Work Text:
Katsuki knows something is up.
He’s a paranoid person in general but he doesn't think that this comes out of nowhere.
Kirishima and Deku have been acting shifty. Katsuki is great at reading body language, able to pick up the slightest movement, and the two have hardly been secretive. They’ve been walking on eggshells around him, talking to him like he’s a scared fucking cat.
Giving him looks out of the corner of their eyes. Tensing when he enters a room.
Katuki, because he’s a fucking genius , knows what’s going on with his roommates.
The two are fucking each other, of course.
Katsuki is fine with it (he is , fucking jealousy, shut the fuck up), he just wishes they would fucking tell him already.
No. He’s not grumpy.
...ok, he’s a little grumpy.
But it has nothing to do with the sex lives of his roommates.
For some reason, the universe has a personal vendetta against his sleep schedule.
From being forced to stay up past his bedtime, between work and the two dorks wanting to spend “quality time” with each other with video games and shows.
To being woken up before the sun even rises by what sounds like a cat yowling in the nearby alley.
And then again by more work.
And then again again by the two dorks who decided to change their routine to “fuck ass in the morning”.
Even when he does manage to close his eyes, get some sleep, it’s restless. He constantly twists and turns. Wakes up every couple of hours. His back aches and his head pounds out a rhythm that makes him want to claw at his eyes and scoop his brain out and all he can do when his alarm clock finally wails is groan and curse out anyone close by.
He doesn’t need this shit.
Which is why, after a week of this, he makes sure that he’s going to get the fucking sleep he deserves. He calls out of work for the next three days and lets his boss know what will happen if he fucking tries to call him in.
Then he gives his roommates money to fuck off for the next three days.
He gets the most comfortable mattress he can, the softest blankets around the house. He takes a hot bath, eats a hot dinner, drinks about half a bottle of Nyquil before turning off every light in the house. For good measure, he puts on a face mask and adds noise-canceling earbuds.
All these precautions so that when his head hits his fluffy pillow, he’s immediately out.
~
Eijirou is honestly surprised their plan worked.
Not that he doubts Izuki’s level of planning. The man could probably get in and out of a bank with all it’s money before anyone could blink and come out smiling. Instead, he puts his big brain for good.
Well, good for them at least.
The thing is, both of them were in love with their blond roommate. Have been for a long time, ever since high school, when hormones hit hard and fast. But Katsuki is completely oblivious to it.
So oblivious that he thinks the two are fucking each other .
So they had to take matters into their own hands.
It took a few months and a lot of observation (“stalking”) and some mild bribery (Izuki and Katsuki work at the same place and their boss has a soft spot for Izuki and a willingness to take the heat from Katsuki).
A month of getting themselves up early to set a precedent, a week of playing cats in heat recordings under Katsuki’s window, and it all pays off when a cranky and tired Katsuki kicks them out of the apartment.
They give each other fists bumps and wait for five hours before going back in.
They make sure they’re as quiet as they can be, sneaking into the back rooms.
And there, laying peacefully in a pile of pillows and covers, is Katsuki.
Eijirou takes a moment to look over him.
Katsuki looks so beautiful, face relaxed as he curls up. A cute little kitten. Vulnerable and completely open to them.
They stay quiet, even with the blindfold and ear phones, as they move Katsuki around, putting him on his back and ridding him of his pajama pants and boxers. They lift up his shirt, both cooing at his nipples, pebbling in the cold.
They can’t help but stare. Katsuki looks so delicious, a feast they want to dive into. His flawless skin is soft to the touch, his waist that Eijirou just wants to bruise, and his pink pussy lips fat and begging to be eaten.
Eijirou finds himself salivating. But he’s too slow.
Izuki reaches forward, sliding one finger up the slit. Katsuki twitches in his sleep but doesn’t do more than that.
“How much of the sleeping drugs do you think he took that we put in the Nyquil?” Izuku asks.
Eijirou hums. Then he reaches forward to pinch one of Katsuki’s nipples, twisting it till it goes red.
Katsuki does nothing more than mummer, legs spreading wider.
Eijirou grins at Izuki. “A lot.”
Izuku’s mouth widens into a smirk.
He slides two fingers into Katsuki’s cunt, slowly thrusting and they watch with hearts in their throats as Katsuki starts to slick up.
The first time Izuku thrusts and it makes a squelching sound, they almost cum in their pants.
“Shit,” Eijirou whispers.
“Fuck,” Izuku says.
He adds a third and they shudder when he spreads them. Swallowing, they look at each other.
“I call dibs,” Izuki says immediately.
Eijirou scowls. But he scoots back enough for Izuki to lay between Katsuki’s legs.
He grinds the heel of his hand against his dick as he watches as Izuku slowly leans down. Izuku inhales, moaning. “Kacchan, you smell so good.”
Then he licks.
As soon as he gets a taste, his pupils blow out, a groan ripping out of his throat. He dives in, thrusting his fingers back in so he can lick deeper.
