thinking about dating izuku and you haven’t met katsuki yet. you obviously know who he is and izuku talks about him constantly – but it’s always kacchan. never katsuki, never bakugo, never great explosion murder god or even just dynamight, just kacchan.
so you think maybe that’s what he likes to be called and when you do finally meet him you greet him with a huge smile on your face – “hi kacchan! it’s so nice to finally meet you, i’ve heard so much about you!”
an he reacts with complete confusion. it seems like he might be angry but he just goes, “wha–that’s–i’m not–” and then he flushes a little and goes quiet and just says, “yeah. nice to meet you or whatever,” but he has to turn around for a second because he’s getting redder and redder by the second and hearing deku’s attractive partner call him kacchan is making him feel a little crazy. izuku is obviously not correcting you or saying anything because he doesn’t even register what you said as out of the ordinary. he’s just psyched you guys are meeting and seem to be getting along.
you only realize when you call him kacchan in front of their other friends and everyone laughs and starts teasing him about it. you’re confused because doesn’t everyone call him that? and then kaminari tells you no, and if anyone else but izuku tried they’d get their ass beat so you must be pretty special and you’re mortified. whirl around to face katsuki and demand that he tell you the truth – does it bother you that you use that nickname? is it only okay when deku says it? what should you call him? and he just gets pink around the ears again and tells everyone to fuck off.
but later, when izuku is talking to the others and you and katsuki are both sitting peacefully, quietly off to the side–you because you’re just observing the group, him because he’s avoiding social interaction–he says, “you can call me kacchan,” you look at him with wide eyes and he smiles a little, “it’s alright, i don’t mind. kinda nice.”
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for the past hour izuku has watched katsuki drool over you while you talk to your friends and sway to the music. he’s tried to brush it off and try to turn katsuki’s attention anywhere else but he won’t budge.
“stop staring at her like that.” izuku mumbles into his cup.
“like what?” katsuki glides his eyes back over to izuku.
“like you wanna fuck her.” he glares at him over the lip of the cup.
“maybe i do.” katsuki grins.
“she’s my girlfriend.” izuku sets the cup down, ignoring the party going on around them.
“so? can’t share, deku?” katsuki grins, leaving his side and sauntering over to you.
izuku stares daggers into katsuki’s back, watching him stand beside you and wrap an arm around your waist. his jaw clicks when katsuki pulls you closer, hand sliding down the curve of your ass. his chest is heaving watching the way you shift on your feet and the way you jolt when katsuki squeezes the plush of your ass.
katsuki turns to him with a grin before dipping down and whispering into your ear. you turn your head and look back at izuku with round eyes and then back to katsuki. izuku can’t take his eyes off you, nostrils flaring and jaw set. he walks over to you and watches you shrink.
“izu.” you blink up at him.
“told her you wanted the three of us to get a room.” katsuki tilts his head.
“that what you want, angel?” izuku steps closer to you, trailing a finger along your jaw.
“i..” you look between them. “i dunno.” you feel heat rush to your cheeks.
“no?” izuku tilts his head. “want me to show katsuki how you like to be treated? he thinks he knows what you like better.” his thumb brushes against your lower lip, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “we can make him watch.” he grins when you clutch onto his shirt.
“mhm.” you nod, body heating instantly at the thought.
he grabs your hand and leads you down the hall, nodding at katsuki to follow you both. katsuki is a step behind you and is the one to click the door shut and turn the lock.
“go sit down.” izuku turns to katsuki.
“tch, whatever.” katsuki rolls his eyes, sinking into the desk chair.
izuku circles you, tracing his fingers up your arms, brushing your hair off your neck when he comes to stand behind you. he presses soft kisses all over your exposed skin, hands trailing over your sides and slipping under your shirt.
“see katsuki.. my sweet girl here isn’t like the girls you fuck.” izuku glances at him. “she likes when your take your time, coaxing the pleasure out, not forcing..” he brushes his thumbs over your nipples and you push back into him eyes fluttering shut.
“maybe she wants to know what it’s like to be told when and how much to cum.” katsuki sits forward.
“how many times do you cum when we’re together?” izuku kisses at your jaw.
“a lot.” you whimper when he pinches your nipples before retracting his hands. “izu.”
“shh, i know.” he starts to lift up your shirt.
katsuki watches the way you squeeze your thighs together and tremble under izuku’s touch. when he gets the first glance at your bare chest he leans forward, tongue running across his lower lip. izuku locks eyes with him as he kneads into your chest and you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder.
“izuku.” you whine.
one of his hands slips past the waist band of your skirt and you gasp. he trails one finger up your covered slit over and over until you’re thighs are clamped tight around his hand. he presses against your clit and slowly circles his fingers over the damp fabric, kissing your neck and shoulder as he works you up.
“sit back down.” your eyes snap open at izuku’s voice and see katsuki standing with raised brows before sinking back to the char. “s’okay.” he whispers to you, pressing kisses all over your neck.
his fingers move faster and your whimpers spill out of your mouth, hips desperately grinding against him begging for that release that’s so close. he doesn’t make you chase it, he offers it freely and when you soak your panties he floods you with praise and kisses until you’re almost falling to your knees.
“that’s my good girl.” he slowly slips his hand out from under you skirt. “why don’t we sit back on the bed and give katsuki a better view?” he hum.
“mhm.” you nod, eyes heavy with pleasure.
katsuki watches with dark eyes as izuku helps you out of your skirt, showing off your cute cotton panties. izuku scoots back on the bed and has you sit between his thighs with your legs on either side of his. katsuki watches as he teases you over your panties still, the way your hips jerk, how soaked they are giving him a clear outline.
“see how wet she is? don’t even have her panties off yet.” izuku grins.
“please.” you push back into him when he presses his fingers over your covered entrance. “zuku please.”
