Sex was sex.
There wasn’t much else to it when you really thought about it. An act of physical pleasure based upon your personal likes and dislikes, turn ons and turn offs. It didn’t have to be complicated or difficult or something to be ashamed of. Everyone had their own pleasures and needs. Everyone desired different things, and that was perfectly normal. They were, after all, human beings.
Sex was easy to understand as a whole, and yet…
Izuku rubbed his temple with a groan as he tapped the page of his notebook. Scribbles and notes filled the page like a structured mess of sentences and shorthand that only he really understood. It was tailored for him, so it didn’t have to be detailed to the point where everyone could understand it. Maybe Kacchan could understand it, but that was because they’d known each other for so long.
He glanced up, gaze landing on the back of said alpha’s head. The spiky blonde hair that stood in a stylized mess that was more natural than most believed. His broad shoulders that flexed and tightened up whenever he prepared himself to use his quirk, or just took a hold of something—didn’t have to be something specific. Just anything, really. Like a dumbbell, or his own wrist to prepare his special shot, or the bedsheets to ground himself in something, or Izuku’s thighs as he pumped deep.
His face bloomed as a heat took to his cheeks and he furiously shook his head. The images whirled around in his head like thrown about in a strong breeze and he hung his head as far down as he could to hide the blush. To hide the small bead of sweat that trickled down the side of his face as his mind played the weekend back to him. Every last moment. From Bakugou walking into the bedroom Shouto had pulled him into with a smirk that no one would ever believed belonged to the duo colored teen, into Kacchan’s bedroom, to the lustful gleam in his eyes and the sharp shine of his canines as he pistoned in and out of Izuku’s tender loins. Stretching him taut on a knot that was far bigger than Izuku had ever expected it to be. Shouto was already well endeavoured down below the belt, so Izuku had expected Kacchan to be somewhat smaller. Which he had been—in comparison to Shouto, that is—but he hadn’t been prepared for the knot the blonde was sporting. It pulsed down between his legs as he remembered it.
He couldn’t remember ever being as full as he’d been that weekend as he’d been sandwiched between the two alphas that had clearly been competing with each other. Really, Izuku was just there, along for the ride at that point.
He wiped his forehead with his palm before drying it on his jacket in a not so discreet manner. He threw a glance around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to him in any way, but let out a silent sigh of relief when no one was even so much as flickering their gaze in his direction. That was until he looked forward, fully intent on focusing on the board and the lecture written down on it when he met with crimson eyes.
Bakugou’s expression was unreadable as he glanced over his shoulder at Izuku. His head barely turned, just enough so to make it seem like he was looking at the far edge of the board while his eyes were zoned back behind him. Straight at Izuku with a shine in them that made Izuku shrink in on himself and swallow.
It only lasted for a few seconds before Bakugou turned his head back forward.
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists tight, trying to calm down the rapid speed in which his heart was pounding away at.
Maybe the weekend had been a mistake after all.
He didn’t regret it. Not for a second did he wish it had never happened. God, it had been the best sex in his life and it had been a fantasy he’d long wanted to fullfill. He’d lost count on how many times he’d fallen asleep to wet dreams of his childhood friend, taking on multiple scenarios over the years that made Izuku realize just how little he knew about his own feelings for Bakugou. Puberty sure had hit him hard once it started because he couldn’t remember wanting someone as much as when he’d thrashed about in the school’s private Heat House, drowning in the high of his very first heat.
It had made him feel guilty. To realize that he’d been arching his back to the fantasy of having Kacchan be the one to please him when he already had an alpha.
He and Shouto had already been dating by that point.
He wasn’t using Shouto as a rebound. By no means whatsoever. Shouto was just as much a part of those fantasies as Bakugou was. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel guilty over it when the two started dating and Bakugou still came to him in his dreams.
It was wrong, he told himself. He loved Shouto. He really did, and he should be happy with that. He should be content with the fact that his feelings were reciprocated, and yet… It made his heart ache when he thought about Bakugou going on with his life and Izuku wasn’t going to be in it. The thought of another omega coming along to ensnare Bakugou made Izuku want to vomit.
He’d promised himself that he was never going to bring the topic up to Shouto. How could he? What was he supposed to say to ease that kind of blow? That he wasn’t satisfied with just having Shouto, but that he still craved another still.
There was no easy way.
It was exactly that reason why Izuku had never broached the topic even once. Hadn’t even tried to ask about open realationships or polyamorous relationships or anything of the sort. Ever.
Which might be why it had all bubbled over at some point.
In the most embarrassing way possible.
Namely by him crying out Kacchan one time in the midst of climax while Shouto had been pining him up against the window in Izuku’s bedroom.
Let’s just say that that had been one awkward conversation to have afterwards. He’d been on the verge of tears as he tried to ease the blow and tried to explain that he didn’t love Shouto any less, and he definitely didn’t want to break up or let him go. That it was Izuku’s fault and Shouto hadn’t done anything wrong.
It shouldn’t have surprised him that Shouto was interested in cuckolding. By that point he’d learned enough about the stoic teen’s perversions and sexual interests. None of which fit his outward appearance whatsoever. Izuku had never expected Shouto to be as perverse as he was when they’d first started their relationship, but he sure wasn’t complaining about it.
“So…” Izuku had whispered carefully as Shouto had wiped tears from his cheeks. “You’re not mad about it?”
“I’m not,” Shouto had replied, that small smile taking to his lips. The one that was barely a twitch but said so much because Izuku knew it was genuine. “But you could have said something.”
Izuku had sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his hand only for Shouto to take it and grab a tissue. Always so attentive and gentle, hiding something rough and primal and brutal.
“I just didn’t know what to say,” he’d admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean, how do you tell your boyfriend that you want to be with someone else, too? There’s just no way.”
“Izuku,” Shouto had tilted his head as he spoke.
“Yes?”
“Are you using me as a substitute?”
“What?” Izuku’s face fell. His eyes had widened before he’d pushed up on all fours and gotten up in Shouto’s face. He’d grabbed his cheeks and shook his head furiously. “No! Shouto, absolutely not! I love you, I do.”
