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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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The way Bakugou was nicer than Todoroki in this oh my god😳😳😳

Only Wolves Can Find You || Yandere!Katsuki Bakugou x reader x Yandere!Shouto Todoroki

Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, polyamory, m/m, m/m/f, dubcon, kidnapping, NSFW, dark content, non-consensual double penetration, mentions of drugging, violence, delusional behavior, fear, aged up characters (18+. Minors DNI)

WC: 10k

‼️Physical descriptors for the reader‼️: fem!reader, hair that’s long enough to be pulled

A/N: this was requested by a doll who wishes to remain anonymous. But we spent a bit of time messaging back and forth about everything they wanted to see in the fic. I don’t usually write character x character sex scenes, but I do love me some TodoBaku, so this was a pleasure to write. If you wish to skip the m x m scene, look for the red time-skip line!

Do NOT repost or use my work on any media cites without my permission!

This was one of Bakugou’s favorite positions: Todoroki with his back arched, both hands white-knuckling the columns of the wooden bedpost while he forcefully pressed down on his whiny partner’s lower back. He liked to watch his cock disappear and reappear into Todoroki’s lubricated hole as he continued to ram into him. Nothing but heady breathing, the sound of skin patting against skin, and the lewd, wet sounds from Bakugou’s rapid pace reverberated around the room. Really, he treasured it.

Bakugou could’ve prepared Todoroki a little better, but he liked hearing his other half curse every now-and-again. Whenever he got hurt, the half-n-half bastard turned his head to shoot an ice-cold glare back at him. It was maddening when he was just a little pissed—brows tented, lips curled, so easy to tease. Bakugou’s little snowflake. His feux-angel. His poisonous love.

“What’s with the face?” Bakugou grunted while reaching around the other’s body to grasp his still-flaccid dick. “Don’tcha like having me stretch you out? Like feeling my big fat cock fill your tight fuckin’ hole?”

Todoroki’s dick jumped at that, so Bakugou began stroking him. He really was too easy. Always incredibly responsive to anything obscene Bakugou said. “‘Course you like it,” he continued, groping tighter. “You’ll always be my little masochist, huh?”

Sado-masochist, really, thought Bakugou darkly. When he’s in a bad mood.

“Katsuki,” Todoroki groaned, grabbing onto Bakugou’s wrist to make sure he kept his pace.

“That’s my name,” said Bakugou, feeling his balls start to ache. There was almost nothin’ like hearing Shouto pathetically whimper his name. “Whaddya want?”

A hiss escaped through Todoroki’s teeth as Bakugou rocked his hips against his ass. He gave it a hard slap, urging, “thought I asked you a question.”

“I—ngh—shit! I saw her today.” Todoroki started to pant, and Bakugou could feel him growing firmer in the palm of his hand. “Wasn’t even looking for her. She appeared to me.”

Feeling tension knot in his shoulders, Bakugou asked “who?”—though he had a good inclination as to who she could be.

“You know who.” Todoroki’s hands slid from down the bedpost onto the mattress, making his ass push more firmly against Bakugou pelvis. He moaned loudly as Bakugou pushed himself to his hilt. Christ he was like a cat in heat—sleek and flexible, and oh-so ready to take all of him. “She was—hah—wearing a cute parka.”

“Tsk. Okay?” Whatever kind of winter coat she was wearing didn’t matter much to Bakugou. Whether or not Todoroki did anything weird to her was what concerned him.

“Mmmph. I was…so jealous…”

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou said, “I can buy you whatever parka you want tomorrow.”

“Idiot, no. I wasn’t jealous of her for wearing a parka.” His grip tightened around Bakugou’s wrist. “I wanted to be the parka. It gets to hug her—aha—keep her warm. Stay close.”

“You’re a fuckin’ creep, you know that?” Bakugou’s thumb rubbed circles around Todoroki’s sensitive head. He used his precum to rub him down his shaft. Todoroki’s back was sweltering when Bakugou leaned against it, pushing his lips against his ear to let his gravelly whisper send shivers down his spine. “What kinda panties was she wearing?”

“I don’t know. It was cold. She was wearing pants…”

“Use your imagination, moron. Like what do you think she had on?” He felt Todoroki begin to pulse at the thought, so Bakugou continued to list different fabrics: Cotton, nylon, lace…

“That one! Lace…”

“What color?” Bakugou started pumping faster, picturing the flimsy panties he’d seen before, remembering how easy they were to pull to the side, how harshly they’d snap against her beautiful skin. Memories swirled around his mind and the more he buried himself in Todoroki’s ass, the more vivid they became. Memories of her: sneaking winks, touching fingers, stealing kisses. Her, moaning…crying…begging. How she came into his life like an upheaval of fire and passion. How she’d left with only ash and desolation in her wake. The thought infuriated him, making him grind against Todoroki harder, faster, and more brutal.

“White…no, fuck shitshitfuck. Kat!” Todoroki started to keen, the sound sweet and sultry. He was close, so Bakugou tried to yank his hand back before he got burned, but Todoroki’s grip was vice, his fingers already warming up. “Light blue. Delicate lace fabric. Fuck, I could smell her. Hear her. God…”

There wasn’t much he could do when Bakugou felt his skin burning. Really, all he could do was curse, focus on the tension building up in his groin, and slam his hips into Todoroki’s ass, fucking him raw until he came fast and hard inside the fucker’s asshole. A little payback, but by the way half-n-half groaned, letting out his own release, he didn’t seem to mind much.

Bakugou pushed Todoroki over, letting the heaving jagoff fall to his side. He extended his arm out, showing off the brand-stinkin’-new injury wrapped around his wrist. “You burned me again, dummy.”

Unsurprisingly, Todoroki didn’t apologize. Instead, he lifted his right hand up and began exerting his ice quirk. Bakugou reluctantly pressed his wrist to the cold, exhaling with a bit of relief. He watched Todoroki lay back, sleek with sweat, residual cum pooling around his navel. He looked dazed and content, unlike Bakugou whose mind was whirling.

He tried to not think about her. He tried telling himself that he was happy with only Shouto by his side. He tried believing all of his lies, but even then, knowing that she was out there, knowing that she was living a life that didn’t involve either of them, knowing she’d gotten away with screwing them both over—it burned Bakugou down to his marrow.

“So…” Bakugou started. “Blue lace panties. Really? I’d prefer black or red.”

