claws drawn and ripping the duvet. It made Deku’s eyes widen with a mix of fear, worry and arousal, and his cute cocklett twitching between his legs was enough of a testimony to that. Not to mention that those sweet omega pheromones danced around the room like a natural aphrodisiac accompanied by the ever delicious scent of his slick seeping into Katuski’s sheets.
That was going to be a bitch to get out later and Katsuki knew he wouldn't put much effort into it.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Kacchan!" Deku exclaimed as Katsuki got onto the bed without uttering a single word. He slotted himself between the omega's legs, pushing his ass up onto Katsuki’s thighs so his crotch was leveled at just the right angle for the bulge in his pants to rub the rough jeans against his slick pussy. "Oh, my God! You don’t even want to know what’s going on? Don’t you have questions?"
Todoroki shut the door to the bedroom and clicked the lock. It echoed around the room, but all Katsuki heard was the loud drumming of his heart in his ears. Todoroki’s face was unreadable as he walked across the carpet over to them, meeting Katsuki’s gaze through the corner of his eye. There was a curious glint in those mismatched eyes. Then he took a seat on Katsuki’s desk chair and spun it around so he had a perfect view of what was about to happen. He tilted his head, lazed his fingers together in his lap and leaned forward, content as if he was about to watch a movie.
He probably should have said something to answer Deku’s constant blabbering, but he didn't. Couldn’t find any of the right words.
Or maybe he just didn’t think words were necessary right now?
Instead he unzipped his jeans, pulled his hard cock out and slotted it against the twitching loin. He could feel the heat it radiated the second the head brushed over sensitive folds and his breath shook as a twisted grin took to his face. Fuck, how much he'd dreamed of claiming this pathetic cunt. He could barely believe he was even getting the chance, and while Deku's boyfriend was right there, chilling on a chair just watching.
Fucking voyerist.
"Kacchan!" Deku wailed, eyes going wide and mouth opening to say something else before he threw his head back and clenched down tight as Katsuki pushed every inch of his cock inside of that twitching pussy in one harsh thrust. Making Deku take all of him in one go.
It wasn't as tight as he was expecting it to be, and somehow, in an odd way, it was almost spacious. Not that he didn't feel Deku’s velvety walls hug his cock like they'd been longing for him, waiting for his arrival. But they weren't clamping down on him as he'd heard some guys say their girlfriends did or like the media always said a pussy was supposed to. It definitely wasn’t a deal breaker and it wasn't bad in any way. It just wasn’t what he’d been expecting.
Todoroki must have noticed his mild confusion because he grinned with a pleased growl. "I might have stretched him out a bit while waiting. Hope you don't mind."
"Whatever." Katsuki clicked his tongue. "He’s still talking, isn’t he? What's the point of having a big dick if you don't know how to use it? Sit back and watch as I show you how it's fucking done."
"Can I please just get a moment to breathe first?" Deku asked, panting heavily enough that his chest rose and fell. His eyes flickered from Katsuki to Todoroki and then down. Then it fell backwards again. "Just a bit."
"I don't know," Katsuki said, eyes gleaming as he looked at Todoroki with raised eyebrows. "Why don't you ask your Daddy ?"
The expression that came over Todoroki’s face was one of surprise that quickly transformed into one of pride and hunger. Definite approval at Katsuki’s words while Deku slowly turned his face to Todoroki, waiting for him to make his decision. The omega swallowed, clenching down and relaxing. There was a whimper, a silent pleading and his eyes grew a tiny bit glassy as a red blush was traveling down from his face to his chest quite quickly. It complimented his freckles.
"No," Shouto finally decided. He leaned backwards in the desk chair and spread his legs apart to show his obvious erection. Big and bulging against the front of his slacks and clearly unrestrained by the lack of boxers. "No, I don't think you will."
"But…" Deku began and Katsuku made a rough snap of his hips that made the omega inhale sharply.
"I don't know how you two do shit, but I don't accept backtalk. Got it?"
