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--KATSUKI--
Katsuki grunts as both of his wrists are captured above his head and are scraped against the unforgiving brick while a thick pierced cock punches in and out of his hole ruthlessly. His face is pressed against the same cold brick, cheekbone knocking against the rough surface with every impact of hips against his ass.
“Fuck, Firecracker, can’t get enough of this sweet ass,” Dabi growls against his ear through panting breaths. Katsuki groans when the angle of the thrusts inside him changes to peg his prostate dead on. He spreads his legs a little wider and tries to get leverage to roll his hips backwards just to get that delicious cock deeper inside.
“Harder,” he rasps, tension starting to build in his abdomen while his cock throbs and drips while swaying heavily between his legs.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Dabi purrs and impales Katsuki viciously with every thrust, making him cry out loud enough that it echoes in the empty alley walls. “This slutty little hole needs a good pounding, doesn’t it…”
“Please, Patchwork,” Katsuki groans as his legs start to tremble. Fuck, he can feel each one of those piercings rubbing against all of his sensitive spots, driving him higher with every single plunge.
“You gettin’ close, baby?...C’mon then little hero, cum for me. Spray the fucking wall,” Dabi snarls and Katsuki lets out a shrill cry when the tension in his gut snaps. Pleasure races up his spine and explodes behind his eyelids while his cock jerks and unloads over the brick wall and drips down to the filthy alley floor.
Suddenly, his wrists are released, but a warm hand clamps over his mouth as Dabi’s thrusts continue to pummel his insides. “Not done with you yet…” he mutters breathlessly.
Katsuki squirms through the sensitivity, feeling electric and moaning against the palm smothering his lips. His own palms scrape over harsh brick as he tries to brace himself when Dabi picks up his pace. “God, I love how fucking loud you are…” Dabi coos, but clamps his hand down harder. His other hand reaches down between them and suddenly grabs Katsuki’s sensitive cock, making him whine through his nose. He shows no mercy as he lightens his thrusts, but begins stroking Katsuki back to hardness. Katsuki’s noises become higher pitched at the sharp feeling of being forced back to hardness so soon after cumming. However, like it has a mind of its own, his cock quickly gets on board with Dabi’s encouraging strokes and once more begins to leak from the hardened tip. Once satisfied, Dabi releases him and grabs Katsuki’s hips to resume his brutal pace. “You’re gonna cum again for me, firecracker, and then I’m going to fill you up,” he promises.
Katsuki tries to argue through the hand covering his lips. He’s already cum twice, once when they first started this and Patchwork had sucked him off while stretching his ass open, then again with that pierced cock dragging through him, and now the villain wants another one. Katsuki tries to shake his head… The hand on his mouth suddenly shifts upwards to cover his nose as well and Katsuki isn’t able to suck in a breath. “You’re gonna cum again whether you like it or not, little hero,” Dabi threatens and bucks his hips even harder into Katsuki.
Katsuki’s eyes nearly roll back as his breath is being denied and the pressure starts to rise again quicker than before. The lightheaded feeling from air deprivation makes his head all floaty and all he can feel is the build towards the cliff.
Dabi’s other hand heats on Katsuki’s hip, giving him just a taste of burning pain and that’s all it takes for Katsuki to come undone for the third time in the hour since they both arrived. He feels like he implodes and his mouth opens on a silent scream against Dabi’s hand while he convulses and bucks wildly under the villain.
Dabi’s hand shifts, allowing Katsuki to suck in a desperate breath through his nose just as black spots start to crowd his vision. “Fuck, so fucking good,” Dabi shouts and buries his cock as deep as possible. Katsuki sighs when he feels it pulse within him and searing hot cum bathes his insides. He shivers at the sensation that he only gets when Patchwork fucks him. Just like the piercings, his cum is a novelty that keeps Katsuki coming back for more and more.
The hand around his mouth disappears and Katsuki pants loudly through his mouth as they both just stand there, half-dressed and leaning against the wall for support while they both come down.
When Dabi pulls out, they both shudder in response. “God that never gets old,” Dabi mutters quietly.
Katsuki peeks over his shoulder into turquoise eyes. “What doesn’t?” he groans and starts to reach down to retrieve his pants from where they’re pooled around his boots.