“But you love him, too?” Shouto had asked. He hadn’t been able to do anything but nod because what else was he supposed to do? “I see.”
Izuku had sat back on the bed, pulling the covers over his naked lower half and knitted his fingers into the duvet as he waited for Shouto to say more. Say something else that would help him know where this was going to go. Which turn this conversation was going to take. If he was going to have to watch Shouto leave his bedroom and never touch him again. Never feel his lips on his, or feel him caress his cheeks and mumble about his freckles being pretty when he blush, or grab his hand so shy when he was getting insecure or the way he would pull Izuku close when he got jealous, a hand so possessively placed on Izuku’s waist. Just a little too far down to be anything else than a show of dominance to anyone who would try to approach.
“That’s okay,” Shouto had finally said and Izuku hadn’t been able to believe it for the longest time, just sitting there and looking at Shouto like he was a ghost. Shouto had smiled again, pulling Izuku into a hug and nuzzling his cheek. “That is okay, Izuku.”
His breath had rattled as the tears blurred his vision. He’d shook his head and pushed Shouto away to meet his eyes. “But doesn’t it bother you? I want another alpha. I want you, too, but I still want him as well. Doesn’t it bother you? Please, don’t say that it’s okay just for my sake, Shouto. Please, don’t do that.”
“I’m not,” Shouto had replied with a frown. “I really am okay with it. You and Bakugou have history that you and I don’t. I understand that there might be feelings there that came before me.”
“You’re okay with me being in love with someone else, too?” Izuku had pushed, not daring to believe what he was hearing.
“No, I’m okay with you being in love with Bakugou,” Shouto had corrected, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. His pupils shrank and pheromones spread around the room, making Izuku shudder. “I’m okay with it being only Bakugou. No one else.”
“So if it had been someone else, you would have been mad?” Izuku asked, chuckling awkwardly with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, I would’ve.” Shouto gave a firm nod. “You wouldn’t be leaving this bedroom tonight if it had been someone else.”
Izuku had let out a high-pitched noise that was almost like a mouse being squeezed too tight at that. His heartbeat picked up and he nodded furiously.
“There’s no one else. I promise,” Izuku insisted, and it was true. There was no one else. He’d only ever loved two people in his life and one of them sat before him while the other had no idea that Izuku wanted him. “It’s just you and Kacchan.”
To be fair, if he hadn’t told Shouto about it that night, none of what had taken place last weekend would have happened. Because if he hadn’t accidentally let Kacchan’s name slip in the middle of their rough thrusting, Shouto wouldn’t even have sent that first picture. He’d kept insisting that it had been an accident the second he’d pressed send and seen that the name on the top of the screen had been the wrong one, looking genuinely worried about Izuku’s reaction. His phone had even been shaking in his hands as he’d glanced between it and Izuku when he’d told him about it. But just a few hours later, Shouto had come into his room insisting they send a second one. He’d said something about Bakugou being aroused when he’d talked to the other alpha about it—and while Izuku had panicked over the fact that Shouto had asked Bakugou if he’d jerked off to a post-sex image of Izuku—Shouto had proposed a little plan that would reveal whether Bakugou wanted the same thing as Izuku.
It really had all been Shouto’s idea, but Izuku hadn’t been completely innocent in it since he’d given his own fair share of ideas for a number of pictures. But he really had been joking about live streaming them having sex straight out of Bakugou’s bedroom. He should have realized that Shouto would take it seriously. No matter how much they worked on it, sometimes the teen just didn’t understand sarcasm.
It was a work in progress.
Either way, it had all worked out in the end.
He could be satisfied with one weekend of fun. Maybe another one if Bakugou got in the mood. Who knew, he had mentioned that Izuku should be prepared for there to be more in the future. But he didn’t really get his hopes up. Izuku had been tied up on his bed when Bakugou had said that, so it could just be a promise made in the midst of pleasure. He knew that those couldn’t always be trusted.
And that was okay, he told himself. Shouto had said he was okay with there being more encounters in the future and Bakugou had said the same, but that didn’t mean that they would all be in some kind of three way relationship. Shouto was his boyfriend, but Kacchan was ambiguous at best. At most, he could expect some kind of friends-with-benefits kind of relationship to develop, but didn’t dare hope for more.
The day went on surprisingly normal for what had taken place just a few hours prior. Shouto—being Shouto—was his usual stoic and unphased self, making everyone question if he even had a libido. Izuku couldn’t count how many times Mineta and Kaminari had tried to get it out of him whether the duo colored alpha even had a sex drive or if he was leaving Izuku wanting, but he always managed to sidestep the question in a way that didn’t give a proper answer. Shouto never gave anyone any hint on his true sadistic desires, either. Maybe—and really, just maybe—he was a bit more open about them with Yao-momo, but they were nearly as close as Izuku was with Uraraka and Iida, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she knew the basic gist of his kinks.
But the fact that Shouto didn’t appear to act any differently to before wasn’t a surprise to Izuku. Shouto could bend him backwards in the hallway, pump him full of hot semen and then lick him clean right there in the open only to turn around and have a pleasant conversation with their friends as if nothing had ever happened.
And he’d been like that since the beginning. Even when they’d still been doing vanila stuff, before Izuku had learnt of Shouto’s daddy kink or his own masochism or, dear God, the degradation! Before he knew about all of it and they were still just doing it prone bone in his bedroom, Shouto could still act as if nothing had happened afterwards. So unphased, while Izuku was a blushing and stuttering mess panicking about smells and messes and what if someone saw and everything in between.
But Kacchan?
He was a bit more difficult to read.
On some level, Izuku had always been able to understand him. Able to tell the small details and pick up on those tiny little signals that no one else did, but Bakugou was good at hiding his true intentions and emotions from people. Especially from Izuku, who he’d long seen as inferior before U.A, and none of it was different now.
Kacchan was so nonchalant about everything. Did everything the same way he did before. Maybe he brushed against Izuku one time too many to not be noticable and his hand brushed dangerously close to his back pocket once, but it had disappeared before Izuku had been able to tell if it was an accident or not. When Shouto was close, Kacchan was standing further away, usually with his arms crossed or hands shoved into his pockets with the occasional side glance their way.
