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── ✶ i. midoriya, k. bakugou

──✶✶ summary: katsuki has to babysit reader & izuku after having one too many drinks. but reader & izuku are too horny for katsuki to handle.

cw: drinking, prior consent established, reckless behavior, polyamory, poly!reader, poly!izuku, poly!katsuki, fem!reader, cnc elements?, dacryphilia, pussy petting, kissing, lots of cursing.

a/n: first piece with boaf of them. i actually love writing izuku to be sooo smug even though he is drunk asf. anyway lmk what you think! do i write drunk characters convincingly enough, or am i slacking?

~2.2k

the bass booming across the rowdy club still beats heavy against your skin. the atmosphere feels thick, but you feel weightless and airy. maybe that's because you were hanging off of katsuki's broad shoulder. maybe its from the one too many shots you and izuku had. either way, you were having a blast until your blonde boyfriend yanked you away from all the fun, while dragging your other green haired boyfriend back to his car.

"kacchaaaannn whyyyyy?"

"don't start with me nerd. you guys were standing on tables and giving away free shots like you owned the place. pulled you away before security put their nasty hands on you."

you huff on katsuki's shoulder, "ugh just ruining our fun"

"oh yeah? fun, huh?"

you hum happily, remembering the song you and izuku were dancing to, "yup! this place about to blooooooooowoooohohohhhh. bloooooowohohh."

beside you izuku reaches up to hold an imaginary microphone and sings along, "bloooowwwohhhhohohoh."

katsuki steams with frustration, "you fucking idiots. your skirt was riding up to your damn stomach and your tits were about to pop out as you were dancing to that stupid song. whole pussy 'n boobs out for everyone. unfuckingbelivable. bet your shits showin' right now."

he turns to face izuku, "is her entire ass out?"

izuku's extremely flushed face stops singing instantly to examine your lace panties. he runs his hand down your ass and through your lips.

you moan in surprise, "izzzu —hic—ku!"

katsuki swats his hand away, annoyed. "oi, i just asked you to look not touch. jesus christ."

he breathes heavily while slurring, "sorry! just look so pretty."

you giggle softly, "issa okay. feels good. do it again."

izuku attempts to run his hungry fingers through your cunt once more, but katsuki stops him before he can, "enough. open the door for me, now."

izuku huffs before listening, opening the backseat.

katsuki places you down and clips on your seatbelt. you stare at him all loopy, "what you think i can't put on my OWN seatbelt? i'm drunk not stupid."

"no i don't think you can idiot. now keep it on this time or i will be beating your ass."

you smirk, "that a promise or a threat, sexy?"

katsuki turns the slightest bit pink.

"you are too much when you drink, ya know that?"

you throw your hands up and shrug, "and yet, you looooooove me."

"unfortunately."

izuku throws himself on top of katsuki, dropping all his weight on his back, "you have such a cute butt, did YOUUU know that kaccccchan?"

katsuki chuckles softly, "get in the car izuku. do i have to put your seatbelt on too?"

"i mean if you insssist."

izuku removes himself from katsuki and clumsily climbs over you, to which you place a soft slap on his firm ass.

izuku stays on all fours and says, "wait do it again."

you giggle and instead of doing what he asks, push him into the seat next to you. izuku, dramatic as ever, launches himself onto the car floor, "woah, that was so aggressive, kinda liked it."

you throw your head back and give a full body laugh, izuku joins you.

katsuki puts his head in his hands and lets out the loudest sigh, "fuck me."

you and izuku turn towards him with a glimmer in your eyes. izuku, also too much of a flirt when he's drunk, says, "only because you asked so nicely, hot stuff."

he gracelessly reaches over to pull on the collar of katsuki shirt, dragging him into the car. katsuki has to brace himself against the vehicle to avoid falling, "yo chill out. we have to get home."

you whine, "why fuck at home when we have a perfectly good car righttttt here," while rubbing the spot in between you and izuku.

"WE are not fucking. now sit still, don't take off your fucking seatbelt, and DO NOT fucking throw up in my car. got it?"

you and izuku mock salute katsuki, but your hand ends up hitting your head too hard, "owww. that hurted."

katsuki rolls his eyes, "hurt. not hurted, stupid."

you roll your eyes at him, "how would you know it didn't happen to you."

he stares at you with a thin grasp of patience, "just stay in the fucking car." he closes the door shut and rounds the side to get into the driver's seat.

izuku grabs your forehead, "awww do you want me to kiss it better honey?"

