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After starting the same page in her book over for the fourth time, distracted by the commotion in the kitchen, Y/n had had enough, snapping it closed in one hand without bothering to mark her place.
Storming off the couch and into the kitchen, she spotted what started the fight this time.
Bakugo’s front was covered in flour as well as the floor where the rest of the bowl’s contents lied.
“You’re such a dumbass, Deku!” He yelled.
“It’s not my fault! You yanked the bowl out of my hand, Kacchan!” Izuku argued back.
Despite not wanting to take sides, considering she was fed up with both of them at this point, she couldn’t help but be proud of how far Izuku had come in the past three months.
When he had first met Bakugo, the blonde’s abrasive personality had pushed him into a submissive state of constant apologies and cowering back, but recently he’d been fighting back more. Y/n loved that he was standing up for himself.
“Enough!” Y/n growled, making Bakugo swallow whatever insult he was about to spit out.
The two quickly spun on their heels to face the girl.
“He started it!” Izuku spoke quickly. “I was going to make a nice dinner and then he came in and-“
“Are you-“ Bakugo looked to Deku in disbelief, “You’re lucky I came in here cause you can’t cook for shit, Deku!”
Y/n raised her hand, “I don’t care. I just don’t fucking care anymore. I’m so sick of you guys fighting.”
“It’s not my-“
“I said enough.” Y/n yelled, eyes going dark while her voice went deeper. It got the boys to shut up real quick.
Taking a deep breath, allowing her features to return to normal, Y/n continued in a calm voice moving in closer.
“Now, here's what we’re going to do.” Bakugo gasped as her hand shot out grabbing his neck before she turned to Izuku running the back of her index finger gently down his cheeks. She always knew just what to do to get each of her boy’s knees to buckle. “We are all going to go into the bedroom and you two are going to kiss and make up.”
“What? No way!” Bakugo’s yell morphed into a moan as the hand around his neck grew tighter.
“You want to try that again?” Y/n’s eyes narrowed.
The girl hummed thinking that would be the end of it, but just as she was about to continue with her plan he continued.
“If it wasn’t for stupid, Deku-”
“That’s It!” Y/n dragged Bakugo by the throat and Midoriya by the ear down the hall and into the bedroom, throwing them both onto the bed.
“Hey! I didn’t even do-” Y/n swallowed Midoriya’s complaint by smashing her mouth onto his.
Her hand cupped the side of his face sliding up into his hair. Giving it a small tug made the boy moan allowing her access to stick her tongue into his mouth.
Y/n pulled away with a smirk and switched to doing the same thing to Bakugo while the greenette was still dazed, bringing his finger to his lips. No matter how many times she had kissed him she always managed to leave them tingling.
Bakugo touched his lips the same way Midoriya had the only difference being his ability to see the devilish look in her eyes.
“Y/n, what did you do?” Bakugo asked, despite knowing the answer the moment he felt Y/n’s saliva slid down his throat.
Y/n raised an eyebrow playing dumb, “Oh nothing Katsuki~” Y/n sang, “I just gave you two a bit of motivation, should be kicking in soon enough.”
Her hand rubbed up and down their thighs. Bakugo’s eyes dropped down watching her barely brush where he wanted it most with a slack jaw. Only he found himself conflicted between wanting to watch the hand on his own leg or Deku’s.
As soon as she said it, Midoriya started feeling the same way he did the night they first met. His body started to heat up while his head started feeling dizzy and from the blush that was crawling up Bakugo’s neck he was feeling the same way.
Her hands crawled from their thighs up to rubbing circles on their chest. Bakugo’s teeth sank into his lip while Midoriya had no problem letting out his voice each time Y/n brushed over his hardened nipples.
“It’s so easy getting my boys turned on.” Y/n whispered into Deku’s neck.
Then, all at once, Y/n pulled back.
“No.” Midoriya whined, “Please don’t stop. It felt so good.”
“No reason it needs to stop,” Y/n nodded her head towards Bakugo.
Bakugo scoffed, “Don’t look at me. I’m not helping him.”
Y/n tongue grazed up Bakugo’s neck making him shiver.
“Suit yourself, but then no one’s going to help you with that little problem of yours?” Y/n’s eyes flashed down between the tent in Bakugo’s pants.
Y/n sank into the chair next to the bed while making a show of crossing one leg over the other.
Before he could respond Midoriya surprised them both by crawling onto his knees grabbing Bakugo by the front of his shirt, yanking him forward.
His eyes stared at Bakugo’s lips breathing heavy, “Sorry, Kacchan but I can’t- I need-“
A yelp left Bakugo as hands scooped under Bakugo’s thighs. Midoriya lifted him effortlessly into his lap, strong hands groping the blonde's ass tightly. Bakugo hated the way his body reflexively rocked back into his grip. More so, how hard Deku manhandling him made him.
Y/n hummed with a raised eyebrow, her tail coming out and swinging back and forth cursing herself for not making her two boyfriends do this sooner. Even if this didn’t stop the fighting it was still hot.
With a hand on the blonde's chest, Midoriya pushed him onto his back, crawling on top of him. Bakugo let out a silent moan as Midoriya rocked his hips forward slowly at first only to start picking up the pace as he fisted the back of his shirt yanking it over his head.