The small little clicks of his tongue and the way he looked away in a huff when Shouto would wrap his arms around Izuku’s waist, shoulder or just hug him from behind did make Izuku wonder. But it could just be the frustration talking. They had tortured him a bit much the last few months, and many of those pictures and videos had been a bit too cruel. Then to just give him a few hours to relieve all of that stress? Izuku wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t properly satisfied yet.
The fact that he wanted Bakugou to still want more and for him to still be sexually frustrated, wasn’t an important detail to bring up.
Not at all.
Nope.
Unimportant at best.
He sighed to himself, head falling onto the vaulting box as he pushed it into place. He closed his eyes and pushed his body out, arching his back as he put his entire weight on his forehead. He took a deep, long breath, trying to calm his out of control thoughts.
“If you push your ass out any further, any alpha would think you’re inviting them.”
Izuku quite literally jumped a good few feet in the air—curtesy of his quirk float—when he heard Bakugou’s voice and a high pitched shriek escaped him. He whirled around in the air, and his face bloomed bright red when he saw that the blonde alpha had been standing just a few feet behind him. A few steps forward and he would’ve been right behind Izuku.
“What are you doing here, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, as he slowly lowered himself down to the floor. He placed a hand over his chest and took a few calming breaths. “And don’t scare me like that! You should know better than to walk up on an omega when they’re alone.”
Bakugou snorted, throwing a net bag of footballs into the corner of the storage room. He pushed the side of it in with his foot before turning to Izuku with a raised eyebrow. “You were taking too fucking long.”
“It’s not like I’m in a hurry,” Izuku said with a shrug of his shoulders. He walked over to pull another vaulting box into place. “Besides, the gym equipment is heavy.”
“Bullshit,” Bakugou said in an immediate response. “You could have this shit done in five seconds if you used blackwhip to do it, and you’re physically strong enough to do it without.”
“Well,” Izuku said, mouth pulled into a thin line as he nudged the vaulting box a bit to the side to fit the last one. He looked away when he answered, “I’m a bit sluggish today so I’m taking it slow.”
“Sluggish, huh?” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed and Izuku looked away in an attempt to hide the blush, and to avoid looking at him. But he could still tell that Bakugou was looking him up and down.
Izuku elected to ignore him, and the aches in his body and the way his pussy throbbed and clenched at the mere thought of the alpha’s hungry gaze, and instead finish on the cleanup he’d been tasked with. He was thankful that he got to work in silence, and even for the fact that Bakugou decided to help out with the last of it, but it was still awkward and he didn’t entirely know how to meet his eyes.
It shouldn’t be so hard, he tried to tell himself. He’d looked Kacchan in the eyes plenty of times knowing the kind of material he and Shouto were taking and sending to him. Somehow it had been easy to meet his eyes and still act normally, but now, after actually having gone through with it, it was just too much that swirled around in his head. Many of them focusing on what Kacchan thought about him now.
They finished up quickly enough. There wasn’t much left by the time Bakugou had arrived and Izuku had really just been taking his time so he could think and collect his thoughts. It was a good enough opportunity to get some alone time to think without any interruptions. Even with Bakugou there, he’d still managed to at least try to sort out his thoughts. To mixed results, maybe.
“That’s it, then,” he said, more so to himself as he looked around the room to see if they’d missed anything. But everything was in place, so he nodded to show they were done. “Let’s go. I heard it’s Koda’s turn to decide dinner.”
He barely got the door half open when it was slammed shut in his face. His whole body was janked forwards with the door, hand still wrapped tight around the handle. Bakugou’s much taller frame pushed against his back and a hand, sparking with small explosions that did nothing but singe the door, was planted firmly on the side of Izuku’s face.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
His stomach twisted at the growl that rumbled deep in his ear, doing some very pleasant things to his loins and making his whole body shiver in delight. The small show of dominance in that growl alone was making him want to buckle. After all, there was an alpha flush up against him and audibly making it clear what it was he wanted.
“Where do you think you’re going, Deku?” Bakugou asked, voice nothing but a breathy whisper. Husky and deep and so very alpha to the point where Izuku’s pussy clenched down tight before that ever knowing plop rippled through his insides, leading to a small stream of slick straight into his boxers. .
“We—” He started but had to stop to swallow the excess saliva that suddenly filled his mouth. “We’re done, right? I was going to—back to the dorms. Shower and then back to the dorms.”
He was going to pretend that his breath didn’t hitch when Bakugou’s hand gripped his waist or when the alpha rolled his hips against the crack of his ass, bulge fitting just right for Izuku to mewl with a very primal need.
Like a goddamn bitch in heat.
“Oh, fuck me,” Izuku gasped, head falling forward. He caught himself on the door, but didn’t make a move to get away.
The thick finger slipped inside of him easily and Izuku’s walls clamped down tight on the intrusion. The finger prodded and turned, bending and exploring each nook and cranny that Bakugou had only been able to touch with his cock. Now taking the chance to explore to his heart's content.
Izuku shuddered, hands planted firmly on the door while his forehead rested against the hard surface. His hips bucked against the hand and his knees shook. His body still remembered the last couple of days all too well. The shape of the bulge behind him and the way it would slot between his legs. The knot that came with it and the way it pushed his walls apart to a degree even Shouto hadn’t been able to achieve with his massive girth.
"Kacchan," he moaned, trying to get it to sound stern only for it to be a needy noise in the back of his throat. "We shouldn't."
The alpha snorted, grinning from ear to ear. Izuku didn't even have to see it to know. He could hear it in his voice. "And yet you're shaking your ass like crazy, and I haven't even pulled your pants down yet."
Izuku’s cheeks burned, shoulders rising to his ears. He pursed his mouth into a thin line as he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head as if it had been a question and not a clear observation.
"It's because of yesterday," Izuku gasped, followed by a long hnnng sound as he stifled a moan deep in his throat. "Because of yesterday, I feel—it's all yesterday."
