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In the last year, Midoriya had quickly learned there were just some things he couldn’t wear or say around Bakugo and Todoroki. Not unless he wanted to be on the receiving end of their… ravenous appetites.
To be fair, Midoriya hadn’t expected them to come home for lunch today. Not a word was said that would have hinted at it before they left the apartment that morning. But it was no secret he was struggling with having to stay home alone now that Todoroki and Bakugo returned to work, so they thought they’d surprise him.
Needless to say, his lovers were the ones on the receiving end of a surprise, so to speak, however unintentional it had been on Midoriya's part.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here.
The day had started out the same as any other. Midoriya woke up with Todoroki pressed snugly against his back and the sounds and smells of Bakugo cooking in the kitchen filling the apartment. They’d eaten breakfast together as always, and Midoriya had tried his best not to let his disappointment show as his lovers got ready to leave for work.
He'd never been that great at hiding his feelings however, and he could see the reluctance in their expressions as they finished gathering up their things. But Midoriya just plastered a smile on his face and gave them both an extended hug and kiss before ushering them out the door. He gave their retreating backs one last wave before he closed the door and leaned against it with a sigh.
Being home by himself sucked. It was boring and lonely, and Midoriya just itched to get back to his team. His physiotherapy was coming along well, but his left shoulder and arm needed more time to heal before he could be cleared to return to active duty. The bullet had caused damage to the nerves that were responsible for the motor function in his left arm and hand, and he was still struggling with overall weakness and grip strength. Plus, any significant strain on the limb still made his eyes water with pain.
He’d recently spoken to Aizawa about returning to work on modified duties. It was common for officers who’d been injured on the job to ride the desk for a time as they healed, and Aizawa agreed that his recovery had progressed enough that he should be able to handle modified work without issue. He promised to speak to the higher ups and work something out on his behalf. At this point Midoriya would happily sit and handle paperwork all day if it got him out of the apartment.
Todoroki and Bakugo hadn't been happy about it though.
Hell, if they had their way, Midoriya was pretty sure they’d keep him safely locked up at home forever. It didn’t help that the investigation into the mole within their department still hadn’t revealed who had betrayed them to the yakuza. Whoever it was had covered their tracks well and kept themselves hidden in the shadows since the Black Moon fiasco. The detectives in charge of the investigation were becoming less and less optimistic that they would uncover the culprit as time went on. The only other option was to wait and see if the false information they planted would surface again and follow the threads back to the informant.
Still, Midoriya couldn’t stay home forever, and despite the protests and arguments from his lovers he was determined to go back to work, in whatever capacity he could. But until that happened, Midoriya would continue focusing on his health and work hard towards rebuilding his strength.
It helped that the apartment complex they lived in had a gym on the main floor. There was also a sauna, squash court, and small pool accessible to residents only. The building was located within walking distance of a large park with multiple trails for running and biking as well.
Midoriya shuddered to think what a place like this must cost, but he was also aware that Todoroki came from a very wealthy family and probably hadn't had an issue with it. When Bakugo and Todoroki had first moved him into their apartment, Midoriya had tried to talk to them about sharing the costs, but they just waved him off, stating only that it wasn’t necessary. He wanted to pay his fair share, but they were frustratingly stubborn about the matter, and so far, had refused to take a single yen of his money.
They obviously didn’t want him worrying about stuff like that, and he had a feeling it was another way in which Todoroki and Bakugo were trying to take care of him, but Midoriya had every intention of contributing financially to their living arrangement. He decided to pick his battles however and figured he’d start hounding them about it once he was back to work.
Currently, Midoriya spent his mornings reading and puttering around, cleaning up the spacious apartment and trying to stay busy before cabin fever would start setting in. It wasn’t like he couldn't go anywhere – he did have his own car, but he was still getting used to city life and didn’t really know where to go or what to do on his own. With the entire team back at work, minus himself, it left Midoriya with a lot of free time on his own. His only saving grace had been his constant video chats with Mimi and Twinkle, which always brightened up his day. The three of them had finally worked out a time to meet up in person later this week and Midoriya couldn't wait.
He padded into the bedroom and turned his focus back on getting ready for his daily workout. The gym was calling his name, and right now his time was better spent working on his recovery. The pool had been an asset in helping Midoriya rebuild his core strength and stamina, since swimming gave him a great workout without putting too much strain on his shoulder.
But it hadn’t been easy, getting back in the water.
His first attempt had been a disaster, leaving him riddled with anxiety and fear. He honestly hadn’t expected it, the flashbacks and PTSD. He’d stood by the pool’s edge, looking out over the large body of water and instantly froze, his muscles locking up and body going rigid as memories of being dragged down by the freezing ocean waves plunged through his mind.
Midoriya had no recollection of it, but at some point, he’d stumbled back until his body met a wall and he slid down into a crouch with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees as he tried to breathe, shaking and on the verge of hyperventilating. One of the other residents had found him like that and called for help when he wouldn’t respond to them. A staff member who recognized Midoriya from the gym quickly looked up his information in their directory and immediately called Todoroki, who was the primary contact for their apartment.
Thankfully at that time his lovers had still been on their leave, and they’d come rushing down to help. It wasn’t until they had pulled Midoriya into their arms that he’d finally managed to calm down enough to take in a full, deep breath.
He’d been completely mortified afterwards. His rational mind knew that having such a reaction after surviving a traumatic experience wasn’t uncommon, but it was still disheartening to experience, and Midoriya couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it.
The police department had provided him with a therapist to aid in his recovery and perform his psychological evaluation, and when Midoriya told her about the incident, she had been very understanding. She helped him with some cognitive behavioral therapy techniques and mindfulness exercises, and with Bakugo’s and Todoroki’s unwavering support, Midoriya managed to slowly work his way back into the water. It had taken time and a lot of perseverance, but Midoriya was willing to put in the work, and he refused to be held hostage by fear.
It had helped that the pool was freshwater, filled with chlorine and maintained at a warm temperature for the comfort of the building’s residents. It was nothing like being in the ocean, and eventually his anxiety began to fade. Midoriya was quite proud of himself for conquering his fear and could now manage to go for a swim on his own, though his lovers still preferred he didn’t, just in case. There was still a risk of having flashbacks. PTSD wasn’t something that just magically disappeared, but Midoriya was getting more confident in himself with each successful swim.
Today however, he felt like running and wanted to spend some time on the treadmill before using the weights to work on his legs. He was slowly starting to use weights to build back the strength in his arms, but his physiotherapist had warned not to push himself too hard just yet since his left shoulder was still healing.
Instead, his physiotherapist had encouraged him to continue working on his core and lower body strength while he continued recovering and had given him a pair of compression stockings for his legs to try out. The stockings helped increase blood flow and reduced discomfort and swelling and Midoriya found them to be a lot more beneficial than he’d expected.
It also helped that they looked pretty cool, too.