“You can wear whatever color panties you want, baby.” Todoroki snickered, far too proud of himself. “But she’d wear something light and innocent. Perfect for me.”

Bakugou pushed his palm against Todoroki’s face. It was mostly playful, but he could admit to himself that this icy-hot bastard was pissing him off. “Spoiled brat. What about me, huh? You know she liked me better. And I’d hardly say she’s innocent.”

One of Todoroki’s eyes opened, grey iris peering at Bakugou. He let out a lackadaisical, “har.” Then turned, pulling Bakugou’s injured arm around his body. He smelled like sweat and spearmint, and when Bakugou pressed his lips into the nape of his neck, inhaling deeper, he found a hint of Moroccan oil.

“Are you wearing my hair gel, lil shit?” Bakugou bit down on his neck, sucking roughly. Todoroki gasped, but didn’t try to get away. His fingers grasped the sheets, hips bucking, mouth parting. Bakugou lapped at his bite mark, then growled, “you planning on going somewhere tonight? Without telling me?”

“You’re such a brute.”

“Says the asshole who nearly singed my skin off. Now answer the question.”

“I want her,” Todoroki crooned, squeezing his eyes shut. He’d sworn dozens of times that he wasn’t the spoiled prince that Bakugou always said he was, but whenever he got like this, Bakugou had to insist otherwise. “I mean - fuck. You have no idea what seeing her did to me, Katsuki. I saw her, and I could’ve—I could’ve—“

“You’re gonna lose your job,” Bakugou warned. “Get us both in trouble.”

“She’s worth it.” Todoroki turned to face him. His expression was shining so bright it could burn a hole right through Bakugou’s eyes. “You want her too. Don’t lie.”

Of course Bakugou wanted her. He always did, and he thought he always would. She was the reason he and Todoroki got together to begin with. The three of them together would have been perfect, if it hadn’t been with all the dramatic bullshit that caused her to run and hide.

‘I’m your girl,’ she’d whispered to him on one of the last nights Bakugou had spent alone with her. They’d been dancing. She’d been drinking. And she tasted like coconut rum and cherry chapstick.

To this day, he wouldn’t let himself believe she was lying.

She was just too afraid of a good thing, Bakugou thought, because there’d be no other reason for her to leave. Or maybe too afraid of him.

Too afraid of Shouto.

Gently, Bakugou swept his boyfriend’s bangs to the side, allowing the sweat collected there to keep his hair parted. “If you’re gonna be her parka, I’ll be her panties. Red ones.”

Todoroki scoffed. “And you call me the creep.”

“I can’t hear you,” Bakugou chuckled. “I’m panties.”

After a kiss, silence fell over the two. It was the type of tense silence that happened when one person was doing some critical thinking, while the other, eager to hear what they’d say with bated anticipation. Growing impatient, Bakugou asked, “what would you do with her here? Love her? Spoil her?” He swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what Todoroki’s love entailed. “Hurt her?”

The answer to all of the above would be yes, though Bakugou knew Todoroki would never admit it. Guilt crawled up his spine and settled on his shoulders, but there was something else there too. A spark. A bit of excitement. Something Bakugou hadn’t felt in a very long time. It had to mean something. It had to be a sign that, together, they should take action.

“I think it’s about time we take a vacation.”

“No!! NOO!!!”

By the time the door closes, locking away the snow-sodden outdoors and the only chance at escape, you know fighting is hopeless. That doesn’t stop you from thrashing around in Katsuki Bakugou’s tight embrace. You’re both wearing snow jackets, so even when you scratch at his arms and torso, it’s completely futile. It probably would’ve been something he’d laugh at, if he hadn’t been tracking you down in the middle of the night at below freezing levels.

The cabin seems warmer than it had been when you’d left, which is almost a comforting change of pace. The fireplace is alive and crackling - a tempting amendment. Originally you’d assumed that they had been keeping the place cooler so you’d be in desperate need of warmth, with nowhere to turn but their bed. They’d been wrong about that. However, they had nothing to compensate for once you got out, and must’ve known how cold you’d be once they got you back. If they got you back. Overconfident bastards.

“Is she okay? Is she injured?” Shouto Todoroki asks from the kitchen doorway. He’s wearing a winter coat over nothing but pajama shorts. He must have been unsure if he needed to go out with Katsuki to find you, but since the jacket is open and he’s now holding a tea kettle in his hand, he probably had faith that his partner had no issue playing the warden.

“Dunno yet,” Katsuki says over your snarls. Hitting his chest does more damage to you than it does him - your fingers are icy and they pang whenever they make contact with his jacket. If anything, you’re just annoying him, because all he does to defend himself is toss you up and over his shoulders so half of your body dangles behind his back. “Found her in some trench, shakin’ like a chihuahua. If anything, she’s got frostbite. Wasn’t wearing gloves.”

“Didn't we make it clear that there isn’t another safe place to stay for miles? What was she thinking?”

“What matters is getting her warm,” Katsuki growls as you begin clawing at the bottom of his coat. He moves over to the couch, allows your head and back to touch the cushion, then drops the rest of your body down so that you land safely. “You make tea?”

“I was going to, but then I thought”—Shouto stammers, looking from you to the kettle and back into the kitchen—“I thought that when you brought her back, if she got her hands on the kettle, she might—“

There’s a clear path from the couch to the door. Katsuki’s eyes are on Shouto while the latter is distracted. You make your move, throwing your feet on the ground, then screech as soon as you put pressure on your left ankle. You tumble down onto the floor, caught between the door and Katsuki.

They both look at you like you’re pathetic. Hell, they might be right, considering all the teeth chattering and, more importantly, your second failed escape attempt.

“It’s her ankle,” Shouto says.

“Yeah, no shit.” Katsuki crouches down and reaches an arm out to your foot. “Lemme see.”

“No!” You scramble back, hitting your back against the door. It’s clear that you’re not going to be able to get away tonight, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to let either of these two touch you.

“At least take your damn pants off. You’re gonna catch a cold if you wear wet clothes all night.” When you scoff, Katsuki turns to Shouto and says, “I need to see if it’s a sprain or if she just rolled it. Get me the big scissors.”

Once Shouto retrieves the big scissors, he takes a knee besides Katsuki and hands them to him. When you swing an arm out, Shouto catches you by the wrist, and with some maneuvering, has you in his lap with your hands pinned behind your back. He holds you a little too tightly, as if he doesn’t realize that he doesn’t need to exert all that much energy to take you down in a fight.

