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Katsuki had never had sex.
He was fine with that, of course (there was no way someone like him would be a virgin by accident), the idea of sex had just never been particularly appealing to him. More than that, the idea of having sex with a person? Katsuki could barely even stand people! So naturally, at the ripe young age of twenty-three, Bakugou Katsuki was still, undeniably, a virgin.
Which would be totally not a problem if only the villain he’d been fighting hadn’t just hit him with an arousal quirk strong enough to make his knees give out.
Katsuki had powered through, of course, taken the bastard down and blasted himself home before anything could get out of hand, but-
Well, now he was stuck at home, cock achingly hard in his pants, and possibly going out of his mind.
He’d called the agency as soon as the villain had been apprehended, and he’d been assured that the quirk wasn’t dangerous, nothing would happen to him regardless of how he handled it. If he chose to ignore it, he’d probably be incredibly uncomfortable for a few days, but that was the worst that would happen. Regardless, he was off duty until it ran its course since there was apparently no way to undo its effects.
The best thing to do, they’d informed him with no shortage of awkwardness, was probably to just have sex until he felt better.
Obviously, that presented a bit of an issue.
Katsuki had hung up on them with a string of curses, adamant that he absolutely would not be doing that. That was three hours ago, and Katsuki had spent the last hour and a half staring at the puddle of cum soaking the pillow between his legs, going through a mental list of everyone he knew and considering, seriously, whether he would possibly want to sleep with them.
In the end, the decision was much easier than he’d anticipated.
Katsuki sent out two matching texts to the two people he trusted most with something so… so damn vulnerable.
my apartment asap, he sent, with a single explosion emoji. His signal that something was wrong. Urgent.
He wasn’t even fully naked yet; he’d been too desperate to do more than kick off his shoes and strip off his pants as he stumbled to his room, his hands already pulling out his drooling cock, squeezing the base where his knot would form.
He could only imagine the look he would get when they found him, his bodysuit pushed to the side so he could press his bare cock against the pillows, his hair messy and damp with sweat. He’d probably get yelled at for behaving in such an unrefined manner even given the circumstances.
When the door to his apartment banged open and slammed quickly shut, Katsuki felt a shiver of anticipation—or was it something more anxious?—and he let out a low groan as his knot pulsed weakly between the pillow and his hand, dribbling more cum even after three nonstop hours. Katsuki felt raw, all frayed at the edges and terribly unhinged.
The excitement—trepidation—only grew as a pair of footsteps hurried towards his room, his own name called out in a clear, brisk tone.
And then Best Jeanist was bursting into his room- though he wasn’t in uniform right now, so just… Hakamata. Katsuki managed to look up at him through the sweat-dark hair dripping in front of his eyes.
Hakamata was in what was probably his equivalent to loungewear, though Katsuki had never actually seen him outside of his hero juit (jean suit, hilarious) until now. Instead of his usual skin-tight blue denim, he was dressed in a pair of light wash jeans, wide and loose around the legs in a way that was more stylish than sloppy, and his shirt was a thin, light blue chambray button up, mostly unbuttoned and loose around his narrow shoulders.
His hair, smooth as silk, was out of its usual helmet-like style, parted closer to the center and hanging loose around the tops of his ears. He smelled like lavender and honey and lily of the valley, and, of course, that fresh laundry scent that Katsuki still didn’t know whether it came from him or his clothes.
Hakamata was frozen in the doorway, his mouth open, no doubt trying to get a read on the situation, breathing in Katsuki’s heavy scent of cracked pepper, warm vanilla, and amber rum.
Katsuki was so dizzy with want that he couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed at the way his hips kept twitching against the soiled pillow, his breaths coming out in panted whimpers. Hakamata’s blue eyes were flitting over him, taking in every quick heave of his chest, every string of spit that formed between his lips with each gasp.
Before he could do anything or even ask, the door opened again, and in seconds, the dark scent of an upset alpha began to fill the room.
Aizawa was there.
He came in behind Hakamata and froze. He was shorter than the omega by a few centimeters, but both of them towered over Katsuki, and they loomed in his doorway, filling the space as their scents began to flood the room.
Aizawa was the first to speak, paying no mind to the way Katsuki kept grinding down, one hand holding his cock against the pillow as he rocked against it. “What’s going on? Hakamata, what are you doing here?”
“I’m assuming he sent me the same message he sent you. He appears to be… under the influence of a quirk.” He said it diplomatically, like he didn’t want to be crude about it even though it didn’t really get much cruder than Katsuki rutting against his filthy bedding in front of his former mentors.
Immediately, Aizawa’s hair started to float around his face, his one good eye blazing red as he fixed his gaze on Katsuki. Katsuki just let out a pained moan, equal parts exhausted from three hours of nonstop masturbation and somehow even more aroused than before at having Hakamata and Aizawa both looking at him like this.
“W-won’t work,” he forced out when he was able to scrounge together enough brain cells to form a sentence. “Has to just… run its course.” It was hard to talk when he felt like his balls would fall off if he kept going like this, orgasms blending together until he felt like he was stuck on cloud nine with no possible way down.
Aizawa released his quirk slowly and he and Hakamata exchanged a look. “I see. Why did you contact us?”
Ah, yes. That.
Katsuki dropped his head down, his shoulders shrugging up to hide his face even as he kept grinding. He really did feel dizzy at this point, the constant rush getting to him like a fever. “Hurts,” he whimpered, feeling young in the face of the two older men. “I can’t keep- keep going but it h-hurts to stop, I- I need help, please.”
Hakamata made a vaguely approving noise, no doubt satisfied with Katsuki’s manners, but Aizawa beat him to it if he’d planned on saying anything.
