Sin

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.

Warnings: Sex Work, Drug Use, Violence, Angst, Injury, Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: MaleOC x Deku, Deku x Shinsou, MaleOC x Shinsou, Deku x Shinsou x MaleOC, FemOC x Bakugou, FemOC x Todoroki, Bakugou x Todoroki, Todoroki x Dabi, FemOC x Dabi, FemOC x Deku, Deku x Todoroki, Deku x Bakugou, Shinsou x Bakugou, Shinsou x Todoroki, Shinsou x Todoroki x Bakugou, MaleOC x Bakugou, MaleOC x Todoroki

Plot: Midnight and Miruko own a nightclub called SIN, where heroes and villains alike gather to spend their leisure time.

Companion Series to Bliss.
(
Sin takes place approx. 4 yrs before the events in Bliss.)

All characters have been aged up +9 years.
Eri is currently 16, and a Student at UA.

OCs: Dmitrii (Demeter), Aleksandr (Leksei), and Mikhail.


Ch 08: Adaptation

Takami leaned across the bar, watching Mikhail carefully, his wings fluffing around his glittering shoulders. The older man was quiet tonight, his usual hearty laughter and warm smiles masked with thoughtful disquiet. Takami wasn't sure if Mikhail had even realized he was there yet. He lifted his wings a bit, the edge of the bar immediately shadowed beneath his impressive wingspan, and only then did Mikhail look up from cleaning glasses and acknowledge his presence, offering him a soft smile and giving him a little nod in greeting. "Ah, Takami. Is there something I can get you?"

Takami's frown deepened, his brow creasing. He let out a soft sigh through his nose, then folded his wings to his spine again, leaning across the bar to speak in a hushed tone over the music. "Mikhail, are you sure you should be working tonight? You seem pretty out of it."

Mikhail's movements stilled at that, and he glanced across the illuminated bar, his expression a bit torn. Carefully he set aside the glass he had been cleaning, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and approaching Takami's side, leaning against the bar as well so they could speak without being overheard. It was early in the night, only a few patrons had arrived so far, but it was too soon to tell if the night would be busy or not. Takami wasn't certain if Mikhail was in the proper mindset to contend with their typical weekend traffic.

"I'm alright, Keigo." Mikhail said gently, sliding his fingers beneath Takami's, the dancer's cheeks rosy and his wings fluffing up again. Mikhail smiled softly, leaning closer still, brushing his lips against Takami's cheek and smiling against his warm skin. "Thank you for being concerned about me. I was simply lost in thought."

Takami shivered pleasantly at the way the bartender dropped his tone, leaning into his warmth instinctively, craving more of his gentle touch. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure." Mikhail reassured easily, squeezing Takami's fingers and kissing his cheek, his lips lingering against his flushed skin. "You don't have to worry. I would much rather be here with you than be home alone with my thoughts."

Takami hummed quietly at that. He could understand not wanting to be alone right now. What did Mikhail have to go home to? His house would be empty without the twins. Takami nodded his understanding, squeezing Mikhail's fingers for a moment longer before the bartender withdrew, his expression affectionate and warm as his eyes lingered on Takami's, until gradually the older man turned away to resume his cleaning. Takami let out a shaky exhale as he watched him go, his heart fluttering as he pushed himself up from the bar and started walking languidly across the dimly lit lounge, casting his eyes back towards the bar to see Mikhail was greeting a few of their regulars, his laughter audible over the bass pulsing overhead. Good then. If working was an effective distraction, Takami would do whatever he could to help Mikhail combat his restless thoughts.

Toga greeted him as he neared the stage, the petite dancer grinning wickedly and beckoning Takami closer, nodding over her shoulder subtly. "If you have a moment, take a peek inside the VIP lounge! You'll never guess who's here!"

Takami quirked a brow at that, Toga giggling and swatting at his arm, nodding towards the VIP lounge again before making her way towards the nearest catwalk, starting her routine. He continued on towards the VIP lounge, his curiosity getting the better of him, immediately noticing Kayama and Shindou were already peeking through the curtains, the flustered hero giggling uncontrollably and muffling her laughter behind one of her hands while Shindou sighed exasperatedly.

They glanced up when Takami drew closer, Kayama beckoning him to her side and allowing the dancer to peek inside as well. "Look who I finally convinced to try out the VIP lounge!"