“shhhh angel. i got you.” he presses a kiss to your neck while he slowly peels your panties off.
he fists the wet cotton and locks eyes with katsuki before tossing them over to him. your knees shake when you watch katsuki shove them up to his nose and groan. you jolt when izuku’s fingers slide through your folds, pushing his middle finger into your gummy walls while grinding his palm against your clit.
“gonna jerk off with those?” izuku sneers.
“gonna whine about it if i do?” katsuki raises a brow and starts to undo his pants.
“what do you think?” izuku nudges his chin against your head as he slips a second finger in.
“yes! yeah- nghh! anything.” you nod quickly.
katsuki pulls himself out and wraps your panties around his cock and starts to stroke himself slowly. you’re trying to so hard to focus on him but your eyes flutter shut when izuku curls his fingers and grinds harder into your clit. he slowly starts to finger you faster and you’re bucking in his arms chasing after your pleasure and when you burst again katsuki groans at the mess you make all over the bed.
“that’s my good girl.” izuku peppers kisses all over your neck.
izuku scoots to the edge of the bed and sets you next to him while he pushes his pants down enough to pulls his cock out. you whine when he gabs you again and sets you back in his lap facing katsuki, he lifts your legs up to your chest, toes curling when he locks an arm behind your knees and lines himself up.
“mmmnghhh!” your head falls back as he slowly splits you open.
“deku filling you up real good?” katsuki groans from the chair.
“mmmhmm.” you nod your head before letting it fall back against izuku’s shoulder again.
he starts fucking up into you and you can’t hold back the sounds that are pulled from your chest. you’re leaking and leaving a creamy ring around izuku’s base that katsuki can’t take his eyes off of. izuku’s other hand finds your clit and you fall apart immediately, jerking in his arms as he keeps fucking into you.
“lemme fuck her.” katsuki pants.
“no.” izuku grunts.
“lemme lick her clit.” he grins when he sees izuku considering.
“want that angel?” izuku pants, fingers digging into your thigh.
“yes.” you squeeze around him.
“c’mon.” izuku nods his head at katsuki.
katsuki is on his knees between izuku’s thighs, still fisting his own cock as he leans into to suck your clit into his mouth. izuku groans when you clamp down around him, little gasps spilling from your parted lips with each flick of his tongue.
katsuki licks down around your stretched hole and izuku lets out a broken moan as katsuki’s tongue grazes against his cock. he licks your mess off of izuku, groaning at the taste and pumping himself faster. he licks back up to your clit at the same time he cups izuku’s balls with his other hand and the three of you cum all at once, a panting and sweaty mess.
“lemme fuck her.” katsuki looks up at the both of you.
“no.” izuku shakes his head with a heaving chest.
“lemme fuck you.” katsuki tilts his head.
“let me fuck you.” izuku buries his free hand in katsuki’s hair.
“as long as she sits her pretty pussy on my mouth at the same time.” katsuki grins.
─ ·✦ you and izuku are perpetually cold. luckily for you, your boyfriend katsuki always runs warm, which leads to a constant battle over who gets to cuddle and steal his heat first. sfw, fluff, crack (1k)
You’re out of the training room the moment Aizawa says dismissal, darting past Mina before your jacket’s even zipped. She laughs behind you about being dramatic, but you barely hear it as you bolt down the hall, hands stuffed deep in your sleeves.
You’re already freezing cold.
Your fingers are numb, your nose feels like it might fall off, and all you can think about is one thing: Katsuki Bakugo is back at the dorms, and according to the very serious, very real cuddle rotation, it is absolutely your turn; not Izuku’s.
You love your boyfriends with everything in you, truly and fiercely, and Izuku is no exception—sweet, earnest, and infuriatingly gentle.
He has a warmth that could melt your chest, if only it weren’t so fleeting, because no matter the season, he’s always freezing cold (though who are you to judge, considering you’re just as cold right now), and sometimes it feels like you’re trying to cuddle a human popsicle.
Bakugo, on the other hand, runs impossibly hot. Solid muscle, heat radiating off him like he’s made of fire, and even half-asleep, he’s unbearably warm to touch.
You’re never quite sure if it’s because of his quirk or just him, but either way, you and Izuku both relish every second of it, pressing closer, letting the warmth soak into your chilled bones.
Which is why you’re now sprinting like a mad woman.
Because if Izuku gets there first, he’ll probably hog all of Katsuki’s heat, leaving you shivering (he actually won’t—he loves you too much and would never—but still, the point stands).
You burst through the dorm doors, nearly colliding with a couple of first-years, and skid down the hall toward your shared room, heart pounding harder with every step.
Then you hear it.
Fast footsteps behind you.
“Don’t you dare!” you gasp, already knowing.
There’s a sudden rush of air, the unmistakable hum of power, and Izuku flashes past you in a green blur, laughing breathlessly as he lands ahead of you with unfair grace.
“I’m sorry,” he calls over his shoulder, voice bright and infuriatingly sincere, “but I’m really cold and Kacchan said it was fine last night—”
“That was yesterday!” you scream, scrambling to keep up as he rockets forward, boots pounding. “You don’t get to cheat the system with One For All!”
He glances back, smirk barely there. “It’s… not cheating if it’s just, uh, smart?”
“Smart? You’re literally flying past me! That’s cheating, nerd!”
He just grins, shrugging as if that ends the argument.
You chase him the rest of the way, lungs burning, fingers aching, until the dorm room door finally comes into view.
You lunge the moment he skids around the corner, and just as he’s about to reach Katsuki first, you throw yourself in front of the door and slam it shut with both palms.
Got him.
“You little—!” you pant, pointing at him with every ounce of righteous indignation you can muster. “This is my turn!”
Izuku glances at you, freckled skin flushed pink, lips trembling as he murmurs, “I love you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” Before you can react, he presses a quick quirk-assisted kiss to your lips.
The moment snaps your brain into static—you stumble, barely keeping your balance as his One For All surge pushes you back slightly.
The little shit kissed you to distract you. What an asshole!
