izukuâs best friend | bakugo, k. + midoriya, i.
ę áľáľ cw/tw: 18+, toxic dynamics (not dot sanctioned healthy communication tactics), established relationship (izuku x reader), softdom!brat tamer!izuku, dom!brat tamer!katsuki, sub!fem!afab!reader (a little crybabyish), creampies, overstimulation, a little marathon sex, consensual non-con (there is a continuous safe word in reader and izukuâs relationship, but reader is a brat & pretends to be reluctant), threesome, pinv, FACE FUCKING!!!!! pussy EATING. both men are mean :( poor you :( dot hate for katsuki shows up, gets sweet at the end, usage of good girl and some degradation, canon divergent
ę áľáľ original a/n: everyone thank đŽ anon for spoon feeding me this fic i lowkey blacked out writing this. in my mind for katsuki and izuku to have been best friends since childhood in this fic, i imagined izuku having been born with a quirk. theyâre so Boyish (notice the effect of having a male best friend vs a girl best friend⌠(speaking about SMAS) if i forgot any cw/tw tell me
ę áľáľ a/n #2: this is a reblog from my old account
ę áľáľ synopsis: after a fight with your boyfriend, izuku, he asks his best friend, katsuki, to come over the next day to help act as a âmediatorâ of sorts
ę áľáľ w/c: ~6k words
mentally ill girl with daddy issues. out of all the girls in the world, midoriya izuku just had to fall in love with the mentally ill girl with daddy issues. he had only himself to blame, he thought to himself, as he tossed his shattered PS5 into the dumpsterâ the one you had destroyed in a fit of rage.
after becoming a pro-hero, money was the least of izukuâs worriesâ and for you, it never had been one at all. maybe thatâs why you thought it didnât matter if something broke; you could always just replace it. but that wasnât the problem here. not the real one. no, in all the time since you started dating, never once had izuku imagined hearing you call him the worst boyfriend ever. not only that, but according to you, he was also mean, never there for you, and the only good thing about him was his dick.
it would be almost funny if it all wasnât so maddening. throughout your relationship, izuku had been nothing but kind and patient, all while juggling the impossibly high demands of being the new #1 hero. there were millions of fans out there who would kill to be in your position â even a few top-class heroes who had practically begged him for political marriages, desperate to produce the next generation's strongest hero â but he chose you, a quirkless, spoiled brat who seemed determined to test the limits of his patience.
in a way, it wasnât unusualâ your arguments often followed the same pattern. youâd lash out, heâd stay calmâ patient, listening, always trying to understand, and your fights would burn out just as quick as they came, the tension melting away in some much needed rough sex. but this time was different. this time, it had gone too far.
as izuku trekked up the stairs back into your shared apartment, he could feel exhaustion weighing down on his shoulders. he entered the bedroom quietly, the dim lights of the city revealing you clutching your pillow as you slept, its fabric stained dark with tears. he let out a quiet sigh at the sight, not out of pity, but out of something more complex. frustration. weariness. love. you clearly regretted what you said and did, but when it came down to it, you didnât know how to apologize properlyâ something he blamed on your father, who had always thrown money at you instead of teaching you discipline.
after a few minutes of deliberation, he picked up his phone from the nightstand and sent a series of messages to his best friend, asking for a favor. the reply came only minutes later. once their exchange was finished, he set the device aside and slipped beneath the covers beside you. as his arms wrapped around your stiff form, you gradually softened against himâ your breathing falling in rhythm with his. with one last sigh, he joined you in your slumber, wishing you were this good for him all the time.
the next morning, izuku didnât talk much with you. you didnât either, guilt sitting heavy in your chest making it hard to even look his way. it didnât help that the only conclusion youâd reached from the fight last night was that you were going to âtalkâ about it later.
it was right around early afternoon when the doorbell rang. you were in the kitchen, finishing up washing some dishes, while izuku lounged on the couch in the living room, doomscrolling on his phone. âiâll get it,â he called out, rising to his feet, his tone carrying a note of expectationâ as if he was waiting for something or someone.
as he opened the door, a gruff âyo,â greeted him. you peeked around the corner at the sound, frowning as your eyes landed on bakugo katsuki, ducking under the doorframe as he stepped inside. you werenât exactly a fan of the pro-hero, even if he was your boyfriend's best friend. he was crude and blunt, and you always felt like when he was around and izuku wasn't looking, he would ogle you.