Takami's eyes settled on the extremely flustered hero sitting opposite of Aizawa, her face completely beet red and half-hidden behind her fanned fingers. Yamada was at her side, grinning from ear to ear and trying to get her to relax, but Takeyama shook her head quickly, continuing to hide behind her hands, Yamada chuckling gleefully while Aizawa let out a deep sigh. In the center of the room, Toyomitsu was seated before Hadou, the dancer twisting this way and that as she performed before the oversized hero. Amajiki was standing nearby, watching over her with an affectionate smile, glancing towards the table again when Yamada called him over, but Takeyama squeaked indignantly and quickly shook her head, holding out a hand to stop Amajiki in his tracks, the dancer letting out a soft huff of laughter and remaining where he was.

Takami snorted softly, quickly covering his mouth and nose with his hand, glancing over at Kayama who was grinning mischievously, her cheeks red. "Oh if only Yuu would loosen up a bit! I was almost certain being with Hizashi and Shouta might be enough of a catalyst to convince her to at least give things a try! Tamaki is such a sweetheart!"

"She won't allow Amajiki to dance for her?" Takami asked quietly, Kayama sighing mournfully and shaking her head, her eyes meeting the dancer's as she pouted.

"She's such a shy one. I love her dearly, but honestly I'm not sure if she will ever open up to this lifestyle." She sighed deeply once more. "A pity. She would look beautiful bound in shibari."

Takami hummed softly at that, thinking to himself for a moment before offering, "Would you like me to give it a try?"

Kayama's face lit up at that, "Would you really? Oh Keigo, I'd love for you to!" She frowned a little, glancing back into the interior of the lounge, considering. "Though honestly I'm not sure if knowing her dancer would make her feel more at ease or simply more awkward. Still, you're certainly welcome to give it a try!"

Takami laughed quietly, slipping between the curtains and making his way around the performance taking place in the center of the room, Hadou glancing towards him with a bright smile before returning her attention to her client, Toyomitsu absolutely entranced by her dancing. Amajiki watched his approach, Takami stepping over to his side and shifting one of his wings out to brush against the younger dancer's shoulders, leaning closer and whispering quietly, "She's being a bit stubborn, is she?"

Amajiki sighed quietly, nodding his head. "Honestly, I thought that we would be a good fit together. We're both relatively quiet and somewhat shy. I'm afraid my nervousness may have only exacerbated her own." He arched his brow, his expression lost. "Kayama-san has already paid me to entertain her for the evening. I'm afraid I'm going to have to return her payment if Takeyama-san won't even let me close…"

"I have an idea." Takami said, grinning and giving Amajiki a wink. "If it works, you owe me breakfast. Deal?"

Amajiki smiled at that, his expression smoothing as he laughed softly. "Alright. Deal."

Takami turned his attention to the table nearby, beckoning Amajiki to follow after him as he made his way over, smiling down at Takeyama and sliding into the booth beside her. She let out a soft, nervous laugh and gave him a tentative smile, glancing over at Amajiki hesitantly. "Ah, good evening Takami-kun. I didn't realize you were working tonight." She stole another glance at Amajiki before pawing at the air lightly, saying quickly, "Don't concern yourself with me tonight. I only came to keep Toyomitsu company. Had I known Yamada and Aizawa were also attending, I wouldn't have come at all."

Amajiki was quiet, his eyes shifting from Takeyama to Takami, and the older dancer smiled and shrugged lightly, returning Takeyama's attention to him. "Oh! Well, that's alright Yuu-chan!" He smiled down at her warmly, patting her knee beneath the table. "Thank you for coming to see us, it's been such a long time since we've had a chance to visit with one another!" He nodded towards Aizawa, Amajiki reaching out to touch his shoulder, the man glancing up at him and offering the dancer a place to sit beside him without hesitation. Takeyama watched them curiously, returning her eyes to Takami as he started to speak again. "I'm sorry if you were feeling rather awkward without Nemuri-chan here beside you. I know things can be a bit overwhelming here at SIN, especially for those who haven't experienced the VIP lounge before."

