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izuku's pov :

i wasn't dumb. i saw how kirishima acted around kacchan. the way his glances lingered longer than they needed to—obviously analyzing every tiny detail about him. the way he grazed kacchan's arm when completely unnecessary.

i knew he liked him. anyone could tell. i wasn't sure if kacchan liked him back but damn it if it didn't break my heart that there was a slim chance he did.

no matter what i did, i always seem to feel like that pathetic kid that found out he didn't have a quirk. that wimpy middle schooler that allowed himself to get bullied for years, almost to the point of suicide. i always felt worthless.

i got a quirk, i got stronger, i trained with all might but im still not satisfied. i know im not enough because im not him.

i would never be him.

it was a friday, which meant dorm game night. mina thought it was a wonderful idea for our whole class to get together every week for "team building." in reality, she just wanted to be messy and stir up unnecessary drama.

tonight was truth or dare. we all sat in a circle; me sitting between uraraka and todoroki while kacchan and kirishima sat across from us.

i noticed kirishima whispering something in kacchan's ear, something that made him smirk while the red head barked out a loud laugh. something about that interaction made my stomach churn and flutter with envy.

mina came in, loudly announcing the games rules, promptly getting everyone's attention.

questions and dares flooded the previously quiet living area. denki had to drink every condiment in the fridge, tsuyu had to confess to her crush in front of everyone, momo had to sit on todoroki's lap for the remainder of the game. it was a fun, high school game.

i was perfectly fine with sitting back and enjoying everyone else complete their dares and spill their darkest secrets. unfortunately, not everything goes according to plan in this class. 

sero excitedly turned to me, "truth or dare?" his grin was bright enough to blind me but i prevailed.

"ummm truth?" i muttered.

he thought for a moment before he spoke again. "if you could switch places with any person in this room, who would you be?"

my heart fell at the question. it wasn't something i hadn't thought about before, in fact, i'd thought about it a lot. it had always been a thought that lingered in the back of my mind, ever since i was a kid. i’m not a bad person, no, but if i was able to be anyone else but me, i probably would.

uraraka gave me a worried glance, knowing how i am. i looked over at kacchan and kirishima once again. they were whispering and kirishima was giggling about something. they were in their own world with no care to what was happening outside of it.

my stomach turned in that disgusting familiar feeling of jealousy. i'm not strong willed like him, i don't have huge muscles like him, i'm not brave like him. i'm not him.

"probably kirishima!" i gave a fake smile with an equally fake tone of happiness.

kirishima looked shocked as he glanced up at me. he beamed with a toothy smile. "thanks midobro! means a lot!" he smiled again, teeth so bright they lit up the entire room.

everyone moved on from my answer, completely ignoring the fallen face i had and the bored eyes that went along with them.

these bored eyes quickly switched to ones of shock when i heard who was going next.

"hmm bakugo! truth or dare?" this got my attention. my head looked up to kacchan, seeing him give his signature glare and smug look.

"dare obviously. i'm not a fucking wimp."

"kiss the person you think is the most attractive in this room." i froze. i glanced to kacchan's side, where kirishima sat with a glint of hope in his eyes. my eyes instantly went to my lap. he'd never do it, even if he did, he'd obviously pick kirishima.

"i'm not doing that shit."

the room roared with protests. although no one would ever verbally admit it, everyone wanted in on the drama of who he would pick. everyone but me. i knew it would be kirishima, there was no point in getting my hopes up. kacchan would be dumb not to pick him.

"why aren't you doing it? are you scared?" denki egged on, dragging out the 'd'.

kacchan perked up at the accusation. "i'm not fucking scared."

"then do it!" someone, not too sure who, yelled out. the room filled with roars of agreements. they were silenced, however, when kacchan spoke up again.