Katsuki is breathing heavily now, fingers twitching, moaning and whimpering as he lower half is lifted up, Izuku’s nose pressed as close as he can, tongue swiping deep against those velvety walls.
Eijirou whines, wanting his own taste, but settles for pinching Katsuki’s clit.
Katsuki’s hips buck up, babbling moans leaving him, which only encourages Eijirou to do it again and again.
A scream leaves Katsuki’s throat as he squirts against Izuku’s face, driving him even more feral. He licks it all up, devouring Katsui’s poor defenseless pussy.
Eijirou shoves at his shoulder. “Hey, let me have a taste too.”
Izuku gets one last slurp in before he reluctantly releases Katsuki’s hips. Katsuki falls limp to the bed, panting, body shaking, red all the way down to those perfect nipples.
Between his legs, his pussy quivers, flutter at the cold air.
They switch positions and Eijirou thanks the heavens for the meal he’s about to consume.
~
Eijirou leans back, giving a loud satisfied sigh. His belly is nice and warm and full.
Below him, Katsuki shudders through his...well, Eijirou had lost track of how many orgasms Katsuki had.
He grins down at the pulsing pussy, giving it a light slap. It jiggles. Katsuki’s groan is muffled.
While Eijirou had been enjoying his feast, Izuku had been busy too. He slides his dick between Katsuki’s lips, the tip making Katsuki’s cheeks puff up.
Izuku is breathing hard, eyes intensely focused on Katsuki’s lips.
Eijirou looks down, then back up at Izuku. Well. He seems busy. Eijirou is sure he wouldn’t mind if the redhead took Katsuki’s first in this.
He scoots up, dick sliding between Katsuki’s folds. He closes his eyes, rutting for a bit, lost in the feeling.
His dick is covered in slick and drool and cum and when he looks down to see those plush folds cradling it, he almost cums right there.
But he wants to cum in Katsuki.
He pulls his hips back to line himself up. The tip of his dick breaches Katsuki and Eijirou’s eyes roll into the back of his head. He sinks in, deeper and deeper, and he’s so glad Katsuki is still asleep because he’s sure he would embarrass himself with the noises he’s making.
It’s so hot and wet and soft and Eijirou is immediately in love.
He won’t be able to go back. He’s too addicted.
When he’s pressed in balls deep, he hangs his head, taking a moment to just breath.
“How come you got to go first?” Izuku asks and Eijirou opens one eye to glare at him.
“You got to eat him out and fuck his mouth first. Let me have this.”
Izuku pouts. “You better not cum in him first.”
“Oh, I’m going to breed this pussy till it gushes my cum,” Eijirou groans.
He pulls back, taking his time. And then he snaps his hips forward. The smack of flesh on flesh is the greatest thing he’s heard.
There’s no way he can hold back. He stares at where his dick disappears into those small, tight walls. Every time he thrusts, he has to bully his way through.
His eyes drift up, to the small bump of Katsuki’s stomach and his orgasm hits him like a truck, the sight burning behind his eyes.
He nearly screams as he presses close, his balls drawing up to shoot load after load inside his sleeping friend.
Katsuki makes a mewling sound, eyes fluttering, and that just makes Eijirou cum harder.
He doesn’t want to pull out, never wants to leave the dream he had found himself in.
But there’s a slap on his shoulder and he has to pull out. He sits back on his hunches. Izuku scoots closer and together they watch as cum drips from Katsuki in large globs.
Izuki’s eyes seem to light up. “My turn.”
~
Hitoshi wasn’t sure why his neighbors were texting him so late in the afternoon. But as soon as he sees the pictures they sent, he rushes over.
Their door opens on the first knock and Hitoshi blinks at seeing that instead of Kirishima or Midoriya greeting him, it’s their other neighbor, Shoto Todoroki.
“Hello,” Todoroki says.
“Hello,” Hitoshi looks down, raising an eyebrow. “You’re naked.”
Todoroki looks down too. “So I am. But you know why.”
“I do. Lead the way.”
He’s led to the back and he sheds his clothes as he goes.
When Todoroki opens a bedroom door, a clear sign of whose it is by the pictures of grenades on it, Hitoshi is met with the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.
Katsuki Bakugou, legs spread wide to show his ruined pussy and a cum covered chest.
He’s instantly hard.
Marks on Bakugou’s thighs catch his eyes and the breath gets knocked out of him. They’ve been counting how many times they’ve fucked him.
Kirishima pats him on the back in welcome. “So, we heard you like sloppy seconds.”
“You just gave me the best present,” he says, not looking away.
Midoriya grins. “We thought so. Do you want us to add some more before you get started?”
Bakugou is already gushing cum, his cunt too full to accept any more, desperately trying to push it out.
Then again...the slipper the better.
“Can I use some other parts of him while you do?”
