The morning sun hit the marble counters, and Izuku moved through the kitchen in nothing but one of Katsuki’s discarded dress shirts. The hem brushed his mid-thigh. From his stool at the island, Katsuki watched, a cup of black coffee cooling beside his hand. His gray sweats did nothing to hide the thick line of his cock, already half-hard at eight in the morning. His personal chef, Sato, worked at the stove, the sizzle of bacon the only sound besides the soft clink of Izuku preparing Natsuki’s bottle.
Katsuki’s eyes tracked the slow, shiny trail of cum sliding down the inside of Izuku’s freckled thigh. It had been leaking out of him all morning. “You’re making a mess, baby boy.”
Izuku didn’t look up from the formula. “It’s your mess, Daddy.”
Katsuki was off the stool before the words finished. He crossed the kitchen, his hand circling Izuku’s waist from behind. He didn’t speak, just nudged Izuku’s legs apart with his knee and went down, his broad shoulders pushing the shirt up around Izuku’s hips. Izuku gasped, his hands flying to the counter’s edge as Katsuki’s mouth found him, tongue flat and hot against his slick, swollen cunt.
“Oh—fuck—” Izuku’s head fell back, his knuckles white on the granite. Katsuki ate him like a man starved, his tongue pushing inside, lapping up the spend he’d left there hours before. The wet, obscene sounds filled the kitchen, harmonizing with Sato’s steady chopping at the cutting board.
“Sato,” Katsuki growled, his mouth still working. “The french toast. Keep it warm.”
“Of course, sir,” Sato said, his tone as even as if he’d been asked for more butter. The man didn’t turn around.
Izuku’s hips began to roll, fucking himself back against Katsuki’s face. He grabbed a fistful of spiky blond hair, holding on. “Daddy—right there—please—”
Katsuki’s answer was a deep, vibrating groan against his clit. He slid two fingers into Izuku’s soaking hole, curling them, and Izuku cried out, his back arching. The bottle of formula tipped over, pooling milk across the counter. Katsuki didn’t stop. His tongue circled Izuku’s tight entrance, then speared in again, drinking him down. Izuku’s thighs trembled. He was already close, the orgasm building low and electric in his belly from just this, just Katsuki’s mouth, after a night of being filled in every way a body could be filled.
“Gonna come,” Izuku choked out, his voice high and broken. “Daddy, I’m gonna—”
Katsuki pulled his mouth away with a wet pop. His chin was glistening. “Not yet.” He stood up, his own breath ragged. He turned Izuku around, hoisted him onto the counter beside the spilled milk. The shirt fell open. Izuku’s small tits, his puffy nipples, the gentle swell of his four-month stomach—all on display. Katsuki shoved his sweats down just enough to free his cock, thick and uncut and already leaking. He pressed the head against Izuku’s clit, rubbing through the slickness. “You come when I’m inside you.”
He pushed in. One hard, deep stroke that buried him to the hilt. Izuku screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound that echoed off the high ceilings. His cunt clenched instantly, fluttering around the invasion. Katsuki held himself there, his own eyes screwed shut, jaw locked. “Fuck. Every time. Like you’re made for it.”
He started to move, a ruthless, driving rhythm that shook Izuku’s body against the cabinets. Sato plated the french toast with a soft clatter and moved to the sink, running water. Izuku wrapped his legs around Katsuki’s waist, heels digging into the low swell of his ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. “Harder—yes—just like that—”
“You want the whole house to hear you?” Katsuki grunted, slamming into him. “Want the staff to know how bad you need it?”
“Yes,” Izuku sobbed, his nails raking down Katsuki’s back. “Yes, I do—Daddy, please—”
Katsuki’s pace turned punishing, the slap of skin on skin drowning out the running faucet. He leaned in, biting Izuku’s shoulder, marking him. Izuku’s orgasm ripped through him, his cunt convulsing in violent, milking pulses. He squirted, hot liquid gushing between them, soaking Katsuki’s sweats and dripping onto the kitchen floor.
