Work Text:
“Quit fuckin’ gawking and just answer the damn question, Deku.” Kacchan’s voice pulled Izuku out of his trance. He stared straight ahead at the angry blonde, his face beet red.
“Katsuki, chill out; you’re gonna scare him off if you talk like that,” Kirishima scolds him, but there’s nothing to it that makes Izuku think he means it; there’s a sly grin on his face and a hungry look in his eyes that the boy has never seen before.
“So, Izuku,” Kirishima turns to him now and he suppresses a full body shudder at the sound of his given name coming from Kiri’s mouth, “what d'ya say?”
Izuku looks between the two boys in an attempt to regain some control of the situation, but the two have crowded him into a corner and practically boxed him in with their bodies. Kacchan’s arms are crossed as he glares down at him, and one of Kiri’s arms is placed precariously on the teen’s shoulder as he leans in close, awaiting his answer.
Izuku takes a shuddering breath; it’s not like he had planned to say no anyways.
“A-ah, Kacchan,” Izuku moans. His back arches up as Katsuki’s fingers scissor inside him, just barely grazing his prostate and sending a spark of pleasure up his spine. Kirishima chuckles lowly behind him and stroked a soothing hand against his torso.
Izuku is currently trapped between a rock and a hard place, and he honestly couldn’t be more delighted about it. The rock, Kirishima, was behind him, flush to his back, one arm partially around his waist while the other wrapped around his upper chest and under his arms to hold him in place. The arm around his waist was much looser as a hand languidly stroked his hard cock.
On the other hand, the hard place, also known as Katsuki, was between his knees with one hand under the crook of his knee and the other working open his entrance, two fingers in his ass.
Katsuki smirks predatorily up at him, but his eyes shift to Kirishima and it turns into a full on grin.
“Such a good boy, Zuku,” Kirishima places a light kiss on his neck, “Don’t you think so, Katsuki?” With a snort, Katsuki thrusts his fingers back into the boy harder this time, eliciting an obscene moan from his lips.
“Seems like more of a slut to me,” the digits push back in again, right against his prostate, and Izuku practically wails. His hips try feebly to push up, push down towards the digits, but Kirishima’s grasp keeps him in place, “Nothin’ good moans like that .” Katsuki’s grin doesn’t fade. He leans his head down towards Izuku’s thigh and gives it a tentative lick before biting down hard on the soft, milky skin. He cries out and Kirishima shushes him, his hand on his dick moving to caress his chest.
Izuku whines at the loss of stimulation, but Kirishima’s gentle hand comes up to run light touches against his face.
“So harsh,” He hears Kirishima whisper in the crook of his neck, and he wonders if he was even meant to hear it. “ I think he’s a good boy. Are you gonna be a good boy for us, Zuku?” The words sound almost teasing, and Izuku can’t figure out if he’s supposed to answer or not. He sees Katsuki roll his eyes, and another bite follows, lower on his thigh this time, close enough that he can feel the other teen’s hot breath on his crotch.
“Well? You better answer him, dumb nerd.” Katsuki’s fingers pull out of him and suddenly Izuku is back in the moment, the center of attention. The light trail of kisses Kirishima was leaving on his shoulder stops as he stares, waiting for his reply.
“I-I’ll be good, Kiri, I promise,” Izuku’s reply comes out breathy and he struggles not to squirm in his lap. Kirishima lets out a little tsk at his answer, still not satisfied.
“I’m going to have my dick in you and you still won’t call me my first name?” He questions. The gentle touch on his cheek turns into a firm grip on his chin as he’s turned to look the redhead in the eyes. “Say my name, Izuku.”
Izuku can feel the flush on his face and down his shoulders, knows that familiar churn of embarrassment in his gut, but he’s too preoccupied looking at Kirishima to care. He had never really thought about how hot he was, how mesmerizing his eyes were, how sharp and enticing his teeth seemed. He wanted him to sink those teeth in and never let go, for Katsuki’s hands to never leave his thighs, for them both to hold on to him forever.
Katsuki’s hand, still slick with lube, finds it’s way around Izuku’s cock, taking the space where Kirishima’s used to be. Izuku opens his mouth to speak,
“E-Eijirou-” he’s cut off by his own whine and follows it with a needy, “ please .”
Kirishima- no, Eijirou smiles at him now, warmer than he thought possible.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” His gaze flickers to Katsuki and flashes him a wicked grin.
“Please kiss me,” Izuku begs, and that certainly wasn’t what Eijirou was expecting if the way his eyes widen is any indication.
“He did what you asked, might as well give him a treat,” Katsuki speaks up from his place between his legs and pushes himself upwards and towards his companions. He plants a kiss on Izuku’s collarbone and up his shoulders. He looks at Eijirou again and Izuku thinks for a moment that they have their own secret language he can’t understand, discussing him with only their eyes.
Eijirou lets out a little appreciative hum and leans forward, lips barely brushing Izuku’s before he pulls back.
“What the fuck was that? Kiss him for real, shitty hair!” Katskui barks, startling both of his companions. A shiver runs down Izuku’s spine at the implication. Did Eijirou not want to kiss him?
