Body & Soul (BKDK x Reader)
Pairing : Bakugou x reader x Deku (aged-up characters)
Rating : E, 18+
Tags : Fem reader, use of the pronouns âshe / herâ | PWP | established relationship | polyamory | threesome | praise kink | a bit of degradation (more like them being condescending little shits, but no insults) | edging | oral sex (f & m receiving) | facefucking (kind of) | uhh double-teaming?? | excessive use of petnames | Just the boys manhandling you into oblivion | I'm a whiny sub and it shows in my fics < that should be an AO3 tag | Some shippy moments because I canât help myself đ | This is so self-indulgent huh | Guys life's too short to choose just one
Word count : 8842 [AO3]
Summary : Just a little birthday present your sweet boyfriends planned for you.
A/N : It's been literal months, and wow, itâs finally out. So have these 8K of filth while I write something bigger and with an actual plot. Thank you to @hoe-dorokiâ for beta-reading and dealing with my pervy ass <3
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
The slam of your apartment door echoes like a thundering gong bringing a boxing match to an end. A second after, you can almost hear the emptiness, the calm your home is so suddenly falling back into. A worn-out sigh passes the barrier of your lips to crash against the solid wood of your front door.
You came home around 7PM, drained from a rough patrol, to your friendsâand boyfriendsâwaiting for you with a great surprise party. You canât say you werenât at least half expecting it, but it still warmed your heart to no end, seeing everyone there to celebrate in your honor. And it was a great night: all good laughs and cool music and class A shenanigans, as usual. But fuck, is the quiet of an empty apartment relaxing without Kaminari and Minaâs masterfully executed karaoke, or without Katsukiâs relentless yelling for Sero to âget your damn smelly feet off the fucking table, you filthy son of a bitchâ.
Speaking of, as soon as you turn around to take a painful glance around your absolute chaos of a living room, you see no sign of either of your boyfriends. Katsuki is fussy, and Izuku is not a quitterâthey wonât let you clean up this mess on your own, especially on your birthday. Still, maybe a little reminder wouldnât hurt:
âGuys! Come on, thereâs so much to clean up. Iâll do the dishes, youâll just have to tidy up this mess!â
You only get silence for an answer, but you donât bother waiting for too long. Itâs about 1AM and you still have so much to do. You grab most of the used plates all over the room and head to the kitchen, getting straight to it. You donât get halfway down your gigantic pile of dishes before you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist in a loving grip.
If the gesture itself didnât betray him, you would easily recognize him by smell alone. Pine trees and a hint of citrusâIzuku is living proof that you can smell like a color. The freshness of it coats your space in a dizzying cloud as he nuzzles the side of your neck. It comes out muffled, warm and enticing when he speaks into the sensitive skin there. âArenât you coming to bed with us, honey?â
He sounds like a man with a planâone heâs certain youâre going to follow. You keep your hands busy, scrubbing one plate after another, trying not to let yourself get distracted.
âWe still gotta clean up all this mess, Izu. We canât just leave it all like this.â You try to sound as firm as possible, to pretend the magnetic heat of him against your back doesnât affect you.
âBut you canât clean up before you get all your presents,â he breathes directly in your ear, because this little shit knows you wouldnât hesitate to jump off a bridge if he asked you that way.
That pokes at both your curiosity and at the warm feeling leisurely creeping between your legs. As if his intentions werenât clear enough, his rough, calloused hands slip up beneath your shirt, letting his fingertips graze at the skin of your stomach. It sends a surge of shivers down your whole body.
âYou know itâs not my birthday anymore?â you laugh, nodding towards the clock at the kitchenâs side wall.
âThe day is not over until we say so, angel,â he whispers, and the warm air it blows at the side of your neck crashes like a hot wave flooding through your core.
This guy is a literal rabbit. It must be his hidden quirk, there is no other plausible explanation. Undeniably the horniest out of you three, and God knows thatâs saying something.
Giving up on the dishes in admitted defeat, you set the one youâre holding aside before turning around to face Izuku. His arms havenât left your waist, still firmly looped around you. Now that youâre facing him, you catch a glint of something in his bright eyes, an impish glow thatâs not really like him. You feign a dramatic, exasperated sigh.
âI donât have that much of a choice, do I?â you say, unable to repress a sly grin.
Your fate is sealed with a little shake of his head and a satisfied twist of his lips. Your feet are lifted from the floor, drawing a high yelp out of you, followed by a giggle as soon as your legs wrap around his hips. Just the familiar feel of his hands digging in the flesh of your thighs makes you wonder how you couldâve been reluctant in the first place. Your arms circle his neck and you take a deep breath in the curly mess of hair at his nape, high on the invigorating smell. He walks you to the bedroom in a few strides and youâre unceremoniously tossed on the bed.
The moment your back hits the mattress feels like falling into the lionâs den. And the predatorâs menacing gaze falls over you, upside down, in the form of two clear-cut rubies, sharp enough to cut your skin and paint it in the very same color.
Harsh fingers take a firm grip on your jaw and you canât look anywhere but into those threatening eyes.
âLooking for me, princess?â His voice is deep, raw, as sweet as his smell. It fills your lungs and pools into a honey puddle deep in your belly.
âHm. I was starting to think you were avoiding cleaning. Wouldnât have been nice of you.â
His grip on your jaw tightens, unyielding, making you yelp again.