“Do you not have a partner you could have called? Someone you have a prior history with, closer to your age?”
Katsuki shook his head desperately. “There’s no one,” he panted. “I don’t- don’t want anyone, just trust you t-two to take care of me.” Pathetic. He ducked his head with a whine, vaguely disgusted with himself, an alpha hero brought so low by something as ridiculous as this. But that was why he’d contacted them instead of anyone else. They wouldn’t look down on him. They’d just take care of him, like they always did.
“No one? You’ve never had a sexual partner?” Hakamata, with poorly disguised surprise coloring his words and scent.
“No,” Katsuki snapped. Well, it would have been a snap if he didn’t sound so fucked out already, breathy and weak. “Never wanted to.”
Thankfully, neither of them pushed that particular line of questioning any further, which was good because Katsuki did not have the thought capacity to answer those kinds of things.
“What do you need from us, then?” Aizawa asked. They were still hovering in the doorway, so far-
“Help me,” Katsuki begged without so much as an ounce of hesitation. “Help me, help me, make me come, I can’t take it anymore!”
Aizawa’s scent spiked: black coffee and faint orange blossoms, undercut with something spicy that burned in Katsuki’s lungs. He wanted to taste it. Hakamata was the one to speak, though.
“Have you only come like this so far?” He was straight to business, finally crossing the room towards Katsuki’s bed, releasing his scent to wash over him like a cool, soothing spring rain. “You’ve made quite a mess of yourself, Bakugou.”
Katsuki whined, tilting his head back up to watch the omega approach. “I couldn’t- I just-” He was too desperate to so much as undress when he’d made it inside, even just wrapping a hand around himself was too much when he just wanted friction, wanted a touch that wasn’t his own, pleasure that he didn’t have to cause.
Hakamata hummed, knowingly but still a little dissatisfied with the obvious mess. Even so, he cleared a spot for himself with a wave of his hand, the blankets twisting themselves out of the way until he had a dry place to sit.
“You said it hurts, hmm? Have you only touched your cock?”
“Hakamata,” Aizawa snapped, but the omega ignored him.
“I-I’m not an omega,” Katsuki panted, not really sure what Hakamata was getting at. “I can’t-”
“You can,” Hakamata interrupted firmly, “you need a little lubrication is all. Do you want to try?”
Katsuki stared at him, wide-eyed, and then turned to blink at Aizawa. The other alpha looked tense for a moment, but then he deflated with a sigh and made his way over as well. “You can do it,” he rumbled in that sort of gentle-rough voice he used when he was trying to offer his own peculiar brand of comfort. “Plenty of alphas enjoy it.”
Oh. “Do you?” Katsuki asked, his whole body shaking as his cock twitched and came again. Aizawa huffed out something like a laugh and shrugged, shifting some blankets out of the way and propping some clean pillows against the headboard to lean back on. Hakamata shifted to mirror him until they were both positioned on either side of the bed, Katsuki somewhat between them, rutting helplessly against the pillow locked between his knees.
“I have,” Aizawa murmured. “It’s not my preference, but it’s not bad. Why don’t you try it, and give your cock a break for a bit.”
Katsuki shivered at the vulgarity of it, of what they were instructing him to do, of the way they were talking about his cock as he rubbed it raw in front of them. He nodded.
“Can you get your uniform off?” Hakamata asked, and Katsuki shook his head instantly. The fabric was too tight, too thick, and soaked with sweat. It’d take him several minutes to get it off on a good day, but right now he didn’t even know if he could go a few minutes without touching himself more. “I’ll take care of it,” Hakamata said calmly when Katsuki whined, and the next thing he knew his bodysuit was practically unraveling itself, winding off from his body like a bandage and reforming in a heap off to the side.
Katsuki heaved in a deep breath, the sudden chill on his chest and the lack of restriction adding a brand new layer of sensation on top of everything else, and he ended up sucking in a lungful of Aizawa and Hakamata’s rich, strong scents, coffee and spice and bright, honeyed flowers. It made him ache a little.
“Come here,” Aizawa instructed, gesturing towards the cleaner space between him and Hakamata, a non-filthy pillow propped up for Katsuki to lean against. “Toss that thing aside, you don’t need it right now.”
Katsuki struggled to obey. He wanted to, that’s why he’d called them over in the first place, but he just- he couldn’t stop, no matter how much the stimulation made him feel like he was about to dissolve, like he might fall into pieces if he kept going. He stared helplessly up at them, whimpering as his hips jerked over the pillow.
“Come here,” Aizawa repeated, and this time Katsuki could feel the command in it, heavy and irresistible in a way Katsuki’s commands weren’t, not yet. Aizawa was older, steadier, much more dominant than a cocky alpha pup like Katsuki. So of course, Katsuki lifted himself off the pillow with shaky knees, tossed the pillow off behind him somewhere, and scrambled for the spot as steadily as he could manage.
“Much more polite like this,” Hakamata observed as Katsuki dropped into the space between them, the burn of arousal already beginning to reach an almost unbearable peak from the lack of touch.
“Hurts,” Katsuki whined, fisting his hands in the sheets at his sides as he leaned back against the pillows, desperately heaving for air as if it would alleviate the pain. “Please- Please, I want-”
“Shouta-kun, why don’t you check that drawer for lube,” Hakamata instructed, already reaching for the nightstand closest to him. “Baku- Katsuki. Is it alright if I call you that right now?”
“Yes,” Katsuki breathed.