Katsuki pulled out of Izuku’s spasming, squirting cunt with a wet, sucking sound. He groaned, his red eyes locked on the mess he’d made—Izuku’s pink hole gaping, creamy spend already beginning to leak out, mixed with the clear fluid still pulsing from him in weak spurts onto the marble.
“Sato,” Katsuki rasped, not looking away from Izuku. “His plate.”
The chef moved without hesitation. He lifted the plate of french toast from the counter and handed it to his employer. Katsuki took it, his other hand wrapping around the base of his thick, glistening cock. He gave Izuku a dark, possessive look as he began to stroke himself, his fist moving in a slow, tight pump over the plate.
“Baby boy’s gonna eat Daddy’s nut with his breakfast,” Katsuki growled, his hips giving a shallow thrust into his own grip. “Gonna taste me all day.”
Izuku’s hand slid between his own trembling thighs, two fingers circling his swollen clit. He watched, his green eyes wide and hungry, as Katsuki’s rhythm quickened. The slap of skin, the low, animal grunts from Katsuki’s chest, the scent of sex and maple syrup hanging thick in the air.
Katsuki’s jaw clenched. A thick, pearly strand shot from the tip of his cock, landing on the golden toast with a soft splat. He groaned, another pulse following, then another, painting the breakfast in viscous, milky streaks. His balls tightened, emptying onto the food until the toast glistened with his release.
“Fuck,” Katsuki breathed, his body shuddering through the last of it. He held the plate, his cock still dribbling. “Look at that.”
Izuku’s fingers worked faster on his clit, his breath coming in sharp hitches. “It’s so much,” he whispered, awed.
Katsuki set the plate on the counter beside Izuku’s hip. He reached out, swiping two fingers through the warm cum pooling on the syrup. He brought them to Izuku’s mouth. “Open.”
Izuku’s lips parted instantly. Katsuki pushed his fingers inside, painting Izuku’s tongue with the salty, musky taste of him. Izuku moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucked Katsuki’s fingers clean.
“Now the rest,” Katsuki said, his voice rough. He picked up a soaked piece of toast. “Eat.”
Izuku took a bite. The sweetness of the syrup and the distinct, heavy flavor of Katsuki’s cum filled his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and opened for another bite without being told. Katsuki fed him slowly, watching every swallow, his cum smearing Izuku’s lips and chin.
The kitchen door swung open. Mina, taking over a lot of nanny duties for Izuku, breezed in with an empty bottle in hand. She stopped, her eyes taking in the scene: Izuku on the counter, lips and chin shiny with cum, Katsuki standing beside him with his cock still out, the plate of ruined toast between them.
“Oh,” Izuku gasped, his hands flying to cover himself, a futile gesture with the shirt hanging open. “Mina, I’m— I’m so sorry, we made a mess—”
Mina just smiled, a warm, knowing thing. She moved to the sink to rinse the bottle. “Don’t you dare apologize, sweetheart. It’s about time this museum had a heartbeat.”
“See?” Katsuki’s voice was a low rumble of satisfaction. His hand, which had been resting on Izuku’s thigh, slid inward. “Told you.”
Izuku was still looking at Mina, his face flushed with shame and something hotter. “But the floor, and the counter—”
“We’ve seen worse,” Mina said, her back to them as she filled the bottle with water. “Honestly, Mr. Bakugou, the staff’s been placing bets on which room you’d christen next since the Izuku moved in. The kitchen was the favorite.” She turned, leaning against the counter. Her expression was utterly fond. “So you two enjoy yourselves. Really.”
Katsuki’s smirk was all teeth. His eyes never left Izuku’s face. His fingers, which had been idly stroking Izuku’s inner thigh, suddenly pushed—two of them, sinking deep into Izuku’s soaked, stretched cunt without warning.