“Well, fuck, where did this Midoriya come from?” Y/n joked, rising from her chair and moving onto the bed pushing her chest against Midoriya’s back, “I can’t wait to make you cry out under me.”
A small whimper left Midoriya’s lips, his once determined and dark eyes softened as they met the girl’s, looking down to her lips as a silent plea for what he wanted from her.
“S-shut up~ He’s not even that~ Ah fuck!” Bakugo words got cut off in his throat as the greenette harshly rocked his hips forward again, annoyed that Bakugo had ruined the tense moment. Yet he was still rewarded with what he wanted as the girl held his jaw and kissed him deeply.
After a moment Bakugo’s growl got them to part, earning him their full attention as the boy crossed his arms.
“Aw, ‘zuku, I think Bakugo’s jealous.”
Looking away to try to hide his blush, Bakugo scoffed, “-‘m not jealous.”
“No?” Y/n’s hand rubbed circles against Izuku’s bare chest, dipping down the center of his body. The boy groaned, head falling back against Y/n’s shoulder as she gripped him through his pants. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I took care of Midoriya while you watched, right?”
With one hand holding the boy against her by his neck, the other cascaded down his body making a show of opening the boy's pants before disappearing from sight. The girl's teeth sank into his shoulder lapping over the wound with her tongue making the boy shudder all the while she held eye contact with the blushing blonde whose resolve was clearly breaking.
“You ready to apologize to Bakugo, ‘Zuku? Say you’re sorry for fighting with him?”
If it hadn’t been for the hand stroking him fast enough to make his brain turn to mush, he might have tried to argue a bit more, but instead he began nodding profusely, “Yes! Yes! Anything you want! Just please- Oh shit.” Midoriya groaned, body trying to coil in on itself as the girl squeezed his tip.
“Shhhh.” Y/n soothed, “Not yet, baby.”
Midoriya weakly raised a trembling arm up to hold the back of the girl’s head, “please, I need it! I was so close!”
She gave him a pity look petting down his hair, “I know, baby. Soon. Got to deal with the brat first, ok?” Her sharp eyes lazily fell onto the boy below her. “What about you, Katsuki? You ready to say you’re sorry to Midoriya?”
“Ha!” Bakugo laughed, before glaring, “I’d rather eat the poison he was cooking for you.”
Y/n’s tongue swiped along her bottom lip spreading a smirk. “That’s really how you want to play it? I’ll give you one chance. Go on,” In a fraction of a second, Y/n was next to Bakugo, hand pushing on his chest while her lips brushed against his ear, “apologize.” She whispered.
Y/n didn’t miss the way the boy swallowed, but she knew his resolve wouldn’t break that easily, especially not with the extra pair of eyes on him. It was one thing to have Y/n constantly whispering about Midoriya listening to him being fucked by her through the walls, but to have him actually in the room, to feel his emerald eyes gazing over his skin making annoying goosebumps cover him? That was something completely different. There was no way he was going to let this nerd see him at his most vulnerable. At least not until Deku was well beyond that point himself.
Again he laughed, crossing his arms with a smug look, “Why don’t you make me?”
Y/n bared her sharp teeth with a devilish smile, “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”
Whatever she then whispered to Midoriya had a tomato red blush spreading out to the tip of his ears and his eyes going wide. He looked from the girl to the blonde and then back again. His almost nervous looking expression made Bakugo’s mask falter as he searched his companies faces for more clues of what the girl might be planning.
“I don’t know. Are you sure?” Midoriya asked.
“Are you questioning me now? Maybe I’ll just have you both watch as I satisfy myself. Though that will just make me hungrier. Can’t promise I’ll be as gentle if that’s the case.”
“No! No, I’ll do it!” Midoriya scrambled to undo his belt, kicking his pants off as quickly as he could. “I just-” His eyes looked away, “The second thing you said is just a little intense.”
“Shhh.” Y/n cooed, “Don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
The hand that once seemed loving on the back of his neck tightened, throwing Midoriya across the other boy's body.
“What the hell?” Bakugo grunted at the additional weight, though Midoriya quickly held himself up by his elbows hovering over him.
“S-sorry.” Midoriya muttered. Followed by a short yell as a result from being struck on the backside.
“Don’t speak to him! He didn’t want to play nice, remember?”
Midoriya nodded, “Sorry, Ma’am.”
It didn’t take long for Y/n to have Midoriya’s arms shaking from having to hold himself up while he experienced so much pleasure. He was already denied once but now, as Y/n had one hand stroking his cock at a teasingly slow pace while her tongue prodded against his hole and teeth marks were left on his inner thighs and ass, he was on the verge of combustion. Only each time he got there, Y/n pulled away.
Course, Bakugo couldn’t see this from the way Midoriya was hovering over him. No, instead Bakugo was simply left to imagine the pleasure he was feeling and how he was getting it.
After all, there had to be a reason Midoriya was panting like a dog in heat, tears pricking at the corners of his eye, his body trembling above him. As much as Bakugo hated to admit it, he couldn't take his eyes away. Every movement the boy made above him, every whimper, every plea, it was all witnessed and left him squeezing his thighs together to get some kind of relief for the hard on still straining in his pants. Desperate to be the one feeling whatever Y/n was doing out of sight.