"Yeah, because all that crap you were spouting about wanting me to fuck you silly back in middle school was all a lie?" Bakugou growled in his ear. Two additional fingers thrust deep into him, forcing him up on his tip toes as a loud yelp escaped him. "You're twitching like crazy—" He flexed his fingers inside, spreading Izuku’s velvety walls far apart as he spoke. "—And am I supposed to believe that all this slick is natural? Don't fuck with me, Deku."
"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do, though?" Izuku asked with a frown, looking up and then over his shoulder.
A rough, and hard, slap landed on his ass forcing a loud cry from his lips. He fell forward against the door and his mouth hung open in heavy pants as tears started in the corner of his eyes while the affected cheek started burning from the impact.
"Backtalk, again," Bakugou said with a click of his tongue. "Are you being a little brat because Todoroki don't allow you to be? Cuz don't think you'll get away with it."
"This isn’t really me being bratty, Kacchan. But, if I was being a brat, and Shouto had been here, he would’ve probably tied me to one of the vaulting boxes by now while forcing me to sit in an ice dildo till it melt… ed…" He slowly stopped talking when he realized what he was saying. He carefully looked over his shoulder with a chuckle that was strained at best. He was so used to being vocally open with Shouto by now that he almost forgot who was behind him. "Not like he ever has, it's just an example of something… that he would—maybe—do. B-but we can't, Kacchan!"
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck not?"
“Shouto’s not here,” he blurted out.
“So fucking what?”
“He won’t be okay with this.”
“He didn’t seem bothered by me plowing your ass yesterday,” Bakugou said with a snort. His hand rolled before he snapped his wrist, his fingers brushing over just the right bundle of nerves that sent electricity up Izuku’s spine and made him have to bite his hand to not scream at the pleasure. Scream for Kacchan to keep pushing right there for just a bit longer. He still let out a very audible moan, however.
“Because he was there,” Izuku insisted. He was really doing his best to not let his knees buckle like a house of cards caught in a storm, but damn if his instincts didn’t want him to just bend over. “He was okay with it because he was there.”
“He likes to watch?” Bakugou asked with a huff, and Izuku nodded with burning cheeks. He’d been surprised about that, too. “Asshole really gets turned on by watching you get screwed by other alphas?”
“He said it was fine because it was you!” he exclaimed, squeezing his legs tight around Bakugou’s hand. Maybe if he stopped moving his fingers it would be easier to resist.
Suddenly, one of the handles on the double doors rattled. Izuku’s breath caught in his throat when the unoccupied door—in other words, the one he wasn’t currently pushed up against—swung open.
“And only because it’s you, Bakugou,” Shouto said as he stepped into view. He put his full weight on his hip and tilted his head. He looked over the scene with narrowed eyes, and Izuku couldn’t help but swallow at the hunger in them. Shouto crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe. “But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.”
"What do you want, Icyhot?" Bakugou groaned. His hand wasn’t moving as much now that Izuku had it squeezed down tight, but his fingers were still prodding and poking and rummaging around.
"You were gone too long, so I figured something like this might've happened," Shouto said with a shrug. “You’ve been staring at him all day.”
"We weren't going to—I mean, I know what this looks like, but it's not! It's really not, Shouto," Izuku began in a rambled mess when Bakugou seemed to realize what that little spot he’d brushed over truly was. Now he was pushing and rubbing across it, sending small jolt up Izuku’s spine and making it really hard to focus on anything other than the fact that his stomach was knitting together tight and his cocklett was throbbing where it was stuck in his boxers, pressed up against Bakugou’s palm. “Oh, my God, Kacchan! I’m trying to—fuck, I’m trying to talk. Could you not?”
"I'm not mad, littlest pup," Shouto said with a shake of his head. A shiver ran through Izuku at the nickname, like it always did. But he did frown at one little change in it.
"Littlest?"
Shouto nods, looks at Bakugou. "Yes, littlest ."
"Don't fucking look at me with that fucking face, half-and-half," Bakugou growled, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. Definitely from finding Izuku’s G-spot so quickly. "I ain't your fucking puppy, and I sure as hell won't call you Daddy."
Shouto shrugged as he turned to Izuku. "You're still horny after last night."
It wasn't a question and Izuku could only nod.
"I'm here now," Shouto said softly, brushing hair out of Izuku’s face. "Go ahead and continue."
"We can continue?" Izuku repeated, looking over his shoulder at Bakugou and then back at Shouto.
"Yes."
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Really, really?” Shouto raised an eyebrow and Izuku swallowed. “Sorry, Daddy.”
"Finally," Bakugou said with a breath of air that almost sounded like a sigh of relief. Then he grabbed onto Izuku’s gym slacks and yanked them and his boxers all the way down to his thighs, leaving his behind bare for them both.
“Wait, wait, wait! Hold up!” Izuku shrieked in surprise, fingers digging so deep into the door that there were small dents under his fingertips.
“You got your Daddy’s approval, fucking what now?” If there was a better word to describe the noise Bakugou let out other than a sound pure annoyance, Izuku didn’t know it. But he didn’t stop the thrusting of his fingers, still pumping them in and out of Izuku.
“We haven’t talked properly,” Izuku said, remembering his thoughts from earlier.
“Talk about what?” Bakugou asked, his hand actually slowing down this time.
“This! What this is,” Izuku explained with a breathy moan. “What this means.”
“I thought I was clear about that yesterday.”
“Yes, sex, I get that.”
“What else is there to understand, puppy?” Shouto interjected, caressing his cheek. He closed the storage doors and turned the lock before he leaned on the door. He tilted his head onto the hard surface as Izuku met his eyes. “What’s confusing you?”
“We’re… You and I are dating, right?” Izuku more asked for confirmation than to state a fact.
“You want that to change?” Shouto’s brow furrowed.
“No!” Izuku exclaimed in a high-pitched yelp, breath getting caught in his throat with a rough pump up against his sweet spot. “I don’t, I don’t! But Kacchan—what about Kacchan?”
“What about him?” Shouto asked with a small shrug.
“What is he in this?” Izuku pushed, silently begging for some form of clarity in the whole situation. He knew that they’d talked, but they’d never actually clarified together, the three of them, what conclusion they’d come to.