"fucking watch me." kacchan stood up, jaw clenched. i thought he was going to pull kirishima up along with him. i was oh so wrong.

kacchan got up, yes, but he didn't turn to the boy next to him. instead, he began walking to the other side of the circle. the side where i was. and he was walking straight in my direction.

i nervously looked up at him and we locked eyes. his burning gaze pierced through me and for a second, i found myself lost in his eyes. his lashes were nearly invisible, the blond of his hair blending in with his eyelids. his fiery eyes matched his personality perfectly. those ruby eyes that always seemed to enchant me felt as though they were boring holes into my skull.

"get up, nerd." my mind was cleared at the snarl of those words.

i quickly stood up, directly in front of him. my palms were sweaty as we stared into each others eyes. he looked..strangely calm. he pulled my face to his—cupping my jaw, "i don't bite..unless you want me too." with a shit eating grin before we locked lips.

the kiss was fierce in nature, being completely how i imagined he would kiss. it knocked the wind out of me and i couldn't breath for a second as i moved my lips with his. i wrapped my arms around his neck and he moved his hands to my waist as he pulled our bodies closer, both of us moving to deepen the kiss.

the rest of the room was a blur to me, nothing mattering besides the soft lips i felt on mine. from what i could manage to hear out of my daze, though, was an eruption of cheers and gasps of surprise.

when we finally pulled away, my knees felt weak and his pupils were dilated.

"k-kacchan?" why had he kissed me? why not kirishima?

"i'm leaving and going to my dorm. stay here and if you want, come to my room in 10 minutes and ill explain. if you don't want to, stay here the rest of the night and we'll never talk about it again. it won't change anything, regardless of your decision." he whispered in my ear before pulling back to nod quickly then leaving, not explaining himself to anyone else despite the entourage of people saying his name and their exclamations of questioning.

i looked across at kirishima. he looked absolutely heartbroken. his usual cheerful expression was down to a furrowed brow and teary eyes. he swiftly left without speaking a word to anyone, ignoring his friends calling out to him. he briefly glanced at me before turning the corner, out of sight.

i sat in a daze, only slightly hearing the game continue on around me. my eyes bore holes into the clock as i watched 10 full minutes pass by. when they did, i announced my departure to my room for 'rest'—knowing full well i was going to seeing the blond boy who had just completely changed my world. i was desperate to understand his reasoning for kissing me.

as i approached his dorm, i ran into kirishima. he was sort of just sitting outside his room, staring at his doorknob but not making a move to actually open it. he glanced up, obviously hearing my footsteps, and we just looked at each other. no words were spoken as we scanned the features of the other boy, taking in every detail we could. i was looking at the boy who was strong and kind the boy who had a sweet heart and was always looking out for someone or trying to make sure everyone around him was okay. i was looking at my blueprint of a perfect boy. i was looking at the boy who deserved kacchan.

he was looking at the boy who actually got him.

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izuku was getting ready to finally get married. he tightened his bow and gave one last look over in the mirror. as he looked in the mirror, he saw the photo of his soon to be wife sitting on it.

ochako uraraka.

their love was one seen in movies. she had the biggest crush on him all throughout high school and they finally got together in their third year.

they seemed like the happiest couple out there. they got engaged in secret but uraraka posted the pictures of the sweet, intimate engagement everywhere on social media—the entire world being made aware of it now. when people thought of love, they thought of them.

but not izuku.

when izuku thought of love, he didn't think about the brunette girl he was marrying today. he instead thought of the hot headed blond that he had yearned for since childhood. the boy was his first kiss and first time. the boy he had to hide for years.

the boy he wasn't marrying today.

thinking about him brought back memories of when they were young, still in elementary. katsuki was sleeping over at his house and they were under the fort they had just made while watching some all might movie that they had probably seen hundreds of times before.

"kacchan, can i tell you a secret?" the little boy asked.

"go ahead nerd." the other boy mindlessly replied while his eyes stayed locked on the screen.

