deku doesn’t realize his mistake until it’s too late.

see, when kacchan messaged him, angrily demanding the video he’d taken of their earlier spars, he’ just started a new group chat and sent the last video on his camera roll. https://twitter.com/kaacchaann/status/1375235406925606912

it wasn’t until he’d settled at his desk to get started on his homework did he realize his fuck up.

he couldn’t sit properly—he never can after he uses that toy. so he reached over to his bed and grabbed a pillow to sit on.

it wasn’t a big deal. he’d be fine in the morning.

he wouldn’t be able to use that toy again for a while; but that was okay, because he’d taken a video to get off too while his poor little hole recovered.

anyway, he needed to start his hero ethics homework and—OH GOD. HE’D TAKEN A VIDEO.

AFTER their spars. THAT was the last video in his camera roll; not the video of eijirou and katsuki trying out their new moves.

he glances over at his phone, where there are five new messages in the new group chat.

k: what the fuck

k: are you serious

k: ???

k: why do you not lock your nudes away in another folder you fucking idiot

k: dumbass

he bites his lip and wracks his brain to find an excuse. then, a lightbulb goes off over his head. he quickly rattles off his response.

i: oh i didn’t mean to send that..it’s not me lol.

eijirou answers immediately.

e: yes it is...

i: no, it isn’t

e: it is. look—your freckles.

the woosh of his message coming through so suddenly startles izuku, and there’s a screenshot attached—from the video.

izuku had propped his phone up slightly on his pillow, and suctioned his favorite big, fat, pink dildo to one of his textbooks, jammed halfway under the pillow.

he sat back on his knees with the book between his feet, giving the camera a perfect shot of his hole, swallowing it.

sure enough, there are freckles across his ass, the same color and density of the ones on his face and neck.

izuku doesn’t miss the timestamp on the screenshot either—it was near the end of the 7 minute video. meaning eijirou had actually watched it, practically to the end.

he’s not good at lying, so he doesn’t try to—he just responds to the accusation with the correct video, the twenty minute spar of eijirou and katsuki throwing eachother around the gym mats.

k: deku...we aren’t gonna act like you didn’t just do that

“well why not!” izuku whines

to himself, feeling mortified. his entire face is red, the color slipping down his neck, too.

i: i didnt mean to

again, eijirou answers quickly.

e: are you sure?

and that makes izuku stall. eijirou was hardly ever...presumptuous. it’s hard to read people’s tones through

texts, but izuku can’t help but start to feel the churn of something warm in his gut at that question. what ELSE could it mean besides ‘did you REALLY not mean to send us a video of you fucking yourself stupid?’

before izuku can answer, katsuki’s message buzzes in.

k: who was it for

izuku almost screams.

e: wasn’t it for you?

k: i don’t know. was it for me, deku?

this is how he dies. death by embarrassment. he’s gonna melt into a pool of horny, embarrassed goo and that’ll be the end of the almost-hero izuku midoriya.

k: who the fuck was it for

i: it wasn’t for anyone! it’s not me, i told you already!

k: and we told you we know your fat ass and those fucking freckles anywhere

e: don’t be so mean.

k: shut up, i can literally hear you still watching it through the wall

izuku does scream this time. he flips over on his bed and screams into his pillow, because WHY is eijirou re-watching it?

i: wHY ARE YOU WATCHING IT IF YOU THINK ITS ME?

e: fucking hell how does that thing fit inside you? fuck. does that even feel good?

izuku freezes, staring at his phone as the messages continue to buzz in.

k: don’t you hear the way he’s moaning? it fucking feels good. fucking size queen.

e: think he cried?

k: would he be my dumb deku if he didn’t?

e: bet he’s real cute when he cries.

k: we can go see

that warmth in his gut turns to heat—white hot and searing where he’s already loose and sticky. part of him still wants to crawl up in a ball and disintegrate, but another part wants to go unlock his door.

he listens to that other part.

e: do you want us to?

izuku stares at the message for a minute before katsuki’s pops up.

k: we don’t have all night nerd

e: be nice

k: fine...do you want us to come down deku?

e: promise we’ll be good to you

izuku’s heart nearly beats out of his chest.

i: yeah. please.

izuku swears he hears them coming down the stairs.

and then, down the hall.

and before he even looks up from his phone, there's a heavy knock on his door.

"fuck are you knocking for, he doesn't lock the door," comes from the other side.

