for the past hour izuku has watched katsuki drool over you while you talk to your friends and sway to the music. he’s tried to brush it off and try to turn katsuki’s attention anywhere else but he won’t budge.
“stop staring at her like that.” izuku mumbles into his cup.
“like what?” katsuki glides his eyes back over to izuku.
“like you wanna fuck her.” he glares at him over the lip of the cup.
“maybe i do.” katsuki grins.
“she’s my girlfriend.” izuku sets the cup down, ignoring the party going on around them.
“so? can’t share, deku?” katsuki grins, leaving his side and sauntering over to you.
izuku stares daggers into katsuki’s back, watching him stand beside you and wrap an arm around your waist. his jaw clicks when katsuki pulls you closer, hand sliding down the curve of your ass. his chest is heaving watching the way you shift on your feet and the way you jolt when katsuki squeezes the plush of your ass.
katsuki turns to him with a grin before dipping down and whispering into your ear. you turn your head and look back at izuku with round eyes and then back to katsuki. izuku can’t take his eyes off you, nostrils flaring and jaw set. he walks over to you and watches you shrink.
“izu.” you blink up at him.
“told her you wanted the three of us to get a room.” katsuki tilts his head.
“that what you want, angel?” izuku steps closer to you, trailing a finger along your jaw.
“i..” you look between them. “i dunno.” you feel heat rush to your cheeks.
“no?” izuku tilts his head. “want me to show katsuki how you like to be treated? he thinks he knows what you like better.” his thumb brushes against your lower lip, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “we can make him watch.” he grins when you clutch onto his shirt.
“mhm.” you nod, body heating instantly at the thought.
he grabs your hand and leads you down the hall, nodding at katsuki to follow you both. katsuki is a step behind you and is the one to click the door shut and turn the lock.
“go sit down.” izuku turns to katsuki.
“tch, whatever.” katsuki rolls his eyes, sinking into the desk chair.
izuku circles you, tracing his fingers up your arms, brushing your hair off your neck when he comes to stand behind you. he presses soft kisses all over your exposed skin, hands trailing over your sides and slipping under your shirt.
“see katsuki.. my sweet girl here isn’t like the girls you fuck.” izuku glances at him. “she likes when your take your time, coaxing the pleasure out, not forcing..” he brushes his thumbs over your nipples and you push back into him eyes fluttering shut.
“maybe she wants to know what it’s like to be told when and how much to cum.” katsuki sits forward.
“how many times do you cum when we’re together?” izuku kisses at your jaw.
“a lot.” you whimper when he pinches your nipples before retracting his hands. “izu.”
“shh, i know.” he starts to lift up your shirt.
katsuki watches the way you squeeze your thighs together and tremble under izuku’s touch. when he gets the first glance at your bare chest he leans forward, tongue running across his lower lip. izuku locks eyes with him as he kneads into your chest and you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder.
“izuku.” you whine.
one of his hands slips past the waist band of your skirt and you gasp. he trails one finger up your covered slit over and over until you’re thighs are clamped tight around his hand. he presses against your clit and slowly circles his fingers over the damp fabric, kissing your neck and shoulder as he works you up.
“sit back down.” your eyes snap open at izuku’s voice and see katsuki standing with raised brows before sinking back to the char. “s’okay.” he whispers to you, pressing kisses all over your neck.
his fingers move faster and your whimpers spill out of your mouth, hips desperately grinding against him begging for that release that’s so close. he doesn’t make you chase it, he offers it freely and when you soak your panties he floods you with praise and kisses until you’re almost falling to your knees.
“that’s my good girl.” he slowly slips his hand out from under you skirt. “why don’t we sit back on the bed and give katsuki a better view?” he hum.
“mhm.” you nod, eyes heavy with pleasure.
katsuki watches with dark eyes as izuku helps you out of your skirt, showing off your cute cotton panties. izuku scoots back on the bed and has you sit between his thighs with your legs on either side of his. katsuki watches as he teases you over your panties still, the way your hips jerk, how soaked they are giving him a clear outline.
“see how wet she is? don’t even have her panties off yet.” izuku grins.
“please.” you push back into him when he presses his fingers over your covered entrance. “zuku please.”
“shhhh angel. i got you.” he presses a kiss to your neck while he slowly peels your panties off.
he fists the wet cotton and locks eyes with katsuki before tossing them over to him. your knees shake when you watch katsuki shove them up to his nose and groan. you jolt when izuku’s fingers slide through your folds, pushing his middle finger into your gummy walls while grinding his palm against your clit.
“gonna jerk off with those?” izuku sneers.
“gonna whine about it if i do?” katsuki raises a brow and starts to undo his pants.
“what do you think?” izuku nudges his chin against your head as he slips a second finger in.
“yes! yeah- nghh! anything.” you nod quickly.
katsuki pulls himself out and wraps your panties around his cock and starts to stroke himself slowly. you’re trying to so hard to focus on him but your eyes flutter shut when izuku curls his fingers and grinds harder into your clit. he slowly starts to finger you faster and you’re bucking in his arms chasing after your pleasure and when you burst again katsuki groans at the mess you make all over the bed.
“that’s my good girl.” izuku peppers kisses all over your neck.
izuku scoots to the edge of the bed and sets you next to him while he pushes his pants down enough to pulls his cock out. you whine when he gabs you again and sets you back in his lap facing katsuki, he lifts your legs up to your chest, toes curling when he locks an arm behind your knees and lines himself up.
“mmmnghhh!” your head falls back as he slowly splits you open.
“deku filling you up real good?” katsuki groans from the chair.