“He doesn’t have to! Ki-Eijirou, really, it’s okay if you don’t want to!” Izuku pipes up, his voice more like a squeak than anything. Eijirou frowns at this.
“No, honey, that’s not it,” he says, and good lord he was going to kill Izuku with all the pet names, “you’re just not used to the teeth; didn’t want to scare you with em’.”
“Oh!” Izuku feels the blush creep back up his cheeks and he laughs, half from excitement and half from nerves, “I really don’t mind the teeth, so don’t worry about hurting me or anything.” He mumbles the last part, trying to avert his gaze but there’s two pairs of eyes on him and he can’t really turn his head. Eijirou lets out a little breathy laugh, his thumb rubbing against Izuku’s cheek.
“So manly,” he teases, “but I think I might need Katsuki to demonstrate a ‘real kiss’ for me first.” He smirks back at Katsuki, who’s face is currently in what seems to be a permanent frown, but he grumbles out a fine, dumbass . Izuku expects him to kiss Eijirou, but instead his own lips are pressed into a fast, heavy kiss and he gasps against it. Katsuki wastes no time slipping in his tongue and his hand comes up to brace himself against Izuku’s chest. The boy barely notices the loss of contact on his dick, the breathlessness and the dizzying feeling of the kiss occupying the last few brain cells he has left.
Katsuki’s tongue slides along Izuku’s teeth and the inside of his cheek and then he’s pulling back, seemingly over, until the teen’s teeth graze over his bottom lip and he bites , almost as hard as he had on his thigh. Izuku whines into it and Katsuki finally leans back, staring at the mess he left of the other boy. Izuku’s lips are swollen and red, partially from the kiss and partially from the blood. His eyes seem almost glazed over as he pants, and one of his shaky hands comes up to wipe off a drop of the red liquid.
Katsuki smirks and licks his own lips, “It’s not his teeth you’ve gotta worry about, Deku, it’s mine.” Izuku nods a weak confirmation and Eijirou laughs for real now.
“Jesus, Katsuki, I told you not to be too rough! You broke him!” Katsuki waves him off.
“Nah, nothin’ he can’t handle. Ain’t that right, Deku? You still wanna get fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, please, I still want you to fuck me!” Izuku nods more enthusiastically Eijirou laughs again, lighter this time, and steadies his face before pulling him into another kiss.
It’s much slower than Katsuki’s, more patient. He licks at Izuku’s bloody bottom lip and the boy opens up, allowing Eijirou to slide his tongue in. Izuku can taste chai tea on his tongue, no doubt Katsuki had made it for him earlier, and something so purely Eijirou, and he thinks he never wants to taste anything else in his life.
He’s vaguely aware of Katsuki’s hands roaming down his chest, but doesn’t really pay attention until he can feel his hot breath on his cock. He startles at the sensation, groaning into the kiss, but Eijirou just continues to kiss him, his thumb still rubbing soothing circles against his cheek.
Katsuki licks at the tip of Izuku’s dick and he moans, breaking the kiss, and Eijirou finally lets up. Instead, his lips find purchase on the teen’s neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. Katsuki gives kitten licks up and down his length, uncharacteristically slow, before kissing the tip and taking him entirely in his mouth.
Izuku cries out, hips bucking and hands gripping helplessly in the blonde’s hair as he sucks him down.
“He’s really good at that, isn’t he? And he looks so pretty with his lips around a cock.” Eijirou purrs close to Izuku’s ear, and the thought of Katsuki sucking off the redhead sends another wave of heat to his cheeks. Katsuki obviously appreciates the image, too, because he hums around Izuku’s dick and hollows his cheeks, bobbing up and down the shaft.
“Kachhan, f-fuck, I’m gonna,” His grip tightens in his hair but he doesn’t stop; if anything, it spurs him on. He picks up the pace, the obscene sounds of it filling the room, and Izuku practically sobs as he cums down Katsuki’s throat. The blonde holds himself in place for a moment before pulling off with a wet pop , a little dribble of cum running down his chin.
Eijirou chuckles, reaching a hand towards him and swiping the bit of cum off his chin. He brings it to him own mouth and licks it off, and a noise almost like a growl comes from Katsuki’s throat.
“Did you have fun, ‘tsuki?” Eijirou taunts. Izuku expects a yell or a strike from Katsuki, but all he gets is a grumble of fuck you.
“Let’s hurry up and fuck him already; I can tell you’re just about fed up, too.” Katsuki speaks like Izuku isn’t there, but he might as well not be with how blissed out he is after that blowjob. He lays limp in Eijirou’s arms, panting heavily. “I could tell you were thrustin’ up behind him.” Eijirou laughs sheepishly in response.
“I don’t know if he can take it now. You’ve just about killed him twice tonight.” The redhead responds. His free hand traces along Izuku’s ribs with featherlight touches.
“Oi, dipshit, are you listenin’?” Katsuki barks out, giving Izuku’s thigh a hard smack. He jumps, well, as much as he can in Eijirou’s grip, and stares down at the blonde.
