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bkdk roommates; no quirks; bakugou is bi and izuku is his chaotic bisexual awakening (only took him 20 years to realize it); bkdk are 24 and 23 respectively!
/inner thoughts/
#seroroki side pair
#nsfw #noquirksau
bkdk roommates; no quirks; bakugou is bi and izuku is his chaotic bisexual awakening (only took him 20 years to realize it); bkdk are 24 and 23 respectively!
/inner thoughts/
https://twitter.com/unhingedA03/status/1653746227262136321
Katsuki Bakugou is going to die.
Not literally, but also yes. Literally.
He is going to die if he has to keep seeing his totally, 100% definitely-not-hot and drool-worthy roommate (not to mention childhood best friend) Izuku Midoriya walking around their shared apartment -
Not literally, but also yes. Literally.
He is going to die if he has to keep seeing his totally, 100% definitely-not-hot and drool-worthy roommate (not to mention childhood best friend) Izuku Midoriya walking around their shared apartment -
in shorts and barely-covering-his-stomach t-shirts during this outrageous heat wave.
The popsicle Katsuki was eating falling into the sink pulls him back from his wandering thoughts. /Fuck this./
He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his black tank top (don’t even start) -
The popsicle Katsuki was eating falling into the sink pulls him back from his wandering thoughts. /Fuck this./
He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his black tank top (don’t even start) -
sighing deeply as he rinses the sink off. Katsuki moves to the fridge and grabs an ice pack, just as he hears keys jangling at the front door.
Izuku’s home.
/Well, shit./
Izuku’s home.
/Well, shit./
The door closes swiftly, and Katsuki can hear the clatter of keys falling onto the entrance table, followed by Izuku’s sneakers dropping onto the ground next to the door.
“Kacchan?” Izuku calls.
Katsuki groans. “What, Deku?”
Izuku pokes his head around the corner -
“Kacchan?” Izuku calls.
Katsuki groans. “What, Deku?”
Izuku pokes his head around the corner -
a big smile on his definitely not-super-cute freckled face.
“Good, you’re here! Guess what I finally managed to buy!”
Before Katsuki can respond, Izuku strides into the kitchen, dragging a massive box behind him.
“A year’s supply of microwave ramen?”
“Good, you’re here! Guess what I finally managed to buy!”
Before Katsuki can respond, Izuku strides into the kitchen, dragging a massive box behind him.
“A year’s supply of microwave ramen?”
Izuku pouts. “Don’t be mean, Kacchan!”
Katsuki snorts. “What the hell is in that box, then?”
Izuku perks back up. “A new fan! You know it’s not gonna get any better these next few days, so I thought-”
Katsuki snorts. “What the hell is in that box, then?”
Izuku perks back up. “A new fan! You know it’s not gonna get any better these next few days, so I thought-”
Katsuki closes the distance between them, towering over his roommate. Izuku knocks into the box as he takes a clumsy step backwards, looking up at him.
“This is probably the best idea you’ve ever had, nerd.”
“This is probably the best idea you’ve ever had, nerd.”
Katsuki fights back the urge to ruffle those messy green curls he’s been dying to touch since the day Izuku moved in with him.
Izuku smiles, a light pink blush spilling across his cheeks. “Wanna help me set it up?”
“Oh hell no.”
Izuku smiles, a light pink blush spilling across his cheeks. “Wanna help me set it up?”
“Oh hell no.”
“Hah?! Why not?”
“You bought it!” Katsuki practically howls in laughter as he throws his now-lukewarm ice pack at Izuku. The green-haired idiot almost drops it as he frowns up at Katsuki.
“You bought it!” Katsuki practically howls in laughter as he throws his now-lukewarm ice pack at Izuku. The green-haired idiot almost drops it as he frowns up at Katsuki.
“What if I need help putting it together?”
Katsuki gives in - just a little. He flicks Izuku’s nose tenderly, smirking as the young man yelps. “That’s what the internet’s for, silly Deku.”
Katsuki gives in - just a little. He flicks Izuku’s nose tenderly, smirking as the young man yelps. “That’s what the internet’s for, silly Deku.”
He challenges Izuku’s hard stare, chuckling lowly when Izuku finally gives in, averting his gaze as the blush creeps down his neck.
“Now get to work - I’m already sweating through this shit.” Katsuki tugs at his tank top -
“Now get to work - I’m already sweating through this shit.” Katsuki tugs at his tank top -
licking his lips to taste remnants of his ill-fated popsicle.
“It’d go a lot faster if you helped!” Izuku squeaks, his eyes focused on Katsuki’s hand.
“Sorry - couldn’t help even if I wanted to. I gotta work on something with Hanta, so I’m out.” Katsuki brushes past Izuku -
“It’d go a lot faster if you helped!” Izuku squeaks, his eyes focused on Katsuki’s hand.
“Sorry - couldn’t help even if I wanted to. I gotta work on something with Hanta, so I’m out.” Katsuki brushes past Izuku -
willing the goose flesh spreading across his skin to disappear.
“Tell him I said hi! Todoroki, too!” Izuku calls out as Katsuki puts on his shoes.
“Not happening, nerd. Don’t set the place on fire while I’m gone!” The door clicks shut behind him before he can hear Izuku whine.
“Tell him I said hi! Todoroki, too!” Izuku calls out as Katsuki puts on his shoes.
“Not happening, nerd. Don’t set the place on fire while I’m gone!” The door clicks shut behind him before he can hear Izuku whine.
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“Dude, this shit is gonna kill me.”
Katsuki takes off the last clip from the busted skid plate on Hanta’s car. He wipes at the sweat building up on his forehead with the back of his arm.
“You’ve been saying that a lot, Bakugou.” Hanta snickers as Katsuki glares at him.
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“Dude, this shit is gonna kill me.”
Katsuki takes off the last clip from the busted skid plate on Hanta’s car. He wipes at the sweat building up on his forehead with the back of his arm.
“You’ve been saying that a lot, Bakugou.” Hanta snickers as Katsuki glares at him.
“Mock me again and I’ll shove this socket wrench up your ass-”
“Hmm. It would fit-”
“SHO!” Hanta’s face is bright red as his clueless boyfriend looks between him and Katsuki, who is choking from laughing so hard.
“Hmm. It would fit-”
“SHO!” Hanta’s face is bright red as his clueless boyfriend looks between him and Katsuki, who is choking from laughing so hard.
“What? I was being serious,”
“God, you can be real fucking funny sometimes, Icyhot.”
“I hate that nickname, you know.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Not my fault your hair looks like the fuckin’ packaging, dude. Can you pass me that?” He nods at the new skid plate on the table -
“God, you can be real fucking funny sometimes, Icyhot.”
“I hate that nickname, you know.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Not my fault your hair looks like the fuckin’ packaging, dude. Can you pass me that?” He nods at the new skid plate on the table -
next to Shouto.
“You have been having this gay crisis for the last few weeks, why don’t you just tell Midoriya how you’re fe-” Katsuki’s glare cuts Shouto off.
“It’s not a fucking gay crisis! There is no way- no fucking way I have a crush on a dude -
“You have been having this gay crisis for the last few weeks, why don’t you just tell Midoriya how you’re fe-” Katsuki’s glare cuts Shouto off.
“It’s not a fucking gay crisis! There is no way- no fucking way I have a crush on a dude -
"and especially not my fucking roommate.”
“Sounds a lot like internalized homophobia, dude.” Hanta shrugs his shoulders when Katsuki looks at him. “You’ve really never felt this way about another guy before?”
“Sounds a lot like internalized homophobia, dude.” Hanta shrugs his shoulders when Katsuki looks at him. “You’ve really never felt this way about another guy before?”
Katsuki looks away, focusing instead on holding up the skid plate as Hanta begins to adjust the new bolts.
“I- I don’t think I have. How am I supposed to know?”
Hanta hands him the new clips, wiping his hands on his work pants.
“I- I don’t think I have. How am I supposed to know?”
Hanta hands him the new clips, wiping his hands on his work pants.
“Can’t help you there, man. I just knew I’d like to have Sho’s di-”
“I do not want to hear anything about your sex life, for the last fuckin’ time!” Katsuki barks as Hanta laughs.
Shouto simply tilts his head to the side before saying, “Do you think about Midoriya like that?”
“I do not want to hear anything about your sex life, for the last fuckin’ time!” Katsuki barks as Hanta laughs.
Shouto simply tilts his head to the side before saying, “Do you think about Midoriya like that?”
Bakugou scoffed. “Of course not. All I do is think about the shitty nerd every second of every single day, and keep my hands in my pockets so I don’t touch him and think about how he’d feel-”
/Oh./
“Shit.”
“Ahh, sweet young love,” Hanta smirks as Katsuki feels a furious blush-
/Oh./
“Shit.”
“Ahh, sweet young love,” Hanta smirks as Katsuki feels a furious blush-
tinge the tips of his ears bright red.
“Fuck you - actually, fuck both of you,”
“No thanks - I don’t like sharing,”
“Shut UP!”
Shouto raises his hand. “What if you asked him to do it?”
“Fuck you - actually, fuck both of you,”
“No thanks - I don’t like sharing,”
“Shut UP!”
Shouto raises his hand. “What if you asked him to do it?”
Katsuki’s brow furrows. “Do what?”
“Ask Midoriya to have sex. For research purposes, of course.”
Katsuki throws the extra clips at the toolbox next to Shouto’s stool.
“What the actual fuck-”
“Ask Midoriya to have sex. For research purposes, of course.”
Katsuki throws the extra clips at the toolbox next to Shouto’s stool.
“What the actual fuck-”
“Wait- hold on!” Hanta pushes against Katsuki’s chest, slotting himself between him and Shouto. “It’s not a bad idea, dude.”
Katsuki groans as he steps back. “Yes, it is! Are you kidding me? That’s like, the shittiest thing I could do. I’m not gonna use him like that-”
Katsuki groans as he steps back. “Yes, it is! Are you kidding me? That’s like, the shittiest thing I could do. I’m not gonna use him like that-”
“Is it really using him if you actually want to do it? And if he says yes, then he’s clearly interested. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Hanta raises an eyebrow as a challenge.
“A lot of things, actually. What if it turns out I was faking it, or whatever?"
“A lot of things, actually. What if it turns out I was faking it, or whatever?"
"What if I realize I don’t like guys at all? I can’t do that to him. He’s my friend, and I /live with him/, for crying out loud. If this goes badly, I’ll have to move out!” Katsuki covers his face with his hand.
Hanta gently grips his shoulder. “I hate saying this, but - you won’t know unless you try, right? Besides - whether you want to admit it or not, it’s kinda obvious you like Midoriya. I highly doubt you’re ‘faking it’ or whatever. Plus, sexuality is fluid!”
Katsuki scoffs. “I just, I don’t know-”
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Bakugou. I respect whatever choice you make. I just don’t like seeing you agonize over this when you could easily figure it out.”
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Bakugou. I respect whatever choice you make. I just don’t like seeing you agonize over this when you could easily figure it out.”
“Easy for you to say! Your entire sexuality isn’t being toppled over by your childhood best friend and roommate!”
Shouto sighs, locking eyes with Katsuki over Hanta’s shoulder. “What I meant by that is - if you can talk about this with us, you can talk about it with your best friend. Right? I’m sure Midoriya would be more than happy to talk you through this.”
Katsuki… hadn’t thought of that.
Could- could that actually work? And work well?
“What the hell am I supposed to say?”
Could- could that actually work? And work well?
“What the hell am I supposed to say?”
“Hey, I’m wondering if I might be bisexual. Can we have sex and see?” Hanta chuckles when Katsuki punches him in the arm.
“Be serious!”
“As if you ever take Midoriya seriously! And quit stalling - bite the bullet and go talk to your crush about your crush.”
“Be serious!”
“As if you ever take Midoriya seriously! And quit stalling - bite the bullet and go talk to your crush about your crush.”
“He is NOT my crush!” Katsuki growls as Hanta starts pushing him towards the garage door.
“And I don’t like dick up my ass. Get out and go fuck!”
“And I don’t like dick up my ass. Get out and go fuck!”
tbc! I will hopefully post the next update tomorrow - I am having way too much fun with this!
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“I fucking hate those idiots,” Katsuki mutters as he leans against the wall in the elevator.
How dare they be reasonable and logical in their approach to helping his dumb pining ass.
/Fuck./
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“I fucking hate those idiots,” Katsuki mutters as he leans against the wall in the elevator.
How dare they be reasonable and logical in their approach to helping his dumb pining ass.
/Fuck./
Realistically speaking, what the actual fuck was he going to do? He was ignoring Hanta’s suggestion. I can’t just walk in there and say, /‘Hey Deku, wanna fuck and see if I’m gay? Completely platonic, of course.’/ Fuck no.
It’s just a stupid fuckin’ crush. Nothing more.
It’s just a stupid fuckin’ crush. Nothing more.
It’ll go away on its own, in due time.
But Katsuki knew they were right. Even if it was just a crush, it was still significant for him. His entire life, he thought he was straight. He’d never thought of another guy the way he thought about girls.
But Katsuki knew they were right. Even if it was just a crush, it was still significant for him. His entire life, he thought he was straight. He’d never thought of another guy the way he thought about girls.
And even when he had a small crush on some girl in his class, he never acted on it. Not because he couldn’t get them - please, have you seen this face and body? - but because it was never enough.
The crushes were always something fleeting, never lasting longer than a few weeks at most.
It was a distraction, really.
It was a distraction, really.
