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He didn't mean to time it the way he did, but the way Shoto felt was so fucking good that he couldn't help but cum right then and there. He swore out his boyfriend's name and slammed in hard, deeper than Izuku could hope to go, and came deep inside him like it was a race, a competition.

"Fuck, yeah," he growled out, and Izuku sped up, thrusting shallow inside Shoto until he, too, came inside, his condom so full of his cum that it was floppy when he pulled out.

Katsuki stayed inside Shoto and claimed him with a few more thrusts, muttering against his boyfriend's lips. "Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good."
 
Shoto always loved the feeling when Katsuki filled him up with warm, thick cum. With both cocks inside of him, at their hardest and hottest, coming down from his own orgasm, he felt lightheaded and almost dizzy.

He was breathing hard against his boyfriends mouth when he reached for Izuku's hand, twining their fingers together and giving it a squeeze of approval. "You're so fucking good to me," he whispered to Katsuki, melting between the two boys.
 
Katsuki held the the nape of his boyfriend's neck and kissed him deep, caring little for Izuku who pulled out of Shoto and looked like he was about to pass out. And he did. Katsuki was so drunk he was on the verge of passing out, too, but he still kept working into Shoto slowly, groaning softly, his voice a sultry whisper.

"Had fun?" he snorted, running his hands up the other male's sides, feeling his pecs underneath the flowing yukata now damp with sweat.
 
"Yeah," Shoto confirmed softly, and he should have been too sensitive for this, should have wanted Katsuki out of him, but he wanted to drown in him instead. The idea of passing out with his cock still in him sounded appealing in the moment. He was exhausted, drunk, satisfied, and never wanted to leave his boyfriends touch again.

With Izuku out of the game he kissed Katsuki again, slow and sleazy. His dick was too spent to even give a twitch of interest and for once he was thankful because he didn't think he'd make another round.
 
Katsuki had just enough strength to roll him over, and groan as his entire body protested after that intense workout. His body that had just recovered felt like it was coming undone again. All he had the strength to do was press a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and fall asleep, or more like, pass out next to him.

When morning came, he instinctively snuggled close to the warmest body, seeking out Shoto even half-asleep. He nuzzled his face into his hair and it felt... curly against his nose, whereas Shoto's hair was supposed to feel like silk. When Katsuki slowly opened his eyes, he saw a mess of green hair and immediately jolted awake with a war cry.

"What the fuck, Deku!!!" he screamed like he had no idea what the hell happened last night. And even if he did, how and why had he gotten between them?!
 
Both boys startled when Katsuki cried out, and Shoto's entire body protested with the idea of wakefulness. He was sore, the stickiness that clung to him said he obviously hadn't cleaned up the night before, but more important than all of that was the ungodly pounding in his head.

"Fuck," he whispered, pressing his palm into his eye to try and relieve some pressure. His free hand reached out to grip his boyfriends thigh and ask him what the fuck he was screaming about when he heard a shocked sound that definitely wasn't Katsuki.

Shoto jerked back and stared. Midoriya was in there bed. Midoriya was between them. Midoriya had the blankets pulled up to his naked chest pale as a ghost with wide eyes.

Shoto looked passed him to Katsuki. Also definitely naked. He didn't even need to look to know he was too.

"Shit."
 
Izuku and Katsuki screamed in unison, both for very different reasons. Katsuki eventually put two-and-two together and nearly set their dormitory on fire with how quickly he was shoving Izuku out of their bed.

"Sorry, sorry!!!" Izuku yelled, covering his eyes when he saw that they were all naked. He got up quickly, gathering his clothes, and stepped on something that sounded like a flopping fish. When he glanced down, it was a used condom.

Izuku turned beet red and Katsuki turned the same color for an entirely different reason. "If you don't get out in five seconds I'm gonna beat your ass, Deku!!!" Katsuki barked, all possessive as he pulled the sheets over Shoto's naked body.
 