“Katsuki,” Hakamata crooned sweetly, “scoot down on the bed. Knees up, legs wide.” Aizawa handed a bottle of lube over Katsuki’s trembling body, and Hakamata took it with a nod. He popped the lid open and slowly— slowly— untangled Katsuki’s dominant hand from the sheets, holding it up in his own and overturning the lube into it until Katsuki had to cup his palm to keep any from spilling.
“Make sure it’s nice and wet,” Hakamata instructed, guiding Katsuki’s hand between his spread legs and letting go. “Spread it on your hole, massage your rim with it.”
Aizawa let out a vaguely troubled sigh. “Hakamata, I don’t know if we should-”
“He’s an adult,” Hakamata murmured, keeping his voice calm and quiet as Katsuki began to follow his instructions, gasping when the cold lube dripped onto his red cock. “If he was allowed to go home and had the clarity to ask us to come instead of someone else, instead of just finding the closest person and asking them, I believe this is okay. You don’t have to stay, Shouta-kun, I can take care of him. I do not plan to touch him.”
Katsuki let out a long, desperate whine at that. He wasn’t going to touch him? “W-why?”
Instantly, Hakamata ran a cool, slender hand through Katsuki’s hair, pushing it back from his face and petting him softly. “Just in case,” he explained gently. “I will stay and help you, but you can do this, can’t you? All you have to do is what I tell you.”
“What we tell you,” Aizawa corrected gruffly, settling back with a sigh. “Though you’ve never been very good at taking instructions.”
“I can!” Katsuki blurted, his wet fingers still and pressing lightly right at his hole, not daring to move. “I can- I can be good.”
The older heroes were quiet for a moment before Hakamata let out a small laugh. “You heard the boy, he wants to be good for us. What are you waiting for then, Katsuki? I told you to do something, didn’t I?”
Katsuki nodded with a gasp, and began to… rub, smearing the lube over the tight furl of his hole, the smooth skin of his perineum. It was odd, but it wasn’t bad. Just… strange.
He knew male omegas had sex like this all the time, but it still felt strange to be touching himself there so intimately, doing what Hakamata had said and massaging, pressing lightly and more firmly with no discernible pattern, repeating the motions on his perineum because it felt good there if he got it right-
When Hakamata’s hand in his hair stilled, Katsuki whimpered and looked up at him with pleading eyes. The omega chuckled and resumed his petting. “Who would have thought the troublesome Dynamight would be such a needy pup like this,” he murmured, and Aizawa snorted in agreement.
“I’m surprised his alpha’s okay with this,” he commented. “Belly up for us, playing with his hole. He even asked for me to come. Did you want an alpha around, Katsuki? Someone stronger than you?”
Katsuki nodded with a moan. “Trust you,” he breathed. “I don’t- don’t know what’m doing, just wanted y-you two.”
Maybe a Katsuki that was less cum-dumb wouldn’t have said that. Maybe that Katsuki would know what that even meant in the first place. All Katsuki knew right now was that it was true and that he was so, so glad they’d come.
“Katsuki, can you put a finger in?” Hakamata instructed, his voice low and smooth. “Just one, just try.”
Katsuki blinked up with watery eyes and saw Aizawa looking down at him, his gaze dark and steady, approving. Aizawa nodded, and Katsuki took a deep breath, and pushed a single, wet finger into his tight, virgin hole.
It- Surprisingly enough, it didn’t hurt at all. It was a little strange, but not bad, and as he pushed in a little further, he was shocked that there was a point where instead of fighting him, his hole just seemed to swallow his finger, dragging it deeper.
“Oh,” he breathed, staring blankly at the ceiling, Aizawa and Hakamata in his periphery, safe and watchful. It didn’t feel good yet, but it was so… so something, and Katsuki’s whole body was so sensitive right now that he didn’t know what to do with it.
“He likes it,” Aizawa rumbled, rough and certain. “A little alpha with a hungry hole. Go ahead, Katsuki, move.”
So he did. He pulled his finger free, and then slowly pushed it back in until it reached that point where it slipped deeper. He did it over and over until it didn’t feel odd anymore at all, until it felt like it was actually easing the burn of arousal from the quirk. It was feeling good, even if it wasn’t much yet.
Then Hakamata was grabbing his free hand—cleaner than the one inside him, but still dirtied with cum from before—and holding it between his own. “Try this,” the omega instructed, holding Katsuki’s hand face-up with one hand and sliding his own fingers up Katsuki’s wrist until his fingertips were flat against the center of his palm. “Like this,” he murmured, and then he began to slowly curl his middle finger against Katsuki’s hand, his fingertip pressing into the hollow of his palm. “Do it inside, feel around.”
Just the feel of his hand, of his fingers doing… doing whatever they were doing to Katsuki’s hand, had him whining, had his cock flopping uselessly against his tense stomach, his knot stuck half full and unable to deflate fully. Katsuki, because he was good, listened.
At first, it didn’t feel particularly different. A little extra pressure, the unfamiliar sensation of something moving inside him. And then he felt it; he pressed his fingertip against something soft and giving, and instantly, his cock twitched and he came across his stomach (again).
“W-what was- Hhn!” Now that he’d found it, he didn’t want to stop; he couldn’t stop, not unless Aizawa made him again. His finger was trained on that one spot, curling and pressing and making Katsuki’s whole body jerk and tremble with sensitivity. “Good,” he slurred, his head lolling listlessly to the side.
“You are good,” Hakamata cooed encouragingly, and Katsuki whined at the praise. “Shouta-kun was right, you’re a desperate little pup, aren’t you?”