"yes please izuku."

he places a tender kiss on your temple. and then another.

two more on your cheek.

you stupidly fumble with the clasp of your seatbelt to quickly undo it.

izuku places a kiss on your chin, humming.

his wide hands grip onto your waist, swiftly pulling you on top of him.

you whine slightly, feeling his hardness, "izukuuu."

he breathes heavy with almost entirely black eyes, "so hot."

next thing you know izuku's tongue is edging the corner of your lips to make his way inside. the two of you begin to sloppily make out while katsuki begins to back out of the parking lot.

he huffs in annoyance, "can you guys stop fucking around back there."

you moan softly into izuku's mouth as his tongue slides across your swollen lips, "mmm can't."

izuku breathlessly murmurs, "taste so good kacchan. you haffta try."

katsuki groans as his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel, "oi fuckers. quit it now."

you kiss your way down izuku's neck, placing dirty marks all over. the sounds of your wet lips and izuku's needy whines fill the car. katsuki's pants strain against his crotch.

"you look so preeettty izukuuu— wanna make you feel soooo good."

"you're prettier b—hic—baby."

his cheeks are perfectly flushed. his skin is slightly dewy from all the alcohol and his growing need for you. the curls framing his boyish features look so soft and inviting, you rake your hands through them and gently tug.

izuku lets out the sweetest moan, and you can't help yourself. you laugh against his throat, slurring your words, "fuck me. pleaseeeee. you sound so hot i can't. if i spend one more minute without you inside me, I'LL DIE."

"there will be no fucking in MY car. fucking wild animals, both drunk outta your damn minds."

you clumsily climb off of izuku's lap, almost falling to the floor of the car. izuku, not as quite sharp, tries to help but only ends up catching the air. you both laugh, like its the funniest thing in the world. then you remember why you got off his lap in the first place.

you stand bent over (in the moving vehicle), and plunge yourself into the front seat.

"what the fuck are you doing! get in the fucking back right now and put on your seatbelt! are you fucking stupid?"

moving your limbs feels like being underwater, so the hand that intends to reach the hot driver's taut arm misses, and lands straight on his hardened cock.

he groans loudly, and thanks his stars that they move into a red light.

mischievous giggles bubble through your throat as you feel his lust, "yeaahhhh, stupid for you!"

he forcefully grabs your hand and pushes you into the backseat, "izuku grab her right now before i kill you both."

izuku, obedient as ever, wraps his muscular arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

the light turns green and katsuki hits the gas.

you slump against the hard planes of izuku's body and welcome the warmth. "mmm i love you izuku. always so warm."

"love you too baby."

your hand reaches forward to touch katsuki's arm, "i love you too kat. even though you don't love us right now."

tears start to form in your eyes and your voice wavers, "ohhh guys, i love you soooo much. i like really really love you. i could actually die from how much i love you guys."

"oh honey don't cry i will start crying pleaseeeee don'tttttt."

you sit parallel to izuku so that you can wrap your hands around his soft cheeks. while tears fall down your flushed face you tell him, "but i mean it izuku. you are so preeetty, 'n perfect, 'n amazing, 'n sooooo many other great things."

you can barely get through your speech before izuku bursts into big wet tears.

katsuki shakes his head from the driver's seat, "princess. you just had to start didn't you? you know how he fucking gets."

izuku is full on sobbing, struggling to get any words out, "noooo baby you are soooamazingperfectprettysmart —"

both of you talk over the other while fat tears stream down your face, holding the others hands.

"can you guys PLEASE stop. no one is going anywhere."

your tears start to slow, but izuku is still strong in his admiration.

"kat doesn't izu—hic—ku look sooooo pretty when he cries? like WOWWWW."

katsuki tiredly laughs at how quickly your demeanor changes, remembering how much you like seeing izuku in this state.

the car reaches a stop sign and katsuki decides to take the opportunity to look at you two. as he turns around you decide to grab izuku's face and lick his cheek clean of his salty tears. you smirk while looking directly at katsuki.

he grins in disbelief, "you are so much trouble, princess."

izuku now stops his crying to grab your hand. he wraps his other around the back of your neck and plunges his soft lips onto yours. you moan, desperate.

he moves to lay you on your back as he towers above, grinding against your needy cunt. katsuki watches, unable to be anything but turned on by his two lovers passionately making out.

