your breath catches when kiri’s fingers latch onto your jaw and pull your lips from katsuki’s. he turns your head to him, leaning in and licking across your lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. you moan into him, squeaking when katsuki starts to pepper kisses along your neck, pressing in closer, and grazing his teeth against your heated skin.
“mmngh.” you squirm between them.
“‘s wrong?” kiri chuckles, kissing down your jaw.
you tilt your head back, giving them more space as moans slip free from your parted lips. they’re lips meet over your throat, making you groan that you can’t see. they laugh into each others mouths, each hooking a leg over yours as they spread you out on the bed between them.
“bet you’re leaking in your sweats.” kirishima pulls back, grinning at katsuki.
his face heats all the way to the tips of his ears. “shut up.” he buries his face back into your neck to suck and nibble.
kirishima takes your lips again, rubbing the inside of your thigh, humming when his hand meets katsuki’s over your panties. you melt between them, each drag of their fingers setting your body alight. katsuki hooks his fingers into the cotton and pulls them to the side, kirishima wastes no time in sliding his fingers through your slick.
“mmm!” your hips jerk forward.
“so wet already.” katsuki coos, trailing his fingers next to kiri’s.
katsuki circles your clit while kirishima prods at your entrance, dipping the tip of his finger in and pulling out just to hear your gasps and whimpers. katsuki pinches your clit the same time kiri slides a long finger into you, your head falling back in the process.
“how’s it feel?” kirishima pulls his finger out just to slip two in. “hm?”
“good!” you gasp. “so good.”
katsuki swirls around your clit faster and kiri answers by fingering you to the same rhythm. kirishima leans over and presses his lips to katsuki’s again, both of them getting lost in ea h other as you get lost in them. you’re grinding against their hands, thighs twitching and toes curling as they work you up.
they pull back from each other, strings of spit still connecting them as they look down at the wet mess they’ve turned you into. the sounds of your wetness reach your ears and you face burns but you’re too far gone to care.
“fuck! faster! please!” your tummy twists as you feel it coming.
“yeah? already baby?” kirishima looks at you.
“barely even started.” katsuki chuckles, fingers moving even faster.
your pleasure snaps, thighs desperately trying to clamp around their hands as they keep you spread. they work you through it, never slowing, their fingers only switching spots. katsuki slips two fingers into you already curling them perfectly while kirishima taps your clit.
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your cheek's pressed into the sheets, hands fisting in the fabric as katsuki fucks into you from behind. low grunts under his breath, jaw tight, pace relentless. his hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back into each thrust, hard enough so you feel every inch, every grind, every low, deep press of his cock as he fucks into that same aching spot over and over again.
izuku's curled close, lying on his side just... watching. one hand resting light on your thigh, the other tucked under his head, soft eyes flicking between your face and down to where katsuki's cock keeps disappearing into you.
"you're taking him so well," he murmurs, thumb brushing a little higher, just grazing the edge of your ass, the curve of your hip. his voice is soft, too soft for how filthy it makes you feel. "look at you, angel... you're so full, he's stretching you out so pretty."
you nod meekly, eyes glinting as a sharp gasp slips past your lips when katsuki fucks into you harder, as if he's punishing you for forgetting who's inside you.
izuku hums, dark eyes flicking to katsuki's before returning to yours, smiling. "i know, sweetheart... it's too much, huh?"
katsuki growls low behind you. a quiet, "shut the fuck up," as he slides a hand up to the back of your neck, palm warm against your skin as he presses in so deep you let out a choked, ah— katsuki
"that's it," izuku coos, completely unfazed. "just breathe through it. you're doing so good."
his hand smooths up your back, soothing and warm like he's trying to calm you down while he let's katsuki fuck you stupid right in front of him. like he's not hard under his sweats, cock pressed tight, precum spotting the fabric as he bites the inside of his cheek every time you moan.
"he's so mean, isn't he?" izuku murmurs, low near your ear. "but he always gives you exactly what you need. you should say thank you, baby," he encourages, lips pressing to the side of your neck. "go on, tell kacchan how thankful you are."
katsuki's cock twitches inside you with every word as you stutter out a quiet "t-thank you."
he lets out a curse under his breath as he drags his cock out, eyes focused on your slick coating him before he slams back in—hips flush to yours.
"you're gonna make him cum," izuku says sweetly, sliding one hand down between your thighs, fingers gentle and warm as they dip past where katsuki's cock is still fucking into you, slow just for a moment so neither of them miss the way you jerk when izuku touches you there—firm pressure pressing into you, brushing past katsuki's cock where it's stretching you out, slick and messy and so tender it makes you cry out.