The door bursts open as he lunges forward with another quirk boost, swinging it wide in one smooth motion. You curse, flailing to catch yourself, heart hammering. “Cheater!”
And there, sitting on the bed like the calm eye of a storm, is Bakugo, shirt half-off, hair a mess, radiating heat like a human furnace as he squints up at the two of you barreling toward him.
He groans, voice rough. “What the hell are you damn idiots—”
Izuku launches himself forward.
You dive at the same time.
The bed jolts, blankets tangle, and Katsuki lets out a sharp, startled sound as both of you grab onto him at once, clinging like your lives depend on it.
“Mine,” you say immediately, pressing your frozen hands against his side with a sigh of relief.
“But I’ve been freezing since the morning,” Izuku argues softly.
Katsuki groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear to fuckin’ god, I’m not a damn space heater—”
You whine, tugging at the edge of the blanket and nuzzling closer despite his words. “‘suki, come on! why do you always have to hog all the heat?”
Bakugo groans, flopping his head back into the pillow in exasperation, but he doesn’t push either of you away. “You two! you’re actin’ like you’re entitled to my entire chest! I’m not your personal fuckin’ furnace!”
You giggle, voice teasing, and inch a little closer anyway, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Yeah, sure, sure.”
Izuku mumbles indignantly, hiding his grin. “Oh Kacchan… don’t act like you don’t loooove it when we cuddle you.”
“Shut up, nerd! I’m not here for your complaints, brat, or you either!—”
You press closer, whining, “But, I’m so cold.”
“—ugh, fine! Just… whatever, get it over with.”
Eventually, with an exaggerated sigh, Katsuki shifts, lying comfortably on his back and finally letting you rest on one side and Izuku on the other. His hands settle loosely over both your waists, the edges of his irritation softening into surrender.
You and Izuku exchange a glance, a tiny flicker of guilt passing between you. Neither of you speak, but the look says it all: sorry for squabbling, but… he’s just too warm to resist.
Izuku’s voice breaks the silence, low and sincere. “I love you.”
You tilt your head, your breath hitching as you glance at him. “Me… or Kacchan?”
He smirks, mischievous even in the cozy warmth, and murmurs, “You and Kacchan,” his eyes sparkling with that mix of teasing and affection.
Bakugo snorts, resting his head against the pillow and letting himself be held. “Stupid nerds,” he mutters, but there’s no bite in it.
You nuzzle into him, Izuku doing the same on the other side, and for a moment, Bakugo is all warmth, hands tightening slightly, soft and pliable between you both.
And then—suddenly—Bakugo’s head snaps up. “AH!” he yells, practically leaping in the middle of the blanket. “Deku you fuckin’ ice block! Move your cold toes off me, nerd!”
Izuku yelps, pulling his feet back quickly, flushed. “Sorry, Kacchan! Didn’t mean to—!”
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a/n: likes, comments, and reblogs are all highly appreciated and keep me motivated to write <33
pairings: nerd!suki x reader x nerd!zuku (honestly they're all nerds lolll)
warnings: fingering, overstimulation, ur pretty much a "test subject", probably some grammar problems, and probably shitty but 'twas fun to right
wc: 800
a/n: idk wtf this is i was bored and horny. sue me reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!
you're all hanging out at izuku's place after school, and they're both yapping your ear off about what they learned in class the whole way there, which just so happens to be a women's sexual and reproductive health course.
you're laying on the bed, trying to scroll through your phone, while they do their usual "post-class review". and while it's normal for them to argue, today it seemed to have lot more heat to it.
"kacchan, 'm pretty sure the teacher said the clitoris was the most erogenous zone. it has the most nerve endings, and it's-"
"densest doesn't mean the best, idiot" he snaps, shoving a textbook in front of you as he points at the image on the paper, "the g-spot gives a totally different vibe!"
and at this point, your head is throbbing from the rapid-fire nerd facts and the yelling that's been going on for hours. you groan when the blonde keeps shouting, rolling over, and pressing a hand onto his mouth - just for a moment of peace. izuku can sense the annoyance radiating off of you, as he lets out a small laugh at the way bakugou grumbles beneath your palm.
"well what do you think?" he asks, green orbs finally settled on you.
"… well" you mutter, slowly easing your hand away from the blonde's mouth, "i think it's subjective"
katsuki exhales dramatically before flopping down beside you on the bed, "no, 's not good enough. one of us has to be right."
you huff, glancing between the two of them before propping yourself up on your elbows. "if you're so desperate for an answer… why not just test it"
the words hang in the air for a second too long, long enough to make you regret saying it as soon as it slips out. not that you guys haven't done anything intimate, per se, your first kiss was taking too long to come along, so you had to settle with what you had. but that was about as far as it went.
izuku blinks once. then twice. before looking over at his blonde friend, who shares a similar expression. like they're trying to figure out if you're actually serious or not.
katsuki's brows furrow before he speaks, "test it?"
you shrug, pretending like there isn't an intense heat burning throughout your body at the thought. "you've been arguing for hours. don't you wanna have the science to back it up"
izuku hesitates before moving a bit closer. the space of the bed suddenly feels smaller, the air thick with heat and tension. neither of them say anything, like they're unsure of who's gonna make the first move. until izuku speaks up.
"i mean she does have a point."
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and do you regret your decision? no. absolutely not. but are you worried for your pussy after they've spent hours playing between your legs? … maybe a little.
izuku's rubbing small circles on your clit, while katsuki's fingers curl inside you. their hands move in perfect tandem despite fighting for things so opposite, yet working towards the same goal.
"so? which one feels better, princess? tell me," izuku asks, giving you a sharp pinch to your clit when all he's met with are whines. your lip is practically stuck between your teeth as you squeeze your eyes shut. willing yourself not to cry just from some teasing. but god, was it hard.