"i love you sooo much. i'm gonna marry you one day!" little izuku exclaimed, attempting a whisper but failing miserably as he got excited.

the blond boy smirked. "we'll have the best and biggest wedding the world will ever see, deku," as he grabbed the other boys hand.

izuku blushed, "yes, we will." he whispered back.

the thought of that now broken promise nearly brought him to tears as he stood, still looking at himself in the mirror in his private room. he endured the heartache and pulled himself together enough to face an entire crowd.

before he could make it too far, he was pulled into an empty hallway by the one and only—katsuki bakugo.

"izuku." and that's how he knew shit was serious. katsuki had said his real name, not some degrading nickname like he always did.

"yes kacchan." his voice barely registered as a whisper. he was scared if he was any louder, the pain and sadness in his voice would be evident.

"so," the blond started, seemingly trying to carefully choose his words. "you're getting married today." was all he came up with.

izuku took a steadying breath. "yes, i am."

"big, extravagant wedding huh? biggest wedding i've seen in years nerd. practically the whole world knows about it." izuku stayed silent at that.

"all of this to pink cheeks."

"gee thanks for stating the obvious kacchan." the green haired boy stated with an eye roll.

"why?"

izuku was taken aback. it wasn't like he hadn't asked himself the same thing countless times, it was that he..didn't have an answer. for once in his life, he didn't have an answer to provide bakugo.

he took a moment to think before speaking up.

“she loves me.” was all he managed to say.

"you don't love her?" the blond asked, a gleam of hope shimmering in his eyes.

"well i love her yeah, but i.." his words fell silent, sentence cut off.

"you?" katsuki's face dropped at izuku's admission of love for the brunette girl. he knew he had to love her, hell he was about to get married to her. that didn't mean it sting any less his eyes glossed over but he quickly blinked away any tears that might fall over in the next few minutes.

"kacchan, can i tell you a secret?"

"go ahead nerd." despite the gravely tone, katsuki was elated at the reminder of that sweet childhood memory.

"i really don't want to marry her." izuku admitted.

the confession lay heavy in the atmosphere of the secluded hallway they reside in. the two boys sort of just looked at each other, finally just soaking in the features of their loved ones.

izuku was looking at the boy he fell in love with all those many years ago. those piercing red eyes differentiating so heavily from the brown eyes he'd soon be marrying.

without breaking the oh so intimate eye contact, katsuki spoke again. "why's that?" 

"i love her, but not in the same way i love you." he finally said what he'd been trying to avoid even thinking about. tears began falling down his face but he didn't dare to make a noise as he stared at the taller man.

katsuki grabbed izuku's face, his hand cupping the other's jaw—gently rubbing his thumb over his cheek. his fingertips grazed over the constellation of freckles covering his faces, now tainted with tear stains.

"one more time for old times sake?" he asked.

izuku offered a tear-full smile, "one more time kacchan."

katsuki brought their faces together to leave a feathery kiss on izuku's lips. although the kiss was short and sweet, the yearning and love was felt throughout the duration of the kiss and after. the two boys reveled in the warmth of the kiss that lingered on their lips after they pulled away.

love was in the air and it wasn't pink and green.

it was orange and green.

the two pulled back and stared lovingly at each other without a worry for anyone else for the last time. izuku was the one to step back and smooth out his suit.

"i'd better get out there huh?" he said, laughing lightly as he wiped his face clear of tears.

katsuki cleared his throat. "yeah go marry her izuku. i'll be cheering for you in the crowd. cheering for my best friend."

the ceremony continued as normal. they said their vows and it was time for the kiss.