If Katsuki was going to be honest with himself, they had always been a distraction. Keeping him preoccupied from thoughts of the one person he always had on his mind.
Forest green curls.
Bright jade eyes.
Freckled constellations strewn across tanned skin.
Forest green curls.
Bright jade eyes.
Freckled constellations strewn across tanned skin.
A laugh that was music to his ears.
A smile that was brighter than the sun itself.
A heart that would never belong to him.
A smile that was brighter than the sun itself.
A heart that would never belong to him.
If Katsuki Bakugou was going to be honest with himself - well, he always won. No matter what the prize was, he would always win.
But not when it came to Izuku. He was the one thing that had made Katsuki’s life off-kilter. And he couldn’t trust himself to ruin what they had.
But not when it came to Izuku. He was the one thing that had made Katsuki’s life off-kilter. And he couldn’t trust himself to ruin what they had.
So he’d rather suffer than lose.
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Shutting the door behind him, Katsuki quietly slips off his shoes and drops his keys in the bowl on the hallway table. He hears some glasses clattering together, and when he rounds the corner, he finds Izuku in the kitchen, washing the dishes.
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Shutting the door behind him, Katsuki quietly slips off his shoes and drops his keys in the bowl on the hallway table. He hears some glasses clattering together, and when he rounds the corner, he finds Izuku in the kitchen, washing the dishes.
In tiny, practically useless boxers. And no fucking shirt.
/You have got to be fucking kidding me right now./
/You have got to be fucking kidding me right now./
This is it, Katsuki thinks. The universe is out to get him.
Why else would he come home after talking about how much he does not want to fuck his ridiculously hot roommate, only to find him practically naked and ready for him to-
Why else would he come home after talking about how much he does not want to fuck his ridiculously hot roommate, only to find him practically naked and ready for him to-
/Snap the fuck out of it, Bakugou. Get a grip./
Katsuki is anything but weak. He’s survived the last few months of torture; this is nothing.
It has to be nothing.
Katsuki is anything but weak. He’s survived the last few months of torture; this is nothing.
It has to be nothing.
“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice breaks him from his focus.
“What- what the hell happened to the fan you were supposed to set up, hah?!” He turns away, adjusting the front of his now too-tight jeans. /Shit./
Now? He has to pop a fucking boner /right now?/
“What- what the hell happened to the fan you were supposed to set up, hah?!” He turns away, adjusting the front of his now too-tight jeans. /Shit./
Now? He has to pop a fucking boner /right now?/
He’s gonna die.
“It’s in the living room! I figured we could use it together-”
“S’that why you’re washing dishes naked?” Katsuki glances over at him.
“It’s in the living room! I figured we could use it together-”
“S’that why you’re washing dishes naked?” Katsuki glances over at him.
“Kacchan! Shut up…” Izuku trails off, a light pink blush dusting over his cheeks and nose.
/Huh. He’s blushing./
Maybe the idiots had a point. Maybe his best friend would be willing to lend a hand and help him.
Only one way to find out.
/Huh. He’s blushing./
Maybe the idiots had a point. Maybe his best friend would be willing to lend a hand and help him.
Only one way to find out.
“Can we talk?” Katsuki swallows thickly, ignoring the sheen of sweat forming on the nape of his neck from the nerves.
He could do this. Right?
Izuku finishes drying his hands. “Sure! Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, no, I’m fine. Just, ah-”
He could do this. Right?
Izuku finishes drying his hands. “Sure! Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, no, I’m fine. Just, ah-”
Why the hell couldn't he just spit it out? This was fucking embarrassing, especially for him.
Katsuki throws himself on the couch, taking up the entire space with his massive frame. Izuku sits on the floor in front of him, hugging his knees to his chest.
Katsuki throws himself on the couch, taking up the entire space with his massive frame. Izuku sits on the floor in front of him, hugging his knees to his chest.
/Fuck, he looks so cute./
Katsuki knows the tips of his ears are burning. He is choosing to ignore it.
“Kacchan? It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk about-”
“I think I might be bisexual.”
Katsuki knows the tips of his ears are burning. He is choosing to ignore it.
“Kacchan? It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk about-”
“I think I might be bisexual.”
Izuku’s eyes widen, a small smile spreading across his face as he rests a hand on Katsuki’s bicep.
“Ah, Kacchan! Oh my god, I- that’s so great to hear!” He says softly, his thumb rubbing small circles on Katsuki’s skin.
/Now or never./
“Ah, Kacchan! Oh my god, I- that’s so great to hear!” He says softly, his thumb rubbing small circles on Katsuki’s skin.
/Now or never./
“I- I just, I don’t know how to tell, or know, for sure.” Katsuki runs a hand through his hair, shifting his gaze towards the ceiling in an effort to get his heart to stop pounding.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself; it’s okay to question it. Nothing wrong with not being totally sure, yeah?”
“Tch. Easy for you to say,” Katsuki mutters. Izuku’s hand suddenly appears in his line of sight, and promptly comes down to flick him on the forehead.
“Tch. Easy for you to say,” Katsuki mutters. Izuku’s hand suddenly appears in his line of sight, and promptly comes down to flick him on the forehead.
He whips his head to face Izuku. “What the hell was that for?!”
Izuku smiles gently. “Are you jealous that I came out first, Kacchan?”
“No! It’s not a fuckin’ competition,”
Izuku smiles gently. “Are you jealous that I came out first, Kacchan?”
“No! It’s not a fuckin’ competition,”
“Then what’s with the attitude, huh?” Izuku props himself on the edge of the couch, jade pools glistening in the dim lighting.
“I hate not being sure. I hate being stuck in this fuckin’ limbo of not knowing,” Katsuki finally says, his gaze falling from Izuku’s eyes to his lips.
“I hate not being sure. I hate being stuck in this fuckin’ limbo of not knowing,” Katsuki finally says, his gaze falling from Izuku’s eyes to his lips.
“Is… is there anything I can do to help?” Izuku’s words are hesitant, as if he were nervous.
No. Katsuki knows him too well. /He’s holding himself back./
No. Katsuki knows him too well. /He’s holding himself back./
Katsuki meets his soft gaze. Hanta’s words ring out in the back of his mind.
/You won’t know unless you try, right?/
“Kiss me.”
/You won’t know unless you try, right?/
“Kiss me.”
Izuku wastes no time, closing the distance between him and Katsuki in mere seconds. He cups Katsuki’s jaw, and his hot tongue swipes at his bottom lip, asking - no, begging - for entrance.
Katsuki fists his hand in those verdant green curls he’s been lusting over for months.
Katsuki gives Izuku a claim over his mouth; their tongues dancing together as they moan and whine in tandem with one another.
/He tastes so fucking good./
Katsuki gives Izuku a claim over his mouth; their tongues dancing together as they moan and whine in tandem with one another.
/He tastes so fucking good./
The hand holding his jaw drops down to his throat, and /fuck/ the light pressure of Izuku’s fingers is fucking intoxicating.
“Hngh, fu-” Katsuki breaks the kiss, immediately regretting it as soon as he takes a good look at Izuku.
“Hngh, fu-” Katsuki breaks the kiss, immediately regretting it as soon as he takes a good look at Izuku.
The swollen lips. The hazy look in his eyes as they slowly flutter open. /How the fuck does he look this good?/
“K-Kacchan-” Izuku’s breathy whine goes straight to Katsuki’s cock.
“K-Kacchan-” Izuku’s breathy whine goes straight to Katsuki’s cock.
Katsuki crashes his lips against Izuku’s once more, sucking on his tongue as his hands tug on knotted curls, eliciting a loud moan that Katsuki happily swallows.
He pulls away again, and presses Izuku’s forehead to his own.
“My room. Now.”
He pulls away again, and presses Izuku’s forehead to his own.
“My room. Now.”
Katsuki practically leaps off the couch, pulling Izuku into his chest as he moves them towards the end of the hall.
Katsuki is barely through the door before he pushes Izuku against the wall, desperate to feel every single inch of his exposed skin pressed against him. His body frames Izuku completely; his plush thighs trapped between Katsuki’s legs, his head cased between Katsuki’s arms.
Embracing their new position, Katsuki captures Izuku’s lips in a greedy kiss, his tongue coaxing open Izuku’s swollen mouth. He desperately obliges, his hands gripping onto Katsuki’s tank top for dear life.
Katsuki’s right hand finds its home in Izuku’s messy curls; his left hand molds itself to his ass, leaving nothing to the imagination as he massages every inch of it.
They’re kissing like they’re making up for lost time. And maybe they are.
They’re kissing like they’re making up for lost time. And maybe they are.
Katsuki, even through the haze of lust and desire, couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he was finally kissing Izuku. Something he’d dreamt about every night for months.
It was better than he could have ever imagined.
It was better than he could have ever imagined.
Izuku tasted so sweet, and Katsuki was dying to savor every single part of him.
Breaking the kiss, Katsuki drags his lips down to Izuku’s neck, sucking and nipping at the freckled skin as Izuku moans wantonly.
Breaking the kiss, Katsuki drags his lips down to Izuku’s neck, sucking and nipping at the freckled skin as Izuku moans wantonly.
He bucks his hips pathetically against Katsuki, seeking out any sort of friction.
Katsuki pulls back, but not before pressing his twitching cock against Izuku’s barely covered one, drawing out another desperate moan.
Katsuki pulls back, but not before pressing his twitching cock against Izuku’s barely covered one, drawing out another desperate moan.
“/Fuck/, baby. Are you sure?” The pet name sounds so good rolling off his tongue. Izuku seems to agree, bucking his hips again, in search of Katsuki.
“K-Kacchan,” Izuku whimpers. Katsuki cups his jaw, running his thumb over his warm, flushed skin.
“K-Kacchan,” Izuku whimpers. Katsuki cups his jaw, running his thumb over his warm, flushed skin.
“You good, Izu?”
He hums in response.
“Words, baby.”
“Wanna… help Kacchan- hngh, /please/” Izuku’s hand comes between them and palms Katsuki’s cock over his jeans. He moans, his hips bucking into Izuku’s grip as the younger man smiles.
He hums in response.
“Words, baby.”
“Wanna… help Kacchan- hngh, /please/” Izuku’s hand comes between them and palms Katsuki’s cock over his jeans. He moans, his hips bucking into Izuku’s grip as the younger man smiles.
“Gotta make sure… y’really want this, Kacchan,” He whispers against Katsuki’s lips, his hand covering Katsuki’s.
Jade eyes meet burning crimson, and in that moment, all Katsuki can see, all he can smell, all he can taste is -
“Please, Izuku,”
Jade eyes meet burning crimson, and in that moment, all Katsuki can see, all he can smell, all he can taste is -
“Please, Izuku,”
His plea is answered with mercy. For now, at least.
Katsuki Bakugou is going to die at the hands of Izuku Midoriya. And he will go with no regrets - except one.
Katsuki Bakugou is going to die at the hands of Izuku Midoriya. And he will go with no regrets - except one.
Izuku captures Katsuki’s lips in a sloppy kiss, lewd noises filling the empty space around them as they lose themselves in one another.
Katsuki commits every stroke of Izuku’s tongue against his own to memory - he’s waited too damn long for this just to forget.
Katsuki commits every stroke of Izuku’s tongue against his own to memory - he’s waited too damn long for this just to forget.
He’s making sure he’ll never forget a single fucking second.
His hands grasp the backs of Izuku’s thick thighs; warm fingers digging into cool, soft skin as strong legs wrap themselves around Katsuki’s waist.
His hands grasp the backs of Izuku’s thick thighs; warm fingers digging into cool, soft skin as strong legs wrap themselves around Katsuki’s waist.
Izuku’s comforting weight against Katsuki’s throbbing cock brings out a deep growl. He grinds against Izuku’s own weeping cock, the poor thing drenching his pathetic boxers in precum.
“/Fuck/, Izu,” Katsuki’s not going to last like this. That’s the power Izuku has over him.
“/Fuck/, Izu,” Katsuki’s not going to last like this. That’s the power Izuku has over him.
How many times has he come all over his stomach from just the thought of Izuku riding him, cock drunk and drooling from the overstimulation?
Imagining him on his bed, legs spread wide open, his hole ready and waiting to welcome Katsuki home.
/Fuck, not yet./
Imagining him on his bed, legs spread wide open, his hole ready and waiting to welcome Katsuki home.
/Fuck, not yet./
Without a second thought, Katsuki pushes off from the wall, holding Izuku up by the legs as he turns. He throws him onto his bed without warning, spreading his legs apart as he towers over him.
His hungry gaze roams across every inch of Izuku, and Katsuki wishes he could take a fucking picture.
“/Kacchan/,” Izuku whines, his fingers trailing up and down his flushed chest in an effort not to touch himself.
“So fuckin’ good for me, Izu,” Katsuki whispers reverently.
“/Kacchan/,” Izuku whines, his fingers trailing up and down his flushed chest in an effort not to touch himself.
“So fuckin’ good for me, Izu,” Katsuki whispers reverently.
How the hell were they supposed to go back to normal after this? Katsuki is going to lose his mind if he can never touch Izuku again like this. /Fuck./ Katsuki didn’t think this through.
He doesn’t have time to waste.
He doesn’t have time to waste.
His eyes devour the gorgeous sight before him; every inch of Izuku’s perfect body, from the red flush of his skin to the freckles trailing down his stomach. Needy green eyes gaze up at him as he takes in this moment.
“Would you just fuck me already?” Katsuki growls at the bratty attitude. He cocks a brow as a look of annoyance flashes across Izuku’s face.
“You mouthing off to me, Deku?” He swats Izuku’s thigh, admiring the lingering red mark.