He wasn't entirely sure how this was supposed to go, or if this was going to be a one time thing only, but he could play along. For now, at least. He could let them keep up their nasty role play as long as he didn't need to pull out of Deku's warm cunt anytime soon. The fact that Todoroki was just sitting there, hard as a rock and with an unreadable expression on his face somehow just made it all better. Especially when you took into account all of the pornographic material the two had been sending to Katsuki over the last couple of months.
They owed him this pleasure. The right to take Deku right here on his bed like the omegan slut he was. Craving another alpha’s cock while his boyfriend sat there and willingly watched his partner get claimed by someone else.
All the sexual frustration and tension in his loins were all boiling down to this moment, and Katsuki wasn’t going to hold back. Not for a fucking second.
And he didn’t.
The first thing Deku did when he pulled out and thrust back in, was scream. Head thrown back and every muscle in his body tensing up as Katsuki set a rough phase from the start. There was no time to be gentle or slow or caring. That was shit Deku could do with Todoroki if he wanted to. Right now was payback for all of those pictures and videos and sleepless nights spent jerking off in this very bed while Deku and Todoroki fucked the nights away one floor up.
And dammit, if it wasn’t worth it.
Deku not being tight was almost a good thing. He didn’t have to force his cock inside and there was no tight cut off around the base from Deku’s entrance clamping down on him too tight. The fact that he was wet as a rock in the middle of the ocean just added to the pleasure. He slipped in and out with such ease that picking up speed was no problem whatsoever. Hips slapping against plump asscheeks along with the wet squelch of slick and still wet come filled the room.
He placed both hands on either side of Deku’s torso, leaning over him with a grin. Sparks prickled his fingers and he had to hold back to not let an explosion go off right there. But fuck if it didn’t bother him that Deku wasn’t looking at him.
“ Fucking look at me, Deku ,” he growled, voice reverberating around the room and sending Deku’s body into waves of convulsions that ended with a loud moan that sounded very much like that horrible nickname that he didn’t mind so much right now.
He grabbed onto Deku’s chin and pulled his head down. It snapped with a rough hitch of a strangled breath. Deku’s eyes rolled around in his skull, lost and unfocused as his mind probably struggled with the oversensitivity of his cunt being repeatedly used over and over without abandon. So many times by Todoroki and now by Katsuki, who by no means could ever compete with the other teen when it came to dick size, but he sure as hell wasn’t small. He was still an alpha and he had the cock of one.
“Your fucking Daddy let you avert your eyes? Fucking shitty at disipline,” he growled, digging his claws into Deku’s cheeks. Hips snapping, phase brutal, and knot slowly beginning to grow. When Deku only gurgled and moaned in reply, Katsuki opened his mouth to add some other comment just to be filthy, and because he could, when Todoroki beat him to it.
“Come now, puppy, just because Daddy isn’t fucking you doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want,” he said with a purr rolling off of his tongue. His eyes narrowed when Deku glanced at him, mouth open and saliva dripping down chin. “ Answer him, pup.”
“N-no… No, he—” His breath hitched as Katsuki hit something sensitive and overly abused inside of him. Katsuki licked his lips and decided that was his new target while Deku tried to get the words out. “No! No, Da-daddy doesn’t—oh, my God! Kacchan! That’s—God, right there! Daddy doesn’t—no, he doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn’t.”
Half of what he said didn’t make much sense, but the view was better than any of the ramblings those videos had recorded for him. Maybe it was because he caught it all in real time, right in front of him and not through a stupid phone, or that it was because it was Katsuki’s cock that made Deku completely lose his usually broad vocabulary. Now he barely even made proper noises anymore.
“Hope Daddy doesn’t mind me soiling his pretty little pup with my spunk because I’m about to fucking paint your cunt with it,” Katsuki growled, quite proud of himself for that filthy statement when it made Deku moan and clench down tight around him. Maybe that's why Todoroki was so foul mouthed during sex. Deku got off on it.
“You like being degraded, don’t you? Humiliated and forced to take cock,” Katsuki laughed, pushing Deku’s face away and having the sudden urge to spit on him. He didn’t, but the urge was there. “Bet I could have fucked you a long time ago and you would’ve spread your legs like the cumslut you are.”