"you may now kiss the bride!" before izuku could try to play it off, uraraka hurriedly grabbed her new husband by the collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. the crowd erupted in cheers.

izuku slightly kissed back but he knew it wouldn't feel right. it never felt right. not with her, at least.

katsuki watched as his love gave a kiss to another woman. her lips kissing lips he'd kissed not too long ago. his heart fell to his toes as he felt a knot develop in his throat.

izuku glanced into the crowd, looking for a specific pair of ruby eyes. he finally found katsuki, standing all the way in the back, with a deep scowl on his face, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

izuku gave an awkward smile and a slight wave and katsuki gave a wave back. izuku was pulled away by uraraka who wanted to run down the aisle then was scooped away by his friends and family with alcohol and congratulations for most of the night.

the two secret lovers couldn't see each other until the end of the night. they met under their special willow tree that they'd found when they were dumb teenagers just learning about weed and wanting to find a place to do it with just the two of them. izuku specially chose this place for the after party so he could see the tree. now, they were able to freely talk.

"you married her." the blond finally spoke, breaking the tension of full silence the two were sitting in.

"yes, i did." izuku spoke right back.

"can i tell you a secret, izuku?" katsuki resorted back to their childhood conversation to get his confession out.

"go ahead kacchan." izuku said with a giggle.

"i didn't want you to marry her."

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"you need to leave the house izu!"

uraraka's high pitched voice radiated throughout izuku's mostly empty room. he'd gone through a messy breakup with todoroki that was completely unexpected and he hadn't left his house since. his room was bare besides his bed, a nightstand, and a lamp in the corner. his bed was covered in crumpled up tissues, full of snot and tears.

"i can't ura," his voice was raspy from the crying. dried tears stained his cheeks as he sat up to meet her eyes. she was leaning on his door frame, pouting.

her eyes gleamed as she developed a plan. she jumped onto izuku's bed, promptly squishing him in the process. he grunted with a smile at her antics.

"there's a little get together happening with a few heroes at that bar downtown tonight. come if you want but i reallyyyy think you should go!" she hooked onto his arm, giving him puppy eyes that he couldn't say no to.

he blushed and looked away. on one hand, he was emotionally exhausted. he knew break ups would hurt but not this much. on the other hand, he couldn't stand another night in this bed. he was living a sad sad life and he deserved a change. he relented with a sigh as he looked back at uraraka.

"i'll go."

"i knew you couldn't say no, start getting ready! it starts at 9 and it's 8!" he instantly jumped up and ran to the bathroom for a shower.

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they pulled up into the hero bar. it was a bar specially made for heroes and celebrities so they could enjoy themselves in public without having to worry about maintaining their image or dealing with an onslaught of fans crowding them for pictures.

izuku kept his outfit simple with a sleek button up and black slacks. his curls were bouncy but slightly frizzy. uraraka matched with him, wearing a black dress and black heels.

"we look like tokoyami dressed like this," she giggled as izuku blushed, walking into the bar. it was crowded as ever. given the fact that it was a saturday night, it wasn't surprising. izuku saw a few familiar faces and a few new ones. before he could even sit down, uraraka was pulling him to the bar.

"we need to get drunk tonight!" she was excited but izuku was terrified. he wasn't much of a drinker as he was a lightweight and would prefer not to embarrass himself in public. still, he took whatever shots uraraka threw his way, relishing but also cringing at the burn that ran down his throat.

he was pulled to a random table by the brunette. as he looked at the faces surrounding him, he realized this was meant to be a class reunion. he saw all familiar faces chatting amongst each other, seemingly in their own worlds. this was until the kirishima noticed him and smiled that big toothy grin at him.

"hey midoriya! glad to see you here!" by his slightly slurred words, izuku could tell the other man was tipsy.

he gave a shy smile and waved at the crowd that now turned their faces to him with wide smiles. "hey guys! glad to be here too," his voice was timid but he knew it was bound to get louder as uraraka kept giving him those shots. god what was in those?

he didn't have time to dwell on the thought of what he had been consuming the last thirty minutes as he was pulled onto the dance floor. it was crowded, sweaty, hot, and so so much fun. people were grinding on whoever was closest to them, izuku was even getting some action by mina drunkenly throwing it back on him. he shyly giggled at first but immersed himself and began actually enjoying himself. the bass of the music vibrated throughout his body, giving him a new found feeling of confidence.

just as he began feeling this surge of courage, he glanced up and made eyes with a certain blond.

katsuki bakugo.

he heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. his hair was slightly tousled but he still managed to look absolutely perfect. izuku found himself getting lost in those ruby red eyes before gaining his composure and looking away. he tried to play it off by dancing again but his movements felt stiff and forced.

he needed a break to collect his head. he walked away from the crowd of sweaty people, finding himself standing at the bar.