The indistinguishable sound of a slap made a small squeak leave Midoriya’s lips after his quivering arms gave way under him.
“Up!” Y/n ordered, once again stopping her actions on the boy.
“S-so-” He tried to apologize again laying across Bakugo’s chest, but his heavy breath against Bakugo’s neck took precedence causing the blonde's mind to feel fuzzy.
Another slap to his ass had the greenette rutting forward making Bakugo clench his jaw. Just the quick movement almost made him come in his pants since the lewd scene of Midoriya was still playing on a loop in his mind.
Slowly he lifted himself up, arms still wobbly. Another slap made his thighs tense.
“Please, I don’t-” The boy bit his tongue making the girl raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t what, Izuku?”
His voice lowered knowing not answering would result in further punishment, rushing to get his words out seeing the girl’s hand raise again.
“I don’t want to come from you spanking me!” He basically yelled covering his face after he did so.
Taking hold of his wrist, Y/n pulled his hands away to look him in the eyes, “No? So how do you want to come than?”
“H-how you told me you were going to let me.” His meek voice spoke.
Y/n pushed a strand of hair off Izuku’s forehead that was stuck there by sweat, “Yeah? Well, are you going to be my good boy?”
Izuku nodded eagerly. Spinning around to get back into position above Bakugo. The only difference being his hips were raised a bit higher.
“What about you, Kacchan~? Is this how you want to come?” Bakugo’s hips practically launched off the bed feeling Y/n touch him. “Seems like you're about to bust from just watching me take care of Izuku.”
Bakugo, who’s eyes were starting to glaze over with desire, didn’t respond, too focused on the girl’s hand between his legs. His hands gripping the pillow by his head tightly.
“Fuck, come on!” He yelled when Y/n backed off, “Yes! Yes, ok? I want you too.”
Y/n scoffed, “Come on, Bakugo. You know that’s not going to get you anywhere.”
Bakugo’s stupid pride kept his jaw shut, despite the flow of pleas he wanted to spill out.
The girl shrugged, feeling fed up with the blonde.
“Fine, suit yourself, but just so you know if he comes before you tell me what I want to hear, I’m going to throw him down next to you and fuck his brains out without so much as the breeze from my wings touching you. Understand me? You will get nothing!” She growled not waiting for a response before disappearing behind the green haired boy who lost his composure in a matter of seconds.
The girl’s tongue stretched out into one that resembled more of a snake than a human. It gave no warning before plunging back into Midoriya as he cried out. Despite being thinned out the muscle was still strong. Able to massage his walls deep inside him. Midoriya’s jaw went slack once she found his prostate with it continuously massaging it.
“Shit! Shi!. Shit! Y/n Please!” Izuku moaned, trying to back himself up, further relishing the pain that Y/n’s claws digging into his hips provided. “Yes! Yes! Shit, I’m gonna-”
“Fuck. Fine. You Win!” Bakugo yelled, but it was clear Y/n wasn’t stopping for just that, making the boy panic. “Please! Please, don’t make him come yet! I want you too!” Still nothing, “I-I’m sorry I was a brat, ok? Just don’t punish me like this. I’ll do anything else! Just don’t Ignore me!”
Izuku’s body quivered, feeling the girl’s tongue slither out of him, quickly replaced by two of her fingers thrusting into him just enough to keep him on the edge without tipping him over.
“Apologize to him.” Y/n growled.
Bakugo gulped, clenching his jaw, but the look of anger verging on disappointment made him suck it up.
“I’m Sorry, Deku.” He muttered out half heartedly
“I-i-it’s ok, Kac-”
“No!” Y/n cut off sternly. “That’s not good enough anymore!”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“I already gave you a chance to apologize through words. Now you’re going to have to show him.” Holding Midoriya by the neck, Y/n pulled him back till he was sitting up on his knees. her thumb pushed under his waistband shoving his pants down far enough for his member to finally be freed.
“Fuck.” Not even Bakugo himself knew if he said it from jealousy or excitement when his eyes saw Midoriya’s cock bowing under its own weight.
He had felt it rubbing up against him, but convinced himself it wasn’t as big as he thought. Boy was he wrong. For as small as Midoriya looked, he certainly was large where it counted.
Mesmerizing by it, as if each twitch was the swing of a hypnotist’s pendulum, Bakugo flipped onto his hands and knees crawling closer to the object that was making him drool.
Bakugo’s jaw fell open, tongue motionless, waiting to be weighed down. He let out a small whine feeling the small but effective pain the flick of Y/n’s finger sent to his forehead.
“Don’t be rude, Katsuki. Ask him if you can suck his cock.”
From the way Midoriya was already panting it was clear there was no way he would say no but Y/n was never going to let him move forward if he didn’t.
“Please,” he swallowed hard, the saliva filling his mouth making it hard to speak. “Please, let me suck your cock, nerd.” Though he usually used it as an insult, possibly as a failsafe for later so he can say he didn’t give in easily, the name came off soft like a nickname of childhood friends.
Midoriya nodded so fast, “Yes, yes. Go ahead.”
Bakugo didn’t hesitate and Y/n didn’t stop him.