"yeah well you open it, then," comes

right after, and izuku's first instinct is to hide.

he glances around the room, and his eyes settle on the toy that started all this—he'd cleaned it off and sat it on a towel to dry on his nightstand, so he wouldn't forget to tuck it back into that drawer.

he leaps to put it

away, but his hands are trembling and—oh FUCK, the doors opening—so he chucks it under his pillow and turns, wide-eyed and petrified, to the two other boys standing in his doorway.

kacchan's in a tight black tank top and joggers, with that permanent sneer on his lips; and ei's

in a borrowed aji fry shirt, with his hair down—damp from his shower earlier, with the barest hint of a natural black at his roots.

"hey, deku." kacchan leans on the doorframe and raises a brow. "oh, just look at you."

"ha?" izuku squeaks. he glances between them and swallows

hard, wondering just what he's gotten himself into.

kacchan and ei weren't the biggest in their class, but they'd sprouted up quite a bit in the last few months—both of them are at least a head taller than deku.

that's all deku can think about as kacchan stalks towards him

and ei quietly closes the door behind himself—how they're so much bigger than he is...

kacchan said something, but izuku was too busy staring at his arms to hear it—and when he looks up, kacchan is waiting expectantly.

ei tuts softly, "i think he's a little distracted, man.'

katsuki doesn't have a drop of shame on his face when he gets closer to deku, cupping his chin. "i said, you don't look nearly as fucked out as you should."

izuku gasps, "waH—CHAN!"

"wAh-ChAn," katsuki teases, "i just watched you split yourself open—you should be

more than satisfied. you SHOULD be half asleep. but you aren't—and you're looking at us like you want more, deku."

eijirou takes another step closer—seemingly aware of the subtle display of possessiveness when the blond's fingers dip into green curls—but he teases, too.

"he's right, y'know." ei hums, and katsuki slinks down to the mattress beside izuku, gently tipping deku's head back to make him meet eijirou's eyes. "what? was it not big enough for you?"

near his ear, katsuki mumbles, "and who the fuck was that video for? who are you

fucking yourself open for, hm, slutty deku?"

izuku gasps, "no—no one, it wasn't for anyone!"

"so then why were you stretching your slutty hole on camera?" katsuki asks sharply, the edge of the word making deku gasp again.

"oh be nice would you?" ei settles on his knees in

front of them. "we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that video."

katsuki grunts his agreement, and slips behind deku. He presses his chest against deku's back, and hooks his arm across the nerd's waist to haul him close.

his back straightens up immediately though, because

of the hot bulge pressing against his spine. "kacchan!"

"i'm here, too, you know?" ei mumbles, and hooks his fingers in izuku's shorts, gently tugging them down.

"ei—eijirou," his voice cracks, "i-i'm—"

"'zuku if you don't want to do this, you can say so," kacchan whispers,

and izuku's embarrassingly fast to answer—his legs slip wider, easily sliding onto eijirou's shoulders, and he's whispering, "i do—no i do, please,"

"oh, THAT he knows how to say," ei huffs a little laugh, and against his nape, kacchan smiles.

"you want him to fuck you, deku?"

"yeah," he whimpers at the scratch of ei's calloused hands slipping his underwear down.

ei wastes no time—with deku's loose little hole exposed to him, he wrenches down his own shorts, letting his cock bounce free.

and izuku pales.

it's not bigger than the toy—but it's fucking close.

and it's a damn good thing he's limber, because kirishima doesn't hesitate to lean forward—with deku's legs on his shoulders—to brush their noses together.

"keep him quiet, kacchan." ei murmurs against deku's cheek.

"fuck, that's hot," katsuki tucks izuku's bangs back, and nuzzles the opposite side of his face, nosing along his freckled cheek and skimming his lips against his ear, "quiet, okay?"

eijirou sinks in—and just the first bit makes izuku yelp.

"shhh, it's okay," ei teases, "i

know what you can take,"

katsuki hums, "is grape bitch next door?"

"who fuckin' cares," ei groans at the same time deku does, as their hips touch. "fuck—you're so hot inside, sucking me in and burning me up,"

"how's that feel, deku?" katsuki nuzzles his nape. "he makin' you

feel good?"

eijirou hasn't moved yet, but with his arms braced against the bed on the outside of katsuki's knees, he shudders head to toe, and blinks heavy, lust-filled eyes up at deku, eager for his answer.

"b—big," deku sighs, and his eyes flicker across the sharp teeth

biting into ei's lip. without thinking he dips forward to kiss him, but a tight fist in his hair stops him. he yelps, and kacchan is snarling in his ear.

"no, fuckin' /watch it/"

"hah—?"

"—you should feel him," ei grunts after a little laugh. "he's a fuckin furnace down here."