"why'd you stop dancing? you looked damn hot grinding up on other people. wiped the floor with the extras for sure." he felt katsuki's warm breath on the back of his neck, a smell of alcohol tinged in it.

his face instantly got hot.

"k-kacchan." he still faced the bar, not daring to look over his shoulder at the taller man.

"look at me." the demanding voice made izuku's knees feel weak and he nearly fell right there and then.

izuku slowly turned around, needing to look up to even make contact with the man because of how close in proximity they were. katsuki's scent invaded his nose, caramel filled his nose and he found himself getting drunk off of it.

"h-hey." izuku stuttered out, still reeling in the sight in front of him.

katsuki snickered. "hey, nerd." looking down at the greenett.

for a moment, they only stared at each other. it had been months since they'd seen each other. after graduation everything got so busy that they hadn't had time to hang out or even see each other in passing.

izuku stared at his childhood best friend. he was rocking his signature skull shirt with baggy black ripped jeans. his hair was spiked up but slightly messy. his face began feeling hot because shit.

his best friend was hot. and eyeing him down like he was about to pounce.

katsuki must have noticed the staring, "like what you see?" he smirked as he saw the already red face become impossibly more red.

"a bit too much i have to admit." SHIT. the alcohol was making him a bit more honest then he'd like to be but oh well. you only live once, right?

"oh yeah, baby?" the pet name didn’t feel as odd leaving katsuki’s mouth not falling upon izuku’s ears. perfect. katsuki took a step back while crossing him arms. he looked down on the shorter boy, an eyebrow raised. izuku felt weak under the mercy of his gaze. he meekly nodded.

"prove it." this, however, made izuku perk up.

"how?"

"follow me." katsuki grabbed his wrist, pulling him to a new destination.

izuku paid no mind to where he was going, letting his mind melt at the warm touch on his arm now. he felt like a lost puppy, wide eyes slightly glossed over as he eyed the muscular back standing in front of him. he let his mind wander. where are we going? what are we gonna do? shit he's hot. i wonder what his back would look like all scratched up-

"get in." his lewd thoughts halted when katsuki spoke again. he heard the click of the door shutting and locking behind them as his mind finally caught up, now realizing they were in a room. it had a couch in the corner, enough to fit two people on it, a mini fridge sitting next to it. the room had led lights all around it, the color set to a deep purple. his expression must've shown his confusion because katsuki now clarified where they were.

"quiet room for us. no one will come in nor hear you." with that he snickered while izuku shivered.

izuku was suddenly pushed against a door, now staring up at katsuki again.

“before we do anything, how much did you have to drink tonight?” katsuki asked.

izuku gulped, racking his mind to remember how much he had.

“i think i had three or four? i feel fine though. i know what im doing.” izuku stated, feeling completely confident in his words.

“are you sober enough to understand what we’re going to do? i don’t want you regretting shit in the morning.”

izuku rolled his eyes. “i know what im doing dummy.” izuku paused for a second before promptly pulling katsuki down by his collar to kiss him.

the kiss was messy and desperate. their noses bumped as the blond deepened the kiss. katsuki tried to invade the other man's mouth by pushing his tongue against izuku's lip but he wouldn't budge. thinking quickly, katsuki wrapped his arms around izuku, grabbing his ass with both hands harshly. izuku gasped and katsuki took his chance. soon, tongues were clashing, fighting for dominance. katsuki, of course, won with a smirk.

when he pulled away, he nearly pounced on the shorter boy. his lips were red and plump, eyes glossed over and heavy lidded. he looked like a sweet puppy and katsuki adored it.

