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Pairing: Endeavor/Shouto/Deku 

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Noncon/Dubcon, Villain Endeavor, Villain Shouto, double penetration, threesome, rough sex

Summary: After kidnapping Pro Hero Deku, Endeavor and Shouto waste no time in breaking in their new beloved pet. 

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Sirens rang out in the difference. The obnoxious sound was muffled only slightly by the heavy curtains hanging over the open windows. A cool breeze blew in, ruffling the dense fabric. Shouto tilted his head, resisting the urge to chew on the cigarette butt stuck between his lips. Going north, further into the city, by the sound of it. He was tempted to close the windows but the damn air conditioning was busted. Only way to keep the apartment a bearable temperature was to have all the windows open. Sighing quietly, Shouto leaned over to snatch his lighter from the bedside table. It was a nasty habit (one he’d been meaning to quit for a while) but every evening, just as the sun was disappearing behind the horizon, he always got an undeniable urge to set his lungs alight with nicotine. Always proved useless to try not to. He could never sleep well if he didn’t get that vital hit.

Though…he wasn’t really getting that urge tonight. Shouto’s gaze shifted downwards. Between his legs was a fluffy mess of sweat drenched hair. Deku, the prominent Pro Hero who was raising up to claim the title of ‘Symbol of Peace’ exhaustedly bobbed up and down, sucking clumsily on Shouto’s rigid, sopping wet cock. Thick globs of drool streamed down his balls. The smooth surface of Deku’s hot, wet tongue rubbed against the underside of his dick. Gorgeous, whimpering moans poured out of the once proud, infallible Hero, muffled by the thick shaft of meat stuffed deep down his throat. The position wasn’t one Shouto would’ve chosen since he couldn’t see Deku’s adorable face while he was sucking him off but wasn’t like he had much choice in the matter.

Shouto’s gaze flickered up, the corner of his eyebrow twitching with annoyance. Kneeling behind Deku, his large hands wrapped snugly around his hips, his old man was not showing any signs of slowing down, much to his irritation. It’d been close to an hour since he’d been able to feel that sublime tightness of Deku’s plump ass. Panting heavily, fat droplets of sweat rolling down his brightly flushed face, Enji rapidly thrust deep inside of Deku. With every thrust, Deku jolted forward, pushing Shouto’s dick further down his throat. Loud, wet squelching sounds filled the otherwise quiet apartment. Absent-mindedly flicking the lighter to life, Shouto watched the plump globes of Deku’s ass bounce. The Pro’s back was covered in bite marks and hickeys. Sweat drenched his tanned, freckled skin. A shiver raced through Shouto’s body. He was so beautiful like this…it suited him far better than being covered in grime, bruises and blood.

“If you’re gonna smoke,” Enji muttered darkly without raising his head, “then go out on the balcony.”

Rolling his eyes, Shouto clicked the lighter closed, tossing it back over onto the bedside table, “And what…leave you all alone with our love? Planning on something nefarious, old man?”

Snorting derisively, Enji paused mid-thrust to look up at him with a mocking glint in his bright blue eyes, “Nefarious? I would think that we’d checked that box already, Shouto.”

A harsh sigh slipped free from his lips before he could stop it. As much as he hated agreeing with the old fuck, he did have a point. There wasn’t much they could do to the once Pro Hero. Only he could think of was killing him but neither he nor the old man would ever consider doing such a thing. No, despite their rocky start, they could never cause their precious Deku any harm. Seeming to sense his apprehensive agreement, Enji started to move again, pulling a strained wail from Deku, who slammed his butt back against him. A wide grin spread across Enji’s face. Smoothing his large hands up Deku’s back, Enji wrapped them around his broad shoulders, abruptly yanking him back. Shouto’s cock slipped free from the warm, wet confines of his mouth. Enji wrapped his muscular arms around Deku’s trembling frame, squeezing him tightly to his beefy chest. A snarling protest died on the tip of Shouto’s tongue. His drenched cock, dripping with Deku’s drool, twitched excitedly.

The look on Deku’s face…he could’ve cum just to that. Tears streaked down his darkly flushed cheeks. Hazy green eyes, swimming with dazed lust and want, struggled to focus on him. Rough, shallow pants tumbled out from between parted, wet lips. A line of drool slid down his throat. His nipples were red and swollen from being played with so much. There were several loads, both his and theirs, splattered all over his thighs, stomach and chest. Standing straight up from a nest of darkly colored pubic hair, drenched with semen and sweat, his penis was surprisingly small, plump, pink and perfect. A constant flow of precum dribbled from the slit. Shouto swallowed hard, his heart fluttering. He sucked in a deep breath. Beautiful…he was so goddamn beautiful…and he was all theirs.

A near deranged trill of elation tore through him. Smiling widely, a fresh bloom of heat bursting in his cheeks, Shouto crawled forward. He reached up to cup Deku’s burning hot cheeks in the curve of his hands. The once unbeatable, unbreakable Pro…was theirs. The man who just a few days ago belonged to the whole world was now only theirs…their love, their precious treasure. Shouto leaned in to capture Deku’s mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. Deku moaned loudly, pushing back up into him. He shoved his tongue between his plump lips, shivering as the delicious taste of his mouth swept over his tastebuds. Sliding his hands down, Shouto eagerly caressed and fondled Deku’s pecs, rubbing his calloused palms across his nipples. Whining into his mouth, writhing underneath his touch, Deku hungrily sucked on his tongue, mewling and moaning. Every sound that came out of him sent a shriek of heat straight down to Shouto’s cock. He tasted so good, he felt so good-! He wanted every inch of him! He wanted to devour him! He wanted-!