“You wanna know if you’re bi or not, Kacchan?” Izuku smirks as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shitty underwear, pulling them off in one fell swoop.
“You wanna know if you’re bi or not, Kacchan?” Izuku smirks as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shitty underwear, pulling them off in one fell swoop.
His swollen, leaking cock slaps against his lower stomach, twitching under the lustful gaze of ruby eyes.
“Like what you see?” Izuku rests his hands on his thighs, arching his back slightly as Katsuki stares at him.
“Like what you see?” Izuku rests his hands on his thighs, arching his back slightly as Katsuki stares at him.
“Fuckin’ brat. You call this helping?” Katsuki slots his knee between Izuku’s spread legs, grabbing his wrists and pinning his arms above his head.
Izuku blushes furiously, refusing to break eye contact as Katsuki brushes against his lips with his own.
Izuku blushes furiously, refusing to break eye contact as Katsuki brushes against his lips with his own.
His tongue strokes the shell of Izuku’s ear, his breath hot and heavy with want.
“I’m gonna make you beg for my cock, baby.”
“I’m gonna make you beg for my cock, baby.”
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I'm really enjoying writing this <3
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I'm really enjoying writing this <3
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“We’ll see about that.”
A simple challenge that Katsuki is sure he’ll win.
Unless he succumbs to his desperation. And God, he’s so fucking close to breaking.
Katsuki pulls away, stripping slowly.
“We’ll see about that.”
A simple challenge that Katsuki is sure he’ll win.
Unless he succumbs to his desperation. And God, he’s so fucking close to breaking.
Katsuki pulls away, stripping slowly.
Izuku watches him intently, emerald eyes tracing the ridges of Katsuki’s abs as he pulls his tank top over his head.
He can sense those eyes following his every move, and it feels /so fucking good/.
He can sense those eyes following his every move, and it feels /so fucking good/.
Katsuki’s heart almost stops when, as he finally steps out of his boxers, his painfully hard cock bouncing off his stomach and coming to stand at its full height, he catches Izuku honest-to-God watering at the mouth, his eyes trailing the curve of his straining cock.
“Like what you see?” Katsuki teases.
Izuku’s ankles come up and lock behind his knees, pulling him back towards the bed.
Katsuki grunts, holding his ground as Izuku sits up on his elbows, brows furrowing in frustration.
“/Come on/, Kacchan-"
Izuku’s ankles come up and lock behind his knees, pulling him back towards the bed.
Katsuki grunts, holding his ground as Izuku sits up on his elbows, brows furrowing in frustration.
“/Come on/, Kacchan-"
Izuku yelps as Katsuki grabs his thighs and yanks him to the edge, his legs now hanging over Katsuki’s broad shoulders - the nerd’s own barely on the bed thanks to the blonde’s impressive height.
“Tch - patience, baby. I’ve got a lot to learn, don’t I?” Katsuki coos.
“Tch - patience, baby. I’ve got a lot to learn, don’t I?” Katsuki coos.
He runs a finger along Izuku’s inner thigh, blushing at the goose flesh trailing close behind.
“I just came out to you… not even five minutes ago.” Izuku shivers at the memory.
So Katsuki wasn’t the only one affected by their little kiss. /Interesting./
“I just came out to you… not even five minutes ago.” Izuku shivers at the memory.
So Katsuki wasn’t the only one affected by their little kiss. /Interesting./
His tongue traces his finger’s path, drawing out a soft moan from Izuku’s pretty little throat.
“God, I don’t even know where to start. Here?”
His teeth nip at the soft skin. Izuku keens.
“Or… here?” Katsuki leans forward, nuzzling against the base of Izuku’s cock.
“God, I don’t even know where to start. Here?”
His teeth nip at the soft skin. Izuku keens.
“Or… here?” Katsuki leans forward, nuzzling against the base of Izuku’s cock.
“/Fuck,/” Izuku hisses, bucking his hips.
Katsuki grips his waist tightly as he noses up the base, the mix of sweet vanilla and musky sweat flooding his senses as he slowly reaches the swollen red tip, precum coating his skin as he inhales deeply.
Katsuki grips his waist tightly as he noses up the base, the mix of sweet vanilla and musky sweat flooding his senses as he slowly reaches the swollen red tip, precum coating his skin as he inhales deeply.
Looking down at Izuku, Katsuki can’t help but moan; his head is thrown back, his hands buried in those messy locks as he keens loudly from the contact.
“Ka- ahh,” Izuku’s whimpers stroke Katsuki’s ego. The way he’s turning the green-haired beauty into putty -
“Ka- ahh,” Izuku’s whimpers stroke Katsuki’s ego. The way he’s turning the green-haired beauty into putty -
so pliant and eager in his hands. There’s so much he wants to do to him. The sounds he wants to hear fall from his lips. His hands all over him, nails leaving behind their mark as he fucks into that tight heat-
“/Fuck/,”
“/Fuck/,”
At this rate, Katsuki’s going to make himself come before he has a chance to feel every part of Izuku.
He lowers Izuku onto the mattress as he kneels on the edge, one knee between his spread legs as he kisses his way up his chest, his hands slowly massaging Izuku's thighs.
He lowers Izuku onto the mattress as he kneels on the edge, one knee between his spread legs as he kisses his way up his chest, his hands slowly massaging Izuku's thighs.
Izuku’s mumbling incoherently, the attitude from earlier dissipating as his hands touch every part of Katsuki they can reach; his biceps, his abs, his neck, his shoulders. Everywhere he touches, Katsuki sears the lingering feeling into his memory.
He needs to remember this feeling, long after tonight. It’s the only way he’s going to make it out of this alive.
Katsuki’s mouth finally reaches its destination; he sucks and nips along the underside of Izuku’s jaw, bruises slowly blooming as Katsuki marks him.
/His./
Katsuki’s mouth finally reaches its destination; he sucks and nips along the underside of Izuku’s jaw, bruises slowly blooming as Katsuki marks him.
/His./
Even if it’s just for tonight - Izuku is his.
Izuku’s hands grab Katsuki’s face roughly, pulling him into a messy kiss. Teeth clashing, drool slicking their swollen lips as they pull apart and come together, again and again.
It’s like they’ll never get enough of this.
Izuku’s hands grab Katsuki’s face roughly, pulling him into a messy kiss. Teeth clashing, drool slicking their swollen lips as they pull apart and come together, again and again.
It’s like they’ll never get enough of this.
Of each other. And that’s satisfying enough for Katsuki. He’ll take whatever Izuku gives him. /Every last drop./
He breaks the kiss, a line of spit connecting their mouths. Izuku’s eyes flutter open, glassy green pools reflecting Katsuki’s lustful gaze.
He breaks the kiss, a line of spit connecting their mouths. Izuku’s eyes flutter open, glassy green pools reflecting Katsuki’s lustful gaze.
“Ka-” Izuku’s voice falters.
Katsuki hums. “Izu…”
He cups his jaw, his eyes memorizing the way Izuku’s freckles pop out against his hot, blushing skin.
Katsuki’s concentration breaks as he pulls back, snatching Izuku’s greedy hand away from his straining cock.
Katsuki hums. “Izu…”
He cups his jaw, his eyes memorizing the way Izuku’s freckles pop out against his hot, blushing skin.
Katsuki’s concentration breaks as he pulls back, snatching Izuku’s greedy hand away from his straining cock.
“What’d I say, baby? Hah?” Katsuki brings the culprit up between them, and slips three fingers into his mouth. Izuku rolls his hips against the humid night air, gasping as he watches Katsuki suck on his fingers.
“F- fu-”
“F- fu-”
Katsuki releases Izuku’s fingers with a loud pop. “Speak up, Izu.”
“/Fuck… fuck/ you, Ka- Kacchan,” Izuku spits out breathlessly.
“/Fuck… fuck/ you, Ka- Kacchan,” Izuku spits out breathlessly.
Katsuki leans in, nudging his nose against Izuku’s cheek. He presses his body against his once more, teeth grazing his earlobe as he growls,
“I said /beg/.”
“I said /beg/.”
Katsuki’s newfound confidence is addicting. He watches Izuku squirm under his touch, his lips caressing sweat slick skin as his tongue finds its home in Izuku’s wet mouth.
Their sloppy making out distracts Izuku momentarily from Katsuki’s torturous hands.
Their sloppy making out distracts Izuku momentarily from Katsuki’s torturous hands.
He needs to remind Izuku why they’re doing this.
“Hgnh-” Katsuki swallows Izuku’s mewls as his large hand wraps around his aching cock, his thumb teasing Izuku’s leaking slit, precum spilling out with every passing touch.
“Hgnh-” Katsuki swallows Izuku’s mewls as his large hand wraps around his aching cock, his thumb teasing Izuku’s leaking slit, precum spilling out with every passing touch.
Izuku bucks into his grasp, his hips stuttering up like they are pleading as Katsuki lazily strokes him, smearing his precum all over his length.
“How’s that, baby?” He murmurs, basking in the sounds of Izuku’s pleasure.
“How’s that, baby?” He murmurs, basking in the sounds of Izuku’s pleasure.
“A-ah, fu- /fuck/, ah” Izuku moans into his mouth, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip in a desperate attempt to retaliate against Katsuki’s agonizing ministrations. So far, so good, then.
Katsuki smirks against Izuku’s lips, his tongue poking out to lap at the sweat and drool -
Katsuki smirks against Izuku’s lips, his tongue poking out to lap at the sweat and drool -
pooling on his skin.
He’s never been more grateful for sweltering summers.
Izuku writhes with every movement of Katsuki’s hand; his cock twitching and gushing with every stroke and squeeze, as he’s brought closer and closer -
He’s never been more grateful for sweltering summers.
Izuku writhes with every movement of Katsuki’s hand; his cock twitching and gushing with every stroke and squeeze, as he’s brought closer and closer -
“/Please/,” He cries out, imploring Katsuki with unshed tears in his desperate eyes.
He squeezes the tip of Izuku’s cock, collecting precum on his thumb before letting go. Katsuki brings his thumb to his mouth, holding Izuku’s gaze as his tongue peeks out, tentatively licking -
He squeezes the tip of Izuku’s cock, collecting precum on his thumb before letting go. Katsuki brings his thumb to his mouth, holding Izuku’s gaze as his tongue peeks out, tentatively licking -
before he pops it in completely and sucks it clean.
Izuku moans, his wet cock rubbing against Katsuki’s as he rolls his hips, seeking friction and finding no mercy.
Katsuki pulls his thumb out with a pop, and prods Izuku’s lips open with it. Izuku obliges, swirling his tongue -
Izuku moans, his wet cock rubbing against Katsuki’s as he rolls his hips, seeking friction and finding no mercy.
Katsuki pulls his thumb out with a pop, and prods Izuku’s lips open with it. Izuku obliges, swirling his tongue -
around the digit as Katsuki shifts his position; knees spread, Izuku’s legs supported by Katsuki’s thighs.
He imagines Izuku’s perfect lips surrounding his cock, freckles drowning in tears as he fucks his pretty face; milking every last drop of cum from him.
He imagines Izuku’s perfect lips surrounding his cock, freckles drowning in tears as he fucks his pretty face; milking every last drop of cum from him.
Before he gets too carried away, Katsuki pulls it out with a lewd pop, and smears their combined spit across Izuku’s lips.
“Tell me how to make you feel good, baby,” Katsuki whispers, his eyes drinking in the pure bliss painted across Izuku’s face.
“Tell me how to make you feel good, baby,” Katsuki whispers, his eyes drinking in the pure bliss painted across Izuku’s face.
He feels a hand wrap around his wrist. He looks down, and oh /shit/, Katsuki is about to lose his damn mind.
Izuku guides Katsuki’s hand lower and lower, until he’s raising his hips and blindly prodding thick fingers around his fluttering hole.
/Wait-/
Izuku guides Katsuki’s hand lower and lower, until he’s raising his hips and blindly prodding thick fingers around his fluttering hole.
/Wait-/
“/Fuck/ - did you already prep?” Katsuki’s voice is hoarse from the shock.
Izuku whimpers, muffling the sound with his hand. Katsuki swats his thigh.
“Answer me, Izuku.”
“F-fuck, what the hell do do you think I do when you’re gone?”
Izuku whimpers, muffling the sound with his hand. Katsuki swats his thigh.
“Answer me, Izuku.”
“F-fuck, what the hell do do you think I do when you’re gone?”
Katsuki’s heartbeat falters a little at that.
Is- /shit/. Is Izuku with someone? How did Katsuki not know? He lives with him, for fuck’s sake-
/Oh/.
Soft velvet walls suddenly envelop Katsuki’s index finger.
Is- /shit/. Is Izuku with someone? How did Katsuki not know? He lives with him, for fuck’s sake-
/Oh/.
Soft velvet walls suddenly envelop Katsuki’s index finger.
He breaks away from his thoughts to watch Izuku fingering himself, stifling moans as he grinds down, desperate for more.
Katsuki immediately pulls it out, and Izuku whines in protest at the sudden loss.
Katsuki immediately pulls it out, and Izuku whines in protest at the sudden loss.
“You impatient brat,” He hisses, digging a hand into Izuku’s waist as he pulls his ass onto his lap, wanting a closer look at the puckered bundle of nerves. He groans as he watches Izuku clench around nothing, lube and sweat mixing together at the rim.
So this is why he was practically naked when Katsuki came home. /Shit/. The pit forming in his stomach makes space for a familiar tight coil as he gazes at Izuku’s rim, his body begging to be filled.