“This brings back memories,” says Shouto, his warm breath fanning your ear. He pulls your arms tighter, making you hiss as your body slumps against him. You cringe when Katsuki grabs hold of your leg, but you don’t squirm anymore. They are trying to take care of you. For now.

“Don’t you remember?” Shouto asks, his voice dropping to a low purr. “We were all in Okinawa a year and a half ago. You spent the night dancing with half a dozen different guys because you knew we’d be watching. But you knew you’d end up in bed with one of us, isn’t that right? You just weren’t expecting it to be both of us.”

Oddly enough, Katsuki looks up to Shouto and cracks a smile. He begins stripping out of his coat.

“Wasn’t she so excited, Kat?” Shouto continues. “She didn’t think we’d work on an agreement so easily. I still remember the sound she made when we both kissed her neck - how she purred when both of her hands slipped down her waist and around her back…”

Warmth spreads across your body. You’re unsure if that has anything to do with Shouto’s quirk, if he’s even using it, or if he managed to get you flustered from the distant memory. Still, the chills you feel don’t yet subside.

Shouto presses his lips on your temple and murmurs, “I’m still so sad that I never got to taste your pussy. Kat did, though. Right in front of me. How unfair.”

Your skin crawls. It’s true that you’d lead them both on - that you’d toyed with them, and you’d drank every ounce of attention you’d gotten from them up with pleasure. However, that little bit of fun hadn’t been worth having Shouto Todoroki prowl after you, watching your every movie. Neither had it been worth it to have Katsuki’s scrutiny for that matter, though he made his stalking tendencies less conspicuous—less creepy. It’d been clear who of the two had been better socialized. It’d been clear who of the two had been more unhinged. And after you uncovered poor Shouto’s true nature - the man behind the mask - you’d wanted nothing to do with him. After Katsuki had been more than a little accepting of that side of Shouto - encouraging even - you’d wanted nothing to do with either of them.

Katsuki harrumphs and begins cutting up your snow pants. You don’t kick because you actually don’t want to get spliced, and waves of pain are already shooting from your ankle, but you do manage to bark, “y-your gonna c-cut my j-jeans!”

“That doesn’t seem to be an important matter right now, does it?” Asks Shouto. He nuzzles his cheek against yours, and a different kind of chill runs down your spine.

“Ssstop!” You yell at both of them, but the chattering of your teeth makes the command sound harmless. At this moment, you wish you were terrifying - you wish you were something to be trifled with. But you’re not. You’re just some silly girl who fucked around with the wrong men.

“I’m bein’ careful.” Katsuki cuts a fine line all the way up your thigh, then spreads your broken pants apart. Your jeans are intact, but they are dark from the melting snow and now plaster to your legs.

“Why stop there?” Asks Shouto, shifting in place a bit. “They’re going to come off eventually.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but stays compliant with his partner, absolutely destroying what’s left of your pants. You sit in stoic silence as he takes your shoes off, then rolls up your wet jeans.

“Not very swollen at all,” he says after taking a close look at your ankle. He presses a thumb against the small ball that’s appeared at the top of your foot. Though you wince a bit, the pain isn’t too bad. “No bruises. Looks like she just rolled it. Once we get her warmed up and give her some pain reliever, she’ll be fine.”

“That’s too bad.” Shouto releases your wrists, but moves his hands around your waist, hugging you to him. It would almost be a childish gesture, if he weren’t absolutely smothering you. “If she were any more injured, she wouldn’t be able to run again any time soon.”

Shouto’s fingers begin to play with the zipper of your jacket. Katsuki reaches up and unzips it for him, and they both work to get you to wriggle you out of it. In the next second, Katsuki throws the jacket away with a blast, sending down-feathers sprinkling around the firelit room.

“She’s not gonna run if she doesn’t have any warm clothes to go out in. She’s not that dumb.”

You make a face at Katsuki. He ignores you.

“I still think we should take extra precautions. Besides, let’s say she broke her leg. She’d need to fully depend on us for - well, anything really.” Shouto squeezes you more snugly up against him. You hiss in discomfort. “How does that sound to you, hmm? I think it’s a suitable punishment for what you just put us through.”

“Hey. Fuck off with that.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that you think running away is acceptable behavior for her.”

Katsuki begins wrapping your ankle up in gauze. “I don’t, but I know that she’s cold and wet, and having you here threatenin’ her doesn’t do any of us any good.”

“Aww, she’s shaking.” Shouto kisses the junction between your neck and shoulders, while his hands travel up and down your torso. Soon his fingers creep up to your collarbone, then your jaw, until they’re gently rubbing at your bottom lip. “Do you think she’s that cold or do you think I’ve frightened her? You know, you wouldn’t have to be scared if only you’d—“

Without thinking, you bite down on the carpal side of Shouto’s hand. When he recoils, you shoot out of his lap, but Katsuki immediately pulls you up against him. It’s like the three of you are playing a game of monkey in the middle, where you’re both the monkey and the toy, and you’re losing all the same.

“Animal,” Shouto spits the word like it’s an insult, but you can’t help but feel a little smug at the scathing glare he gives you. At least, until his next command. “Give me the scissors.”

“What the fuck? No.” Katsuki moves the scissors behind him, away from Shouto, and by extension, away from you. You don’t realize your slump a bit until Katsuki squeezes you, as if he’s telling you to get it together. To Shouto, he says, “you’re not hurting her. Not tonight, at least.”

“She needs to learn!” Barks Shouto, rising to his feet. Fear pushes you closer to Katsuki, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the other. “Honestly, I thought we’d be in this together, but look at you two! How selfish can you be?!”

Without any ceremony, Shouto laces his fingers into your hair, and pulls your head back so your neck extends away from Katsuki, and you have no choice but to stare at him.

“Aaa! Stop! Stop please!” You yelp, dismayed that some hair pulling is all he needs to get you pleading. You sort of expect Katsuki to stop him, to do anything to lessen this pain, but all he does is curl his fingers protectively, or perhaps, possessively around your waist. There’s a stiffening beneath you, as if Katsuki’s getting hard from this display. No, it’s not as if—by the way his thumbs move circles around your hips and up your stomach, you can tell that he’s definitely turned on. As embarrassing as it is, there’s a croon in your voice as you sigh, “please…I’ll be…I’ll be…”

What was it you were about to say? Good? Compliant? Submissive? You let your words hang there, unfinished, but meaningful all the same.