"that's not an answer" katsuki huffs, his pace faltering as he analyzes izuku's motions against your clit. he scoffs at the sight, a cocky smirk plastered on his smug face. "youre not doin' it right, her clit's barely engorged." he laughs, moving his fingers in a gentle hooking motion, forcing sensations so deep it makes the tears spill over. it's a whole new feeling, the constant push against your g-spot, while izuku's finger's rub harder against your clit. it's overwhelming.
"fuck, suki. r-right there. please" you whine, turning to him as you bury your head into his shoulders.
izuku's eyes find you again, a scarred hand wiping away a stray tear on your cheek. "is that true, baby? does this not feel good?" he asks, pressing a small kiss onto your temple, ignoring the way a smirk threatens to spread across his lips as he watches your eyes widen in fear.
"n-no, it does. f-feels -mm fuck- feels s-so good," you whine, hands grabbing onto his wrist as his fingers continue relentlessly.
"thought it was cuz of me? i'm the one making you feel this good, squeezin' so hard around my fingers, that's all me, right?" the blonde huffs, traling his lips from your ear to the crook of your neck.
and at this point, you know you can't win. every nerve in your body aching from pleasure and overstimulation, your thoughts scattered to the point where you don't know whose hand is whose anymore.
you're not sure who's winning. but you know it isn't you.
“i’m back!” you chirped, throwing your keys onto the counter and taking off your shoes. to your surprise, you heard nothing in return. nothing except your room tv on faintly in the distance.
thinking that they probably fell asleep, you made your way to your room.
“mnggh—k-kachaan.”
you stopped in your tracks, assuming you were hearing things. your body grew with chills almost instantly at the sound of your boyfriends voice.
you were no novice to the sound of izuku’s moans, but you were sure you heard wrong.
but still, you stood there waiting for the sound again … just incase
“ohmygod” it came out like one word, broken, breathless and desperate. that was definitely izuku’s voice.
you inched closer to the door. eyes adjusting to the blurry figures you made out through the slit in the door
your mouth dropped open like a hungry dog at the sight in front of you. katsuki and izuku both shirtless and hair wet, sticking to their faces. izuku sat in between katsuki’s legs , back against his chest, face flushed and head thrown back.
you followed katsuki’s hand that stretched over izuku’s abs and into his jogging pants.
“t—to much kacchan, I can’t t-take it”
he squirmed and moaned and whined as katsuki stroked his sensitive tip, fingers glossy from the previous orgasms izuku had spilling all over and down his hands
“then whyre you still cummin’, huh?” izuku could only whimper in response, but it wasn’t enough for katsuki.
katsuki’s other hand suddenly fisted in his green curls, yanking izuku's head back to expose his already marked neck . “huh, you fuckin nerd?” he egged, a smirk playing on his lips while his thumb swipped mercilessly over izuku aching tip.
izuku’s back arched, a cracked moan escaping him lips simply from katsuki’s word and you felt your own legs clenching together
“be…because—mmmgn-”
his teeth grazed izuku’s ear as his stroking hand sped up, squelching obscenely now. “cus’ what.”
izuku’s hips jutted up into katsuki’s wet hand, lips red and puffy from him biting down too hard. he was panting like a dog, his eyes rolling back from overstimulation and the approach of his third orgasm
“tell me” katsuki growled, fingers tightening in Izuku's hair, just on the edge of it being painful. his other hand worked izuku with brutal efficiency, thumb pressing against his slit on every upward stroke. izuku’s thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets.
his breath hitched, words dissolving into a loud, throaty moan as katsuki twisted his wrist on the next stroke.
your own pulse hammered in your throat, fingers gripping the doorframe as izuku’s voice cracked
“fuuckk—kacchan please..”
“beggin’ ain't a answer” katsuki taunted, slowing his hand just enough to make Izuku whine, hips chasing the friction.
“because!” izuku gave in, thrusting into katsuki hand like a touch starved virgin, the knot in his stomach subsiding slowing “b-because it feels good when you t-touch me like this”
katsuki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. his grip tightened. "yeah?” katsuki hummed although it kinda sounded like a strained moaned “show me. one last time, handsome.”
then he dipped his head, biting down on izuku’s collarbone, tongue swirling around his skin as his hand sped up. wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
“yesyesyes—mmgghfuck i’m cumming—oh god” izuku moaned with a sob, cum splurting and spilling over katsuki’s fingers, and his stomach again.
katsuki didn’t let up, milking him through his entire orgasm. he placed kisses to his temple and forehead until izuku went boneless legs trembling.
shit, your own legs were trembling. the creak of the door opening had them both snapping their eyes towards you, izuku’s face immediately going red.
“oh my god..” you chuckled breathlessly, mouth agape. it wasn’t anything funny and actually you were painfully horny and wet now.
katsuki’s grin was all teeth. he had noticed you long ago but decided to let you creep, the feeling of you there watching only adding to his fuel.
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ 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 izuku’s 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
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: everyone thank 🍮 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. they’re 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
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n #2: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ 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 “mediator” of sorts
ꉂ ᵎᵎ 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 dumpster— the one you had destroyed in a fit of rage.
after becoming a pro-hero, money was the least of izuku’s worries— and for you, it never had been one at all. maybe that’s why you thought it didn’t matter if something broke; you could always just replace it. but that wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 — even a few top-class heroes who had practically begged him for political marriages, desperate to produce the next generation's strongest hero — but he chose you, a quirkless, spoiled brat who seemed determined to test the limits of his patience.
in a way, it wasn’t unusual— your arguments often followed the same pattern. you’d lash out, he’d stay calm— 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 didn’t know how to apologize properly— 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 him— 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 didn’t talk much with you. you didn’t either, guilt sitting heavy in your chest making it hard to even look his way. it didn’t help that the only conclusion you’d reached from the fight last night was that you were going to “talk” 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. “i’ll get it,” he called out, rising to his feet, his tone carrying a note of expectation— as if he was waiting for something or someone.
as he opened the door, a gruff “yo,” 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 weren’t 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.