Without preamble, Katsuki spits on Izuku’s hole and slips two thick fingers in,
Without preamble, Katsuki spits on Izuku’s hole and slips two thick fingers in,
flexing them immediately to stretch Izuku even more.
Izuku moans wantonly, his hands flying up to grip the pillows around his halo of green curls. His gasps and muffled whimpers urge Katsuki on, pushing him into completely unknown territory.
/What the fuck do I do now?/
Izuku moans wantonly, his hands flying up to grip the pillows around his halo of green curls. His gasps and muffled whimpers urge Katsuki on, pushing him into completely unknown territory.
/What the fuck do I do now?/
Katsuki’s not dumb - he understands the basics of anal sex. But it’s one thing to read about it online at 2 in the fucking morning because - fuck it, just because! And it's a whole other thing to be in the moment, two fingers deep, with your hot-as-fuck roommate breaking apart -
at the seams.
Izuku grinds his hips down suddenly, pulling Katsuki away from his wandering mind. He can feel his cock twitch at the movement.
Fuck it. If this was the one chance he had at fucking Izuku senseless, he was gonna make sure he did it perfectly.
Izuku grinds his hips down suddenly, pulling Katsuki away from his wandering mind. He can feel his cock twitch at the movement.
Fuck it. If this was the one chance he had at fucking Izuku senseless, he was gonna make sure he did it perfectly.
Stroking Izuku’s inner thigh, Katsuki pinches the soft skin to garner his lover’s attention.
“Izuku… you okay? How’s that fe-” A loud keen slips past Izuku’s lips, interrupting him. He whines, eyes fluttering open as he looks at Katsuki, tears coating his long lashes.
“Kacch-"
“Izuku… you okay? How’s that fe-” A loud keen slips past Izuku’s lips, interrupting him. He whines, eyes fluttering open as he looks at Katsuki, tears coating his long lashes.
“Kacch-"
"Kacchan, /please/. I’m begging you. /Please/,”
Katsuki unconsciously flexes his fingers, drawing out another lewd moan from Izuku. He feels those soft walls clench around him, and /fuck it all/, Katsuki needs to watch him come /now/.
Katsuki unconsciously flexes his fingers, drawing out another lewd moan from Izuku. He feels those soft walls clench around him, and /fuck it all/, Katsuki needs to watch him come /now/.
Leaning over, Katsuki grips Izuku’s jaw and pulls him into a searing kiss. Izuku’s tongue caresses his, crying out when he feels Katsuki pick up the pace, slamming his fingers relentlessly into his gaping hole.
Pressing their foreheads together, he whispers against his lips. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, Izu. /Shit/, I’m gonna come just from looking at you.”
Izuku whimpers shamelessly, his walls clamping down on Katsuki’s fingers again.
Izuku whimpers shamelessly, his walls clamping down on Katsuki’s fingers again.
“Such a good boy for me. Fuck - you think you can come untouched?”
He doesn’t know what possesses him to say those words out loud, but goddammit - Katsuki needs to see Izuku fall apart just from his fingers alone.
Adding a third finger, Katsuki hones in, stretching and flexing until Izuku’s back completely arches off the bed - /found ya/.
Adding a third finger, Katsuki hones in, stretching and flexing until Izuku’s back completely arches off the bed - /found ya/.
Izuku cries out, breaking into a sob as he clenches, again and again, around Katsuki’s fingers. He’s writhing and panting as Katsuki prods and tortures that sweet spot over and over, until finally, he makes his dream come true.
“I- Kacchan… ah c-can’t… /f-fuck/!” is all Katsuki hears over the roar of blood in his ears, completely mesmerized by Izuku’s orgasm. He’s coming so hard, Katsuki can’t even pull his fingers out.
Izuku’s cock twitches mercilessly as every last drop of hot cum lands on his stomach, his chest, even his lips.
And fuck, Katsuki could come right then and there. But he still has one lesson left.
“Baby,” He coos, caressing Izuku’s cheek gently, smearing the streaks of cum -
And fuck, Katsuki could come right then and there. But he still has one lesson left.
“Baby,” He coos, caressing Izuku’s cheek gently, smearing the streaks of cum -
across it as he draws him out of his post-nut daze. He rests his forehead against his, nudging his nose gently as Izuku’s eyelashes graze his sweaty skin.
All he manages to get out is a faint whine.
“Can I fuck you, Izu?”
All he manages to get out is a faint whine.
“Can I fuck you, Izu?”
His breaths come heavy, eyes fluttering shut once more as he finally whispers out a soft /w-want your cock, kacch-/
Swollen lips and sweat slicked skin come together as, at long last, Katsuki eases his cock into Izuku’s abused hole, swallowing his soft cries as he pushes in further and further, until Izuku’s arching off the bed once more, wailing as fat tears roll down his red cheeks -
from the overstimulation and the sheer size of the blonde’s cock.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Katsuki purrs as he bottoms out, his hips flush with Izuku’s ass. “You’re taking it so well, baby,”
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Katsuki purrs as he bottoms out, his hips flush with Izuku’s ass. “You’re taking it so well, baby,”
He kisses Izuku’s chin, then his nose. His lips trace the freckled constellations on his cheeks as he lets Izuku’s walls squeeze around him.
“M’gonna move now, baby.” Izuku nods, whimpering the second Katsuki’s cock shifts.
“M’gonna move now, baby.” Izuku nods, whimpering the second Katsuki’s cock shifts.
Pulling out inch by agonizing inch is going to kill Katsuki. But he refuses to fuck this moment up; he’s gonna give Izuku exactly what he needs.
With just the tip of his cock inside the rim of Izuku’s wet heat, Katsuki grips his thighs as he gives an experimental thrust.
With just the tip of his cock inside the rim of Izuku’s wet heat, Katsuki grips his thighs as he gives an experimental thrust.
The reaction is instant.
“/Fuck/!” Izuku screams, his hands clawing at Katsuki’s ass as he bottoms out once more. “/Shit/, oh god-”
“/Fuck/!” Izuku screams, his hands clawing at Katsuki’s ass as he bottoms out once more. “/Shit/, oh god-”
He hisses at the delicious pressure of Izuku’s walls gripping him, refusing to let go. “/Shit/,” he whispers in awe, stilling his hips as he memorizes the way these velvet walls flutter around his cock. This feeling alone might just kill him.
Scratch that. Izuku wriggles his hips, trying to get Katsuki to move. Now that - that greed is going to be the death of him.
He pauses deliberately, basking in Izuku’s frustration as he grinds his hips down. Katsuki reprimands him with a firm swat to his thigh.
He pauses deliberately, basking in Izuku’s frustration as he grinds his hips down. Katsuki reprimands him with a firm swat to his thigh.
“F-fucking /move/, Kacchan,” Izuku groans, glaring at him.
He leans in close, hot breath fanning over Izuku’s flushed face. “Brats don’t get what they want.”
Izuku sticks his tongue out. “Cocky ass motherfu-”
He leans in close, hot breath fanning over Izuku’s flushed face. “Brats don’t get what they want.”
Izuku sticks his tongue out. “Cocky ass motherfu-”
He cuts himself off with a loud moan as Katsuki pulls out and snaps his hips, /slamming/ back into him. He sets a brutal pace as the friction builds, lewd squelching and the sound of slapping skin filling the room.
/Fuckin’ brat./
/Fuckin’ brat./
Their pleasure crackles around them; Katsuki can feel the way Izuku gasps for air, his own lungs laboring from their intense fucking. Izuku’s body jolts every time Katsuki’s cock grazes that sweet spot, mindless sounds falling from his open mouth.
Katsuki can /feel/ Izuku’s rim pulling at him, desperate to keep himself full. He buries his face in Izuku’s throat, licking up beads of sweat as his hips find a new rhythm.
Izuku’s fingers card through his hair, blunt nails scraping his scalp as he suddenly bites down -
Izuku’s fingers card through his hair, blunt nails scraping his scalp as he suddenly bites down -
on Katsuki’s shoulder.
“/Fuck/,” They moan at the same time.
Izuku’s voice is hoarse as he cries out, “A-ah, K-Kacchan… /yes, yes there, right the- fuck/!”
Katsuki almost comes, just from that.
“/Fuck/,” They moan at the same time.
Izuku’s voice is hoarse as he cries out, “A-ah, K-Kacchan… /yes, yes there, right the- fuck/!”
Katsuki almost comes, just from that.
The tight coil in his abdomen is ready to spring, and Katsuki can see Izuku’s seconds away from coming undone.
“I-Izu, baby,” He whimpers, mouth trailing from his throat to his lips. Izuku whines, fresh tears spilling out.
“P-please, Kacchan… /please/,” Izuku begs.
“I-Izu, baby,” He whimpers, mouth trailing from his throat to his lips. Izuku whines, fresh tears spilling out.
“P-please, Kacchan… /please/,” Izuku begs.
His eyes flutter open as his mouth forms a perfect O. “Gonna come, Kacchan, /shit/.”
“/Fuck, baby/. Come… come all over my cock, yes yes /yes… a-ah fuck, I’m coming/,” Katsuki growls, a deep rumble shaking his chest as his cock pulses deep inside Izuku, his orgasm crashing -
“/Fuck, baby/. Come… come all over my cock, yes yes /yes… a-ah fuck, I’m coming/,” Katsuki growls, a deep rumble shaking his chest as his cock pulses deep inside Izuku, his orgasm crashing -
into him /hard/, hot spurts of cum painting those perfect walls white.
The thud of his heartbeat in his ears is drowned out by Izuku’s shameless moans, his cock squirting barely-there droplets of cum as he twitches under Katsuki. /Interesting./
The thud of his heartbeat in his ears is drowned out by Izuku’s shameless moans, his cock squirting barely-there droplets of cum as he twitches under Katsuki. /Interesting./
He wants to keep his cock where it is; plugging Izuku up, his cum coating every inch of his insides. But he can still feel him shuddering, his orgasm rolling over him in waves.
Katsuki needs to take care of his Izuku.
Katsuki needs to take care of his Izuku.
His lover sobs quietly as he leans back and slips out, abused hole clenching around nothing. Cum slowly leaks out, dripping onto Katsuki’s sheets.
He admires his work of art; index finger circling the swollen rim, watching his cum slowly oozing down Izuku’s ass.
He admires his work of art; index finger circling the swollen rim, watching his cum slowly oozing down Izuku’s ass.
Katsuki collects the remnants of his orgasm, and gently shoves it back inside. Izuku practically screams, sensitivity through the roof after everything he’s endured.
“S’alright, baby,” Katsuki mumbles, soothing Izuku with feather light touches over the freckles on his stomach -
“S’alright, baby,” Katsuki mumbles, soothing Izuku with feather light touches over the freckles on his stomach -
and hips.
He leans over to grab a tissue, and carefully wipes Izuku down. He takes his time, discarding the tissues on the floor as he massages Izuku’s thighs, whispering sweet praises against his skin.
“Fuckin’ incredible, baby,”
He leans over to grab a tissue, and carefully wipes Izuku down. He takes his time, discarding the tissues on the floor as he massages Izuku’s thighs, whispering sweet praises against his skin.
“Fuckin’ incredible, baby,”
“Such a good boy for me, Izu,”
Izuku clings to him as he slowly makes his way back to his lips, sweat slick bodies coming together once more.
Izuku sighs, humming with a smile on his face as he finally opens his eyes - hazy jade meeting bright ruby.
Izuku clings to him as he slowly makes his way back to his lips, sweat slick bodies coming together once more.
Izuku sighs, humming with a smile on his face as he finally opens his eyes - hazy jade meeting bright ruby.
“Any notes?” Katsuki teases, chuckling when Izuku furrows his brow in pensive thought.
“How do you feel, Kacchan?”
“How do you feel, Kacchan?”
The question throws him off. He feels fucking fantastic. He just had the best sex of his entire fucking life.
But he knows that’s not what Izuku means. He wants the truth buzzing under Katsuki’s skin as they look intently at one another.
“Not as lost as I was before.”
“Not as lost as I was before.”
-
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It doesn’t take long for Izuku to pass out, still wrapped up in Katsuki’s arms. They had cuddled, Izuku teasing Katsuki for having a secret soft side before he captured his lips in a lazy kiss, shutting him up.
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It doesn’t take long for Izuku to pass out, still wrapped up in Katsuki’s arms. They had cuddled, Izuku teasing Katsuki for having a secret soft side before he captured his lips in a lazy kiss, shutting him up.
Now he’s wide awake, his eyes staring at the streaks of moonlight dancing across his bedroom ceiling.
/There’s no going back now/.
He fucked his childhood best friend, /his roommate/, senseless, and now their bodies are tangled up in his bedsheets -
/There’s no going back now/.
He fucked his childhood best friend, /his roommate/, senseless, and now their bodies are tangled up in his bedsheets -
Izuku’s sweat-damp hair in Katsuki’s face, comforting him more than it should.
What would happen tomorrow, when they woke up in the same bed? Dried up, crusty reminders of last night stuck to them; bruises darkening much of Izuku’s tanned skin.
What would happen tomorrow, when they woke up in the same bed? Dried up, crusty reminders of last night stuck to them; bruises darkening much of Izuku’s tanned skin.
Katsuki doesn’t regret a single thing he did. And /fuck/, he hopes Izuku doesn’t regret offering to help him. He doesn’t know what he'll do if he wakes up to an empty bed in a few hours. The thought’s been plaguing him ever since Izuku wrapped his arms around his torso,
resting his head just over his heart.
He’s completely at Izuku’s mercy.