“mmmhmm.” you nod your head before letting it fall back against izuku’s shoulder again.
he starts fucking up into you and you can’t hold back the sounds that are pulled from your chest. you’re leaking and leaving a creamy ring around izuku’s base that katsuki can’t take his eyes off of. izuku’s other hand finds your clit and you fall apart immediately, jerking in his arms as he keeps fucking into you.
“lemme fuck her.” katsuki pants.
“no.” izuku grunts.
“lemme lick her clit.” he grins when he sees izuku considering.
“want that angel?” izuku pants, fingers digging into your thigh.
“yes.” you squeeze around him.
“c’mon.” izuku nods his head at katsuki.
katsuki is on his knees between izuku’s thighs, still fisting his own cock as he leans into to suck your clit into his mouth. izuku groans when you clamp down around him, little gasps spilling from your parted lips with each flick of his tongue.
katsuki licks down around your stretched hole and izuku lets out a broken moan as katsuki’s tongue grazes against his cock. he licks your mess off of izuku, groaning at the taste and pumping himself faster. he licks back up to your clit at the same time he cups izuku’s balls with his other hand and the three of you cum all at once, a panting and sweaty mess.
“lemme fuck her.” katsuki looks up at the both of you.
“no.” izuku shakes his head with a heaving chest.
“lemme fuck you.” katsuki tilts his head.
“let me fuck you.” izuku buries his free hand in katsuki’s hair.
“as long as she sits her pretty pussy on my mouth at the same time.” katsuki grins.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, suggestive, established relationship, poly!bkdk x reader, university au, softdom!izuku, dom!katsuki, fem!reader, dot humor/crack, teasing 🤝 humiliation, mentions of: bondage, fear play, knife play, degradation, cnc, dacryphilia (you’re probably like “wtf going on in a smau…”), sex, ignore typos this was a hard night for me…
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: the night that i’m having 🚬… the tweets are attached at the bottom in case they are too small while you’re reading… no need to strain your eyes…
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: your boyfriends find your secret twitter meant for anonymously oversharing your sex life
༉‧₊˚. summary: bakugo and deku's new assistant has more to her than meets the eye..
༉‧₊˚. warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+, improper use of quirk, p in v, vaginal sex, praise, condescending praise, degradation, soft!dom izuku, switch!katsuki, stubby!reader, freak!reader, use of dom/sub dynamic, use of pet names, use of y/n, f!reader, boss x assistant dynamic, threesome, oral (m receiving)
༉‧₊˚.w/c: 3.3k~
The agency never slept. Even at 10 p.m., the top floor hummed with post-patrol energy—reports being filed, strategy sessions running long, the occasional explosion from the training rooms downstairs. You had been the new administrative assistant for four months, handling everything from scheduling joint operations to making sure the coffee machine didn’t run dry. Quiet, efficient, and painfully timid. You spoke softly, avoided eye contact with the bigger names, and kept your head down. Especially around Dynamight and Deku.
Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were legends. Pro heroes at the top of their game, co-leading one of the most effective units in the city. They bickered constantly but moved like extensions of each other in the field. You noticed them. Everyone did. But you stayed professional. A polite nod in the hallway. A quiet “Here are the updated files, Bakugo-san” when dropping things on his desk.
The first crack in that wall happened during a brutal rainstorm in late autumn. Most staff had gone home. You stayed late to finish digitizing old incident reports. The door to the main office slammed open. Bakugo stormed in, gauntlets still faintly sparking, soaked uniform clinging to him. Midoriya followed, looking equally worn but offering a tired smile.
“Fucking paperwork,” Bakugo snarled, dropping a thick folder on the nearest desk. Water dripped from his hair.
You startled but stood quickly, taking the folder with steady hands despite your racing heart. “I’ll process these tonight, Bakugo-san. The digital backups will be ready by morning.”
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. You don’t have to stay so late. We can handle some of it tomorrow.”
“It’s fine,” you murmured, eyes on the folder. “I don’t mind.”
Bakugo stared at you a second longer than necessary. “You always this quiet, assistant?”
You nodded, cheeks warm. “Usually.”
He grunted. Midoriya just watched with that thoughtful green gaze.
After that, they started noticing you more. Small things at first. Bakugo would slam reports down but mutter a gruff “thanks” when you had them organized perfectly. Midoriya would stop by your desk with extra coffee on long days—“You like it with two sugars, right?”—and chat about nothing important. How the new support gear was performing. How the weather affected quirk control.
You stayed shy. Soft smiles. Timid answers. But you were good at your job, and they respected that.
One night, three weeks later, Midoriya found you in the break room after everyone else had left. You were reheating leftovers, shoulders tense from staring at screens all day.
“Rough shift?” he asked gently, leaning against the counter.
You shrugged, voice quiet. “Just a lot of incident reports from the east district raid. I’m almost done.”
He sat down across from you, green eyes kind. “You’re really thorough. Most assistants burn out fast here. You don’t.”
The compliment made your cheeks heat. “I like making things easier for everyone. Especially you two. You work so hard.”
Bakugo appeared in the doorway then, arms crossed. “Flirting with the staff, Deku?”
Midoriya laughed softly. “Just talking. Join us?”
To your surprise, Bakugo did. He dropped into the chair beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours. “You eat this shit every night? No wonder you’re so quiet. Need real food.”
From then on, the three of you fell into a routine. Late nights turned into shared meals. Bakugo’s sharp comments softened into gruff teasing. Midoriya drew you out with gentle questions about your quirk (minor telekinesis for organizing files and small objects) and your life outside the agency. You stayed timid around others, but with them you started opening up in small ways—dry little jokes, soft laughs when Bakugo ranted about “extras” in the field.