“are you guys going somewhere?” you ask, wiping your wet hands on the fabric of your sweatpants as you approached the two men, confused on why katsuki was here.
“no, baby,” izuku said, turning his head down to look at you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “katsuki is here to help me with something.”
“with what?”
“making you less of a bitch,” katsuki says casually, like it was funny.
“excuse me?” you frown, caught off guard and offended, reactively shooting a look at izuku to see if he was going to allow his friend’s disrespect. “are you going to let him talk to me like that?”
izuku lets out a sigh, not necessarily happy with katsuki’s delivery or phrasing but he already knew the other man was not one to beat around the bush. “why would i do anything?”
“uhm— because you’re my boyfriend?”
“oh, but i thought i was the ‘worse boyfriend ever?”
“you said that?” katsuki asks, snickering.
your gaze bounces between the two men, incredulity and embarrassment washing over you. “is this about last night?" you ask in a hushed voice, trying to maintain some privacy in your relationship. “i thought you said we were going to talk about it...”
“we are,” izuku says evenly, his hand sliding to your hip, holding you in place. “katsuki’s just here to mediate. in a way.”
unease tightens in your chest as you glance between the two men once more. “what does that mean?”
with a lean towards you, katsuki takes it upon himself to spell it out for you, the condescension dripping from his voice. “it means your boyfriend wants me to show you worse.”
at his intimidation, you cling onto izuku, searching your boyfriend's face for an answer. “babe?” you question, fingers gripping the side of his shirt, hoping for some comfort.
instead, izuku only exhales, his body language calm but unreadable. “would you come with me to the bedroom?” he asks softly, not explaining anything to you.
“for what?”
“to talk.”
you start to protest — “not if he’s going to—” — but your words are cut off with a startled gasp as izuku lifts you up effortlessly, and slings you over his shoulder. “—izuku! put me down!”
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 izuku’s hand shoots out, gripping your wrist to halt your movement.
“stay,” he commands.
“izuku, this isn’t funny!” you bark back.
“do you see me laughing?” 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 izuku’s lap, pressing your back against his chest.
“she’s scared,” katsuki says with a chuckle, speaking about you like you were some sort of animal or pet.
“i’d be scared too,” izuku muses, “have you seen the way you look?”
“baby,” 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. “what’s actually going on? i don’t like this. i'm, i'm sorry for last night— but...”
hearing the tremor in your voice, izuku refocuses his attention back onto you, studying your posture. “we’re just talking, honey,” he says with a sigh, rubbing your shoulders. “no need to be so nervous.”
“i don’t see why your friend has to be here for that then.”
katsuki lets out a quiet laugh, as if there’s some joke you're not in on. izuku just reaches up, fingers brushing gently through your hair, trying to soothe you. “we need to talk about last night, my love— and how we are going to make sure it never happens again. katsuki's here to help with that.”
“okay well— it’s- it’s never going to happen again. are we done?”
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. “if only i could take your word for it, baby. but, lately... i just feel like you’ve been taking me for granted.”
at his tone, guilt tugs at your heart, and your voice drops in volume. “i don’t do that…”
he clicks his tongue softly. “really? because it wasn’t very nice of you to break my stuff last night— or to say those things about me.”
“i-i’m sorry,” you mumble, shame creeping up your neck. “i was just mad. i didn’t mean to...”
“yeah?” he asks, voice thoughtful, and not convinced. “i don’t know. it’s not the first time you’ve said mean things to me, you know. sometimes... it just feels like you don’t really love me...”
“i do love you!”
a pout forms on his lips, his eyes clouded with a look of pity. “then how come i find that you make me sad more times than happy, baby?”
not knowing what to say, your throat tightens, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. “i don’t mean to,” you whisper, finding that you’re repeating yourself. “i want to make you happy, izuku…”
izuku pauses for a long moment at your words, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes as his plan began to fall into place.
“…could you show me?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“show you…?”
“yeah,” he says slowly, leaning back as if weighing the words. “show me that you want to make me happy.”
you blink back tears, confused on what exactly he wanted, wishing he’d just tell you. “you want me to show you? how?”
his lips curve into a small smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “well,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the nape of your neck, “however you think is best. i just want to see what exactly you’d do to prove it to me.”
as your mind scrambles for an answer, desperate to make things right, it feels like the room starts to spin. “i’d do… whatever you want,” you decide at last.
another soft snicker escapes katsuki, but it’s izuku’s deepening smile that makes your stomach twist.
“really, baby? whatever i want?” 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.
“would you kiss katsuki?”
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. “is this… some kind of test?”
“nope,” he replies with the shake of his head, the expression smooth and calculated. “you got this idea that i'm mean to you, baby. i just want to show you that i’m not. katsuki here, would be kind enough to help me prove it.” his hand brushes your cheek, faking warmth. “if you really mean that you’d show me just how much you want to make me happy, then, show me.”
you hesitate as dread settles on your shoulders— 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 proceed— or maybe as a last-ditch plea for mercy, despite knowing deep down, there wouldn’t be any.
“ask katsuki if he could do you a favor,” is all izuku murmurs.
your hands wring together as the words stumble over each other— humiliation churning in your stomach. “bakugo—” you choke out, only to be interrupted by izuku’s sharp correction.
“katsuki, baby.”
"katsuki," you try again, almost whispering, his first name feeling too casual on your tongue. “could you do me a favor?”
katsuki's gaze lazily takes in your quivering form, throughly amused by izuku's approach with you, thinking it was all too unnecessarily gentle. “what was that?” he asks, encouraging you to repeat yourself.
“can you do me a favor?”
“hell are you so quiet for? speak up.”
your hands twist in the fabric of your shirt, reflecting the turmoil inside you as you don't meet his gaze. “i s-said, can you do me a favor?”
with a suck of his teeth, katsuki grabs you by the arm, bringing your face close to his ear. “grown ass woman but can't even fuckin' talk right. speak. up.”