Midoriya stripped out of his sleep clothes and slid them on. The stockings were open at the toes but covered the bottom of his feet and went all the way up to his mid-thighs. He had expected something you’d see an old lady wearing in a nursing home when his PT had first mentioned them, but he was pleasantly surprised to find they were very athletic looking. The stockings were a sample from a modern healthcare company aimed at providing items that appealed to the younger crowd and were black with two neon orange stripes that wove up the legs.
He ran his hands along the stockings as he tugged them into place. The material was tight and smooth with a slight shine to it. He quickly threw on a clean pair of black boxer briefs and started rummaging through his drawers for a pair of workout pants and a t-shirt before remembering he’d thrown all his gym clothes in the washer last night.
He padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the closet that held the stacked washer and dryer and huffed in annoyance when a quick feel around the dryer told him that the items were still damp. He really needed to stop throwing his towels in with his clothes; his stuff never ended up drying in one cycle. He turned the dryer on the quick dry setting and headed into the kitchen.
Bakugo always left him a lunch in the fridge, but Midoriya often made a smoothie before going to the gym and ate his meal afterwards. Working out on a full stomach wasn’t very comfortable and a protein smoothie was just enough to tide him over and give him the energy boost he needed before exercising.
Midoriya got to work pulling the items he needed out of the fridge and set them on the counter but paused when he saw a piece of paper sitting on the surface with a pen lying on top. Curiosity got the better of him since normally Bakugo kept the kitchen area spotless and he picked it up.
He blinked, eyes widening in shock when he saw what was on that simple white sheet. It was a list, printed out neatly in two columns with little boxes next to each word or phrase. Everything on the list was bondage related.
Midoriya’s heart raced as his eyes quickly scrolled down the page.
Bakugo and Todoroki had mentioned wanting him to fill out something like this. Ever since the night he had that awful nightmare, it was like a switch had been flipped inside his lovers. They no longer looked at him like a fragile flower, susceptible to breaking at a hint of roughness or pressure. He knew his slow recovery had been hard for them to watch, but it looked like they had finally accepted that he was getting better and were willing to start exploring more rigorous activities in the bedroom again.
It sent a thrill down his spine and Midoriya gripped the pen tight as he scrolled down the list. A check mark for things he liked, a line for things he was curious about or unsure of, and an X for anything he didn’t want to partake in. Simple enough.
Midoriya’s eyebrows rose as he read over the activities and his face grew hot.
Wow. Okay... that was a lot. He didn’t even know what some of the stuff listed was and had to look it up on his phone before continuing. He put a line through several boxes of things they’d never tried before but Midoriya was curious about. When his gaze landed on orgasm control, ropes and restraints, he went completely red before placing a checkmark in each box.
Well, it was unlikely they’d be surprised by that, considering Bakugo and Todoroki had restrained him on more than one occasion already and they’d made it perfectly clear his orgasms belonged to them now. But seeing it printed out on paper like that was something else. It made Midoriya’s stomach quiver just thinking about it, and he couldn't deny that giving them such control over his body had him feeling flushed and lightheaded.
Christ, how had he never realized he was into stuff like this before now? Guess it’s true what they say. Sometimes it just takes the right partner, or partners for that matter, to bring out your deepest, most hidden desires.
Midoriya continued down the list, ticking off a few more boxes. Some of the activities were a hard pass and he marked them with an X, but a lot of them ended up with a line so that he could ask questions and explore the activities further with his partners.
He’d done a lot of research during his time stuck at home, eager to learn more about bondage and dom/sub dynamics. His situation was a little less conventional, since he was already in a relationship with Bakugo and Todoroki before initiating this new facet of their sex lives. From what he’d read, most people tended to already be into bondage and knew what they wanted before entering such relationships, whereas he was still just discovering and exploring this aspect of himself.
A part of him still worried about his lack of experience with everything, considering Bakugo and Todoroki had obviously been living this lifestyle for quite some time, but they didn’t seem put off by it. If anything, his lovers seem to relish being the ones to bring out this new side of him and show him the pleasure submission could bring. And judging from the list in his hands, they had barely scratched the surface of the things they could do together.
Soon enough, Midoriya finished going through everything and set the paper back down on the counter. His stomach flip-flopped in excitement, and a little bit of nerves, but he couldn't wait for Bakugo and Todoroki to come home so they could discuss things further.
He grabbed his ear buds and put them in place before scrolling through the playlists on his phone. He selected some music and turned his attention back to his smoothie. The rhythm of the music had him swaying on his feet and it helped Midoriya focus on preparing for his workout.
Humming along, he finished throwing everything into the blender. The shrill noise of the whirling blades and the music drowned out the sound of the front door opening as Bakugo and Todoroki entered the apartment. Midoriya was completely oblivious as they called out his name while they shrugged off their jackets and removed their boots.
Bakugo and Todoroki moved through the hallway and Todoroki nearly slammed into the blond when Bakugo suddenly stopped short when they reached the kitchen.
Midoriya’s hips moved with the beat of the song, and he hummed along while waiting for the blender to finish pulverizing the ingredients. A few moments later, he flipped off the switch and poured the smoothie into his travel cup. He took a quick sip, licking his lips and smiling at the light fruity flavour, before placing the cup down on the counter. The dryer should have finished by now and he wanted to get his workout started.
He turned to leave and nearly jumped out of his own skin when he saw Todoroki and Bakugo standing in the kitchen entryway, staring at him silently in shock. Midoriya stumbled back with a rather undignified shriek and grasped the edge of the counter as his heart slammed in his chest. He had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he could speak.
“Holy shit! You scared me! What are you two doing home?” Midoriya squeaked out as he quickly reached up to remove his ear buds. His heart rate started to slow as he got over the initial surprise of their sudden appearance and a bright smile spread across Midoriya's face when he realized they must have come home to have lunch with him.
He took a few steps forward, but his smile faltered when Bakugo and Todoroki remained motionless, continuing to stand there silently as their heavy gaze raked over his form.
“What... are you wearing, Deku?”
Midoriya blinked in confusion at Bakugo’s question and the odd tone in his voice, before looking down at himself and flushed when he realized he was standing in front of them in nothing but his small boxer briefs and compression stockings. Midoriya glanced back up and turned red as he recognized the lustful gleam in their eyes.
“Oh... uh, w-well.” Midoriya fumbled for words as the weight of their stare caused goosebumps to break out across his arms and neck. He unconsciously wrapped his left arm around his waist to cover himself as the scarred fingers of his right hand reached down to trail along the edge of the stockings. “These are my new compression stockings. I was just... waiting for the dryer to finish..."
Within a heartbeat Bakugo was standing in front of him, staring down at Midoriya with intense crimson eyes that flashed like the sun and his breath caught in his throat. Bakugo reached down and gripped his wrists, pulling Midoriya forward until he was pressed flush up against his lover’s chest.