“Wanna come,” Katsuki panted, “wanna- wanna-”
“Put another finger in first,” Aizawa instructed, his own hands crossed in his lap, his knuckles white as he held himself in place. Katsuki listened, slipping in a second finger much more easily than he’d expected, his eyes trained on Aizawa’s hands, bigger than Katsuki’s, the skin rougher. He imagined those fingers inside him instead, and when he pushed both fingertips against that spot, he came yet again with a silent cry.
“Good job, Katsuki,” Hakamata praised, his nails scratching at Katsuki’s scalp, “you’re doing so well. How long do you have to do this?”
Katsuki whined at the reminder, fingers pumping and curling lazily inside of him. “A- A few days,” he moaned. “No cure.”
Hakamata and Aizawa exchanged a look over him, having a silent conversation that Katsuki didn’t even bother trying to interpret. Finally Hakamata sighed and nodded. “This won’t work then. Will you be okay if I leave for a while? I’ll have to pick up some toys for you.”
“And food,” Aizawa reminded him sternly. “And lube.”
“Yes, all of that. I’d offer to stay but he’ll listen to your commands if you need him to stop for water or the restroom, so I’d say you’re a bit… tied up at the moment.”
“Please go,” Aizawa muttered darkly, glaring at the omega. Katsuki whined softly and they both turned their attention back to him.
“Why?” he asked, “Can’t you two just… I don’t need toys, why do I need toys?”
Aizawa huffed out a little laugh and then his hand joined Hakamata’s in Katsuki’s hair, and Katsuki couldn’t help but lean into it, eyelids fluttering at the warm, gentle touch, so different that the way his whole body felt like it was trying to flee from his own, no matter how good it felt. It was too much at this point, so much, and he didn’t know how he was supposed to take much more.
“We can’t do anything to you, Katsuki, not like this,” Aizawa said. “You’ll be okay, we’ll take care of you. You trust us, right?”
He did; he did, so much, so he didn’t get why they wouldn’t just touch him. But then Hakamata was leaning down, and his lips pressed softly to Katsuki’s temple, cool and dry, and Katsuki froze like a shock had just run through him.
“I’ll be back,” he said sweetly. “Be good for your alpha. Don’t be pushy, remember your manners.”
Katsuki whined softly, but didn’t protest. Hakamata was not asking, he was telling, and Katsuki- Katsuki wanted to listen, wanted to show that he could. He nodded softly, then turned and wiggled his face into the side of Aizawa’s thigh. The older alpha was in black sweats and a black tee shirt. Soft and drenched in his scent. His hand in Katsuki’s hair paused for a moment and then resumed without a word.
“Not gonna say goodbye to your omega?” It sounded like he was teasing Hakamata a little, but Katsuki turned anyway, meeting Hakamata’s pale blue eyes, widened slightly in surprise. They softened when they met Katsuki’s.
“See you,” Katsuki mumbled, his fingers slow and distracted inside him. “Hurry.”
“Katsuki,” Aizawa chided.
“Please,” Katsuki tacked on. Hakamata smiled down at him, almost proud, and nodded.
“I’ll be back soon.”
With one more stern look at Aizawa that Katsuki couldn’t decipher, Hakamata straightened, brushed nonexistent dust off his denim, and left.
Katsuki buried himself back into Aizawa’s warmth, mouth open to breath in as much of his scent as possible, and began to move his hand more purposefully as the burn of the quirk picked back up.
He could come at anything at this point; a stiff breeze would probably do it for him, but every time he spilled (or didn’t, which was starting to happen now that he wasn’t touching his cock at all) it felt more painful than the time before.
It didn’t take long before the tears that had been stinging at his eyes for a while already began to spill over, and he had to bite his lip to hold back the pained sobs that accompanied every pleasured moan. At least his fingers felt better inside him than around, though the angle was a nightmare for his wrist.
Aizawa, for his part, didn’t stop stroking his hair, releasing his scent in thick, soothing waves. “You’re alright, pup,” he rumbled when Katsuki couldn’t hold back a cry as he came dry, his hips jolting forward and making his cock touch the blankets, the quick, dry touch too much, too much- “Breathe through it, you’re okay. You’re the best, aren’t you? You’ll be okay.”
Katsuki listened to him, because there was nothing else to do. He gasped out sobs against Aizawa’s sweatpants and fucked himself on two fingers; and then three when he found himself begging for more even as he cried for it to end, and Aizawa crooned for him, a low soothing rumble as he told Katsuki to add another, take his time, slow down.
At some point, Aizawa commanded him to stop, forced him to drink some water, wiped him clean and made him wait for a bit as he got the dirtiest of the blankets and sheets off the bed and threw on a fresh flat sheet over it all, and a towel. When he sat back down, he was closer to the center of the bed, and he motioned for Katsuki to fit himself between his outstretched legs.
Katsuki all but lunged forward to obey, climbing over one of Aizawa’s thick thighs and curling on his side between them, his head propped up on his hip. He could see the slight bulge there, an undeniable sign that, at least physically, Aizawa wanted him, but his own arousal, pleasure, and pain were too all encompassing to think too much about it. If anything, it was just a distant comfort, knowing that he wasn’t just humiliating himself in front of the alpha he- he looked up to.
Still, by the time Hakamata returned, even the warmth of Aizawa’s body and the soothing cloud of his scent were not enough to ease the pain or the urges, and he was crying openly as he fucked himself, Aizawa stroking over his head, shoulders, spine, murumuring praise and encouragement for him.
“Poor thing,” was the first thing Hakamata said when he came in, and it just made Katsuki cry harder. “Don’t worry, pup, I brought things to help. Maybe you’ll be able to sleep with these.”