Deku mewled. “No, that’s not—I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have… That’s not—!”
“Yeah, right,” Katsuki snorted, licking a long wet and sloppy trail up Deku’s clavicle, over his neck and up his cheek, leaving a long glistening line behind. “Why else would you want me to fuck you after all the abuse I put you through when we were kids? Admit it, Deku, you liked it. Being used and defiled by someone else. Tied up with your cunt stuffed full of fucking come. Bet you posed for half of those pictures.”
“I—!” Deku started to cry but he never got to finish his sentence when Katsuki picked up speed. He was nearing the end and was going to make it worth it.
“Don’t lie, puppy,” Todoroki spoke from his chair. He had his cock in his hand and was pumping it up and down in rhythm with Katsuki’s thrusts. “You know what happens to naughty pups who lie.”
Deku whimpered and nodded. “I—I did.”
“You did what?” Katsuki pushed with a groan.
“Posed.”
“Fucking knew it.”
Katsuki didn’t bother to say anything else. Instead he shut up, letting his hands grip the sheets tight as he roughly thrust into Deku’s already wrecked hole. He pistoned into him, more interested in his own release and aiming that release straight for Deku’s womb. Completely intent on pumping his already stuffed belly full of even more come.
Todoroki had already stuffed him no doubt. He knew the two didn’t use condoms. Which meant that Deku had who knew how many rounds worth of come already pumped into him. With the odd angle he was in, his stomach was already bulging from belly fat. But Katsuki fully intended for it to bulge more. He wanted to see that stomach round and thick and bloated while his cunt dripped semen down his legs every time he walked.
With a roar, Katsuki came.
His balls clenched and tightened while his dick throbbed. He pushed his hips as flush against Deku’s as he could, grinding more than pumping as endless strings of come shot out inside. Filling up and spilling out around the abused hole until his knot finally got to the point where it was impossible for him to pull out without ripping Deku’s cunt in half.
Emerald eyes widened and he grit his teeth. His legs spasmed and he clenched down like a vacuum cleaner getting caught on a carpet.
"Oh, my God," he gasped, looking lost for a second.
"What? Didn't want my fat knot?" Katsuki asked with a grin as continuous splurts of semen spilled into Deku. The tension and the months of teasing had built up a good storage and he emptied inside the pussy he’d wanted to tear into since the moment he’d learnt what sex was.
"Bigger!" Deku panted. “Oh, my God. You’re bigger.”
His grin widened. "So Icyhot hasn't been plugging you up properly. Fucking fat cock all for nothing."
That got Todoroki growling possessively, fangs bared. He pushed up from the chair, cock bouncing as he stalked over to the bed with a trail of smoke behind him. He climbed onto the sheets, grabbed Deku by the chin and kissed him. Deep and passionate that it left Deku's lips wet and sloppy. Saliva dripped down his chin.
"You wanna be plugged up, my little pup? Is that it?" he asked, eyes narrowing with a sickening twist to them. “Alright. I’ll plug you up.”
“Daddy…” Deku whimpered, eyes swimming around.
Katsuki frowned, panting heavily where he sat. He looked down at that heavy and bouncing little cocklett that weeped desperately for release and then up at Deku’s face who looked like he’d just gone through the orgasm of his life. Without ejaculating.
“Oh, you’re fucking kidding…” he groaned, stomach spiking painfully as another few last splurts of come left him. It was almost over.
The sound of a cap opening and a massive amount of liquid being squeezed out reached Katsuki’s ears, and he watched, tired but not exhausted enough to be out of it anytime soon, as Todoroki lubed up his cock.
“You sure he can take that?” Katsuki asked with a raised eyebrow when Todoroki lined the head of his dick up with Deku’s empty asshole.
“You think this is the first time I’ve forced him to take two at once?” Todoroki asked with a snort. He rubbed Deku’s stomach and kissed his lips. “You’d be surprised what this naughty little pupper is into.”