"that's it," izuku murmurs, thumb catching right over your clit, a teasing flick, "there you go. we've got you."
katsuki groans as he lifts your hips a little more to angle deeper. "shit—" he bites out, "she's squeezin' me so tight."
you sob into the sheets. izuku's hand doesn't let up, while katsuki's pace stutters hard, hips snapping into you.
"keep talkin' to her like that, she's gonna cum. can feel it... keeps clenching every time you talk." katsuki mutters, eyes fixated on his cock glistening every time he pulls back just to hear you beg for more.
izuku just hums, "she wants to," he says, his own fingers coated in your slick as they keep moving slow against your clit now. "she's being so good for you kacchan. letting you fuck her that deep, letting me touch— being so brave, don't you think?"
katsuki drags you back onto him, hard, and it knocks a broken little sob out of your chest. "you hear that, baby?" katsuki grits, leaning in, mouth hot against your spine. "you're our good fuckin' girl, yeah?"
"y-yeah," you gasp, voice trembling as izuku presses a little firmer against your clit. "wanna be good for you both..."
"we know, sweetheart," izuku coos, soft and breathless, curling a little closer to you, nose bumping into your cheek as he presses soft kisses there. "you're doing so good. we know it's a lot."
"is it too much for you?" katsuki mumbles, pressing his own lips against your skin, "or you just like whinin' for us?"
you shake your head fast, fingers fisting tighter into the sheets, "no! don't stop, please... i-i'm gonna—"
"yeah?" he growls, fucking you through it harder. "you gonna cum all over my cock, baby? gonna let me feel it?"
"she's right there," izuku whispers beside you. "let it happen. we've got you."
it hits hard—blinding heat sparking deep and low as your body goes rigid, pussy clenching around katsuki so hard he swears, stutters, and slams in once, choking on a groan as he cums with you.
"fuck— i'm cummin'—" katsuki gasps, forehead dropping to your shoulder as his hips twitch, cock pressing deep and grinding through it as he spills into you in warm thick pulses.
izuku hums beside you, his fingers wet with your release coming up to stroke your thigh, before pressing a kiss to your temple and muttering, "that's it... that's our girl."
katsuki's grip trembles against your hips when he exhales against your skin. chest rising and falling against your back, hands smoothing up and down your sides before he pulls out.
still braced as he drags his cock free—covered in your release, flushed, and still twitching a little. he watches the way your pussy flutters from the loss. watches how wet and ruined you are. how his cum spills out of you, dripping past your thighs and pooling where your legs are still spread.
"fuckin' hell..." katsuki mutters, fingers reaching down to drag through the mess, smiling when your body twitches from the sensitivity.
izuku's fingers are still brushing lightly over your skin. "she looks pretty, huh?"
you try to hide your face in the sheets, body still too shaky to move, still panting—and izuku leans in to press another gentle kiss to your cheek, "did so good for us," he whispers.
"too good," katsuki mutters, rubbing a hand over your ass and squeezing gently, watching another thick drip slide down and groaning under his breath. "fuck, look at this mess..."
your body twitches again at the roughness in his voice, involuntarily, over-sensitive, and izuku just watches it happen—eyes dragging slow between your thighs where katsuki's cum still glistens across your pussy and drips out of you in lazy trails.
he hums, thoughtfully. before shifting closer. lowering himself a little. hands gentle as they slide over your thighs to ease them apart again, despite the way they tremble in protest. despite the soft noise you make when the cool air hits.
katsuki catches the movement from the corner of his eyes and snorts, still breathless, "you're such a fuckin' perv."
izuku just smiles, pretty and flushed and way too focused on the mess. "mhmm," he hums, breath ghosting low, just before he leans in, "i'm just cleaning it up."
you barely have time to register the first warm press of his tongue—slow and gentle, licking a stripe through the slick mess between your thighs of both yours and his best friends' release, the tip of his tongue brushing your clit—before he hums low in his throat, hands tightening around your hips like he's settling in, like he's not stopping until there's nothing left.