Shoto covered his face with his hands and groaned as Katsuki immediately responded with violence. It could have been worse, Midoriya could be literally dead, but he felt like he was going to have to make it up to him later.

God, he hoped they hadn't gotten cum on the yukata's. They didn't even own them. He pulled Katsuki close and gave his friend what he hoped was an apologetic expression. He didn't remember much, not through the pain shooting through his head, but he knew that there was no way Midoriya had ended up in there bed from Katsuki's doing. No way at all.
 
Once Izuku grabbed his clothes and left in a flustered hurry, Katsuki got up sluggishly to grab the jug of water from the fridge, downing it straight from the container. Now that the memories were piecing together, he remembered how he'd found the two.

It wasn't something he wanted to remember sober. He would rather remember the sex, but even that was a muddled memory in his head. Shoto had been drunk. He couldn't really blame him, and yet... "Fucking Deku," he growled as he tossed the used condom into the waste bin and tried to salvage the futon. They would have to wash it.

"You need some water?" he asked, handing Shoto the entire jug, not bothering to grab a cup.
 
Shoto nodded slowly as he took the jug, and drank from it more delicately than his boyfriend did. The water helped, it eased the dryness of his throat and the nausea in his stomach. It didn't do much for his head though, nor the fact that his mouth tasted like dick.

"I'm never drinking again," he decided. He felt like he was dying, but what bothered him more was the sense of guilt washing over him. The longer he was awake, the more was coming back to him in bits and pieces. None of it felt particularly good.
 
Katsuki made a mental note not to drink ever again, either. There was that weird silence that settled between them again, and Katsuki wondered if this was when he had to be angry. He'd never really thought about being angry. He just was. But the feeling weighing heavy in his chest was one of sadness, and that overwhelming anxiety again. That Shoto actually had a thing for Izuku. That the alcohol was a convenient excuse not to talk about it.

"Do you like him?" his question was snappier than he intended, but he was doing his best to reel in the anger.

He sat on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped. "Why'd... Why'd you do it?"
 
Shoto winced when Katsuki snapped the first question at him, and rose his gaze slowly. There was no not talking about it. He'd brought another man into their bed. Without asking. Without deciding to do it together.

He was torn between wishing he remembered more, and wishing he never would. His chest hurt, that feeling he'd had after the dinner with Shinso settling over him again.

Why had he done it? Had he still not dealt with his jealousy of who Katsuki had been with when they were split up, and he had all the right in the world to be with whoever he wanted? Had he wanted to drag that possessive side out of his boyfriend, and done it in the worst way he could think of?

He kind of wished Katsuki would yell. He felt like he could handle that better.

"I don't know," he answered honestly, running his hand down his face. "I don't know what I was thinking or what I was doing. He was just there, all blushy, so close. And I just got this feeling like 'he wants to kiss me', so I kissed him. But I don't ... I don't know why I kept kissing him."
 
He thought he'd somehow rationalize it better if Shoto explained it to him but the explanation was even worse. All signs just seemed to point to the possibility of Shoto liking Izuku and Katsuki just... couldn't handle it. There was jealousy, anger, and just... a lot of hurt, that he wasn't good enough again, and worst of all, it had to be Deku.

Drunk Katsuki was more confident, willing to stake his claim on his boyfriend in the most primitive way he knew how, but sober, Katsuki was a mess when it came to Shoto.

"Fuck..." he whispered quietly, dropping his head into his hand that combed back, grabbing his blond hair by the roots. He yelled out a louder "FUCK!" and swung at something, a cup, off the coffee table and sent it shattering against the wall.

"Why the fuck did it have to be him!" he seethed, more to himself than anything else.
 
Shoto'd been wrong. He didn't handle the anger better. He jumped when the cup shattered and shrank into himself a bit. The nausea he felt now wasn't from the alcohol. It was from guilt.

He tried to tell himself he hadn't cheated if they'd done it together, but it felt like cheating. Because he didn't have a good reason or excuse. Because if he'd wanted a threesome, he could have just asked. Why didn't he just ask?