“Is that so?" Bakugo purred as he leaned in close. The intoxicating smokey scent of his lover was suddenly everywhere, making Midoriya's mouth water, and the warm, wet press of Bakugo’s lips and tongue grazed along the shell of his ear, sending delightful little shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat radiating off Bakugo’s body and Midoriya unconsciously tilted his head back as he shifted up onto the balls of his feet, angling up for a kiss.
Bakugo’s hand threaded through his hair, blunt nails scraping along the back of his scalp as he leaned in close. “I think I need to have a closer look, Deku,” Bakugo whispered, and before he could response Midoriya suddenly found himself spun around and bent roughly over the countertop.
Midoriya made a startled noise of surprise and automatically started to push himself up off the cold granite surface, but Bakugo gripped the back of his neck and forced him back down until he was flush against the counter. His body’s reaction was almost instant, willingly submitting under Bakugo’s hands before his brain even realized what was happening. Midoriya let out a shuddering breath and tried not to think too much on how embarrassingly easy he’d just given in, but then Bakugo’s free hand trailed down his naked back, sweeping those thoughts away.
Bakugo continued holding him in place as he caressed along his hip to the back of his thighs, fingers dragging along the smooth material with an appreciative whistle as he mapped out the contours of the stockings over Midoriya's legs. He could feel the warmth of Bakugo’s hand through the thin fabric, and he automatically pushed up on his feet, canting his hips for more contact. Those large hands swept over him until finally settling on his hips and Midoriya suddenly felt Bakugo’s hard erection press up tight against his backside.
Well shit, this was unexpected, but damn, Midoriya was more than willing to go along with whatever Bakugo wanted.
All thoughts fled from his mind as Bakugo squeezed the back of his neck again, keeping Midoriya pinned to the counter, all while lightly grinding his erection up against Midoriya’s ass. The sound of paper rustling had him glancing over to see Todoroki standing just a few feet away with the bondage list clutched in his hand as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets.
Todoroki’s expression was a mix of intense focus and hunger as he scanned over the paper, and those mismatched eyes burned as they slowly shifted up from the list to watch them. Todoroki placed the paper back down and Midoriya shivered, cheeks flushing hot when his eyes fell to the obvious bulge within his lover’s pants. The badge clipped to Todoroki’s belt glinted under the kitchen lights and Midoriya's pulse skyrocketed when it clicked in his brain that they were still wearing their uniforms.
Well of course they were, having come home early from work, but it was a detail that had escaped Midoriya's notice until now. His heart pounded and his eyes went wide as he took in the sight, because fuck, he’d always been a sucker for men in uniform.
They knew it too, knew all too well how much he’d gotten off on it when they’d fucked him during their roleplay, still dressed head to toe in tactical gear. He hadn’t voiced his preferences out loud... yet, but Midoriya was more than a little turned on at the prospect of playing out more roleplay scenes that involved their work clothes. He had quite a few fun fantasies tucked away for a rainy day, to say the least.
His breathing turned ragged as Todoroki held his gaze while Bakugo’s hands swept along his back. A knowing, heated smile spread across Todoroki’s face, as if he could see right through him and knew exactly what he was thinking. Midoriya was unable to look away as Todoroki reached down, his movements purposefully measured as he unclipped his badge and set it on the counter before unbuckling his belt. As he pulled the belt slowly through the loops of his pants, Todoroki’s smile shifted, transforming into something cool and dangerous as his fingers stroked along the thick leather. He folded the belt in half, snapping it hard between his hands, and brought it down against the countertop with a sharp smack.
Midoriya’s entire body jolted at the sound, heart pounding like a jackhammer at the implication. Todoroki left the belt resting on the smooth surface, and suddenly Midoriya’s attention shifted back to Bakugo as he grabbed his wrists, using his leverage over Midoriya to drag his arms up along the counter until they were pulled above his head. The movement had Bakugo practically laying across his back and Midoriya was hyper aware of every little detail, every button on Bakugo’s uniform shirt pressing into his naked skin.
“Do not move from this position, Deku,” Bakugo commanded with a growl, and Midoriya bit his lip hard as Bakugo’s teeth gazed along his ear. His body flushed hot, and his head went fuzzy at the feel of his lover’s heavy weight pressing him down while those big hands squeezed around his wrists.
“Y-yes Sir,” Midoriya responded shakily with breathless anticipation. The words just slipped out and his face burned as desire and embarrassment warred within him. Bakugo froze, and Midoriya heard him exhale heavily with a curse before he leaned down and bit into the curve of Midoriya’s neck.
He jerked with a soft cry at the pain, but the discomfort faded quickly as Bakugo’s tongue lapped along the abused skin soothingly. Bakugo shifted away to trail his hands down Midoriya's back, taking time to drag his fingers along the ridges of his spine before catching the waistband of the boxer briefs and pulling them down over his ass. The garment was quickly removed and Midoriya’s hands clenched into fists against the countertop as he tried to keep still while Bakugo’s hands swept back up his legs and thighs along the stockings.
“Do you have any idea what you do to us Deku?” Bakugo asked in a harsh whisper as his hands stroked up Midoriya's ass and spread his cheeks apart. “Looking like a fucking wet dream come to life, giving us no goddamn warning at all. Jesus.”
Midoriya’s breath hitched as Bakugo's thumb circled and rubbed against his hole. He tried to think of a response but completely lost the ability to focus when Bakugo kicked his feet apart, spreading him wide and shifting forward to grind up against his ass again, hands stroking upwards until they wrapped around his waist. The hard bulge in Bakugo’s pants and the rough slide of the material against Midoriya's sensitive skin was making his head spin. He couldn’t help but push back against Bakugo’s erection with a needy little moan.
Bakugo let out a deep, guttural laugh as his fingers dug into Midoriya's waist, holding him still.
“What’s this? Already so eager for my cock, eh Deku? Well, I think it’s time you received your punishment. What do you think, Shoto?”
Midoriya’s mind raced, and a violent shiver ran down his spine. This wasn’t Bakugo, his partner and lover anymore. No, this was Bakugo, his dom. Midoriya glanced over to see Todoroki staring down at him, his expression cool and impassive, before a predatory smile spread across his face, transforming his usually stoic features into something alarmingly dark and sensual.
“Yes, I think you’re right, Katsuki.”
Shit, he was in trouble. Midoriya had been on edge since the night of his nightmare, waiting to see what they would do to him, but days had gone by without a hint or word from either Bakugo or Todoroki. He had begun to think maybe they hadn’t been serious, but now it was so obvious given their expressions and tone, that they were nothing but serious.
Fingers wove through his hair and gripped the strands tight, pulling his head back roughly as Bakugo leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“You will not come without permission this time, Deku,” Bakugo growled out. “If you do, your punishment will be much much worse, do you understand?” He accentuated the words with another hard tug on his hair, making Midoriya whimper as hot sweeping desire flooded through his body.
Oh my god.
The dangerous edge in Bakugo’s voice and the harsh grip in his hair was making Midoriya's entire body shake. He’d been hard since the moment Bakugo had bent him over the counter, but now his cock was throbbing, aching to be touched as those words set him on fire.