“Do you think you can still handle us? Don’t feel pressured to say yes, because it’s okay if you can’t,” he pauses to huff out a small laugh, “ someone was a little to rough with you.”
Right, that’s why he’s here, isn’t it?
“We wanna fuck you, Deku. Both of us. At the same time.” He remembers Katsuki telling him before Eijirou cut in.
“Only if you want to! We understand that this is a kind of weird request ,” Yeah, like Izuku cared how weird it was. Just the thought of those two inside him was enough to get him excited, so obviously he had agreed. This was part of the deal, and like he said, it’s not like he had planned to say no anyways.
“No- yes, Eiji, I-I can take it, I want it, want you both inside me, please, I promise I can handle it, really!”
Eijirou doesn’t give him a smile or a laugh this time; he just looks at Katsuki and then back at Izuku with a gaze full of lust, full of hunger.
“How can we say no to a request like that?” Eijirou finally speaks, and it’s Katsuki’s turn to laugh now.
“I told you he’s a slut.” Is all he has to add before Eijirou’s hands move to Izuku’s thighs, pushing them against his own torso and pulling him up above his cock.
“‘One more time, sweetheart. Tell me you want it.” Kirishima commands, voice low and sultry and so close to Izuku’s ear that he can feel the vibrations down his spine.
“I want it so bad, Eiji, please. I want you and Kacchan inside me, I need you inside me, please just fuck me already!” He whines, and with another kiss to his shoulder he’s being lowered down onto Eijirou’s thick, hard cock. He’s still lubed up from Katsuki’s fingering beforehand and he slips down with only a bit of resistance until Eiji is fully sheathed inside him, flush against his ass. He hears a whispered fuck come from Katsuki, and yeah, fuck . Eijirou is stretching him so nicely, he feels so full, and yet he still wants more; he still wants Katsuki.
“Kacchan,” he speaks but his voice is barely more than a whisper, “please.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you, dumbass. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” Katsuki assures him with another kiss, more tender this time, but still more desperate than Eiji’s. He pulls back all too soon until Izuku sees him coat his dick with more lube, and then he can’t complain.
Katsuki lines himself up against his entrance before pushing the head in. All three of them groan; Izuku’s so tight around their dicks as they fill him up. Izuku can feel the familiar burn of pain from the stretch, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. The sensation grounds him and adds almost a new spark of pleasure to the mixture of sensations in his brain and his stomach. His own dick is already at attention again, precum leaking against his stomach as it twitches.
Katsuki pushes in much slower, an amount of self control that Izuku didn’t know the blonde had, but soon he’s fully inside him as well. He can see the bulge of their cocks in his stomach and he runs his hand against it.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. You love taking us inside you, don’t you?” Katsuki whispers into his shoulder. The two stay still, giving the boy a moment to adjust. Izuku moans and nods his head in agreement.
“So good, Zuku, you feel so good. Do you think you’re adjusted yet?” Eijirou adds, still peppering soothing kisses against his shoulders and his neck.
“Yes, I’m good, please just move already.” Izuku breathes out. Katsuki and Eijirou share another glance, and Katsuki nods before starting to pull out. It’s painstakingly slow, the drag of his cock inside him sending a never ending stream of static up his spine, until he bucks back in and Izuku wails. The head of his cock drags against his prostate as tears of pleasure well up in his eyes.
“Tell us if it’s too much,” Eijirou says, and it’s his only warning before he’s pulling out as well, much faster than Katsuki, and thrusting back in just as fast and twice as hard. As Katsuki pulls out, Eijirou thrusts in in a loop of overwhelming pleasure. His head swims and he’s barely aware of the string of moans and cries coming from his mouth.
One of Katsuki’s calloused hands wraps around Izuku’s dick and he’s coming with a silent cry. His hole clenches around his two companions and almost instantly they’re coming as well, both buried deep inside him.
Izuku opens his eyes and wonders when he passed out. He feels a cold, wet rag against his stomach and his gaze meets Katsuki’s, who’s currently wiping streaks of cum of his stomach.
“Welcome back to the real world, Deku.” He says, and Izuku swears he sees a hint of a smile at the edge of his lips.
“You fucked the life out of me.” Izuku says flatly, but he can’t help but laugh when he hears Eijirou’s own chuckle from the bathroom. He emerges in only a pair of boxers, and if he weren’t so tired, Izuku might have blushed.
“Seriously though, was that okay?”
“Was it okay?” Izuku looks at him incredulously, “It was amazing .”
“Was it amazing enough for you to be our boyfriend?” Katsuki stands up to put the wet towel in the bin, like the words that just came out of his mouth aren’t the biggest deal of the century, and Izuku shoots up into a sitting position. He winces a bit at the movement and Eijirou spits out a warning for him to be careful .
“Are you serious? You mean, like, both of you? All three of us together?” His gaze shifts between the two, and Eijirou smiles again, warm and soft in a way that makes Izuku’s heart melt.
“If you want that, then yes, both of us.”
Izuku pauses, but then he realizes there’s only one answer he could ever give. It’s not like he was planning on saying no, anyways.