Midoriya inhaled sharply. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin. His nipples ached against the cool air of the room. Shaky fingers were buried into pale blond spikes, and his gaze was locked with crimson eyes staring up at him. Their glare quickly morphed into soft glazed over look as he savored the salty sweet taste that had him moaning as he took Midoriya deeper, tongue lapping at his head to get more. Struggling not to thrust into the tight, wet heat of Bakugou’s mouth, he whined.
Bakugo swallowed hard, squeezing Midoriya’s tip with the back of his throat.
The green haired boy shuddered, trying to hold back from blowing his load immediately. If he did, he would never live it down. Bakugou would make sure of that. He’d never let him.
Midoriya’s hand was pressed to his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to figure out how he ended up with one of the hottest guys he’d ever seen on his knees, sucking his cock like it was the most delicious candy while the most beautiful woman in the world sat behind him whispering words of praise in his ear. A hot zing of pleasure tore through him when Bakugou’s tongue rubbed a sensitive part of his glans. He whimpered, tears stinging his eyes.
The room was blessedly silent, aside from the lewd wet noises.
“Look how cute he is choking on your cock.” Y/n whispered against his neck. “Be rough with him. He loves it.”
Her hand joined his in the blonde’s hair scratching a little at his scalp before yanking it harshly making his small purrs turn into desperate moans. The vibrations brought Midoriya right up to the brink.
It was getting harder and harder for the blonde to breathe but he dealt with it. He knew the taste of Midoriya's cock now, it didn't bother him. In fact, he loved it. He loved it so much, so fucking much, he could get addicted to worshipping the thick girthy cock.
Midoriya's fingers tightened in Bakugo’s spiky hair, pulling him forward more abruptly and forcing him to deep throat. Now Bakugo was beginning to struggle. His hands held Midoriya’s thighs as he tried to keep himself steady; the greenette wasn't exactly gentle with him, especially with the way he kept him in place. Nothing like the way Midoriya portrayed himself.
His coughs were muffled by Midoriya’s cock in his throat. His eyes watered again just like before from the pain of not breathing. Midoriya moved his head for him, using his mouth as a personal toy. He was thrusting into his face until finally he had the nerves to keep Bakugo's face pressed against him without letting go. The only thing Bakugo could feel now was the fire in his chest from not breathing.
He blinked, and a tear rolled down his cheek. The heat coiling tighter in his groin was nearly unbearable.
“Please.” Midoriya whined, his plea slipping past his palm, as he tilted his head back to stare at the girl.
“Go ahead, baby. You’ve been so good.” Y/n praised.
The boy didn’t need more than a half a thrust before he was coming undone.
Bakugo didn't pull away fast enough. He forgot he had the choice to. He kept Midoriya's cock deep in his mouth instead of breathing. And there was nothing hotter than Bakugo picking Midoriya instead of actually breathing in air. By the time it clicked that he could move away, Midoriya was already cumming in his mouth.
Midoriya’s cum spilled on his tongue and down his throat. Still, Bakugo didn't move. There was a lot more than he expected as well, but he couldn't do anything about it. He swallowed as Midoriya continued cumming in his mouth. It was swallow after swallow after swallow until there was nothing left for him to drink.
He breathed deeply, staring up at the sky with eyes rolled back, thighs trembling. There was still heat around his cock, the same sensation that made him want to go again.
He looked down at Bakugo only to find that he wasn't struggling to hold anything in his mouth.
There was nothing.
He swallowed all of it.
Feeling the exhaustion hit him, Midoriya all but collapsed against Y/n.
While rubbing Midoriya’s sides Y/n spotted the way Bakugo was hunched over shaking the same way Midoriya was.
A wide smile crept onto her face, a finger tilting Midoriya’s tired head up, “Look ‘zuku. Bakugo loved the taste of your cock so much he came just from sucking you off.”
Bakugo tried to defend himself, but his voice came out as nothing more than an incoherent string of babbling.
“Eh! Don’t you dare!” Y/n shoved Midoriya forward causing him to collapse on top of Bakugo before rolling off to the side. Simultaneously stopping both the boy’s from falling asleep. “If you think I’m not starving after watching that, you're crazy. Not a chance in hell I’m not feeding.”
Blinking up at the girl, Midoriya’s eyes went wide, her features had fully changed into that of the succubus. Her long snake-like tongue poke out passed her sharpened teeth licking over her smirk, blackened eyes reflecting his scared expression back to him.
He wasn’t scared of her. She was the love of his life and always would be. Though some would view her as a demon in this form, he saw her as an angel, a dark angel, but an angel nonetheless. No, he was scared of the look in her eyes. The one that said she wanted to devour them, to feed off them until they both were so worn out they couldn't so much raise a finger.
Bakugo yelped as Y/n flipped him onto his back, yanking him from underneath his knees toward her before hoisting his legs up onto her shoulders. Gripping the fabric that was covering his ass with both hands, Y/n pulled in opposite directions, splitting them and his underwear down the seam, continuing to slash the material with her claws until he was left bare. Fragments of his clothing left scattered and forgotten about around them.
“Fuck!” The blonde’s cock jumped, back arching, feeling the pain of Y/n’s teeth sinking into the flesh of his ass sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine before she pulled back tongue lapping at the wound that marked him as hers.