“Shouto.” Enji suddenly spoke.

“What?” Shouto responded grumpily, slipping one hand down further to teasingly rub the pad of his thumb against the tip of Deku’s cock, earning himself a high pitched, wailing moan.

“He’s ready.”

“Ready? Ready for what?” Shouto asked, leaning back to look at his old man with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

A pleased smirk tugged at the corners of Enji’s broad lips, “For both of us.”

It took him a moment to register what the old man was talking about. Blinking slowly, Shouto repeated the words a couple times in his mind before the realization of what he was being invited to do finally dawned on him. Jolting slightly, a bolt of heat shooting straight down to his aching cock, Shouto sucked in a sharp breath. The thought of sharing Deku’s hole with his own Father didn’t even cross his mind. All he wanted was to be inside – to stuff Deku full until he was overwhelmed by the feeling of their cocks. Pushing forward, slipping his hands underneath Deku’s trembling knees, Shouto pushed his legs up to his chest, revealing his already stretched wide hole. The old man’s cock was buried in to the balls. The sight of it made Shouto shiver.

Laughing underneath his breath, Shouto brushed the tips of his fingers against Deku’s twitching hole, murmuring, “Does it feel good, love?”

“Y…yes…good…feels…good…” Deku slurred dizzily, slowly rolling and bucking his hips, “More…more…”

“Good boy. Here…I’ll make you feel even better.”

Pressing flush to Deku’s heaving chest, Shouto lead the head of his cock to his entrance. Deku gasped, his muscular, scarred body shuddering. Those big, teary eyes swung down to stare at where they were about to be connected before jumping back up to Shouto’s face. For the briefest moment, there was a flash of clarity. The old Deku, that meddlesome Pro who was hiding someone so adorable, so beautiful that it should’ve been a crime to keep him locked away behind that continuously smiling façade, made one last appearance in the form of a sputtered ‘WAIT-!’ but quickly vanished when Shouto slammed his hips forward, driving his cock in alongside his old man’s. Intense heat closed in around him. Deku’s cock was so tight, it was almost painful but whatever discomfort he could’ve felt was drowned out by the immense blast of pleasure. Throwing his head back, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, eyes stretched open wide, Deku let out a strangled shriek as he came, spraying Shouto’s stomach with a watery layer of cum.

Grinning broadly, ecstasy coursing through his veins, Shouto leaned in to capture Deku’s mouth in another rough kiss. What would all those sheep out there who blindly worshipped him and his quirk say if they could see him right now? The proud, humble and kind hero, reduced to a gibbering cockslut who couldn’t get enough of a pair of villain’s cocks – the thought sent a shiver racing down his spine. Would they be disgusted? Horrified? Enraged? Of course they would be. Those pathetic masses could never understand this beauty, this love. Deku…this was his perfection, his ultimate form. This was where he was meant to be, wrapped up in their arms, beloved by them! He teasingly pinched both of Deku’s nipples, pulling a strangled moan out of him. No, they would never understand and he wouldn’t have it any other way. This beauty was meant for them alone.

Enji laughed, sliding a hand between them to wrap it gently around Deku’s spasming, dripping penis. He lovingly nuzzled the side of his neck, brushing a kiss against the sweaty skin, “How cute. You love our cocks that much?”

“Yes-! Yes-!” Deku squealed shamelessly, “Love! Love your cocks!”

“It isn’t just our cocks that you love, is it, Deku?” Shouto murmured against his lips, slowly beginning to thrust up into that incredible heat, “You love being touched by us, fucked by us, kissed and teased, don’t you?”

“Yes!! More-! More-! Touch…fuck…more-!”

“Be still, our love. We’ll give you even more.” Enji rasped into his ear, matching Shouto’s thrusts. Deku bounced in his hold, wrapping his arms tightly around Shouto’s broad shoulders. Enji slipped his other hand down to grope and squeeze Deku’s plump ass, “We’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget everything. All you’ll know is us.”

“Yes-! Yes-! Please-! Please-! Wanna-!”

“Good boy.” Enji nipped playfully at his earlobe before straightening up, turning his blazing gaze onto Shouto, “We should reward him for being so good.”

Shouto nodded in agreement, too distracted by how good it felt to hear Deku cry out those words to be annoyed. In an almost unison, the two of them ramped up the speed of their thrusts, rapidly slamming up into Deku. He let out a barrage of squeals, wails and moans, bucking and rocking his hips in time with their thrusts. Brushing the backs of his fingers along the curve of Deku’s freckled cheek, Shouto leaned in for another kiss, smiling slightly when he surged forward to meet his lips. So cute…he was so incredibly cute-! He could stay right here, fucking him, holding him, until the end of time. The search for him was still ongoing but they would never find him here. He…they would never let anyone take their beloved Deku away from them.

“You don’t want to be a hero anymore, do you, Deku?” Shouto panted, nuzzling his blazing hot cheek, “That was never your dream, right? You’ve always wanted this…to be loved by us.”

“Yes…” Deku gasped wetly, clinging tightly to Shouto’s shoulders, tilting his head to the side slightly so Enji had better access to his throat. His unfocused, hazy gaze lifted up to look at Shouto. A small smile tugged at the corner of his plush lips, “Wanna be…loved…”

“And you will be.” Shouto whispered, pressing their foreheads together, “We will love you forever.”

“We’ll cherish you forever.” Enji breathed, curling his muscular arms tightly around Deku’s trembling frame.

“So stay with us always…Deku…”