Winter brought the first real shift. A massive villain attack kept the agency running for three straight days. You worked overtime without complaint, making sure meals were delivered to their floor and reports were filed instantly. When it ended, Bakugo cornered you in the elevator.
“You didn’t have to pull all-nighters for us, dumbass.”
You looked up at him, timid but honest. “I wanted to. You both keep the city safe. Least I can do.”
Midoriya was waiting in the lobby. The three of you ended up at a quiet ramen place nearby. No one spoke much at first. Exhaustion sat heavy. But Bakugo paid for your bowl without asking. Midoriya walked you home, making sure you got inside safely.
That night, your phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: This is Bakugo. Save it. Don’t work yourself dead next time.
Midoriya: Thank you for everything this week. Get some rest. We’ll see you Monday.
The texting started casually. Work updates. Memes Midoriya thought you’d like. Bakugo sending photos of shitty agency coffee with complaints. It felt easy. Safe.
Spring arrived, and so did the first date.
They asked together, cornering you after a staff meeting. Midoriya nervous but determined. Bakugo blunt as ever.
“We’re interested,” Bakugo said. “In more than late-night paperwork and shitty ramen. You in or what?”
Midoriya elbowed him. “What he means is… we like spending time with you. A lot. Would you want to try dating? Both of us?”
You froze, cheeks burning, heart pounding. Shy, timid you didn’t do this. But looking at them—Bakugo’s sharp but sincere gaze, Midoriya’s soft hope—you nodded. “Yes. I’d like that.”
The first official date was simple. A private rooftop dinner arranged through agency connections. City lights spread out below. Bakugo cooked—spicy grilled meat and vegetables, nothing fancy but perfect. Midoriya brought flowers, small and thoughtful.
You were nervous, fiddling with your sleeves. “I’m not very exciting,” you admitted quietly. “Compared to hero work.”
Bakugo snorted. “Bullshit. You keep this whole damn agency from falling apart. That’s more than most extras manage.”
Midoriya smiled warmly. “We like you exactly how you are. Quiet doesn’t mean boring.”
The night ended with careful kisses. Midoriya sweet and lingering. Bakugo rougher, but pulling back when you got shy. No pressure. Just warmth.
Dating them was a slow bloom. They were busy pros, but they made time. Bakugo would drag you to the gym on weekends, spotting you on weights and grumbling when you got too timid to push harder. “C’mon, don’t hold back. I know you’ve got more in you.” Midoriya took you on quiet walks through parks, holding your hand and talking about everything—quirk theory, old memories, future plans. He noticed when you got overwhelmed at agency events and pulled you aside, murmuring soft reassurance until you relaxed.
Publicly, you stayed the same shy assistant. Polite smiles. Soft voice. Behind closed doors at their apartment, things grew more intimate. Cuddles on the couch turned into heated makeouts. They were patient with your timid pace, never pushing. Bakugo’s hands would roam but stop at any hesitation. Midoriya would praise you constantly—“You’re doing so well,” “So pretty like this”—until you melted.
You cooked for them sometimes, simple meals that made Bakugo grunt in approval and Midoriya beam. Movie nights where you ended up sandwiched between them, their warmth chasing away the shyness. They learned your quirks—how you liked your tea, the way you fidgeted when anxious, the soft laughs you let out when Bakugo’s rants got ridiculous.
One night, after a tough patrol, they came home exhausted. You had dinner waiting and the living room set up with blankets. Bakugo pulled you into his lap without a word, face buried in your neck. Midoriya curled against your side, hand in your hair.
“You’re too good for us,” Midoriya murmured.
“Damn right she is,” Bakugo agreed, voice muffled. “Don’t let it go to your head, assistant.”
You just smiled softly, content.
Two and a half months in, the dam broke.
It was another rare night off. The three of you on the oversized couch, a half-watched movie playing. Bakugo’s hand rested possessively on your thigh. Midoriya traced patterns on your arm. The touches had been getting bolder—hands slipping under shirts, kisses turning hungry—but you’d stayed relatively tame, letting them lead.
Tonight, the heat felt different. You shifted restlessly, heat pooling low. The shy mask you wore cracked.
“I need to tell you something,” you said quietly, voice timid even now.
Bakugo paused the movie. “What?”
Midoriya turned fully toward you, attentive. “You can tell us anything.”
You took a deep breath, cheeks burning. “I’m not… as shy as I seem. Not when I feel safe. In bed, I mean. I like it intense. Rough. I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to freak you out. But I want… more. I want you to use your quirks. I can ttake it. I want to feel it.”
Silence stretched for a beat.
Bakugo’s grin was slow and feral. “Well fuck. Our sweet little assistant’s been hiding a freak side.”
Midoriya’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed soft, that gentle dominance slipping in. “You don’t have to hide with us. Ever. If that’s what you need, we’ll give it to you. Safely. You tell us if it’s too much.”
You nodded, already aching. “Please.”
They moved you to the bedroom with careful hands. Clothes came off slowly at first—your shirt, then Bakugo’s, Midoriya’s—revealing skin and muscle honed by years of hero work. You felt shy again for a moment, arms crossing over your chest, but Bakugo clicked his tongue.
“None of that shit. Let us see what’s ours.”
Midoriya guided you onto the bed, laying you on your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ve got you. Such a good girl for telling us what you want.”
Bakugo settled over you first, knees bracketing your hips. He leaned down, biting a mark into your collarbone. “Gonna give our little freak exactly what she asked for. But you beg nice, yeah?”
You whimpered. “Please, Katsuki.”
He smirked, palm hovering over your chest. Small, controlled explosions danced across your skin—tiny pops of heat and pressure that made your nipples harden instantly. You arched with a soft moan.