“Y-yes, yes Sir.”
“Yes what, Deku?” Bakugo bit out as he tightened his grip a little more.
Midoriya choked on a gasp and licked his lips. “I... I w-won't come unless you say I can.”
Bakugo hummed in satisfaction and released him. Midoriya’s head fell forward until his cheek rested against the counter, eyes falling shut as he took in a deep steadying breath. It was getting harder to think as his brain went offline and something inside him seemed to light up, craving more of... what? He didn’t fully understand it, these intense feelings surging up from deep within himself. Everything was a jumble of electric sensation mixing with a desperate need flaring inside him, begging to be fulfilled.
He jumped in surprise, eyes flashing wide open and thoughts scattering to the wind as something cool poured over his ass. It took a moment before he recognized the slick feel of lube as Bakugo rubbed his fingers against his hole. For a quick second Midoriya wondered just where Bakugo had conjured up the lube from, but then it didn’t matter as Bakugo pushed a finger deep inside his body with one quick thrust.
Midoriya gasped at the pleasurable burn and fought to stay still as Bakugo started to stretch him open. Normally they went slow when they prepped him, but Bakugo obviously wasn’t in a patient mood today. Before long he had three fingers thrusting into Midoriya, twisting and spreading him wide so he was good and ready, but failing to brush up against the place Midoriya wanted him most. He clutched at the countertop, blunt nails scrapping along the smooth surface as he panted through the dizzying sensations. Bakugo flicked his fingers inside him, almost, so close, but not quiet reaching his prostate.
“Look at you, sucking me in like this,” he cooed. “What a greedy little hole you have here, Deku.”
He could practically see Bakugo’s devilish smirk as he said the words, making Midoriya’s cock throb as his hips twitched back for more. The sound of a belt buckle coming undone and a zipper opening was almost obscene, and it had Midoriya trembling as he waited, on the verge of begging for more. He bit back a moan as the head of Bakugo’s large cock rubbed and teased up against him.
“You want this, Deku? Come on, I wanna hear you fucking say it.”
Bakugo’s voice was raw and gravelly, tinged with a dark, commanding edge that had Midoriya's heart racing as he pressed up onto the tips of his toes to get closer.
“Yes, I want it!” Midoriya pleaded, and he flushed red at the desperation in his voice. “Please Sir, I want your cock insid-aAHaa-”
Midoriya gasped loudly, unable to continue as his body jolted forward, knees hitting the cabinet doors hard when Bakugo slammed his cock in all the way with one swift thrust. He could barely hold on as Bakugo set an immediate ruthless pace, pounding into him hard, hips snapping as he gripped Midoriya's waist tight.
Pleasure surged through him with every thrust as his body burned for more. God it was so much, in so deep, and it felt so fucking good. He couldn’t stop the depraved sounds that escaped his lips and it just seemed to enflame Bakugo further as he bent over his back with a heavy groan. The shift had Bakugo finally sliding against his sweet spot, and Midoriya was distantly aware of the words and sounds tumbling out of his own mouth, “There! Yes, ah- right there, oh god, please-”
Bakugo threaded his fingers through Midoriya's hair and gripped the strains roughly, pulling his head back as his teeth clamped down on Midoriya’s neck just under his collar. He cried out and jerked on impulse, but Bakugo’s tight grip kept him locked in place.
Fuck, he was losing his mind. He loved it when they manhandled him like this, and the rough treatment sent fire flooding through his veins. Midoriya couldn’t process anything but the sensation of Bakugo inside him, all around him, as he fucked into him hard and deep. Midoriya’s cock ached as it pressed up against the cabinets and everything went fuzzy as Bakugo bit down again into his right shoulder.
Shit, he was close. He knew he could come like this, without Bakugo even touching his dick once. Every thrust of Bakugo’s cock now seemed like an expertly calculated movement, grinding right into his sweet spot, sending hot sparks of pleasure racing up Midoriya’s spine and throughout his body. It built and swelled, and it quickly started to consume him.
“Please... p-please can I...”
Bakugo’s hand yanked hard on his hair, and holy shit- Midoriya gasped as his head was forced back further while Bakugo’s lips brushed against his ear.
“No, you do not have permission to come, Deku,” Bakugo snarled out and fuck, that harsh commanding tone and the painful tug on his scalp was only sending Midoriya closer to the brink. He bit his lip and tried to reign himself in, but it was impossible when Bakugo kept pounding into him like that.
Focus on something else Izuku, anything else. Don’t think about how amazing this feels, how much you fucking love this, how much you get off on it... shit just, fuck...
Midoriya's own mind was betraying him as he tried and failed to distract himself from the pleasure as it built and swelled in glorious waves. It was too much, but he didn’t want to disappoint them again. He wanted to be good, to show them he could obey, but they made it so hard.
“I w-won’t. I’ll be good, I will, so g-good for you I swear…” Midoriya whispered desperately, almost to himself, his voice breaking at the end, and he nearly choked when Bakugo’s fingers dug into his hip hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck…” Bakugo bit out with a groan. “That’s right Izuku, you’ll be our good boy, won’t you.”
Midoriya whimpered, feeling like he was sinking and floating at the same time, body shuddering with pleasure as Bakugo’s pace increased. His large thick cock plowed into Midoriya hard, and he wanted to beg and plead but couldn’t focus enough to find the words.
Somehow, he managed to hold on to the last shreds of his control as Bakugo slammed into him a few more times before coming deep inside him with a heavy groan. Midoriya’s breath came out in harsh little pants as he felt that hot release flow, filling him up, and something inside him snapped, lighting up with shameless fervor- fuck yes, give it to me!
He hovered on the edge of orgasm but managed to keep from tipping over as Bakugo released his hair and slipped out of his body. Midoriya slumped forward, cheek hitting the counter hard as he struggled to take in a breath, chest heaving as sweat trickled down his back.
Fuck he was so hard, wanted to come so bad, cock twitching and leaking against the cupboards, but the pride of knowing he’d done as commanded helped ease some of the desperation surging through his veins. He felt Bakugo’s hands stroked along his back soothingly and he relished the touch, soaking it in like rays of warm sunlight.
“Very good, Deku. I’m proud of you, such a good boy for us…”
Those words washed over him like a gentle caress and Midoriya was melting as his eyes started to fall shut.
“...but now it’s time for your punishment.”
Midoriya’s breath hitched, and his knees went weak. If he hadn’t already been supported by the countertop he probably would have fallen to the floor. Bakugo chuckled low as he ran his hand down Midoriya's flank to dip under the edge of his stockings.
“Did you think we’d be that easy on you?” He leaned over Midoriya's back once again to whisper in his ear, “Shoto is the one who’ll be giving you your punishment Deku, not me.”
Midoriya glanced up at Todoroki and his eyes went wide at the sight of his lover rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Anticipation shot through him like lightning, and he suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Todoroki stared down at him with an impassive look, but no matter how good Todoroki was at schooling his emotions behind that cool mask, Midoriya could always see the fire burning in his eyes.