âare you guys going somewhere?â you ask, wiping your wet hands on the fabric of your sweatpants as you approached the two men, confused on why katsuki was here.
âno, baby,â izuku said, turning his head down to look at you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. âkatsuki is here to help me with something.â
âwith what?â
âmaking you less of a bitch,â katsuki says casually, like it was funny.
âexcuse me?â you frown, caught off guard and offended, reactively shooting a look at izuku to see if he was going to allow his friendâs disrespect. âare you going to let him talk to me like that?â
izuku lets out a sigh, not necessarily happy with katsukiâs delivery or phrasing but he already knew the other man was not one to beat around the bush. âwhy would i do anything?â
âuhmâ because youâre my boyfriend?â
âoh, but i thought i was the âworse boyfriend ever?â
âyou said that?â katsuki asks, snickering.
your gaze bounces between the two men, incredulity and embarrassment washing over you. âis this about last night?" you ask in a hushed voice, trying to maintain some privacy in your relationship. âi thought you said we were going to talk about it...â
âwe are,â izuku says evenly, his hand sliding to your hip, holding you in place. âkatsukiâs just here to mediate. in a way.â
unease tightens in your chest as you glance between the two men once more. âwhat does that mean?â
with a lean towards you, katsuki takes it upon himself to spell it out for you, the condescension dripping from his voice. âit means your boyfriend wants me to show you worse.â
at his intimidation, you cling onto izuku, searching your boyfriend's face for an answer. âbabe?â you question, fingers gripping the side of his shirt, hoping for some comfort.
instead, izuku only exhales, his body language calm but unreadable. âwould you come with me to the bedroom?â he asks softly, not explaining anything to you.
âfor what?â
âto talk.â
you start to protest â ânot if heâs going toââ â but your words are cut off with a startled gasp as izuku lifts you up effortlessly, and slings you over his shoulder. ââizuku! put me down!â
as you're carried off into the bedroom, struggling to escape izuku's grasp, katsuki follows close behind, mentally taking note of how your ass looked in your sweatpants. when izuku finally sets you down on the bed, he sits beside you, all while katsuki leans against the doorframe, watching everything unfold. instinctively, you try to get up, but izukuâs hand shoots out, gripping your wrist to halt your movement.
âstay,â he commands.
âizuku, this isnât funny!â you bark back.
âdo you see me laughing?â he asks rhetorically, before motioning for katsuki to come inside and take a seat on the bed. at the invitation, katsuki does so, making sure to close the door behind him. as he plops down, inching closer to you, you instinctively crawl into izukuâs lap, pressing your back against his chest.
âsheâs scared,â katsuki says with a chuckle, speaking about you like you were some sort of animal or pet.