“Don’t fucking talk about me like I’m not here,” Bakugou barked with annoyance. He snapped his hand roughly upwards, catching on Izuku’s pubic mount and forcing him up on his tiptoes again. Then he kept him there.
“Then what do you want from this, Bakugou?” Shouto asked in Izuku’s stead since all he could do was gurgle incoherent nonsense at the moment. “I know you want to fuck him. Is that all?”
“And what if that’s not all?” Bakugou asked with narrowed eyes. “The fuck would you do then?”
“Share,” Shouto replied simply before he looked back at Izuku. “You wouldn’t mind, would you, puppy?”
“I don’t—just want both of you,” Izuku gasped, a bit lost with the constant ministrations. “Both of you. Want both of you.”
“You’re a fucking polygamist?” Bakugou asked with surprise.
“What?” Izuku asked, looking back with confusion. He shook his head, but it wasn’t necessarily meant as a negative answer. “I mean, I love you. I love you and I want you, if that’s what it is then I guess.”
“Love who?” Bakugou asked. “There’s two of us here.”
“Yes,” Izuku replied simply.
“Smartass,” Bakugou muttered, another slap hit down hard on his behind. It made Izuku grit his teeth in pleasure. “Or do you just want an open relationship?” The blonde looked between Shouto and Izuku. “You want to see him screwed by someone else and he wants me to fuck his brains out.”
“Whatever you’re okay with,” Shouto with a shrug. “I know where I stand in this.”
“Shouldn’t be a fucking surprise that you’re into cuck with all that fucking pornography you two do on your fucking freetime,” Bakugou said with a snort. “But polygamy? I didn’t think that would be your thing, Icyhot.”
“You’re not too bad looking,” Shouto said with a small rise of his shoulders, looking Bakugou up and down with a small smirk. He licked his lips while meeting Bakugou’s eyes straight on, and Izuku could feel the shudder that ran through the blonde because it made him buck his hips against Izuku.
The image flickered through his brain, like a blurry but still clear enough picture, of Bakugou and Shouto. Together. Like Izuku and Shouto. And it made his insides spike near painfully and he moaned, gritting his teeth as he tried to grind down on the hand between his legs. He was so close with Kacchan’s palm rubbing up his cocklett and his fingers abusing his sweet spot. Just a bit more and he knew he would finally reach climax. Just a little more.
“You fucking wish, bastard,” Bakugou threatened, his voice dominant and the depth it reached made Izuku completely lose strenght. At this point, if Bakugou took his hand away, he would collapse on the floor. “I’d make you my bitch, too.”
Shouto just hummed before he grabbed Bakugou’s chin with surprising speed and pulled him close. His eyes were narrowed and smoke trickled out of the corner of his lip in a small stream rising upwards, surrounding his face in that mythical aura. The shadow of his bangs over his eyes just made the glow in his eyes all the more prominent. Izuku looked between the two alphas and shivered at the display before him.
Bakugou growled, straining against the hold before he huffed. He averted his eyes with a snarl and Shouto grinned, pleased.
He released his chin. "That’s what I thought."
Izuku knew it wasn’t directed at him, but that didn’t change the fact that it pushed him over the edge. The shudder Shouto’s alpha voice caused made his knees buckle, pushing Bakugou’s fingers upwards and pressing his palm even tighter against his weeping cocklett. The sudden pressure and stimulation made him come with a strangled gurgle, and his whole body shook as slick spilled down his legs. Sterile come stained Bakugou’s hand, dripping down his fingers and onto the floor.
He gasped for air as he rested against the door, whole torso laying flat against it and cheek pressed against the surface. His legs shook and his hips ached. His pussy clenched repeatedly around Bakugou’s fingers—that were still inside of him, mind you—while his boxers and gym slacks were stained by the drip of slick and come.
“Seriously, you two,” he panted heavily, eyes fluttering open to look over his shoulder at the two alpha’s that seemed to have completely forgotten he was there while stuck in their own little competition of dominance. “I’m here, too, you know.”
Bakugou looked a bit lost for just a split second before a shit eating grin took to his face. He licked his lips and pushed his hand up, flat against Izuku’s sensitive loins that made him weil at the sudden pressure on his already overstimulated crotch.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Kacchan, Kacchan! Wait, wait, wait!” he cried as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mind started to swim with the sudden thrusting. Thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, relentlessly abusing the bud of nerves that had brought him over the edge.
Shouto gently wrapped his hand around Izuku’s wrist before pulling him close. He wiped drool away from his chin and gave him a very soft but deceiving smile.
Too into this, Izuku thought. Shouto was too into this. He liked this.
Shouto captured his lips with his own, and the kiss was so chaste at first that Izuku whimpered into it. Just their lips pressed together. But when Bakugou ruthlessly pounded his fingers up, causing Izuku to open his mouth in a loud moan that bordered on a scream, Shouto took his chance. He deepened the kiss quickly, taking charge of the interaction before Izuku could even realize what had happened. Soon their tongues were dancing in a fight he would lose while his hips bucked against the surprisingly smooth and slicked hand between his legs, still not giving him any time to collect himself after his previous orgasm.
Izuku moaned into Shouto’s mouth and then whimpered when his long fingers joined Bakugou’s inside of his slicked pussy. Three of Bakugou’s thick digits and two of Shouto’s long, slender ones stretched his walls far and tight, his pussy hugging the fingers like a suction cup and clenching tight around them when both alpha’s simultaneously decided to spread them out like a fan.
Drool dribbled down his chin and his tongue fell out of his mouth like a panting dog. He went cross eyed for a second and everything grew white.
Too much.
It was too much!
And yet, it was not enough.
He didn’t pass out, but he also wasn’t there enough to properly register that he was sat in Shouto’s lap on one of the gym mats. Shouto was nuzzling his neck, kissing and biting and licking up what he could reach and purring gently while Bakugou spread Izuku’s legs far apart. His blood red gaze took in the sight of Izuku spread apart like a dish on christmas eve, specially made for him.
“Just as fucking perfect as yesterday,” he growled in approval, spreading Izuku’s pussy lips and grinning even wider when the hole twitched at the faintest brush of his fingers. “Your cunt is so thoroughly fucked it’s weeping for cock.”