Takeyama's expression softened at that, and she nodded shyly, reaching up and tucking some of her long blonde hair behind her ear, glancing towards Amajiki with a hint of nervous interest. He wasn't watching her, leaning closer to Aizawa and whispering something against his ear, the man nodding subtly and drawing Amajiki into his lap, the dancer sighing softly and wrapping his arms around Aizawa's neck loosely, starting a slow rhythm between them. She watched their exchange with growing interest, her cheeks still rosy as she squirmed in her seat, Takami patting her knee reassuringly and allowing her to press closer to his side, Yamada leaning closer to watch the dancer across the table from them.

"You're beautiful." He murmured, his usually loud voice taking a softer tone. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Sun," Amajiki replied smoothly, glancing back over his shoulder to meet Yamada's eyes, "Though clients tend to call me Sunny. You can too, if you'd like."

"Sunny. That's adorable." Yamada grinned and chuckled as he settled back in his seat, his eyes glinting as he watched the dancer in Aizawa's lap. Amajiki continued his routine, eventually turning to press his back against Aizawa's chest, rocking back against him with a slow roll of his hips, the man letting out a soft breath and petting along his hips and sides, his expression slightly flustered. Takeyama was watching as well, her cheeks rosy and her hands folded neatly in her lap, Takami sliding his fingers against hers and allowing her to hold onto his hand as she watched, his wings fluffing up around her.

"Not so scary now, is it?" Takami teased gently, Takeyama blushing a shade darker and glancing up to meet his eyes, slowly shaking her head.

"I'm still not sure...if I could handle being the center of attention…" She admitted quietly, keeping her voice low so only they could hear. "How do you do this every night? I couldn't imagine it, dancing for complete strangers, touching them while they're touching you…"

Takami laughed warmly, brushing his reminges along her shoulders and side, humming thoughtfully before replying, "Well it isn't something that comes easily to everyone. This lifestyle we've chosen takes some time to grow accustomed to and eventually become comfortable with." He squeezed her fingers, tilting his head slightly to the side as he asked casually, "Maybe, if it was alright with you, you'd allow me to dance for you sometime?"

Takayama arched her brow at that, laughing nervously. "Oh, I don't know, I mean…" She bit her bottom lip, worrying it lightly. "Such a thing would be lost on me. You're all so beautiful, and I can't even begin to appreciate your artistic talents without feeling completely overwhelmed at the mere concept…"

Takami hummed softly, then asked quietly, "When you're alone with Nemuri-chan, she never dances for you?"

Takayama's face lit up at that, and she met his eyes with an embarrassed squeak, stammering softly, "I-I mean...of course when we're alone together…"

Takami grinned impishly, nodding and leaning closer still, "So? When she dances for you, aren't you the center of her attention? The sole member of her audience? Everything she does, she does specifically for you. For your pleasure." He traced his fingertips along Takeyama's palm, his tone even and low. "What we do here at SIN is not so different than that." He looked up, nodding towards Aizawa. "Right now, Tamaki's attention is solely on Aizawa, just as Nejire's attention is solely on Toyomitsu-san." He looked to Hadou next, Takeyama following his gaze as well, watching as the dancer circled around her client and leaned close to press against his side, all smiles and soft laughter before settling into his lap. "What we give to each client, what they leave here with, is a memory of a night they won't soon forget. It's what keeps our clientele coming back for more." He glanced down, meeting Takeyama's eyes. "I would like to think I know you well enough to understand your reservations, but I also think that if you're honest with yourself and let yourself enjoy what's happening, you might really start to like the time you spend here with us."

Takeyama bit her lip shyly, casting her eyes away from Takami's gaze and saying with an affectionate whisper, "Sometimes I forget how well you know me, Keigo." She glanced up again, offering him a sweet, gentle smile. "Thank you, for reassuring me."

"Of course." Takami replied, leaning against her side and kissing her temple, carefully slipping out of the booth and glancing towards Amajiki. The other dancer gave him a secretive smile and lightly nodded his head, slipping out of Aizawa's lap smoothly and taking Takami's place, exchanging a soft greeting with Takeyama before gingerly settling atop her lap. Aizawa watched them with a heated expression, sighing and relaxing back against his seat, watching Takami with interest for a few lingering moments before returning his attention to the other side of the table, Yamada grinning and coaxing Amajiki and Takeyama on encouragingly, excited for the closeup show.

