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Bakugou’s day starts off exactly how he had anticipated it: fighting off his datemates who were arguing over who got to massage his chest first thing in the morning.
“Shut up!” He screeched, cutting off Shindou and Camie’s bickering. “None of you will be touching me!”
“But Baku-babe,” Camie whined first, clasping her hands together. “I will tots be so good at helping, I’ve used one before!”
Bakugou stared at her in horrified silence. “Why do you know how to use a breast pump—no, never mind, don’t answer that.”
“Well,” Shindou popped up. “I don’t know how, but I’m a great learner.”
Bakugou shoved him back down into the blankets. “Shut up, Yo. You’re not helping your case.” He ignored the sounds of Camie blowing a raspberry at their boyfriend, legs swinging over the side of the bed but before he could stand, four arms dragged him back down onto the bed.
“Please!” His datemates chorused and he scrunched up his brows.
“No!” He shouted. He wrenched himself out of their grasps and stormed off into the bathroom, freezing when he saw himself in the mirror. “What the fuck?!”
Shindou and Camie rushed into the bathroom, peeking behind his shoulders. “What?”
Bakugou sputtered, uncomprehending the sight before him. “Ears!” He yelled. “I have fucking cow ears!” And horns apparently when he moved aside his spiky locks.
“Oh yeah!” Camie exclaimed, banging her fist on her open palm. “The officer mentioned that, right babe?”
“Yep,” Shindou smirked. “You didn’t notice that?” He snickered.
Bakugou fumed. “Shut up!” He screamed. He was definitely frazzled now, nerves shot and the urge to piss was definitely not helping his mood. “Get out!” He shoved the two rascals out of the bathroom and shut the door, rushing over to the toilet next.
Fucking villain. Fucking Jeanist for making him “exercise control”. He knew that if he had been able to just beat up the villain like usual, this wouldn’t have happened. Hit with a fucking quirk that apparently turned its victims into whatever animal suited them best.
And for fuck’s sake, he wasn’t even a bull! At least there was some sort of logic with that choice. But no, he was a female bull. A cow! A fucking dairy cow to boot because apparently, his tits decided to enlarge and leak milk yesterday.
Shindou and Camie, his useless lovers, were no help, of course. After howling for five solid minutes like a bunch of monkeys at the state of his ruined shirt and his pissed-off face, they had proceeded to laugh their guts out when he explained the situation.
Shindou tried to offer an explanation of Bakugou exhibiting motherly instincts, to which they started to shriek and laugh-cry before Camie presented her explanation of “Bakugou’s mommy milkers, y’allll”. Bakugou refused either one of their definitions, choosing instead to blow them up to get them to shut up.
And now, they were fucking horny bastards that were way too delighted in the chance to hook Bakugou to a breast pump. So that he could be milked.
He screamed once again out loud and angrily snatched his toothbrush after washing his hands. He heard a distant “You don’t have any more toothbrushes, babe,” from beyond the door and aggressively started scrubbing.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Okay, fine!” He kicked open the door after he was done. “Only one of you fuckers gets to operate these shitty things.”
Shindou and Camie sprang up from the bed and Bakugou recoiled as Shindou’s hard dick flopped out from his underwear. Judging by their flushed faces and Camie’s slightly swollen lips, it was clear what they had been doing.
“Are you two serious?!”
Both of them glanced down at Shindou’s exposed dick. “Why, boo?” Camie asked. “You wanted to watch?”
“I—wha, NO. Just—arrrghh, choose one of you to help me with the pumps!”
Bakugou picked up the box containing breast pumps and shook out the equipment. He ignored the squabbling of Shindou and Camie playing combative rock-paper-scissors and glanced over the manual, tossing it aside when he processed enough of the instructions.
“Camie,” he said at the exact moment Camie won, her whooping drowning out the sound of Shindou’s complaints being “jinxed”.
She came forward and eagerly tugged up the bottom of his shirt, laughing aside his grumbles as her hastiness made his elbows catch in the armholes of his tank top.
“Fuck, woman!” He complained, finally tugging free with the pumps still in his hands as she took the opportunity to fondle his chest. “Hey!”
Shindou wasn’t any better, grabbing Bakugou’s tits from behind and dragging him onto his lap (“whoops!”) when they fell back onto the bed.
“That better not be your cock,” Bakugou threatened and Shindou gave him a bite on the cheek as his naked dick rubbed against Bakugou’s back and waistband.
“Yup,” he purred. “I’m gonna get off on this.”
“You’re the worse.”
“So am I,” Camie chirped as she joined them on the bed.
“Shut up, you’re supposed to be helping me.”
“Relax, Baku-babe,” she laughed, hands already cupping his chest. “You’re gonna love this.”
Bakugou frowned at her, but he already was. Her hands massaged deep into his breasts and he groaned quietly, the soreness in his chest loosening. “Get on with it,” he demanded.
Camie took one of the pumps from his hand, still giving deep rubs on his tits and placed the breastshield on his boob, angling so that his nipple faced the opening. It kind of reminded him of an airhorn. Except he would never stick his tits into an airhorn.
“Lean forward,” she instructed and Bakugou did so, rolling his eyes when Shindou leaned with him.