Katsuki glanced tiredly at the bag the omega set on the bed. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. Right now he couldn’t imagine sleeping because there was no way for him to satiate the quirk enough to keep it from waking him up in pain, but maybe…
Hakamata leaned down to kiss him on the temple again, and his sweet, refreshing omega scent flooded Katsuki’s senses for a moment, a reprieve from the desperate, distressed note in his own scent that had slowly overpowered everything else.
Then he straightened, leaving Katsuki gasping for another taste, honey lingering in the air. Hakamata just smiled down at him and began to unload the bag. Katsuki couldn’t help the way his eyes widened with every new thing he pulled out: a plug; another larger plug; a string of… were those anal beads? A thick, long dildo; some things with buttons that looked like they probably vibrated; many bottles of lube.
Katsuki felt himself clench around his own fingers, and honestly, although he’d never had anything inside him until now, he found that he was more desperate than afraid. If Hakamata trusted that he’d be able to take it, then he would be able to.
Aizawa let out a bit of a growl at the sight of everything, an approving noise, and that only made Katsuki more desperate to try them. Unfortunately, like before, he was unable to pull his fingers free on his own, so he just stared at the toys with a dazed look on his face and hungered.
Until, of course, Aizawa made him stop. “Take the plug, the one with the remote. Let’s see if you can get some sleep with it.”
Hakamata helped pinpoint the specific toy, even going so far as to spill lube over it and make sure it was wet enough to go in. It was much bigger around than Katsuki’s fingers, but not that much longer, and Katsuki just rolled slightly onto his stomach between Aizawa’s legs and lifted his ass in the air just a little.
“Steady, pup,” Hakamata murmured, and Katsuki trembled when his hand stroked over Katsuki’s bare skin, over his hip, the side of his ass, the top of his thigh. “Shouta, make sure he relaxes.”
“You hear that, Katsuki? Relax.”
Katsuki’s body went limp, and he was distantly aware of the end of the plug rubbing against his rim, soft and swollen from being played with for so long. And then Hakamata pushed, and it began to slide it, stretching him more, more, more, and finally popping in past the widest part, leaving Katsuki gasping helplessly as his hole fluttered around the base, unable to clench up with Aizawa’s command still keeping him loose.
Hakamata wasn’t done yet, though, and he carefully began to push and pull the plug, in and out until Katsuki’s hole was truly stretched by the widest part and it could slip in and out with minimal resistance.
“Are you ready, pup?” Hakamata asked, and when Katsuki whined wordlessly, he took it as agreement. In the corner of his vision, Katsuki saw the omega lift up a remote, and the next thing he knew, the plug inside him was buzzing, humming with a low, relentless pressure right against that spot inside him, and Katsuki sobbed as he came again with no warning.
“Is it too high?” he heard Aizawa ask, but it sounded like he was underwater as Katsuki panted and trembled between the alpha’s legs, face burning with tears.
“Lowest setting,” Hakamata answered quietly. “He’s so sensitive, it can’t even feel good anymore. I called his agency, they said he should be fine. Even if he didn’t do anything at all, he’d be terribly uncomfortable for a few days and then it would pass. He’s probably out of it at this point too, but it’s not because of the quirk.”
Aizawa grunted in acknowledgement, not satisfied by the answers. “He’s been crying most of the time since you left. I wish…”
“Me too. If it were a rut or something, at least we would be able to help. Is he awake?”
Aizawa’s hand hesitated, sliding around to Katsuki’s cheek and gently rolling his face to the side. Katsuki’s cheeks were red and wet with tears, his lips open as spit pooled uselessly onto Aizawa’s thigh. His eyes were open but hazy, though they flitted up towards Aizawa’s face at the movement.
“Yeah,” Aizawa murmured, stroking Katsuki’s face gently, “just out of it. Should I have him sleep?”
Hakamata hummed and leaned over till he could meet Katsuki’s eyes. “Do you want to sleep now, pup? Would you like some food or water?”
Katsuki forced himself to bring back some awareness to his own body, though he almost preferred feeling out of it, not feeling the way every single nerve felt like a lightning rod in the midst of a hurricane. “Water,” he managed, his voice cracked and raw. Hakamata already had a water bottle in hand and cracked it open, and Aizawa pulled Katsuki up to a more horizontal position.
The shift jostled the plug, and Katsuki cried out, but no matter what he was going to be in pain—at this point, that was a given—so at least having it in meant he didn’t have to do anything, it eased the ache of the quirk all on its own.
He drank slowly at Hakamata’s order, little sips to quench his thirst, make up for all the lost fluids. Aizawa held him upright, one arm wrapped carefully around his torso, the other wiping sweat from his forehead and tears from his cheeks.
“Hakamata,” Aizawa called, and Hakamata’s lips quirked up slightly.
“I think we can all use given names now, can’t we? You may call me Tsunagu.”
“Tsunagu,” Aizawa corrected after a moment. Or… Shouta, wasn’t it? Tsunagu said all, which included Katsuki. Shouta continued, “Could you make a nest for him? It might help, at least mentally.”
The thought of Tsunagu, the poised and powerful omega that had spent most of his career in the top 10, making a nest just for Katsuki made Katsuki feel overwhelmed in a completely different kind of way.
“Of course,” Tsunagu agreed easily, and the blankets and sheets were already beginning to twist, shift, curl into a nest-like shape around Katsuki and Aizawa, leaving enough room for Tsunagu to slip in as well. As his quirk shaped it, he went through, scenting the (clean) fabric thoroughly, and Katsuki melted as his sweet, calm smell filled his senses. He felt Aizawa relax behind him as well, and felt vaguely guilty for burdening the other alpha with something like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, not when Aizawa’s strong arms were around him, his scent heavy like a blanket over them.