a/n a repost from my old & inactive blog eikyuunimain (mariinktg) so if it looks familiar, that's why! likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | mha masterlist
Wow it’s like accountability doesn’t exist and apparently no one cares what lead up to why you did what you did and just painted you out as a villain bc of your reaction. That’s gaslighting. That’s manipulation. But yet when you love someone it’s like none of that matters anymore. Yet I won’t find love anymore because slowly I’m choosing myself and choosing others less.. in life.. was I meant to be alone?.. my greatest fear in order to be happy and at peace?.. life feels like turmoil.. I don’t want to keep doing this over and over again.. everything is useless and yet I’m still here? Fighting to survive. It’s a fucked world.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, established relationship (polyamory), ANAL, double penetration, anilingus, blowjob, pinv, sex toys, public exhibition, softdom!izuku, switch!katsuki, fem!afab!bratty!reader (crybabyish), fluffy in a smut way, little bit of brat taming, katsuki is MEAN, humilation (?), canon divergent (everybody is in university and are “collegiate” heroes, not touched on really too much though), degradation, fingering, double creampie (reader is established to be on birth control in previous fics), i decide to be a little funny in this, nudes get taken and swapped in this relationship, a small whisper of breeding kink
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: the speed i wrote this makes me wonder if i just really like anal. if i miss any warnings, tell me. i didn’t sit to proofread this because its like 5k~ words, but i edit as i write so
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: in the hopes of getting to do double penetration with your boyfriends, you go on a secret ass training journey, and get caught red-handed along the way
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after a month in making your relationship with katsuki and izuku official, your search history had become embarrassingly depraved. at first, for about two weeks, you were scouring polyamory subreddits, trying to getting a grasp on potential challenges to watch out for. once you felt that you understood all that you needed to know, your curiosity began to shift towards other aspects of your relationship. sexual aspects.
specifically, double penetration.
you had two boyfriends! it wasn’t a crazy thought to think about, right? especially when one of your boyfriends, izuku, was the one who brought it up to you in the first place. thus, over the next two months after that first month, you had been determined to be an expert in all things anal play.
the first week of your journey, you had spent it researching how exactly to get started— as well as what were the best toys to get. you were too embarrassed in asking your boyfriends for advice, despite katsuki being well-knowledgable on the topic, and ended up watching more videos than you intended of girls impaling themselves on ginormous dragon shaped dicks. although hot, it was terrifying. after getting off the porn sites and just reading articles, your efforts proved to be more fruitful.
therefore, by the second week, you purchased a dilator set (even though you knew katsuki had a box underneath his bed, you decided against being cost efficient), a lot of lube. a butt plug, and a dildo loosely around the same length and girth of the two men you were dating. previously, the only sex toys you had in your possession was one measly rose toy lying around in your night-stand drawer, which you had only bought out of curiosity around the time it was some joke on twitter, and used it sparingly. needless to say, masturbating with toys every two to three days in an effort to train your ass was something you had to adjust to.
however, the hardest part about the first time you douched yourself was simply installing the shower hose you bought off amazon. other than that, since then, you had gotten used to the sensation, making great strides in your journey to get dicked down by your boyfriends at the same time.
as the weeks went by, you had slowly but surely worked up the different sizes of your kit. thus, by the time week seven rolled around, you decided it was time to conduct an experiment: for one whole day, you were going to wear a butt plug.
unfortunately, the day you planned to do this challenge, was the day you had forgotten that you and your boyfriends were going out on a date to a newly opened mall near your university. as you all wore disguises to hide from running into adoring fans or paparazzi, you were glad your sunglasses and face mask hid your spaced-out expression. although you weren’t one to have thought you’d like public exhibition, katsuki’s hand cradling the nape of your neck as you three window shopped, along with the sensation of your walls clenching around the metal with every step you took, all while being in public with nobody knowing any better, was making you think otherwise.
“you’re squeezing her neck too hard, babe,” izuku murmured to katsuki when the three of you stopped in front of an arcade, noticing how you kept on gripping his hand tight every now and then.
katsuki raised an eyebrow, snapping out of his mindlessness, and glanced downwards, met with the sight of your lips pursed in what he assumed was discomfort. “oh, shit— sorry, baby,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.
“it’s, it’s okay— it’s nothing,” you exhaled, trying not to slur your words as his chest pressed against your cheek.
the most challenging part of that day was probably when the three of you were cramped into a photo booth and you were sat upon the lap of katsuki, who could not for the life of him, stop bouncing his leg, thereby grinding the toy in your ass deeper.
“how can it be that hard to use apple pay?” katsuki sighed, exasperated as izuku continued to fumble with tapping his phone against the card reader.
“well, i’m tapping it… but it’s not tapping— oh, there — okay, get ready!” izuku said as he squeezed himself inside the booth. the concept of the photos were cute and simple— three frames in a reel and each frame two people would turn to the third and kiss their cheek. however, when it was your turn to be kissed and izuku and katsuki turned towards you, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tight as you came right then and there at the contact, biting your lower lip to stifle an escaping noise from you.
luckily, your reaction managed to go relatively unnoticed, with izuku only pointing out that your face in the filmstrip looked pretty erotic when it printed out, and laughed about it with katsuki— but overall, both men seemed completely oblivious.