“Watching my cum leak out of that pretty little hole and seeing that beautiful fucked out glow you get when you cum,” Dabi responds simply, a smirk tilting his lips.
Katsuki snorts and buckles his belt back in place and straightens his shirt. He barely turns around when his back is shoved up against the wall and lips crash to his. Their kisses are always heated, lips hungry and teeth sharp as they move against one another. By the time Dabi pulls away, Katsuki is breathless and his eyes are half-lidded. “When are you gonna come join the fun team, Firecracker?” Dabi rumbles and grabs Katsuki’s hair to tilt his head to the side so that he can nip over the sensitive flesh of his neck. “When are you going to be mine, huh?”
Katsuki groans when Dabi bites down on the tender flesh, no doubt leaving a mark that he’ll probably moon over later. Fuck, the man gets under his skin. He wishes he could have this all the time. But then again, Dabi isn’t the only one waiting in Katsuki’s wings. Katsuki knows it and Dabi knows it, and it just seems to go unspoken between them that what they have is nothing committed and Katsuki refuses to play favorites.
—
Katsuki’s knuckles are turning white where his fingers grip the bars of the headboard, his chest pressed to the mattress and ass up in the air while a long wet tongue laves over his hole. It swirls a few times and then lips press down to suck over his pink sensitive entrance while that thick tongue presses past his rim. “Fuck,” Katsuki rasps and wiggles his hips trying to get more of that thick tongue inside him. The mouth against his asshole sucks even harder and Katsuki can hear the creaking of the wood dowels beneath his grip.
He nearly whines when that tongue pulls away, but its warmth is quickly replaced by cool liquid drizzling over his crack and entrance that makes him jolt. A large calloused hand grips one of his cheeks harshly and he only barely sucks in a sharp breath when a thick finger thrusts roughly past his softened rim, impaling him. He groans at the light burn. “More,” he demands and he hears a dark chuckle behind him.
“So impatient, Kitten…” Riot coos at him as he slowly withdraws the digit and forces two back in mercilessly. Katsuki cries out and rocks his hips, eager for the burn, impatient to get to the main course. “Such a hungry little hole…” he purrs and starts thrusting them harshly, not giving Katsuki time to adjust, just like he wants. God, he could live on Riot’s fingers. The villain always knows just how to make Katsuki cream every time those fucking fingers stroke Katsuki’s insides and abuse his prostate. Riot has a specific kink that gets Katsuki hot enough that he could self-combust. The man loves to milk Katsuki, making him cum over and over again just from his fingers, and occasionally his fist, until his balls are drained dry…and only then will Riot spear him with his monster cock and fill him with an obscene amount of cum. It’s how they work, Riot lives to empty Katsuki completely and then fill him the fuck back up.
Riot crooks his fingers, knowing exactly how to find Katsuki’s sweet spot. It’s like the man has a built in locator and hits it dead on without error every damn time. Katsuki lets out a shrill keen and rocks his hips back harder, riding those thick fingers, eager for more.
A third finger presses in next to the other two and Riot twists them harshly. “That’s it, gonna get this tight little hole all stretched out,” he rumbles while Katsuki openly mewls into the bedsheets. “What do you think, baby? You seem awfully desperate today…Does your little fucking slutty hole need my whole fist? Are your other little fuckbuddies not satisfying you properly?”
Riot shoves a fourth finger in and spreads them all wide, making Katsuki writhe and whimper. His hand hardens on Katsuki’s ass, preventing Katsuki from moving at all, sharp fingers digging into his sensitive flesh while his fingers crook and begin pummeling Katsuki’s prostate. “F-f-fuuuuuuuuck…” Katsuki stutters out, voice shaking from the impacts vibrating through him. A harsh slap against his ass has his voice echoing off the walls with a squeal.
“I wanna hear you scream, Kitten. Want everyone to know how fucking slutty my little hero is,” Riot growls and redoubles his efforts. “Such a little cockslut. Just a little villain cumdump, aren’t you? You know I’d treat you so well, baby. You don’t need anyone else. Could fist your fucking hole and fill both of these slutty holes day and night with all of my cum. I’ll make you cum your fucking brains out until you won’t even think of anyone else but me.”