Takami lingered for a while longer until he was sure Amajiki could handle things, then he slipped past Hadou and Toyomitsu once more, exiting through the tall curtains, Shindou and Kayama greeting him on the other side. Kayama giggled excitedly and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug, sighing contentedly as she pulled back, petting his cheek affectionately as she said with mirth in her eyes, "I should have known you would be able to ease her nerves! Thank you, Keigo. Remind me to give you a tip later."

Takami laughed softly, shaking his head. "Please, don't worry about it. Amajiki already agreed to buy me breakfast."

Kayama laughed at that, nodding and patting his chest, "Ah, of course! I should have known!" She bid him a cheery farewell as he stepped down the small set of stairs leading down to the main floor, Takami returning his attention to the center stage and noting Toga was still dancing for a cluster of clients that had gathered in the main lounge, his eyes drifting across the steadily filling club before focusing on the bar again, noting Mikhail wasn't at his usual post. He frowned lightly, glancing up towards Usagiyama's office, realizing the desk light was on inside. Perhaps he had gone to speak with Usagiyama for a moment during a lull between patrons? Takami hummed softly, making his way over to the bar and greeting a few regulars sitting along the length, stepping behind the counter and taking over Mikhail's duties as bartender until the older man returned. The least he could do was help out wherever he was needed. He knew if things were reversed Mikhail would do everything he could to ensure Takami was taken care of.

Usagiyama nodded again, her eyes never leaving Mikhail's. "I am certain he will do as I have asked. He wasn't happy about it, but he didn't outright refuse me." She sighed through her nose, tilting one of her ears to the side. "I understand this must be hard on you, Mikhail. Are you certain there is nothing I can do to help you in any way?"

Mikhail stood nearby, his gaze drifting across the blurred lights reflected beyond the opaque glass of Usagiyama's office windows, shaking his head slowly. "No, you've done enough for me. Thank you for your kindness."

Usagiyama hesitated a moment longer before crossing the wooden floor to meet him, reaching out and placing a hand against his lower back, turning Mikhail to face her gently. "Hey. Don't do that. Don't close yourself off from me." She reached up, cupping his cheek, searching his viridian eyes. "I'm here for you. Let me be here for you. I want to be." Mikhail's expression softened at her words, and he sighed shakily, reaching out and wrapping his arms around her frame, crushing her against his chest, Usagiyama clinging back just as tightly. When they finally parted, Mikhail's eyes were a bit glassy, and Usagiyama watched him worriedly, slipping her fingers inside his before whispering, "Come home with me after work? I don't want you to be alone right now."

Mikhail was quiet, considering her offer. "Are you sure I won't be intruding upon you and Keigo?"

"Of course not. We want you with us." She whispered gently, petting across his knuckles and squeezing his fingers again. "Come home with us? Please?"

Mikhail's features gradually smoothed into something akin to calm, a small smile teasing at the corners of his lips. "Alright, krolik. I will."

-x-x-x-

Todoroki woke to a hand trailing down his side, parting his lashes and looking up to meet his brother's eyes, inhaling softly and stifling a yawn against the back of his hand. Dabi coaxed him out of bed, carefully helping him untangle from Aleksandr before leading him out of the playroom, taking him to the smaller bedroom across the hall and closing the door behind them. Still drowsy from being awoken so suddenly, Todoroki was compliant and quiet as Dabi guided him to the bed, laying him back and crawling over him, kissing at his neck and shoulder sweetly before whispering against his ear, "Can I have you, Shouto?"

Todoroki hummed quietly in response, Dabi huffing out soft laughter against his shoulder, lifting his hips and tugging down his boyshorts, kneading his pert cheeks and grinding down against him, slowly working him out of his stupor and into arousal. It didn't take long for Todoroki to respond, humming as he tilted up his face for a kiss, Dabi kissing him slowly, wrapping his fingers around his semi and stroking him steadily, Todoroki gasping and moaning softly. He liked Dabi best like this, when he was gentle and sweet, pretending they still had to sneak around the mansion to spend time together, when in reality they would never have to hide themselves like this ever again.

Still, it sent a little thrill through him, Dabi shushing the rise in his vocals with soft kisses and whispered words, Todoroki biting his lip to muffle his whines as his brother began methodically taking him apart. He slipped his fingers between Todoroki's cheeks, circling his sphincter before pressing gently inside, Todoroki gasping and rocking down against the intrusion and welcoming him in deeper, choking softly as his breath hitched, his face and chest warming with a growing blush.