“Fuck, she’s sensitive,” Bakugo muttered. “Look at her squirming already.”
Midoriya’s hand slid between your legs, spreading you open. Two thick fingers teased your entrance while he watched your face. “Already so wet for us. That’s my good girl. So eager. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes—please, more.”
Bakugo pushed two fingers into you roughly, curling them deep as small sparks pulsed against your clit. The combination of stretch, heat, and vibration had you crying out, hips bucking. Midoriya added a third finger, stretching you wider, voice low and praising. “Taking us so well already. Such a perfect little thing. I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need.”
They worked you open together until you came hard, clenching around their fingers with a broken sound. They didn’t stop. Bakugo flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.
“Ass up. Time to fuck you properly.”
Midoriya knelt in front of you, hand gentle but firm in your hair. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty mouth while he ruins you.”
You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Bakugo thrust in from behind in one smooth motion. “Shit—greedy cunt sucking me in. Knew you were a slut for this.”
He set a rough pace, small explosions popping against your hips and ass with every thrust—heat blooming, pressure adding delicious sting. Midoriya fucked your mouth slowly, praising constantly. “That’s it. Such a good girl taking both of us. Look how well you’re doing. I love seeing you like this—full and desperate.”
The contrast wrecked you. Bakugo’s degrading growls mixed with Midoriya’s soft, condescending praise until you came again, harder.
They switched. Midoriya pulled you into his lap, sinking you down onto him with a groan. “Easy, baby. Take all of me. Good girl—just like that.” One For All hummed under his skin, strength holding you exactly where he wanted as he thrust up hard, controlled power making your eyes roll back.
Bakugo moved behind, slick fingers prepping you. “Gonna take us both. Breathe through it, freak.”
The stretch when he pushed in alongside Midoriya was intense. You panted, overwhelmed but needy. They found a rhythm—Bakugo rough, Midoriya steady and deep. Quirks active the whole time. Sparks dancing across your skin. One For All pressure points lighting up nerves. You came twice more before they did, Bakugo first with a curse, Midoriya right after, filling you while murmuring praise.
Aftercare was thorough. They cleaned you gently, wrapped you in soft blankets, fed you water and snacks. Bakugo grumbled about “hydration, dumbass” but held you close. Midoriya kissed every mark, whispering how perfect you were.
“You’re full of surprises,” Bakugo said later, voice rough but warm. “Good ones. Don’t hide that shit from us again.”
Midoriya nuzzled into your neck. “We love all of you. The shy assistant and the one who wants us to wreck her. We’re keeping every part.”
You smiled softly, tucked safely between them. Timid in the daylight, free with them in the dark. It was exactly right.
synopsis: when a blast from Dynamight's palms renders you homeless, you're compensated with the opportunity to join his agency as a (much needed) publicist! Except, he's an asshole.
A new friend you make along the way helps you through it, until you cross the line of friendship the very same evening your boss corners you with his tongue down your throat.
Now you have them both pining for your attention, but who says you have to choose just one?
genre: bkdk x reader, nsfw, slowburn, enemies to lovers (bkg), friends to lovers (izu), publicist!reader, teacher!izu, pro-hero!bkg, LOVE TRIANGLE
warnings: nsfw (18+!), abusive/foul language, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, mentions of war, injury detail
a/n: i am so excited to write this gahhhh ive had this planned for months. the format for this chapter index is inspired by @/tvkvi
this has been in the works for a while and i think i've finally finalised where i want this story to go, so enjoy!
↳ status: ongoing
character playlists here!
prologue. SUBURBIA — welcome to your new home!
01. THE STREETS ARE PAINTED ORANGE — you're yet to meet your new boss, except he's everywhere you look in all the worst ways. . .
02. GREEN TINTED GLASSES — your new friend has a disgustingly positive outlook on life, perhaps it's starting to rub off on you
03. IS IT A DATE? — friends can take each-other out for food, right?
04. FAILURE TO COMPLY — bakugo's only moving further down the ranks and pressure from the agency is only growing, can you remain true to yourself whilst staying good at your job?
05. GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME — working with someone as uncooperative as bakugo proves challenging
06. BOMBS AWAY! — a villain attack on the city thrusts you and bakugo into the limelight
07. THE FLESH THAT SCARS — the attack you became the centre of has left you (more than a little) shaken up, both boys try their best to make things right
08. HARD TO CHOOSE ONE — both boys are desperate to prove themselves to you, which results in a very slippery thursday. . .
09. CRASH — avoiding only makes things worse, you learn the hard way
10. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS — izuku (and katsuki) present you with an alternative
🆂🆈🅽🅾🅿🆂🅸🆂: After two weeks of threaded tension after a night of fun with your roommates, you try your hand at a twisted version of 'conflict resolution'. While things seem to go downhill before taking a sharp turn for the better, you fear you aren't the star of the show anymore. That could never be the case.
🆃🅰🅶🆂/🆃🆁🅾🅿🅴🆂: Smut (duh), ooc, arguing, tense themes, sexual exploration, (fl)oral, unestablished relationships, smug Izuku, kinda subby Katsuki, maybe more idk.
🆆🅾🆁🅳 🅲🅾🆄🅽🆃: 4.5k
Author's Note at the end...
Izuku had the softest bed out of the three of you, and you were the only one privy to that information. Being the only one of your three roommates who had tested all three mattresses, that little experiment led to regular naps and sleepovers in Izuku’s room. You spent a lot of time in his room, whether it be napping, watching TV, or just hanging out. Things had always been like that; Katsuki was always more avoidant, that was, until lately.
