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Katsuki is a lot of things. He's smart, athletic, good-looking, hot-headed… the list goes on. But behind closed doors, beneath the hero costume and facades lies a part of Katsuki no one has seen before.
Except for a select few.
A web page being left unsupervised and a certain redheaded best friend of his happening upon it was the end all. Or so he thought at the time. He’d envisioned Eijirou running for the hills – maybe laughing at him and saying how gross of a thought it is. Because that's all he expected it to stay as. A dirty fantasy that wouldn't come to life in any way for him.
He was wrong.
It escalated somewhere he’d only dreamt of. Eijirou approached him about the subject with a seriousness that took him aback. “One night,” he said, “The others already said they were in. What do you say?”
It didn't end at ‘one night’.
Just like that evening, where he was pleasured to the point of tears, he's here again, naked and prepped. They initially experimented with other methods after the first night together, learning each other's likes and dislikes. Tonight might be just like that. He isn't sure yet.
Hands grip the pillow beneath his head. His lower back pushes heavily into the mattress and back up again. At this rate, the bed springs are going to wear out with how much they rattle them.
“You're doing so good.” A deep voice says. There's just a little bit of light to see from the lamp on the nightstand, but the shadows cloak Eijirou on top of him in just the right way to not get a good glimpse of his expression. Not that he needs to see, or can considering his vision is filled with the view of soft balls smacking his nose.
His palms want to pop since he's overwhelmed, but can't. They were able to find (see: borrow) a pair of quirk cancelling cuffs for the evening so he didn't ruin the sheets he was currently laying in. If they were his own it would be different, but these ones aren't flame proof.
He wants to say the redhead’s name, to let him know he's been acknowledged and heard. But his mouth is… occupied. Though Katsuki can't see it, Eijirou's dick swings when he begins to ride Katsuki's cock. His ass swallows him, sucking on his shaft when he raises only to fall down, keeping a good rhythm.
The cock lodged between his lips does the same. It's smaller in size compared to the redhead's but it still takes Katsuki's breath away. It slides into the tight channel of his throat, beginning to pick up in pace. Spit forms around the length, running down the side of his face to collect along his neck. Thank goodness Katsuki doesn't have a gag reflex.
Eijirou is larger than Katsuki in muscle and height and yet takes Katsuki like a professional. His hands stay perched on his marked-up chest, mostly for leverage but also balance. He may not have a good look at Eijirou, but he can tell his gaze never leaves him.
“So big.” Eijirou breathes. He moves faster, taking in Katsuki's cock like he was made to. “I love how you feel inside me. D’you know that?”
Eijirou knows just what to say. He pushes the right buttons. Does the right things. Makes the right moves. Having him as his best friend for years meant sharing information you never thought you would, and Eijirou takes full advantage of that.
Hissing in a breath when the dick in his mouth pulls out to allow him to breathe, he digs his fingernails in the plush of the pillow, glaring down at a spot by Eijirou hips. A snort and a short view of dark hair makes him click his teeth and rasp out, “S-Stop fucking around down there and put your fucking fingers in me.”
Hanta peeks over, giving a sly grin. “Oh? Are you getting antsy? I thought having Denki facefucking you and you fucking Eijirou would satisfy you for now.”
He's been teasing his rim since Eijirou jumped on top of him around five minutes ago. His legs are spread enough to give him full access to do what he pleases, regardless of Eijirou's ass clapping Katsuki's thighs and partially throwing off his groove.
A hand grips the underside of his knee, forcing him to bend it further to open his ass more. He lets go briefly when it's in position, the fingers near his entrance leaving for a moment and then coming back wet.
“It would be if you’d keep your hands to yourself– fuck!” He can't focus on multiple things at once. With Eijirou continuing to ride him and Hanta pressing a finger in his ass, his words get jumbled.
“It's alright, Kacchan.” Denki runs trembling hands through Katsuki's hair. “Stop worrying so much. We've got you.”