The tension in Katsuki’s gut explodes and he screams as his orgasm barrels through him, his cock spraying like a hose over the bedsheets.
“Fuck, baby. Good boy, fucking soak my sheets,” Riot praises through a clenched jaw, not ceasing his movements for even a moment. Katsuki shakes and trembles violently under the onslaught. The hand on his ass moves and already he can sense what’s coming before even more lube is added over the already slick mess of his ass and Riot’s fingers.
He tenses when Riot yanks them all out with a wet squelch, but before he can even breathe through the sudden emptiness, those fingers are back with the fifth finger pressed in close, steadily pressing through his stretched rim.
Katsuki lets out a long slutty moan and Riot is forced to grip his hip meanly when Katsuki tries to subconsciously pull away from the intrusion. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going…You’re gonna fucking take it, baby. This hole needs to be stuffed properly, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Riot,” Katsuki howls as he feels the knuckles spreading him painfully wide.
“Gonna fucking destroy this hole, baby. Gonna make it so sloppy that no one else’s cock will be able to satisfy you and you’ll be forced to be mine,” Riot rambles and gives one hard shove, sinking his fist inside.
Katsuki shakes so hard that his teeth chatter. “Oh my god,” he mutters, hips wiggling and trying to adjust. Riot only gives him a moment, before yanking harshly on his hand, pulling it from Katsuki’s sucking heat. “Riot!” Katsuki shouts gutturally.
Riot doesn’t respond, just shoves his fist back inside and begins grinding over Katsuki’s sweet spot in little thrusting motions.
“Shit! Goddamnit!” Katsuki screeches and little crackles start to palm along his palms, scorching the wood of the headboard. He isn’t given any warning when liquid fire races down his spine and straight to his groin, drawing his balls up excruciatingly tight before his tip explodes once again.
“ MY dirty fucking kitten,” Riot snarls, continuing to grind his fist against the sensitive spot over and over again. “Come on, I know you’ve got more for me,” he goads, pulling his fist completely out and punching deeply into Katsuki’s still spasming tunnel.
Katsuki knows this is far from fucking over. Riot will keep this up until Katsuki is passed out in a puddle of his own cum and his hole gapes so wide that he fears it’ll never close while it leaks a river from Riot’s claim. Then, Riot will talk so sweetly to him and bathe him like he’s a treasured partner. The duality draws Katsuki in like a moth to the flame and sometimes he visualizes what it would be like to be Riot’s permanently…but he can’t play favorites.
—
“ Cum for me KitKat. ”
Katsuki jerks back into awareness as his whole body convulses, while his cock shoots to cover the floor and he cries out raggedly. He jerks in the soft red ropes binding him to the breeding bench that he’s bent over while Hitoshi continues to rail him from behind. Katsuki feels floaty and distant, his cock sore and swaying between his legs. He doesn’t even have to get hard anymore for Hitoshi to force an orgasm from him, whereas the villain seems to have endless stamina and is a master at edging himself to bring Katsuki to ruination over and over again. And every time that Hitoshi needs a break, he has an entire selection of toys to stuff Katsuki with.
“Don’t stop counting, KitKat, or I’ll have to punish you,” Hitoshi warns harshly and pulls out to smack Katsuki’s sensitive and aching balls. He lets out an undignified yelp and tries to close his legs, but the spreader bar between them prevents the action. Hitoshi always makes him count his orgasms, but tears stream down Katsuki’s face when he realizes he can’t remember. He shakes his head, words feeling jumbled on his tongue.
He knows that Hitoshi’s punishment will be creative and cruel. But fuck, he loves how dirty the mind fucker is…if there’s a kink out there, Hitoshi has tried it out with Katsuki. Their time together is never predictable, never boring. Katsuki lives for the thrill.
“Awwww did my little dumb slut forget?” Hitoshi coos condescendingly and slaps over Katsuki’s puffy and abused hole, making Katsuki grunt and squirm.
Katsuki tries to nod through the haze in his mind. Hitoshi likes to throw him under his quirk randomly and then yank him out. It messes with Katsuki’s sense of time and space, and the bastard knows it. But Katsuki is a glutton for punishment and no one does it like Hitoshi.