âI donât avoid anything, you brat.â
Refusing to lose yet another staring contest, you can only feel your shirt riding up to your chest and Izukuâs entrancing mouth dropping sweet kisses up and down your stomach. He barely lifts his head to chime in, âWe wouldnât let our dear princess do all the cleaning on her birthday, would we, Kacchan?â
âWe wonât let her clean, but we damn well can shut that smartass mouth up.â
Katsukiâs grin is all sharp canines and predatory threat as he leans down closer, your noses almost touching. His next words are only whispers but hold the authority of a leaderâs command:
âGet on your knees.â
You canât repress the challenging gaze you shoot him, just for the sake of pride. You must be looking very intimidating right now from your place under him. Hell, you probably look silly upside down. Katsuki doesnât look silly upside down, though. He looks just as gorgeous, as magnetic, as ever.
With an authoritative raise of his eyebrow, you finally oblige. You stand on your knees between them, facing Izuku and feeling Katsuki like a menacing shadow right behind you.
You barely get the time to kneel straight before two scarred hands cup your face and pull you into a kiss. Itâs as sweet as alwaysâlanguid and passionate, mesmerizing, his lips speaking volumes without a sound escaping them, with the exception of a few moans and whimpers.
You melt into the kiss instantly, relishing the embers his hands are igniting down your sides and burying your own fingers into his hair. Another pair of hands soon makes an appearance on your hips while another mouth assaults your neck with open-mouthed kisses and ferocious bites. His hungry lips trace the column of your neck like an animal would, and it sounds like a growl when he whispers, âYou donât think Iâm gonna let Deku have you all for himself, do you?â
Your face is forced away from Izuku with a rough grip on your chin and a high squeal escapes you as he takes over your mouth, angry and dominant. Itâs all tongue and teeth with Katsuki, his own way of claiming you all over again, every single time.
Your skirt rides up your thigh with a stroke of his other hand, meanwhile Izuku takes advantage of your exposed neck to bury his face there, mouthing at your throat and slipping his hands under your shirt. His fingers gently graze your sides before settling on your ribs to thumb at the undersides of your breasts.
Theyâve got you drenched already, dripping so much into your panties itâs getting uncomfortable. Your hands are gripping both their hair but you let go as soon as you feel Izukuâs hands pulling your shirt up to peel it off. Youâre left panting as you part from Katsuki's mouth and your shirt is sent flying.
It dawns on you that the two of them are still fully dressed, but the tentative hands you raise to reach up and start unbuttoning Izukuâs shirt are immediately slapped away, courtesy of Katsuki.
âYouâre not getting us naked before you are, princess.â His voice is a low grumble, leaving no room for discussion. His fingers brush against your back when he unclips your bra before letting Izuku gently slide the straps down your arms and throw it to join your shirt.
âKind of unfair, isnât it?â You try not to get flustered from the nakedness of your chest and raise an eyebrow at Izuku, but youâre not addressing him. Not only, at least.
âIf you wanted fair, maybe you should have thought about that before dating the two of us.â Katsukiâs voice is scornful, mocking. It makes your inner brat want to riot but brings the good girl you want to be down to her knees.
He grabs the zip of your skirt, before Izuku stops him.
âWait, Kacchan. Leave the skirt, IâŠI like her like this.â His voice is soft, quiet and shaky like heâs not announcing your little skirt makes him hard as wood.
You donât see him, but you can feel Katsuki smirking behind you.
âYou dirty little perv.â
Izuku gets closer, his hands back on your waist, mumbling so low Katsuki mustâve barely heard him. âCanât help it, sheâs so hot dressed like this.â His hand creeps up your inner thigh, a light stroke that makes you hold a whimper as he leans into you, tantalizingly close as he all but whispers, âDid you dress up just for us, angel? You know what youâre doing to us when you dress like this, donât you?â You can only nod in response, can only lock your hazy gaze in Izukuâs as your audacity to answer dies in your throat.
âBrat fucking knows what sheâs doing. Sheâs practically begging for this.â
You shoot Katsuki a heated glare over your shoulder, but Izuku guides your face back to him with a tender hold of your chin, only to drop a soft peck on your lips. Then another at the corner of your mouth. Another at your cheek. A few ones at your jaw, multiple down your neck and collarbones. The lower he wanders, the bolder his mouth gets. The wet heat of his tongue peeks out and reaches your nipple. A light gasp escapes you as he starts sucking at it, squeezing your other breast with a hand so gentle despite its roughness.
It gets hungrier, messier and youâre pressed harder against Katsukiâs firm chest and the soft cotton of his button-up shirt. Heâs ferociously nipping at your ear as his hands wander lower down your hips. Slipping over your short skirt, then under, where he keeps his fingers teasing over the fabric of your panties.
His finger dragging just above your clit creeps up on you like the first strike of lightningâyou saw the storm building up for hours, but the white flash still startles you. And thunder rumbles with the echoing sound of his low chuckle in reaction to your pathetic sob. His fingers trail lower and lower, until it reaches the pad of fabric at your crotch.
âFuck, dripping already?â he mocks, though youâre sure it copiously feeds his starving ego.
The lips around your nipple turn into teeth at Katsukiâs words, not without a muffled whine.
âWant me to leave her panties on too, Deku?â Katsuki scoffs in a tone of faux complaisance, his fingers hooking into the elastic of your underwear.