He jerked and keened as Bakugo suddenly pushed something big and thick into him and he squirmed at the burn as it stretched his hole wide before slipping into place. Shit, where the hell had that even come from? He groaned low as the large plug nestled inside his body and tried not to focus too much on how it pressed and rubbed up against his prostate with every little shift or twitch.
“Izuku, colour?”
It took a hot minute for Midoriya’s brain to figure out what Todoroki was asking, and he barely managed to get out a shaky breath.
“G-green.”
Bakugo pulled Midoriya off the counter and wrapped his arms around Midoriya’s waist and chest when his knees started to buckle. He leaned back against Bakugo with a soft moan as the plug pressed against his insides and took a few deep breaths to keep himself in check as his dick throbbed. Bakugo stroked along his chest, fingers flicking over his nipples as he went, and Midoriya was hyper focused on his touch. He wanted to feel all his lover’s bare skin against him, craving it like a drug in that moment, but before he could voice his desire out loud Bakugo’s hand slid up to curl around his throat. Midoriya shuddered, eyes fluttering shut, and his cock twitched hard as Bakugo’s fingers tightened before skimming along edge of his collar.
“Bring him into the living room.”
Todoroki voice was soft but unyielding and Midoriya barely managed to stay on his feet as it did funny things to his head. Todoroki turned around and headed for the living area, fully expecting them to follow without question, and Bakugo had to practically carry him out of the kitchen. It wasn’t exactly easy to walk with a raging hard on, a large plug in your ass, and legs that felt like jelly.
By the time they made it into the living room, Midoriya had calmed down a little but the sight of Todoroki sitting on the couch still dressed in his uniform with a very evident erection trapped in his pants sent his libido skyrocketing again.
Todoroki crocked his finger and patted his thigh in an obvious indication for Midoriya to come forward. In his hazy state he assumed Todoroki wanted him to kneel and take care of him with a blowjob and Midoriya was more than happy to have that hard, thick cock in his mouth. He started to lower himself to the floor but was caught by surprise when Todoroki suddenly struck out and grabbed his wrist, yanking him over his lap.
Midoriya yelped as he landed on the couch, his upper body falling on the plush cushions while his hips and thighs rested over top of Todoroki's legs. Midoriya tensed as pain shot through his left shoulder, but it quickly died down and was forgotten as the plug pressed in deeper and his erection rubbed against Todoroki’s pant leg. Midoriya stifled a moan, and he had to forcibly stop himself from grinding up against Todoroki as his cock throbbed and begged for more friction and pressure.
Todoroki quickly positioned Midoriya until he was laying on the couch and draped across Todoroki’s lap. One hand pressed against Midoriya’s lower back, keeping him pinned in place, while the other ran up along Midoriya’s thighs. His lover took a moment to enjoy the view, stroking along the smooth material of the stockings before dragging his fingers up and over Midoriya’s ass to squeeze his cheeks.
Oh fuck...
Given this position Midoriya knew what was coming, and he was already shaking with anticipation and nerves.
“Why are you being punished Izuku?”
Todoroki calm voice filled the air as he stroked along Midoriya’s buttocks. He tried to focus and respond but it was hard when he could barely form a coherent thought.
“I... I came without p-permission."
Something heavy landed on the coffee table, startling him and Midoriya glanced over to see Bakugo making himself comfortable in the adjacent chair, feet crossed and propped up on the table as he watched them with a savage smile and carmine eyes that burned.
“That’s right.” Todoroki answered calmly. “Twelve for the first offence Izuku, and every time you disobey us, your punishment will increase, is that understood?”
Midoriya trembled at Todoroki’s hard tone and the promise evident in his words.
“Yes, Sir.”
Todoroki’s hand squeezed his ass and Bakugo’s eyes went dark with lust at his response. Their reaction to his words made Midoriya feel hot all over. They seemed more than pleased to be addressed in such a way, and it triggered something deep inside him as well. Midoriya could feel it, pulsing under his skin, the difference those little words made, and he found it easier to let go, to give over control and fall into that submissive bliss.
Todoroki stroked along his ass, the touch almost gentle and loving, before shifting away.
Twelve doesn’t sound like much. I can handle it, I'm sure I-
Todoroki’s hand cracked against his left ass cheek and Midoriya’s let out a shocked gasp as his mind went blank. Sharp pain flared through him at the contact, and he automatically tried to pull away, but Todoroki’s arm kept him pinned firmly in place.
Todoroki’s hand landed several hard smacks in rapid succession across his buttocks, keeping the hits concise and even. This wasn’t like before, when Todoroki would playfully spank him in bed. No, this time he was serious and Midoriya could immediately tell the difference.
Every hit caused his body to clench and tighten around the plug, shifting the hard silicone right into his prostate and Midoriya shuddered and squirmed as he pressed his face into the couch while his fingers dug into the fabric in a small effort to hold on.
Todoroki stopped for a moment, giving him a slight breather and ran his hand soothingly over the reddened flesh. “That’s six Izuku. Next time, I expect you to count them yourself.”
The pain dampened and Midoriya moaned through tears as the sensation morphed into a deep throbbing burn. “Y-yes, Sir."
His cock was leaking, smearing wet streaks against Todoroki’s pants as it ground against his leg with every smack. The burn flaring along his ass was making the pleasure even sharper, more intense, and Midoriya's mind was splintering as the conflicting sensations surged, taking him higher and higher to that edge.
Three more cracks had him crying out as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore; it was too much... but it felt so good, in other ways. Midoriya was losing his mind.
Two more cracks against the abused flesh and he nearly came, body growing taut as he hovered at the breaking point.
“No, stop! Stop or I'll...” Midoriya managed to cry out a warning and Todoroki stilled his movements.
He tried to breathe, tried to get control over his body as he clutched the cushions with a white knuckled grip. His whole being was screaming for release, begging for the taste of it as it hovered on the tip of his tongue. But he couldn't, not yet. They hadn't given him permission and Midoriya wouldn’t disobey them again.
It took a minute or two before he finally started to fall back from the edge. Sweat dripped down his back as he desperately clung to the last threads of his control. Another minute and he released his death grip on the cushions, sagging into them as his mind reeled from the torrent of pain and pleasure flooding through his body. It felt like he was falling again, sinking deep into himself and Midoriya gave in, letting it consume him.
“One more Izuku…”
Midoriya tried to brace himself, but he felt weighted down, like his entire body was submerged underwater. Todoroki brought his hand down a final time, the sound of flesh smacking against one another echoing through the room, quickly followed by Midoriya’s loud sob as he pressed his face into the soft fabric of the couch.
“You took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” Todoroki whispered immediately, his hands stroking along Midoriya’s back in gentle soothing motions before his fingers ghosted lightly over the imprints of Bakugo’s teeth along his neck and shoulder. “Such a good obedient boy for us, so incredibly beautiful. We’re so proud of you. You look absolutely breathtaking wearing our marks, Izuku.”