but lord, weren’t you a pervert… especially now, as you were shakily lowering yourself down onto six inches of silicone, the suction base sticking to the yoga mat you put under you for cushioning seeming to present the dildo like a trophy, celebrating all the hard work you put in over the last two months. copious amounts of lube dripped down your thighs as you adjusted to the length, letting out a shaky laugh to yourself as you watched the toy disappear within your ass. your hands splayed themselves again the floor as you maintained your squat, raising your hips up… and then down. again and again. as you worked towards a faster pace, your eyes shut tight, trying to imagine riding one of your boyfriends, with the other one in the queue.
so lost in your fantasy, you didn’t hear when said two men had entered your apartment, takeaway bags rustling softly as they decided to surprise you with your favorite. you didn’t even hear when they called out your name down the hall.
it was, however, hard to miss their presence when your bedroom door swung open, and the two men were standing right there in front of you.
mortified, you hastily scrambled to hide behind the base of your bed, slipping off the dildo. out of all the vulnerable states to be in, never have you thought you’d ever be seen like this. “jesus— do you guys know how to fucking knock?!” you screeched.
as katsuki quickly went to close the door out of courtesy, you caught sight of izuku’s face glowing red and laughing into the other’s man shoulder — oh, my… — which only served to make you even more embarrassed.
you felt like you could die right then and there, frantically trying to find some underwear and shorts to put on, before making your way to the door, cracking it open just a little.
“hello?” you glare, demanding that they tell you what they were doing here, your eyes darting around as they finished whispering to each other.
“um,” katsuki starts, avoiding your gaze either out of fighting the urge to laugh or out fear of making you more upset. “we brought over food…”
“okay?” you asked as if you were supposed to care, letting the question hang in the air. as a silence stretched and the two men shared a glance, embarrassment washed over you once more and you let out a whine, completely losing your composure.
“why didn’t you guys send a text that you were cominggggg?!” you complain, flopping face-first onto your bed, kicking your feet in a mix of annoyance and humiliation.
the two of them enter the room, and izuku perches on the edge of the bed as you writhe in your embarrassment. “i’m sorry, baby,” he says softly, hiding a chuckle as he gently strokes your hair, trying to comfort you. “we thought you were napping or something and wanted to surprise you…”
meanwhile, katsuki had walked over to the area of the yoga mat, spotting the discarded toy which had rolled near your closet. “this thing’s too small,” he commented out loud, picking it up and examining it, much to your irritation.
“katsuki, put that down!” you barked, sitting up straight as a heat floods your face.
“babe, don’t tease her,” izuku says, trying not to laugh.
“but, look at this thing— how can you even feel anything?”
“it’s for practice,” you exclaim, “not for fucking… ugh…” your words trail off when you can't think of a comeback, and you slump backwards, your back meeting your mastress as you bury your face in your hands.
izuku's eyes follows katsuki’s hands as the blond places the toy onto your desk before coming to sit on the other side of you. “you did that whole thing on your first try?” izuku asks, curiosity lacing his voice.
“no,” you mumble, the sound muffled behind your hands. “i’ve been working up to it for a couple of months… i was trying to practice for…” your words are cut off with an exhale as you decide you don’t want to finish your sentence.
he comes to lay down beside you, resting his head on his arm, trying to soothe you. “for what, baby?” he encourages you.
“so that… so that i…” you let out another sigh, running your hands through your hair before tugging at the roots as you hesitate to explain. “so that i can do it with you guys… at the same time....”
“well,” katsuki cuts in with a short laugh, “then that’s definitely too small— have you taken a look at our dicks?”
“the other sizes were sold out,” you grit out, propping yourself up onto your elbows to glare at him. “your dick isn’t even that big, so shut up…”
“yeah?” he snorted, almost in disbelief you would ever say that. “didn’t sound small when i was fucking you into my couch last week.”
your cheeks heat up at the memory. you scoff, hiding your face into izuku’s chest, who wraps an arm around you as he tries to stifle a laugh at katsuki’s words. “whatever…” you say, dismissively.
that doesn’t stop katsuki from leaning close, his voice a low, teasing murmur. “nah, don’t give me that shit— weren’t you going on about how i was ‘so deep?’ fucking whinin’ for me to give you my babies?”
“i didn’t say that…”
“really?” katsuki asks, daring you to deny it again. “i got the video if you wanna see. izuku can vouch too— he’s seen it.”
not having a response again, you resort to empty threats. “what if i freaking punch you in the face?” you huff with knitted brows, an expression both men laugh at.
“put your hands on me and see if i don’t pound your ass until you can’t walk for a week,” he retorts. when you say nothing in reply, you can hear the grin spread across his face. “you’d like that though, huh? hole’s fucking twitching over the thought of it…”
“it’s not—”
“yeah? let me see.”
“no.”