izuku gently rubs your tit through your top, somehow managing to find your nipple to squeeze. you whimper softly. you reach a hand around izuku's back to grab his firm ass and push him closer to you. he listens, giving a dangerously delicious rut into you. you sigh so softly, "mmmm." it goes straight to izuku and katsuki's swollen cocks. they just loved hearing you hum so lustfully like that. they loved to drawn all the sweetest noises from your pretty little mouth.

katsuki palms himself, trying to relieve some pressure. a breathy, "fuck" escapes him.

at the sound of his delicate weakness, you and izuku pause to look at him. a string of saliva tethers you together. eyes wide, blown from desire, everyone is breathing heavy, hungry for a little bit more.

izuku slowly rises, and taunts his blonde boyfriend, "come on handsome, less havesomefun yeah?"

you get up too, although a little dizzy, "yeah kat, we know ya want to."

katsuki's chest heaves up and down, trying his damnedest to reject your advances. but his body gives him away. the tent in his pants looks awfully tight, and his lips so deliciously pink, you are practically salivating.

katsuki's breathy voice offers weakly, "no, we can't."

izuku reaches a hand down and through your lace panties, he softly pets at your dripping cunt, you moan at the contact. he rubs teasing circles on your clit, and with a lopsided grin he stares so smugly at katsuki.

vodka still heavy on his tongue, katsuki can smell it from the front seat as izuku continues to egg him on. "so yerr gonna let me play with her all night and do nothing?"

even as he tries his hardest to seem sober, izuku still slurs his speech and his movements are less precise. but with practiced fingers, he manages to draw out the whiniest sounds from you. it makes him proud as he pinches at your swollen bud, eliciting a lewd cry.

"ya hear that kacchan, you gonna deny our poor girl of your big FAT cock? hmmmm?"

with your head thrown back, you start to pant as izuku gathers speed. katsuki does too. his grip on his pants tighten, and in the dim lighting of the car izuku can see his tip leaking through.

izuku grabs your face with his other hand and places a tender kiss on your open mouth, "that doesn't seem fair, does it baby?"

you shake your head no, and immediately regret it. your head starts to buzz unpleasantly, but it isn't enough to drown out the sensations izuku was blessing you with.

he squeezes your clit a little tighter, and you cry out loudly, "he can't hear you honey. tell 'em how bad you want it, tell 'em."

you turn to katsuki, pupils inky black, face entirely flushed and dewy, "pleaseeee katsuki. pleasepleaseplease."

izuku smiles all too pleased with your whining, "yeah that's it baby. keep going fer me, just like that."

he kisses at your exposed neck, slightly laughing, "don't be so cruel kacchan giveher what she's askin' for."

katsuki brows twist up in frustration, "i fucking hate you."

izuku licks up your neck to your ear, smiling against your skin, "doesn't look like it handsome."

finally, he turns to look back at katsuki once more. with half-lidded eyes, a shit-eating grin, and a tilted head, izuku gazes at katsuki and makes his final plea,"you gonna come back here or what hot stuff?"

ahhh to be young and forgetful, and a fic writer.

anyway currently working on a poly fic between izuku, kat, & reader!

i genuinely think about their fics every day of my life. and you know what? it hurts my soul that i can't compare them to shakespeare in everyday conversation because the ppl around me just arent into peak yet. these writers deserve the FUCKING world and i would give it to them if i could.

anyway stan these guys and if you ever want to experience the most beautiful, ethereal, magical writing ever, pls look at their work. your third eye will open.

me reading anything they write

this was me reading the comment

── ✶ i. midoriya

──✶✶ summary: reader is a fucking freak who is obsessed with deku. izuku bullies her about it, but the catch is, he is just as into it. use of y/n.

cw: stalker!reader, freak!izuku, dom!izuku, humiliation, panty stealing, cursing, izuku is mean but reader is TOO into it, bottom!reader, reader works at his agency. pro hero!izuku

a/n: i may make this into a longer work... the idea of freak reader and freakier izuku hmmmm... just something so perfect abt it

~300

"oh yeah? so you don't follow me everyday before my morning run to the coffee shop? or you don't watch me while i take off my clothes to get in the shower? really that's not you? you don't strategically plan your trips to the work room because you know i'll fucking be there?"

you are a blabbering mess. huffing your chest and scrambling to come up with an excuse. but you just can't this time. he's got you. he's got you right where he wants you.

you start to cry. still even with streams of tears falling down your face you vehemently try to deny his damning allegations. "no, no that's— that's not me." your crying catches in your throat and he chuckles.