Izuku cried out, a sharp, shocked sound. His back arched off the counter, his hands scrabbling for purchase. “Kats— Daddy!”
“You heard the lady,” Katsuki growled, his fingers curling inside him, a brutal, perfect pressure. “Enjoy yourself.”
It was too much, too fast, on top of everything else. Izuku’s orgasm tore through him with zero build, a violent, immediate surrender. His cunt clenched around Katsuki’s fingers, and a gush of clear fluid shot out, splattering Katsuki’s wrist and the marble below with a hot, wet sound.
Izuku shuddered through it, his eyes screwed shut, a broken whimper escaping his throat. When he blinked them open, tears at the corners, Mina was still smiling. She gave a soft, approving nod.
“Atta boy,” Katsuki murmured, slowly pulling his dripping fingers free. He brought them to his mouth, licked them clean without breaking eye contact with Izuku. “Now. Where were we?”
“I should…” Mina gestured with the full bottle, her smile never fading. “Natsuki’s waiting. You two carry on.” She left the way she came, the door swinging quietly shut behind her.
The silence she left was thick, charged. Izuku panted, his body trembling with oversensitivity. Katsuki leaned in, his mouth hovering over Izuku’s.
“Everywhere, baby boy,” he whispered, his breath hot. “That’s the rule now. You’re mine everywhere in this house.”
The afternoon sun bleaches the concrete around the pool to a glaring white. Izuku lounges on a padded chair, Katsuki’s discarded shirt the only thing covering him. He lets one thick thigh fall open, a deliberate, silent offering. The humid air kisses his wet, hairless cunt.
Katsuki, standing waist-deep in the water, watches from the pool. His red eyes track the movement. “You begging without words now, baby boy?”
Izuku hooks a finger into his own soaked folds, spreads himself open. He doesn’t speak. Just shows him. The pink, glistening proof.
Katsuki is out of the water in three strides, dripping, his massive cock already thick and heavy against his thigh. He doesn’t bother with the shirt. He pushes Izuku’s thighs wider, drops between them, and sinks into him with one brutal, deep thrust.
Izuku’s back arches off the chair, a choked gasp tearing from his throat. “Daddy—!”
“Yeah,” Katsuki grunts, already setting a punishing rhythm, the chair legs screeching on concrete with every drive forward. “Greedy little bitch. Can’t get enough, can you?”
Across the pool, Eijiro, the maintenance guy adjusting the filter, freezes. His tool hangs limp in his hand. His eyes are locked on the place where Katsuki’s body slams into Izuku’s, on the way Izuku’s tight hole stretches to take the thick, uncut cock.
Katsuki sees him watching. He grins, all teeth, and fucks harder, making Izuku cry out with each impact. “See something you like, Ei?”
Eijiro flushes. He tries to turn back to the filter, but his body betrays him. The front of his work uniform tents obscenely.
The kitchen door slides open. Mina steps out, a baby monitor in hand. She takes in the scene: Izuku splayed and being fucked raw, Katsuki’s possessive grip on his hips, Eijiro staring with a painfully obvious erection.
She doesn’t blink. “Natsuki’s down for his nap,” she says, her voice warm and conversational over the wet slap of skin. “You two carry on.”
Her eyes slide to Eijiro. The look is a physical touch, a slow drag from his flushed face down to the desperate, shameful tent in his pants.
She smiles, a slow, predatory thing that makes his gut clench. “You look like you’re about to bust a seam, Ei,” she says, her voice a low purr. “Want some help with that?” Mina walks over, dropping to her knees on the hot concrete in front of him. She looks up, her gaze flicking between his panicked eyes and the undeniable bulge. “Come on, stud. I’ve had my eyes on you. And I’m offering. Do whatever you want to me while we watch the show.”
Eijiro stammers, “Mina, I— I wasn’t—”
“Yes you were,” she giggles softly. Her hands go to his belt. He’s too stunned to stop her. She undoes it, pops the button of his uniform pants, and pulls them down just enough. His cock springs free, thick and uncut and every bit of the eleven inches the fabric was straining to hide.