"I'm sorry," he said, and he really was. "I don't ... I don't like him. I think he's cute, I always have, but I don't want to ... I love you. I ..."

Shoto sat up and leaned forward, keeping the blankets around his waist. He reached out for Katsuki, but didn't actually know if he wanted to be touched, so he sat his hand down instead. "I want to do the whole rest of my life thing with you. I don't know why ... I don't know why I didn't just talk to you if I wanted to do something different in the bedroom. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe I'm just stupid. I don't know. But it's not him, Katsuki. It's you. If you ... if I ..."

He can't say it. If Katsuki wanted to leave him, he had every right. But he couldn't say it.
 
Shoto didn't like Izuku. Shoto didn't like Izuku. No matter how many times Shoto or he told himself that, he just still felt so shitty. He had partly himself to blame for allowing it to happen at all. When he'd been drunk, he'd just wanted to stake his claim on Shoto in the most physical way he knew how but even then he'd just been trying to prove a point.

"If it isn't him, why is it always him?" Katsuki asked. "Why is it always fucking Deku, why does he get everything, why does that damn nerd take everything I fucking like?!" First All Might, now Shoto. Why was Deku just always... better, always somehow more appealing, no matter what Katsuki did? Was he not fucking Shoto right? Did he not love him the way he wanted?

Now that he was thinking a bit more clearly he just kept remembering how the two had just been kissing on the couch while Katsuki had been blissfully unaware, distracted by friends.

"Fuck, Shoto," he whispered, dropping his head into both hands, shoulders sulking in defeat. He was trying desperately not to cry. He'd already been cheated on, the least he could do was not cry like a bitch.
 
He didn't know what to do. He was always the one breaking them. He'd broken Katsuki's heart not once, but twice. And why? What for? Had the sex been worth it? He couldn't even remember it.

He moved again, instinct saying to wrap Katsuki into his arms. But if Shoto was the one who had hurt him, why would he want comfort from him.

Everyone thought Katsuki was the one that caused pain, but they were wrong. It was him. It was always him.

Things had been so good. They loved each other. They had a career planned out. They'd survived the Nomu attack. Why had he ruined it. Why had -

The answer hit him like a brick to the gut. Because the truth was, once things got good, the other shoe dropped. His childhood had been filled with things promising he'd never have what he wanted. Never be okay. Never be happy.

When nothing else ruined them, he did it himself. Twice. He'd pulled his own heart out and stomped on it twice. And Katsuki's. And now Midoriya's.

"Oh," he whispered. "I'm so fucked up."
 
The shitty thing about this was that he couldn't just beat Izuku up and call it a day. He couldn't even hurt Shoto and expect the pain to ebb because matters of the heart weren't meant to be solved with fists. He didn't know how to just... stop hurting. It felt like the anger was boiling but there was no outlet, no way but the tears that threatened to flow.

"The hell did I do wrong, what don't I have, what am I not saying?!" he yelled. For Shoto to break up with him once, then cheat on him the second time, had to mean he just wasn't... enough. Katsuki might not be enough, but he sure as hell wasn't a quitter.

Crazy as it was, he didn't want to break up with Shoto. He could very well walk out on him right now, turn off the switch on his emotions and show Shoto what real apathy was, but he didn't want to.

God, he fucking loved him.

He took Shoto's hand, and pressed a kiss to his palm, steadying his breaths into it, trying to refocus and calm down.

"I'm not..." he swallowed. "I'm not giving up on you, idiot. I-I'm not giving up on us."
 
Katsuki didn't cry, but Shoto did. The tears hit him by surprise, and he finally gave in and crossed the distance between them, cupping his boyfriends face. "You didn't do anything wrong, baby. It wasn't you. It was me. I did this. I broke us. I - I'll get some help. I'll stop being this way."



He'd spent so much of his life trying not to be his father, he hadn't even realized that he'd become the worst part of his mother. Lashing out at the people who loved them most when they couldn't ease their own pain.



