Instead of a loud, explosive Bakugou he’s shy and inexperienced and Izuku is the is the mean one. While the both of you are kissing n jerking off bakugou..? I NEED THAT
I’m so sorry if this is weird🥲
NOT WEIRD NOT WEIRD omg get out of my head i have like 3 wips that fall along very similar lines. i love reader and izuku ganging up on katsuki...
idk if you have perused my dk x bk x reader masterlist before but this is pretty much the only hc that i believe in (i am a dom!izuku subscriber first and foremost SORRY!!!) like this is perfect anon fr fr
anyway a quick little something on this...
٠࣪⭑ cw: 18+, (soft?)dom!deku, sub!reader and sub!inexperienced!katsuki, handjob, izuku being mean to me just = condescending
you've got one hand curled around katsuki's jaw to hold his head in place as you leave sloppy kisses everywhere your lips can reach. when his breath hitches and a whine escapes his throat, they're a trembling melody sung directly to your core.
izuku sits near you both, gaze sharp. when katsuki closes his eyes, he tuts. "kacchan..."
"what?"
"eyes open, please. i thought you wanted to learn? silly, how are going to learn with your eyes closed?"
your lips ghost against the skin of his throat now. licking the skin of his adam's apple earns you a groan. he sounds so pretty under these circumstances. prettiest he's ever sounded, you think.
izuku shifts so he looms behind you, pushing you closer to katsuki until you're forced to straddle one of the blonde's extended legs. one of his hands rests katsuki's hip, and the other slides down your arm until he gently grasps your wrist. a bead of sweat trickles down your neck. you could hear a pin drop – it's like you and katsuki are holding your breath.
him because he doesn't know what to say, doesn't know if he could muster a sentence if he tried with how fast his heart is racing and how much his mind is slowing down; you because you're strung tight like a coiled spring, waiting for izuku to speak and tell you what he needs you to do.
his breath his hot, curling around the shell of your ear. "you think i'm a pretty good teacher, right?" you nod. he kisses just below your earlobe. "we've had a lot of lessons... you remember our lessons, baby?"
"yes," you whisper.
"let's have a little quiz then. go ahead and touch kacchan for me, 'kay?" spoken with a tone like honey and molasses. a tone that makes you want to listen. you know it well.
with your wrist still held in izuku's loose hold, you wrap your fingers around katsuki's weeping cock, and he utters a strangled little gasp. "s-shit–"
"i don't appreciate interruptions during lessons," izuku interjects. then, to you, "can you help him?"
a trembling hand comes up and delicately clamps over katsuki's mouth. his eyes narrow, but otherwise, he doesn't move a muscle.
"thank you. now"–the hand holding your wrist tightens–"i want you to show kacchan how things are done."
one flick of your wrist and you feel katsuki pant against your palm. two and he whines. a third and his hips try to buck into your hand, only to be stopped by izuku's grip on his waist, like he was expecting it.
izuku's voice is low when he says, "how do you expect to learn anything if you aren't paying attention?" katsuki's eyes flick down to your hand working his shaft, pace guided by the grip on your wrist. "good. first you watch, then you do. alright?"