"I love you, Shouto." Dabi whispered softly, mouthing at his little brother's jaw. "I love you so much it aches."

"I love you too." Todoroki whispered back just as gently, Dabi lifting his legs and guiding his cock between Todoroki's cheeks, pressing the tip of his cock against his entrance and beginning to press inside. Without lube to smooth the transition, taking Dabi's piercings was rough. Todoroki breathed through it, feeling the curve of his Prince Albert slip inside first, then the first tier of his Jacob's Ladder, then the next, then the next, until Dabi was sheathed completely inside of him. He clenched his toes tightly, still muffling his voice, Dabi pressing soft kisses against his throat and praising him, keeping perfectly still, allowing Todoroki time to adjust.

"I love you, kitten. I love you, Sho."

Todoroki whined softly, breathing in sharply as Dabi started to move, forcing his muscles to relax the best he could as his brother's precum began to smooth their movements, until eventually that sharp sting faded into deeper pleasure, Todoroki moaning lewdly and tossing back his head, his two-toned hair fanned out against the sheets beneath him.

"That's it, sweetheart. That's it. I've got you, Sho."

"Touya." Todoroki whimpered, tears biting at the corners of his eyes, his legs trembling as Dabi met his lips in a soft kiss. "Touya, Touya…"

"That's my sweetheart. That's my good girl." His older brother sighed contentedly as he started to buck a bit quicker, his eyes burning with blue fire as he pet Todoroki's cheek, watching the blissed out expressions twisting his features, dipping down to kiss the scar encircling his blue eye. "Oh kitten, you feel so good around me. You're my good girl aren't you, sweetheart? You'll always be my good girl…"

"Daddy! Daddy…!" Todoroki gasped softly, clenching down tightly around Dabi's cock, his brother shushing him gently and nuzzling at his jaw.

"That's right, Princess. Daddy's got you. You're safe now, Shouto. You can trust me. Just let go."

Todoroki inhaled sharply as he started to cum, biting his lip to quiet his cries as his cock spilled between them. Dabi worked him through it, groaning heatedly and bucking into him steadily, tapping against his prostate with the tip of his cock, his Prince Albert nestled against it, prolonging Todoroki's orgasm. He kissed his brother sweetly as Todoroki sobbed softly, his body wracked with shivers, Dabi slowing the roll of his hips and just resting against him, allowing Todoroki to come down from his high and catch his breath, kissing away the tears dripping down his cheeks.

"Such a good girl for me, sweetheart. You want to go again?"

"Y-Yes," Todoroki hiccupped softly, arching up and hiding his face against his brother's neck, his fingers tightening against his nape. "Please, Touya. Please…"

"Shh…" Dabi whispered, drawing back just enough that he could kiss Todoroki as he started thrusting again, Todoroki whining and clenching around him tightly as his prostate was bumped, his cock dribbling precum and slowly starting to fill.

Todoroki easily slipped into subspace whenever he was intimate with his brother. Dabi was always gentle, always kind, ensuring Todoroki was safe and enjoying himself despite how deeply the younger boy tended to drift, especially when they were roleplaying as Daddy-daughter together. Something about taking on that role, of getting into the mindset of a sweet, innocent little girl, made Todoroki submit more so than any other role he might play. The fact that he imagined his brother as his father while he was in that mindset was something they didn't talk about, but they both knew well from their experiences in their childhood that their father had a large role to play in their kinks now that they were away from that household.

The role Dabi played as his father was vastly different from the reality they had both known. Todoroki couldn't imagine being intimate with their real father, but calling Dabi "Daddy" while they played was therapeutic in and of itself. Dabi got off on it as well. It was their favorite scenario during roleplay. Pretending Todoroki was his sister, or his daughter, only added to the taboo thrill they shared while sneaking around together. It was something they could only experience with one another. It made the trust and love between them unparalleled.

Todoroki gasped softly as Dabi turned him over, propping his hips up on a pillow before getting into position behind him, kissing at his shoulders and pressing his cock inside once again. Todoroki whined loudly and arched back against him, Dabi quickly covering his mouth with his palm, allowing Todoroki to be as loud as he wanted while Dabi quickened his pace, shushing his brother gently as he was fucked. He wouldn't admit how much it turned him on, hearing Todoroki crying softly as he was taken, the thrill it sent through him knowing his little brother enjoyed this just as much as he did, how much he wanted Dabi to do this to him. How much he craved it, ached for it just as he did. It was an inseparable bond they shared.