Deku didn’t seem to understand what was going on quite yet, until Katsuki could feel how everything got a lot more tight down below. There was a push and he could feel, literally feel, the shape of Todoroki as he pushed inside. The shape, the length and the massive girth of his shaft. Katsuki could feel all of it as Todoroki forced himself inside despite a knot already plugging Deku up.
A hoarse and dried up cry left Deku and his head fell forward and then back onto Todoroki’s shoulder. Then, with a snap that made even Katsuki groan, Todoroki settled up inside. His hands gripped Deku’s hips tight while Katsuki ripped the sheets of his bed. He met Todoroki’s eyes and he could see the mischievous glint in them that said that Katsuki was either going to love this or fucking hate it, either way, Todoroki was doing it.
Then Todoroki picked Deku’s hips up and then dropped them.
Deku screamed, body shaking and spasming around desperately. His legs shook in their binds and his arms, trapped behind Todoroki’s head, still bound and restricted, as Todoroki gripped his hips tight enough to bruise. Katsuki, still stuck inside and knot burning from the tight squeeze, rocked back and forth in motion with Todoroki’s hips and hands leading Deku's body up and down on his cock.
The poor omega's eyes had rolled back into his head as his body arched, looking like he’d completely lost himself in the pleasure, but Todoroki didn't stop.
“You have no fucking mercy, do you?” Katsuki moaned, head falling onto Deku’s chest as his dick was overstimulated. He wasn’t moving, and yet, it felt like he was thrusting in and out. He could feel the drag of the walls and the squeeze and the clench. The way it grew so tight as Todoroki settled up inside, as if someone had completely cut off oxygen to his dick, only to be like a breath of relief when he pulled out.
And it repeated, and repeated until Todoroki grabbed onto the back of Katsuki’s hair. He pulled it back roughly, claws drawn and with the nastiest grin Katsuki was ever going to see on his face.
“This is how you make him come.”
And like clockwork, with one last snap of his hips, Deku came, untouched, with a cry that Katsuki was never going to forget.
Sterile semen spilled all over the omega’s stomach and even up on Katsuki’s own. And there was a twitching going on behind the velvety walls that Katsuki figured was Todoroki’s own orgasm rocking through him until the increased tightness dawned on him.
"Did you just fucking knot him?" Katsuki asked with wide eyes.
Todoroki only gave a rise of his eyebrows before he untied Deku’s legs and let them fall down around Katsuki’s hips. He kissed his cheek and purred, licking down to his neck.
"He wanted it. Wanted us both," he said simply. "You have no idea how often he screams your name when he finishes, fantasising about this exact scenario."
"Is that why you'd rather he call you Daddy?" Katsuki asked, but Todoroki shook his head.
"No, we decided that before," Todoroki explained. "But he wants you just as much as he wants me. Who am I to deny him that kind of pleasure?"
"So you'd let anyone fuck him if he asked you to?" Katsuki snorted.
"Only because it's you. I don't mind sharing." He looked up and met Katsuki’s eyes dead on. "Only if it's you."
"Sharing, huh? Didn't know you had it in you, Icyhot," Katsuki said, rubbing up Deku's thighs. God, he could get used to this. "Sure. Why the fuck not, right?"
Izuku’s entire hip area burned as he came to. Both of his holes were stretched and sore and still stuffed. For a moment, he didn't even remember where he was or what had been happening until his bleary mind started to clear up. The fog lifted and the last few hours came back to him slowly. Starting with what had happened right before he’d knocked out.
He'd had sex with Kacchan.
He'd actually had sex with Kacchan.
While Shouto watched from across the room.
His heart leapt in his chest, fluttering like that of a school girl who’d finally gotten recognition from their crush. He hummed, content as he snuggled down wherever it was he was lying. Someone’s chest—definitely Shouto’s from the off temperature—with arms wrapped around him, but there was also someone resting against his chest. Someone less off temperature vice with sharper hair. Like a prickly porcupine but with softer bristles.
He groaned. Rubbing his face into his own shoulder and digging his nose into a very warm cheek. In return, that cheek turned into a mouth that licked up over his freckles.