“‘Zuku, baby, get these nice and wet for me, will you?” Y/n stuck out her index and middle finger watching as Midoriya’s eyes lit up, crawling forward, devouring the girl’s fingers until they brushed the back of his throat.
He hummed sucking her fingers just as eagerly as Bakugo sucked his dick. When he was done his jaw went slack releasing her soaked fingers. Retracting them, the string of spit connecting the two snapped, cold saliva hitting Midoriya’s chin.
The blonde’s entire shuddered feeling the brush of the girl’s fingers against his rim.
Y/n’s chuckle saunter down Bakugo’s spine, low and knowing.
The cold room had chilled the makeshift lube considerably by the time Y/n had pushed her middle finger against Bakugo’s hole. It clenched around nothing, feeling Y/n circling, prodding, but not going any further than a hint of pressure behind the pad of her finger.
Every time Bakugo thought she was going to go all the way in she just went back to circling. Midoriya felt giddy seeing the vicious smirk Y/n started to sport. It always made it more fun when she embraced her sadistic side.
Bakugo let out a frustrated grunt when Y/n dodged his attempt at rolling his hips back against her finger.
“Come on. Please. I need- ahhh~” A moan cut his sentence short, feeling Y/n thrust both fingers into him without warning.
It was only her fingers, but god, did they feel good. Despite still being relatively soft from their morning escapades, the burn of the stretch only aided to his arousal. Every time they entered him, Y/n was able to push a moan from his lips. Once she found the ball of muscle that made Bakugo’s whole body jerk she just kept playing with it, rubbing it over and over again relishing the way the boy’s hole clenched around her fingers.
“M-more.” The blonde rasped, trying to steady his breath as his heart pounded into his chest.
“Come now, Bakugo. If you fall apart this easily with only my fingers, how are you ever going to handle it when I let Midoriya to fuck you?”
The thought made Bakugo make a small, pitiful noise. It was a mix between a moan and a whimper. A noise to represent the pleasure of the present and the yearning for what was to come.
”Fuck, you like that idea don’t you. You just clenched up so tight at only the thought of it.” Y/n spoke looking over to the green haired boy that was watching them, staring as if the two were the brightest stars in the sky.
She crooked her fingers just to feel Bakugo jolt. Bakugo had been ready for a few minutes, but she loved watching him throw his hips back faster and faster against her fingers trying to get them to go deeper. He was aching so openly, “Please!”
Midoriya bit his lip, but it did nothing to hide his smirk that settled there. “You’re so pretty when you beg, Kacchan.”
Stroking his perineum with an idle thumb, Y/n hummed in agreement. “Oh, he’s a pretty fucker, that’s for sure.” She yanked her fingers free.
Repositioning Bakugo’s legs from her shoulder to around her hips, she tugged Bakugo’s back up so Midoriya could sit behind him.
Bakugo’s jaw went slack, feeling Y/n grope and pull his cheeks apart. He reached down, but his hand was batted away, letting Y/n take his hands and rest them on her breasts instead. Her hand’s disappeared behind him. Though he couldn’t see what she was doing, Midoriya’s gasp followed by a wet slapping sound made it clear.
She grabbed his shaft, stroking it a few times before lining him up with Bakugo’s hole. With a moan, Bakugo rocked back onto it, his rim stretching around Midoriya as he took in an inch. “Oh god !”
“Not god.” Y/n’s breath skated across his ear. “Just us.” She moved her hand to rest against his lower back holding him.
Bakugo’s hands tightened against her breasts. “Such a good boy, taking his cock like that.”
He can feel the blush crawling up his neck. She knew that was a thing for him, but Midoriya’s expression said he just realized it too.
With a whine, Bakugo took the last few inches in one movement. His entire body burned, his thighs straining.
“You like being a good boy for us, Don’t you?” She said tightening her grip around him so when Y/n rocked up and down on her knees he had no choice but to mirror her.
With their chest’s pushed together Y/n rocked them nice and slow, the head of Midoriya’s cock grazing his prostate with each thrust. His hips twitched.
Bakugo sucked in a desperate breath. “Yes.”
Midoriya’s arm coiled around his stomach, his teeth scraping the blonde’s neck. Y/n was close enough that she could feel just how hard he was, how much he enjoyed having Midoriya inside of him.
“Then fuck yourself down on Midoriya’s big, fat cock. I bet your hole’s screaming for it.”
Bakugo shivered. All too aware of Midoriya at his back, he tentatively squeezed Y/n’s tits as he rises up. His cock glides out of him so smooth and slick there’s barely a hitch. His own bobs between them, starting to drool precome onto the girl’s stomach.
He never let himself imagined Midoriya as the one fucking him nor that he would be enjoying it so much that his tongue would be hanging out of his mouth panting as he took him deeper but now that it was happening he could finally admit to himself how much he’d been wanting it.
He couldn’t deny that every now and then he caught himself admiring how good looking Midoriya was with his stupid freckles, annoyingly bright sparkly emerald eyes, and his muscular body that he wanted to lick every inch of.
Even if he wanted to, once Y/n caught him moaning Midoriya’s name while angrily jerking himself off after one of their fights she would never let him deny it.