Izuku speaks against your breasts, his lips brushing your hardened bud with every word. âDonât be like that, Kacchan. I know you like it as much as I do.â
âDamn right I do.â
âCan you two stop talking like Iâm not here? You know, if youâre not focused enough I might end up disappointed.â
It all happens in a matter of seconds. Maybe you should have seen it coming but you absolutely donât before youâre suddenly manhandled and whipped around like you donât weigh more than a ragdoll. Katsukiâs knee bumps your thigh aside so that your legs part and you land on your butt on Izukuâs lap. Youâre now facing Katsuki, and heâs sporting this signature feral grin that makes you think you should have shut up for once.
Your panties are literally ripped off you, the poor piece of fabric flying out of the way. You are only left with your extremely short excuse of a skirt thatâs doing a terrible job at covering you, especially since it rides up with every bump of Izukuâs hard-on against your lower back.
One holds your arms back as the other sets your ankles on his broad shoulders, both in firm grips you canât escape. Katsuki speaks between your legs, the cool air of his words blowing over your most intimate parts.Â
âIâll make sure you regret the attitude, princess.â
His eyes donât leave yours as he dives in. His gaze is proud and menacingâheâs so confident in his ability to ruin you, and God knows he should be.
The first lick of his tongue makes you short-circuit, hot and sharp, snaking through you and itâs only the start of a maddening series. Your head drops back onto Izuku's shoulder, and he isnât one to let such an opportunity go to wasteâhis mouth runs fond but ardent trails on the exposed skin of your neck.
Both your hands reach out to bury in their respective hair, grabbing a handful of each, pulling a bit with every flick of Katsukiâs tongue. Katsukiâs hair is prickly and dry under your palm, a feeling youâve gotten used to during all the times youâve grabbed it while he drove you to madness, just like right now. Izukuâs hair is so soft, on the other hand, because he just washed it, but it tends to get greasy faster. And it is a mess, a wild nest of heavy curls that fall so naturally all over his face, it makes you wonder how youâve never seen a bird coming out of here.
Katsukiâs mouth is demonic, merciless. His eyes are fixed on his prey, relentless and focused. He knows exactly where to target and when. Every move, every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips and vibration from his throat is deliberate, a savage intention to tear you apart piece by piece until thereâs nothing left but a mess of slick and breathy moans.
Still, you keep your lips tightly pressed. The urge to make noise, expressing your pleasure is overwhelming, truly. But youâre still a bit self-conscious about moaning shamelessly in front of not one man but two. You trust them with your life, but your pride always holds you back a bit from being loud. Until they decide they wonât have any of that anyway. A series of whines and hisses works up and dies in your throat as Katsuki toys with your clit with the tip of his tongue.
A light, but loud slap spreads tingles into the flesh of your thigh and you open your eyesâyou didnât even realize they were closedâonly for them to fall over Katsukiâs all-consuming gaze between your thighs. His mouth doesnât stop, still unrelenting on you.
âI think he wants you to stop holding back, angel. We both do.â Izukuâs mouth is running up to talk against your jaw, about as determined as the one between your legs. âYou can let go for us, honey. Do you trust us?â
Your frantic nod comes without an ounce of hesitation. Of course you trust them. You wouldnât hesitate to put your life in the palm of their hands after all.
Izuku has a low giggle at that. Devilishly cute.
âPerfect, then show us.â
Katsuki lets his tongue leave your clit only to wrap his lips around it and suck, hard.
Your lips part with a mind of their own, and the sound escaping them is nothing short of sinful. And itâs only the first of an escalating series, your inhibitions flying out the window as they both double their efforts to unravel you.
âThere it is, such a good girl. Show Kacchan heâs doing a good job. He loves to hear you say it.â
Katsuki revels in every single one of your reactions, he really does. But what Izuku forgets to mentionâbecause he knows youâre perfectly aware of itâis that he loves to hear you react to Katsukiâs ministrations even more. There are only two places where you witnessed Izuku going absolutely feral. On the battleground, facing a villain heâs about to Detroit Smash into a brick wall. And on this very bed, feeling the vibrations of Katsukiâs name when you softly whimper it into his mouth.
But you donât even need to put on a show: when Katsuki eases a finger inside you, something in you snaps and you get loud. Both your hands tighten their grip on their hair, and Izuku grabs your jaw to lead you into a sloppy kiss. âKissâ being a fancy word for screaming ridiculous mixes of their namesâyouâre trying your bestâinto his mouth. The hand thatâs not holding your face keeps a harsh grip on your breast, then runs down on your stomach to grasp the fabric of your skirt so tight his knuckles are turning white.
Izukuâs rutting against the round curve of your ass, his mouth leaving yours to pant hot air at your nape and if Katsukiâs mouth wasnât already pushing you to tumble on a path to delirium, that alone probably would.
âGod, angel, the sounds you makeââ
Katsukiâs finger is joined by another, instantly dragging in and out against that spot that gets you boiling inside, and that he always finds too damn fast. Your walls tighten, your breath cuts right in your throat. Thereâs only a silent scream between Izukuâs open mouth and your own. The sturdy roots of Katsukiâs hair are put to a challenging test under your grip.
Then everything stops.
Katsukiâs mouth parts from you and your whole world feels empty. You consider yelling your rage, giving that bastard a piece of your mind, but, in your cloudy haze, all that comes out is a whiny, ridiculous, âNooo, Katsuki, why would you do that?â
Your hand is snatched out of his hair and the pure intensity of his gaze all over you cuts any intention of throwing a tantrum, even when Izukuâs low giggle at your misery feels a lot like fuel to your seething fire. Katsuki keeps his tone impassive as he says, âTrust me princess, when you do cum itâll be hard enough to send you into another dimension.â
Izuku chimes in before you get to say anything, and when you catch the honeyed purr of his voice into your ear, âKacchan, gimme a taste,â youâre so grateful he did.