“Fuck,” Eijiro breathes, ashamed and achingly hard.
Mina’s breath hitches. It’s even bigger than she imagined, a thick, heavy weight that makes her cunt pulse and flood with heat. She can’t believe it. She doesn’t hesitate. She wraps her hand around the base, leans in, and takes just the head into her mouth. It’s a stretch. Her eyes stay open, wide, watching Katsuki pound into Izuku’s squirming body.
Izuku watches them too, over Katsuki’s shoulder. The sight of Mina on her knees, Eijiro’s monstrous dick in her mouth, sends a fresh, sharp bolt of heat through his gut. His cunt clenches tight around Katsuki.
“You like that?” Katsuki growls, pistoning into him. “Like being the main event, you filthy exhibitionist?”
“Yes,” Izuku sobs, his nails digging into Katsuki’s forearms. “Daddy, yes, please—”
Eijiro moans, his hips giving an aborted thrust into Mina’s skilled mouth. His hands hover, then settle roughly in her pink hair. He fucks her face, his gaze glued to Izuku’s bouncing body, to the way Izuku’s hole swallows Katsuki whole.
Mina gags, then relaxes her throat, taking him deeper. A wet, rhythmic slurping joins the chorus of slapping skin and broken moans hanging over the pool deck.
Mina pulls her mouth off Eijiro’s cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. She yanks her tank top off, freeing her large breasts, and thumbs her inverted nipples into stiff peaks, moaning as Eijiro resumes fucking her throat, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her chin.
Izuku watches, mesmerized, his own cunt clenching in a rapid, pulsing rhythm around Katsuki’s driving cock. A fresh rush of slick heat coats Katsuki’s length.
“Fuck,” Katsuki grunts, his rhythm stuttering for a second as he feels the tight squeeze. He turns his head, his gaze cutting to the other couple. “If you’re gonna do that,” he says, his voice a rough command over the noise, “you might as well join us. Get over here.”
Eijiro pulls his cock from Mina’s mouth, a thick string of spit connecting them. He looks dazed, desperate. Mina grins, wiping her chin. She gets to her feet, leading him by his still-hard dick toward the lounge chair.
“You heard the boss,” she purrs, pushing Eijiro down onto his knees beside Izuku’s head. “Make yourself useful.”
Eijiro’s monstrous, spit-slick cock bobs inches from Izuku’s face. The smell of precum and Mina’s saliva is musky, primal. Izuku’s mouth waters.
“Open,” Eijiro rasps, his voice thick with need.
Izuku does, his tongue darting out to taste the salty bead at the tip before taking the head into his mouth. It’s a stretch, wider than Katsuki’s. He gags, tears springing to his eyes.
“Good boy,” Katsuki growls, fucking into him harder, deeper, as Izuku sucks. “Take it. You wanted an audience? Now you’re the centerpiece.”
Mina kneels between Izuku’s splayed thighs, opposite Katsuki. She runs her hands up Izuku’s shaking inner legs. “Look at this pretty, wet cunt,” she coos, her fingers brushing Katsuki’s thrusting cock. “So greedy. Can I have a taste, boss?”
Katsuki doesn’t stop moving. “Do whatever you want.”
Mina leans in, her pink hair trailing over Izuku’s stomach. Her tongue swipes through Izuku’s soaked folds, licking where Katsuki’s cock stretches him open. The dual sensation—Eijiro fucking his mouth, Katsuki pounding his cunt, Mina’s tongue on his clit—makes Izuku scream around the thick cock, the sound muffled, vibrating.
“That’s it,” Katsuki snarls, his pace turning brutal, punishing. “Take it all. You’re ours.”
Eijiro’s control shatters. His hands fist in Izuku’s green curls, and he shoves his thick cock deep down the boy’s throat in one brutal, claiming push.