Until the night he found the green haired boy curled up on Y/n’s chest after they both fell asleep on the couch he continued to think it was nothing more than hatred towards the boy. It only dawned on him that it might be something more when he realized he wasn't just jealous of him being so close to his girl, but also of Y/n for getting to hold him so close.
Though acknowledging this only made the fighting worse like when Bakugo shoved Midoriya into the lake so he wouldn’t see the blush on his face after the smaller boy complimented his bathing suit, or when he said Midoriya was just Y/n’s side piece because he was starting to worry they were getting to realize they’d be better off without him, (Y/n spent a week doing everything she could to convince him he could never be replaced,) or when Bakugo walked into the kitchen and tried to yank the mixing bowl out of Midoriya’s hands to distract himself from how hard his heart started beating after watching a bead of sweat trail down his forehead and along his neck thinking about it happening in another context.
“I bet you could take more.” Y/n purred at the same time Midoriya snapped his hips, rubbing up against him.
The next time Bakugo slammed himself down he felt the tip of Y/n’s tail waiting flush against the base of Midoriya’s cock prodding against his stretched rim.
“Oh, fuck.” The blond groaned.
“Bet that slutty hole of yours would fucking love to be stuffed with both of us.” She grabbed Bakugo by the back of his neck, “Taking what we give you like a good boy.” Y/n adds.
She wrapped a hand around him then. Her thumb at his slit, using his precome to slick the way for her fist, to stroke him quickly, no relief in her pace. “All you have to do is ask, Bakugo. Good boys ask.”
Bakugo finds he wants to. The words are on the tip of his tongue. He wants to feel Y/n, too. He wants to be good .
His orgasm hits him before he can. It’s strong, being intensified by the two of them. Y/n’s hand keeps moving, keeps up the same pace as before as he spills over her fist.
Midoriya became mesmerized by the stringing of spit that Bakugo’s lax jaw displayed, slipping his fingers inside, pleased to feel the vibrations of Bakugo’s moan around the digits, and it’s so much. Almost too much. The only thing that keeps Bakugo upright is their arms around him.
When Y/n finally let go of his sensitive cock, it was to bring her come covered fingers up to her mouth. She licked them clean holding eye contact with them knowing from the look on the green haired boy’s face he wished she had offered them to him.
“That’s not fair.” Bakugo groaned without thinking, too drunk on pleasure to stop the words from slipping out. His ass is still idly clenching down on a pulsing cock. His body shook with Y/n’s laugh.
Knowing how to keep Y/n’s bright smile on her face, Midoriya rutted up into him. “She’s still hungry and I didn’t cum yet.” He said, voice husky with arousal.
The contact of his hot breath made Bakugo’s cock twitch, spent, but wanting. He clears his throat nervously. “Are you going to —?”
“To what?” Y/n’s gaze is curious.
“To fill me up!” Bakugo blurts out before he can stop himself, because he doesn’t want to stop himself, not really. “Both of you.”
“Is that what you want? You want us to stuff you so full your hole will stay open long after we're finished with you?”
He could say no. He could say he’s tired. He could get off the bed, off Midoriya’s dick, and get dressed, still wet, still open. He could leave.
“Fuck me,” Bakugo says instead.
Y/n adjusting herself so her tail sat between her legs knowing every time it thrusted it would rub against her clit feeding her twice as much. Midoriya helped a shaky Bakugo climb up higher in her lap, thighs draping over one another’s. The smaller boy moved with him as to avoid having to take his cock out of the tight heat pressing his chest to Bakugo’s strong, defined back.
Bakugo’s breath catches as he feels Y/n tail once again start to prod at his entrance tip wet with its own form of lube.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait for long before Y/n’s tail rubbed at where she and Midoriya are connected, teasing his rim until she’s satisfied she can begin to slip in to join him. It’s a tight fit for sure.
Bakugo groans, tilting his head back to expose his neck muscles.
“Maybe We should stretch him out on our fingers first?” Midoriya suggested seeing Bakugo’s face contort in what he decided was discomfort.
What he doesn’t realize is that Bakugo is actually clenching his jaw so hard to stop himself from cumming so soon. The burn of the stretch creating enough pleasure to make him feel like he’s on the verge of combusting.
Peeking open his eyes, Bakugo can tell Y/n knows what he’s thinking.
“Well, Bakugo? Should I pull out and have Midoriya finger fuck you while his cock is still in you?” Y/n mocked while and outstretched hand gave Midoriya the opposite treatment petting down his hair as he pushed up into her touch.
Fuck. He did want that. He wanted Y/n to order him to bend over the bed with his head in her lap and her hands roaming his chest being a mixture of harsh and gentle to his nipples while Midoriya’s long scarred beautiful fingers fucked him until he couldn’t speak a word… but not right now. Not when this already felt like it was too much and not enough all at the same time. He could only imagine what it was going to feel like when Y/n was fully inside him and he didn’t want to wait another second.
“No! Fuck! No! Please, don’t pull out!” He whined. “I want it! I-I need it! Just shove it in. I can take it!” Despite his already trembling thighs saying otherwise.
Y/n peppered the boy's face with kisses, licking the tears that Bakugo hadn’t even known started to spill.