An obscene smirk stretches Katsukiâs godly features, still glistening with your juices under the dim light of your bedroom.
Their lips collide just above your shoulder. Itâs magnetic and inevitable. And it is messyâboth their faces are now dripping with your slick. Izuku takes everything with outrageous hunger, his tongue swirling around Katsukiâs, not missing a single drop of you. He hums into the kiss, buries a hand into Katsukiâs hair thatâs welcomed with a low and guttural groan, and youâyouâve never been wetter in your entire life.
Itâs in moments like this that you truly feel like the luckiest dumbass on this entire planet. You never get tired of witnessing thisâthem. Together. Of being blessed with the holy sight of their noses brushing as they shift angles, of Izukuâs shameless moans and Katsukiâs sharp hisses, of their smiles, warm, fond against each otherâs mouth. Itâs something theyâve both worked so hard for, they deserve itâdeserve each otherâs love and your own and so much more.
When they finally part, youâre feeling dizzy, like you were the one kissed out of breath. Izuku speaks against Katsukiâs mouth, eyes half-lidded and voice throaty with lust. âGod, I wanna taste her.â
âGo right ahead, nerd.â
Izuku pets a gentle hand in your hair, the cotton clothing his chest still pressed against your back. "Whaddya say, angel? Wanna sit on my face?â
You raise a sassy eyebrow at him, a bitter taste persisting on the tip of your tongue. âWill I get to actually cum this time?â
âIf you behave, weâll see about that,â Katsuki snaps in his place, from the side of the bed where heâs now standing and already going for the first top buttons of his shirt. Judging by his amused grin, the glare you try to shoot him probably looks more like a childish pout than anything menacing.
You feel Izuku shifting to lay down behind you, caging you between those massiveâstill clothedâthighs of his. Your eyes follow Katsukiâs fingers working each button open, finally revealing his toned torso for your fascinated eyes and itâs embarassing how you canât stop staring. The bright white fabric slides down his arms, following each and every curve of ripped muscle, every vein and every scar marking his skinâ
And itâs a condescending whistle that gets you to finally look back up to meet the same sly grin that hasnât left his damn gorgeous face. You take the twist of his index as an order to turn around and take your place on Izukuâs face, so you do.
As soon as you straddle his freckled cheeks, heâs looking up at you like you invented beauty, the bright emerald of his eyes turning into something dark and fervid. The telltale clang of Katsukiâs belt reaches your ears, followed by the unmistakable thump of fabric crashing to the wooden floorâit all makes you twitch above Izukuâs waiting mouth. His hands run up your thighs in a languid stroke and you finally take your seat. His eyes are sparkling with lust as he meets you halfway, lifting his head a bit, so eager to finally get you on his lips.
Itâs sloppier with Izuku, like heâs making out with your intimate parts. He eats you out like a feast, like a starved man whoâs suddenly offered a whole buffet and forgets how to use cutlery. A raw, hungry âmmmâ resonates through your core, sending vibrations all over you. You look down at him, pulling your skirt up and all you see are half-lidded, mesmerized green eyes.
The tips of his fingers sink deeper and deeper in the soft flesh of your hips and heâs willing to take everything from you, drinking at the source with his eyes closed like he just found the Fountain of Youth, and heâs not letting go until heâs drained it dry. His skin is growing a pretty shade of pink under his freckles as he forgets all about breathing.
Heâs pushing his tongue inside you, deliberately avoiding your clit because he knows itâll get you to ride his face at some point. It does, like every time: your hips move on their own, rocking over him and he thanks you with a pleased mewl vibrating through your whole being and a ravenous suck on your clit.
âOh God, Izuku, just like that...fuckâyes!â
The high wail of your last word almost covers the other ring of a belt that resonates through the steamy air of the room. But you heard it just fine, and as your eyes meet Izukuâs, you figure he also did. His wide, wet eyes are looking up at you with something that looks like panic. In a second his lips let go of you as his head falls back and âobsceneâ doesnât even begin to describe the moan that passes his shiny lips.
âFuuuck, KacchanâŠâ
You turn around as much as the position lets you, and what you find there makes you clench instantly: Izukuâs cock stands free, rising from his open zipper and pulled down briefs, shining with pre-cum and the wet trail Katsuki just left over the whole length of it. Katsukiâs leaning over him, focused, working his tongue over and around the tip, redder than ever. He didnât even notice you, unashamedly staring.
He took the time to open Izukuâs shirt all the way down, letting you admire the erratic rise and fall of his stomach with every erratic pant. The sight is breathtaking and, feeling the grip of Izuku hands on your hips, thereâs nothing you can do to contain your high, desperate whine.
Katsuki eyes rise on you, quick and sharp, and pure mischief lights up his eyes instantly. You catch the glimpse of a smirk right before he speaks. âLike what you see, princess?â
Your lips are parted but no sound comes out; your nod is barely conscious.
âThatâs too bad, because you donât get to watch.â He shifts to land a hard smack on your ass, making you wail in what you cannot really identify between pain and pleasure.
âBe a nice girl and turn around to focus on whatâs in front of you.â His lips brush against Izukuâs rock hard cock with every word, and judging by the little whimpers under you, Izukuâs probably feeling every single one of them.