Shouto crouches down, moving his hand to the hollow of your neck. He squeezes as his nose pushes against your ear, nestling your hair away when he softly asks, “you’ll be what?”

All you can do is choke. You’re locked, suffocating between your two captors. When Katsuki sees this, he finally quits rubbing your stomach, gently guides you to the floor, and puts a hand on Shouto’s arm.

“That’s enough,” Katsuki says to Shouto with some finality. “It’s time you get to bed. You’re grumpy.”

“If you could refrain from calling me grumpy when I’m in the middle of reprimanding our girlfriend, that would be appreciated.” Each word Shouto dishes out is clipped, especially when he enunciates the word ‘girlfriend.’ It makes you want to spit, but you don’t since he eases his hold off your throat.

“If you scare her too much too soon, she’s not ever gonna be”—Katsuki’s eyes flash from Shouto to you and back to Shouto—“cooperative…”

“If we don’t punish her when she does something wrong, she’s always going to continue to be a brat. You know that, right?” Shouto finally releases you and slump to the floor, tears from either stress or lack of air burning your lower lashes.

“I’ll talk to her,” Katsuki says, eyeing you, making sure you stay in your place.

Shouto scoffs. “Ever the voice of reason,” he drawls sardonically.

“Sure is saying something.” Katsuki reaches out to Shouto and yanks him forward, pulling him into a forceful kiss. You don’t realize you’re gawking until Shouto opens his eyes to watch you watching them, and he makes a point to groan into the kiss, drinking Katsuki in. Heat rushes towards your cheeks. It’s a terrible feeling - hating them, and liking what you see all the same. It’s enough to make you avert your gaze out of shame or embarrassment. It’s all the same.

By nothing short of a miracle, Katsuki gets Shouto to go to their room on his own. Not before Shouto makes a comment about how Katsuki owes him later, but he’s out of your sight, and that might be all that matters. Then again, it’s easy to forget that even though one of them is more deadly than the other, there are still two sharks in the water.

A snap takes your attention away from the inviting-looking fireplace, back to Katsuki’s perturbed scowl. He points down and says, “pants off.”

“Fuck you.” You say it like you’re calling someone out for telling some bullshit story. Luckily enough, he takes it similarly.

“Not without him. Then we’ll both be in the doghouse.” He snaps his fingers again, then says more firmly, “off.”

“Bite me!”

Katsuki’s lips twitch into a mockery of a smile. “Now, that I can do.”

In three seconds flat, he’s on you, fingers hooked through the belt loops on your jeans, mouth daringly close to your neck. You’re straining to scream, to kick him off of you, to wrestle out of his embrace, but it’s a fruitless endeavor. He’s ten times stronger than you even when you’re not injured or freezing. So you turn back to negotiating.

“Fine! Okay! I’ll do it!” Your chest rubs against his as he just barely scrapes his teeth against your neck. It’s obvious he’s debating on whether he should continue, whether he should ignore your resolve and take what he wants. You did tell him to bite you. What more could you expect? But when you say, “it’s to get me warm, right? Don’t want me to catch a cold?”—he eases off.

After Katsuki grants you a little bit of leeway, you wriggle out from underneath him, closer to the fire. His cheeks are dark, flushed from the hasty decision to tackle you, and his eyes curve down your body as you reach down to undo your front button. The asshole even licks his lips.

“I’m keeping my shirt on,” you say as you push your jeans down. They cling to your chilled skin, so it’s a little hard to get them all the way down. Katsuki probably enjoys the struggle.

“Fine. Stay wet.” And then, when your jeans are at your ankles he curses. “You chose the blue panties?! Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?!”

“Don’t look! Pervert!” You push back and kick what’s left of your jeans off, managing to swipe him across the face. You don’t even mind the slight throbbing in your left ankle. Seeing his agitated expression makes it all worth it.

“You really are an idiot, you know that?” Katsuki asks as you scoot onto the rug next to the fire. There’s a cage around the flame, so it’s not like you can reach in and throw any embers at his face. Even then, doing something like that would be futile, since you really can’t run with your coat blown to bits and your pants cut up. But the warmth feels good, so you allow yourself to enjoy it.

“Because I’m wearing blue underwear?” You ask with a roll of your eyes.

“Looks like you’ve gained back the ability to speak. No more of that screechin’.” Katsuki reaches behind himself and pulls his wet shirt off, and you find yourself averting your gaze for the second time tonight. It’s the heat from the fire that makes your cheeks burn now though. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

“I never screech,” you murmur, suddenly very invested in watching the way the orange-yellow flames lick the chimney walls.

“Sure you don’t.” He takes a seat next to you on the rug, smirking at you, then glaring at the flames. “Don’tcha know there are wolves out there? I was afraid I’d find your corpse with a pup gnawing at your ankle.”

“I’ll take the wolves over you any day,” you shoot back, shaking away the brutal image. Before Shouto and Katsuki got all lovey-dovey, it sort of felt like they were two dogs playing tug-of-war over your body. You thought it was entertaining back then. Enticing, even. Now you think you’re more partial to cats.

“Don’t think I won’t toss you right back out into the snow.”

“You won’t.”

“Oh no?” He tilts his chin, eyeing you much too playfully. Too comfortable. He should know that you are not on comfortable terms.

“Nope.” You fold your arms across your chest. Melted snow rolls down your stomach. You stifle a shudder. “Know why?”

“Why?” He leans in closer, like you’re going to tell him a secret. And maybe you are. Maybe he doesn’t know. All you know is that he won’t be so playful after he hears this.

“You’re afraid of him.”

The words hang there in the silence, only cut off by the hissing pressure of a log about to burst. There’s a pop! and you jump from the sudden disruption, while Katsuki hangs back on his elbows unperturbed. In this light, you can clearly see the scars—the burn marks littering his body. They’re all over his arms, and even some on his chest. All of them, though faint, form a shape similar to a left handprint.

“I ain’t afraid of him,” he says after a moment.

“Bull.”

“I’m not,” he enunciates. “He might be a jackass, but I can handle him. You, on the other hand—“

“You can’t handle me?” You snort.

“You should be afraid of him,” he says grimly. “Believe it or not, he’s not trying to scare anybody. But he’s not playing around, either. If you don’t stop acting like a stuck-up bitch, he’s going to hurt you. He wants to hurt you. And I’m afraid that I’d—“

“Let him?” You ask. He doesn’t answer you, so that’s how you know it’s true. “That’s sick.”