“You’re getting desperate for it, aren’t you?”
He is. Fuck, he is . Bakugo isn’t sure if he says anything coherent, but he knows the noises he’s making are proof enough he’s desperate. He’s already pushing his limits in such a good way and she wasn’t even in all the way.
Another inch. Slow, steady, burying the thickest part of Y/n’s tail in him. If Bakugo hadn’t already come, he thinks he might have the moment that thick cone shaped point popped in alongside Midoriya. His rim spasmed, his hips jerked, and his entire body was torn over whether to move into the press or away from it.
Midoriya bit his lip, able to feel the appendage rubbing against the underside of his dick with how confined the two were not to mention how Bakugo was wiggling.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He finally broke, squeezing Y/n’s arm as his head pressed into Bakugo’s shoulder trying to calm himself down. “I’m… I’m sorry, Y/n. I know you’re hungry.”
Y/n tilted his chin up to look up at her, “Anytime I feed off you guys it’s worth the wait. Take your time.”
It was true. It hadn’t been till she fell in love with Bakugo that she realized feeding off the ecstasy of someone that she shared an emotional connection with tasted so much sweeter and more filling that all of the one night stands she devoured till there was nothing left combined.
Only Bakugo didn’t feel the same groaning in frustration.
Y/n easily settled him by gently fondling his growing cock. “It’s going to be amazing,” she said right into his ear. “Just you wait.”
The wait was agonizing. What felt like three hours later, which was probably only a minute, Midoriya’s picked his head back up nodding that it was ok to continue. Now that the thickess part of her was buried the real fun could begin.
Y/n set a pace that Midoriya soon did the opposite of and once they set their rhythm they didn’t hold back. Every time she dove in he pulled out and vice versa never giving Bakugo a second to breathe. A constant crescendo of moans erupted from him as his prostate felt like it was being jackhammered into nonstop.
Sweat was beading up on his brow, his jaw tensed, and the tension didn’t disappear once as he spread his legs as wide as possible given the position.
“Fuck, that’s good!” Y/n moaned feasting on both the boys pleasure as well as her own grinding her body down on her tails movements.
Reaching around Bakugo, Y/n sunk her claws into Midoriya’s hips pulling him even closer. The boy’s yell quickly morphed into a stuttered moan feeling the girl’s tail wrap around his cock a few times.
Bakugo’s eyes began to cross. He had no idea what she was doing inside of him, just that one minute he felt more of her tail slither in his hole and the next it felt like a wrestler had their full arm inside of him. He could feel each thrust in his throat.
Their opposing movement now serving two purposes; bruising Bakugo’s prostate while simultaneously jerking Midoriya off.
“No,no,no,no!,” Midoriya pleaded through gritted teeth, husky, a bit of a euphoric look on his face at odds with his words, “If you keep doing that I’m not going to last. I’m going to cum inside him!”
Bakugo couldn’t help, but clench down in response, something like a begging whimper at the back of his throat.
Y/n hummed soothingly in understanding, but she didn’t stop nor slow down.
“Go ‘head than. I’m not stopping you. You don’t mind if ‘Zuku blows his load inside you, do you Katsuki~?” Y/n sang his name knowing each time she did, whether in the bedroom or not, it sent a shiver down Bakugo’s spine.
Bakugo shook his head, “Please, cum inside me, Izuku.”
It must of had the same effect on Midoriya because after hearing his name drooled from Bakugo’s lips it was like someone lit a fire under him. He fucked into Bakugo like he was the desperate one, like they didn’t have any time, like he’d die if he was not buried in his tight hole over and over again. Each in and out pushed him through the soft coil of Y/n’s tail. His fingers dug into Bakugo’s thighs hard enough they were bound to leave marks.
“Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Bakugo screamed over the bed crashing against the wall.
Midoriya, soaring high on endorphins, pinched Bakugo’s chin forcing him to look his way. His moans were music to his ears, but he wanted to taste them, to swallow them up, before the world had a chance to hear, so he did the only thing he could think of to satisfy the desire that was burning him from the inside out. Grabbing Bakugo by the back of his head he pulled him forward so he met his lips halfway.
For a moment it was like the world froze for all three of them. Bakugo caught off guard, Midoriya swooning that he finally did it, and Y/n shocked but delighted at the sudden display. The clock only freed from its stagnant state when Bakugo began kissing him, rolling his hips letting Midoriya know he didn’t half to hold back, that Bakugo wanted to kiss him just as much.
Y/n had never felt such bliss swelling inside her. It was like a weight had fallen off her shoulder’s that she’d been carrying for the longest time. She no longer had to wonder if they were really just putting up with each other for her. If Bakugo hated her for falling in love with another boy even though she loved him just as much or if Midoriya would be better off if he’d never knocked on her cabin door and went on to fall in love with a normal girl who he didn’t need to share.
The way they held each other, the way the kiss reflected their frustration for having to hold back so long, it showed her she didn’t have to split herself in half for them, not if the three of them could make a whole.
Rewarding them, Y/n’s tail started thrusting even harder, one hand tugging at Bakugo’s hair, while the other one scratched down Midoriya’s back. Eventually leaving them with no choice, but to break apart before the lack of air caused them to pass out.