âAnd you damn nerd better get back to work. That pussy ainât gonna lick itself.â
Izuku pulls you back to his mouth with a bruising grip on your ass and a muffled moan for an answer. As if the sound alone wasnât enough, when you turn around, youâre blessed with the hottest picture you ever laid your unworthy eyes on.
Izukuâs gaze is back on you, a teary, unexpected mix of panic and determination, but focused like he was never distracted, his brows curving in a slight frown that strains harder as soon as Katsuki is back on him. You can almost read his every move on Izukuâs cock, the face between your legs growing redder, the hands on your ass spilling flesh between splayed fingers.
One of his scarred hands runs up your ass to stroke the small of your back, pushing you closer to him, willing to suffocate in your heat and die a happy man. The harder Katsuki goes on him, the louder he gets against you, his every noise reverberating against and into you in a delicious echo.
His shoulders and chest bump up against your ass repeatedly with every thrust into Katsukiâs face. The feeling fills your hazy mind like thick smoke; Izukuâs desperate hips rising and falling, hitting Katsukiâs nose, his ribs beginning to show, stretching the freckled skin of his abdomen. Itâs all wild imagination only, since you canât see anything aside from half of Izukuâs burning face, but that alone tells you all you need to know about whatâs going on behind you. You let your fingers lazily run through his bangs, pushing them back so you get the total view of his gorgeous face in all its flushed glory.Â
Youâre openly riding his face now, your soft whimpers growing into desperate wails as you come closer to your well deserved orgasm and, apparently, so does Izuku. His muffled cries grow in intensity with every second, and your gentle push of his hair grows into a harsh tug. His nose wrinkles, hitting your clit while his tongue slows down on your slit every time Katsuki does something a little bolder. But it speeds back up with renewed vigor, every single time, dragging all the way up to your clit.
âAhâP-Please, Zuku, baby, pleaseâŠâ
Maybe it's Katsuki's raw groan behind you in reaction. Maybe itâs the glorious sight of Izukuâs eyesâthe intense black of his pupils eating up the pretty green of his irises. Maybe itâs a bit of both, but it all throws you over the edge with such violence your knees almost give out.
And well, Katsuki didnât lie earlier. Youâre given a glimpse of heaven as you ride your orgasm on Izukuâs face. From what you can see from your place, heâs coming too, hard, wiggling under you but pulling you tighter against his face, digging his nails into your hips hard enough to bruise for a week. Youâre crying with pleasure, your moan long, desperate and joining Izukuâs own muffled scream between your legs.
Youâre not given a second to come down from your high. Two strong hands pull you back by the hips and youâre snatched out of Izukuâs grip before you find yourself straddling his waist. Katsukiâs massive forearm comes to loop around your middle, cutting the air right out of your lungs as he slams your back against his chest. His hand grips at your skirt, slips under it and flicks it up, letting the scorching heat of his cock tease the delicate skin of your ass. Leaving a hand on your hip to hold the fabric up, he lets the other crawl back to your jaw, keeps you from turning around and forces your face ahead, your dazed eyes naturally falling over Izukuâs exhausted form laying there, entirely bare aside from his shirt spread open.
A warm, panting breath settles by your ear as Katsuki speaks right into it. âMaybe I should thank Deku for getting you all ready for me.â
His words are punctuated by a rock of his hips against your ass, slow, languid. The massive length of him stands against you like a threat, like a promise, and it makes you whimper for it.
Izukuâs eyes are now fixed on you, an enthralled expression tinting his wide eyes and parted lips, still glimmering with your slick up to his nose.
Katsuki enters you without warning, the both of you straddling Izukuâs hips as he fills you full. Youâre dripping with slick and spit and lust so he slides right in, but that doesnât make the stretch any easier to handle. He gives you the time to adapt, the harsh hand on your jaw dropping to your breast in a stroke so gentle it almost makes you forget how hard he usually fucks, and how it shouldnât be any different today. Just the thought of it makes a grin crack on your face and your walls clench around him, earning a deep groan. Heâs thumbing at your nipple, a tender gesture that makes you melt on your knees.
One of your hands reaches up to scratch the short hair at his nape, which he knows means that he can move, so he does. He sets a slow pace, just dragging in and out, his nose brushing against your neck, breathing you in.
Your eyes fall over Izuku, whoâs getting visibly hard by the second, half-lidded eyes drifting down to where your body and Katsukiâs join while the sheets crease under his grip. A hint of warm air hits the side of your neck with Katsukiâs chuckle.Â
âHowâs the view from down there, nerd?â
Izukuâs eyes lift, switching between yours and Katsukiâs, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He sits up, never breaking eye contact, and peels out of his shirt with such urgency, you swear you caught a glimpse of green lightning. With a mind of its own, his hand reaches down to his own cock to stroke it lazily as he speaks against your jaw, his voice surprisingly deep, âSo freaking amazing.â
The words go straight down to your pussy like they never even passed by your ears. You donât even acknowledge how loud you moan until you hear the both of them chuckle with pride. Katsukiâs thrusts are getting faster, stronger too, and a sloppy, lewd rhythm soon bounces against the walls of your shared room.
âAre you really gonna let Deku take care of this by himself? Come on baby, the least you can do is be a good girl and help him out.â
Youâre almost sent flying over Izuku with a particularly harsh thrust and youâre not very proud of the squeal that escapes you as you barely manage to hold yourself up on your hands. Izukuâs back hits the mattress, but he still has the reflex to hold your shoulders so you donât tumble all over him.