âiâd be scared too,â izuku muses, âhave you seen the way you look?â
âbaby,â you call out, switching gears as you begin to feel small in a room alone with two men, pleading with your boyfriend to take you seriously. âwhatâs actually going on? i donât like this. i'm, i'm sorry for last nightâ but...â
hearing the tremor in your voice, izuku refocuses his attention back onto you, studying your posture. âweâre just talking, honey,â he says with a sigh, rubbing your shoulders. âno need to be so nervous.â
âi donât see why your friend has to be here for that then.â
katsuki lets out a quiet laugh, as if thereâs some joke you're not in on. izuku just reaches up, fingers brushing gently through your hair, trying to soothe you. âwe need to talk about last night, my loveâ and how we are going to make sure it never happens again. katsuki's here to help with that.â
âokay wellâ itâs- itâs never going to happen again. are we done?â
izuku does his best to hide his chuckle at your attempt to avoid confrontation with another sigh, this time shaking his head as if disappointed. âif only i could take your word for it, baby. but, lately... i just feel like youâve been taking me for granted.â
at his tone, guilt tugs at your heart, and your voice drops in volume. âi donât do thatâŚâ
he clicks his tongue softly. âreally? because it wasnât very nice of you to break my stuff last nightâ or to say those things about me.â
âi-iâm sorry,â you mumble, shame creeping up your neck. âi was just mad. i didnât mean to...â
âyeah?â he asks, voice thoughtful, and not convinced. âi donât know. itâs not the first time youâve said mean things to me, you know. sometimes... it just feels like you donât really love me...â
âi do love you!â
a pout forms on his lips, his eyes clouded with a look of pity. âthen how come i find that you make me sad more times than happy, baby?â
not knowing what to say, your throat tightens, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. âi donât mean to,â you whisper, finding that youâre repeating yourself. âi want to make you happy, izukuâŚâ
izuku pauses for a long moment at your words, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes as his plan began to fall into place.
ââŚcould you show me?â he asks, breaking the silence.
âshow youâŚ?â
âyeah,â he says slowly, leaning back as if weighing the words. âshow me that you want to make me happy.â
you blink back tears, confused on what exactly he wanted, wishing heâd just tell you. âyou want me to show you? how?â
his lips curve into a small smile, the kind that didnât quite reach his eyes. âwell,â he murmurs, his breath tickling the nape of your neck, âhowever you think is best. i just want to see what exactly youâd do to prove it to me.â
as your mind scrambles for an answer, desperate to make things right, it feels like the room starts to spin. âiâd do⌠whatever you want,â you decide at last.
another soft snicker escapes katsuki, but itâs izukuâs deepening smile that makes your stomach twist.
âreally, baby? whatever i want?â he asks, the hope in his voice deliberately deceiving.
you nod before you can give it a second thought.
he tilts his head, eyes studying your face.
âwould you kiss katsuki?â
for a second, you think you misheard him. as katsuki's role in all this finally dawns on you, your stomach twists some more, yet you can't stop your following question from tumbling from your lips, hoping your assumptions were wrong. âis this⌠some kind of test?â
ânope,â he replies with the shake of his head, the expression smooth and calculated. âyou got this idea that i'm mean to you, baby. i just want to show you that iâm not. katsuki here, would be kind enough to help me prove it.â his hand brushes your cheek, faking warmth. âif you really mean that youâd show me just how much you want to make me happy, then, show me.â
you hesitate as dread settles on your shouldersâ the feeling cold and heavy. he was actually serious, you thought to yourself. slowly, you crawl towards where katsuki sat on the bed, the expectant smirk never leaving his face. you glance back at your boyfriend, searching his expression for some kind of direction on how to proceedâ or maybe as a last-ditch plea for mercy, despite knowing deep down, there wouldnât be any.
âask katsuki if he could do you a favor,â is all izuku murmurs.
your hands wring together as the words stumble over each otherâ humiliation churning in your stomach. âbakugoââ you choke out, only to be interrupted by izukuâs sharp correction.
âkatsuki, baby.â
"katsuki," you try again, almost whispering, his first name feeling too casual on your tongue. âcould you do me a favor?â
katsuki's gaze lazily takes in your quivering form, throughly amused by izuku's approach with you, thinking it was all too unnecessarily gentle. âwhat was that?â he asks, encouraging you to repeat yourself.