“Of course,” Midoriya says, bright and cheerful. “Todoroki brought his toys if you want.”
He nods to the egg vibrators working on Bakugou’s puffy nipples and to the various wands and other toys they had set to the side, already slick with Katsuki.
Hitoshi almost cries. This might legitimately cure his depression.
It appears to be Todoroki’s turn. He settles between Bakugou’s legs, lifting one long pale leg to settle on his shoulder. Turning his head, he begins to work a hickey into the flawless skin as he slips inside with a wet sound that almost- almost - makes Hitoshi cum on the spot.
Instead, Hitoshi focuses on the other part of Bakugou’s body he wants to fuck.
His hands.
Histoshi loves Bakugou’s hands. They’re soft and nimble and every time he waves them around to flip someone off, Hitoshi wants to stick them in his mouth and suck them.
There’s nothing stopping him now.
He starts with the middle finger Bakugou loves so much.
He closes his eyes as he licks along the finger, eyes locked on Bakugou’s face. Bakugou’s nose is crunched up, though whether that’s because of Hitoshi or because Todoroki had pressed a wand against Bakugou’s clit as he slides inside, he can’t be sure.
Hitoshi kisses his way across Bakugou’s palm, wetting each finger. He takes his time, till Bakugou’s whole palm is wet and sticky with his drool.
Then he curls Bakugou’s hand, making a fist, and he brings it down to wrap around his dick. He throws his head back as he slowly begins to fuck up into it.
Bakugou is letting out sweet little sounds as his body rocks. Todoroki seems more focused on abusing Bakugou’s clit than how he’s bruising Bakugou’s womb with his thrusts.
Across from him, Kirihsima is jerking off, dick aimed at Bakugou’s face, determined to cum there.
Midoriya is drinking water, refreshing himself for his next turn.
Hitoshi is lost in the pleasure of the hot room and the thought of cumming all over Bakugou’s so important hands that he completely misses the way Bakugou’s eyes flutter more and more and his kitten mewls turn questioning.
And then they all still when Bakugou’s breath voice asks “What?”
~
Everything is groggy. Like Katsuki is stuck in a haze. He didn’t think the nyquil would knock him out so much. He must be more tired than he thought.
He blinks his eyes and sits on his elbows, confused. He feels...full. Full and sticky and hot. Which, considering the cock stuffed inside him and the cum that practically froths from his cunt, would explain that.
His nipples tingle, vibrators taped to them? There’s a cock an inch away from his face and his hand is wrapped around another?
What’s going on?
“What-?” He slurs, looking around at his roommates and neighbors, who are all naked...what the hell?
They stare back at him. “What are you doing?” He asks them, trying to blink the haze from his mind, trying to get a moment to think .
“You’re still sleeping,” Shinsou blurts out and Katsuki turns towards him.
“I am?” That doesn't seem right, but he is tired, has been so, so tired for so, so long. And it’s not like it would be his first time having a wet dream about his roommates. Or his neighbors.
It’s just never felt so real before.
Kirishima jumps in. “Of course you are. Does any of this seem like it would happen in real life?”
And welp. His dreams didn’t have to hurt him like that. He already knows none of the guys here actually want to fuck him, that his mind is just trying to torture him with something he can’t have.
He stares at Todoroki, who is still frozen, above and in him. Katsuki squeezes his cunt and Todoroki jumps, thrusting forward.
Katsuki gasps. He can practically feel it in his womb, feeling it throb as it waits to release inside him. Maybe this is real…
“Of course this is a dream, Kacchan,” Deku says. He walks back into the room, having left without Katsuki noticing. In his hand, he holds a cup.
Deku kneels before him, and Katsuki is almost distracted by Todoroki still grinding into him, face scrunched up, like it would physically pain him to stop.
“Kacchan, look at me.”
Kacchan does and Deku smiles at him. He holds the cup up. “Won’t you drink this for me? Dream me would really like it if you did.”
Katsuki stares at the cup. For some reason, his danger senses are going off.
But this is Deku . And Deku, even dream Deku, would never steer him wrong.
So he takes the cup and throws it back. He licks his lips, blinking more heavily now.
“That’s it, Kacchan. Now, won’t you lay back for me.”
Katsuki does. He watches as his legs are spread. Todoroki holds his eyes as he begins to thrust. It still feels so real, still feels like his cunt is puffy and overused, feels like Todoroki is trying to leave his mark with how hard he thrusts.
But Deku is whispering in his ear.
“Just lay back and enjoy this, Kacchan. Let the drugs do their job. That’s it, close your eyes and open your mouth. We’re going to make you feel really good.”
The more Deku talks, the harder it is for Katsuki to open his eyes back up.
His brain has gone fuzzy again and really, it’s just so easy to fall back asleep as his cunt is forced open again and again, his hand being picked back up to be fucked.
The last thing he remembers is a thumb opening his mouth as a dick slides in.
“That’s it, Kacchan. Just like that.”