Katsuki doesnât stop pounding into you for a second, still going faster. Holding yourself up on one hand, you reach down to grab Izuku with the other, immediately catching up to the pace he set himself. Now that both his hands are free, Izuku reaches up to cup your face, looking up at you with adoring eyes, so bright and tender and loving.
âGod, baby...You look gorgeous when you get fucked like this,â he coos as one of his hands trails up to bury in your hair. You cry out at both his words and Katsukiâs hips, now hitting your ass with every thrust in an unwavering rhythm. You tighten your grip around Izuku, rubbing your thumb over his tip. His head falls back on the pillow, his hair a halo of green softness spread over the linen.
âHnnn, yes, keep going, angel...feels so goodââ
Thatâs when Katsuki decides itâs a good moment to speed up again. The strength heâs charging on your abused pussy grows up with every slap of skin against skin, and it hits just right every single time. Youâre a mess between them, a puddle of cries and whimpers. Another particularly hard thrust makes you lose balance again but this time, you crumble head first on Izukuâs chest, your nose bumping one of his collarbones as you accept your fate and just stay there, both your hands weakly gripping his shoulders.
A sharp scoff strikes behind you: âOh, baby canât even stand on all fours?â
âDonât be mean, Kacchan!â
âBut she loves it when Iâm mean!â You might as well have heard his sly grin in the tone of his voice. âDonât you, sweetheart?â
His mocking, condescending tone sends a sharp strike of electricity though your whole body. It takes the strength to answer right away from you. But Katsuki never takes silence for an answer. Youâre pulled right back up against him with a tug on your hair and an arm looped around your waist, his hard chest hitting your back with every slap of his hips. He growls right into your ear, his tone menacing:
âYou know what I think? I think you got the nerve not to answer me because you know I hate that shit, and you know itâs gonna make me get even meaner. And since itâs such a special day, I think I can oblige.â
But he doesnât speed up, just goes even harder on youâit feels like his cock actually pounds your brain. Izuku takes himself back in hand to the sound of your moans, higher and higher, louder and louder. Heâs looking up at you with wonder in his eyes, stroking himself faster as Katsuki ruins you right over him.
âJust look at him. So desperate to fuck you, to finally slip his pretty cock into you. Well, heâs gonna have to wait until Iâm finished with you.â
Which shouldnât take long, judging by Katsukiâs breathless grunts and his hand creeping down to reach your clit.
ââSuki, please, Iâmâah!âIâm almost thereâthere, yes! Oh my God, right there!â
âGive us another one, baby, you can do it, câmonâŠâ
With a few rubs of his finger youâre gone, clenching around him with a high-pitched wail. Your first orgasm submerged you like a warm wave, gently flooding all over you. This time it hits you, and itâs nothing gentleâit feels like drowning, makes your head fall back, your voice weakened and the air cut right in your throat.
Katsuki comes with a grunt, a âHoly fuck,â and a grip on your hips tight enough to mark skin. He fills you full of him, fucking his seed inside you with a last few thrusts.
Once again, you crash on Izuku, devoid of any energy. Your limbs feel like jelly, but the high is so, so sweet. You lay there, breathless as Katsuki withdraws and Izuku welcomes you on top of him, gently petting your hair as you nuzzle into his neck. He pecks at your temple, dropping sweet kisses while his hands trace mindless paths over your naked back. This man is too sweet for his own good.
The bed frame creaks a bit as Katsuki lifts from the mattress.
Izukuâs voice is soft, so quiet in your ear as he whispers, âYou heard the boss. Itâs my turn now.â
Never mind, this guy is a demon. They both are, and if this is what hell feels like, you might become the worst sinner to ever walk this Earth.
Again, you donât manage to hold your gasp when he sits up swiftly, like youâre not splayed all over him with your entire weight and cups a hand under your ass so he can lay you down, settling his hips between your legs. Your head dangles over the end of the bed, and you find yourself facing Katsukiâs dick upside down. It still shines with the essence of you around him.
You jump a bit with the feeling of something sliding along your dripping folds and you look back up to find Izuku, settling between your thighs and looking down at you. He brings a finger to his mouth, the one he just coated in both your juices and Katsukiâs, and hums at the taste. He never breaks eye contact, only gazes at you, his eyes dark and foggy as he sucks on his fingers, dragging his tongue from knuckle up to nail. It makes your head spin and you let it fall back down with a drawn-out whine.
Katsuki is casually pumping himself back up, every stroke sounding sloppy with your slick, while Izuku is all over youâfirmly placed between your legs, his hands running up your thighs and his mouth lazily pressing kisses up and down the presented column of your throat. He slides the zipper of your skirt down, and the poor piece of clothing is finally sent flying, leaving you bare for their starving gazes to eat you alive.
All thereâs left to do is trying not to drool too much at the idea of whatâs coming.
Once again, Katsukiâs thick fingers curl around your jaw, holding your face upside down, hanging at the edge of the bed, exactly like he wants you. The position is going to grow very uncomfortable in very little time. But you let him, like you let him do anything to youâlet the both of them, because it always feels so, so good in the end.
Katsuki gently grazes the tip of his cock against your swollen lips as a clear expression of what he wants from you. A wave of shivers runs all the way down to where Izuku is placed between your thighs.