“can i see?” izuku asks, his gentle tone cutting through the tension. your gaze flicks up to his, and you bite the inside of your cheek, stalling as his soft way of asking makes you nervous.
“no…” you hesitate, eyes darting away.
he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, murmuring against your hairline. “please, baby?”
when he talks like that, you can’t help but give in. grumbling, you turn onto your stomach, resting your head in your arms, letting him do whatever he wants. “…fine. whatever…”
with a shared grin between the two men, izuku’s hand tugs down your shorts by the waistband, along with your panties, sliding them off your legs. your face flushes as their hands poke and prod before finally spreading the fat of your ass apart to rim a finger around your rosebud.
“damn,” katsuki mumbles, adjusting the emerging hard-on in his jeans with a palm as he watches izuku dip a finger inside. “it’s like a pussy.”
“feels like one,” izuku mumurs.
a haze clouding over your mind, their ministrations and words go straight to your clit, and your thighs clench together as your pussy begins to feel ignored.
“is this what you were doing last week? when we were at the mall?” katsuki asks, leaning down to meet your eyes, snapping you out of it.
“h-huh?” you stammer, dumbfounded, squirming as izuku continues to play with your ass, his hand resting on your back to keep you steady.
“what— you don’t think we know how you look when you’re horny?”
“bit insulting,” izuku contributes, only adding to your flusteredness.
“you’re telling me,” katsuki chuckles, before turning his attention back to you. “we just thought you had a vibe in your pussy— you put it in your ass instead?”
your hands reached out towards a nearby pillow, clinging to it as you continued to hide your face. “it was a plug...” you confess, ears burning when you hear them snicker.
“that's a good idea,” izuku remarks. “should make kacchan walk around with one sometime.”
katsuki's eyes narrow at the other man, the smile on his face dropping momentarily. “like hell you are.”
izuku only lets out a teasing hum, before watching how his finger swirls around inside you with ease. “damn. can i stick my tongue in here, baby?” he asks you, although he was already lowering his face near.
“um, i don't...” you stammer, the idea of such making you a bit nervous. “no— i-it's probably going to feel weird…”
his breath is hot against your skin when he laughs, placing chaste kisses around the area. “it's not gonna feel weird, babe. i think you're gonna really like it.”
before you can protest further, he dives forward between your asscheeks, and plunges his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. you gasp, legs curling as he sucks and licks. “oh…! sh—!”
katsuki watches as your face contorts in pleasure, fishing his phone out of his pocket to capture the moment. your brow furrows when the flash goes off, and you wave your hands at him in annoyance. “katsuki, delete that!” you whine. “i don’t like when you take my face…”
he rolls his eyes, keeping the phone out of your reach. “you still got that photo of me with his dick over my eyes— didn’t delete it when i told you to.”
“it’s, mm— it’s hot though,” you pout.
“well, it’s hot seeing your ass get ate,” he promptly replies back, the tip of his tongue licking his back molars as he watches izuku get into it. not able to restrain himself, he crawls over you, his crotch — the bulge, thick and hard — pressing against the side of your cheek as he intertwines his hand with izuku’s hair and gently tugs, wordlessly asking for a kiss. izuku lifts his head, but not before giving you one last depraved slurp, smiling as katsuki’s teeth clash with his as they kiss, the blond so desperate to taste you on the other man’s tongue.
flipping onto your back, your pussy drools at the sight of them kissing. as they pull away, katsuki's eye catches yours, and he snickers at your expression. “fujoshi,” he accuses you.
you can feel the question marks pop over your head as your brows furrow, exclaiming, “what?!” at the allegation. katsuki just cackles, pressing a thumb down against the bead of your prettily presented pussy, causing your thighs to reactively clamp around his wrist.
“you like watching me kiss a boy,” he teases, wrangling your legs open to bring his thumb up to his mouth, and sucking off the slick sticking to it in an erotic display.
“that boy is my boyfriend!” you reply, flabbergasted at this logic, although you’re quickly distracted by the sensation of his thick fingers bullying their way into your pussy.
as you two bicker, izuku just giggles, lifting his shirt above his head to take it off. “she also likes to watching you suck a boy’s dick,” he adds to the list of evidence, fingers fidgeting with his belt before he slips it off.
you shoot a glare towards izuku, but whatever sharp remark you had ready dies on your tongue as your eyes catch sight of his muscular and scarred chest. as he finishes shimming off his pants, your gaze drifts lower, following his happy trail down to the heavy bulge in his briefs.
“you’re so easy,” katsuki laughs breathlessly, feeling how you clench around his fingers. “i don’t think i know anyone who loves cock as much as you.”