He's right. It would be easier to just shut his brain off and allow whatever happens to take its course. But he's anxious. These nights never have any sort of itinerary or schedule, and after being decent to people for the week, anything could be added as incentive for that behavior to continue.
“Hanta is right, Katsuki.” A higher pitched voice says from the corner of the room. “Guess you're really pent up tonight, huh?”
He can recognize that cadence anywhere. Her face shows up upside down from his perspective as she crawls onto the bed and perches above his head next to Denki.
She's barren of clothing, exposing herself completely for everyone's viewing pleasure, but mostly Katsuki's. He has been with his fair share of women in the past, but Mina Ashido never failed to make him quiver. There is something magnetic about her and her mannerisms when she beds him. Her voice turns all syrupy and her touches give him goosebumps, much like Eijirou's or Denki's. Her fingers are more delicate, reaching in places with a softness he can't find anywhere else.
Plus she knew how to fuck. Katsuki shivers thinking of last week.
“How does Ei feel?” She trails a gentle digit over Katsuki's cheekbone, using her other hand to stroke Denki's half chub. “How does Hanta feel? Tell them, sweet thing.”
Katsuki looks down at the men towards his lower half. Eijirou smirks, rubbing a hand down Katsuki's chest before he grips his own cock and starts stroking it, matching Mina's pace on Denki's. He never lets up his bouncing. Hanta adds a second finger, scissoring Katsuki open and brushing the edge of his prostate.
“G-Good.” He stammers. Gritting his teeth, he tries to maintain composure, or get a handle on it at least.
“Yeah?” Mina chuckles, “How good?” Her hand moves to the shell of his ear, “Be specific.”
Gods, how can he explain without making a fool of himself? Eijirou's heat surrounding his dick and Hanta messing with his insides at the same time is a lot. Too much, if he's being honest. But he also can't get enough. He… he…
“I wan’ more.” He mumbles. His cheeks grow ruddy, matching the color of the bite marks on his neck, courtesy of all three men. He wants to fuck and be fucked. He wants more bites. More claims on his body. More more more of that and less less less of the unknown.
He's close. The tightness in his stomach and minute tremor in his whole body is something the whole squad notices easily now. Eijirou pants, moving faster. “Yeah. Yeah. Come on, Katsuki.” He urges, “Cum for us. You can do it. I know you can.”
Hearing that throws him over. Lightning shoots up his back, and not by Denki's quirk. His orgasm hits him so hard it causes him to arch his back. Denki and Mina watch enamored, all while Eijirou topples with him, his spend landing on Katsuki's sweaty stomach. Hanta doesn't relent. He shoves his fingers in Katsuki harder. He isn't done stretching him after all.
One rule they’ve all mutually agreed to is they don't end things after Katsuki cums one time. That isn't how they operate. Katsuki has to release at least twice, if not three times before they're all satisfied. Initially, before this little unexpected arrangement, Katsuki didn't need it more than once, but he can't feel content without going that step further anymore.
So though Katsuki is sensitive and overstimulated, he lets Hanta go on.
Mina hums, cupping his jaw and forcing him to look at her. A grin slides on her face. “Oh, Katsuki.” She purrs, “There we go. One down.”
All he can make is a hum. Faintly he registers Eijirou getting off of him. Hanta adds a fourth. Mina continues with her soft encouraging praises.
“You've been such a good boy recently, haven't you?” She coos, “I know how hard it must be to stay quiet when people try to hassle you, but I'm proud that you aren't letting them get in your head.”
Proud. That word makes his skin tingle. He's heard that from his parents and the occasional slip up from Best Jeanist, but hearing it from his friends makes his heart skip. His lower lip wobbles but he covers it up with a cough. The pink on his cheeks gives him away though.
A while back he made a scene after a villain attack and building collapse. The press were on him before he could even leave the scene, asking him questions about casualties and the like. Katsuki, already at the end of his rope, went completely ballistic on a particular reporter who didn't take “fuck off” for an answer.