“Please,” Katsuki begs, unsure of why that’s the only word he’s capable of producing.
“How many times have you cum?!” Hitoshi shouts and smacks once more over Katsuki’s balls harshly.
“I dunno. I don’t–” Katsuki tries to remember, but everything is foggy and his thoughts sift through his head like water through cupped hands.
Hitoshi tsks in mock disappointment, but Katsuki knows from experience that the villain is grinning from ear to ear. “Such a dumb whore,” Hitoshi sneers and Katsuki hisses through his teeth when something large and thick presses at the entrance of his hole. It’s much larger than Hitoshi’s cock and he doesn’t even have time to tense before it shoves into him, spreading him wide and deep. All of the air in his lungs evacuates in a rattling wheeze as it feels like it presses all the way to his lungs, as a flared base settles into his crack. He jolts when a sudden intense vibration fills him up and he nearly screams as it lays heavy over his overstimulated gland.
He barely registers when Hitoshi yanks his head upwards by his hair. “Fuck look at you,” Hitoshi rumbles. “So fucked out, just a messy little desperate slut for me. I should just keep you here tied up all the time so I can fuck you open and fill all of your little holes all the time. I’ll keep you plugged and spread wide, keep you stuffed 24/7. Just my little hero cumdump slave. You know…I could just brainwash you, keep you nice and subby for me….keep you from opening those slutty legs for anyone else. You’re fucking mine, KitKat. Now, open that fucking mouth for me.”
Hazily, Katsuki drops his jaw open and barely manages to suck in a deep breath as Hitoshi grips the back of his head tightly and thrusts in all the way. Katsuki gags and chokes as his throat is invaded, spit flying out around Hitoshi’s cock. Hitoshi holds him there, his nose pressed into wiry purple pubes while Katsuki tries to suck in a breath through his nose. “Mmmm, that’s it, KitKat. Fucking choke on it,” Hitoshi purrs meanly. “Make a fucking mess of my cock. Get it all nice and wet before I fuck that tight ass throat.”
Katsuki tries to shake his head and dislodge the thick appendage blocking his air and clenches his eyes closed when dizziness swamps him. Just as he thinks he’s about to pass out, Hitoshi withdraws just enough for Katsuki to suck in a desperate wet breath through his runny nose. Tears stream down his face when he opens his eyes to look up at Hitoshi from under damp lashes. Hitoshi just grins down at him and pulls him back onto his cock before setting a steady rhythm just rocking in and out of the constriction of his throat. “Such a good cocksucker,” Hitoshi praises and picks up the pace. Katsuki’s head swims and his eyes flutter, only able to sneak in small breaths between each thrust. He feels like he’s floating, like his body is weightless as Hitoshi uses him. “Do the others know all of your dirty little secrets, KitKat? Do they know how to use you properly? How to punish you just the way you like? You belong to me,” Hitoshi snarls and buries his cock deep. Katsuki smiles dopily around the cock in his mouth when he feels the warmth flooding his throat. Hitoshi tugs him tighter, smashing his nose against his navel and Katsuki feels a sudden flush of pleasure at pleasing the man above him.
Hitoshi pulls out and Katsuki coughs and hacks wetly, bitter saltiness coating his tongue. His head drops suddenly as Hitoshi releases his hair while he sucks in desperate breaths. Hitoshi leans down close to his ear and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Do you remember now, little slut?” he asks softly.
A shiver rolls violently through Katsuki as he shakes his head a little, trying to form any words at all.
“That’s okay, baby. I love punishing you. You’re always my perfect naughty boy, aren’t you?” Hitoshi whispers and brushes his cheek against Katsuki’s. Katsuki is only able to whimper in response as Hitoshi suddenly walks away.
Katsuki lets out a heavy groan when suddenly the vibrations in his ass intensify. He lets out an animalistic groan when Hitoshi grips the base and starts thrusting the toy inside of him. It feels so heavy as it slides in and out of his guts.
“KitKat?” Hitoshi asks suddenly, sounding calm and placid.
Katsuki barely manages a hum of acknowledgement, too focused on the movement inside of him, inching him closer and closer to another excruciating orgasm. But that small hum of his lips is enough and his mind goes blank.