“katsuki,” you repeat, louder this time, although through clenched teeth and shut eyes, “can you do me a favor?”
“ah,” he says, like he didn't understand you the whole time. “what sort of favor?”
“a kiss…”
“you want me to kiss you?” he asks, his teasing tone deliberately getting under your skin.
“i don’t want to kiss you—” you snap, embarrassment burning through you, and a sharp tsk from izuku cuts you off instantaneously. katsuki just lets out a low, drawn-out “oooh,” mocking your lack of self-control as you do something izuku clearly doesn’t like.
“get closer to him,” izuku tells you. reluctantly you do so, annoyed as you are forced to straddle katsuki’s lap. when he rests his hands on your hips, clearly enjoying himself, you can’t help but squirm. you avert your eyes, swallowing the fact that you’ll just have to go along with the blond’s teasing.
“katsuki, i want you to kiss me,” you mumble, begrudgingly. “can you kiss me?”
he laughs at your expression, his fingers curling around your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “you have to look at someone when you ask them a favor like this.”
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. “katsukicanyoupleasekissme?”
“damn, you fuckin' must like making things harder for yourself, huh? slowlyyyy, girl— i’m 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.
“katsuki can you please kiss me? i, i really want you to.”
“oh, good girl,” he praises, like you’re a dog. “a long kiss or a short kiss?”
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.
“a long one.”
“a long one,” you echo, silent tears dripping down your cheeks, a sight which goes straight to katsuki’s dick.
“i can give you a long one, yeah,” katsuki snickers, the grin on his face almost unsettling. “c’mere.”
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 deepens— not because you were kissing another man that wasn’t 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.
“i-izuku!” you called out to your boyfriend with a whine, hoping that he was now satisfied with this display. “he’s touching my boobs!”
however, his only response was a shrug, leaning back against the bed’s headboard as he continued to enjoy the show, but not without adjusting the position of his dick in his pants. “you know your safe word.”
at izuku’s 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.
“you into the prude act?” katsuki asks izuku with a chuckle, right after leaving a particularly painful one on your lower jaw.
“she’s not a prude,” izuku corrects, “she’s reserved.”
“reserved? that’s a cute word for it. i can see why you put up with her bullshit. these feel great,” katsuki comments on your tits, rolling a nipple in between his fingers and silencing your consequential whine with another deep kiss.
“yeah, they’re nice. you should try out her pussy.”
despite your haze, your thighs clench around katsuki’s hips at izuku’s offer to him, unknowing if it was anticipation or fear. nevertheless, you speak up, shaking your head.
“n-no! no! you said just a kiss, baby!”
your boyfriend simply arches an eyebrow at your protest. “you don’t think he needs to give you a kiss down there?”
“bet she’s already soaked,” katsuki adds with a laugh.
“i’m not!” 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.
“baby,” izuku calls out to you, beckoning for you to come to him. “come here.”
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.
“izuku, wait, no!” you cry, squirming to keep your pants on, not wanting to show his best friend proof of your arousal.
“quit it,” 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.
“looks like someone is a liar...” katsuki chuckles, now sitting in front of you as izuku kept your thighs open.
“jesus, babe,” 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. “you like being bullied, huh?”
all you can manage in response is a shake of your head, embarrassment tempting you once more to let tears roll down your cheeks.
“i told you,” 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. “girls don’t like when you play nice all the time. they like being treated like stupid whores.”
“is that right?” izuku asks, but your brain doesn’t register that he’s talking to you at first. at your lack of response, his hand taps your cheek to draw your attention. “hey— do you like it better when i’m nice or mean to you?”
“nice,” you choke out, tensing up as katsuki lays in between your legs, and rests his head on your knee.
“ah, so you think i’m mean to you sometimes?”
“i, no…?”
“i think she does,” 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 izuku’s fingers. “that’s a shame,” he mumbles. your breath hitches as he spreads your pussy’s lips to let his best friend take a look inside. “i think katsuki has to show you what mean actually is if you think i’ve ever been mean to you, baby.”
you find yourself shaking your head again — “nononono” — thighs trembling and twitching to clamp shut, yet unable to due to the pressure of izuku’s forearms against them. “oh no, yeah,” he mockingly pouts. “give katsuki another kiss, okay?”
your gaze meets katsuki’s 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.
“gross,” izuku grimaces as katsuki’s 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 izuku’s 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 katsuki’s mouth on you causes your back to grind against izuku’s 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.
“can i help you with your prob, problem, baby?” 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. “oh — my good girl — of course,” 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 katsuki’s 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 katsuki’s mercy as you are occupied with sucking izuku’s 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 “yeah… sh— good girl…” 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 izuku’s length at a comfortable speed, only for it to be interrupted when you feel katsuki’s 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. “baby,” he murmurs, the warning wrapped in softness, “if katsuki makes you cum before you make me, i’m gonna let him fuck your pussy till it’s wrecked.”
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, sucking— 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 izuku’s frenulum in a satisfying manner.
it’s 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.
“she came~” 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. “i didn’t— i didn’t, wait, wait,” you pleaded, hearing the rustle of katsuki’s belt unbuckle behind you, and hoping izuku would believe you and tell his friend to wait, despite knowing deep down he wouldn’t.
“if you didn’t cum,” 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, “then you wouldn’t be too sensitive for me to put it in, yeah?”
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. “y-yeah,” 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. “but, wait, you didn’t— fuck — you didn’t make me cum yet, you can’t—”
your chest heaves as he buries himself to the hilt, fresh tears running down your cheeks as you whimper and gasp. “s-stupid!” you spit out in frustration, before sobbing into your boyfriend’s 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.
“she’s — fuckkkk... yeah, baby, tighten up just like that — doing a lot... of talking for someone who should be sucking,” 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.
“is it too much?” izuku asks you with a murmur, checking in on you. when you shake your head, a soft smile spreads across his face. “good. then i don’t see why you stopped.”