"awe poor baby" he mocks. "you didn't do it? it's not you?" he steps closer to you and plays with the strands of your hair. "poor sweet thing, you just can't help yourself can you?" he snakes his hand around your back and plunges into your pocket. your eyes shoot wide open upon the realization of what he's got.

he brings his tangerine colored boxers to the space in between you two, smiling knowingly, "so who put these in there huh? still wasn't you?"

you are mortified. you turn to run away but he grabs your arm and keeps you there. "tell me y/n. own up to it now."

you can't feel your legs and suddenly Izuku is blurry and the lights are blinding. "i—i no they, i don't know h-how."

his laugh is dark and rich, and oh so hot. a wetness pools between your thighs and a delicious knot forms deep in your stomach.

"still so stubborn even though i caught you red-handed."

── ✶ k. bakugou

──✶✶ summary: reader makes a joke about katsuki dying, they pay for it later.

cw: death. angst. comfort. blood. this is set in uni. everyone is aged up! description of panic attack.

a/n: writing katsuki is kinda of hard for me... hopefully this isn't too bad... idk if i like it.

~1.6k

The sound of flesh meeting a training mat echoes through the gym. Air is forced out of Katsuki's chest as you pin him to the cool blue pad, "Got you fucker."

You tightly straddle his body while keeping your hands wrapped around his. Katsuki's burning skin melts into yours and you both breath aggressively, spent from the many hours of sparring.

He cracks a wide smile while beads of sweat drip down his face, "A little cocky for someone who just lost five rounds huh?"

Chests pressed together you can feel the rapid beating of his heart, and you are sure he can feel yours too. You return his smirk and squeeze his hands tighter above him, "Yeah well last one is all that matters. If I were a villain right now your guts would be painting the floor."

He chuckles. The deep sounds of his warm laughter vibrates against you. You can't help but admire his beauty. His porcelain skin, perfectly sharp nose, and feline eyes. As you bathe in the divinity of his features, he takes advantage of your admiration.

In one swift motion, Katsuki snakes his hand free and wraps it around your waist. In an instant he flips you. Now he towers above as the breath you struggled to maintain leaves your lungs, "Now look at who's got, fucker."

The feel of his hard, sweaty muscles pressed against you makes your head spin. You feel dizzy and feverish with the way burnt caramel and wood suffocates your senses.

Your chest heaves up and down, trying to control your thoughts.

He laughs, "What? Too tired to fight? I feel sorry for the poor loser who has to be saved by a lazy ass hero like you."

The way his perfect teeth glisten in the florescent lighting of the gym blinds you. And suddenly his proximity is too much. You push your hands against him, "Okay okay, off."

He sucks his teeth and tilts his head to the side, "Are you really giving up?"

You turn your face the other way to avoid his piercing judgment, "Yes. Now get off."

He huffs, "wimp," but finally relieves you of his hot presence. You remain laying down, trying to slow your heart rate, "Katsuki we have been training for hours. Are you not exhausted?"

"Exhausted is not in my vocabulary, loser."

You mock him, "that was actually so fucking lame. Die."

Scoffing he says, "right like you would totally want that."

You raise to a seated position and hug your knees, hoping to hide the painfully red blush drawn across your face. A meek "whatever" escapes you.

Katsuki smirks as he drinks from his black water bottle.

You watch as his huge hands make the bottle seems impossibly smaller, as his throat moves to welcome the cooling liquid, as his soft blonde hair frames his annoyingly sharp jawline.

The blush on your face deepens and you have to look away before he notices.

Ugh I wish he would fucking croak.

His smile never fades.

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Crimson stains coat your hands. The color of your hero uniform no longer discernible as all that dominates is the deep maroon that belongs in his body.

Your arms are so stiff from pumping up and down against Katsuki' chest, in a feeble attempt to save him.

You count frantically trying to maintain some type of control. Bodies claw at your own begging you to listen. But you can't. Everything is muffled, there is only ringing and the sight of red.

Beside you Kirishima shouts at something, someone, maybe you. All he hears you say over and over again is, "blood. blood everywhere. Katsuki’s blood is everywhere and I can't hear his heartbeat. Have to find his heartbeat."

There is a horrible pounding in your chest and a gaping pit in your stomach. Everything within you is screaming and aching and dying. It feels like your body is about to explode. But all you can focus on is him. And the fact that he should be in pain, not laying still in the middle of the battlefield. He should be screeching at you or a villain, burning with the fury of hell, glowing with victory, full of life and color. Not cold and motionless.