“ Cum for me, slut. ” The command pulls him back with a violence that has Katsuki painfully straining against the ropes as his cock kicks and unloads for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. He screams and thrashes in his bindings as the intoxicating rush of pain and pleasure explodes inside him while that heavy toy continues to thrust violently inside him and rattle his bones. “God, you’re so fucking sexy when you cum. I could keep you just like this, just cumming over and over again,” Hitoshi says gruffly as the toy is suddenly yanked from Katsuki’s hole. The sudden emptiness has him shaking and crying, babbling incoherently.
“Don’t worry, KitKat,” Hitoshi murmurs and Katsuki calms when a steady hand pets over his lower back and kneads the tense muscles there. “Just gotta get your punishment out of the way, baby.” Katsuki stiffens, his brain buzzing like a livewire at the word punishment.
“Please,” he rambles. “I’ll be good.”
“I know, little slut. You’ve been so good, but you can take a little more,” Hitoshi replies, voice low and menacing. Katsuki groans when Hitoshi works his cock once more into Katsuki’s sloppy and throbbing hole. Hitoshi grips his hips bruisingly, and thrusts in the rest of the way, but stills as soon as he’s buried. There’s a few moments of just loaded silence that has Katsuki tensing in anticipation, waiting for the thrusting to start, but Hitoshi is unnervingly still and quiet behind him.
Suddenly, heat floods into Katsuki’s hole and he startles at the rushing sensation splashing against his walls as Hitoshi lets out a long groan behind him. “Fuck, such a good little piss hole,” he mutters and Katsuki whines as realization dawns over him through the fog. He squirms at the sloshing heat that settles in his belly while Hitoshi continues to grip him tightly and fill him with his piss. Katsuki lets out a breathless noise as the liquid pools heavily inside him and squirms at the full feeling that cramps his lower body. It feels like they stay like that for hours as Hitoshi leisurely streams the pungent liquid inside Katsuki’s bowels.
When he finally pulls out, Katsuki sighs in relief as trickles of the liquid drip down from his gaping hole and over his thighs. He can feel his hole twitching still trying to close and focuses on the feeling as his thoughts seem to flit through his head faster than he can catch them.
He might just float away as his head dips to his chest and his lashes flutter. He feels so deliciously used and full. It’s always like this with Hitoshi, a vicious push and pull of extremes. He knows that Hitoshi will continue to use him, push him past his limits and stake his own place in Katsuki’s affections. Katsuki is addicted to the thrill of their games and loves how Hitoshi goes above and beyond to make sure that Katsuki never forgets him. Hitoshi has his claws firmly in Katsuki’s daily thoughts, but Katsuki won’t give in…he won’t play favorites.
—
It’s been a long motherfucking day when Katsuki finally kicks his boots off on the mat next to his front door. He loosens his gauntlets and gently sets them down in the special container he keeps just next to his boots. He unties his mask and glares when ash drifts down from his hair to the carpet below. He’s grimy and covered in the shit after helping with a rescue from a structural fire downtown. Generally, he tries to stay away from fires…you know, flammable materials around fire is usually a bad idea, but there had been a hero shortage and he’d been on-call to help with evacuation. He sighs as he trudges to the kitchen and instantly fills a glass of water and proceeds to chug it, trying to alleviate the dry burning sensation from too much smoke inhalation. He fills another glass and downs it just the same as the first.
“Long day, Firecracker?...” A low smooth voice asks.
Katsuki jumps and nearly chokes on a mouth full of water. He slams the glass down on the counter and tries to cough up the water that had been sucked down his air pipe. When he finally manages a breath, he glances towards the doorway where Dabi is casually leaned up against the frame and looking at him with amusement. “Patchwork?” Katsuki wheezes.
“In the flesh,” Dabi purrs and slinks further into the kitchen.
Katsuki eyes him warily and takes a step back as Dabi approaches, putting his palm up in warning. “How the fuck did you find this place?” he hisses. He’s never brought any of his men back to his place. He’s never brought up his address or even mentioned his apartment. They’ve always fucked at their places or in any place they could find. This is Katsuki’s sanctuary and as much as he likes the villain in front of him, he can’t help but be suspicious at this new plot twist. “What are you doing here, Patchwork?” he continues when the villain just winks at him in response.