Izuku gags, a wet, choking sound that vibrates around the intrusion. Tears flood his eyes instantly, but beneath the choke is a low, desperate moan, his throat working to accommodate the massive width.
“Fuck yeah,” Eijiro grunts, his hips rolling, feeding Izuku more. He looks down, and Mina’s ass is right there, bent over Izuku’s splayed thighs, her simple skirt riding up. Her pink lace panties are soaked through, a dark patch plastered to her pussy.
He doesn’t think. He pushes the fabric aside with his thumb and buries his face between her cheeks, his tongue licking a broad, hungry stripe through her slick folds.
Mina shrieks, her body jolting. “Oh, god—!” Her tongue, which had been circling Izuku’s clit, flicks hard and fast in reflex. She grinds back against Eijiro’s mouth, her moans loud and wanton over the pool deck.
Katsuki watches it all, his crimson eyes burning. The pace of his hips never slows, pounding into Izuku’s tight, clutching heat. “Look at this nasty fucking tableau,” he rasps, a dark, approving grin twisting his lips. “Ei, you been that pent up? Starving for pussy, you pathetic fuck?”
Eijiro answers with a muffled groan against Mina’s cunt, his tongue spearing into her, sucking hard on her fat, swollen clit. His hips keep a rough, shallow rhythm into Izuku’s willing mouth.
Izuku is drowning in sensation. Katsuki’s cock pistoning into his core, stretching him full. The burn in his throat, the salty-bitter taste of precum flooding his tongue. The sharp, electric licks Mina delivers to his clit with every moan Eijiro wrings from her. His body seizes, a warning tremor racing up his spine.
“He’s close,” Mina gasps, her words slurred with pleasure. She flicks her tongue faster, a pinpoint pressure on Izuku’s clit. “I can feel him fluttering around your cock, boss.”
“Let him come,” Katsuki commands, his voice a guttural scrape. He leans over Izuku, his breath hot on the boy’s ear. “Come all over my dick while you choke on another man’s cock. Do it.”
The order, the sheer filthy wrongness of it, snaps the tension. Izuku’s cunt clenches in a rapid, violent series of pulses, milking Katsuki’s length. A gush of slick heat soaks both of them, Izuku’s back arching off the lounge chair as a silent, choked scream is stolen by the dick in his throat.
Katsuki snarls, his own rhythm breaking into hard, jagged thrusts. “Take it,” he grunts, his body going rigid. Heat floods Izuku’s womb, thick and possessive, Katsuki’s cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside.
Eijiro pulls his slick cock from Izuku’s throat with a wet, sucking pop, letting the boy gasp in a ragged breath. He’s still rock hard, thick and glistening with spit, bobbing near Izuku’s swollen lips.
Mina licks the sheen of Izuku’s squirt from her own lips, her pink tongue darting out. She stands on shaky legs, her skirt and soaked panties a discarded pool of fabric by the lounge chair. Completely nude now, her rosewood skin flushed, she pushes Eijiro back onto the padded cushion. “I need that monster cock in my pussy right now,” she breathes, her voice husky with need.
She climbs onto him, guiding the broad head of his cock to her entrance. She sinks down slowly, a sharp hiss escaping her teeth. “Fuck, you’re huge,” she grits out, her thighs trembling as she forces her cunt to stretch around the massive girth. She throws her head back, a choked cry tearing from her throat—part pain, part incredible, blinding pleasure as she takes him to the hilt.
Katsuki, still buried deep inside Izuku’s clenching heat, watches Mina’s struggle with dark approval. He nods toward Eijiro. “Sit on his face, baby boy,” he tells Izuku, his voice a rough command. “Feed shitty hair your pussy. Let him drown in it.”
Izuku nods, dazed and pliant. He pulls himself off Katsuki’s softening cock with a wet sound, a fresh trickle of cum leaking down his thigh. He turns, ridding himself of Katsuki’s shirt, knees on the lounge chair, and lowers his dripping cunt over Eijiro’s waiting mouth.