He’s completely at Izuku’s mercy.
Needing a distraction from his harrowing thoughts, Katsuki grabs his phone. The screen lights up, and there’s a text waiting for him.
💩: so did you dick down your hot af roomie yes or yes
💥: fuck off🖕🏻I hate you
💥: i’m royally fucked
💩: never pegged you as a bottom! nice
💩: so did you dick down your hot af roomie yes or yes
💥: fuck off🖕🏻I hate you
💥: i’m royally fucked
💩: never pegged you as a bottom! nice
💥: 🖕🏻i meant emotionally you asshat
💩: ah so you do have feelings
💩: roki owes me 20
💥: i’m never talking to you again
💩: i kid, i kid
💩: how are you feeling tho
💩: ah so you do have feelings
💩: roki owes me 20
💥: i’m never talking to you again
💩: i kid, i kid
💩: how are you feeling tho
💥: fine
💩: bro
💥: clearly i am not straight
💥: happy?
💩: i mean, i literally told you that hours ago
💩: But i’m glad midoriya helped you figure that out
💩: Now leave me alone
💩: I gotta go fuck a princess
💥: you texted me first asshole! i’m blocking you
💩: bro
💥: clearly i am not straight
💥: happy?
💩: i mean, i literally told you that hours ago
💩: But i’m glad midoriya helped you figure that out
💩: Now leave me alone
💩: I gotta go fuck a princess
💥: you texted me first asshole! i’m blocking you
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Warm sunlight rouses Katsuki awake, his body molded to his mattress. He yawns loudly, stretching his arms over his head. Ruby eyes slowly open, expecting to see a familiar mop of green curls in their midst.
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Warm sunlight rouses Katsuki awake, his body molded to his mattress. He yawns loudly, stretching his arms over his head. Ruby eyes slowly open, expecting to see a familiar mop of green curls in their midst.
Katsuki’s heart cracks as realization dawns on him.
He was alone.
Izuku was /gone/.
He feels the blossoming hope inside him fizzle out, the small, tender flame turning to ash as the painful truth settles in his bones.
He's just ruined the best thing he's ever had.
He was alone.
Izuku was /gone/.
He feels the blossoming hope inside him fizzle out, the small, tender flame turning to ash as the painful truth settles in his bones.
He's just ruined the best thing he's ever had.
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He knew this would happen. He /fucking knew/.
Dragging his hands down his face, Katsuki faces the cold, hard facts. He’s alone in bed after fucking Izuku - sexy, bratty Izuku - and /shit/, he wishes he could burrow into his bed sheets and never show his face again.
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He knew this would happen. He /fucking knew/.
Dragging his hands down his face, Katsuki faces the cold, hard facts. He’s alone in bed after fucking Izuku - sexy, bratty Izuku - and /shit/, he wishes he could burrow into his bed sheets and never show his face again.
He’s never going to look at the shitty nerd the same way again. All he can picture when he thinks about him is the way he looked so fucking /wrecked/ on his cock and -
“Fuck this,” Katsuki groans.
What’s going to happen now?
“Fuck this,” Katsuki groans.
What’s going to happen now?
First Izuku walks out on him - and fuck, does he have some choice words for him about that - and now he’s having a fucking meltdown because he doesn’t understand how things are going to work after last night.
For fuck’s sake, Katsuki had called him “Izu” and “baby”.
For fuck’s sake, Katsuki had called him “Izu” and “baby”.
They can’t just act like that shit didn’t happen. It means something, even if Katsuki is choosing to ignore it, locking it away in the box in his brain labeled ‘Don’t You Fucking Dare’, filled with all the thoughts he’s been having about Izuku.
Last night changed things.
Last night changed things.
Sure, it’s very clear to Katsuki that he enjoyed himself /way too much/ while having sex with Izuku; that brat sure had a way of riling him up and keeping him on his toes. So clearly, he can’t be straight.
Right?
This is the part he’s stuck on. Yes, he’s attracted to Izuku.
Right?
This is the part he’s stuck on. Yes, he’s attracted to Izuku.
Hasn’t been able to jerk off to anything else but the thought of that green-haired nerd for months.
Yes, he enjoyed fucking him senseless last night.
Yes, he enjoyed watching his cum leak out of that pretty pink hole.
Yes, he enjoyed fucking him senseless last night.
Yes, he enjoyed watching his cum leak out of that pretty pink hole.
But is that all it takes to be bi? Or something other than straight?
Katsuki doesn’t even want to acknowledge how emotions would play into this. He doesn’t like Izuku like that; no fucking way. Even though they’ve been friends since they were kids, Izuku was just that. A friend.
Katsuki doesn’t even want to acknowledge how emotions would play into this. He doesn’t like Izuku like that; no fucking way. Even though they’ve been friends since they were kids, Izuku was just that. A friend.
Annoying, sensitive, way too smart for his own good. /A friend/.
And maybe friends do let friends fuck them senseless to see if they’re queer.
Yeah. That’s exactly what this is. Completely platonic. Just friends helping friends out. No reason to make things weird.
And maybe friends do let friends fuck them senseless to see if they’re queer.
Yeah. That’s exactly what this is. Completely platonic. Just friends helping friends out. No reason to make things weird.
No reason whatsoever.
Katsuki’s alarm goes off, dragging him away from his denial. He grabs the phone off the nightstand.
“Shit,” He mutters, sliding out of bed and making his way out to the bathroom. Katsuki forgot he’d made plans to meet up with Mina and Kyoka.
Katsuki’s alarm goes off, dragging him away from his denial. He grabs the phone off the nightstand.
“Shit,” He mutters, sliding out of bed and making his way out to the bathroom. Katsuki forgot he’d made plans to meet up with Mina and Kyoka.
Maybe they could help him sort some of this shit out.
The front door closing freezes Katsuki in his tracks.
/Fuck/.
The front door closing freezes Katsuki in his tracks.
/Fuck/.
He stops at the edge of the hall, peering out into the living room. He sees Izuku bent over, slipping his shoes off as quietly as he can. He’s got a takeout bag in his hand; Katsuki recognizes the logo.
His favorite breakfast spot.
His favorite breakfast spot.
That is 40 fuckin’ minutes away from their apartment.
Katsuki is so truly fucking screwed.
He suddenly becomes conscious of the fact that he is practically naked; his sweatshorts leaving nothing to the imagination since he decided to skip his boxers.
Katsuki is so truly fucking screwed.
He suddenly becomes conscious of the fact that he is practically naked; his sweatshorts leaving nothing to the imagination since he decided to skip his boxers.
“Kacchan!” Izuku’s voice pierces through his thoughts. He looks up, and catches the dark blush staining his nose and cheeks.
“Deku,” He says, internally wincing at the coolness in his tone.
It doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Deku,” He says, internally wincing at the coolness in his tone.
It doesn’t go unnoticed.
“S-sorry that I left without waking you! I should’ve left a note or something, but - look!” He holds up the bag. “I wanted to surprise you with your favorite breakfast, to celebrate.”
Katsuki’s heart twinges at that.
“Celebrate what?” He huffs, annoyed at his annoyed tone.
Katsuki’s heart twinges at that.
“Celebrate what?” He huffs, annoyed at his annoyed tone.
“Your coming out, of course. Don’t act like it’s not a big deal!” Izuku sets the bag on the dining table, shrugging off his jacket as he looks at Katsuki.
“A-are you okay? Did I-”
“I- Thanks, Deku. That- it means a lot.” Katsuki’s heart is stammering loudly in his ears.
“A-are you okay? Did I-”
“I- Thanks, Deku. That- it means a lot.” Katsuki’s heart is stammering loudly in his ears.
He’s truly at a loss for words.
He doesn’t want to tell him how scared and angry he felt when he realized he was alone in bed. That would go against the whole “nothing is weird” thing.
But it’s killing him, watching Izuku act like nothing happened between them last night.
He doesn’t want to tell him how scared and angry he felt when he realized he was alone in bed. That would go against the whole “nothing is weird” thing.
But it’s killing him, watching Izuku act like nothing happened between them last night.
Did he really not care?
“You got my usual?”
“Coffee, easy on the sugar and cream. Miso soup, extra chili. Omurice. Right?” Izuku smiles softly.
Damn it. The nerd really knows him.
“You gonna eat with me?”
“Coffee, easy on the sugar and cream. Miso soup, extra chili. Omurice. Right?” Izuku smiles softly.
Damn it. The nerd really knows him.
“You gonna eat with me?”
Izuku nods. “It’s not a celebration if it’s just you, Kacchan!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Let me get dressed, then.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Let me get dressed, then.”
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They eat in silence, both men stealing glances every time they thought the other wasn’t looking.
Katsuki finishes first - he hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he’d opened the takeout containers, his mouth watering at the sight of the miso soup.
They eat in silence, both men stealing glances every time they thought the other wasn’t looking.
Katsuki finishes first - he hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he’d opened the takeout containers, his mouth watering at the sight of the miso soup.
He clears his throat, licking his lips clean as he catches Izuku’s eye.
“I want to apologize.”
“I want to apologize.”
Izuku sputters on his coffee. “Hah?! For what?”
Katsuki grimaces. “For making you feel weird.”
Izuku frowns. “Kacchan, what are you talking about? I’m fine, everythi-”
“Don’t give me the same bullshit you give everyone else. We don’t do that.”
Katsuki grimaces. “For making you feel weird.”
Izuku frowns. “Kacchan, what are you talking about? I’m fine, everythi-”
“Don’t give me the same bullshit you give everyone else. We don’t do that.”
Izuku blushes at that. “Kacchan, I swear it’s not bullshit. Everything is okay. You didn’t make things weird.”
Katsuki’s gaze falls from jade eyes to plush lips. “I just-” He stops talking when he feels Izuku’s fingers brush over his knuckles.
He meets his soft gaze.
Katsuki’s gaze falls from jade eyes to plush lips. “I just-” He stops talking when he feels Izuku’s fingers brush over his knuckles.
He meets his soft gaze.
“You know I’d do anything for you, Kacchan. That’s what best friends are for, right?”
/Right/.
Just what Katsuki thought.
Friends.
/Right/.
Just what Katsuki thought.
Friends.
“I’m actually really glad you felt comfortable enough to let me help you. You know I’m always here if you want to talk about this, or if you have any questions, yeah?”
“You’d tell me if I did anything wrong, right?” Katsuki’s ears are burning bright red.
“You’d tell me if I did anything wrong, right?” Katsuki’s ears are burning bright red.
“Ah, so you asking for notes wasn’t just a joke, huh?” Izuku smiles cheekily, laughing when Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Fuck off, Deku,” He says with a grin and no bite to his words. “Thanks for breakfast.”
Izuku smiles over his cup. “Thank you for trusting me, Kacchan.”
“Fuck off, Deku,” He says with a grin and no bite to his words. “Thanks for breakfast.”
Izuku smiles over his cup. “Thank you for trusting me, Kacchan.”
His heart doesn’t stop racing until he walks out the front door.
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Kyoka had recently moved across town from Katsuki and Izuku, and they had missed her housewarming party. She invited him and Mina over since it had been so long since they’d last seen each other.
It was a short drive for him.
Kyoka had recently moved across town from Katsuki and Izuku, and they had missed her housewarming party. She invited him and Mina over since it had been so long since they’d last seen each other.
It was a short drive for him.
Windows rolled down, wind in his blonde hair, Katsuki drowned out his thoughts with loud music.
/It means nothing to him.
It means nothing to me./
Not true. And it fucking pisses him off.
/It means nothing to him.
It means nothing to me./
Not true. And it fucking pisses him off.
How could he be so… so calm and normal about everything? Not a single mention about what Katsuki had said or done when they’d fucked. Barely a footnote in their conversation over breakfast.
Only one good thing came out of it, and it was the fact that Izuku was glad he had helped Katsuki. He didn’t know how he would’ve reacted if he’d said anything else.
He can still feel remnants of guilt and shame in the pit of his stomach, though.
He can still feel remnants of guilt and shame in the pit of his stomach, though.
Even though he had asked, and he had gotten the answer he wanted, he still feels… bad. And it's bothering Katsuki more than he cares to admit.
He sees Mina and Kyoka standing on the front porch of the small house.
He sees Mina and Kyoka standing on the front porch of the small house.
Once he parks, he makes his way up the small, cobblestone path leading to the front door.
“Bakugou, hey!” They greet him at the same time. He nods his head in response.
“It’s a nice place, Jirou. It suits you.”
Kyoka smiles warmly. “Thanks. I made tea, if you’d like some.”
“Bakugou, hey!” They greet him at the same time. He nods his head in response.
“It’s a nice place, Jirou. It suits you.”
Kyoka smiles warmly. “Thanks. I made tea, if you’d like some.”
“Maybe later. Deku brought breakfast this morning,”
“How is that going, by the way?” Mina asks, eyes widening at the mention.
“Fine. Why?” Katsuki narrows his eyes at her when she starts whistling.
“How is that going, by the way?” Mina asks, eyes widening at the mention.
“Fine. Why?” Katsuki narrows his eyes at her when she starts whistling.
“A little birdie or two might’ve mentioned something to Ei the other day that… you were interested in being more than just friends with Midoriya?” She raises her eyebrows suggestively.
Katsuki groans.
“Oh, really?” Kyoka looks over at Katsuki, a shit-eating grin on her face.
Katsuki groans.
“Oh, really?” Kyoka looks over at Katsuki, a shit-eating grin on her face.
“Last I heard, Bakugou was as straight as could be. Are the rumors true, then?” They both laugh when Katsuki flips them off, averting his gaze.