His public image was a little messed up, but he basically got a slap on the wrist and told not to do that again. It didn't phase him and in his opinion, the bastard deserved that treatment.
It wasn’t anything new for Katsuki to get treated like that due to his behavior and temperament, but damn, did his partners have a fucking field day with him later. He ended the night deep in the pits of subspace, surrounded by his squad after their scene was filled with degradation and discipline.
But here, with Mina stroking his jaw, Denki running his hands through his sweat-damp hair, Eijirou riding his dick while Hanta teases his hole…
This isn’t a night of experimentation. This isn’t a night without a plan. No.
This is an evening for him.
They're pampering him.
Katsuki whines from the back of his throat. He gets dizzy by blood rushing to his groin so fast. His ass squeezes around Hanta’s fingers, earning him a choke of surprise. Mina’s eyes widen along with Denki's, who gives her a look. Then she masks her shock easily, her face melting into one he's familiar with. “What do you want?”
He can't put it into words. His actions will have to do the talking. Letting go of the pillow, he grabs her thigh and yanks her towards him. She loses her balance and ends up putting her hands on top of Katsuki's chest.
He whines once more and licks his lips, absently sending his hips down Hanta's fingers. Mina gasps. Her lips curl into a grin. “Oh. You want me on top, don't you?”
Katsuki digs his fingernails into her flesh. Denki moans nearby. Eijirou crawls back onto the bed, getting comfortable next to Denki.
He now has the undivided attention of all four of his friends. Hanta watches him while fingering his ass, Eijirou pinches a pink perky nipple, Denki runs his fingers through blond hair, and Mina… she lifts up and plants her pussy right on Katsuki's face.
It doesn't take long for him to get to work. His tongue licks over her folds, dipping into her entrance, but not far enough to really make her feel it. If anything, he's teasing her.
She kneads his pecs, rubbing her folds over his lips as he eats her out. Eijirou bends down to suck on the tip of Katsuki's cock that begins to swell to a full erection again. He was the last on there, and if anyone else wants to hop in on the action, it'll have to be nice and wet.
It could be any of them. Just because they like to fuck Katsuki doesn't mean they don't want Katsuki to fuck them.
Denki moves around Mina and follows Eijirou's lead, but instead he plays with Katsuki's nipples, one against his tongue and the other pinched between two fingers. Hanta leans his cheek on Katsuki's thigh, pushing his arm forward and backward so his long digits press that spot within Katsuki.
He moans against her. His ass is ready, has been for a while. Hanta just can't seem to get the fucking hint. Or he's just being a dickhead. Could be both.
Eijirou pulls away. A trail of spit keeps the flushed tip and his lips connected before breaking. He glances up at Katsuki, seeing his hands shaking where they rest on Mina's legs, mouth busy devouring her.
“He's good.” Katsuki hears Eijirou say. The fingers in him stop and pull out, leaving his hole unbearably empty and gaping. He needs this so bad.
The sad thing is he can't demand it. Mina stays parked on top of Katsuki, basically ordering him not to stop. Katsuki is a messy eater, has been since they began doing this, and any other day he'd get Mina to cross that line he and Eijirou have easily. But she can tell he's impatient, agitated and ridiculously horny. She is going to make him work for it, and won't let him up anytime soon.
Denki removes his lips and hand from Katsuki's nipple, and though Katsuki cannot see him, Denki glances at his cock in interest. It seems mighty lonely and could use a nice hole to keep it warm. It just so happens he is prepped to do so.
Eijirou hums as he watches Denki straddle Katsuki's hips, his ass rubbing against the twitching erection as he waits for Hanta to readjust Katsuki so he can position himself above the blond's dick.
Hanta places the tip of his cock against Katsuki's fluttering rim. This'll be an awkward angle since he has to acclimate to Denki, but he's more than ready for it. He hasn't fucked Katsuki before and is prepared to make him scream.