The front of your shirt begins to wrinkle. It’s uncomfortable, so you start wringing it out, letting the ice cold water fall to your warming thighs. Crimson eyes land on the droplets on your thighs. They blink once. Twice. And Katsuki says, “I want you here just as badly as he does, if not more.”

“So I’ll be punished because I’m not grateful for being kidnapped? Taken away from my entire life, all because I walked out on two guys who”—you bark out a cynical laugh—“who found love in each other, but were too selfish to let go of a stuck-up bitch who left them over a year ago?! You know, it’s funny. I always thought you’d be the asshole, but now I really can’t decide which of you is worse!”

“I am the asshole. Icy-Hot’s just—“

“Unhinged?” You offer. Then, because your shirt is tightening around your stomach, and you don’t want to chafe, you finally rid yourself of it, tossing it off to the side. “Yeah, I got that.”

Turning so your back is facing the fire, you lay down on the rug, keeping your arms against your stomach. Katsuki scopes you out, like you knew he would, and you don’t shy away from his gaze. In fact, you stretch your body out, knowing full-well that you’re giving something to look at. You want to know how far Katsuki is willing to go while staying out of the doghouse, as he puts it. You can admit that you’re attracted to him; to beat that, you can admit that you’re willing to disrupt his and Shouto’s relationship if it means leading up to a possible, better-structured escape plan for the future.

The lace material of your bra is light, so it’s easy to tell when your nipples pop from the cold, hardening more from the intensity of his stare. He places a hand on your stomach, slowly guiding it up to where your arm rests. He pets you for a few seconds, and you let him, allowing yourself to enjoy the luxury of his touch. It sends goosebumps rocketing through your body. You don’t mind it. But when his free hand slides into the crook of your neck, you lift a brow.

“Thought you didn’t want to get in trouble,” you say as a way to mock him; at the same time, you’re trying to control your breathing as he leans in closer. Idle fingers begin moving lower, lower, lower until they are at your waistline. You grab his wrist to stop, second-guessing whether you like your ‘disruption’ plan or not.

His skin is hot - hotter than the fire, hotter than you can bear. His lips, so close to yours, curve into that smirk - the one you hate - the one you used to love feeling against your skin. Cinnamon breath dances across your skin as he whispers, “thought you were smarter than this.”

“Why? Because I’m not being submissive? Because I think this is fucked? Or because I ran away from you?”

Despite tightening your hold around his wrist, Katsuki continues to roam your body. His fingers slip between your thighs, and you gasp, pelvis lifting to follow his touch. “You and I both know that was stupid.”

Finger pads slide up and down your quickly dampening slit. The air grows heady, turbulent with need and fear and…want. That’s the thing. You want his fingers, his heat, his stupid cinnamon breath. What’s worse is that he knows. He always knows. And you hate him more for it.

“Maybe I just wanted to piss you off,” you breathe unsteadily, reaching around to grab a fistful of his spiky hair.

“Mission accomplished.” He follows your breath and chases it with a kiss. It’s deep - a mess of teeth clashing, tongues stroking against tongues, a struggle for air. The fine edges of your nails dig little crescent moons into the flesh of Katsuki’s taught back, all before dragging them down, leaving behind angry red streaks. He groans low into your mouth before biting down on your lower lip, before dropping his head down to nibble on your neck.

You let out a verbal sigh as you weave your fingers in and out of his hair. He licks a wet strip from your neck, and chuckles into your ear.

“Fuck. I missed that. Hearing you moan.” He kisses your earlobe. “Greatest sound in the world.”

Something deep inside you melts, and it has nothing to do with the fire. It’s worse than that. You say, “that’s gross.”

He laughs. Again. Then moves his kisses over to your jaw before leveling his head over yours. The corners of his mouth are lifted, but not in the same smirky way that you’ve grown accustomed to. It looks wrong on him. Wrong for what he is: a monster.

“Stop smiling.”

“How can I stop smiling when you’re so pretty?” His lips travel down the valley of your chest, stopping only to graze against the soft flesh there. Too tentative, too adoring. “So pretty.”

You have to remind yourself where you are and why you’re there. And what it might mean if you continue to…cooperate. So that’s why you push your back up off the floor and cry, “stop!”

Katsuki closes his palms around your knees, the smile vanished, his eyes sharp. Which is good, you think. Better than before. But when he pulls your knees apart and sees the effect he’s had on you, it returns.

“Stop what?” He asks as he crawls over you, and as you shrink away from him, he arrogantly adds, “I can’t imagine what I’m doing that’s so wrong.”

“Stop acting so casually. Or like this is something that it isn’t. Stop being so happy.”

“‘Course I’m happy,” he purrs against your lips. “You’re my girl.”

“I am not.” Hands stay stock-still against his chest, the only fragile barrier keeping him off - keeping those memories away. “You’re just…! You’re just—“

“Just what?”

“Just a warm body,” you spit, knowing it’s what you should say - what you should think. “It’s what you always were.”

“Is that right?” Tearing your hands away from his chest, Katsuki pins you back against the rug, crushing his weight against your body. That’s not all that’s crushing against you. His cock, hard and throbbing, presses down on your heat. You try not to give him any reaction but he reads you clear as day. “All I’m good for, huh? A good fuck?”

Knowing better, you say nothing. Which is clearly not good enough for King Katsuki, who begins slowly grinding against you. It would be better if he just tore your panties off and got it out of his system - out of both of your systems, because - fuck, you know how he does it and he’s always done it right.

“I could fuck you so good and make sure you like it. And yeah”—Katsuki nods towards his bedroom door—“he’ll be pissed. At both of us. But like I said, baby, I can handle him. You, on the other hand, he’s not looking to burn. He’s looking to maim. Know why?”

When he tilts it’s his head to the side you shake your own.

“Because here, you’re not just my girl,” he continues, “here, you’re our girl. And right now, Icy-Hot’s stewing in his soup. Sooner or later he’s gonna come out and play, and whether you’re willing to participate or not, it won’t matter to him. You owe him a pound of flesh. You’ve overstayed your welcome as a guest and now you’ve gotta pull your weight as a housemate.”

He doesn’t say mate mate, but the insinuation hangs there. And it’s time you realize with absolute lucidity that Shouto’s not the only one that’s crazy. Here, Katsuki isn’t your crutch. He’s more like a step on a ladder.