“Sleep now?” Tsunagu asked, pausing before climbing into the nest, waiting for Katsuki’s answer. Katsuki just hummed and wiggled his cleanest hand free from underneath him, reaching out in a weak effort to drag the omega closer even though he was still out of his reach.
He didn’t need to drag him though, Tsunagu went easily, willingly, organizing those long slender limbs of his in an effortlessly graceful way as he got in the nest, scooting up close to Shouta without hesitation, immediately reaching over to rub a thumb softly over Katsuki’s scent gland, a comforting, gentle scenting.
“Do you need a command?” Shouta asked, shifting one leg so Katsuki could be a little closer to Tsunagu as well. Katsuki nodded tiredly. He wanted to sleep without thought, without awareness. Just sleep, just rest. Shouta bent slightly and pressed his lips softly to the top of Katsuki’s head. “Sleep, pup.”
Katsuki slept.
He lost track of time after that. When he woke up, he was crying and aching from coming over and over in his sleep, but Shouta and Tsunagu were always right there, speaking quietly amongst each other or murmuring praise to Katsuki even as he slept.
They made him eat and drink, Shouta commanded him to the bathroom and took the opportunity to clean him up while Tsunagu took care of the nest. Shouta made him sleep a lot, because it was easier to handle everything when he was unconscious, but when he was awake, he ended up making full use of all the toys Tsunagu had brought, his body getting too used to and overstimulated by any one if he used it for too long.
It was terrible, and too good, and oh so painful, and Katsuki couldn’t wait for it to be over.
And then, suddenly, it was.
It had been, apparently, three days, and Katsuki’s body hadn’t ever felt so wrung out: not when he was kidnapped, not during the war, not during any of the weeks-long missions he’d done since he became a pro. He wanted to crawl to Recovery Girl’s office back at UA, beg her for a kiss, a hundred kisses if that was what it took. But even crawling felt like it’d be too much.
More pressing, he still had a self thrusting dildo inside him, fucking him slowly, and if it wasn’t gone in the next thirty seconds he was going to blow himself up to escape the stimulation.
The sudden distress in his scent roused Tsunagu first, who had been napping with his head on Shouta’s broad shoulder, one long leg hooked around his meaty thigh, one hand wrapped loosely around Katsuki’s wrist in his sleep.
“Pup?” he murmured, blinking quickly awake. It took a single look at Katsuki’s face for him to realize what was going on, and he jostled Shouta awake as he shifted closer, hushing Katsuki’s quiet whimpers. “You want it out? You ready?”
Katsuki nodded desperately, and didn’t even see Tsunagu pick up the smallest plug he’d brought. He turned off the dildo first, making Katsuki finally sigh in relief, and then slowly pulled it loose, Katsuki’s hole too loose from three days of constant stimulation to even catch on the head. And then it was free, and Katsuki was clenching almost painfully, and then there was a plug inside, only about the size of a finger and perfectly still. Katsuki’s walls closed around it and he let out a weary moan.
Shouta, now awake, crooned softly, and pet a hand soothingly down Katsuki’s spine. Tsunagu also carefully massaged his lower back, the dildo discarded.
“Okay?” he asked. “You’ve been full for three days, I didn’t want to shock your system. It’s an omega trick after heats, something to help you adjust.”
“Y-yeah,” Katsuki choked out, because yeah, he’d felt almost painfully empty for half a second and this was much better, not doing much to stimulate him, just giving him something to clench down on in the absence. “Thank you.”
Although the quirk was gone, he still didn’t feel like he was all there, the lingering effects of three days of nonstop pleasure and pain still fuzzing his higher function. Because he knew what it felt like, he could almost compare it to being in shock, having that almost out of body experience. He could feel himself shaking a bit, but it was almost like he was just watching it happen from the outside.
He tried to bring himself back, tried to focus on the reality of the current moment, but that just made him horribly and suddenly aware of the fact that he was still naked and drenched in all sorts of fluids while Shouta and Tsunagu were clean and dressed in some of Katsuki’s more oversized clothes. He’d never seen Tsunagu not in denim, but even that wasn’t enough to distract him from the sudden embarrassment of it all.
More so even than everything he’d done, every time he’d come or cried or clung to them desperately as they tried to calm him; more than all of than, Katsuki was ashamed that through it all, even when he’d begged, neither of them had touched him; not the way he’d wanted.
It wasn’t that he thought they had to, but when he’d messaged them, it had been with the thought: if I had to sleep with anyone, who would it be? And only they had come to mind. It was… It was a blow to the ego, knowing that the only people he’d ever even thought of like that, even when he was naked and ready and begging, didn’t want him back.
Katsuki took a deep, shaky breath and peeled himself out of Shouta’s arms, doing what he could to avoid Tsunagu as well as he tried to get free and to the edge of the bed. “I’m, uh.” His voice was so ragged, no doubt from the absolutely humiliating amount of sobbing he’d done, or maybe the moaning and whining and begging. Who knew. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he rasped, not meeting either of their eyes as he pushed himself to the edge and tried to hide the full body wince at the shock of pain that shot up his spine when he sat fully up. He ended up trying to stand, and then Tsunagu was catching him as his trembling legs gave out, pulling him back onto the bed with a serious frown.
“You shouldn’t go anywhere yet, you still need rest. I’ll go get a washcloth-”
“No,” Katsuki snapped. Then he turned his head away and curled into himself a little. “Sorry. No, it’s fine. I can take care of it. I’m not actually a pup, you know? You two helped enough, you can go now.”
Tsunagu and Shouta were silent, and then Katsuki smelled the bitter twist to Tsunagu’s honey and lavender, and Shouta straightened up behind him. “Are you upset?” he asked, ever tactful. “You’re the one who asked us to come help. Did we do something wrong?”