“I’m gonna fucking kill Shitty Tape and Icyhot the next time I see them.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill Shitty Tape and Icyhot the next time I see them.”
“You don’t have to talk about it! I don’t mean to pry,” Kyoka starts to say, just as Mina goes, “So is it a romantic feelings kind of vibe or more a ‘he’s so hot I gotta get in his pants’ kinda vibe?”
“No feelings. It’s nothing-”
“Oh my god, did you get in his pants?!”
Katsuki says nothing, but from the way both of their eyes widen, he knows the blush across his cheeks and on the tips of his ears is a dead fucking giveaway.
“Oh my god, did you get in his pants?!”
Katsuki says nothing, but from the way both of their eyes widen, he knows the blush across his cheeks and on the tips of his ears is a dead fucking giveaway.
“YOU DID!” Mina hollers, making a dog across the street bark.
“Holy shit,” Kyoka whispers.
“Holy shit,” Kyoka whispers.
Katsuki remembers then that Kyoka was one of the first among their high school friend group to come out. She’s bisexual, and it was the first time Katsuki had ever heard the label.
He also knew she had helped Izuku through his own ‘gay crisis’ (fucking Icyhot) before he came out a few months later.
Maybe she could help him through his.
Maybe she could help him through his.
“Earth to Bakugou! Spill! I want to hear everything!” Mina is waving a napkin in his face, a wide smile on her face. Kyoka is curled up in a chair, her mug resting on top of her knee.
Katsuki can tell she’s studying him, and he lets it slide.
“I’m not saying shit, Pinky."
Katsuki can tell she’s studying him, and he lets it slide.
“I’m not saying shit, Pinky."
"That’s between me, Deku, and the dirty ass bed sheets I need to wash when I get home.”
Mina rolls her eyes. “Ugh, you’re so lame. Can I at least ask one question?”
“Fine.”
“Was it weird for you?”
“Fine.”
“Was it weird for you?”
Katsuki doesn’t know how to respond. Kyoka looks a little annoyed, but says nothing. She’s staring down at her mug.
“Weird how?”
“Well, did it not feel weird to touch another guy’s dick? I couldn’t imagine touching another girl’s vagina, let alone-”
“Weird how?”
“Well, did it not feel weird to touch another guy’s dick? I couldn’t imagine touching another girl’s vagina, let alone-”
“Mina, c’mon.” Kyoka’s tone is even, but Katsuki can hear the anger simmering in her words.
“I’m not judging! It’s a genuine question, right?” She looks back at Katsuki. “You’ve dated girls your entire life. It had to be a little weird for you,”
“I- It wasn’t weird. I felt..."
“I’m not judging! It’s a genuine question, right?” She looks back at Katsuki. “You’ve dated girls your entire life. It had to be a little weird for you,”
“I- It wasn’t weird. I felt..."
"-fuck, I don’t even know. Ever since it happened, I’ve just been feeling really confused.”
“And that’s totally normal, Bakugou.” Kyoka’s words are gentle. “You don’t need to have all the answers right away.”
Mina speaks again. “Don’t stress about it!"
“And that’s totally normal, Bakugou.” Kyoka’s words are gentle. “You don’t need to have all the answers right away.”
Mina speaks again. “Don’t stress about it!"
"For all you know, it could be nothing. Maybe you just really need to get laid, so your brain picked Midoriya for you to get the horny out!”
Katsuki doesn’t know what to think at this point. He hates that he feels this way. “Yeah… something like that, maybe.”
Katsuki doesn’t know what to think at this point. He hates that he feels this way. “Yeah… something like that, maybe.”
He knows he sounds defeated, but how else is he supposed to feel when he doesn’t even understand who he is?
Mina shifts the conversation to her and Eijirou’s plans to move during the fall. He catches Kyoka’s eye, and she briefly smiles, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
Mina shifts the conversation to her and Eijirou’s plans to move during the fall. He catches Kyoka’s eye, and she briefly smiles, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
It brings him an odd sense of comfort.
The afternoon goes by quickly, and soon enough, Mina is heading out, telling Katsuki and Kyoka she hopes they’ll catch up again sooner rather than later.
They wave goodbye, now sitting in Kyoka’s small breakfast nook.
The afternoon goes by quickly, and soon enough, Mina is heading out, telling Katsuki and Kyoka she hopes they’ll catch up again sooner rather than later.
They wave goodbye, now sitting in Kyoka’s small breakfast nook.
Katsuki’s been nursing his tea since Mina left, her words still loud in his thoughts.
/Was it weird for you?/
Kyoka breaks the silence. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
/Was it weird for you?/
Kyoka breaks the silence. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
Katsuki glances up from his mug. “Not your fault.”
“I should’ve said something more. It’s not fair. Especially having been told the same things most of my life,”
Katsuki winces at that. “Really?”
“I should’ve said something more. It’s not fair. Especially having been told the same things most of my life,”
Katsuki winces at that. “Really?”
A/N: cw for (condemned) biphobia - should've included this earlier in the thread, my apologies!
Kyoka nods, a sad smile crossing her features. “When I first came out to my friends back home, before all of you, a lot of them were confused. They didn’t understand how I could like both guys and girls, especially considering I’d never been in a relationship -"
"let alone kissed someone. Some of them said things like Mina - ‘Maybe you’re just confused. You’ll figure it out once you finally meet a nice boy.’ or the classic ‘That’s just so weird. How would that even work?’”
“Some of them just smiled awkwardly and acted like nothing -"
“Some of them just smiled awkwardly and acted like nothing -"
"had happened; that I was still the same girl they’d grown up with, straight as can be. And I hated that. I hated feeling like I didn’t know who I was, or who I liked. I hated other people telling me that I had to ‘choose a side’ or that I wasn’t actually queer because -"
"I also liked guys. And even when I did date girls, some of them would stop talking to me once they found out I was bi. Like it made me tainted.”
Katsuki swallowed thickly. “Bi- bisexual makes the most sense, for me. In terms of a label. I just- it’s all been so confusing."
Katsuki swallowed thickly. “Bi- bisexual makes the most sense, for me. In terms of a label. I just- it’s all been so confusing."
"It’s been months of this back and forth, do I like him more than just a friend or am I just being really fucking weird about him? Plucking petals off of flowers, ‘he likes me, he doesn’t like me’ bullshit as if that’s gonna make figuring this crap out any easier.”
Kyoka laughs at that. “I get what you mean. You don’t have to answer this but - whatever happened between you two… did it just make things more confusing for you?”
He nods. “I thought at least it would give me a light bulb moment like ‘hey, you’re gay! Congratu-fucking-lations, dumbass’ but no. Instead, I’m here, more confused than ever. I know I... enjoyed what happened, but is that all it is?"
"Does thinking about Iz-Deku like that make me bisexual?”
Kyoka tilts her head, deep in thought. “What you’re feeling is 100% valid. I hope you know that. I wish figuring out your sexuality was as easy as waking up one day and just knowing, but unfortunately, sometimes it feels like you got chucked into a massive labyrinth -"
"with no way out. At the end of the day, only you can decide for yourself who you are. And I know that’s not really helpful, but it’s true. You don’t need a label if you’re not ready for it. Queer is enough.”
He nods slowly, clasping his hands together. “Thanks, Jirou. I appreciate it. It’s… I don’t get how I didn’t realize any of this sooner, especially since it’s Deku. I’ve known him my entire life.”
“Have you considered if he might… share similar feelings?” Kyoka asks.
“Have you considered if he might… share similar feelings?” Kyoka asks.
Katsuki shakes his head. “I know he doesn’t feel the same. He’s always been very open about his feelings, even when I don’t fuckin’ ask. He wouldn’t keep this from me. And before you say it, I know he cares about me."
"But it’s clear that what happened had no effect on him whatsoever, and it’s fine. I don’t care.”
“Not to sound like a total cliche but, sometimes we miss what’s staring at us right in the face.”
Katsuki barks out a laugh. “Was Deku this dumb when he was talking to you?”
Katsuki barks out a laugh. “Was Deku this dumb when he was talking to you?”
A slight blush creeps across her features. “No, actually. He- we talked more about feelings than anything else. He was really nervous that if he came out, all the guys might feel weird and nervous around him. Accuse him of staring at them in the locker room -"
"or flirting when he was just trying to be nice. He was especially scared of making you uncomfortable.”
“Me?”
She nods. “You’re his best friend, Bakugou. He holds your opinion in very high regard. He was nervous it would change things between you two.”
“Me?”
She nods. “You’re his best friend, Bakugou. He holds your opinion in very high regard. He was nervous it would change things between you two.”
“Obviously it didn’t.” Katsuki frowned.
“Can you really blame him for feeling that way, though?”
“Can you really blame him for feeling that way, though?”
Katsuki couldn’t. He had known Izuku was scared shitless when he had finally decided to come out to him; Jirou and Momo had gone with him, for crying out loud. He cried the entire time, and when he had finished -
Katsuki said nothing, simply pulled him into his arms and hugged him until the sobs had finally ceased.
“I never treated him differently than before, did I?”
“I never treated him differently than before, did I?”
“No, never. A lot of us thought you became all the more protective of him. Not in a ‘he’s fragile’ sort of way, but more ‘I want him to know he’s safe’. You have always been a good friend to him, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Tch. I know him like the back of my hand; scars and all. I just- I know I could talk to him about this stuff, but I don’t want to make him uncomfortable-”
/Oh./
/Oh./
“That’s exactly what he said, actually. He knew you’d understand and help him through anything, but he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel put on the spot, especially since you were straight.”
“That... makes a lot of fucking sense.” He notices a text from Hanta lighting up his phone screen. “You going to Shitty Tape’s house party?”
Kyoka nodded. “I need to get out of the house more.”
“With a place as peaceful as this, I can see why you don’t. I gotta head out, but hey,” He meets her kind gaze. “Thank you for talking with me. It was really helpful.”
“Of course, Bakugou. You’re not alone.”
“With a place as peaceful as this, I can see why you don’t. I gotta head out, but hey,” He meets her kind gaze. “Thank you for talking with me. It was really helpful.”
“Of course, Bakugou. You’re not alone.”
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“Kacchan?”
Izuku’s voice floats towards Katsuki from the living room.
He’s sprawled out on the couch, busy stuffing his face with chips as he watches a rerun of an old hero movie.
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“Kacchan?”
Izuku’s voice floats towards Katsuki from the living room.
He’s sprawled out on the couch, busy stuffing his face with chips as he watches a rerun of an old hero movie.
“Have you been like this all day, Deku? Fuckin’ hell,” He glances over to the kitchen sink, where there’s a pile of dirty dishes.
“I promise I’ll clean up!” Izuku squeaks, sitting up.
“Tch, whatever.” He heads towards his bedroom, then pauses in the hall. “Oi!”
“I promise I’ll clean up!” Izuku squeaks, sitting up.
“Tch, whatever.” He heads towards his bedroom, then pauses in the hall. “Oi!”
“Yes?” Izuku looks over the edge of the couch.
“Shitty Tape and Icyhot are havin’ a party Friday. Wanna go?”
Izuku smiles. “Oh yeah! Shinsou already told me about it-”
“Shitty Tape and Icyhot are havin’ a party Friday. Wanna go?”
Izuku smiles. “Oh yeah! Shinsou already told me about it-”
He freezes. /Shinsou?/ The motherfucker that basically fucked over Katsuki's entire life?
“HAH?! That fuckin’ Grimace clown?!"
“HAH?! That fuckin’ Grimace clown?!"
- tbc!! set up a small goal for the next update, but I'll probably end up sharing it sometime this weekend.
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A/N: cw for smoking weed and drinking; pls indulge my street racer kacchan headcanon ty and Do Not fact check me i like cars for fun lol
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Izuku’s brow furrows as he gets up from the couch, walking towards him. “Don’t be mean, Kacchan. Hitoshi’s my friend!”
Since when the /fuck/ does he call that bastard /Hitoshi/?
Izuku’s brow furrows as he gets up from the couch, walking towards him. “Don’t be mean, Kacchan. Hitoshi’s my friend!”
Since when the /fuck/ does he call that bastard /Hitoshi/?
“Don’t fucking start with me, Deku! You know how much I fucking hate that piece of shit!” Katsuki barks, dragging a hand over his face.
Izuku scowls. “I thought you got over that ages ago.”
His words hit Katsuki like a cinder block.
Izuku scowls. “I thought you got over that ages ago.”
His words hit Katsuki like a cinder block.
“/Got over it/? Got over the fact that motherfucker cheated in that street race and I lost out on /thousands of dollars/? How the /fuck/ do you expect me to get over that? Especially you, of all people.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His soft voice is now laced with anger.
“I thought you had my back, Deku. But you sided with him that day. And clearly, you still do. Tch, why the fuck did I ever think I could possibly-”
“I thought you had my back, Deku. But you sided with him that day. And clearly, you still do. Tch, why the fuck did I ever think I could possibly-”
Izuku shoves him against the wall before he can finish that last thought. Katsuki’s heart flutters. /Not now/.
When he looks down, Izuku is glaring up at him, emerald eyes glinting underneath long dark lashes.
When he looks down, Izuku is glaring up at him, emerald eyes glinting underneath long dark lashes.
“I always have and always will have your back, Kacchan. You’re just too fucking stubborn to ask the right questions.”
He walks away before Katsuki has a chance to ask what Izuku means.
He’s always fucking shit up between them.
He walks away before Katsuki has a chance to ask what Izuku means.
He’s always fucking shit up between them.