“Relax.” Eijirou gets down on his knees by the side of his bed so Katsuki can hear him better. “Don't tighten up. Remember what I told you last month.”
Katsuki listens. Eijirou gave him “pointers” weeks ago when they fooled around. He hadn't had a lot of experience with anal play or sex for that matter before this whole thing happened, so recalling those things Eijirou said helps calm him down. He focuses on Mina and the taste of her essence. He focuses on the touch of Hanta's cock inserting itself into his ass. He focuses on Denki engulfing his dick in hot wet walls.
And Eijirou talks him through it. He stays right where he is and praises Katsuki for his obedience. Denki takes Katsuki to the hilt while Hanta bottoms out. Katsuki hides a whimper in Mina’s pussy.
He's full and Denki is tight like Eijirou was. Denki takes his time getting used to Katsuki's size due to his shorter stature. Hanta digs his fingers into the backs of Katsuki's knees to adjust to his pulsating walls.
“All the way in for both. Impressive.” Eijirou glances at Denki and Hanta. “Now the question is… can you hold back?”
Katsuki isn't sure. Having both his dick and ass stimulated could send him over. He did orgasm once already, but having Mina on him, Eijirou's encouraging words, and his nipples perky and red from earlier play, it's going to be difficult.
He'll try, but he can't guarantee anything.
“G’nna start moving.” Hanta grits out. Denki leans forward to grip the sheets on both sides of Katsuki. Mina does the same from where she sits, placing her hands on Denki's.
Hanta tugs out of Katsuki's walls so the tip rests inside and slams back in. Katsuki yelps, jolting as his prostate is attacked. Hanta is thick in all the right places and brutally annihilates the spot that causes stars to form behind Katsuki's eyelids.
Denki moans, hole covering half of Katsuki's cock. Having only Eijirou's spit and a little amount of lube from stretching himself, Denki squeezes over his length, doing what he can to take all of it. There's a couple inches that are left untouched that Katsuki wishes were.
Eijirou reaches onto the bed to grab Katsuki's hair, sending his mouth closer to Mina. His fingers dig into her skin in response. “Get in there. Don't be shy now.” Eijirou tells him, “Make her cum so I can use your mouth too.”
Oh gods. Denki fucking his throat was one thing, but Eijirou was a whole different obstacle. He's huge, the biggest out of all of them. He's only been able to take two or three inches of it because of its vast size and even then it was a lot.
That was of his own accord though. Eijirou using his mouth? Entirely different. He knows the redhead won't stop from plunging as much as he can onto his tongue and towards the channel of his throat.
The mere idea of it turns him on more. He craves it just like he's craved getting fucked and fucking simultaneously.
So he licks and sucks, getting Mina to let out all these pretty noises. He can barely breathe and takes in gasps of air when he has the ability to. Her juices cover the lower half of his face that isn't seen by anyone (yet). If he can just make her crumble…
“F–’ck!” Katsuki shouts. His thigh is spread more to give Hanta more room to fuck him. He picks up the pace, pummeling him with an energy Katsuki didn't think he had.
It's so much. He can hardly keep up. Dizziness clings to his mind, sending his thoughts everywhere but in his brain. Mina grinds down on his face. She's close, clenching on his tongue. The moans give it away. He mentally urges her to reach the pinnacle. C'mon. Please cum. Wanna taste Ei’s dick. Hurry hurry–
Next thing he knows, she falls fully on his face, thighs tightening over both sides of his jaw. Eijirou removes his hand from his hair as it's not necessary anymore. Katsuki is running out of oxygen but swallowing her release is worth the lack of it.
Hanta chases after his own. His hips collide with Katsuki's, his balls smacking his cheeks. Denki cries out, finally able to cover the last two inches of his dick when dropping down.
Black spots glitter his vision for a moment. Mina is suffocating him, but he finds that he wouldn't mind passing out like this, stuffed and buried under thick thighs and a delicious pussy. At least, that's what he thinks until Mina lifts up. His lungs beg for air and he gulps it down, coughing between breaths.