Tsunagu was silent, his scent quickly receding. A hero couldn’t let their scent out of control, not when it was sour with distress, and Tsunagu had been a hero for a long time, it was probably second nature for him.
“You didn’t do anything,” Katsuki muttered, and it was both absolvement and accusation. “I just- I’d rather be alone. This has been humiliating enough already.”
Shouta’s scent, unlike Tsunagu’s, just grew heavier, an oppressive weight that reminded Katsuki that he was, on probably all accounts, the weaker alpha. Not that he meant it that way, probably, but it served to do it anyway.
“I thought you’d outgrown thinking that needing help was shameful,” Shouta rumbled, not particularly gently at all. “You should know that neither of us were judging you, and we won’t start now. You need help, Katsuki.”
“I don’t,” Katsuki gritted out. “And I don’t care if you were judging me or not, you don’t think it’s humiliating begging like that just to be rejected? For three days straight? I want to be alone. You can go be… judgment-free or whatever somewhere else. I won’t die or anything, so don’t worry.”
Shouta didn’t answer, but Tsunagu’s scent began to leak out a little at a time. And then, he finally spoke up.
“Katsuki, did you think we were rejecting you because we wouldn’t have sex with you?”
Katsuki couldn’t help but bristle at the words, no matter how true. “You don’t need to talk to me like that,” he snipped. “I know I’m younger than you, but I’m still a damn adult, don’t talk to me like some inexperienced pup.”
“Stop acting like one, then,” Shouta retorted, and Tsunagu let out a quick, sharp growl to shut him up.
“I apologize, I am simply trying to make sure we’re all on the same page. Katsuki, I had no plans to touch you during this. You were under the effects of a quirk, you were in significant pain, and you told us yourself that you’d never had sex and had never wanted to. Put yourself in our jeans for a moment, you can imagine why we wouldn’t want to do anything, can’t you?”
“Yeah, but I told you—the agency told you!—the quirk had no effect on my thinking, and I messaged you two because I didn’t want anyone else.” He ground his teeth together and cursed the fact that his eyes burned. How did he even have anything left to cry? Probably Tsunagu and his insistence on keeping him hydrated and fed. “I wanted you.”
The silence that followed made Katsuki heavily reconsider how much pain he was in, because all he really wanted to do was get the hell out, but he couldn’t, he just had to sit there in the too-loud silence and pretend he couldn’t feel Shouta and Tsunagu’s eyes burning into him.
And then, Shouta snorted out a laugh, and Tsunagu followed it up with a fake cough to cover his own, and Katsuki said fuck it, and pushed himself off the bed again anyway. This time, he made it three steps on pure spite before collapsing, and Shouta was the one to catch him, scooping him up and taking him back to the bed without mercy. As soon as he was down, Tsunagu manipulated his sheets into makeshift cuffs, strapping Katsuki to the bed so he couldn’t get up again.
Then the omega leaned over to meet Katsuki’s glaring red eyes, and his own pale blue gaze was bright with soft laughter. “You’re such a stubborn boy,” he scolded. “You’re not stupid, Katsuki, you know we couldn’t do anything with the circumstances. But do you really think we would have stayed if we didn’t want to take care of you?”
“I told you, I’m not a pup,” Katsuki snarled, tugging against the bonds as best he could, trying not to move his hips too much. “I don’t need to be babied.”
“I’ve never helped a pup fuck themselves on a twenty centimeter dildo,” Tsunagu drawled. “You don’t think we would have touched you if we could? If we knew it would be okay, that we wouldn’t hurt you, that you wouldn’t regret it? A pretty, young alpha, not even touching his cock to knot, begging us to fuck him as he comes, and comes, and comes, clinging to us like such a desperate little thing.” His voice dropped into a raspy purr. “Of course we wanted to touch you, Katsuki.”
Katsuk had stopped fighting the sheets, and he stared up at Tsunagu, wide-eyed. Then his gaze flickered to Shouta, and he was just smirking in agreement, sitting back all relaxed and confident. “He’s right,” Shouta agreed. “The circumstances were shitty, but we’re not made of stone. Besides, no matter the circumstances… It’s you. I won’t speak for Tsunagu-”
“I think you could, in this instance,” the omega interrupted. “Katsuki, you are… very important to us. Both of us. The way we care for you is not how we care for any of our other students or apprentices. I am certain that not one of them would contact me for help with something like this, and if they did, I would probably take them to the hospital and make sure they were safely looked after. I would not do what I did for you. I would not want to. But for you, I would do it again and again if I had to. If you needed me, I would be right there. Is that what you wanted to say, Shouta-kun?”
“A bit more flowery than I would’ve put it,” Shouta huffed, “but close enough. Are you still upset?”
Katsuki turned away, cheeks burning. What the hell was he supposed to say to that?
“I don’t like sex,” he finally mumbled. “I never- I’d never wanted it before this damn quirk. So even if it’s you, don’t think I’m just some young alpha for you to fuck around with.”
“Do either of us look like we’re in our fucking around phase anymore, Katsuki?” Shouta drawled.
“I’m just saying,” Katsuki hissed. “I think- It almost felt good-ish when it didn’t hurt, so I think that I could like it. If it was you two. But I still don’t think I’ll want it all the time.”
“Do either of us look like we’re want it all the time age, Katsuki?” Tsunagu teased, drawing a snort of laughter from Shouta. “Besides,” Tsunagu continued, his blue eyes leaving Katsuki to rove over Aizawa instead. “Since there are three of us, I don’t think that would be much of an issue. What do you think, Shouta-kun?”