Camie squeezed the handle to start up the device and Bakugou grunted as he felt his nipple lengthen and pull from the suction. It felt okay. Didn’t hurt, but he had yet to see results.
“Hey, are we gonna be able to drink it?” Shindou interrupted, speaking directly into his ear and Bakugou jolted.
“No!” He retorted. “I’m not a fucking cow!”
“I mean, babe, you totally are,” Camie interjected, “you even have the ears. Hmm, I wonder when your tail will come in?”
“Shut up and just do your job, Camie—ah!”
The three of them watched in fascination as milk dribbled out from Bakugou’s nipple and swam through the tube before dropping into the attached bottle.
Shindou licked his lips. “So we can drink it, right?”
“No!” Bakugou exclaimed. “I told you—hey! Camie, don’t let go—”
Camie snickered at her boys’ response as they watched in amazement at the pump hanging off of Bakugou’s teats without support. “Just let it hang out,” she said, laughing at her own pun. “It’s hungry.”
Bakugou shoved her aside but she sprang back with the second pump. “Fuck off,” he said, but he was smiling. “That was terrible.”
“Oooh, let me.” Shindou eagerly made grabby hands at the pump, his other hand already squeezing Bakugou’s breast in preparation.
“No!” Bakugou snapped. “I said, only one person.”
“Katsuki!” Shindou whined.
“No!”
“But when will I ever get to see you like this?!”
“Never!” Bakugou shot hotly, “I’m never getting hit with that stupid quirk again.”
“Okay, but how ‘bout tomorrow. Can I milk you then?”
Bakugou’s face flamed. “Shut up! Don’t call it that!”
Shindou huffed and he ground his erection firmly on Bakugou’s ass. His voice dropped an octave lower. “Please, baby? I’ll make it feel so good. You know you want these hands on you.”
Camie took the opportunity to attach the other pump to Bakugou’s remaining tit, but her eyes were gleaming from their conversation. “Yeah,” she breathed. “You know Yo’s hands are magical, hun.”
Yes, he knew Shindou’s hands were “magical”. The bastard just had a useful vibration quirk, okay? He was especially good at working out the knots from Bakugou’s shoulders after a long day of quirk overuse and even though he always used the opportunity to feel Bakugou up, Bakugou couldn’t deny that he didn’t enjoy it.
…
Fuck. He was going to let Shindou milk him.
“Fine,” he gritted his teeth. “Just once.”
His two horny datemates cheered and he rolled his eyes. The pumps were doing their job well at this point. He could feel a hum settle over his mind as his milk was gently coaxed out by the equipment and he found himself relaxing into Shindou’s embrace.
“Good?” Shindou noticed and his wonderful hands cupped the bottom of Bakugou’s tits. Bakugou’s head fell backwards onto Shindou’s shoulders as Shindou started up his quirk, vibrations at a minimum that had him moaning quietly.
His milk came out in faster streams, persuaded by Shindou’s quirk and he could begrudgingly admit that yeah, this was good.
“Wow,” Camie commented. “It’s almost full.”
The three of them watched as the bottle filled up quickly on both sides, spurred by Shindou’s hands.
“Fuck,” Bakugou muttered. “Still feels like there’s a lot.”
This must be the work of the quirk. Bakugou was sure that breastfeeding didn’t usually produce this much, but then again, what did he know?
“We should switch out the bottle,” Camie said and Bakugou grunted in agreement. “Or…”
Or?
Bakugou looked up just in time to see Camie’s devilish grin before she unhooked the breast pumps off his chest.
“Fuck!”
Bakugou gasped as the motion knocked out his breath, his nipples stinging painfully before Camie’s mouth descended on his tits.
“Fuck!” He yelled again.
Before he knew it, he was being pushed down to the side by Shindou, landing flat on the bed as his datemates pounced on his breasts like vultures. Bakugou let out a strangled cry as his tits were pulled in different directions, their hot wet mouths a blessing but rendering him useless.
His hands grasped the bedsheets above his head and he moaned, hips bucking under their weight as they teased, nipped, and above all, sucked out his milk. He could feel himself get lighter, freer in the chest and all too soon, he was cumming without a warning.
Neither of them seemed to notice, only continuing to pull broken moans and steady milk out of his teats until they had their fill. Bakugou’s skin was on fire, oversensitive in the best way as he wriggled under their masterful hands and tongues.
“Yo!” He cried when Shindou made his tongue lave vibrating paths around his areola and “Camie!” when his girlfriend bit down.
He shook through another orgasm, dry this time, pawing at the back of their immovable heads.
“No-no more!” He whined. “No more!”
To his relief, both of them pulled their heads and he slumped back in reprieve. Only for his face to heat up at the sight of their hungry eyes and grins, tongue licking their milky lips.
“Oh, Katsuki,” Shindou crooned. “We’re only getting started.”
“Yeah,” Camie agreed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “We’re still hungry,” she traced the edge of his pec. “Little calf.”
Chest sticky with spit and milk, Bakugou gulped. He could see Shindou’s cock shiny with pre and Camie’s panties wet with her slick.
Fuck, his milking was only getting started.
“Let’s ride our calf after, okay? We can drink later.”