The words and Todoroki’s touch had Midoriya falling completely into the tranquil waves of bliss. He was barely aware as Todoroki shifted them around until he was lying flat on the couch. Something soft and warm was placed between Midoriya's cock and the cushions and he whimpered as the plug was removed, leaving behind a deep, empty ache. Todoroki continued whispering words of praise and affection and a few moments later he covered Midoriya with his body, pressing him down lightly as his cock slide inside in slow easy thrusts until he was fully sheathed.
Midoriya moaned softly in relief as he was filled again. The hot slide of Todoroki within him and the press of his body against the throbbing flesh of Midoriya’s ass was making him burn all over. It sent ripples of pleasure and pain coursing through his body, and it was all just... all consuming. He couldn’t think, could only feel as the sensations pulsed sharp and quick, unfurling with every stroke, every touch. It built back up higher and more intense than ever before until Midoriya was completely lost in it. He didn’t even recognize his own voice as he mewed and pleaded, nonsensical words coming out between his cries of ecstasy.
Midoriya was gone, completely lost, and he couldn’t stop it this time as the pleasure surged through him until it felt like he was coming apart at the seams.
Todoroki's next thrust slammed into his prostate hard and Midoriya jerked with a cry, sending his cock sliding against the blanket trapped beneath him. Every inch of him was overly sensitive as the pleasure mounted and started to peak. He couldn’t hold on anymore, tears streaming down his face as he begged, needing to come so badly but never wanting it to end. Todoroki pressed him harder into the couch, covering him completely with his body before finally whispering the words he so desperately needed to hear.
“Come, Izuku.”
The world just seemed to stop for a moment before his orgasm tore through him with such earth-shattering force he could barely breathe. Pleasure ripped through him, seemingly having no end as the waves kept coming, and he let out a hoarse cry as he was consumed by the flames.
Midoriya collapsed against the cushions, completely boneless as everything went white. He was floating, drifting in that amazing soft place and he felt fucking marvelous, like nothing could ever hurt him. Something warm filled him up from within and Midoriya made a little keen of contentment, loving that full feeling as it spread through him.
Delicate kisses pressed along his shoulders and neck as Todoroki remained inside him before gently turning them onto their sides. Todoroki wrapped himself around Midoriya as they lay on the couch together, cradling him tenderly. Eventually he started to register the quiet whispers flowing around him as Bakugo and Todoroki spoke to each other, their hands never stopping as they stroked along his body with gentle and affectionate caresses. Their touch and sound of their voices started pulling Midoriya back from that lovely abyss and he sighed in happiness when he felt a hand cup his face and he nuzzled into it.
“Fuck, I love it when he’s like this. So fucking soft...” Bakugo murmured as he stroked along Midoriya's cheek. Todoroki carded his hand through Midoriya’s hair and hummed in agreement.
“It's getting easier for him to fall into subspace now,” Todoroki added, and Bakugo let out a light snort.
“Yeah, no kidding. Before, we had to fuck him until he practically passed out to get him even partially there.”
Todoroki sighed as he rubbed gentle circles into Midoriya's scalp.
“It probably helps that he’s more aware of it now on a conscious level. Submission is mostly a mental game after all. I want to give him everything Katsuki, he deserves only the best from us.”
The last part was barely a whisper, but Midoriya still heard it. It was quickly followed by Bakugo’s soft hum of agreement as he caressed Midoriya's cheek, stroking his thumb across the light dusting of freckles.
Midoriya opened his eyes and saw Bakugo staring down at him tenderly. He was kneeling on the floor next to the couch and Midoriya smiled as he felt Todoroki press a kiss against the collar around his neck. He felt unequivocally treasured and loved in that moment, happy and content beyond measure, and it made his eyes well up with tears.
“I love you both so much.”
Midoriya needed them to hear it, to understand that they were all he would ever need in this world. Todoroki held him tighter as Bakugo smiled, his expression warm and uncharacteristically soft.
“We know. We love you too, nerd,” Bakugo responded as his hand continued caressing along Midoriya’s face. The gentleness of his touch made Midoriya's heart skip a beat as he remained caught in Bakugo’s gaze. “You’re ours Izuku, now and forever. Shoto and I are never letting you go.”
It was like a mantra, something they said to him almost daily, but no matter how many times he heard it, it never failed to make Midoriya's heart ache with joy. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling, even as he smiled.
They continued whispering words of praise and endearment as they held him close, stroking along his body as he continued to emerge from the hazy bliss of subspace. At one point Bakugo got up to retrieve a glass of water and Midoriya took a few sips from the straw as Bakugo brought it to his lips. Once he was fully himself again, Midoriya shifted a bit and winced at the sharp pain that pulsed through his ass and lower back. Bakugo noticed and smirked as he set the glass down on the coffee table. He gave Midoriya a light kiss on the cheek and shifted onto his feet.
“I’ll go get some cream for that gorgeous red ass of yours, Deku.”
Midoriya flushed as Bakugo’s eyes remained fixed on his butt for a moment in clear appreciation of Todoroki’s handiwork before heading towards the bedroom. Todoroki nudged him to shift fully onto his stomach and a minute later Bakugo was slathering a cool ointment along his burning buttocks that lessened the sting almost immediately.
Todoroki got up and Midoriya blushed even harder when he saw the messy state of his uniform pants. Todoroki just smiled as he stripped them off and bent down to run his hand through Midoriya’s hair in a loving caress. Even after everything, the gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through Midoriya's stomach and he smiled as his lover pulled away, heading into the bedroom to get a fresh change of clothes.
Midoriya sighed as he rested on the couch for a minute, letting the cream soak in and ease the burn as he continued to bask in the warm afterglow of their play. But soon enough, he started to shiver a bit from the cool air and knew he should probably get up and put some clothes on. Midoriya eased himself off the couch and flinched as the movement sent pain flaring along his buttocks.
Damn, he would be feeling this little encounter for the next couple of days. There was no way in hell he’d be running or sitting on the weight machine now as his ass continued to lightly throb. Despite the discomfort, he had more than enjoyed what had just transpired. Shit, he hadn’t just liked it, he had loved it. If Todoroki and Bakugo wanted to make his first punishment a memorable experience, they had certainly succeeded.
Midoriya reached down to grab the blanket he’d made a mess on so he could throw it in the dirty laundry hamper. He felt surprisingly clean, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a smaller, damp towel lying on the coffee table. Todoroki and Bakugo must have cleaned him up while he was out of it. They always took such good care of him afterwards, and it made his love for them swell to even greater heights.
He wrapped a throw blanket around himself and gingerly made his way into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear. He tossed the soiled linen into the hamper and looked up to see Todoroki watching him as he stepped further into the room. Todoroki’s gaze raked over his form, and Midoriya’s face felt hot enough to burn as he bent over to take his stocking off and winched at the painful ache the movement caused.