Things around the apartment had taken a strange turn. While you assumed a three-way love session would melt tensions, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. While you and Izuku had been able to resume your regular dynamic, Katsuki seemed to be experiencing a bit of turmoil.
He didn’t throw one of his usual fits this time around; however, he was the one who started the avoidance act between himself and your other roommate. That level of avoidance did not extend to you. In fact, you’d noticed Katsuki uncharacteristically vying for attention. He even offered to teach you how to cook—anything to keep you out of Izuku’s room.
This evening, Katsuki proposed a movie night in his room. He’d picked a marathon of long yet engaging movies in a genre that wasn’t particularly your favorite, complete with your favorite snacks and crisp, fresh sheets. The perfect concoction to lull you into an impromptu sleepover.
“I’m getting pretty tired, Kats,” You yawned, pushing up from your spot on his chest. “I think I’m gonna go to bed.” While you did enjoy the quality time, a part of you had hoped that movie night would turn out to be more X-rated.
Since the inception of the evasion game, all signs of coitus had come to a screeching halt. It didn’t matter how flirty or suggestive you acted; both of your roommates seemed absent and oblivious to your signals. It was rather hard to understand with the way they battled for your attention.
“You can sleep in here, you know that, right?” He asked, keeping his glare fixed on the T.V screen. His body was stiff, and even under the dull glow of the television, you could see the tension building in his jaw. The offer caught you off guard; admittedly, you never considered the possibility of spending the night in Katsuki’s bed.
“I don’t know, Izuku’s bed is softer. I think my body is more used to his bed than my own, at this point.“ You explained, rubbing your eyes. In your tired state, you hadn’t put much thought into your response before it came out of your mouth.
“You tellin’ me, you’re in there every night cause his bed is soft?” The blonde broke away from the T.V to leer at you. His eyes pulled tight, and his mouth pressed into one thin line. The question was odd, but it confirmed your suspicions. Katsuki was jealous. This could be fun.
His sentiments were perplexing. The underlying air of competition left you in a state of confusion. You’d thought you sent your message loud and clear; sharing is caring afterall. The dynamic came to light for the first time that night. However, at the time, it seemed more like friendly competition. Now you felt more like a trophy they were fighting for. To make matters worse, neither of them had laid a finger on you since that night. Nothing fun anyway, nothing outside of chaste hugs and innocent cuddles.
“Yeah, what else would it be?” You said, feignign ignorance. “You think I want all his posters staring at me while I’m trying to sleep?” You joked, but Katsuki didn’t laugh. His deadpan remained. “What, you don’t believe me?” You scoffed, rolling off the bed and padding around to his side. “Come on, I’ll show you.” You insisted, pulling at his wrists.
Katsuki felt obliged for some reason he didn’t want to acknowledge, standing to his feet and following you through the corridor in the direction of Izuku’s room. A typhoon of thoughts swirled in his head as you led him to the last place he’d wanted to be. A glance at your round ass jiggling as you marched cleared his mind breifly. He was flooded with thoughts of how he wanted to grab it, smack it, bite it. He also thought of Izuku; he couldn’t forget the taste of his once-rival on his tongue. That night left him with feelings he couldn’t begin to sort out; ones that he preferred to keep locked away in the recesses of my mind.
You stopped at the closed door on the other side of your own and tossed a glance over your shoulder, and Katsuki’s eyes met yours before you spun around and knocked on the closed bedroom door. “Come in,” Izuku’s cheerful tone sounded through the door. He had been anticipating your arrival.
This occurrence had quickly become Izuku’s favorite part of the night. You knock on his door and slip into his bed and beckon him to get off his computer and lie with you. He’d protest, insisting that he would be finishing up whatever he was doing soon. You fell asleep waiting for him every time; it was inevitable that his bed was like a cloud. When Izuku finally did come to bed, he’d slip in next to you and, like a moth to a flame, you’d drape yourself over him, clinging on for dear life. It felt like a win. Almost every night, you chose him. He relished in the fact that when it came down to it, you chose him over Katsuki, the natural marvel.
He could tell you how pent up you were, and he’d like to think that it was because of him. Although it was the ideal scenario, he couldn’t bring himself to act on his desires to fill your needs. Every time he thought about it, he was flooded with memories of that night. He also thought of the kiss often, more often than he cared to. Another thought that plagued him relentlessly was the deliciously filthy way Katsuki’s cum leaked out of you. He lamented how much he adored the sight. He kicked himself more for enjoying the sweet, sinful taste of you and Katsuki mixed.
“M’ not going in there,” Katsuki grunted, snatching his wrist out of your grasp.
“So why’d you come?” you sucked your teeth, with a lazy shrug of your shoulders. Attempting to call his bluff, you nonchalantly twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Stepping in yourself, thinking Katsuki would follow.
He stayed true to his word, keeping his feet firmly planted in the doorway. His eyes followed your path across the room, watching intently as you plopped down on Izuku’s bed. “You sure you don’t wanna give it a try?” You dared with that honeyed tone that’s been chipping away at him for the last two weeks, patting the spto next you like it was some innocent thing.
Izuku's eyes flashed to the door, a gulp hitching in his throat when he landed on the brooding figure standing in his doorway. His fingers stilled over his keyboard as he and Katsuki’s eyes locked onto each other. You could only see the back of his head, freshly washed wavy green locks slick to his head. Katsuki had his arms folded over his bare chest, glaring down at Izuku with an unreadable expression.