-
After they graduated high school, Izuku and Katsuki had gone their separate ways.
Katsuki had always been into cars. Fixing them up, adding modifications, even participating in a street race every now and then.
After they graduated high school, Izuku and Katsuki had gone their separate ways.
Katsuki had always been into cars. Fixing them up, adding modifications, even participating in a street race every now and then.
So, when he’d gotten the offer to work at Hanta’s father’s mechanic shop, he couldn’t say no. It was everything he wanted.
Izuku, living up to his beloved moniker, attended university a few hours away, pursuing a degree in PR and business.
Izuku, living up to his beloved moniker, attended university a few hours away, pursuing a degree in PR and business.
He came home almost every weekend, mostly to spend time with Auntie Inko. But he had always managed to worm his way into Katsuki’s life. He’d spend hours at the shop with him, asking him questions about every single part of a new mod Katsuki was adding to a car, or -
questioning why he had more than twenty socket wrenches at his work bench.
(He loses them more often than he cares to admit.)
(He loses them more often than he cares to admit.)
Soon enough, when Katsuki wasn’t toiling away under a jacked up car, he was racing for cold, hard cash. He loved the adrenaline hit from stepping on the gas, watching his car hit 90, 120, 160, 200 MPH. The thrill of drifting across four lanes of empty highway -
his car beating out every fucking extra within a hundred mile radius. And he especially lived for the sweet taste of victory every time he got a fat stack of hundreds handed to him at the finish line.
Until that night.
Until that night.
It was the biggest race of Katsuki’s life. He had promised to bring Izuku with him, and even though the damn nerd looked like he was gonna shit his pants, Katsuki’s skin crawled from how /pretty/ he looked under the street lamps.
Hitoshi Shinsou was new to the racing scene, and his tricked out clown car was no match for Katsuki’s horsepower.
Until he missed the fucking finish line by a centimeter, watching Shinsou smirk at him from the other end of the road as he jerked his car to a stop -
Until he missed the fucking finish line by a centimeter, watching Shinsou smirk at him from the other end of the road as he jerked his car to a stop -
his fists bruising from the hits his steering wheel was taking.
“I don’t give a fuck what you saw, I know that motherfucker cheated! There’s no way-” Katsuki was seething. Izuku was in front of him, his hand on his arm as he tried to talk to him.
“Kacchan, please."
“I don’t give a fuck what you saw, I know that motherfucker cheated! There’s no way-” Katsuki was seething. Izuku was in front of him, his hand on his arm as he tried to talk to him.
“Kacchan, please."
"I know it’s hard to accept it, but you lost. Don’t look at me like that!” Izuku stepped back as Katsuki glared at him.
“You don’t fucking believe me?” He pointed to where Shinsou was standing. a few feet away, smile wide as he posed for photos, holding up the case -
“You don’t fucking believe me?” He pointed to where Shinsou was standing. a few feet away, smile wide as he posed for photos, holding up the case -
carrying Katsuki’s ten grand. /His fucking money/.
Izuku shrugged. “I believe that you’re really upset and hurt from losing, and that might be blinding you to the fact-”
Izuku shrugged. “I believe that you’re really upset and hurt from losing, and that might be blinding you to the fact-”
Katsuki barked out a hollow laugh. “I’m not /fucking blind/, Deku! That asshole cheated, and now my entire life is fucked. But thanks for giving a shit. I really fucking appreciate it.”
Izuku grabbed his wrist as he tried to brush past him. “Don’t do this, Kacchan. /Please/.”
Izuku grabbed his wrist as he tried to brush past him. “Don’t do this, Kacchan. /Please/.”
“/Fuck off/, Deku. I don’t need any more of your shit.”
-
Izuku and Katsuki didn’t talk for two weeks. That was probably the longest they had ever gone without speaking, and Katsuki was too proud to admit how much it was killing him.
Izuku and Katsuki didn’t talk for two weeks. That was probably the longest they had ever gone without speaking, and Katsuki was too proud to admit how much it was killing him.
He knew Izuku’s college graduation was fast approaching, and he was nervous about showing up when they hadn’t spoken since their fight (if you could even call it that). Katsuki was still pissed about the loss, but what really got under his skin -
was the fact that Shinsou and Izuku had become /friends/.
And Katsuki knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Izuku could make his own choices, even if they were absolute shit.
Didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
And Katsuki knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Izuku could make his own choices, even if they were absolute shit.
Didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
The money he had lost was supposed to be his ticket to freedom; Katsuki had to move in with Hanta shortly after starting at the garage because he couldn’t afford to live on his own in the city.
Ten fuckin’ grand would have made his life so much better -
Ten fuckin’ grand would have made his life so much better -
and that purple-haired clown had robbed him of that future.
He couldn’t let it go.
It was a warm Sunday afternoon when Izuku had shown up unannounced at Katsuki and Hanta’s apartment.
He couldn’t let it go.
It was a warm Sunday afternoon when Izuku had shown up unannounced at Katsuki and Hanta’s apartment.
“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki said, leaning against the doorframe; his body looming over Izuku.
“Can I come in?” He looked up at him, his anxiety written across his features.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Nah.”
“Can I come in?” He looked up at him, his anxiety written across his features.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Nah.”
“Wa-cchan!” Izuku yelped as Katsuki gently pushed him back, shutting the front door behind him.
“Hanta and that boyfriend of his are going at it like fuckin’ rabbits, Deku. You do /not/ want to hear it.”
Izuku blushed hard as he stroked the nape of his neck.
“Hanta and that boyfriend of his are going at it like fuckin’ rabbits, Deku. You do /not/ want to hear it.”
Izuku blushed hard as he stroked the nape of his neck.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You didn’t answer the question, Deku. I don’t hear from you for two fuckin’ weeks, and now you’re here. What gives?”
Izuku averted his gaze, his hand still on the back of his neck. “I- I know I should’ve reached out first,”
Izuku averted his gaze, his hand still on the back of his neck. “I- I know I should’ve reached out first,”
“No shit,”
Izuku winced. “I- Kacchan, I’m sorry. Really.”
Katsuki cocked a brow. “Sorry for what? Not believing me and being a dick in general? Or for becoming friends with that clown ass bastard?”
“He’s really not that bad once you get to know him, Kacchan!”
Izuku winced. “I- Kacchan, I’m sorry. Really.”
Katsuki cocked a brow. “Sorry for what? Not believing me and being a dick in general? Or for becoming friends with that clown ass bastard?”
“He’s really not that bad once you get to know him, Kacchan!”
“Tch. Whatever, Deku. I don’t give a fuck. Now leave.”
Katsuki turned his back on Izuku, moving to open the door when Izuku grabbed his hand.
The feeling of delicate fingers grasping his sent an electric current through every part of Katsuki.
Katsuki turned his back on Izuku, moving to open the door when Izuku grabbed his hand.
The feeling of delicate fingers grasping his sent an electric current through every part of Katsuki.
“Kacchan, please! I’m trying to apologize,”
“And you’re doing a fuckin’ shit job at it,”
“God, would you just shut up and listen to me for one second!” Katsuki glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with Izuku.
“What?” He barked out.
“And you’re doing a fuckin’ shit job at it,”
“God, would you just shut up and listen to me for one second!” Katsuki glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with Izuku.
“What?” He barked out.
“I’m sorry I was an asshole that night. I should’ve been more supportive; I know how important winning that race was for you, and I was being a really bad friend. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Katsuki scowled. “Never said I was hurt.”
Katsuki scowled. “Never said I was hurt.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “Could’ve fooled me, Kacchan.”
“That it?”
“I wanted to show you how sorry I am.”
“That it?”
“I wanted to show you how sorry I am.”
Katsuki turned around, leaning back against the front door as he pulled Izuku towards him. He squeaked, resting his other hand on Katsuki’s stomach before letting it fall away.
“How do you plan on doing that, Deku?” Katsuki tilted his head, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.
“How do you plan on doing that, Deku?” Katsuki tilted his head, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.
Izuku blushed. “I know living with Hanta wasn’t what you had planned, so I wanted to ask - after I graduate, w-would you like to live with me?” He squeezed his eyes shut, no doubt preparing for Katsuki to blow up on him and reject his idea.
Katsuki wanted to say no because he didn’t need or want any fucking pity, especially from Izuku; but there was another part of him that compelled an honest answer out of him.
“You sure about that? You don’t know what you’re signing up for, Deku.”
“You sure about that? You don’t know what you’re signing up for, Deku.”
Izuku smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I know what I want, Kacchan.”
-
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Katsuki patches things up with Izuku the next morning. He doesn’t want to leave things on a bad note, and he knows Izuku gets really anxious whenever they argue, ever since their fight about the race.
Something had happened during those two weeks, and Katsuki had -
-
Katsuki patches things up with Izuku the next morning. He doesn’t want to leave things on a bad note, and he knows Izuku gets really anxious whenever they argue, ever since their fight about the race.
Something had happened during those two weeks, and Katsuki had -
never tried to find out what it was. If Izuku wanted to tell him, he would.
Friday night finally arrives, and the two of them meet by the front door to head out. Izuku is wearing a red button up that fits a little /too well/; Katsuki can see how the cuffs of his sleeves -
Friday night finally arrives, and the two of them meet by the front door to head out. Izuku is wearing a red button up that fits a little /too well/; Katsuki can see how the cuffs of his sleeves -
accentuate his muscles. The top few buttons are undone, exposing freckled tan skin. Katsuki wants to reach out and stroke his fingers down-
/Stop fucking drooling, dumbass/.
He bites his tongue when he sees the black skinny jeans he’s wearing. “Fuck. Are those mine?”
/Stop fucking drooling, dumbass/.
He bites his tongue when he sees the black skinny jeans he’s wearing. “Fuck. Are those mine?”
Izuku nods, blushing. “The old ones you let me borrow a while ago. They fit better now, see?” He turns to the side, and Katsuki doesn't miss the way his own jeans tighten at the sight of Izuku’s ass.
“Yup, got it,” Katsuki manages to get out, running a hand through his freshly washed hair as he averts his gaze, praying that the blood rushing through his body isn’t going straight to his dick.
They decide to ride over in Katsuki’s car, only because Katsuki refuses -
They decide to ride over in Katsuki’s car, only because Katsuki refuses -
to let Izuku drive. He claims it's because Izuku is the worst driver to ever exist, but in reality, it’s because he knows Izuku gets really… /weird/ whenever he’s in the passenger seat of his car.
And if he chooses to exploit that little fact, well…
And if he chooses to exploit that little fact, well…
He first noticed it a few months ago. Izuku always mutters under his breath, talking to himself about whatever work project was on his mind or something that he was looking forward to. Katsuki noticed he stopped muttering whenever he would rest his hand over the shifter -
palming it gently. Or when he would accelerate - he could feel Izuku’s eyes roaming over every inch of his body.
Katsuki didn’t know what to make of it at first, until he realized how flushed Izuku would be every time they got out of the car. Even when the AC was on full blast.
Katsuki didn’t know what to make of it at first, until he realized how flushed Izuku would be every time they got out of the car. Even when the AC was on full blast.
Izuku gets into the car first, while Katsuki chucks his leather jacket into the backseat. Just in case the damn nerd gets cold. When he slides into his seat, he catches Izuku looking at him out of the corner of his eye, his tongue poking out, wetting his lips.
So that’s how this is gonna go, huh.
The engine comes to life with a loud growl, and Katsuki leans over, throwing his arm behind the headrest of Izuku’s seat, looking out the back window as he reverses.
He /feels/ Izuku suck in a deep breath, and he cocks a grin.
He /feels/ Izuku suck in a deep breath, and he cocks a grin.
When he pulls back, his fingers graze Izuku’s arm, and he sees how the nerd shivers at the passing touch.
Once they’re on the road, Katsuki turns up the music. The familiar beat of J. Balvin’s Rojo thrums through the entire car, the seats practically vibrating.
Once they’re on the road, Katsuki turns up the music. The familiar beat of J. Balvin’s Rojo thrums through the entire car, the seats practically vibrating.
He rests his hand over the shifter, gripping the handle tightly as he starts to accelerate. Katsuki’s eyes are on the road, but he can sense the inspection he’s under.
From the corner of his eye, he can see the way Izuku’s gripping his thighs like his life depended on it.
From the corner of his eye, he can see the way Izuku’s gripping his thighs like his life depended on it.
Maybe they were both teetering on the edge, waiting to see who would fall over first.
Katsuki’s gonna make sure it’s not him. He can’t risk it.
Katsuki’s gonna make sure it’s not him. He can’t risk it.
-
The moment they walk through the front door, Katsuki feels overwhelmed. The music is loud, the laughter of everyone already inside bouncing off the walls. Izuku gently squeezes his arm, pulling his attention to him.
The moment they walk through the front door, Katsuki feels overwhelmed. The music is loud, the laughter of everyone already inside bouncing off the walls. Izuku gently squeezes his arm, pulling his attention to him.
They don’t say a word to each other, but Katsuki knows Izuku is trying to keep him grounded. His head of forest green curls nods towards the back of the house, where Hanta and Shouto are waving at them.
He lets Izuku guide him through the sea of sweat slick bodies, his own body humming at the feeling of that hand wrapped around his wrist.
“You made it!” Hanta yells over the music.
“You made it!” Hanta yells over the music.
“Yeah,” Katsuki says, knowing he can’t hear him. Hanta points over his shoulder to the patio, and flashes him a blunt.
Katsuki nods, just as Izuku lets go of his arm, already heading off in the opposite direction with Todoroki.