"I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry I've done this to you twice. I'm so sorry that I decided I didn't deserve you without telling you. I'm so sorry that I decided hurting you was the way to deal with that."



And he'd just promised to start talking about the shit that went on in his head, too.
 
Katsuki didn't want to hurt Shoto. Maybe it was to prove to himself that he could solve things without violence, that he wasn't as prickly and incapable of a gentler kind of love. Maybe he just wanted to protect Shoto because his boyfriend had suffered enough with a shitty family.

When Shoto started crying, his instinctive reaction was to slip off the couch and just hold him, like his arms would keep Shoto from falling apart.

"Stop apologizing, idiot!" he growled. "I'm not... I'm not some weak bitch you can take pity on, don't... don't treat me like some kicked dog, I don't want to hear it..." He didn't want to be told sorry. He didn't want to feel like the poor guy that'd been broken up with, or cheated on. Winners probably kept their boyfriends.
 
He didn't know what to do. He ruined things, constantly, and walked away from them. But he didn't want to walk away from Katsuki. He didn't want to keep hurting him either. But he didn't know how to fix it.

He had to stop crying, because when he was weak, Katsuki got protective. And this wasn't about him. This wasn't something he was supposed to feel better about.

"Okay," he said, trying to choke back his tears. God, how had he fucked up this much. "Okay, okay I'll stop. What ... what do you ... what do you need me to do, to fix this?"
 
Katsuki wordlessly wiped away Shoto's tears because strangely it hurt him more to see them than to consider his own pain. He could just spread his chest and soldier on.

"I'm..." he swallowed. "I need some time." To trust Shoto again, that was. To just, stop himself from feeling anxious or insecure whenever Deku was around, flirting with Shoto. "Just don't fucking do it again. If you want a threesome, just... just say it."

If Shoto did something like this again, Katsuki didn't know if he'd still stay. It was one thing to be a quitter, another to just be blind.
 
"Okay," Shoto said again, swallowing down the rest of his need to cry. He forced himself to cut the water works off because he had to. He sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

He'd promised to stop keeping everything in his head, and he'd broken that promise like he'd was trying to burn down a bridge. He wanted to say he was sorry again, but he knew Katsuki didn't want to hear it.

Time. Time for what. What did he need to do, during all that time.

"Do you want ... do you want me to stay in the bedroom for awhile? Or ... or somewhere else? Do you need space or just ..." he swallowed thickly. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
 
The thing was that he didn't want Shoto walking on eggshells around him either. It would be counterproductive, and they would just be awkward around each other, both tiptoeing around that scandal.

Katsuki just wanted things to be normal around them, but it was true that he still needed time. Maybe even some space to really process his emotions without Shoto constantly there as his kryptonite.

"A week," he said. "I'm going to ask Shitty Hair to switch with me for a week." He'd have to room with Deku, then, but that gave him time to deal with Izuku man-to-man. He trusted Kirishima with Shoto. He also knew that as his... friend, that Kirishima would take care of Shoto when he got into his moods too.
 
Shoto was on his way to agreeing when he realized who Kirishima's roommate was, and he froze.

"Are you sure you want to ... are you sure?" He asked. Not about him leaving. As much as that made his stomach twist, he knew it was smart. He knew Katsuki would focus so much on taking care of Shoto, he'd forget to take care of himself.

But to put Katsuki and Midoriya in a room together sounded like a bad idea on a good day, much less after all of this. He wasn't entirely sure they wouldn't break the dorm apart fighting.
 
"You think I'm just gonna let that punk go after he fucking kissed my boyfriend?" he growled. He wasn't going to do anything stupid like get himself expelled but he was going to make that week hell for Izuku. Knowing Izuku, he knew Midoriya would be feeling guilty about this too and would subject himself to the discomfort of having Katsuki as his roommate.

"Gonna haunt his motherfucking ass for a week, breathe down his neck and make sure he fucking knows what he did," he mumbled, getting up to head to the shower. "Oi, get up and wash. Your breath smells like dick."
 
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