The air was growing thick with hostility; the creak of the mattress as you shifted uncomfortably had both men pulling their attention away from each other and zeroing in on you. Your skin burned under both their stares, fingers nervously tangling in the covers beneath you. A shred of regret bleeding through you for bring this about. “I was telling Kats that your bed is the softest, and he didn’t believe me, and I wanted him to see for himself.” Your eyes ping-ponged around the room before landing on Izuku’s confused expression. His face softened, and the slightest grin crept up on his face, starting in his eyes before tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Truthfully, he’d also grown tired of the way things had become between the three of you. In his eyes he’d made up his initial betrayal and Katsuki was just dragging things out. However, Izuku saw the vision loud and clear that night; the three of you and just how exciting and fulfilling it could be. He also couldn’t help his curiosity when it came to Katsuki and he knew his friend felt the same way, even if he could prove it, yet.
“If you wanted to get in my bed, you could’ve just said that,” Izuku snapped back around to face Katsuki. His tone wasn’t teasing as one would expect; his voice was calm despite his daring words. Katsuki's eyebrows knitted together in utter bewilderment, his jaw dropped slightly, and his head tilted. You sat on the bed wearing a similar expression, with a hand clasped over your shocked gape.
“What was that?” Katsuki asked, daring Izuku to repeat himself. His bloody glare fixed on Izuku.
You watched with bated breath as Izuku rose to his feet, taking steps to come chest to chest with Katsuki, his head tilted upwards as he was the shorter of the two. Katsuki's hands were now down by his sides, with his fingers curled into fists. A part of you wanted to step in as things seemed to be getting heated, but you feared that might make matters worse. You sat on the edge of the bed, chewing on your fingernails, hoping you hadn’t pushed too far.
“I didn’t stutter,” Izuku shrugged. “You want in my bed, you can ask.” His delivery was so blunt, yet experimental. Katsuki's bubbling anger came across as an overreaction, as it usually did.
“You think you’re hot shit, because of her,” Katsuki spat, forcefully shoving Izuku, causing him stumble back a few steps. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah? You want to?” Izuku regained his balance in the middle of the room. He held onto his resolve, which pissed Katsuki off more. You watched intently, trying to make sense of the scene in front of you.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Katsuki’s chest heaved, eyelids pulled tight, and his boisterous yell sounded more hollow than usual.
“I know what this is about,” Izuku’s head cocked to the side. You watched Katsuki's anger boil over as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom.
The whole thing was strange; you felt abashed. As if the entire situation was supposed to play out in private, without an audience. However, you stayed glued to the edge of the bed, unable to tear your eyes away from the spectacle.
“You think about it as much as I do,” Izuku pushed further. You could see from your spot on the edge of the bed the flare in his nostrils and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
“Stop talking,” Katsuki ordered, tight-lipped.
You had never seen them act like this. Sure, Katsuki was brash, and he was always teasing Izuku, but it always seemed light-hearted. Sometimes they were physical with each other, ya know, playful smacks on the back of the head and stuff like that. Nothing like how they were now, looking like they wanted to rip each other's heads off. Just like the other night, after Katsuki’s surprise return.
“Okay, I’m confused,” You finally piped up, in an effort to diffuse the tension. “What the hell is going on with you two? Two weeks ago, we were all in the living room swapping fl-”
“Stay out of it!” Katsuki barked at you. You gasped. He’d never raised his voice at you, never. Sure, he yelled all the time, but he never directed it at you. “This is all your fault anyway.” He accused.
“My fault?” You scoffed, your eyes widening in disbelief. What the hell was he on about?
“Yeah, everything was fine till you moved in.” He implicated, stepping closer and redirecting his vitriol at you.
“Whatever is going on with you two has absolutely nothing to do with me.” Your retorted. “I don’t even know what this- is.” You frantically gestured between the two men. “Would either of you care to fill me in? Is this about the kiss? Cause I thought we were past that by now,” You looked toward Izuku, as he was the more reasonable of the two.
Izuku sighed, tuning back into the conversation, “Sort of,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s complicated.”
“Shut your mouth, you damn nerd!” Katsuki bellowed as he charged across the room, toward Izuku. In the blink of an eye, Katsuki had Izuku by the collar of his shirt. “You don’t know what the fuck you're talking about.” His jaw clenched tightly, his tone was threatening, but there was a hint of something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.
You toggled between the guys, trying to connect the dots and coming up short at each turn. Then the cogs in your mind screeched to a halt as you watched them struggle against each other. Their faces pulled so close together as Katsuki continued spouting threats. Anticipation flooded your senses as Katsuki backed Izuku up onto the dresser. Izuku let it happen; he was at a disadvantage with nothing of Katsuki’s to grab onto, and he braced himself against the surface. The muttering stopped, and a weighted beat of silence fell over the room as Izuku fixed a scared hand around Katsuki’s neck. He pulled Katsuki into him, clumsily closing the gap between them. You sucked in a breath as you watched Katsuki resist at first before melting into the contact, his hands falling to Izuku’s chest, then settling on his waist as he leaned into him.
Your entire reproductive system lit up like a Christmas tree as you watched them cling to each other. The past two weeks had already been torturous enough, with neither of them laying a finger on you. Now it seemed as if they were about to take each other down right in front of you. A spark of jealousy ignited within you and mixed with a yearning ache between your legs. Two minutes passed, and they were still going at it; that ember of jealousy had grown to a full-blown flame.
“Ahem,” you coughed. Izuku broke the kiss, and they both stared at you with half-lidded gazes, still clinging onto each other. “ Do I even need to be here?” You swallowed, eyes still wide with disbelief as Izuku kept his hand firmly on Katsuki’s throat.
“Aww, feeling left out?” Izuku flashed you a knowing grin. You returned an impatient glare.“Looks like I got two brats on my hand now,” Izuku keened, directing his gaze toward Katsuki. He finally took to swatting his hand away. He still wore his signature mug.