"That's it Shouto. Good girl, sweetheart. Good girl."

Todoroki sniffed wetly and continued sobbing against Dabi's palm, his breathing uneven as he was coaxed towards the edge, Dabi grunting as he gripped his brother's hip with his other hand and started fucking into him roughly, Todoroki's vocals changing into something desparate as he neared climax. Dabi closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of his brother clenching rhythmically around his pulsing cock, the way Todoroki's entire frame shivered as he cried, the sweat clinging to his flushed skin, the muffled noises he continued to make. He thrust twice more before he started to spill, groaning out deeply as he came in hot pulses, canting his hips forward gently while drawing his hand away from his brother's mouth, strings of saliva clinging to his palm.

Todoroki sobbed brokenly for a few moments before reigning in his breath, rocking back against his brother's cock while stuttering out needily, "D-Daddy, Daddy please. I need it. I need it."

Dabi sighed contentedly, slowly withdrawing his cock, each tier of his ladder catching on Todoroki's fluttering ring with a wet pop until he was finally free, a trail of cum spilling out and wetting the pillow beneath him. Dabi hummed and moved his wet palm to Todoroki's ass, squeezing his cheek and kneading for a moment before rearing back and slapping him soundly, Todoroki squeaking and trembling as he forced himself to lay still, Dabi praising him gently before striking him again, leaving a second red handprint in his wake.

"Ask again for it, kitten. Sweetly."

Todoroki whined, hiccuping again, wiggling his hips and glancing over his shoulder with teary eyes, watching his brother. "Please, Daddy. I want you to fuck me."

Dabi reared back and spanked him again, Todoroki yelping as his brother abused his stinging cheek, Dabi slapping that same spot again, the handprints he left behind starting to rise and swell.

"Beg for it, darling. Let me hear your sweet voice."

He shifted to the other cheek, slapping it soundly once, twice, before Todoroki yelped and arched against his strikes, both of his cheeks bright pink and stinging as Dabi dealt him another blow.

"Please, Daddy! Please! I need it! I need it! I'll be so good for you!"

Dabi chuckled softly, spanking him again before returning to the first cheek, kneading gently against the heat blossoming beneath his brother's skin, pinching at the edges of a handprint teasingly. "You're always so good for me, aren't you Shouto? My sweet little Princess."

Todoroki nodded, hiccuping and sobbing quietly, wriggling his hips again. "Please, Touya." He whimpered brokenly, "Please fuck me…"

"That's my good girl. So pretty when you beg." He shifted back on his heels, flipping Todoroki onto his side, tugging the pillow out from under him and lifting one of his legs, sliding between his thighs and thrusting into him slowly, Todoroki gasping quietly and looking up at him with hazy eyes.

"Yes! Yes, Daddy, please…"

"That's my girl. That's my sweet baby." He leaned in and kissed Todoroki sweetly, the younger boy squealing softly as Dabi quickened his pace, moaning out lewdly as he was roughly fucked, neither of them caring this time if their voices were heard. "Such a pretty Princess, aren't you Sho? Is my good girl gonna cum for me? You gonna cum for me, Sho?"

"Yes! Yes I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum Daddy, fuck!"

Dabi chuckled as he leaned back on his heels, watching as Todoroki climaxed once again, his cock jerking sporadically as he came across his stomach, his hands twisting in the sheets beside his face. He loved being able to make his brother cum without touching his cock, crooning softly and petting across his red ass and pale thighs, Todoroki panting roughly as he rode out his high, Dabi bucking purposefully against his prostate as he ascended.

It didn't take much longer for Dabi to climax as well, groaning and withdrawing from Todoroki just as he started to cum, tugging his hip to the side and rolling him onto his back before cumming across his stomach and chest, Todoroki panting unevenly and watching his brother with a tired smile. Dabi jerked his cock slowly, milking his orgasm as he leaned over his brother and gave him soft kisses, Todoroki humming and wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders, arching into his brother's touch. They lay together for a while, sharing soft kisses and lingering touches before Dabi sighed and slipped out of bed, Todoroki blinking up at him tiredly and stretching against the sheets, letting out a stifled yawn.