“Didn’t get the memo?�� You ask. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Leaving's not an option. We tried living without you and we can’t. So you’re either gonna be our girl or you’re going to be our pet.”

“What’s the difference?”

“If you’re our girl…I won’t let him hurt you. ‘Less you want it like that, princess.” Still smiling, he leans closer, voice lowering an octave. “Saw how you reacted to getting your hair pulled earlier. Y’know, we could work with that.”

You sigh, both from exhaustion and disbelief. And on top of that, your lip quivers. Because you don’t want to be maimed. You want to survive - fingers and toes intact. And Katsuki’s right. Right now, leaving isn’t an option. And if you don’t play this part, you won’t be going anywhere.

“Then,” you begin, closing your eyes and accepting your fate for tonight, “show me. If you know how to handle him, show me how to too.” You open your eyes to meet his victorious glare. “Show me how to play along.”

It’s not the hand at the small of your back that’s got your heart pounding. Nor is it from the adrenaline rush you’d gotten after your failed escape attempt. It’s the sound of a bedroom door closing, the footsteps approaching. It’s Shouto and his chilling stare. It’s him, drinking in your compromised appearance, standing in front of him in just your bra and underwear like you are. It’s what you’re about to do.

“Is there a problem?” Shouto asks Katsuki, though he’s still glowering at you. Katsuki guides you forward, providing support on your left side, since without him, you’d be hobbling, which would make this whole situation worse.

“Does it look like there’s a problem?” Katsuki asks a bit derisively. His hand slides down your back and gives your right cheek a little squeeze. Instead of reacting like you normally would - with rage - you jump a bit, then wince when you put too much pressure on your left foot. “She has something she wants to say.”

One white brow lifts. “I didn’t realize she was talking.”

You can practically hear the smirk in Katsuki’s voice when he says, “she doesn’t want to talk.”

Then, you’re sandwiched between them again - Katsuki behind you, keeping his hands steady on your hips, and Shouto, waiting patiently out in front of you, arms crossed, not looking any more pleased than he had when he left.

This is you cue to right your wrongs, if you can call them that. It’s more like your cue to keep yourself safe. To…alleviate the tension between the three of you. For now. And that’s what pushes you to raise your shaking hands to cup Shouto’s grim-looking face.

Innocent, you think as you trace your fingers along his jaw. That’s what Katsuki told you. Shouto sees you as this pure maidenlike girl, despite what he’s seen and what he knows. So that’s the role you’ll play. That’s what you keep in mind as you lift your head up and gently brush your lips across his, kissing him exactly how Katsuki showed you.

There’s a pensive pause after you pull away. You don’t move, because you’re waiting with baited breath to see his reaction, but that might help bite into the role you’re playing. Innocent girls are shy. They want to impress. And if you were an innocent girl, you certainly wouldn’t be wondering if he’ll slap you across the face and then bend you over, or he’ll do the slapping once he’s done with you.

Luckily for you, he doesn’t do either of these things. Instead he crooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking right at him, and asks, “is this your way of apologizing?”

Hesitantly, you nod, feeling a skip in your heartbeat. Katsuki brushes the back of his fingers up and down your sides, which eases some of your tension. You did fine, says his fingers to your skin, keep it up.

The tension snaps when Shouto lets out a long, suffering sigh, then laughs and pulls you against his body. He nestles his head into your hair, closing his arms around your back. You stifle a shudder when he clearly sniffs your hair.

“Was that really so hard?” Shouto asks as he begin rubbing your back.

Yes, you think, perturbed when Katsuki closes in behind you. It was excruciating.

“She’s been stressed,” Katsuki murmurs as he moves a strand of your hair away from your neck. He lightly kisses your skin before saying, “she was frightened, but she didn’t mean to act out.”

Heat rises in the back of your neck. It takes every ounce of your resolve not to lash out. But that would ruin everything.

“Well, she should know better.” Shouto pulls away to kiss your forehead. “She should…”

Disregarding the fact that they’re both still referring to you like you’re not there, or worse, like you really are a pet, you swallow your pride and whisper, “I’ve learned. It was a mistake and I’m sorry.”

"I never want her to be afraid, but I think my reaction to her leaving was necessary," Shouto says matter-of-factly, thumbs caressing your pert skin. "Even so, I don't want her to be scared, no. I want her to know that here she will be loved, cherished, and adored…"

"I think she knows that," Katsuki says with a smirk. "That's why she tried to leave."

But Shouto isn't finished.

"I want her to know that here, we can be happy." He drops to his knees and hugs you around your waist, rubbing his cheek against your belly like he's some sort of cat. "All of us."

"Then why don't you show her how happy you can make her," Katsuki prompts, rubbing your sore shoulders. "Just like you've always wanted to."

“I think…I will.” Shouto wraps his fingers around your waistband and pulls down. Though you squirm, Katsuki holds you still, kissing your neck with assurance. You close your eyes and pretend that these are different circumstances - like you're back in Okinawa, and you chose to be here, between them. It helps a little.

"Katsuki," you whine, the corner of your mouth quirking up in spite of yourself. He nibbles and sucks on the side of your neck, making you shudder.

"Hmm?"

"Did you touch her?" Shouto cuts in as he fingers your still-damp slit. "I wasn't expecting her to be so…" he trails off, eyes going dazed as his fingers come back glistening. "You did…"

"Oh, hardly," drawls Katsuki. "Everything I did was all through the panties. It was nothin'. She needed to calm down so I calmed her down."

He winks at that and you roll your eyes. You hadn’t realized that everyone here is regressing to the ‘if your woman is acting hysterical, stimulate her sexually’ days.

"That’s extremely sexist,” you say without thinking, and Katsuki only shakes his head, undaunted. Shouto, on the other hand, is looking up at you with sharper eyes than before. You’re unsure if it’s because you’ve said something wrong. It’s a troubling thought, because this man claims to want to be with you, and who would you be if you hadn’t stuck up for yourself.

So, for the sake of saving your skin, you pander to the Shouto’s in the audience. Hands still shaking, you run your fingers through his red and white locks, digging your nails in to massage his scalp.

“I want you to touch me, Sho,” you say as convincingly as possible. “Only you.”

Katsuki scoffs, but Shouto smiles, asking, “don’t you think Katsuki should have some fun too?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki agrees, pushing his cock against your ass. “Think I’ve earned a bit of fun.”

“If…if that’s what you want,” you sigh as Shouto begins running his hands up and down your thighs.