“Watch your mouth,” he snapped.
“Or what?” Izuku returned with a raised eyebrow. The tone of his voice sent a chill down your spine, although his words weren’t directed at you. Katsuki didn’t pipe up like he normally would; instead, he just glared.
The dynamic switch was a bit off-putting. You started to feel like an audience member all over again. It was a curious sight, Izuku crowded onto his dresser, and Katsuki planted firmly between his knees with an angry puppy-dog pout on his face. Although he was physically in a position of power, he looked ready to submit. Your face worked itself into a confused frown, chin tilting upwards with furrowed brows.
“You’ve been waiting a long time for me to put you in your place, haven’t you?” Izuku said, his eye lingering on Katsuki's toned lower abdomen before purposefully dragging up over his solid chest, tracing his sharp jaw and landing on his ruby eyes.
“So are you two like boyfriends, now?” You couldn’t help but interject, still feeling rather neglected.
A silent beat of communication passed between your roommates, with Katsuki stepping aside and Izuku sliding off the dresser and straightening his posture. His eyes carried deep shadows, like when storm clouds rolled over a plush field. You knew that storm was just rolling in.
“I think I’ll let you two hash this out on your own,” You said, moving to stand. Your patience had grown wafer-thin, and after watching your roommates nearly strip each other, you needed to relieve some tension before you exploded. There was a vibrator at the bottom of your underwear drawer that was going to have to hold you over. “Guess I’ll sleep in my own bed tonight.” You huffed, beginning to make your way towards the door.
“I think she’s throwing a tantrum,” Katsuki said, interrupting your exit. “God forbid she isn’t the center of attention for one minute.”
“Oh- he speaks?” You stopped dead in your tracks, spinning on your heels to face them. “ I know you, of all people, aren't talking.” You situated your hands on your hips, daring Katsuki to speak.
“Is this really how we’re gonna spend the rest of the night?” Izuku interrupted. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to get a handle on the situation. He moved past you to get to his desk. After putting away his laptop and rearranging a few things, he tapped the surface with an expectant glare in your direction.
You obliged with a bratty huff and crossed the room with your nose in the air. Katsuki’s blazing stare seared into your spine before dropping a little further, to your delicious ass once again. Izuku extended his hand to help you up onto the desk, just as you sat. His hands landed on your knees, the motion so abrupt that it caused you to jump.
“Open.” Your legs parted at his command, anticipation coursing through your veins. “Good girl,” he hummed as the corners of his mouth curled into an adoring smirk. A similar grin spread across your face at his small praise, and his hands slid up your thighs. Just as you were getting lost in the grassy depths of his irises, he spoke again.“You’re a dirty little thing, huh?” Izuku asked as his hand found its way between your thighs, to teasingly rub at the soiled patch of fabric covering your heat. “I think watching us go at it gets her excited, Kacchan.” He directed his attention back towards his friend.
“Yeah, she’s just greedy like that.” Katsuki had made his way over to where the two of you were, crowding the space between your knees.
Katsuki triumphantly plopped down in the desk chair, eye level with your weeping, clothed cunt, and stared at the way the flimsy pink material clung to your folds. Izuku situated himself on the side of you, assessing your reaction. You sucked in your bottom lip, hips subtly sliding closer to the edge of the desk.
“That’s fucking pretty,” Katsuki cooed, shoving your thighs further apart. He leaned down to pepper kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Izuku’s scarred hand caressed your jaw as he pressed his lips to yours, before moving to plant more open-mouth kisses down the side of your neck. You were quaking with need, reduced to practically a puddle on the surface of the desk. A shiver of surprise seized through you when you felt Katsuki’s teeth sink into the tender flesh of your thigh, and Izuku swallowed the pitchy moan that rattled through you.
You pulled out of the kiss eye low, and sexual frustration laced into your tone. “Why do I feel like I’m being punished?” Your hips bucked into the warmth of Katsuki's breath.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?” Katsuki teased, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down.
“Oh, I’ve been plenty patient, don’t you think?” Your eyebrows pulled together as you lashed at the man between your legs.
“Quite the attitude, tonight, huh?” Izuku said. “It’ll be fun to break that down,” He soothed, fixing a stray hair behind your ear. Your eyes narrowed at his patronizing tone, and you huffed impatiently.
“I’m not so sure, at this point- mmm.” Your bratting was cut off by the lazy drag of a finger through your sticky folds. Gathering the slick from your entrance and coating themselves in your nectar.
Katsuki marveled at the sight. He was still taking his time, and you wanted nothing more than to tangle your fingers in that ashy hair of his and pull him into you. As if the thought had been shared, Izuku’s hand gripped the back of Katsuki’s head, connecting his waiting mouth to your leaky core. You sucked in a shuddering breath as Katsuki licked on your clit. You glanced up at Izuku, thankful that he set things into motion.
“Feel good, pretty girl?” Izuku smoothed a hand over the top of your head, his other hand platformig you chin and guiding your eyes to his. His eyebrow quirked at the way your face twisted, although you were nodding in agreement. He knew you, he knew what your face looked like when you blissed out. It was his favorite sight in the universe.
He could hear your heavy breath, those broken breathy moans he’d heard many times over. However, something wasn’t quite right. His hand abandoned your chin, tangling in the back of Katsuki's head and pulling him off you. The blonde tried to snatch his head away, but the other man held firm, glaring down at him.
“You're doing it wrong,” he chastised his roommate. You gasped at the loss of contact. “Probably too rough,” He tisked.
“Huh?- How’d you know she doesn’t like it that way?” Katsuki pushed back, trying to jerk his head away again.