"Is lunch ready yet?" He asked sleepily, Dabi chuckling softly as he adjusted his slacks, glancing towards the door leading into the hall and shrugging absently.

"Perhaps by now. I'll go check on Kurogiri's progress in the kitchen." He smoothed the wrinkles from his dress shirt before leaning over Todoroki once more, petting his cheek and giving him a kiss before murmuring gently, "Don't forget to clean yourself up before coming downstairs, kitten."

"Yes, Daddy." Todoroki teased, Dabi chuckling softly as he finally pulled away, stepping over to the door and opening it just enough to slip out into the hallway, leaving Todoroki to rest a while before bathing and returning to the other pets still asleep in the playroom. Todoroki sighed softly, resting his cheek against his hand as he trailed his fingers along his sticky stomach, squirming against the sheets and blushing at the way his ass stung. He wouldn't be able to sit properly for their meal, and Dabi knew it. Todoroki would be thinking about his brother's hot hand across his ass for the rest of the night.

Eventually he forced himself up, gathering his discarded shorts and slipping naked into the hall, padding towards the closest bathroom and going through his usual routine of cleaning up. He discarded his dirty shorts in the hamper then went to the hall closet to fetch a clean pair, setting them atop the bathroom sink along with a fluffy towel before drawing water for a bath, adding sweet-smelling bubbles to the water before slipping in. He cleaned himself thoroughly, then once he was finished cleaning up he took care of his own needs, carefully slipping his fingers inside of himself and moaning as he tapped at his prostate, stroking his cock quickly until he came beneath the steamy water, his heart fluttering as he relaxed back against the lip of the tub.

He was hungry for more, he wanted his brother's cock back inside of him again, but for now he was content to wait. He was certain as soon as the others were awake he would be on his back or knees again, taking another thick cock.

He trailed his fingers against the surface of the bubbly water, his cheeks warm as he smiled to himself, closing his eyes and resting his head back. He wondered what it would be like for Aleksandr to take him, if the other boy wanted to fuck him, or if he would allow Todoroki to fuck him instead. His thoughts drifted to Dmitrii as well, feeling his cock twitching against his stomach, sighing softly as he wrapped his fingers back around himself again, tweaking a perked nipple as he started to stroke. He wanted to know what she felt like. He wanted to know what she would sound like beneath him. He would be gentle with her, so gentle. He wanted to make her feel good.

Eventually he rinsed and drained the tub, fetching his towel and drying himself before the large mirror, turning around to examine the state of his abused backside in the foggy reflection, his face turning pink. There were several full handprints left behind from their activities, one in particular already starting to bruise around the edges, a lovely dark cherry color against his pale skin. He hissed softly as he tugged his boyshorts up his thighs and carefully settled the dark material around his waist, his cock twitching in response to the sensation, Todoroki letting out a heated sigh.

Damn it, Touya. I'm going to be turned on all night.

When he slipped back into bed beside Aleksandr, the other boy stirred, scrunching up his face a bit at the disturbance and blinking up at Todoroki, his features quickly relaxing again. "Hey…" He whispered tiredly, and Todoroki watched him with a faint smile, leaning closer to kiss his brow, carding his fingers through Aleksandr's soft curls over and over until the younger boy fell back asleep. He shivered pleasantly at the warm breath teasing his shoulder and collarbone, gazing down at Aleksandr with a soft expression and brushing his curls away from his ear and neck, watching his steady pulse and listening to his breathing, leaning down to nuzzle against his crown. When he glanced towards Bakugou he noticed the blonde was barely awake, blinking tiredly and stretching out against the sheets, rolling over to wrap an arm around Aleksandr as well.

They stayed like that, cuddling around their newest companion, waiting for Dabi to return to tell them when it was time to eat.

Downstairs, Deku was kissing down Dmitrii's stomach gently, Shinsou curled up at her side, watching their exchange heatedly. Dmitrii gasped softly as Deku dipped between her legs, licking between her lips and easily finding her beaded clit, lapping at it slowly while searching her eyes.

"You want me to...to..."