He gets about ten seconds before a large dick fills his vision. It looks menacing like it did when Eijirou was riding him, but much closer and brushing his lips. A bead of precum forms on the slit, threatening to drip on his lower lip.
Okay nevermind. Fuck oxygen actually. Eijirou's dick is mounds better. Looking up at the redhead, he opens his mouth to take in the head, moaning at the taste mixing with Mina's still stamped on his tongue.
“Good boy. That's it. Suck my cock.” Eijirou grunts. He grips Katsuki's jaw, pressing another inch in. And another. His jaw aches pleasantly.
It won't take long based on how it twitches. His teeth scrape across a vein, as he can't keep still while Denki and Hanta have their time with his body.
He enjoys the feeling of Eijirou in his mouth and Hanta pistoning into his ass. Mina is a boneless pile next to him, recouping from her climax. Other than that, everything continues as it has, nothing coming to fruition just yet.
That is, until Denki cums.
With a long moan, Denki takes Katsuki completely, his ass meeting his thighs. He spurts jizz on Katsuki's stomach, mixing with Eijirou's that's drying up. In doing so, his insides spasm over Katsuki's cock. His hole squeezes his shaft and a tremor of pleasure forms in Katsuki's abdomen from it. Eyelashes fluttering, he grips Denki's waist to have something to hold onto, the ascending pressure of an impending orgasm roaring through his body.
That's two down. If Hanta hurries and fills him up in two seconds, he may cum before Katsuki does, but it isn't looking like that's going to happen. It's rushing up too fast.
It crashes into him. The coil snaps and he spills messily into Denki. He arches off the bed as his hole milks every drop it can.
“Oh, that's a good boy.” Eijirou growls. Katsuki expects him to shove his mouth further down, to take more in. Rather, he yanks it out with a pop and strokes it fast. Having it lathered in spit and pre causes the slide of his fist to make slick noises.
“G'nna cum.” He says, and aims his dick at Katsuki's face. Katsuki pants open mouthed, unable to move, let alone speak as Eijirou groans and throws his head back. White streaks land on Katsuki's cheekbone, his neck, and a strand almost catches the ends of his bangs. The small remaining drops of his release fall on his lips.
Hanta sees this unfold and with one last thrust, he stuffs Katsuki full. The sheer amount surprises Katsuki, as he wasn't expecting Hanta to have that much backed up. He's seen him cum before but never at this amount.
It catches up to him. His whole body just went through its own personal workout and he's exhausted. His lips hurt and back aches. He'll need to have a day to recoup, that's for damn sure.
Katsuki startles at Mina leaning over and licking a bit of Eijirou's cum off his cheek. She had recovered and fetched a couple washrags run under lukewarm water and wrung out. She taps her chin in thought at the taste and nods in approval, as if she were tasting a snack rather than literal fucking semen.
She hands a rag to Eijirou who wipes Katsuki's face, and one to Denki who raises off his dick and cleans that, and the mess on Katsuki's stomach and chest. Hanta follows suit, rubbing Katsuki's cheeks of lube. Denki, Eijirou, and Katsuki will need to have extensive showers to thoroughly clean, but for now this will have to do.
Katsuki isn't getting up anytime soon, though. The weight of their activities settles into his bones. His eyelids grow heavy, accepting the water that Eijirou gently tilts into his mouth before letting him plop back down on the sweat-damp sheets.
“Get some rest.” Eijirou mumbles. “We'll be here when you wake up and then we could all go out for some ramen.”
That sounds nice. Katsuki sees them all pile onto his large bed and get comfortable.
Despite what people may think, Katsuki doesn't mind submitting every once in a while, and if this is the type of treatment he gets for doing it, then he's okay with that.
Closing his eyes, he ponders over their next meet up and what they'll do as sleep overtakes him.