“th-that isn’t you?” you retort, which turns into a moan you try to stifle with a bite to your lower lip.
he rolls his eyes again, curling the pads of his fingers upwards, massaging that spongy spot inside. “keep talking like that,” he warns, “and i’m not gonna help with your little perverted fantasy.” when you only kiss your teeth as a response, he can’t help but have a smug smile on his face.
“i feel like you’re looking forward to it more,” izuku says to him, finally freeing himself from his underwear, and then poking the flared tip of his shaft against your cheek in hopes you’ll suck him off. your eyes flick to his, narrowing ever so slightly, yet you prop yourself up onto your elbow, and languidly take him into your mouth, listening as a groan escapes him.
katsuki doesn’t reply immediately, too busy taking his fingers out of you and watching how both of your holes flutter around nothing at the lost of warmth. his tongue runs the length of his finger, absentmindly sucking your arousal off his fingers. hurriedly, he then undresses himself, taking off the white wifebeater he was wearing, along with his pants and boxers. “i never said it said it was a bad fantasy,” he finally says, before slapping the tip of his newly freed dick against your heat.
you can’t help but whimper around izuku’s length as katsuki’s cockhead slides up and down your slit, your entrance so desperately trying to suck him in. “i kinda wish we didn’t walk in on her,” izuku mumbles, eyes half-lidded as you bob your head up and down his cock. “god, it would’ve been so cute for her to come to us and ask about it.”
“shit, you’re right— fucking twiddling her thumbs as she tells us she’s been stretching her ass…” katsuki murmurs and you can feel his shaft twitch against your folds as he steels himself from shoving his dick inside you with a grip of your hips. “all shy and shit… damn, i’m getting a bit dizzy thinking about it.”
as izuku laughs, you fall for the bait, peeing your mouth off of him. “i wouldn’t have gotten shy,” you scoff, your unthreatening glare bouncing between the two men.
“is that so?” izuku chuckles, leaning back to take a seat on the bed. “then why don’t you ask us right now?”
you eat your words as you're suddenly unsure how exactly to go about your request, your mouth opening, and then closing when no words come out. thinking quickly, you instead look upwards at izuku, flashing your best puppy dog eyes before slowly wrapping your pretty fingers around his dick and giving him a few strokes, pre and spit mixing together as you do. by how he throbs in your palm, for a moment, you think he’ll give you what you want.
unfortunately for you, izuku’s discipline was like no other. amused by your antics, his index and thumb grab the fat of your cheek, pinching it. “out loud, baby.”
a frown tugs at your lips as you swat his hand away, and he lets out a low laugh at your frustration. “just say how you feel, babe,” katsuki cooes, lurching over you suddenly to whisper hot against the shell of your ear. “talk about how badly you want us to wreck your holes until you can’t think about anything but dick. here— i’ll help you,” — his fingers glide along your jaw before gripping it, guiding your movements as if to make you speak — “—i wanna be fucked like the whore i am.”
you let out a whine at how he pitches his voice up to mock you, gently pushing him out of your face, which only makes both of them laugh at your reaction. “can’t you just do it already?”
“do what, my love?” izuku asks with faux innocence, tilting his head like a cute little puppy, but he was anything but.
“fuck me…” you mumble, shyly.
your boyfriends exchange a glance, each looking to other to see if they were satisfied with your response.
“well,” izuku says, his thumb caressing your face. “who do you want where?”
your mind feels a bit lightheaded as you think about the specifics— imagining the pace, the sweat, the feeling of being full. “um… i don’t care…” you say, avoiding their gaze.
katsuki grins, his hands moving swiftly to scoop you up. “so desperate for dick it doesn’t matter?” before you can even deny the accusation, you’re wrangled against his lap — ah! — as he moves to go sit against the headboard of your bed, your back against his chest.
“no— and don’t fucking manhandle me,” you huff. however, at the feeling of the swollen head of his shaft poking at your budding hole, you go quiet, a swirl of anticipation and nerves now coursing through your body.
a mean-sounding laugh escapes katsuki at your sudden silence, his hands running up and down your sides before quickly slipping off the thin tank top you were wearing over your head. “you like being manhandled, don’t lie,” he says with a smirk, rolling his eyes.
trying to ground yourself, your eyes drift to izuku as he crawls to sit in front of you and katsuki, intending to enter you as well. in a moment of panic, you flail your hands around, motioning for them to slow down. “w-wait, wait, not at the same time… i need to get used to it there,” you choke out, looking like a frightened animal.
the fear in your voice makes katsuki soften and izuku pause. “i’ll go slow, baby,” katsuki assures you, whispering against your jaw before placing a kiss, which turns into a bite. he snickers at your following whine, letting you push his face away, and motions for izuku to hand him the bottle of lube sitting on your night stand. once the other man does, katsuki pours a generous amount onto his dick, letting out a hiss at the cool sensation. finally, inch by inch, he sinks you down onto his cock. tremors in your chest ripple throughout your body as the stretch is a bit more intense than what you had trained for, and your nails dig into the sides of his meaty thighs as you take him to the base.