âcan you do me a favor?â
âhell are you so quiet for? speak up.â
your hands twist in the fabric of your shirt, reflecting the turmoil inside you as you don't meet his gaze. âi s-said, can you do me a favor?â
with a suck of his teeth, katsuki grabs you by the arm, bringing your face close to his ear. âgrown ass woman but can't even fuckin' talk right. speak. up.â
âkatsuki,â you repeat, louder this time, although through clenched teeth and shut eyes, âcan you do me a favor?â
âah,â he says, like he didn't understand you the whole time. âwhat sort of favor?â
âa kissâŚâ
âyou want me to kiss you?â he asks, his teasing tone deliberately getting under your skin.
âi donât want to kiss youââ you snap, embarrassment burning through you, and a sharp tsk from izuku cuts you off instantaneously. katsuki just lets out a low, drawn-out âoooh,â mocking your lack of self-control as you do something izuku clearly doesnât like.
âget closer to him,â izuku tells you. reluctantly you do so, annoyed as you are forced to straddle katsukiâs lap. when he rests his hands on your hips, clearly enjoying himself, you canât help but squirm. you avert your eyes, swallowing the fact that youâll just have to go along with the blondâs teasing.
âkatsuki, i want you to kiss me,â you mumble, begrudgingly. âcan you kiss me?â
he laughs at your expression, his fingers curling around your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. âyou have to look at someone when you ask them a favor like this.â
you bite back a sob, the humiliation clawing at your chest. forcing yourself not to look away, you rush the words out, all too fast this time. âkatsukicanyoupleasekissme?â
âdamn, you fuckin' must like making things harder for yourself, huh? slowlyyyy, girlâ iâm not going anywhere."
taking a moment to draw in a shaky breath, heart hammering and ears burning, you finally manage to ask properly, all while holding eye contact.
âkatsuki can you please kiss me? i, i really want you to.â
âoh, good girl,â he praises, like youâre a dog. âa long kiss or a short kiss?â
at his teasing, you begin to sniffle, hating how drawn out this was. you look over your shoulder at izuku, awaiting for what your answer should be.
âa long one.â
âa long one,â you echo, silent tears dripping down your cheeks, a sight which goes straight to katsukiâs dick.
âi can give you a long one, yeah,â katsuki snickers, the grin on his face almost unsettling. âcâmere.â
at his instruction, you hesitantly lean forward, shaky hands reaching out to his face. tentatively, your lips brush his, a pit forming in your stomach as the kiss deepensâ not because you were kissing another man that wasnât your boyfriend, but because katsuki was scary! you realized far too late just how nice your boyfriend really was to you.
similar to the way he carried himself, katsuki was rough with his kisses, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth just to hear you yelp and cry some more. when you managed to wrangle yourself away to catch your breath, he pulled you back, his hand wrapped around the back of your head. this time, as you kissed, you felt his free hand snake up under your shirt, giving your braless tits a full-palmed squeeze. your eyes widened at the contact, and you placed your hands on his chest, trying to create some distance.
âi-izuku!â you called out to your boyfriend with a whine, hoping that he was now satisfied with this display. âheâs touching my boobs!â
however, his only response was a shrug, leaning back against the bedâs headboard as he continued to enjoy the show, but not without adjusting the position of his dick in his pants. âyou know your safe word.â
at izukuâs reply, katsuki laughed, quick to work your shirt over your head. as your bare chest met the nippy air, you reflexively covered yourself with your arms. the blond then just rolled his eyes, peeling your hands out of the way so he could continue to play with your boobs as he moved to mark up the sensitive skin of your neck. biting and sucking, you winced with every hickey he left, forced to give into his manhandling.
âyou into the prude act?â katsuki asks izuku with a chuckle, right after leaving a particularly painful one on your lower jaw.
âsheâs not a prude,â izuku corrects, âsheâs reserved.â
âreserved? thatâs a cute word for it. i can see why you put up with her bullshit. these feel great,â katsuki comments on your tits, rolling a nipple in between his fingers and silencing your consequential whine with another deep kiss.
âyeah, theyâre nice. you should try out her pussy.â
despite your haze, your thighs clench around katsukiâs hips at izukuâs offer to him, unknowing if it was anticipation or fear. nevertheless, you speak up, shaking your head.