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, katsuki’s 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 boyfriend’s pleasure. “suck,” he says plainly, like he’s doing you a favor since he’d 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, that’s when katsuki's movements stuttered, much to your annoyance. “sh-shit,” he curses, your back arching as he drills himself deeper. “it's chill, if, fuck, i do it inside— right?”
“she'd prefer it,” izuku answers for you since your mouth was occupied at the moment, heavy balls slapping against your chin. “always” — plap — “complaining” — plapplapplap — “when” — plap — “i” — plap — “let” — plap — “it” — plap — “out” — plap — “on” — plap — “her” — plap — “back.” 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. “fuuuuuck,” 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.
“gentlemanly,” 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 wasn’t 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. “i've been busy,” he shrugs. “i haven't gotten some in a bit. plus, i already made her cum earlier.”
with a sigh, izuku looks down at you, your jaw obviously beginning to ache. “that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend,” he murmured, yet your brain was too busy melting out of your ears to show any sort of response.
taking in your disheveled appearance — bites and handprints left all over you from katsuki, not to mention saliva, pre-cum, sweat, and tears coating your cheeks and neck — 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.
“my poor baby,” 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. “katsuki’s so mean, huh?”
“you made him be mean to me,” 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. “would you believe me if i said that’s just how he is?”
you nod quietly, murmuring. “he’s scary…”
before you know it, the teasing tip of izuku’s 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.
“you’re not gonna break my stuff anymore, right baby?” he asks with a throaty groan, half-lidded eyes not leaving where the two of you were connected, watching as katsuki’s cum inside you frothed around the base of his dick. “gonna be good for me so i don’t have to ask katsuki for anything anymore, right?”
“m-mhm…”
“promise?”
“yes, yeah…”
he smiles, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips. “i love you, baby.”
“i love you too…” you return, your pussy fluttering around him at his words.
katsuki, still lying on the bed and now checking his phone, mutters an “ew,” under his breath, undermining the moment.
izuku looks past you to furrow his brow at his friend. “if you’re done, you can leave.”
“i’m just a piece of meat to you…” katsuki says with a dramatic sigh, before searching the floor for his discarded clothes to put back on. “i’m eating whatever shit you got in your fridge.”
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. “you wanna take what you need, honey?” 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.
“careful,” izuku says with a breathlessly laugh, thumb wiping away the drool dribbling down your chin. “don’t tire yourself out so fast…”
“m’ okay,” you mumble before letting out a moan, eyes shutting tight when you angle yourself to hit that spot.
finding purchase on your hips, izuku’s hands help guide you up and down his length, as well maintain the pace. “who feels better, baby— me or katsuki?” he asks, goosebumps prickling your arms as his breath tickles your ear.
“you,” you reply immediately, and his heart melts at just how soft and clingy you were for him.
“yeah?” his head dips in between your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh. “you’re such a good girl; i’m sorry for being so mean to you,” he whispers against your skin, before placing an open-mouthed kiss. “it’s just because i love you, you know that right?”
your lips purse as you squirm under his ministrations, a familiar coil-like sensation threatening to snap soon. “i-i know— m’ gonna cum, izu…”
“me too,” 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.
“do you think he’ll make anything for us?” izuku asks, clearing his throat when his voice cracks with rawness.
you shake your head, sighing. “no— he’s selfish.”
izuku laughs gently, placing a kiss against your hairline. “i’ll uber something if he doesn’t. now, let’s go take a bath together, hm? gotta give my pretty girl her reward for taking her lecture so well too.”
your nose scrunches at the proposition, and you plop a pillow on his face, earning you a giggle from him. “ugh, no. if i have any more dick, i'm gonna throw up.”
🏁 eighteen plus only ! ⋆ minors don’t interact ⋆ angst ⋆ violence ⋆ tweakdoriya ⋆ mentions of kidnapping & crime ⋆ subtle bkdk ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya, pro hero katsuki bakugou, fem reader
this warehouse has been vacant for years.
an old storage unit just on the outskirts of the city once used for shipping textiles to more rural areas and towns without the larger more commercial shopping districts. but after a secret mission involving the busting of a huge underground crime syndicate along with the tactical skills of pro heroes from both across japan and overseas, the warehouse remains empty. rusting and unused, its location a forgotten memory in paperwork somewhere filled back at the public safety commission’s hq. unknown.
unknown to all except for a select few.
including that of pro hero deku, or to some. izuku midoriya.
a resounding crack echoes through the sole, widespread room. it’s sickening sound reverberating and bouncing off of the high ceilings and thick-set concrete walls. it’s loud enough to make you think … but you wouldn’t hear a peep if you’d happened to stroll by outside.
katsuki grimaces underneath the high collar of his hero suit. unblemished, aside from rubble and ash. practically clean like a normal day’s work. he can’t stand to look, red eyes drawn to a mouse scampering across the damp, floor cracked and dotted with puddles of sewage. he can’t look because he can’t stand how squeaky clean he appears in comparison to deku. crimson blooms against dark green, seeps into the happy golden of his cape and stains the pure white of his gloves.
another sickening crack breaks through the silence, blood splattering to the stone floor and onto freckled cheeks.
“i won’t ask you again,” izuku growls, menacing — terrifying in a way that would be unimaginable to the people that knew him best. hell, even kacchan was scared. “where is she?” he punctuates each word with another slam of his fist against this poor stranger. this person. their visage shattered, teeth missing and the bones providing any form of facial structure surely broken.
katsuki doesn’t even recognise the person they’d brought here tonight. someone who was supposedly there the day you were taken. swept up in a crowd during a huge villain attack, pieces of your clothes and your hair and jewellery mailed in bubble wrapped packages to izuku’s agency, his home. your home. nearly everyday for the last two months.
he can’t even begin to imagine the levels pain, the fear and the anger that swirls within his childhood friend’s bloodstream but he can see that it’s entirely too much for one man to handle. vivid in the strokes of violence izuku acts out. the informant or stranger they were meant to be integrating lies a heap of snapped bones and bloodied features in a chair under piercing white light — accentuating the extent of their injury.
but every wet snack and forceful impact pulls another scream of terror from them. a plead for mercy as izuku loses another second of composure. he’s not who he was back then, he wasn’t even like this during the war — lost to grief he’s not even sure is real. how can you grieve someone when you don’t know if they’re dead or alive?