“Can’t I just come to see my favorite hero?” Dabi rumbles, but stops just in front of Katsuki’s palm. Katsuki’s fingers brush over scarred skin showing just above the villain’s tank top. Dabi shows no hesitance, stepping so that Katsuki’s hand now rests firmly against his chest.
“Are you looking to get arrested?” Katsuki asks tersely. Fuck, if anyone finds out Dabi has been there, they’d both be in for it. “You can’t fucking be here, Patchwork. If anyone finds out, you’ll go to fucking Tartarus!”
“Awww, are you worried about me, baby?” Dabi coos playfully, undeterred. “Don’t worry, we were very careful on the way in. Nobody knows we’re here, firecracker.”
Katsuki’s brain catches on part of that statement and his eyes widen. “What the fuck do you mean ‘WE’?!” Katsuki growls loudly.
Suddenly, two large shadows move in the doorway and Katsuki tenses, pulling his palm from Dabi’s chest and aiming over his shoulder, sparks showering down from where his palms crackle.
“Kitten, put it down,” a deep voice rumbles.
“Yeah, KitKat, is that any way to greet guests?” Another deeper voice chimes in.
Katsuki feels all the blood drain from his face…All three of them are in his fucking apartment. He begins to wonder if he fell and hit his head or has been quirked to an alternate universe on his shift today. He can actually feel where his jaw has dropped in shock and he sputters, crackles still lighting up the space around them. The two shadows step into the dim light of the kitchen and three sets of eyes are all fixated on him. What the fuck is even going on?... He can’t seem to wrap his brain around any of this.
“I think we broke him,” Dabi mutters through a chuckle.
“Kitten, be a good boy and put it down,” Riot coaxes, almost gently.
Katsuki shakes his head a little. Fuck, he’s got the three top villains currently gathered in his goddamn kitchen...the three that he’s been fucking for months. “What the hell are you all doing here?” he murmurs almost to himself, still in shock.
The three of them all look at each other like they’re waiting to see who will speak first.
“Somebody better start explaining…NOW!” Katsuki shouts when his brain finally kicks back into reality.
“KitKat, none of us have heard from you in over a week,” Hitoshi steps forward suddenly and grabs Katsuki’s wrist, jerking it downwards to face the floor. Katsuki barely resists the urge to let off an explosion in his own kitchen at the aggressive move. Instead, he snuffs out the crackling and glares at the three of them.
“So…what? You all just decided to get together to stage an intervention?...How the fuck do you even know about each other?! And how the fuck did you even find my apartment?!” He shouts as he jerks his wrist out of Hitoshi’s hold.
“Kitten, calm down,” Riot commands lowly.
Katsuki’s guards fly up and lock down. “Fuck you, Riot,” he hisses defensively, ignoring the scarred brow that raises at his bratty tone. “Excuse me for caring about whether the three of you go to fucking prison,” he bites out before he truly thinks through the implications of his words. He then groans and pinches the bridge of his nose when three wide grins greet him.
“Told you,” Dabi snarks, turning to face the other two with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Katsuki rounds on him instantly, “Told them what, exactly?”
Dabi turns to him, lips still quirked up in a sly smile, “That you care about all three of us and that’s why you won’t pick one of us.”
Katsuki raises a brow and crosses his arms across his chest. “Still waiting on an explanation as to how all three of you know about one another,” he snarls through gritted teeth. “Or how the hell you found my fucking apartment.”
Riot steps forward and grabs one of Katsuki’s crossed arms and yanks him until Katsuki is wrapped in strong arms before he even has the active thought to struggle. He doesn’t bother to fight, knows it’s pointless when it comes to Riot. The masculine smell of the villain curls in Katsuki’s nose and he feels a little bit of tension bleed from his muscles at the familiar comfort of being encased in those muscular arms. Riot has always been the most tactile, the most comforting of the three and right now Katsuki feels like he’s been tossed into the twilight zone without a tether. “Baby,” he murmurs and presses a light kiss into Katsuki’s filthy hair. “We’ve known about each other since the beginning. Villains like to brag when they bag a catch like you and we’ve been friends for a long ass time. You just so happened to sleep with each of us all in the same week and let’s just say that a running bet has been going as to who is going to finally claim you…” Riot explains gently, like he’s trying to contain the explosion with soft words and a gentle touch.