He shouldn’t be shivering or whining over words alone, but he was and at that moment, he didn’t really care much. He keened when two fingers pushed inside of him once more to poke around inside of him only to leave far too quickly. He clenched down around nothing and whined in disappointment.
But he did muster the clarity to at least try to push upwards into a somewhat upright position. At least enough so that he wasn’t a limp ragdoll in Shouto’s lap. He groaned as his legs flexed and pushed back against the gym mat.
“Wait, we’re not doing it here, are we?” he asked, his breath still heavy. He wasn’t outright panting anymore, but he was still taking big gulps of air. He looked between Bakugou and Shouto and then around them, which made him swallow.
Shouto wrapped his arms around his midriff, pulling him flush against his torso and licked a long line up the side of his neck. “Why not? We haven’t done it here yet.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Fucking in the kitchen is fine but here in a locked storage closet is too much for you?” Bakugou interrupted with a snort that clearly called bullshit. Izuku puffed with his cheeks as his shoulders rose to his ears. There was the faintest burn in his cheeks.
“That’s not it! There might still be classes going on,” he defended. “Anyone could need gym equipment. If they see us we could get expelled.”
“You blew this asshole in the classroom during lunch. Don’t pretend like you haven’t done worse.” Bakugou outright scoffed at him, rolling his eyes before setting his eyes on Izuku’s exposed loins.
“How did you know that…?” Izuku blinked, eyes growing wide as he remembered that particular day. It had been right after Shouto had accidentally sent that first picture. It had been before any of the sexting between them and Bakugou had even started. So how did he even know about that?
“I showed him a picture,” Shouto answered him immediately, making Izuku turn around with surprising speed.
“You did what?!” he exclaimed. “You didn’t tell me that!”
“I didn’t think it was important. It was tame compared to the others,” Shouto replied with a small shrug
“Yeah, but…”
Izuku didn’t know what else to say. Because, sure, Shouto was right that a picture of him giving Shouto a blowjob was nowhere as explicit as some of the more raunchy ones they’d taken later on. They’d really gone all out. But that didn’t change the fact that a small hint of shame bubbled inside his chest.
“But?” Shouto pushed, rubbing his stomach with a warm hand. “Go on, pup. You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t speak your mind.”
“But why did you have to show him that one?” Izuku mumbled, letting his bangs cover his eyes.
They’d sent a lot of pictures and photos. Many of them lewd enough to the point that they would definitely make their parents faint if they even suspected what they were up to. But he was fine with those. Having a picture of his fucked cunt sent to a guy he wanted to fuck? Yeah, he was okay with that despite the slight embarrassment that came with it. The thrill was greater. The very thought that Bakugou might have been using those same pictures as fapping material? Even better!
But blowjobs were different.
He blushed, and averted his eyes.
“Are you serious?” Bakugou’s eyebrows flew up into his hairline. “You can show me your cunt repeatedly swallowing cock, but taking one between your lips is too much for you?”
“No! It’s just…” Izuku didn’t finish the sentence. “Blowjobs are different.”
“Different how?” Bakugou asked with a huff. His eyebrows fell back down only for one of them to rise upwards again. “It’s the same fucking thing but with these lips instead.”
Izuku swallowed when Bakugou pulled his slacks down and guided his hard member to his face. He rubbed the swollen tip along Izuku’s lips and pushed it up against his cheek. The stench of sweat and musk filled his nostrils like an airborne toxin that made his head spin. The omega in him purred and keened in delight and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
“Are you too shy to suck cock, Deku?” Bakuguo asked with what could only be described as a purr. Though it was far more primal and deep, rolling and shaking Izuku straight down to the bones.
He shook his head, carefully reaching out to touch the warm organ. He’d gotten plenty of chances to feel it thrust in and out of him, but had never gotten the opportunity to study it up close before. He’d sucked Bakugou off during their threesome yesterday, but he’d been so high on adrenaline and pheromones that it was all a blur of physical pleasure. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d gone into heat because of it all.
But now he had the chance to actually touch it. Feel it between his fingers. Explore it and map it out as he wanted to without restrictions. Remember the way it curved and the shift in size around the base to the head. Memorize the weight of it and the way one particular vein stood out more promantly to the others, and how the head was a slightly different shape to Shouto’s.
“This little pupper loves sucking cock, doesn’t he?” Shouto purred into his ear, pushing a finger into Izuku’s mouth and pulling on the corner. Izuku nodded.
Because he did, shame aside. There was just something about having a hard cock shoved deep down his throat and having hot, endless spurts of semen forced down his gullet that made his pussy gush like a waterfall. But that didn’t mean that it was easy to accept all of the time. It was such a vulnerable position to take. So submissive, to sit down on his knees before someone and willingly give them access to his throat, and thus, his airways. He couldn’t remember how many times Shouto had nearly choked him by pressing so far down that his balls were resting snug against Izuku’s chin and holding him there.
And it made his whole body shudder and tingle, and God, he wanted that now.
“I’m starting to think your Daddy is just hyping you up for fucking nothing,” Bakugou said with a grin, looking down at Izuku in that way that was so reminicent of the glares he’d give when they were in middle school. The look that had been part of Izuku’s realization that he liked being pushed around just a little too much for it to be normal. And getting manhandled? Yeah, that wouldn’t be fine if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d had such confusing emotions regarding his childhood friend for so long. “Maybe I need to tie you up again to get you to do as your fucking told. Is that it, Deku? You wanna be pushed down and forced to do whatever the fuck I want? Do you like being powerless and used as a cumdumpster?” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed and his grin split wide on his face. “Do you have a fucking rape kink, Deku?”
“I do not have a rape kink!” Izuku exclaimed, pushing up as his face burned and eyes blew wide open. His face hardened and he tightened his lips, pouting with his cheeks puffed out. “I just like getting manhandled a bit… okay? It doesn’t have to be so dramatic, you know?”
“Oh, yeah?” Bakugou asked with a raised eyebrow. The glint in his eye said Izuku was about to eat his words, and barely a second later, his jaw was wrenched open by Bakugou’s fingers pushing into his mouth. They pushed his lips far apart and then his mouth was filled with cock.