"get on that couch." he demanded, cock threatening to burst through his pants with how hard he was.

izuku practically sprinted to the couch, katsuki following close behind him. before izuku could even sit down, katsuki sat and pulled him into his lap. izuku was now straddling his childhood best friend, cock hard as a rock, and he could feel the other man's boner poking into his ass.

god bless uraraka and her persuasive nature.

katsuki pulled izuku down into another kiss, effectively taking his breath away. katsuki's hands moved to izuku's waist, rubbing down to his hips and thighs then back up to his waist.

with a grin, izuku thought of an excellent plan. he began slowly moving his hips—slow but hard grinding movements that had both of them leaking precum into their boxers. the reaction was immediate. katsuki tightened his grip on izuku's waist with a groan. he pulled back from the kiss.

"the fuck are you doing?" he was panting and his face was flushed, he was enjoying this.

"proving it. just like how you asked." he grinned and katsuki stared at him like he was the only person alive.

"where'd you learn to talk like that?" his teeth were clenched, words tight from the pleasure he was feeling through izuku's grinding.

"i've been friends with you my whole life. kind of impossible to not pick up some habits from you kac-chan." izuku enunciated the other man's name as he began to slide off his lap.

before katsuki could ask where exactly izuku was going, the man in question was sitting on his knees in front of him. katsuki's breath got caught in his throat at the pretty sight.

izuku stared up, wide eyed, pupils blown. his lips wet and plumped from katsuki biting on them. he was panting slightly with a grin. this minx knew what he was doing and he was thoroughly enjoying katsuki's reaction.

katsuki reached a hand down, caressing the other boys face. his thumb traced over izuku's lips, parting them. his tongue welcomed the digit with a wet, heated lick. wanting the real thing, izuku pulled the other man's thumb deeper into his mouth—needier. katsuki bit his bottom lip, feeling his own desire growing more and more as he continued to watch the younger boy. izuku looked up, their eyes locking in a heated gaze.

"gonna keep sucking on my thumb or are you gonna be a good boy and actually suck my dick?"

izuku gulped but still fumbled to pull katsuki's pants down. the zipper proved difficult to undo in his slightly tipsy haze but he still managed to finally pull them down with a gasp.

katsuki was huge. there was no way he was going to fit that in his mouth. he sat wide eyed looking between the hard, reddened cock directly in his face and looking up at the cocky grin on the blond's face.

"never seen a dick before nerd?" he questioned.

"i've never seen one this big kacchan." the boy answered honestly before wrapping a hand around it. katsuki's hips bucked before falling back down onto the couch.

izuku looked with fascination. gently tracing the veins going up and down the blond's, twisting his hands counterclockwise then clockwise, spreading the precum on the tip and gently squeezing the head—keeping note of katsuki’s noises and reaction to them all, gauging what made him feel good.  all of these movements were driving katsuki crazy. his groans filled the room, hips bucking wildly as he began chasing his release.

tentatively, izuku stuck his tongue out and licked from the base to the tip—again and again. it was salty but slightly sweet. it was delicious. he wrapped his lips around it, hallowing his cheeks as he took katsuki deeper into his throat. katsuki threw his head back, letting out a guttural and long groan. his hand instinctively went to those green curls, pushing him farther down his cock until he gagged, tearing up as he hit katsuki's thighs to let him up—gasping for air.

izuku pulled off with a cough. "jeez take it easy kacchan, i'm not going anywhere." izuku looked up at the explosion hero with a shit eating grin, drool and precum dripping down his chin.

"sh-shut up. get back up here." he grabbed the smaller boys wrist and pulled him up to stand.

"strip." his demanding tone cut through the tension in the air like a knife.

izuku audibly gulped before slowly peeling off every inch of clothing that was on his body. katsuki sat back, enjoying the show. the green haired boy was giving a strip tease, holding every moment longer than needed just to tease the other man further. soon, katsuki grew tired of it and started tearing the clothing himself.

after both boys were fully naked, katsuki brought izuku to straddle his lap again.