With little effort, Shouto raises your injured foot and eases your left leg over his shoulder, and Katsuki helps the other get around. Massaging your inner thighs, Shouto licks his lips. “I want.”

Pushing your ass back up against Katsuki’s erection, you groan as Shouto buries his face between your thighs. He doesn’t lick you like he’s been starving for it; rather, he licks you like he’s been craving it - like you’re a delicacy that he wants to savor. After all the teasing Katsuki did before, it’s at once, too much and too little. Shouto uses the width of his tongue to give you long, agonizing strokes, seemingly pleased when you tremble and keen.

Katsuki holds you in place, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, and chuckling whenever you make a less than ladylike noise.

“What a good girl,” Katsuki praises before moving his lips over to the neglected side of your neck. “Feels good, yeah? Why don’t you tell poor Shouto how good it feels to have him licking your pussy.”

“That’s really n-nice, Shouto,” you moan between heady breaths. You buck your hips up to chase the movement of his teasing tongue.

Pleased with your commending tone, Shouto groans, the sound reverberating up your body, causing you to shake. His fingers move up your thighs, first squeezing them to bury himself more into you, then one hand slips up, his index finger moving slowly, slowly, slowly up to your entrance. He toys with it, moving your slick up your pussy so he can lap it up, before he pushes it in.

"Aaaahhh," you pant, and his finger begins to curl.

You clutch his head, holding on as you ride his tongue, his groans rough and rasping, adding to the pleasure.

“Noisy little princess,” Katsuki taunts, hands sliding down your stomach, “keep that up, and you’re going to wake the neighbors.”

“You mean the wolves?” you fire back, knowing full well that there’s not a single soul around to hear you for miles. To keep you present, Shouto adds another finger, pushing up against your velvety walls. Your mouth falls open, the second retort lost to your moans.

Katsuki chuckles. “Yeah, the wolves. If they hear you, they might wanna join in.”

To that, Shouto growls possessively. He works your entrance with swift abandon, driving you wild with lust. You meet him with a frenzied sucking of breath, your hands grasping at his hair and Katsuki’s arm. As if to make his point, Shouto pulls out, slamming your entrance with the slickened finger and driving you over the edge with a high-pitched whine.

“Holy shit, babe,” Katsuki breathes as he holds you close, caging you against his sweat-soaked body as you tremble and shake.

Shouto kisses your throbbing clit before peering up at you with lust-blown eyes. “Good?” he asks nobody in particular, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

Katsuki squeezes your hips, telling you to speak first.

"It was... it was..." you start, but stutter to a stop, trying to think of the right words.

"Perfect," Katsuki finishes for you with a grin, smacking your ass.

Shouto smiles, then stands, keeping his hands steady on your legs to rise with him. Your body dips into a better angle for what’s about to happen. Shouto lets out a contented sigh at seeing you like this, then passes some sort of plastic bottle to Katsuki.

“What’s that?” you ask, wary and stupefied.

“Don’t worry about it,” Katsuki says while Shouto loses his pajama pants.

“Fuck,” you muse at seeing his length. He gives it a few pumps, showing off its pretty curve, its thick girth. Liquid heat rushes towards your center, making you throb all over again.

“Look how excited you got her,” Katsuki purrs impishly. “I think she might have a crush on you.”

"Is that so?" Shouto pulls your body closer and nudges his cock against your entrance. “Does that mean you want me, baby? You want my cock to stretch you out and fill you up?”

Your body tenses up at the contact, lust igniting the tightest points of your core. "Yes," you pant, pressing forward to meet his slick, wet, eager length. “Please, yes.”

“If you don’t fuck her now, I will.” Katsuki presses his length into your backside, and you can tell that he, too, has lost his pajama pants. “Show our girl how good we can be to her when she behaves.”

Shouto pulls you in to kiss him, his tongue reaching out to taste yours. It’s so much more different than the chaste kiss you offered him earlier as a form of apology. This kiss is wet and needy, desperate to claim. Katsuki hums in approval, kissing the back of your neck. Your body heats up as you feel Shouto’s cock slowly slip in. You mewl, lifting your hips up to take more of his length. This drives him deeper into you as you tilt your pelvis to meet him.

"God, that’s a good girl,” Shouto murmurs as he begins grooving in and out of you. “How does that feel, baby? You like being so close? Like having your cunt wrapped around my cock? So hot, deep, wet…”

Brows knitted, all you can offer is a wobbling, “uh-huh,” as Shouto buries himself deeper, deeper, deeper.

“So tight," he whispers, running his tongue along your jaw. "That's it, take it all in."

“Better than a parka, huh?” Teases Katsuki, and you’re not sure what he means, but you can’t think to ask when something wet slides between your asscheeks.

“What are you—?!”

“Shhhh…” Katsuki kisses your neck when his hand finds its destination.

“Y-you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!” You half-hiss, feeling a slick finger roll around your hole. You try to close your legs, but the two of them are stronger than you, and they both keep you open and ready with little care about your struggle.

“Relax, princess. It ain’t gonna hurt you if you calm down.”

“But you—!”

Katsuki reaches around to grasp your throat with his free hand, the fingertip at your ass teasing your hole. In and out, in and out.

“Said I’d stop him from hurting you,” Katsuki nearly growls, “but you still need to be punished. And by the way you were begging for this earlier, I’d say you’re getting off easy.”

He slips a second finger in, causing you to grit your teeth and wince. It’s intrusive, but not at all as bad as you’d thought. In fact, you’re trying not to moan, though instead, you’re letting out little wanton whimpers.

"Stop trying to hold back.” Shouto chuckles as his thrusting picks up. “It's cute when you’re loud."

"Cute?" you say through clenched teeth. You decide then and there to drop the innocent facade. "I'm going to kill you!”

Shouto laughs and crushes his mouth to yours, pulling away before you can bite his lips. He snaps his hips forward, causing you to yip. Your body is squeezed and contorted in an uncomfortable yet oddly pleasing way as you’re forced to ride his cock harder, faster. Katsuki adds another finger, and when he releases your throat, your head falls against Shouto’s chest. You moan as you grow more accustomed to being stretched out.

“So cute,” Shouto praises. “She’s a lot like you, Kat. I kinda like it when she’s bratty.”

“Yeah, when she’s not trying to bite your hand off,” Katsuki remarks.