Too much dirt and filth cover his beautiful face. You try to wipe it off, but you only get more of his own blood all over him. You sob harder. While gently tracing his beautiful cheek bones and running your fingers through his once blonde hair you whisper, "Katsuki please it's not funny anymore, wake up. I didn't mean it please. You were right I would never want that. You were right, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

Your vision is so blurry and your eyes are burning, but you try to wipe it away. This may be the last time you ever see his perfect face. Reaching to hold his hand in yours, you flinch at the foreign coldness. His palms are always abnormally warm, were always abnormally warm. You wrap his hand around your cheek and allow your sorrow to flow down his arm.

"Katsuki, please. Don't let go."

Your voice cracks and comes out a broken whimper.

Salty tears flood down your face. They begin to mix with Katsuki's blood. You sit in a puddle of his blood and your tears praying to any god that existed, begging, for this moment to be a dream.

You wake up to the cold darkness of your bedroom surrounded by unfamiliar wetness. Completely alone and frightened, you start to panic. You just watched your best friend, the man you are completely and utterly in love with, die. You just watched Katsuki die.

A stream of tears cascade steadily down your already soaked cheeks. The skin on your face and hands begin to tingle. Breathing becomes too difficult. Your body moves before you have time to think.

Your feet lead you to his bedroom. Gentle knocks echo down the hallway. Trying to keep quiet to avoid waking others up, you clasp a hand over your mouth. Katsuki swings his door open, ready to lash out but he stills once he sees your weak demeanor. His frame softens, "Y/n what—"

Soft warm flesh wraps around Katsuki's tall muscular build.

"You are so warm."

He hesitates, confused by this visit and your distressed state. You nuzzle your face against his chest to listen to the stead—alive—rhythm of his beating heart. You cry harder and through broken sobs you say, "Don't do that again please."

Once he hears the fragility of your voice, his protective arms are around you in an instant.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just gonna stay like this the whole night."

The sound of his voice feels like velvet and you have never felt so grateful to hear it.

You look at your best friend, the way your eyes glisten with relief and sadness shatters him.

"Katsuki, you aren't allowed to die."

He blinks.

"I mean it. You can't do it. Not to me."

"Y/n."

Your fingers clutch the fabric of his tank top and your voice comes out shaky, "Please."

The corners of his lips turn downward. He grips your waist, lifts you into his room and on top of his bed.

The warmth of his presence almost leaves you as he steps back to evaluate but you reach out and keep his body in between your legs, "please don't let go. I don't want to forget what your skin feels like."

In a tone too foreign to be recognized as his he says, "Okay."

He leans into your hold and just soaks you up. The smell of your shampoo, the way your fingertips graze his waist, the soft plush of your thighs.

Silence takes over the room for a little while, only the soft echoes of your sniffles and the erratic pattern of your breathing fill the space.

Eventually Katsuki climbs into bed and lays beside you. His overwhelmingly warm body grabs yours and cradles you.

"Stay."

Any other night you would violently object, your heart would not be able to withstand the proximity. But after dreaming of the feeling of your best friend's blood soaking your clothes, you would not give up the offer.

Your stiff body relaxes against him, you think he softens too. Katsuki's once shy arm wraps conformably around your waist and holds you close.

You turn your body to face him, you find his sleepy eyes focused on you. You reach out, tentative, to hold his fingers in yours. He just lets you, watching.

Placing his calloused, abnormally warm hands against your cheek, your crying starts up again. But instead of feeling his lifeless palm, his thumb gently caresses the tears away and cradles your face so perfectly.

Softly he says, "I'm not gonna die Y/n."

Through a blurry vision you look at him, and you can tell he means it. He has no intention of dying and leaving you here.

Whispering, you ask, "how can you promise that?"

"'cause I'm the greatest, remember?"

The weakest chuckle escapes you, "so lame." The smallest hint of a smile grows across Katsuki's pink lips, satisfied to have made you laugh.

In stern, but still gentle tone, as if afraid to scare you, he whispers, "I wouldn't do that to you loser."

His hand pushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear and cups your neck.

You wrap your hand around his wrist, murmuring, "okay."

He pulls you closer, you let him. Warmth envelops you both, and neither can help but melt into it.

Soon you fall asleep listening the soft rhythm of Katsuki's heart. A gentle reminder that he is here, you are here, and no one is going anywhere.

kat + izuku

katsuki bakugou