"as much as i love you sucking my cock, i'd rather you ride on it. you like that idea baby?" izuku's brain went dead at that pet name. he nodded wordlessly, beginning to grind his hips again.

"shit shit shit wait baby, wait. i gotta stretch you out first." katsuki grabbed the smaller boys waist, stopping him from moving anymore. izuku made a noise akin to a whine at the stop of the pleasure he was feeling before he gasped as katsuki gave a small hit to his ass.

"none of that whining shit. you're lucky i'm even being this gentle with you." katsuki scolded, grabbing the boy by his chin to look at him. izuku nodded in understanding before katsuki stuck two fingers in front of his face.

understanding the silent question, izuku took the fingers happily in his mouth, relishing in the way he could taste the nitroglycerin on his tongue. katsuki watched as the boy sucked on his fingers—enjoying how his tongue explored every inch of them.

once katsuki found them adequately prepared, he took them out of izuku's mouth—much to his dismay—and trailed his hand down izuku's back and to his ass.

"deep breath for me, okay? it might hurt for a second but i promise ill make you feel so good." katsuki gave a warning, izuku giving a gentle nod and nervous smile in return.

katsuki began starting with one finger. he pushed in, loving the way he felt izuku's walls tighten around him and the gasp and shudder izuku did when he was finally inside.

"good?" he asked, watching izuku's face morph into one of pleasure.

"keep going." don't gotta tell me twice.

as katsuki rocked his fingers back and forth into izuku, the greenet got more vocal. tiny whimpers escaped his mouth as he pushed back onto katsuki's finger.

soon enough, he added his other finger. he was now scissoring izuku open, making sure he was properly stretched to take katsuki. he was beginning to grow impatient, thrusting his fingers faster and faster until izuku began hitting his chest.

"t-too much kacchan! need your cock. p-please. i can't take it anymore." katsuki didn't need to hear anymore after that. without even saying anything, he snatched his fingers away from izuku—the boys hole clenching and unclenching around nothing, mourning the loss of feeling full. the mourning was short lived however as katsuki lifted izuku up to begin pushing him down onto his cock.

once izuku was fully seated, katsuki noticed something. the other boy wasn't breathing. the feeling of katsuki’s dick being so deep made it hard for izuku to breath—only getting air through short, shallow breaths.

"hey hey baby. you gotta breath. take a big deep breath for me, izu." katsuki thumbed the boys hips, giving gentle kisses around his face. finally, the boy took a big gasp, giving katsuki some relief.

"you good?"

"t-too good. too big." izuku's eyes looked distant, as if he was on another planet.

"you can take it."

katsuki bucked his hips up, going even deeper into izuku. finally, the boy on top started bouncing. they were slow at first, tentative. then, the lust poured out of him like a river.

his hips rutted as he began bouncing up and down, going deeper everytime.

"a-ah kacchan. can't take it." izuku muttered, sweat covering his forehead and falling down his face. rough hands grabbed his waist, moving him faster.

"you'll take whatever i give you. doing so good baby, such a good boy. wanna be my good boy?" it was as if a flip switched in the younger boys head. he pushed katsuki's hands off of him. his own hands now grabbed katsuki's shoulders for leverage as he started bouncing harder and faster.

he nodded his head feverishly. "g-gonna be s-so good. be y-your good boy."

katsuki groaned, throwing his head back on the couch. he was now fully taking in the sight. there was his beautiful boy bouncing on his cock, the purple light of the room perfectly outlining every beautiful inch of izuku. katsuki was becoming mesmerized, watching the boy grinding and panting on his dick. whimpers and whines filled his ear like a beautiful chorus that he never wanted to end.