ân-no! no! you said just a kiss, baby!â
your boyfriend simply arches an eyebrow at your protest. âyou donât think he needs to give you a kiss down there?â
âbet sheâs already soaked,â katsuki adds with a laugh.
âiâm not!â you lie, voice shrill, not wanting to give katsuki the satisfaction that he was right. however, seeing right through you, the two men share a knowing look.
âbaby,â izuku calls out to you, beckoning for you to come to him. âcome here.â
although you're relieved to be allowed off katsuki's lap, a shiver runs down your spine as you crawl towards izuku, left only to wonder what could be going through his mind. when you are finally in front of him, he works you back into his lap again. then, his hands begin to tug the waistband of your sweats downwards.
âizuku, wait, no!â you cry, squirming to keep your pants on, not wanting to show his best friend proof of your arousal.
âquit it,â he orders you with a rasp, an arm wrapping around your stomach to keep you still. knowing going against his wishes will just get you in deeper trouble, you reluctantly oblige, hiding your face as your slick-stained panties are revealed to two sets of hungry eyes.
âlooks like someone is a liar...â katsuki chuckles, now sitting in front of you as izuku kept your thighs open.
âjesus, babe,â izuku mumbles against the shell of your ear as he examines just how turned on you were, his fingers moving to press down against your clit through the thin fabric. âyou like being bullied, huh?â
all you can manage in response is a shake of your head, embarrassment tempting you once more to let tears roll down your cheeks.
âi told you,â katsuki says to izuku with a laugh, face lowering near your core, his breath hot against your thighs as he watches izuku play with your clothed slit. âgirls donât like when you play nice all the time. they like being treated like stupid whores.â
âis that right?â izuku asks, but your brain doesnât register that heâs talking to you at first. at your lack of response, his hand taps your cheek to draw your attention. âheyâ do you like it better when iâm nice or mean to you?â
ânice,â you choke out, tensing up as katsuki lays in between your legs, and rests his head on your knee.
âah, so you think iâm mean to you sometimes?â
âi, noâŚ?â
âi think she does,â katsuki antagonizes, laughing once more, the sound pulling a glare out of you.
izuku lets out sigh, pulling your panties to the side as he does, and both men watch as the slick of your folds stick to izukuâs fingers. âthatâs a shame,â he mumbles. your breath hitches as he spreads your pussyâs lips to let his best friend take a look inside. âi think katsuki has to show you what mean actually is if you think iâve ever been mean to you, baby.â
you find yourself shaking your head again â ânonononoâ â thighs trembling and twitching to clamp shut, yet unable to due to the pressure of izukuâs forearms against them. âoh no, yeah,â he mockingly pouts. âgive katsuki another kiss, okay?â
your gaze meets katsukiâs as he looks up at you, a grin plastered on his face as he slowly leans his head towards your entrance, and places chaste kiss after chaste kiss around it. each one has you whimpering, as well as fighting the urge to buck your hips against his mouth as you traitorously want more. eventually, katsuki begins to lick, his warm tongue lapping up the drool leaking from your pussy, and drawing out a moan from you.
âgross,â izuku grimaces as katsukiâs tongue touches his finger as he was still keeping you spread open. he pulls away his hand, bringing it up to your lips, expecting you to suck off the collected slick. obediently, you do, taking his fingers into your mouth, and tasting your own arousal on them. in response to izukuâs reaction, katsuki just smirks, before continuing to eat you out, hands splaying against your inner thighs to hold them open now since izuku withdrew his assistance.
the fervor of katsukiâs mouth on you causes your back to grind against izukuâs heavy and hard bulge, a hiss escaping his lips at the friction. the gears in your head begin to turn at the sound, and you turn your head to side.