Deku hummed and circled her clit with his tongue, pulling back enough to lick his lips, petting over her stomach again, his palm resting just below her navel. "Yes. If you are open to the idea." His eyes met Shinsou's, and the other man spoke, his voice soft and kind.

"We have been searching for years, looking for someone who might be willing to have a baby with us." He watched her for a long moment, adding gently, "It doesn't have to be right away, but as Izuku will soon be writing up your contract, we thought it best to discuss it with you now so any arrangements that are needed can readily be made."

Dmitrii nodded faintly, arching her brow as she let out a shaky breath. "I understand." She reached down, carding her fingers through Deku's malachite curls lightly, tugging gently as he kissed along her inner thigh.

"We do not wish to overwhelm you. You've been here less than a day, but Hitoshi and I have always believed that honesty is the best way to start a new relationship with someone we invite into our fold." He lifted up a bit, resting just beside her hip while petting over her thighs. "Should you agree to this, I will give you whatever your heart may desire. You do not have to act as a mother, if you wish only to be a surrogate for us. We will take care of the child gladly, we will take full responsibility for whatever happens before and after the birth."

Dmitrii nodded again, thinking. She glanced down to the implant nestled within her upper arm, her fingertips trailing over it lightly. "If I were to have my implant removed, then the two of you…"

"We would do whatever we could to help you conceive." Deku replied gently, offering her a gentle smile. "We would care for you while you carry our child, fulfill your every want and need. Once the baby is here, should you no longer wish to be involved, you can live among us as you and your brother first agreed to, as a pet in this household." Deku traced winding patterns over her skin delicately, his tone thoughtful and soft. "We will care for you, and cherish you. Nothing in our pack dynamic has to change."

"If, however, you do wish to take on a motherly role," Shinsou added quietly, "We would welcome you to do so, for however long as you may desire."

Deku nodded, sighing softly again, his gaze affectionate as he watched them both. "Neither of us would deny our child a mother, so long as you were happy taking part in raising our child with us." He grinned impishly, chuckling to himself as he met Shinsou's eyes. "I'm sure we will need all the help we can get."

Shinsou laughed as well, nodding, relaxing back against the pillows behind him and meeting Dmitrii's eyes. "You don't have to decide now, but if you would consider it, it would mean a lot to us both."

"You are under no obligation to give us a child." Deku added quietly, squeezing her thigh gently, Dmitrii meeting his eyes. "Agree to this only if you truly want to. We have been denied before. Should you not wish to take part in this, we will keep searching for a willing surrogate."

"Alright. I understand." Dmitrii whispered, holding his eyes, Deku watching her with a soft expression. She smiled down at him, petting his freckled cheek, Deku kissing her palm before returning to the position he had been in before. He nipped at her hip lightly before parting her thighs and gently teasing between her lips, lapping at her clit and tracing circles around the swollen nub before slipping his tongue inside of her, undulating it wickedly. She gasped and arched her back, moaning and resting her head back against the pillows, meeting Shinsou's eyes, blushing lightly as he dipped down to kiss her, his collar chiming as it brushed against hers.

It felt surreal, like wandering through a lingering daydream. Lying in their bed, being doted upon by both of them, her heart fluttering and her cheeks warm. She thought about her life before, about her brothers, about what the future would bring, about how she wanted to spend the rest of her life. As long as she was with Aleksandr nothing else mattered in the end. She had been given another chance, a chance to live a vastly different life than she had expected. If she could give Deku something in exchange, something to gift him happiness in return for his kindness to both her and Aleksandr, then she saw no reason to refuse.

She had never thought of having a baby with anyone other than Aleksandr before. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as Deku pressed deeper inside of her, brushing against her g-spot with his tongue. She tried to imagine it, carrying their child, perhaps even helping them raise their child alongside them, watching their baby grow into a toddler, then into a small child, then one day into a young adult. Would the baby look like her? Like Deku? Like Shinsou? What would Aleksandr think once he found out what they had asked of her? What would Mikhail think?

Their contracts would be drafted soon. She needed time to think, but with Deku coaxing her towards climax, and Shinsou slowly kissing down her throat, it was hard to think of anything other than the pleasure they were bringing her. So easily, so naturally. As if they'd always known just what to do to take her apart. As if she had been sharing this home with them for years, instead of less than a day.

She was trapped within a strange, beautiful dream. She wasn't certain if she ever wanted to wake up.


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