Katsuki blinks as the information processes, rage swiftly follows. Like he’s anticipating Katsuki’s reaction, Riot’s entire body hardens preemptively.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Katsuki screams and tries to yank himself unsuccessfully from the fucking boulders pinning him to Riot’s rocky chest. “Let me fucking go, Shitty Hair! Right fucking now!”
Riot shakes his head and rolls his eyes like Katsuki is a toddler throwing a tantrum over something absolutely silly.
“KitKat?” Hitoshi tries to interrupt.
“Don’t even start with me, Mindfuck! I swear to god–” Katsuki’s tirade is abruptly cut off…He should have known better.
“ Sleep. ”
--THE TERRIBLE TRIO–-
Katsuki slumps in Riot’s arms and he leans down to press another kiss to soft blonde strands.
“Told you that it wasn’t going to go well,” Hitoshi drawls, eyes still locked on Katsuki’s limp form being held up by Riot effortlessly.
“I happen to think that it went better than expected,” Dabi argues. “I knew he wanted all three of us. Our firecracker is many things, but indecisive is not one of them.”
“He’s gonna be pissed as hell when he wakes up,” Riot mutters and shifts to lift Katsuki into his arms fully. He turns on his heel and exits the kitchen to head down the hallway. Hitoshi and Dabi follow, hot on his heels.
“Well, if he hadn’t ghosted us for over a week, we probably wouldn’t be here right now,” Hitoshi grumbles. “Was fucking worried about him.”
“Look at him, Tosh,” Dabi snipes. “He’s fucking exhausted. Haven’t you been watching the fucking news? He’s been dealing with shit back to back. I don’t know anyone that wants to be fucked out of their minds when they’re running on fucking fumes. The heroes are running him ragged.”
“This was going to happen eventually,” Riot growls over his shoulder as he enters the bathroom and sets Katsuki gently on the floor next to the shower before reaching in to turn it on. “One of us would have slipped up or he would have figured it out. He’s not fucking stupid. If anything he’s too fucking clever for his own good. He deserves to know the fucking truth. All of us care about him and he cares about all of us. That’s it and that’s all.” Riot reaches a hand out testing the water and then proceeds to strip Katsuki’s shirt over his head.
All three sets of eyes are instantly drawn to the bright red burn across Katsuki’s chest that they hadn’t noticed. Hitoshi picks up his hero shirt and and examines it closer. “The fabric is fucking melted,” he rasps out.
Dabi leans forward and examines the burn closer, before he turns abruptly and starts digging through all of the bathroom cabinets. He lets out a small noise of victory and pulls out a bottle of aloe vera with lidocaine. He then reaches past Riot and fiddles with the shower knob until only lukewarm water rains down. “Get him in the shower. Gotta clean him up so that I can treat that burn.”
Riot quickly strips the rest of Katsuki’s clothes, Hitoshi leaning down to keep Katsuki gently braced so that his pants can be tugged down. Hitoshi presses a kiss down to Katsuki’s forehead while Riot quickly strips his own clothes off in a hurry. He then tugs Katsuki up into his arms and maneuvers him through the shower door. Riot is quick and efficient while shampooing Katsuki’s hair and gently wiping down his skin, the other two not able to look away from the erotic sight. By the time Riot shuts the shower off, all three of them are sporting vicious hard ons that they collectively ignore in favor of taking turns drying Katsuki off. Riot holds Katsuki on the bathroom floor, cradling him between muscular thighs while Dabi treats the burn on his chest and wraps a bandage around it. Hitoshi quickly hustles to the bedroom and turns down the sheets and dim the lights before returning to the bathroom to help the others.
“Do you think he’s eaten?” Dabi murmurs as they carry him into the bedroom and lay him down softly in the middle of the bed.
“Only one way to find out,” Hitoshi grumbles and crawls over the end of the bed to nestle in on Katsuki’s backside. Riot crawls in behind him and Dabi shuffles to crawl in on Katsuki’s front. There’s no words that need to be shared between the villains. There’s no bickering or discord as they nestle Katsuki between them like they’ve done it a hundred times before.