“fuuuuuuuck,” katuski groans, leaning over to kiss away your runaway tears as you whimper and sniffle. “you’re okay, you’re okay— you’re such a good girl… training to take it up your ass for how long?”
“t-two months,” you fuss, taking a shaky, trembling breath, the walls of your cavity tensing and clenching around him.
“yeah, you did a good job, baby— it’s a shame that, fuck, that toy you got was a couple inches off, but you still are doing it, huh? we’ll get you a toy that’s got a curve like mine, cause i don’t think you were prepared for that, heh…”
“katsuki, c-can you just shut up for a moment?” you snap, not meaning to sound so harsh— simply overwhelmed. at your request, he complies, but not without a knowing smile, silently apologizing for talking so much with a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“you know, we can make molds of our dicks to give her,” izuku says to katsuki as he monitors your demeanor for an indication that you were ready for him.
“wonder which one she’ll use more,” katsuki chuckles, letting out another hiss when you squeeze tight around him, clearly sensitive to the vibrations of his laugh against your body.
“stop talkinggg,” you whine again.
izuku clicks his tongue, his face leaning close to yours. “is it too much, honey?” he asks, his tone gentle. in response, you shake your head, still sniffling as his fingers caress your chin— however, the feeling ultimately distracts you from realizing how the tip of his dick had begun to nestle along the folds of your pussy.
“just focus on kissing me, okay?” he says softly, before brushing his lips against yours and slowly inserting himself into your heat. clumsy hands grip the sides of his face as you two kiss, your brain melting as you focus on the feeling of his tongue against yours instead of the hot stretch. eventually, you can feel the crown of his cock fitting snugly against your cervix as you take him to the hilt, panting to catch your breath as you pull away.
with only a thin layer of skin separating them, all of you can feel how their dicks rub against each other, as well as how your insides massage their lengths with every micro-movement.
“shit,” katsuki moans, wiping some dribble off his chin. “i can feel your dick fuckin’, throbbing inside her.”
“yeah,” izuku mumbles ever so eloquently, a tongue darting out to wet his lips, entranced by the never before felt sensation.
you yelp as katsuki shifts his position, leaning back so that he was laying down to allow izuku to thrust more easily. with katsuki’s hands lifting up your legs by the underside of your thighs, izuku’s find purchase on your waist. once you’re finally comfortable, izuku slowly begins to move.
each long, deep stroke from izuku is addicting for the three of you and you can’t help but feel incredibly awarded for the weeks of prep it took you to get you here. noticing how you were already gasping and panting, katsuki moves in slow juts, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. however, as his eyes trail from izuku’s glistening form down to your bouncing tits, he can’t help himself from indulging further. “damn, this is fucking hot,” he babbles, a hand slithering up to play with your breast, pulling and fiddling with the nipple, as his thrusts become not unlike a jackhammer.
“oh, fuck!” you cry out, your hands shooting out to cling onto izuku’s neck as the two men begin to piston in and out of you, heavy balls slapping against your skin intensely so. their rhythms never quite sync up, making it hard to focus on a specific pleasure, and the trail of open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck from katsuki as he tries to focus on not cumming so fast, only sends you further down your sprial.
looking over your expression, izuku asks, “is it as good as your toys?” before reaching down to play with your clit, making you squeal.
“y-yes, er, wait, no... i... ooh!”
he lets out a laugh at you get confused by his wording, not meaning to do so. “it’s better, right?”
“i would hope it’s better,” katsuki mutters, eyes shutting tight as it feels like your ass is milking him. “cheap ass toys can’t fucking fold her in half. or tease her nipples until they’re puffy.”
“they’re not cheap,” you huff.
through his daze, izuku’s eyebrows furrow. “how much were they?”
“like — mmf — like, $150…”
“$150 to play with your ass,” katsuki chuckles, nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “i’ll pay you back, every penny and more, okay?”
although you understand he meant that he doesn’t want you to pay for things in your life, your eyebrows knit together. you delay your response for a moment, too busy concentrating on how their movements start to stutter— their cocks pulsating inside you as they near their climaxes. “i-i’m not a hooker…” you pout out at last, only for it to be replaced with a whimper as katsuki angles you so izuku can thrust deeper, the latter’s cockhead dragging itself against your walls and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
“you sound like one,” he smirks, hissing when the muscles of your asshole flutter wildly around his shaft, the grip like a vice now.