“Which reminds me…” Shouto moves your hair away from your neck. His nose nuzzles your soft skin, sending shivers down your encumbered body before he bites down. You cry out, digging your fingernails into the meat of Shouto’s shoulders, which only encourages him to pound into you at a rougher pace.

It’s at this moment that all three of Katsuki’s fingers leave your body, and for a moment, you feel a little more empty. The moment passes when his cockhead presses up against you. Immediately you can tell that it’s thicker than all three of those fingers, and you’re not sure you can handle this.

“Katsuki…” you begin, the name shaking out of your throat. His head breaches your entrance, and your body seizes up. Even Shouto slows his pace, opting to grind into you with more control, his cock pressing against that spongey pad that makes your toes curl.

“I prepped you more than I’ve ever done to him,” Katsuki assures. “Think I’m spoiling you more than you deserve, princess.”

But now it's not just the thickness of Katsuki’s cock that's making you apprehensive. It's the look in Shouto’s eyes, the thirst there, the intent. It’s terrifying as much as it is…alluring. You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared out of your wits. However, fear is a distant companion as lust overwhelms you, and you're left wanting more. And Shouto can see that want in your eyes.

“Take her, Kat,” Shouto commands, hot breath fanning your face. He reaches down and begins running lackadaisical circles around your clit, smiling as he feels you squeeze around him. “I want to hear her scream.”

You cry out in surprise as Shouto's hands dig into your hips, propelling you backward to take Katsuki deep into you. It’s not even all that painful. It’s different, and strange, and too much to comprehend. You feel like you’re being split open, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be. It’s exhilarating as much as it is uncomfortable.

They’re both groaning, moving against you, rubbing their sweat-sheened skin off on you. You can't help but look down at Shouto as he thrusts into you, seeing the glint of his thick, pink cockhead bobbing atop your entrance before disappearing right back in.

Your head falls back, and with it, what’s left of that innocent facade.

“Fuck!” You scream, pleasure vibrating throughout your body. “Oh, god! Oh my fucking god! Yes!”

Both of your knees are at your chest as you take as much of both of them as you can. You're being stretched out like a rubber band, your muscles clenching around them. “Please! Please!!”

“Whiny baby,” Katsuki chides on a grunt. “Feels good having us both fuck you at once, huh? Fuck yeah it does.”

“She’s so fucking wet,” pants Shouto between labored breaths. “Think she might have a crush on both of us…”

“Look at you, getting all fucking hot for us, huh, baby? Yeah, that's it...yeah, just let go. Let us hear you, gorgeous."

You let out a petulant squeak as you twist your body to look Katsuki in the eyes to the best of your ability. He’s all teeth before he leans in and gives you a sloppy wet kiss. Shouto moans, heady from lust or jealousy, and pulls your head back to give an equally, if not hungrier kiss. His tongue enters your mouth, making your head reel.

“Mmm gonna come,” murmurs Shouto against you, and seconds later, he’s pulling out, letting his cock fall between your pelvis before webs of his hot, milky cum jets out onto your stomach. You gasp, looking down as the mess slowly rolls down your body. With two fingers, Shouto scoops some of himself up and begins rolling it around your clit, mixing it in with your cream. His touch is all electricity, shooting pleasure rocketing through your stomach. Soon, your body convulses for a second time, and you’ve lost complete control of the words coming out of your mouth. It’s whining and begging and praising, and it’s enough to get Katsuki’s cock throbbing inside your asshole.

“Fuck, yeah.” Katsuki wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back greedily, all his to use now. “That's it, baby. Scream all you want...mmfuck. How’d you like your back painted in my cum, huh?”

Tears singe your lower lashes as the pain finally catches up to you, but it’s welcomed pain. It doesn’t stop you from sniffling, even when you drone out an, “o-okay.”

Katsuki pulls out, and you wince once again, before feeling tendrils of his seed coating your ass. The noise he makes is animalistic when he finally finishes. Shouto allows your feet to fall to the ground, then smooshes you up against Katsuki.

They both hug you too tightly as Shouto kisses Katsuki over your shoulder. “How on earth did you convince her to do that?”

Lying by omission, you think, heaving a sigh. Your ass is going to hurt for days.

Katsuki looks down at you, the same smile from before lifting his lips. Not the smirk. The delusionally happy one. “I didn’t convince her,” he says, “she wanted to.”

You snort and shake your head. There’s a moment where you think you’ll be allowed to walk away, but both of their hands are on you again, petting and stroking, like they haven’t gotten enough already.

“How are you feeling?” Asks Shouto, and when you look up, you see he’s talking to you.

“Um, I’m…” you start, debating on whether you should say violated or satisfied. Both would be the truth, as dismal of a thought that is. Thankfully, you don’t have to say anything, because you sway your the side and catch yourself with your left foot, hissing out a curse when pain shoots up your leg.

“Poor baby,” Shouto croons, and easily whisks you up into his arms. “We should get you cleaned up. I'm sure you can use some painkillers, too.”

Shouto guides you to the bed - their bed, while Katsuki retrieves some pills, a glass of water, and an ice pack. While Shouto nurses you, Katsuki brings in a hot towel, and they both work at cleaning you off.

You wince as the warm water soaks through the towel, but their touch is both gentle and healing. The two of them working on you simultaneously, each doing their own part, feels…really nice.

You try not to react too much. You try not to show disdain or appreciation. They seem not to notice your inner struggle. Eventually, you’re wrapped up in their sheets, and in their arms, though you make a face whenever your backside begins to hurt.

Shouto gently strokes your hair. "There, there. It's alright, baby. We're here for you..."

Katsuki kisses your shoulder, and whispers into your ear. “But your punishment isn’t over, princess. You can rest for tonight, but in the morning, we're going to keep fucking you until you can't walk for at least a week.”

Eyes growing wide, you’re about to object, when Katsuki adds, “beats having your leg broken, right?” That shuts you right up.

Your mind whirls as you lay there, wondering when the others will fall asleep. You can put up with this for a while, but it’s not a forever thing. Sure, they can assure your fate for the next week, but winter won’t last. Sooner or later, the snow will melt, you will be healed, and the both of them can’t be on vacation forever.

As you begin to think of possible plans of escape for the future, you begin to feel oddly drowsy, and not just in the sleepy sense. You’ve never quite fallen asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. With lethargic realization, you understand that you hadn’t quite examined the pills Katsuki brought you. As you reluctantly doze into a deathlike sleep, you note that you have another obstacle to overcome.

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