âOpen wide, princess.â
You donât discuss, too far gone in your hazy daze to think of a single reason to refuse this. You do as he says and he slides the tip into your mouth slowly, not wanting to choke you from the start. Youâre quick to respond, kissing it, letting your tongue trace the slit. You can taste the salty reminder of you all over him. He groans, taking it all as an invitation to intrude further and you welcome him with blatant hunger, the vibrations of your low moan surrounding him whole.
Youâre spread wide over the bed. Not just your legs, but your entire body, and your entire soul with it, all open and vulnerable for them to do whatever they want with.
You breathe heavily through your nose as you take most of Katsukiâs length in your mouth, and feel the reassuring stroke of Izukuâs hands over your sides and hips.
As Izuku licks a straight stripe along your throat, from collarbone to chin, Katsuki moans above you:
âFuck yeah, take it all in, baby...Thatâs it, you can do it.â
Theyâre so close, the both of them, you can feel it. Itâs insane how wet you are; it all drips to pool into a puddle on the sheets as Izukuâs tip teases your entrance, waiting for approvalâthough you donât really know whose approval heâs waiting for, probably a bit of both.
He enters you a second later, slow, gentle, inch by inch. You canât see anything, your eyes are pressed closed because if they were open all you would be able to see would be Katsukiâs balls anyway. You try to relax, to allow yourself to just feel, just take, because thereâs nothing left to do except give all of you and accept what youâre given.
As soon as Izuku bottoms out, you feel the heat of his chest leaning over you, his breath crushing over your ear as he talks, low and husky:
âGod, just look at you.â The warmth of his breath hits your cheek and sends goosebumps down your whole being. âThereâs nothing you wouldnât do for us, right, angel?â He starts moving, so slow you barely feel the motions of his hips. âI would say it looks a lot like itâs our birthday and not yours, but we all know you love this so much, donât you?â
The moan you make around Katsuki is sinful, loud and obscene because you do, you do love this. Love the way they take such good care of you, the way they double-team to extend your limits further and further in the most delicious way.
Izuku speeds up a bit, but Katsuki doesnât move, just stays still, lets you take the length and weight of his cock between your swollen lips, his grip less firm on your jaw, his fingers grazing over your cheek and your ear in soothing circles. The steady rhythm Izuku sets is enough to make you move around him anyway.
Itâs still slow, and it stays that way. He goes so deep every single time, the friction against your walls is marvelous, and it becomes not enough very soon. You whine again around Katsuki, rocking up with every gentle roll of Izukuâs hipsâcalling for him to go faster, to give you more than this. But he doesnât give in, keeps up with a maddening rhythm.
His hot breath crashes on your exposed neckâyou canât see him but can feel his whole body leaning over yours, pecs brushing your nipples repeatedly. His tongue traces the veins straining against the thin skin of your throat, his right hand reaching down to rest on your ass.
âSuch a good girl, you take it all so well.â
Youâre dripping all over them, both spit and slick. The more you get from them, the more eager you grow. Your hands are clawing at Izukuâs back, frantically going up to bury in his hair, pulling a bit at the wild mess of his curls, then back down to grab and scratch the firm skin of his shoulders, in a desperate attempt to get him to go faster, harder, give you anything more than this.
âDamn, someoneâs really fucking desperate for cock. One in your mouth and one in your cunt and itâs still not enough for you?â
âFuck, she feels so good, Kacchan. Keeps squeezing me, canât hold back for longââ
And with that, he speeds up a bit. Itâs still not enough, but it gives the both of you some relief as he rams into you, still slow, but harder, deeper. It sends you further into Katsukiâs thighs each time with broken moans and muffled cries.
Itâs way too much and painfully not enough all at once, feeling like their cocks are filling your entire being, cutting your oxygen, freezing the blood right in your veins, squeezing the heart out of your chest. The room resonates with Katsukiâs raw groans, your muffled whines, Izukuâs breathless moans and the lewd slap of his hips against yours. His grip on your ass is bruising, his fingers digging in your skin so hard itâd be painful if it wasnât your own cloud nine. The curly hair at the base of his cock rubs against your puffy clit repeatedly.
Then he speeds up again, reaching a decent rhythm. Your legs come up to loop around his waist, pulling him in.
Katsuki doesnât even have to move, the force of Izukuâs thrusts makes it feel like heâs fucking your face.
Itâs overwhelming, all of it. The feeling of giving, of taking, and of trusting. Theyâre everywhere over and around you, crowding your space, and it feels like there isnât a single part of your body theyâre not touching.
Izukuâs hands are running all over you as he goes faster and faster, stroking your sides, groping your ass. Licking and kissing and nipping at everything within his reach. Moaning into your skin, shameless, willing to show everything to the both of you.
Katsukiâs hand still rests on your jaw, his grip firm just for show, but so fond in the way he cannot keep his fingertips from soothing your face. He knows your jaw is starting to hurt, your breath is running shortâthey both know it.
Youâd probably be screaming loud enough for half the city to hear you at this point, if your voice werenât all muffled by the girthy weight filling your mouth. Youâre struggling to breathe through your nose, getting dizzy. It feels like Izuku is pounding through your soul.
âNgh, fucking hell, just look at that, Deku. Isnât that a damn sight?â
âGod, yesâyouâre doing so good, angel. Gonna cum for us, yeah? Milk me dry and scream around Kacchanâs cock? Do it, baby. Come on.â
And just like that, youâre gone. Your whole body tenses around them, your back arching unnaturally as you scream over Katsuki. Izuku guides you down your high with his last thrusts as he empties himself inside you with a bite to the crook of your shoulder, mixing himself with what remains of Katsuki inside you.