Eijiro groans, his hands coming up to grip Izuku’s thick thighs, his tongue surging forward to lap hungrily at the slick, swollen folds. He licks deep, tasting Katsuki’s release mixed with Izuku’s own musk, and moans like a starved man, his nose buried in Izuku’s ass.
“That’s it,” Katsuki rasps, stroking his own cock back to full hardness as he watches. “Lick your boss’s cum out of his boy’s cunt. You like that, Ei? Tasting where I just was?”
Eijiro answers with a muffled, desperate sound, his tongue fucking into Izuku with frantic, wet strokes. Izuku moans, his hips rocking forward, feeding him more. Facing Mina, Izuku leans in and takes one of her large, bouncing breasts into his mouth, sucking hard on the stiff, inverted nipple.
Mina cries out, her own hips beginning to move, riding Eijiro’s thick cock in slow, grinding circles. “Oh god, yes,” she gasps, her hands tangling in Izuku’s green curls, holding him to her chest. “Suck it, baby. Just like that.”
Katsuki watches, his fist pumping his cock slowly, his crimson eyes burning over the tangled tableau. “Look at him go,” he says, his voice a low, filthy growl. “Pathetic fucking cunt-starved animal. You gonna make Izuku come on your tongue, Ei? You gonna swallow it all?”
Eijiro’s only response is a feverish nod, his tongue working faster, his mouth sealed tight against Izuku’s pussy, drinking down every drop.
Katsuki’s hand tightens on his own cock, his thumb spreading the bead of precum over the head. He steps closer, his free hand settling possessively on Izuku’s hip, feeling the boy tremble.
Katsuki's hand leaves Izuku's hip. He steps back, his own cock jutting thick and heavy from his hips. He spits into his palm, slicks himself, and presses the broad head against Izuku's stretched, slick entrance.
"Gonna fill this hole too," he grunts, and pushes in.
Izuku screams, the sound muffled against Mina's breast. It’s a stretch, deeper and different, a burning fullness that makes his vision spark. Katsuki slides in easily, buried to the hilt in one smooth, brutal thrust, his balls slapping against Izuku’s soaked cunt where Eijiro’s tongue still works.
“Fuck,” Katsuki breathes, his hands clamping on Izuku’s hips. He pulls out and slams back in, setting a hard, driving rhythm. “That’s it. Take it. Both holes full.”
Eijiro moans against Izuku’s pussy, his tongue lapping faster, drinking down the mix of spit and slick and cum that drips from the violent fucking.
Katsuki looks over at Mina, who’s still riding Eijiro’s cock, her eyes wide and glazed. “Ei,” he snarls, his hips never slowing. “You’ve been eye-fucking Pinky since she started working here. Wanted to wreck that tight little cunt, didn’t you?”
Eijiro pulls his mouth away just enough to gasp, “Yes.”
“Then fuck her,” Katsuki commands. “Stop playing with her. Pound that rosy pussy into the cushion. Show her what you’ve been saving up.”
Mina’s head falls back. “Please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Fuck me, Eijiro. Fuck me so hard my pussy breaks. I need it, I need it—”
Eijiro’s control snaps. His hands fly from Izuku’s thighs to grip Mina’s hips, his fingers digging into her rosewood skin. He bucks upward, driving his cock deep, and starts pistoning into her with frantic, jackhammer thrusts. The lounge chair creaks violently under the force.
Mina shrieks, a raw, continuous sound of pure pleasure, her body jolting with every brutal drive. Her nails scrape down Izuku’s back as she holds on.
Izuku is sobbing, overwhelmed, every nerve on fire. Katsuki’s cock spearing his ass, deep and punishing. Eijiro’s tongue back on his clit, rough and desperate. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh filling the air. He turns his head, seeking anchor, and his lips find Mina’s.
She kisses him back greedily, her mouth hot and open. They moan into each other, a messy, wet clash of tongues and shared breath, their bodies used and moving in brutal tandem. Izuku can taste the salt of her sweat, the faint cherry gloss of her lip balm.