“i-i… ‘m sorry please! i don’t… i dont know!”
“can’t say, i’ve never seen much value in a liar.” izuku misses you. he’s scared for you. and love has no bounds like a man scorned. he’ll go as far as he needs to in order to bring you home safe. he licks the dots of coagulated blood from his cheeks — charging up fa jin for another jaw shattering impact.
“please! please let me go i don’t know!”
if japan could see their symbol of hope now. would they really still believe? that this was the same boy, who saved everyone … villain or not… with a smile?
“quit. lying.” izuku midoriya’s voice wobbles with a pain no one should ever have to experience.
“i-i’m not!”
katsuki finally pushes off the wall, finally intervenes because he’d let izuku get away with many things but murder isnt one of them. or at least multiple. there have been too many bodies dropped off anonymously at hospitals, some almost beyond repair. “that’s fucking enough, izuku.” he murmurs. “cut it out, you’ll kill the guy.”
“what makes you think i care, kacchan?” spinning to face dynamight, izuku snarls harsh and menacingly. “this fucker knows something. he knows what they did to her. he was there.”
“he says he doesn’t know, izuku. let’s give it a rest for tonight.” katsuki counters, trying not to set the latter off.
“i can’t rest, kacchan.” it’s like he’s snapping, still that boy who cries from appreciation when being helped by friends but now that man who hurts and so hurts others. every stitch that made izuku midoriya, deku, unravels like they’ve been unpicked by the person who kidnapped the love of his life. and the one person, the only one who can bring him back to sanity and put him back together is you… and you’re missing. “it’s been two months since we heard anything. the commission are closing down her case. they sent me her fucking ring. what will it be next, her finger? i’m not waiting around for someone to do something. not stopping until she comes home. even if it mean beating the crap out of the worthless.”
he turns back, winding up his fist — eyes glowing with a murderous intent no one would ever know izuku possessed. “tell me,” he seethes, teeth grit and jaw locked. “where. she. is.”
“i don’t know… i don’t—”
“one for all, one hundred percent—”
katsuki can’t watch another second. moving before his mind had caught up — sparking palms encapsulating deku’s deadly wrist and using his grip to flip the green haired hero to the ground. “izuku god fuckin’ damn it,” he yells, out of warning or fear. he can’t tell. “look at yourself, drenched in blood that ain’t even yours. we’re not going to get anywhere if you keep killin’ the leads.”
the blonde knows better, moving quick to pin deku down to the floor and pull his wrists tight against his back. “let me go, kacchan.” he warns.
“no, you’re outta your goddamn mind.” bakugou mutters back, doing a quick check on the informant with his eyes. relieved at the subtle rise and fall of their chest despite being passed out.
“i said, let me go.” this time, it comes out as a threat.
“no.” the blonde refuses to give.
“bakugou.”
“deku.”
izuku flips the scene, using his weight to roll from his old friend’s faltering grip. one moment, dynamight is up right and the next, he gets a handful of one for all and metal armour to the face, forcing him across the warehouse floor as if all his muscle and weight were a mere tumble weed. izuku is fast when he’s pissed off, throbbing with anger and danger that could kill. it’s then, that katsuki is trapped, glued to the floor by muscular legs that straddle his hips — now with one hand practically crushing his windpipe.
“what?” katsuki laughs with a rasp, though his pulse quickens the less air he manages to intake. crimson lines his gums, stark against his pearly white teeth. “you gonna kill me too? she’d be fuckin’ pissed, you know.”
the green haired hero hesitates, only for a second — just enough for his movements to slow, for there to be an opening of weakness. bakugou moves quick, heavy studded combat boot landing square in the stomach of his childhood friend to kick him off, an explosion at the ready in case he needed it. it wouldn’t be the first time the two fought, but with the carnage izuku was displaying — it could very well be the last.
groaning as he rolls to sit up, izuku midoriya laughs — forehead just as bloody as the guy he’d beaten to a pulp just mere meters away. protected by kacchan. “i would if i had to.”
“would she want that? want you to keep hurting people? beat these guys nearly half to death? even the people you love?” the blonde quips back, forcing himself to sit up too — filling his lungs with the air he’d struggled to breath just moments ago.
“don’t talk about her like she’s gone and you know what she’d say. you’re not her, kacchan. no matter how much you stick to my side, you never will be. you’re just a tool to get her back.” izuku blood where his childhood friend has busted his lip but hauls himself to stand on weary legs anyway. dazed but daring the latter for a fight. his words land like a sword dipped in poison, ready to cut at a moments notice. they make katsuki freeze, cause his heart to stop and hurt to flood his veins. all he wants is to help. to bring you back home to the people who love you. both he and izuku included.
“that’s not fair.” dynamight whispers, shell shocked.
but it’s not like izuku cares. his thirst for the blood of those who took you have him too far gone now. he rolls his shoulders, checking for dislocations, but leaves the goon. he heads straight for the warehouse door without so much as a glance back to his partner. his hero partner.
“get in my way again, and it’ll be you who ends up nearly half dead next.”
the world sees izuku as their symbol. one of hope and one of dream, but to you… he’s just your hero. the one who saved you, always with a smile. so they don’t know the lengths he’d go to, how many skulls he’d shatter, organs he’d tatter, lives he’d take to make sure you came back to him.
he’d be bloody and delirious and maybe a wanted criminal… but at least, he would be smiling when he saw you again too.
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