The vibrations around Katsuki send him over the edge last, filling your throat before pulling out and falling to his knees, his torso collapsing on the bed right next to you. Izuku simultaneously pulls out and lays on his stomach beside you. You just lay between them, out of breath, staring at the ceiling and seeing stars there.
The three of you fall into quiet peace, a moment neither of you feels like interrupting. The silence is comfortable, only troubled by all your panting breaths, out of sync, filling the room like fresh air dispeling heavy smoke.
Your heart is in your throat, half your face is covered in spit, your body is worn-out. Youâre hot and sticky and exhausted. Itâs the best feeling ever, to know theyâre feeling it too, to know the three of you chose to share these moments. And the high is so, so worth the fall.
Katsuki is the first to riseâhe always is. He walks to the bathroom, ass naked, without even grabbing underwear.
âIâll run you two morons a bath.â
Izuku gets to his feet after a couple of minutes, leaning over you and whispering, his voice soft velvet to your ears: âCome on angel, letâs go clean up a bit, you canât fall asleep like thisâ.
You scoff at his words. Your legs are so weak youâre not sure you could even stand. Youâll look brilliant on patrol tomorrow, walking sideways like you got run over by a truck.
âMhmm, just watch me.â
Youâre lifted from the bed without any chance of protesting, strong arms wrapping around your shoulders and knees without a word. You catch the glimpse of an impish smile thatâs just enough to keep you from getting mad.
âNoooo...Let me sleep!â Your little fists are so weak, bumping against his chest, but youâre not even trying. Of course if you really tried you could totally beat his ass. Duh.
âWeâre not letting you sleep all night covered in sweat and cum.â
âLook me in the eye and tell me you wouldnât like that.â
He barely gets the time to raise an eyebrow at you before Katsukiâs voice raises from the bathroom, distant but as expressive as always: âJust shut the fuck up and let us clean your filthy ass, for Godâs sake.â
Izuku sets you on your feet as soon as you enter the room, already foggy with steam. The air is warm and humid, feeling like a cozy blanket wrapping around you whole.
The tub is absolutely huge, so spacious it takes up half the bathroom. It was a requirement for you three when you got this apartment, along with a few other things. All of them revolved around space. It is already half-filled, up to Katsukiâs waist. Heâs leaning back with his arms and legs spread, taking so much unnecessary space the picture is almost funny.
The water is piping hot, like expected from Katsuki, but so soothing on your abused skin and sore muscles. You take a seat between his legs, leaning your back against his chest while Izuku adjusts to sit in front of you.
You start cleaning each other at some point. Itâs a natural reflex for the three of youâit always feels so soft, so intimate. And well, you also reached for shampoo with certain urgency as soon as you spotted what looked a lot like cum in Izukuâs hair. While Katsuki works at your back, still painful from his ruthless pounding (maybe he feels a little bad after all), you massage Izukuâs scalp, letting the soap lather into a white, coconut scented cloud. He breathes a series of pleased little moans, growing in intensity as you scratch your nails through his mess of wet curls.
âHmm, feels good...â
âShut the fuck up loser, youâre gonna make me hard again.â
Katsukiâs heatless threat is like talking to a wall. Well, a petty and horny wall. Izuku lets out his filthiest moan, bouncing against the tiles in an intense echo. And another. And another. His hair is still ridiculously covered in shampoo but, expecting the storm, you stop your ministrations.
Katsuki shifts behind you, ready to attack like a rabid dog, even growling right in your ear. This animal.
âWhat did I sayââyou wanna fucking go?â
Theyâre idiots. The both of them. Your idiots.
You speak before you even think.
âThank you. Thank you for tonight. I love you both so much.â
Izuku raises fond eyes at you, reaching to take your hand. But itâs Katsuki who answers you first:
âSweetheart, you donât have to thank us for fucking your brains out.â
âI think she meant for the party, Kacchan.â
âFor fuckâs sake, I know that, dipshit! Iâll bite your dick off, howâs that sound?â
âKinky.â
This time Katsuki really goes at Izuku, bumping his chest against your back so you end up, once again, nose first into Izukuâs shoulder. And since he decided to play along, you decide itâs a good time to get out of here. Theyâre cute, but theyâre a bit like those huge dogs that are affectionate but absolutely not aware of their strength. You chuckle to yourself at the thought.
You rise to your feet with a sleepy âNope, too tired for this, good nightâ and step out of the tub, grabbing a towel before heading back to the bedroom. As soon as youâre dried off, you gracelessly collapse on the bed, entirely naked, and slip into the sheets with as much elegance as a worm crawling back to its hole. It doesn't take long before youâre dozing into a deep, dreamless sleep. But in the dark, starry depths of it, you feel them, hear them like a distant resonance.
You feel Katsukiâs arms wrapping around you, holding you tight, though careful not to wake you. His nose brushing the back of your neck, to smell you, sense you there, make sure you donât fly away somehow in your sleep.
You also feel Izukuâs hand reaching for your cheek, featherlight, barely making contact. His wide, boyish eyes over you, scanning your face in its most relaxed state. And the gentle warmth of his feet rubbing against yours under the sheets.
And you feel his words, more than you hear them. Almost feel his lips talking against yours, so quiet itâs barely hearable, just above a whisper:
âWe love you too.â