âcan i help you with your prob, problem, baby?â you ask, hoping it would get you on his good side and convince him to be nice to you.
unfortunately, yet again, izuku sees right through you. still, he smiles, allowing you a brief moment to think you were so smart. âoh â my good girl â of course,â he whispers, placing a kiss onto your shoulder. he motions to katsuki to unlatch himself off you, and the other man obliges, resting on his heels as he wipes his mouth of your juices with the back of his hand.
thighs still quivering, you flip onto your stomach, almost drooling over the sight of izuku tugging down his pajama pants just enough to free his dick, the head thudding softly against his lower abdomen when it is.
your cheek rests against his inner thigh as you run your fingers up his length, all before capturing it in a firm grip, and giving his dick a few strokes of admiration. as you brush a hair behind your ear, right about to take him into your mouth, you feel katsukiâs rough hands behind you, suddenly groping the globes of your ass. before you can protest, izuku stops you, his hand threading throughout your hair and grabbing you by the roots in a gentle tug, instructing you to focus and continue. begrudgingly, you do, finding your lower half at katsukiâs mercy as you are occupied with sucking izukuâs dick.
wrapping your lips around his flared tip, your tongue flicks against the prominent veins of his shaft, before enveloping him in totality, down to the base, with your forehead pressing against his abs. the result of your efforts is a low, tender âyeah⌠shâ good girlâŚâ from your boyfriend, the groan going straight-down to the heartbeat of your clit.
eventually you find a steady rhythm, your head bobbing up and down izukuâs length at a comfortable speed, only for it to be interrupted when you feel katsukiâs tongue against your pussy once more, your escaping moans from the sensation causing vibrations around izuku, making him twitch in your mouth.
as you begin to lose focus, trying not to squeal when katsuki takes a shallow bite into the fat of your ass, izuku kisses his teeth, the sound cutting through your haze. âbaby,â he murmurs, the warning wrapped in softness, âif katsuki makes you cum before you make me, iâm gonna let him fuck your pussy till itâs wrecked.â
and while you scramble to continue with your hard work, you find the cards stacked against you as pro-hero, bakugo katsuki becomes invigorated with competition and the promise of a prize. grabbing you by the hips, he buries his face in between your asscheeks, tongue plunging in and out of your sopping wetness, licking, suckingâ all done with the intent on making you cum quick. all you can manage to do is pathetically clamp your thighs around his head as you struggle to adjust to the sudden overwhelming intensity, finding it difficult to focus on swirling your tongue around izukuâs frenulum in a satisfying manner.
itâs when you feel katsuki fucking motorboating your clit with the flat of his tongue, drool running down his chin and coating your inner thighs, that you realize you might be done for. as your approaching climax comes, you try your best not to give away any tells, resisting the urge to curl your toes. unfortunately, there was no way to play off the resulting spasms running throughout your body. with a toothy grin, katsuki places one last kiss to your pussy, before sitting back on his haunches, priding himself on a job well done.
âshe came~â he drawls in a grating, sing-sone tone.
your glossed over eyes as you looked up at izuku to deny it did nothing for your case. âi didnâtâ i didnât, wait, wait,â you pleaded, hearing the rustle of katsukiâs belt unbuckle behind you, and hoping izuku would believe you and tell his friend to wait, despite knowing deep down he wouldnât.
âif you didnât cum,â katsuki snickers, finally shimmying off his jeans, and you gasp as you feel the mushroom-shaped tip of his dick languidly sliding up and down your slit, threatening to push past the barrier of resistance, âthen you wouldnât be too sensitive for me to put it in, yeah?â
expecting you to answer the other man, izuku arches an eyebrow down at you, feigning tenderness as he brushes a hair sticking to the sweat of your forehead out of your face. ây-yeah,â you answer, knees struggling to support themselves as katsuki lifts your hips up to align himself better. as you feel the crown of his cock gradually entering you, you let out a telling hiss, the stretch obviously too overstimulating. âbut, wait, you didnâtâ fuck â you didnât make me cum yet, you canâtââ
your chest heaves as he buries himself to the hilt, fresh tears running down your cheeks as you whimper and gasp. âs-stupid!â you spit out in frustration, before sobbing into your boyfriendâs lap. katsuki could feel every clench of your pussy around him, the grip like a vice as a result of your recent orgasm, and he bites his lower lip to suppress a groan.