“looks like one,” izuku adds on, laughing breathlessly. “both holes gaping like crazy right now— like a fucking pornstar.”
your brows furrow at their rough wording— and yet but you can’t help but squeeze down on them tighter. “don’t say that!” you mewl, which katsuki shuts up with a deep kiss.
“it’s okay, baby,” katsuki mumbles against your lips, his pace sputtering as it feels like his dick is going to melt off soon. “you can just be our personal, fuck, little pornstar.”
izuku snickers at katsuki’s teasings towards you, as well as how the latter begins to lose his composure. he dips down, past your shoulder, and threads his hand through the blond’s hair, giving his roots a gentle tug. “babe, kiss me,” he murmurs and katsuki unabashedly moans, doing exactly that.
as the sound of their sloppy kisses fills your ears, the noise reverberating in your brain— making you light headed, the wound up coil in your lower abdomen snaps — ah! imm, fuck— imcummingimcumming! — your orgasm mulling theirs over, moans and groans filling up the room. thick ropes of cum flood your holes as the wave of ecstasy crashes down on the three of you, and you can feel their dicks throbbing against each other almost in unison when it’s all finished.
when the two men pull away from each other, you chase after izuku’s lips with your own, needing some stability as you ride out the aftershocks. as you kiss, he collapses on top of you and you find yourself squished between two sweaty and hard bodies, the pressure against you causing their cum inside to leak down your thighs.
after the three of you take the time to catch your breaths, they finally pull out of you, wet pop after wet pop, and gently move you to lay in between them as they cuddle, basking in the aftermath.
“damn,” katsuki’s hoarse voice breaks through the silence once a long while passes, “that was good.”
the obvious statement makes you and izuku giggle. as you close your eyes to take another breather, feeling a bit nasty from how much jizz was inside you, your thoughts were rudely interupted by a wandering hand.
“izu, stop that,” you whine, sucking your teeth as his fingers gently dance along the rim of your gaping asshole, mindlessly swirling his and katsuki’s cum together like you were some sort of fidget toy.
“sorry,” he mumbles with a smile, pressing a kiss to your temple, and patting your thigh. “just excited for my turn to try out your new party trick— so hurry and tighten up again, okay? because i got a couple more in me.”
and so, after several more rounds that night — each one claimed to be the last — your boyfriends ended up having to spoon feed you the food they had brought over as you laid in bed, body aching and completely bedridden. in hindsight, while the following sex ban you implemented for the next two weeks seemed like a good idea…
it was not.
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You’re not ready for sex and he respects that. But that doesn’t stop the blood from rushing to his dick every time you do literally anything. He’s definitely in that part of the relationship where the smallest action could set him off.
Just a couple days ago, he had gotten painfully hard two minutes before he had to leave for work. And what did this to him? You stretched and let out a soft moan of relief.
He couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day.
He came up with a solution, with your guidance. Dry humping was the next best thing to sex.
He gets to thrust against you while seeing your body shake from the power of each push of his hips. He could do it basically anywhere because it was an easy clean up. He would be at a function in the bathroom with you, fully clothed, thrusting against your panties under your skirt.
You loved it too, something about seeing him fall apart from such an easy feat was fulfilling. It left you dripping every time whilst also feeling more confident in, one day, having real sex.
As of now, you’re on his lap “watching” some random movie. You couldn’t even recall the plot if you wanted to. The focus being long gone after Bakugou had flipped you towards him and starts thrusting up into you.
This angle was different, his hard cock was aligned perfectly with your clit. You felt him as much as he felt you.
He surprisingly picked up on this quick, given that he was dazed by his own pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel it too?”
You couldn’t answer, focusing on steadying your breathing with your head buried in his neck.
He has never been this turned on before. Your gasps mixed with his hands guiding your hips. He had to use upmost focus just to not cream his pants.
“Ah fuck— keep still for me.” He groaned into your hair.
His head fell back involuntarily, even though he wanted to take in the heat of your cheeks and the movement of your tits with even grind. It just felt too good.
You quickly approached the edge of an orgasm. He could hear your moans getting louder and longer.
“You’re doing so good,” he bites back a groan, “You can cum for me, good girl.”
Something about his permission took you over the edge. Your fingers scraped his biceps as the aggressive orgasm possessed your body. A long moan followed by a whine rode out of you until your walls stopped constricting around (sadly) nothing.
He wasn’t far behind his own orgasm. His body spasmed against yours, thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic. His abs tensed and relaxed rapidly.
He came with a long groan that he failed to suppress. His pants further soaked against your shorts.
You both couldn’t say anything until the cool off of your orgasms. Eventually, you mumbled something against his chest that he barely heard.