Katsuki nods, just as Izuku lets go of his arm, already heading off in the opposite direction with Todoroki.
They sit on the steps of the small patio, passing the blunt between them. Katsuki doesn’t smoke often - only when he needs help relaxing, and that’s usually at loud as fuck parties.
“How’s it going, lover boy?” Hanta flashes him a toothy grin.
“Fuck off.” He takes a hit.
“How’s it going, lover boy?” Hanta flashes him a toothy grin.
“Fuck off.” He takes a hit.
“Aw, don’t be sad. I’m sure Midoriya will come around,” Hanta takes the blunt before Katsuki can protest.
“Doubt it. Doesn’t fuckin’ matter to me, though.” He looks up at the dark night sky.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Doubt it. Doesn’t fuckin’ matter to me, though.” He looks up at the dark night sky.
“Are you sure about that?”
Katsuki looks over at his friend. “I know how I fucking feel, Shitty Tape.”
Hanta raises his hands in mock surrender. “Just asking. You want a beer or something?”
Katsuki stands. “Yeah. I’ll go get it. Don’t smoke the rest of it, you greedy asshole.”
Hanta raises his hands in mock surrender. “Just asking. You want a beer or something?”
Katsuki stands. “Yeah. I’ll go get it. Don’t smoke the rest of it, you greedy asshole.”
“Hey, only Shou can call me that!”
Katsuki flips him off over his shoulder as he opens the sliding door, the loud music escaping into the quiet night.
Katsuki flips him off over his shoulder as he opens the sliding door, the loud music escaping into the quiet night.
He stops dead in his tracks as he catches sight of a stomach-dropping scene. Izuku is tucked away in a corner of the living room, his back pressed against the wall. Next to him is none other than fucking /Shinsou/, the bane of Katsuki’s existence.
They’re practically huddled together, deep in conversation. And it’s pissing Katsuki off.
He pushes on, continuing his trek to the kitchen as he struggles to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut.
/It doesn’t fucking matter/.
He pushes on, continuing his trek to the kitchen as he struggles to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut.
/It doesn’t fucking matter/.
Two beers in hand, Katsuki turns around to head outside - only to bump into a walking billboard.
“Hi, Bakugou.”
“Icyhot, for the love of Christ. Why the fuck are you just standing there?”
Shouto gestures to the sea of people around them. “I needed a break.”
“Hi, Bakugou.”
“Icyhot, for the love of Christ. Why the fuck are you just standing there?”
Shouto gestures to the sea of people around them. “I needed a break.”
“You and me both,” Katsuki huffs.
“Can I ask about you and Midoriya?” If there’s one thing Katsuki can count on Todoroki for, it’s his extremely forward attitude.
“I’m giving you the same answer I gave your boytoy - /fuck off/.”
“Can I ask about you and Midoriya?” If there’s one thing Katsuki can count on Todoroki for, it’s his extremely forward attitude.
“I’m giving you the same answer I gave your boytoy - /fuck off/.”
“Does that mean it didn’t go well?” Shouto tilts his head.
Katsuki flips him off.
“Yes or no, Bakugou?” Katsuki rolls his eyes, and nods at the sliding door.
“If you’re not gonna leave me the fuck alone about this, then let's go outside. I ain’t saying shit in here.”
Katsuki flips him off.
“Yes or no, Bakugou?” Katsuki rolls his eyes, and nods at the sliding door.
“If you’re not gonna leave me the fuck alone about this, then let's go outside. I ain’t saying shit in here.”
Once outside, Katsuki passes Hanta his beer, and reclaiming the blunt, he settles on one of the patio chairs.
Shouto is sitting on Hanta’s lap, his legs hanging over the edge of the plastic chair as he leans against his boyfriend’s chest.
“Why didn’t you tell him anything?”
Shouto is sitting on Hanta’s lap, his legs hanging over the edge of the plastic chair as he leans against his boyfriend’s chest.
“Why didn’t you tell him anything?”
Hanta shrugs. “Whether you admit it or not, Shou’s your friend too. And I’m not sharing your business unless you tell me to, so you gotta take that stick out of your ass and talk.”
“Why are you and Midoriya avoiding each other?”
Katsuki’s eyes widen.
“Why are you and Midoriya avoiding each other?”
Katsuki’s eyes widen.
“Hah?! What are you talking about? We’re not fuckin’ avoiding each other,”
“Then why did he immediately pull me into the hallway and ask me to tell him if you asked where he was the minute you got here?”
“Fuck if I know!” Katsuki feigns annoyance, but his heart is racing.
“Then why did he immediately pull me into the hallway and ask me to tell him if you asked where he was the minute you got here?”
“Fuck if I know!” Katsuki feigns annoyance, but his heart is racing.
The panic is settling deep in his bones.
Why /would/ Izuku ask Shouto to do that, if he wasn’t trying to avoid Katsuki during the party? Was he keeping something from him? Had Katsuki really fucked things up that badly that Izuku wanted to take this chance to escape from him?
Why /would/ Izuku ask Shouto to do that, if he wasn’t trying to avoid Katsuki during the party? Was he keeping something from him? Had Katsuki really fucked things up that badly that Izuku wanted to take this chance to escape from him?
What the fuck was going on?
“Fuck this shit,” Katsuki rises from his chair.
“Bakugou-”
“Fuck this shit,” Katsuki rises from his chair.
“Bakugou-”
“/Don’t/. I’m gonna find that damn nerd - and don’t you dare say shit to him, Icyhot! I don’t need him hiding from me.”
“Well, when you ask so nicely,”
Katsuki doesn’t look back as he marches up to the house, his heart loud in his ears.
“Well, when you ask so nicely,”
Katsuki doesn’t look back as he marches up to the house, his heart loud in his ears.
It almost stops when he walks in, his eyes landing on Izuku in the hall a few feet away, clearly flirting with some extra. The cocky asshole has his arm against the wall, right next to Izuku’s head. They’re /way too fucking close/, and Katsuki feels like he’s about to fall apart.
Their position reminds him of the way he had Izuku pressed against his bedroom wall, their mouths hot and needy against each other as they made out. He can feel the ghost of Izuku’s lips on his as he watches Izuku tilt his head up to the extra’s -
his eyes glinting with excitement.
/He doesn’t fucking care/.
At least Katsuki has confirmation now.
What happened between them that night meant nothing to Izuku.
/He doesn’t fucking care/.
At least Katsuki has confirmation now.
What happened between them that night meant nothing to Izuku.
He scoffs, turning to head back outside when he hears his name.
“BAKUGOU! Hey!” Eijirou and Mina are weaving their way through the crowd, huge smiles plastered on their flushed faces.
They were definitely making out in the car before they came inside.
“BAKUGOU! Hey!” Eijirou and Mina are weaving their way through the crowd, huge smiles plastered on their flushed faces.
They were definitely making out in the car before they came inside.
Don’t ask why Katsuki knows; he just does.
Eijirou pulls him into a half hug, his other arm still wrapped around Mina.
“Took you long enough,” Katsuki says, trying to keep his eyes from straying back to Izuku.
Eijirou pulls him into a half hug, his other arm still wrapped around Mina.
“Took you long enough,” Katsuki says, trying to keep his eyes from straying back to Izuku.
“You want another one?” Eijirou nods at the now empty bottle in Katsuki’s grip.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Katsuki leads them to the kitchen, his eyes focusing on the fridge to his left. He doesn’t need to see what else Izuku is doing with that fucking extra.
It’s none of his business.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Katsuki leads them to the kitchen, his eyes focusing on the fridge to his left. He doesn’t need to see what else Izuku is doing with that fucking extra.
It’s none of his business.
Izuku can get with whoever he wants; he isn’t Katsuki’s.
He never was, or would be, his.
And he just needed to accept that, once and for all.
He never was, or would be, his.
And he just needed to accept that, once and for all.
Eijirou passes him a new beer just as Mina shrieks in excitement.
“THIS IS MY SONG! Let’s go!” She grabs both of their hands, tugging them back into the living room.
The opening verse of Saweetie’s My Type is loud in Katsuki’s ear as he gets lost in the crowd of sweaty bodies.
“THIS IS MY SONG! Let’s go!” She grabs both of their hands, tugging them back into the living room.
The opening verse of Saweetie’s My Type is loud in Katsuki’s ear as he gets lost in the crowd of sweaty bodies.
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to let the thrumming bass of the music overwhelm his senses.
When he opens them again, time ceases to exist.
Izuku’s back is pressed against the shitty extra’s chest, his arms wrapped around his neck.
When he opens them again, time ceases to exist.
Izuku’s back is pressed against the shitty extra’s chest, his arms wrapped around his neck.
His ass is grinding against the fucker’s dick, his hips swiveling to the beat of the song, and /fuck/, the look on Izuku’s face is making Katsuki’s chest cave in on itself.
His cheeks are flushed, no doubt from the drinks he’s already had. His eyes are hazy, and -
His cheeks are flushed, no doubt from the drinks he’s already had. His eyes are hazy, and -
Katsuki stands motionless as the black-haired stranger presses his face into the crook of Izuku’s neck, no doubt kissing the tangy, sweet skin just under his ear.
Chocolate eyes meet ruby, and a sly smirk crosses the extra’s face -
Chocolate eyes meet ruby, and a sly smirk crosses the extra’s face -
as he grabs Izuku’s hips and pushes himself against him.
Katsuki watches the way Izuku’s mouth falls open and -
Bright jade catches him from across the room. He can feel the rush of heat to his cheeks and the tips of his ears -
Katsuki watches the way Izuku’s mouth falls open and -
Bright jade catches him from across the room. He can feel the rush of heat to his cheeks and the tips of his ears -
the way recognition sparks on Izuku’s intoxicated face as Katsuki breaks away from the crowd, unable to watch anymore.
/Get a hold of yourself. You can’t feel this way. You can’t act like he’s yours. He isn’t. He will never be/.
Katsuki’s flustered out of his damn mind -
/Get a hold of yourself. You can’t feel this way. You can’t act like he’s yours. He isn’t. He will never be/.
Katsuki’s flustered out of his damn mind -
and he doesn’t know what the fuck to do. He was caught red handed, watching Izuku look for something he couldn’t possibly give him, and it was eating him alive.
He’s walking down an empty, dark hallway, looking for the first room he can slip into.
He’s walking down an empty, dark hallway, looking for the first room he can slip into.
Just as he reaches out to open the door -
“Kacchan!” Izuku’s breathy voice caresses him. Katsuki bites his tongue, freezing in place.
He couldn’t face Izuku like this. It would be a dead fucking giveaway, even for someone as oblivious as him. He refuses to break.
“Kacchan!” Izuku’s breathy voice caresses him. Katsuki bites his tongue, freezing in place.
He couldn’t face Izuku like this. It would be a dead fucking giveaway, even for someone as oblivious as him. He refuses to break.
Katsuki can feel Izuku’s eyes on his back. His skin is crawling from the scrutiny.
“Kacchan-” His voice is closer now; the ghost of a soft touch shocks Katsuki from his thoughts. Izuku’s hand is trailing over his arm, his fingers barely on him.
“Kacchan-” His voice is closer now; the ghost of a soft touch shocks Katsuki from his thoughts. Izuku’s hand is trailing over his arm, his fingers barely on him.
He groans, and slowly turns to face him.
Fucking hell.
There’s a liquor blush staining Izuku’s cheeks; shining sea green eyes looking up at him from under dark lashes. Katsuki holds his breath as he watches Izuku tuck a stray curl behind his ear, his eyes glistening with…
Fucking hell.
There’s a liquor blush staining Izuku’s cheeks; shining sea green eyes looking up at him from under dark lashes. Katsuki holds his breath as he watches Izuku tuck a stray curl behind his ear, his eyes glistening with…
something akin to hope.
He has to be hallucinating.
“Kacchan,” Izuku says once more, his voice light and sweet.
He refuses to fold. /Not like this. Not right now/. He can’t do it.
He has to be hallucinating.
“Kacchan,” Izuku says once more, his voice light and sweet.
He refuses to fold. /Not like this. Not right now/. He can’t do it.
If Katsuki gives in, there will truly be no going back. And he doesn’t want to think about what the consequences will be if he does.
Izuku grabs the front of Katsuki’s shirt and yanks /hard/, throwing him off balance. He falls forward, casing Izuku between his arms as he catches
Izuku grabs the front of Katsuki’s shirt and yanks /hard/, throwing him off balance. He falls forward, casing Izuku between his arms as he catches
himself against the wall, not wanting to crush him.
“Fuck,” Katsuki whispers.
Izuku giggles, followed by a small hiccup. His left hand is fisted in Katsuki’s shirt, and his right one snakes its way up to cup Katsuki’s jaw.
“Fuck,” Katsuki whispers.
Izuku giggles, followed by a small hiccup. His left hand is fisted in Katsuki’s shirt, and his right one snakes its way up to cup Katsuki’s jaw.
His thumb runs across Katsuki’s bottom lip, his own mouth falling open as he looks up at him. Lustful emerald eyes find desperate carmine.
“Kacchan… can we… can we check one more time if Kacchan liked having sex w-with me?”
Katsuki is /definitely/ fucked.
“Kacchan… can we… can we check one more time if Kacchan liked having sex w-with me?”
Katsuki is /definitely/ fucked.
- tbc!! set up a small goal for the next update/my birthday <3
Thank you so much for reading! I promise the wait will be worth it 😏
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Thank you so much for reading! I promise the wait will be worth it 😏
ko-fi.com/sanjariti/goal…
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