Izuku instinctively inhaled through his nose, vision going blurry and his nostrils filling with the musky scent of crotch that should probably be more disgusting than it was. But somehow it had that added tinge of caramel to it and that scent was purely Bakugou, and Bakugou had always made his brain and body confused with emotions and reactions he hadn’t always been able to understand. So he parted his lips even farther. As far as he could make them, so used to Shouto’s massive size that would push at the corners of his lips. But with Kacchan he could close them a bit, and let his cheeks relax as the bead of precome popped on his tongue.
The hands moved from his jaw and mouth to the back of his head. He got the chance to meet those red eyes, and he knew exactly what was about to happen even before Bakugou gripped his hair tight enough that his scalp exploded with pain. Then he was pushed flush up against Bakugou’s pubes while his dick pushed deep down Izuku’s throat. The explosive alpha slammed his hips against Izuku’s lips for added effect.
Okay, maybe he liked being forced just a little. A tiny smidge. The barest hint of that little play of maybe I do or maybe I don’t . That didn’t mean he had a—No! Manhandled. That’s what it was. Period.
Despite the rough phase and the brutal slap of hips against his lips and Bakugou’s balls against his chin, Izuku still managed to do his own part in the act. He somehow got the chance to lick across the head when Bakugou pulled out just enough for the alpha to grip his hair even tighter and dig claws into his scalp. When he pushed back in, Izuku would either hum, hollow out his cheeks to suck with it or clench his throat. He wanted to use his hands to help, but Shouto had them trapped in a firm hold behind his back, and it was definitely not adding to the scenario.
Not at all.
Nothing.
It didn’t make his pussy clench. It didn’t. Or make his dick throb where it lay spent, slowly being brought back to life. And it definitely didn’t make his head spin.
Not. At. All.
“Keep your hands where they are, puppy,” Shouto ordered as he slowly released Izuku’s arms. He couldn’t nod in confirmation since his mouth was full of cock, but he gurgled a reply anyway.
Shouto slowly pulled the zipper down on his gym jacket, taking his sweet time to remove it and then wrap it around Izuku’s arms. Then it got cold. Very cold, and Shouto’s breath created a white cloud next to Izuku’s ear before kissing his cheek with lips that might as well have been made out of ice.
“Good boy,” Shouto purred, then he grabbed his legs and said, “Squat, baby.”
Izuku knew immediately what Shouto was planning as he put his feet down on the gym mat on either side of Shouto’s crossed thighs. His crotch hovered just right above Shouto’s strained pants and when Shouto pulled them down enough to release his hard cock, Izuku could feel the heat it radiated before it had even touched his very hungry cunt.
“Sit.”
His legs caved like a tree branch breaking off and Shouto’s hands on his hips guided him down just right for the thick head to push inside without much resistance.
His eyes rolled back into the back of his head as Shouto pushed inside with a slow and agonizing stretch, cock as cold as an ice cube making him clamp down tight on the intruder entering his nethers. Meanwhile, he didn't get the chance to properly focus on it when Kacchan thrust deep into his throat. The outline pushed against his throat while Izuku's lips kissed along his pubes. The prickly hairs tickled his nose and cheeks before Bakugou yanked him backwards with a firm grip on his hair. He gasped for air only to be stuffed full in less than a second.
When Bakugou pulled out, Shouto yanked him down until his asscheeks slapped against his thighs. He would’ve screamed in delight at the depth if it wasn’t for the fact that Bakugou yanked his head upwards and stuffed his throat full again a split second later.
His thighs shook with the angle and tears pricked the corners of his eyes as the two alphas seemed to match each other’s rhythms just right. Finding some kind of balance between each other while Izuku worked as the spring in the middle.
Bakugou’s hands were stuck in his hair, working his mouth to fit his own pleasure while Shouto had his free. Because when Izuku found the proper rhythm to bounce on, his hands started to wander elsewhere. They traveled up and forward, one hand finding his cocklett being thrown up and down and about at each thrust. He gripped it tight and smeared the weeping tip around with his thumb before he started jerking it up and down. His other hand found its way in under Izuku’s shirt and played a cold thumb over a very sensitive nipple. Pulling, tugging, pushing and digging at the nub till it made Izuku convulse. The fact that his lips were playing around with his earlobe and sucking hickeys into the revealed area of his neck didn’t make any of it easier.
The fact that he came first was just embarrassing at this point. Slick gushed out of him like a flood and come sprayed over Shouto’s hand and even reached Bakugou’s pants. Meanwhile, Bakugou did some last desperate thrusts into his throat, teeth gritting together so tight that the grind could be heard before he came down Izuku’s throat with a roar, knot swelling inside his lips and stomach being filled with hot spurts of come.
He knew Shouto would last the longest. His stamina was inhumane, but he seemed to get bored quickly with being the only one who hadn’t reached climax and guided Izuku right to finally push himself over the edge. With hands on Izuku’s hips, leaving two burns behind from the drastic temperature change, he pulled him down onto his knot and came, painting his insides white and filling his womb up.
It was a bit difficult to breathe with the knot stuffed between his lips. So much bigger than Shouto’s and pushing so tight that he could barely get proper air down into his lungs. But he relaxed as much as he could when he felt Shouto’s hands around his throat and slowly working on his lips, taking their sweet time to massage Izuku’s mouth open by gently pushing his fingers into the corners.
“Relax, puppy, just relax,” Shouto whispered soothingly in his ear. He kissed along his jawline as he worked, and when Izuku finally dislodged he purred in delight. “There we go. You’re so amazing, puppy. You’ve made Daddy very proud.”
They remained there for a while, sitting in a small pile of exhausted bodies as they each caught their breath. Izuku was an exhausted heap of flesh in Shouto’s arms and Bakugou sat with his legs outstretched in front of them, leaning on his arms with his head tilted back. His whole body was flushed red and his dick hung limp between his legs. It was thicker and longer than Shouto’s when he was flaccid, Izuku noted. Shower, he corrected in his mind.
“How are you feeling, littlest pup?” Shouto asked with a nudge against his cheek. Izuku purred and nuzzled into the side of his neck.