“Look at that,” Katsuki pants above them, his thrusts becoming ragged, uneven. “Fucking beautiful. Two perfect sluts sharing everything.”
Eijiro’s rhythm falters, a choked groan tearing from his throat. “Mina— I’m gonna—”
“Inside!” she screams against Izuku’s mouth. “Fill me up, do it!”
Eijiro slams home once, twice, and goes rigid, his big body shuddering as he empties himself into her with a guttural roar. His tongue goes stiff and hard against Izuku’s clit as he comes. It’s the last trigger.
Izuku’s cunt clenches, then releases—a hot, sudden gush that soaks Eijiro’s cheeks, his chin, his mouth. Izuku screams into Mina’s kiss, a silent, shaking cry, his whole body arching between Katsuki’s pounding and the raw, pulsing aftershocks.
Mina’s body seizes, her climax tearing through her as Eijiro’s cum floods her cunt. She screams, a hot gush of her own release splattering across his still-hard cock and his lower abdomen.
“Look at that,” she pants, her voice wrecked as she gestures weakly at Eijiro’s persistent erection. “He’s still fucking raging. Someone’s greedy.”
Katsuki’s crimson eyes track the movement. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. He pulls out of Izuku’s ass with a wet, obscene popping sound. Before Izuku can collapse, Katsuki’s strong hands are on him, hauling him up and around until they’re chest to chest.
“Got an idea,” Katsuki rasps into his ear. He guides his throbbing cock, slick with spit and anal slickness, back to Izuku’s dripping pussy. He pushes in with one solid, claiming thrust, filling the clutching heat. Izuku sobs, his head falling back in pleasure.
“Ei,” Katsuki commands, nodding to Izuku’s exposed, stretched entrance behind him. “That ass is still loose and wet. Fuck it. Fill it.”
“Mina,” he adds, his voice dropping to a dark, playful rumble. “Get under him. Lick my cock and Ei’s while we're in him. Taste all of us.”
Eijiro doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts Mina gently aside, his big hands settling on Izuku’s hips, thumbs brushing the marks Katsuki left. He spits into his palm, slicks himself, and presses the broad head against Izuku’s used hole.
“Breathe, baby boy,” Katsuki murmurs, his own hips grinding slow circles inside Izuku’s pussy, stretching him forward.
Eijiro pushes in. It’s a smoother stretch this time, but deeper, a profound, burning fullness that makes Izuku’s vision whiten. He’s split open, impossibly full, Katsuki’s cock buried in his cunt and Eijiro’s thick length spearing his ass.
“Fuck,” Eijiro groans, his forehead dropping between Izuku’s shoulder blades. “So tight like this.”
Mina scrambles beneath them on the lounge chair, wiggling into position on her back. Her gold eyes are glazed with lust as she looks up at the junction of their bodies. She leans in, her tongue darting out to lap at the base of Katsuki’s cock where it disappears into Izuku.
Mina moans, a low, hungry sound, her tongue darting from the base of Katsuki’s cock where it disappears into Izuku’s slick pussy, over to where Eijiro’s thick shaft pistons in and out of his stretched ass. She licks a broad, wet stripe across the junction, tasting salt, sweat, and the distinct musk of both men. “Fuck,” she breathes, her fingers sliding between her own thighs. “You all taste fucking incredible.”
“Then clean it up,” Katsuki growls, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper. “Lick it all.”
Eijiro’s rhythm stutters as Mina’s tongue finds his balls, lapping at the tight skin. “Shit, Mina—”
“Don’t slow down,” Katsuki barks. His hands clamp on Izuku’s hips, holding him steady as he and Eijiro find a brutal, alternating pace. Katsuki thrusts in as Eijiro pulls out, then Eijiro slams home as Katsuki withdraws, keeping Izuku perpetually full, perpetentially split. The lounge chair groans under the violence.