“'Cause I’ve done this more than you, remember?” Izuku keened, and Katsuki frowned. He released his hand from Katsuki's hair and quickly moved to his knees. With one of your legs tossed over his shoulder, he leaned into your needy pussy and admired the glossy coat of you mixed with Katsuki’s saliva. “Pay attention, you might learn something,” he said over his shoulder before directing his attention back to you.
His tongue dragged over your clit experimentally, and you shuddered in response. Without further warning, he latched onto your puffy clit with fervor. Your body vibrated, eyes snapped shut, and your back arched like a bow. Izuku was needier and sloppier when it came to eating you out, more passionate. He wasn’t racing to the finish line; he knew he would get you there, he just enjoyed relishing in the filthy sounds he could pull out of you. The overwhelming surge of pleasure caused your plush thighs to snap shut around Izuku’s head. His strong hands pried them apart as he latched onto you tighter. Katsuki was seething under the surface at the difference in your reaction. What was Deku doing that he wasn’t? How could that dork be better at anything than him?
Pure white pierced your vision as your hands found their way into the lush greenery between your legs, not knowing whether to push Izuku away or pull him closer. You were already on edge, so it didn’t take long for you to unravel, 90 seconds tops. Izuku noted it as a personal record for himself, happy that even if unknowingly, you were playing right into his hand in exploiting Katsuki’s inferiority complex.
Broken, breathy moans filled the room as your release washed over you. “Fuck, cumming!” The only words you could manage. Normally, he’d keep at it, working you over into an overstimulated mess, but this time he pulled away, sticky stings of your slick connecting the two of you.
“That’s my girl,” he said, looking up at you, enthused, patting your thigh with admiration. “Were you paying attention?” Izuku said, looking over to Katsuki. Your eyes landed there, too, on your forgotten roommate. You could see the irritation mixed with dismay on his face. He absolutely hates that Deku was showing him up right now.
It wasn’t like Katsuki was inexperienced, with his good looks and resounding confidence, women were always throwing themselves at him, and he’d taken advantage of that more than a few times. However, he lacked experience in the art of cunnilingus. Normally, he opted for quickies and opted out of activities that may cause unnecessary attachment; cuddling, pillow talk, staying the night, things of that nature. That was until now, until you. Katsuki wanted you to be obsessed with him; he wanted the same kind of attention you gave Deku. He tell you were head over heels for the damn nerd, and he just couldn’t stand playing second fiddle to that loser.
While Katsuki stirred, Izuku had taken to coaxing another Earth-shattering orgasm out of you. This time, he used his fingers to rub tight circles into your clit, before dipping down to plunge those same fingers into your messy entrance. His textured thumb continued to roll over your clit. You felt your legs push apart further as Katsuki worked himself back into the fold. He was never one to accept defeat, and he wasn’t going to let you or that green-haired bastard be the ones to change that.
“Wha-” You gasped in confusion, not even able to finish questioning before feeling Katsuki's mouth on you again. Now the lashings of his tongue were lighter, though still more rushed than his counterpart. Not that you were in any state to compare the two. His tongue wrestled with the pad of Izuku’s thumb before the latter gave way to give him the space he demanded. “Mmm- fuck Kats,” you gasped. Unexpectedly, Izuku’s fingers curled inside you, stroking perfectly against your sweet spot, fighting for your attention and praise, causing your cry out again.
The men had been competing their entire lives, in everything. From who got higher marks in school, to who was stronger, faster, better with women, and even silly things like who had the best handwriting. It seemed as if their competitive nature was coming to a head at this very second. Katsuki is going all out, trying to redeem himself, lapping at your clit and even venturing down, swiping his tongue over Izuku’s fingers as they pumped in and out of your fluttering pussy.
“Fuck baby, you close?” Izuku teased, already knowing the answer as he continued to stoke your spongy core. “Keep going, just like that.” At first, you thought the encouragement was for you, but after clocking the change in his tone, you realized he was coaching Katsuki.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Katsuki muttered into your cunt, finding himself lost in your taste and his one-sided competition. Your hips bucked and thrashed as the men pushed you over the edge, a familiar gush trickled out of you into Izuku’s hands, and his feverish thrusts caused your release to splash over your thighs, wetting Katsuki’s face. Your chest swelled and collapsed as a mangled mix of their names fell from your mouth. Leaving this round in a tie.
Katsuki pulled back, swiping his tongue over his lips, collecting every stray drop of your nectar. Izuku withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck your sweetness off of him. They both ravished you with their eyes, admiring the sight of you splayed out on the desk, eyes half-lidded, lips parted slightly as you try to catch your breath.
“See,” you spoke between shaky breaths. “Teamwork makes the dream work.” You said with a sly smile.
𝔸/ℕ: This didn't turn out like I wanted it to, but it ain't that bad. It took a long time cause I had a health scare that consumed my life and took a lot out of me. Somewhere along the way, I got a little disconnected from this. However, I'm still obsessed with the concept, so there will be more. (At least one more, no idea when...) Thanks for reading <3
𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤: Banners ( @pixopix @uzmacchiato @ghostgum)
The one person that explicitly asked to be tagged, hi bby (: @starryd147
When bk and deku first got intimate, bk was pretty confident because he’s fingered himself before and thinks he’ll be alright to take deku’s cock. Unfortunately, he neglected to think about how much larger Izuku’s hands are than his so he genuinely almost passes out when Izuku stretches him out on his fingers. Crying, writhing, can’t even speak other than unintelligible babbles because Izuku is sticking 4 digits in and vigorously fingering him. All you can hear is the sloppy, wet noises of bakugos hole reverberating around the room😖😖