âsheâs â fuckkkk... yeah, baby, tighten up just like that â doing a lot... of talking for someone who should be sucking,â katsuki laughs breathlessly as he begins to move. izuku only hums in reply, watching how your face contorts as katsuki hits that soft spongy spot inside you.
âis it too much?â izuku asks you with a murmur, checking in on you. when you shake your head, a soft smile spreads across his face. âgood. then i donât see why you stopped.â
as he gestures towards his dick, signaling for you to continue what you were doing, your brows furrow, biting back the urge to say something mean. with a huff, you take him back into your mouth.
meanwhile, katsukiâs hold on your hips becomes bruising as he pulls you back to slam your ass in tandem with his thrusts. upon seeing you struggle to give him head once more, izuku takes it upon himself to steady you, fingers intermingling with hair as he grabs the sides of your head and bucks his cock down your throat.
the splutter of your slobber mixes together with your tears as your mouth becomes a fleshlight for your boyfriendâs pleasure. âsuck,â he says plainly, like heâs doing you a favor since heâd be doing all the moving. in a way, he was right, as all you had to do now was hollow your cheeks and lay your tongue out expectantly.
just as the sharp sting of overstimulation finally began to melt into pleasure, thatâs when katsuki's movements stuttered, much to your annoyance. âsh-shit,â he curses, your back arching as he drills himself deeper. âit's chill, if, fuck, i do it insideâ right?â
âshe'd prefer it,â izuku answers for you since your mouth was occupied at the moment, heavy balls slapping against your chin. âalwaysâ â plap â âcomplainingâ â plapplapplap â âwhenâ â plap â âiâ â plap â âletâ â plap â âitâ â plap â âoutâ â plap â âonâ â plap â âherâ â plap â âback.â he punctuates his words with a groan as he makes you take him to the hilt, holding you there as you gag.
the velvet of your walls squeeze down on katsuki as you choke on izuku's dick, and the former finds himself unable to stop from burying his cock deep inside you and pumping your womb with thick creamy spurts. âfuuuuuck,â he moans with a shudder, shutting his eyes tight. after a moment to catch his breath, he shortly pulls out of you, watching how his cum oozed from your pussy; your perseverance earns a slap to your ass from him.
âgentlemanly,â izuku comments dryly on how his friend was already limp so fast, as well as how he had came before you during penetration, and did not give you a second orgasm. the judgment came from a place like he wasnât face fucking you relentlessly.
katuski only rolls his eyes, one arm resting on his stomach as he sprawled himself out on the bed, watching you two continue. âi've been busy,â he shrugs. âi haven't gotten some in a bit. plus, i already made her cum earlier.â
with a sigh, izuku looks down at you, your jaw obviously beginning to ache. âthat's why he doesn't have a girlfriend,â he murmured, yet your brain was too busy melting out of your ears to show any sort of response.
taking in your disheveled appearance â bites and handprints left all over you from katsuki, not to mention saliva, pre-cum, sweat, and tears coating your cheeks and neck â izuku finally takes pity, letting you off of him and allowing you the chance to actually get some oxygen to your brain. a soothing touch combs through your hair as you cough and sniffle, having never been treated so roughly before during sex.
âmy poor baby,â he coos and you pout as he takes you into his arms, the tip of his dick poking against your well-used folds as you rest on his lap. âkatsukiâs so mean, huh?â
âyou made him be mean to me,â you huff, wiping your tears against his shoulder, all while your hips absentmindedly grind against him.
a hand settles on your waist, while the other rubs your back in comfort, laughing at your words. âwould you believe me if i said thatâs just how he is?â
you nod quietly, murmuring. âheâs scaryâŚâ
before you know it, the teasing tip of izukuâs shaft sliding along your slit had slipped in due to the slick mix of fluids between your bodies. a breathless gasp leaves your lips as you feel the swollen head nestle snugly along your cervix.