The moment his companions realized he was coming to, there was movement. Their positions changed a bit, more sitting up properly instead of half lying down, and there were quiet whispers going on that Izuku didn’t quite catch.
"Took you fucking long enough," Bakugou huffed when Izuku finally opened his eyes and looked up. Despite the tone, he was grinning, sickeningly wide and like he used to do when they'd been in middle school. "Thought we'd broke you."
"We…?" Izuku began before the rest of the night came back to him. Of Shouto’s jealousy over Kacchan's knot being bigger than his despite their general size difference in other departments. Of being stuffed full of Kacchan's seed while Shouto’s cock thrust up into his empty and clenching ass to fit like a glove. "Oh… we."
He craned his neck as best he could and met Shouto’s soft eyes. His hand rubbed across Izuku’s hip and he smiled.
"You okay, Puppy?" he asked and Izuku nodded after some mild adjusting. Despite being filled further and wider than he’d ever been before, plugged up by two alpha knots, he felt fine. Amazing, even. The omega in him was purring and cooing in delight despite the aches he knew were going to linger tomorrow.
"Yeah, it's a bit… maybe a little tight," he mumbled, whimpering when the two alphas simultaneously rubbed against him, squishing him between their bodies. "But I'm fine. I'm fine. Better than fine. 'M fine."
"Yeah, you would be, wouldn't you? Finally got your dream of taking two cocks at once," Bakugou chuckled, hips rolling up against the back of Izuku’s pussy.
"That's not…" he began before glancing at Shouto only to realize from the look he gave him that it really was no use in lying. They'd probably already talked about everything. He hid his eyes behind his bangs. "Yeah."
"Who knew you were into this kinky shit," Bakugou continued. Each roll of his hips moved Izuku’s hips and made Shouto’s cock rub up into his ass.
"Don't tell," Izuku gasped. He keened and squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't tell."
"Tell fucking who? Who else need to know?" Bakugou licked his lips, teeth growing sharp. "You planning on inviting a third alpha into the mix? Don't have many more holes to fill up. Do you like cock that much, Deku?"
Izuku shook his head desperately before he froze. "Invite a third…?" he asked before he looked between the two of them. His eyes shone with hope. "You—you wanna… you want to do this again?"
"You think you can show me your cunt and then tell me to fuck off? You're stuck with me, you stupid nerd," Bakugou said. His eyes vibrated and pupils became thin slits. "Hope you're fucking prepared to spread your legs for the rest of your fucking life."
He pushed up and turned to Shouto as best he could. "You talked about this? You two came to an agreement?"
"Yes," Shouto said with a nod.
"And you're okay with that?" Izuku asked carefully. “With this? Us, like this?”
The two alphas looked at each other, nodded before turning back to Izuku, one with a soft smile hiding a surprisingly sadistic dom and the other with that usual distorted grin wide on his face. Something in their eyes made Izuku wonder if he'd really made the right decision in bringing these two together into this because they had never agreed as fast on anything before for as long as Izuku had known them as they did in that moment.
"We are."
"That's great, I'm really glad," Izuku said, giggling because despite everything, he finally got what he wanted as he relaxed against Shouto’s chest. Both of them, together. "But, uh… I'm really tired—not that surprising, all things considered, but uh… If you could just untie me now?"
"Untie you?" Shouto asked with that innocent expression that Izuku knew far too well usually meant bad things. For his pussy. So not necessarily bad as in bad bad , but that depended on who you asked.
"Who said you were going anywhere?" Bakugou snorted, as if what Izuku had said was a funny joke.
"I… I did?" Izuku asked carefully. He pulled with his hand on the ropes that kept them tied together and rattled the headboard. “I’ve been in the same position since… What time is it? Going on four hours?”
The two alphas met eyes again and both growled deep in their chest before turning back to Izuku. That's when he felt it. That soft and wet plop as something slipped out of him. This time out of both of his holes. Semen spilled out of him in rivulets and created a pool underneath him as he whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
They both grinned.
Izuku swallowed, shrinking down under their predatory gaze. "I'm not sleeping tonight… am I?"