Shouta smirked. “I think we could make it work. Though I definitely won’t fuck you with that helmet head of yours, especially not after knowing that you look like this.”
“Or the juit,” Katsuki added grumpily. “I don’t wanna see you fucking in the juit.”
Tsunagu laughed out loud. “Don’t worry,” he eased, “my hair is part of my uniform. Think of it like a mask. It helps conceal my identity. And of course not. When I want to have sex, I change into my jingerie.”
Jean. Lingerie.
Katsuki considered setting the bed on fire.
“Then if that’s settled,” Shouta interrupted before Tsunagu could throw out any more denim clothes names, “you don’t want sex much, if at all. Where do you stand on kissing? Skinship?”
Katsuki blushed. “I. I’ve never…”
“Not a pup, he said,” Tsunagu crooned, and he was suddenly leaning closer, forcing his way into Katsuki’s space. “Seems like a perfect pup to me. Well? Will you let us have your first kiss to help you decide?”
Kissing… Kissing didn’t seem that bad, Katsuki thought. Kissing seemed intimate, sweet, close. He nodded shyly, and Tsunagu swooped right down and stole him into a kiss.
Katsuki admittedly didn’t have much to compare it to, but it was so delicate, and yet it swept him away, almost like a waltz. Their lips opened together, but there was no tongue involved, not yet, anyway, just Tsunagu guiding his mouth through a sweet, warm dance to a song Katsuki didn’t know.
His eyelids fluttered shut, and he surrendered into it, and when Tsunagu’s teeth nipped at his lips, when his tongue swiped into his mouth, Katsuki trembled with unfamiliar want.
“That’s a hell of a first kiss,” Shouta admired from beside them, and the commentary made Katsuki fluster so much that he lost the silent rhythm, and he ducked his head to the side, breaking the kiss. Tsunagu laughed at him gently but didn’t kiss him again. Instead, he pulled back, and Shouta took his place, a big, rough hand finding Katsuki’s cheek and holding him steady. Shouta’s one dark eye roamed over his face for just a moment before catching on his mouth, and then he was leaning in, strands of inky black hair falling loose around his face from the messy updo he had them in. “Ready?”
Katsuki gave a breathless nod of his head, and then Shouta was kissing him too, and Katsuki felt like he was drowning..
Shouta didn’t kiss all elegant and sweeping like Tsunagu. He kissed rough and demanding, but instead of demanding in a way that made him take, it was demanding in a way that had Katsuki giving what he didn’t even know he had.
His tongue was in Shouta’s mouth before he even knew what to do with it. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss without even thinking. His hands, just freed from his sheet prison, found Shouta’s shoulders and dragged him closer.
And then that was over too, Shouta pulling back with a hissed out breath, a string of spit connecting their lips and forcing Katsuki’s eyes almost crossed as he watched it glisten, disgusting but also… also not.
“Now,” Shouta offered, slowly untangling himself from Katsuki’s limbs, “why don’t we all go get clean?”
Katsuki almost protested just on principle because his mind was still a bit dazed from the kisses, but all the filth dried on his skin was, well… filthy. “Yes,” he said instead. “God yes, I’m so fucking gross. How did you two let this happen, I’m disgusting.”
“Somebody wouldn’t let us go,” Shouta teased, scooping Katsuki back up like he wasn’t his own shit ton of muscles, even if he was smaller than Shouta. “We did our best, but we needed to rest too.”
“Fine,” Katsuki conceded, because he still hadn’t really thanked them for everything, and he still wasn’t sure whether or not he actually wanted to. Then, as they were waiting for the water to get warm, a thought occurred to him. “Hey, don’t tell the agency that I’m better yet. I, uh. I cannot walk. I don’t want them drawing conclusions about why I can’t go to work for days after that kind of quirk.”
Shouta snickered, but Tsunagu nodded firmly. “Of course. After all, there would be no reason for us to stay once the quirk had worn off. As far as anyone is concerned, we are still here taking care of you.”
“Good,” Katsuki mumbled, ducking his face against Shouta’s neck where his scent was strongest. “And I need a real meal. Do either of you know how to cook?”
Shouta’s answer was a snort, which Katsuki knew meant no because he’d seen the man burn toast in the UA teacher’s toaster oven multiple times. Tsunagu had the decency to at least look a little ashamed about it. “I was into fashion more than cooking when I was young. I can make fried rice, if you have leftover takeout.”
“Whatever,” Katsuki muttered. “We’ll order delivery tonight, and when I can walk again, I’ll cook us some real food.”
“Are you trying to bribe us into sticking around?” Shouta asked teasingly, and Katsuki bit down harshly on his shoulder.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, old man. Just don’t go anywhere.”
“Of course we won’t,” Tsunagu said genuinely. “We will stay as long as you need us. Like-”
“If the next thing to come out of your mouth is a denim analogy, you’re being removed from the throuple,” Shouta warned.
Katsuki drew back to stare at him. “Where the hell did you learn the word throuple?”
“Kaminari,” he answered, just as Tsunagu protested: “Denim analogies are useful and meaningful. If you do not appreciate them, then perhaps the issue is you.”
As the older men began to bicker, Katsuki let out a long breath. Maybe- Maybe this whole thing was stupid. Maybe he was being rash, foolhardy. He’d hardly planned for any of this, that much was certain. And yet-
They had come when he called. They had held him as he cried, and tried to ease the pain. They had kissed him, sweet and rough, and promised that they wanted him too, no matter how it was. So maybe… Maybe it’d be okay.
And, Katsuki thought, he didn’t think he’d mind too much if he lost more of his firsts to them. When it was them, it didn’t seem so scary.