Izuku can’t form words. Sounds tear from his throat—broken sobs, choked gasps, a continuous, shuddering moan. His vision swims, whiting out at the edges with each deep drive. He’s a vessel, overfilled, used, the ache a bright, blinding wire pulled taut from his clit to his core.
Mina’s fingers work her own pussy in frantic circles, matching the slap of skin. “Yes, yes, just like that, fuck him, fill him up—”
“You like watching, Pinky?” Katsuki pants, his crimson eyes locked on her glazed gold ones. “Like seeing how deep we can fuck our boy?”
“Love it,” she whimpers, arching her back. Her hips jerk against her own hand. “Love seeing him take it. Love tasting you on him.”
“Ei,” Katsuki grunts, his thrusts turning jagged, desperate. “You close?”
“Gettin’ there,” Eijiro groans, his forehead grinding between Izuku’s shoulder blades. “He’s so fucking tight— squeezing me—”
“Izuku.” Katsuki’s voice drops, rough and intimate against his ear. “You gonna come for us? Gonna squirt all over their cocks while they’re buried inside you?”
Izuku nods, a frantic, jerky movement. The pressure is a bomb in his belly, winding tighter, hotter. He can feel it—the familiar, unbearable coil. His cunt clenches involuntarily around Katsuki’s length.
“Now,” Katsuki snarls. “Do it.”
The command is the final trigger. The coil snaps.
Izuku’s body bows, a silent scream ripping through him as his cunt convulses, then releases—a hot, violent gush that soaks Katsuki’s cock, his balls, Mina’s eager face below. It’s a flood, the hardest he’s squirted through this adventurous sex, a pulsing rush that seems to drain the strength from his bones.
The feel of it—the hot clenching, the drowning wetness—is all Katsuki needs. He buries himself to the hilt, a raw shout tearing from his throat as he pumps his cum deep into Izuku’s womb, his hips jerking through the pulses.
Eijiro roars, his big body shuddering as Izuku’s clenching ass milks his own release. He empties himself into Izuku’s ass, filling the already-stretched channel with thick, hot spurts.
Mina screams, her own climax hitting as she watches, as she tastes Izuku’s release mixed with the other men. Her back arches off the lounge chair, a final, shuddering cry as she comes against her own fingers.
Mina’s body goes limp beneath them, a breathless laugh escaping her lips. “Fuck,” she pants, her gold eyes hazy. “We gotta do that again sometime.” She sits up, catching Eijiro’s mouth in a sloppy, deep kiss. When she pulls back, she grins. “And just the two of us? We’re doing a lot more later.”
Eijiro chuckles, a low, rumbling sound in his chest as he carefully pulls out of Izuku’s ass. A thick trickle of cum follows, dripping down Izuku’s thigh. “You got it, Mina.”
Katsuki is still buried inside Izuku, his softening cock cushioned in the wet, clenching heat. His arms are locked around Izuku’s waist, holding him upright as Izuku trembles, boneless and oversensitive. Katsuki’s forehead rests against Izuku’s damp, green curls. His breathing is a ragged scrape in the humid air.
“Gonna fall,” Izuku slurs, his voice a ruined whisper. Every muscle feels liquefied.
“I got you,” Katsuki grunts. He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he sinks slowly to his knees on the lounge chair, taking Izuku with him, their bodies still joined. They collapse into a heap of slick limbs on the padded surface, Izuku half-sprawled across Katsuki’s chest. Mina and Eijiro shift to make room, their own bodies gleaming with sweat and spend.
The late afternoon sun beats down on them, heating the cool mess between their legs. Izuku can feel Katsuki’s cum leaking out of him, a slow, warm seep that mixes with the wetness already soaking his thighs and the chair. Katsuki and Izuku fall asleep together taking their own nap.
Mina and Eijiro clean up what they can. And they leave the lovers to rest, smiling at one another as they promise to meet again later in Mina’s room.