“I’m fine. A little sore, maybe,” he replied, voice hoarse and throat definitely feeling the effects of having a dick forced down into it. “This wasn’t what I was expecting today.”
“Do you ever?” Shouto asked with an amused twitch of his lips. He gave a long lick up Izuku’s cheek.
“Sometimes,” Izuku giggled.
“You two are fucking disgusting,” Bakugou groaned, sitting up properly and crossing his legs. He rested his elbow on his knee and put his head in his hand. “Do you always get this sappy after sex?”
Shouto rolled his eyes. “Aftercare.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to be all soft and squishy,” Bakugou said with a snort.
“I like it,” Izuku added quietly, pursing his lips. “It makes me feel better afterwards.”
“Of course, it fucking does,” Bakugou barked with a roll of his eyes. “That’s what aftercare is supposed to do!”
“You changed your mind about it quickly,” Shouto said with amusement.
“That’s not fucking it! Aftercare is just fucking important,” Bakugou defended, looking away with a huff.
“Uhm… Kacchan?” Izuku slowly spoke up. His heart was beating away like an overly abused drum in his chest and he had to take a deep, calming breath to not chicken out.
“What?” The alpha glanced at him with sharp red eyes and it sent a shiver up his spine.
"Does this mean…" Izuku began slowly, pressing both of his index fingers together by the tips and pursing his lips. "Are you sort of like—can I call you my boyfriend now, too?"
"Call me whatever," Bakugou replied with a shrug. Despite the show of disinterest, Izuku could see the twitch in his lips and the glint of victory in his eyes. Izuku narrowed his eyes.
"So if I break up with Shouto—I won't! It's just an example—I can go date someone else?" Izuku pushed. He was pretty sure he had Bakugou caught where he wanted him, but he also wanted confirmation. He wanted verbal confirmation and not just hunches and long glances that hid deeper meanings.
"If you fucking dare!" Bakugou growled, grabbing his jaw, nearly covering his mouth with his fist. Izuku's cheeks squished and his lips pursed.
"But if you're not my boyfriend—" Izuku pointed out and the glare he got back was enough for him to shut up. "So~" he continued carefully in a singsong tone. "If I'm not allowed to date someone else if things end with me and Shouto because we have some unspecified relationship, then wouldn't that be like us dating? All three of us?"
He glanced between Bakugou and Shouto as best he could with the tight grip on his face.
"Stop making references to us breaking up, puppy," Shouto said sternly with a hint of a threat behind it.
Izuku swallowed but nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
"Fine, you're fucking mine, and if you dare to see someone else other than me and the half-and-half asshole, I'll make you fucking regret it, you hear me, Deku?" Bakugou relented with a gruff huff.
"Yes," Izuku answered obediently, but his grin was wide and blinding.
"Stop grinning like that. His knot should go down in a few minutes," Bakugou said with a nod towards Shouto. He grabbed at Izuku’s crotch and his breath hitched at the rough touch to the still very sensitive area. "I'll fuck that smug look right off your stupid face."
“Well, technically it should be about thirty mintues before his knot goes down,” Izuku began before he stopped. He pursed his lips once more and frowned. He glanced down and then at Shouto to Bakugou. "What do I call you? Or should I call him—?"
"No," Shouto replied immediately with a clear warning in his voice.
The blonde gave a very nonchalant shrug. "He's the one with the Daddy kink."
"Right. Kacchan for now,” Izuku spoke with a nod. Then he tilted his back, resting against Shouto’s torso and leaning his head on his shoulder. “Uhm…”
"What?" Bakugou asked with a hint of a groan. "You got anything else to say?"
"I, uh… last time—yesterday, when we, you know—you guys wanted to go again, more than once. Right after you both pulled out, too, you went again, so…" He trailed off, rolling his fingers around each other in a circle as if to convey the amount of times they’d spent fucking yesterday.
Bakugou growled. His head fell to the side before it rolled back to then snap up with a scowl. He raised his hand, palm up as a few explosions lit up in his hand. "Get to the point, Deku.”
"Yesterday we went the entire night," Shouto agreed with a nod and a kiss to Izuku’s cheek.
Izuku chuckled awkwardly. He licked his lips and then fiddled with his fingers.
"Yes, for more than just the night," Izuku said, remembering the many, many hours into the early afternoon the day after. When they'd finally fallen asleep once the two were finally content, it had been just a couple of hours before school started. They'd barely had time to wash up before running to class, and Shouto had had to carry Izuku down to the omega wash room because he'd been too exhausted to walk. It was a miracle he’d even managed to stand on two legs today at all. Though, he was going to admit that he’d been using Float to help make it easier. "But, should I prepare myself for something like that again or can we please wait until the weekend? I'm still a bit sore."
"Does it hurt?" Shouto asked, running his fingers through Izuku’s hair. He brushed some back behind his ear before he scraped his nails over his scalp.
"No, but I don't think it'll be good to go more right after. It's just been a few hours," Izuku said, turning his head enough so he could look Shouto in the eye as he spoke. He also made a point to look at Bakugou, too. Just to not make him feel left out. It was the three of them from now on, after all. "I'm not used to the both of you yet, and I'm not too sure my body can handle it right now. Once is one thing but twice with the both of you—especially after such a short period of time… that's just too much."
Bakugou clicked his tongue in clear annoyance. He looked away as he leaned back on his arms with a scowl.
"But I promise, if we don't have any work studies this weekend," Izuku hurried to say. He didn’t finish the sentence, letting the silent promise linger unspoken. But he knew from the way the two alphas looked at each other and shared a very hungry glance that what he hadn’t said aloud had been well conveyed to the both of them.
“You’re a real fucking cockslut,” Bakugou said, a grin splitting across his face.
“Am not!” Izuku exclaimed, his cheeks bursting out in a bright red blush. “I just like being physically close to the people I love.”
“He’s a cockslut,” Shouto confirmed in a husky breath, blowing hot air along his ear right after licking up the shell and sucking on his earlobe.
Izuku puffed his cheeks and pointedly looked away from them both. He crossed his arms and pursed his lips into a pout. “That’s not my fault…”