âyouâre not gonna break my stuff anymore, right baby?â he asks with a throaty groan, half-lidded eyes not leaving where the two of you were connected, watching as katsukiâs cum inside you frothed around the base of his dick. âgonna be good for me so i donât have to ask katsuki for anything anymore, right?â
âm-mhmâŚâ
âpromise?â
âyes, yeahâŚâ
he smiles, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips. âi love you, baby.â
âi love you tooâŚâ you return, your pussy fluttering around him at his words.
katsuki, still lying on the bed and now checking his phone, mutters an âew,â under his breath, undermining the moment.
izuku looks past you to furrow his brow at his friend. âif youâre done, you can leave.â
âiâm just a piece of meat to youâŚâ katsuki says with a dramatic sigh, before searching the floor for his discarded clothes to put back on. âiâm eating whatever shit you got in your fridge.â
as katsuki leaves the bedroom, izuku rolls his eyes before flicking them up to yours, studying your dazed expression. leaning back on the bed, he proceeds to take his sweat-drenched shirt off at last. âyou wanna take what you need, honey?â he asks gently, seeing how antsy you are.
you nod again, having been feverish upon feeling every twitch of his dick inside your walls. slowly, you lift up your hips before slamming them back down against his, effectively riding him. you had been so close to your second high before katsuki rudely deprived you of it with his early orgasm, and you could feel it lingering within you.
âcareful,â izuku says with a breathlessly laugh, thumb wiping away the drool dribbling down your chin. âdonât tire yourself out so fastâŚâ
âmâ okay,â you mumble before letting out a moan, eyes shutting tight when you angle yourself to hit that spot.
finding purchase on your hips, izukuâs hands help guide you up and down his length, as well maintain the pace. âwho feels better, babyâ me or katsuki?â he asks, goosebumps prickling your arms as his breath tickles your ear.
âyou,â you reply immediately, and his heart melts at just how soft and clingy you were for him.
âyeah?â his head dips in between your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh. âyouâre such a good girl; iâm sorry for being so mean to you,â he whispers against your skin, before placing an open-mouthed kiss. âitâs just because i love you, you know that right?â
your lips purse as you squirm under his ministrations, a familiar coil-like sensation threatening to snap soon. âi-i knowâ mâ gonna cum, izuâŚâ
âme too,â he mumbles, now bucking his hips upwards to match your rhythm, a thumb hurriedly reaching down to rub your clit to help send you over the edge once more.
as pleasure finally comes crashing down on the two of you, his lips captured yours in a kiss, sucking on your tongue with a low groan as your walls milked every last drop of his release.
covered in a sheen of sweat, your bodies trembled as you rode out the aftershocks together, chests rising and falling against each other as you continued to kiss gently. finally, izuku pulls away to catch his breath, and you collapse on top of him, listening to the pitter-patter of his heart as you do the same, feeling almost uncomfortable with the loads of two men inside you.
a calm and intimate silence falls between you two, before the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen cuts through it, a sound you both laugh at as you piece together that katsuki was planning on doing some cooking.
âdo you think heâll make anything for us?â izuku asks, clearing his throat when his voice cracks with rawness.
you shake your head, sighing. ânoâ heâs selfish.â
izuku laughs gently, placing a kiss against your hairline. âiâll uber something if he doesnât. now, letâs go take a bath together, hm? gotta give my pretty girl her reward for taking her lecture so well too.â
your nose scrunches at the proposition, and you plop a pillow on his face, earning you a giggle from him. âugh, no. if i have any more dick, i'm gonna throw up.â
