Hitoshi locks his arm over Katsuki and clasps his hand to keep him from lashing out and Dabi closes in on his front grabbing the other, not giving Katsuki any real room to wiggle or fight.
“ KitKat, time to come back to us, baby ,” Hitoshi commands quietly and nuzzles into the back of Katsuki’s neck.
There's a long inhale and Katsuki’s eyes start to flutter open, groggy and confused.
“Toshi?” he mumbles softly.
“Right here, KitKat,” Hitoshi murmurs, squeezing Katsuki’s hand in what he hopes is a reassuring manner.
“Wha’ happened,” he grumbles and closes his eyes again like he’s just too comfortable to leave the clutches of sleep. He truly looks exhausted with dark circles under his eyes, cracked lips and paler than normal skin.
“You got a little upset with us, firecracker, so you took a little nap to calm down,” Dabi rumbles and brings the back of Katsuki’s hand up to brush his lips over the knuckles.
Katsuki hums sleepily in response.
“Kitten, have you eaten anything today?” Riot asks softly, voice low and crooning.
“Mmmm…yeah. Grabbed a bento on my way–” he mumbles, but then stops, his eyes flying open on Dabi in front of him. He groans long and low, the three villains tense in preparation for the impending tirade.
“Why the fuck are all three of you here?” he grouses and clenches his eyes closed like if he can magically banish them all if he can’t see them.
“Because you weren’t answering your phone and we got worried,” Dabi explains softly and strokes his thumb over Katsuki’s.
Katsuki sighs, “M’ sorry, been on-call all week and it’s just one thing after another. But you guys can’t be here…If you get caught…”
“We know the risk, baby,” Hitoshi reassures. “Everyone has been brainwashed to forget ever seeing us and we made sure that all of the cameras were disabled. We needed to see you. We’ve always known where you are, KitKat. It’s not exactly hard to follow you. We know you needed your own space, but by the looks of things you needed us…so we’re here.”
Katsuki cracks an eye open and Dabi leans down to brush his lips over his. “Don’t worry so much, little firecracker. We’ve been doing this for a long time. We know how to avoid heroes when we want to and we wouldn’t put you in jeopardy,” Dabi purrs.
Riot reaches over Hitoshi to stroke thick fingers through Katsuki’s hair and he leans into the touch. “So about this bet?...” Katsuki goads, even while leaning into Riots fingers like a cat seeking to be pet.
All three of them let out deep chuckles. “The bet is off, kitten,” Riot answers for them. “We’ve been friends a long time, and have decided that we are fully capable of sharing.”
Both of Katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up while he tries to turn over his shoulder. “Now listen, motherfuckers–” he starts, sounding frayed and tired.
“-Already been decided, KitKat. You’re ours now,” Hitoshi interrupts firmly, brooking no room for argument.
“You decided not to play favorites, firecracker, so you belong to all of us and we belong to you,” Dabi growls and nips playfully at Katsuki’s neck.
“But–” Katsuki tries again, but his lips are captured by Dabi’s, cutting off his words.
Hitoshi releases Katsuki’s hand now that the danger seems to have passed and runs his own down over Katsuki’s abs and navel over his thin tank top. “No ‘buts’, KitKat. We’re not going to let you escape us,” he murmurs. “Just let us take care of you, baby.”
“You need to sleep, Kitten. We’re right here and we’ll be here when you wake up…” Riot promises with a low growl.
Katsuki is panting hard when Dabi releases his lips, but his eyes are starting to droop like he just can’t manage to keep them open any longer. “Fine,” he grumbles and his head drops back down to the pillow. “But if you fuckers get caught, it’s not my fault.”
All three of them smile at him fondly while Hitoshi rubs soothing circles over his stomach, Riot strokes through his hair, and Dabi nuzzles his nose. “We know, baby. Gonna take such good care of you. Sleep now and you can yell at us in the morning, ok?” Dabi whispers.
“‘Kay,” Katsuki whispers back as his eyes flutter closed, “but I’m not playing favorites.”
Three quiet chuckles can be heard as all of them settle in close.
“As long as you’re ours, Kitten…” Riot responds softly.
“Yours…” Katsuki rasps out faintly, the word tapering into soft even breaths.