“Thankyou,Thankyou,Thankyou!” Midoriya started chanting over and over again.
“Such good fucking boys! Love you so fucking much!” Y/n praises.
“Feels so good!” Bakugo panted. “So fucking good!”
The moment Y/n’s hand squeeze the tip of Bakugo’s cock he was screaming as his second orgasm was ripped out of him. His cock pulsed weakly, smearing come on Y/n’s shirt, the other man still moving, still fucking until suddenly he wasn’t.
With a groan, Midoriya slamed into him one final time, rolling against him in tight circles as he fills him up shooting his pent up load deep inside Bakugo. Every shot that pumped out sent a tremor of aftershocks through the boy's body. The tail pumping him a few extra time until the boy’s whines told him he had nothing left to give and it uncoiled, releasing him.
Though the pleasure he was getting from having his ass fucked harder than he ever thought possible stopped, Y/n’s hand didn’t. Not until he was squirming to get out of her grip and still she continued.
“No. Fuck. stop, Please, it’s too much. I got nothing left. It’s too-“ Bakugo began to sob as she tortured him well beyond overstimulation until his hip snapped up in a pathetic excuse for a thrust. She finally let go allowing the boy to curl in on himself as he was forced to orgasm for the third time. His poor cock giving nothing more than a few twitches and drops.
When Midoriya pulled out his cock was shiny and starting to soften, neither seemed to care about the mess spilling down Bakugo’s legs and onto the sheets. Gripping Bakugo’s hips, he helped the exhausted boy up the bed until he collapsed right next to him.
The blonde glanced up at Y/n, barely having the strength to raise his arm as he pawed the air.
“Want you too.” He begged, clearly having trouble keeping his eyes open.
As she laid between them, stomach filled after the buffet they gave her, Bakugo used any and all the strength he had left the turn on his side and cuddle himself up against her with his head on her chest.
She kissed his forehead whispering softly, “I told you it’d be amazing,”
Though he made a small noise, Y/n knew he was long past being able to comprehend her. A statement that she figured the green haired boy who mirrored Bakugo’s position on her left side should have been in though his tapping finger on her chest said otherwise.
“This is the part where you sleep, not over think. There will be plenty of time for that later.”
He hummed, but she could tell his mind was still racing.
“This wasn’t a just onetime thing.” The girl assured. “I see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one’s looking. It’s the same way I look at the two of you. Even when you’re being pains in my ass, you’re still my pains in the ass,” Y/n nudged the boy’s side, “and you certainly were just a pain in his. Did you hear how loud he was moaning for you?”
Midoriya wasn’t surprised. Y/n always seemed to know what was bothering him. Though he smiled, she could tell it didn’t reach his eyes.
“I don’t know. That was probably just because of the aphrodisiac in your saliva.” Midoriya’s heart hurt to think it had been all a lie.
Y/n tilted her head, “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I didn’t add any venom to either of your kisses.” Midoriya quickly turned his body to look at her fully as she just shrugged. “You both needed a little push to express your feelings, but everything that happened after that was all you two.”
Midoriya hide his flushed face behind his hands, “But still-“
“Alright. To quell your anxiety, I’m going to tell you exactly how this is going to go, but you better go to sleep after. We are going to wake up and Bakugo is going to be distant for a while. That does not mean he regrets this or hates you, it means he’s sorting out his own feelings and we have to let him. Then he’ll slowly start joining us again once he realizes that it’s ok to want this too. I’m not saying the old problems are just going to vanish, but every now and then he’ll start slipping in a nice deed or a compliment here and there brushing it off like it’s nothing, but watching to see how you react. It might take some time, but he’ll get there. Deep down he knows what he wants, but he buried his emotions under a pile of cautiousness a long time ago. Just be patient, he’ll seek you out when he’s ready.”
“How do you know?”
“Because that is exactly how we got together.”
Midoriya smiled, hugging Y/n tight, “I’ll wait however long it takes.”
A silence took over the room cut only by Bakugo’s small snores as Y/n kissed Midoriya head and he buried himself in her side watching as her tail reached passed him in search of the light switch.
His Heart was so filled with love for the girl it heard his chest though, when Bakugo was ready, he would pour just as much love in for him not caring if it were to burst. It was just a matter of time.
Y/n could’ve told him about how Bakugo would stares out the window waiting for him to come back from town only to get antsy when he doesn’t come back on time, or bring up how the blonde just happens to always make Midoriya’s favorite meal when he’s having a bad day or how Bakugo seems to ‘accidentally’ end up in the middle of the two most nights instead of staying on his side of the bed, but figured Midoriya would start to see it soon enough.
Though, she thought with a mischievous smile, there was something the innocent Midoriya probably wouldn’t see for a while and Y/n just hated keeping secrets for so long from her boyfriend.
“Oh, I also caught him moaning your name while he was jerking himself off a few different times and he comes extra hard when I tease him that you’re listening to me fuck him on the other side of the door.” Y/n spoke as if it was no big deal laughing as Midoriya tensed. “Welp, goodnight!” Y/n’s tail slapped the light switch plunging the room into darkness leaving Midoriya’s imagination to make sure there was one part of him that was going to go down for a while.