Midoriya paused when a shadow fell over him and despite everything they had just done together, his breath still caught in his throat as Todoroki gently pulled him into his arms and leaned in close. Those incredible heterochromatic eyes were simmering as they held his gaze and Todoroki slowly tugged the blanket off Midoriya’s shoulders, letting it drop to the floor at their feet.
“Allow me, sweetheart.”
Midoriya bit his lip as Todoroki knelt and gripped the edge of his stockings, slowly peeling them down his legs, taking care to stroke his hands along the skin until they were fully removed. He stood back up and Midoriya couldn’t help himself. He reached up to wrap his arms around Todoroki's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Todoroki took possession of his mouth immediately, turning the kiss sensual with light nips and hot heavy strokes of his tongue. Midoriya pressed up, trying to get closer, before an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him in until he was barely on the tips of his toes.
Midoriya moaned softly as he wove his fingers through Todoroki's hair and his lover responded in kind by deepening the kiss as his hand cradled the back of Midoriya's head. Todoroki broke away a few moments later and pressed Midoriya against his chest, tucking him under his chin as those strong arms wrapped around his body.
“You have no idea sweetheart, what you do to me, to us...”
A light chuckle had them both turning towards the door. Bakugo was watching them, arms crossed over his chest and eyes half lidded as he leaned against the doorframe with a grin.
“Don’t waste your breath Shoto, he has no fucking idea how sexy he is,” Bakugo said with fond exasperation.
Midoriya went red.
Sexy? Him?
Bakugo just sighed loudly and gave him a resigned look, as if he knew exactly what was going through Midoriya’s head, before his expression turned heated.
“You better put some clothes on Deku, before I bend you over the counter again.”
As temping as that sounded, Midoriya’s ass was definitely not ready for another round just yet. The thought alone had his butt throbbing, and not in a good way. Bakugo’s grin turned savage as he watched Midoriya scurry away and hastily grab some clothes from the dresser drawers.
He threw on a pair of Bakugo’s sweatpants since all his were still in the dryer and tugged on one of Todoroki’s long sleeve tops. He tried not to dwell on how much he loved wearing their clothes, being enveloped by their scents, and met them in the kitchen a few minutes later. Their clothing was baggy on him, making Midoriya appear smaller than he was, but he didn’t care, and he knew they wouldn't mind either. He had a feeling they secretly liked it when he stole their clothes, especially Bakugo, because whenever he did the blond would always pull him into his arms, acting annoyed but muttering things under his breath like “Too fuckin cute,” and “Damn cuddly nerd.”
Bakugo’s eyes swept over him as he entered the kitchen, and he wasted no time tugging Midoriya in close.
“You good, Izuku?”
The question was a probe, probably to see if what had just transpired hadn’t been too much for him.
“My ass stings like a bitch, thank you very much,” Midoriya answered sharply and Bakugo’s eyes sparked at the playful note in Midoriya’s tone. He gripped Midoriya’s chin with a smirk and tilted his face up until their eyes met.
“Then next time you’ll think twice about disobeying us, won’t you?” Bakugo responded smugly, before his expression shifted, darkening with desire as his thumb swiped along Midoriya's bottom lip.
Midoriya shivered and his cock gave a little twitch. Even now, he still found it exhilarating to be the focus of such intensity and his lips parted as Bakugo leaned in for a kiss. It was just a press of lips, obviously meant to be a light, comforting gesture, but Midoriya wanted more.
He always wanted more.
He reached up and ran his hands through spiky blond hair, locking Bakugo in place so he couldn't pull away. Bakugo stilled for a moment, before his arms wrapped around Midoriya's waist, holding him close as their mouths slanted together. He opened eagerly, not bothering to suppress the soft keen that bubbled up from within as Bakugo’s tongue slid into his mouth in slow, sensual strokes. Midoriya melted against him, pulse racing and heat buzzing under his skin as Bakugo kissed him until he was breathless.
He was feeling very warm and lightheaded by the time Bakugo finally pulled back with a groan. “Fuck Deku, you're really testing our resolve to take things slow.”
“I never asked you to go slow,” Midoriya responded with a pout. Bakugo quirked a brow as a savage smile spread across his handsome face.
“Oh really? You wanna go another round then?”
Bakugo's hand came down and smacked lightly against his ass. Midoriya yelped and practically shoved him away as he reached back to rub away the throbbing sting from his butt.
“Oww! That was a dick move, Kacchan!”
Bakugo’s smile widened until the whites of his teeth were visible.
“Then don’t tempt me, Deku.”
“Enough you two,” Todoroki interrupted with an amused look. “Our time is up Katsuki, we need to head back to work. We’ll be cutting it close as it is.”
The painful ache in his ass was all but forgotten as Todoroki’s words hit Midoriya hard, and he tried to swallow around the lump suddenly lodged in his throat. A heavy weight settled over his chest, making it hard to breathe, and a fissure seemed to crack open inside him, siphoning away all those happy, feel-good emotions in one swoop. Anxiety and panic curled up out of nowhere, clawing at him like gnarled twisted hands, and he quickly turned away, not wanting his lovers to see how upset it made him, knowing they had to leave.
They didn’t miss it.
Bakugo reached out and pulled Midoriya back towards him, concern clearly written across his features. “Hey... what’s with that face, Deku? What’s wrong?”
Midoriya snuggled into his arms, even as he cursed himself for being so weak. God, what was wrong with him? It was pathetic. They had a job to do, and it wasn’t right or fair to make them feel guilty about going back to work. But it didn’t change the fact that he suddenly felt like watching them walk out the door and leave him behind was going to rip him apart.
It didn’t make any sense; he’d see them again in a few hours, but for some reason, those negative feelings were so much more intense than usual. The loneliness and isolation looming in the wake of their departure threatened to devour the warmth inside him. Midoriya quickly pushed those feelings down and tried to give them what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
“It’s nothing, I’m f-fine. I… I guess I’m j-just feeling a little e-emotional, that’s all…”
Midoriya flinched at the shakiness in his own voice and Todoroki looked troubled as he moved towards them. His lovers visibly tensed when they saw his hands shaking and he tried to hide them by tucking them behind Bakugo’s back in a hug, but he had a feeling he wasn’t successful when a little tick appeared in Todoroki’s cheek as he clenched his jaw.
“Shit, we shouldn’t have touched him like that Katsuki -”
Instantly Midoriya’s heart felt like it was being crushed in his chest, and that awful, dark pit of fear and insecurity inside him grew and intensified.
“No, don’t say that!” Midoriya cried out in a panic as he reached out and grabbed Todoroki's arm, fingers gripping so tight they ached. “I liked it, a lot. You... you don’t regret it… do you?”
Midoriya suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable and unsure. Oh God... Maybe he hadn’t been good enough? Maybe they hadn’t enjoyed it like he had, maybe –
“Stop it, right now Izuku!”
Midoriya was jolted out of his thoughts at Bakugo’s harsh growl, blinking in surprise as the blonde gripped his chin and forcefully turned his face up. Bakugo’s touch gentled and he caressed along Midoriya's cheek as he wove his free arm around his waist and practically crushed them together. Todoroki’s hand threaded through his hair, nails scraping against Midoriya’s scalp in that special way which always sent shivers down his spine.
“I can practically hear the self-doubt and insecurities bouncing around in that fool head of yours,” Bakugo proclaimed as he held Midoriya close. “I want you to listen to me very carefully… are you listening?”
Midoriya nodded, feeling lost as those crimson eyes gazed down at him with such ferocity it shook him to his core.
“Good. Shoto and I love you. We love being your partners and your doms. You really have no fucking clue how goddamn amazing you are, so let me make it perfectly clear. You, Midoriya Izuku, are everything Shoto and I had dared to hope for and more. We have never regretted being with you, not once. I’ll say this a million fucking times if I must to get it through your thick skull. You belong to us Izuku, and we are never letting you go, understand?!”
Midoriya stared at them, wide eyed and stunned. Bakugo said the words with such conviction and truth that it brought tears to his eyes. All those negative thoughts and feelings surging within him crumbled like ash, replaced with an incredible warmth that flowed through his chest to wrap around his heart.
Todoroki hand trailed down to his neck and he stroked along Midoriya's collar as he nodded in agreement.
“Izuku, what I meant was we shouldn’t have played out a scene with you knowing we had to leave, that's all. Some people can snap out of subspace easily but for others the effects can linger for a while. For you, it does seem to linger and affect your emotional and mental state for a time, and Katsuki and I should have known better.”
Todoroki sighed as he shot a worried and pointed look at Bakugo before reaching up to cup Midoriya’s face. “We got caught up in the moment sweetheart, but that’s no excuse. I promise you; Katsuki and I will do better from now on. When we get home tonight, we’re all going to sit down, lay out some ground rules, and discuss how things will be from now on, okay?”
Midoriya smiled, the kind that lit up his entire face as relief washed over him. They didn’t regret it at all, they were just worried about him. He wrapped his arms around them and pressed in close.
“Have a mentioned lately how much I love you both?” Midoriya breathed out happily. He still felt off kilter, having just experienced some hefty emotional whiplash, but at least those dark feelings were bleeding away. Todoroki’s expression shifted into something tender and sweet, and Bakugo grinned in satisfaction.
“Only a few times a day Deku, but we’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
They held him for a few minutes, lazily stroking their hands down his arms and up his chest and back as Midoriya soaked up their touch. Todoroki leaned in to give Midoriya a light kiss, obviously pleased to see him back in a healthy headspace once again.
“Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart? Katsuki and I don’t have to go. There’s nothing urgent at work and I doubt Aizawa would care if requested the rest of the day off.”
Midoriya shook his head. He appreciated their concern, but he wasn’t going to let his emotional episode interfere with their work. “I’m okay, really. But thank you,” he said with a smile.
They both stared at him for a moment, as if wanting to ensure he was being truthful and not just telling them what they wanted to hear. They seemed satisfied with what they saw however as Midoriya continued staring up at them with a loving smile and they both gave him a gentle squeeze before heading to the front door to get ready to leave. Midoriya followed along to say goodbye but stopped when he realized that they hadn’t eaten lunch.
“Wait one moment!”
He turned on his heel and rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing a few snacks, protein bars, and his forgotten smoothie and brought it back to the front door as Todoroki and Bakugo slipped on their boots.
“Here, I know it's not much, but you shouldn’t go back to work on an empty stomach.”
Todoroki took the items with a smile.
“Thanks sweetheart, we’ll see you tonight. If you start to feel down or anxious in any way, I want you to call us immediately.”
Midoriya nodded before leaning up to give them both a quick kiss and hug and watched them leave. The emptiness that threatened to consume him earlier was fading, replaced by his lovers’ comforting words that echoed through his head and made his heart fit to burst with love and happiness. Curiosity also flooded through him at the thought of what their “talk” tonight would entail, and Midoriya tried to temper down his brain’s incessant need to go over countless scenarios of what they might say as he walked back to the kitchen.
His stomach let out an angry growl, so he heated up his lunch and ate it while standing, hip resting against the counter as he dug into his food. Just the thought of sitting down on a chair right now made Midoriya wince. As he finished eating, he couldn't help but ruminate over what had just transpired. Everything had been incredibly... intense, and in hindsight, he could clearly see that after they had this kind of sex, or rather, “played out a scene” as they put it, it did leave him feeling pretty raw afterwards, emotionally speaking.
During his research he’d come across terms like “sub drop,” and knew it referred to a negative state one could enter after intense play and sex, but from what he read, most of those feelings could be mitigated with appropriate and affectionate aftercare. Clearly Bakugo and Todoroki provided that in spades, so why had he experienced such an emotional drive just now?
Midoriya had a feeling it was related to their departure, because he had a similar experience during the Black Moon event when he knew he couldn’t stay with them after they’d just engaged in some very heavy, emotionally charged sex. Those situations were the only times he could think of where he’d experienced such a drastic, negative shift in his mental and emotional state, so it was safe to assume there was a correlation between his “drop” and Bakugo and Todoroki’s absence.
It wasn’t enough for a definitive association, but Midoriya would rather not put himself in a similar situation where it could happen again if possible. It was probably why Todoroki had suggested they talk later tonight to develop rules of play. He certainly felt more confident and comfortable knowing Bakugo and Todoroki wanted to put measures in place to help avoid any further incidents. It wasn’t reasonable to expect everything to work out perfectly all the time, but they could certainly do everything within their means to prevent it from happening again.
Midoriya sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, feeling very overwhelmed, and decided a nice hot shower would probably help him relax. He headed into the bathroom but stopped when he caught his reflection in the large mirror above the vanity. The bite marks along his neck and shoulder were already darkening and curiosity got the better of him, so he turned around and pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down to peek at his behind.
He flushed bright pink when he saw how thoroughly spanked his ass looked.
No wonder he was so sore! His butt was a vibrant shade of red, with small strips of maroon from where Todoroki’s handprints overlapped. He couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the pattern, and Midoriya's eyes widened in surprise when he realized how carefully placed and deliberate each hit had been.
Well, going to the gym was no longer an option, not for today at least, and probably not tomorrow either. Even swimming sounded less than ideal right now. Instead, Midoriya continued into the shower, carefully positioning himself so the spray didn’t hit his ass and sighed in contentment as the hot water eased the ache along his lower back.
Since he couldn't work out, Midoriya decided to try focusing his attention on something else for a change. Bakugo was always cooking for them, so maybe it was time to help share the load in that department.
But... Midoriya rarely stepped foot in the kitchen. Even when he lived on his own, he’d kept a giant stack of takeout menus piled neatly on his small countertop and basically lived off cheap local restaurant fare or premade meals that he could easily shove in the oven or microwave. But now he had plenty of time now to try his hand at cooking, so it couldn’t hurt to experiment with some simple recipes for dinner.
How hard could it be?