"you're so beautiful for me deku. such a pretty baby. doing so good for me. you getting close?" as though katsuki could read his mind, izuku was growing closer and closer to the edge. his vision was becoming blurry through tears brimming his eyes. he nodded his head to answer katsuki's question, his pleasure becoming to overwhelming to form any form of noise besides pathetic moans and cries.

"too bad. hold it for me." instead of slowing him down to bring him away from the edge, katsuki began matching his thrusts up to meet izuku halfway. izuku threw his head back—both in frustration and pleasure. his back arched as his legs and hips began to stutter.

"n-no i can't! kacchan, please, im s-so close." tears flooded down his face, not even caring for what he looked like right now. probably a complete mess.

katsuki was eating that shit right up. izuku looked gorgeous with tears running down his already pretty face. katsuki was losing his mind watching the boy look so effortlessly sexy. this was the same boy he'd bullied in middle school? it couldn't be. to think he let him go as a dumb teenager made his blood boil.

there was no way he was letting him slip again.

"shit shit, baby, i'm coming. come with me." katsuki pumped once, twice, then finally exploded inside of izuku.

izuku screamed, screamed, as he came. finally releasing after holding it in for so long was euphoric. it took a few minutes for his vision to clear and he finally came back to the present moment.

the moment where he was sitting on katsuki's, now soft, cock—full of his cum. they were panting, izuku fell onto katsuki's shoulder.

"you good, nerd?" katsuki pat his back slowly, rubbing circles on it.

izuku let out a muffled 'mhm', making the blond chuckle.

"did i tire the baby out?" izuku could practically taste the smirk in his words. 

"shhh, too loud."

"too loud to say i love you?" katsuki mumbled.

now this piqued izuku's interest.

his head snapped up, now looking into those beautiful ruby eyes.

"WHAT?!? LOVE ME? YOU LOVE ME?"

"jeez tell the whole damn world while you're at it." katsuki looked away, obviously embarrassed.

"sorry sorry but you can't just say that while your dick is in me!" izuku whisper-yelled into katsuki's ear.

"well it's true!" the blond finally yelled, living up to his quirk—explosive.

izuku pouted before it turned into a wide smile. he threw his arms around katsuki's shoulders, pulling him into a hug. "awh kacchan! i love you more!"

katsuku hugged back, patting his back and he held on tighter.

"don't start that game with me, i'll always win."

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after izuku found out his school was doing "heathers" for their musical of the year and that it was open to a gender bent cast, he was ecstatic. he'd seen it about a million times and loved singing veronica's part.

of course, being the boy he is, he obviously had to convince katsuki to audition with him.

"i've never even seen this shit, what is it about?" katsuki snarled as he looked over the lyrics of a song izuku was showing him.

"that's not important! you would make a perfect jd kacchan!" izuku gleamed as he pointed out the song 'seventeen.'

"let's take a listen to this song, then you'll sing it. i'll sing veronica's part and you'll sing jd. i know you can sing very well so just try okay?"

after katsuki listened to the song through headphones to get the feel of the way the lyrics flowed, he was ready to actually sing it.

izuku walked to the front of the stage, turning on a speaker as he connected his phone.

"shouldn't we do some vocal warmup shit??" katsuki asked, still flipping through the pages on lyrics.

izuku giggled, "would you really like to do that though?" his question was met with silence that was soon cut off by the music starting.

"fine, we're damaged. really damaged. but that does not make us wise." izuku started, no lyric book in his hands.

"you don't need the words? nerd." the blond held out his arm, offering the book to izuku.

"we're not special. we're not different, we don't choose who lives or dies." izuku shook his head with a smile. he knew the lyrics like the back of his hand, he's got this.

katsuki's mouth shut as izuku kept singing, watching the stage lights grace over his face perfectly. he was absolutely in his essence and katsuki was just an observer.

izuku stepped closer—making eye contact with the taller boy, "can't we be seventeen? that's all i want to do. if you could let me in, i could be good with you."

katsuki was absolutely enamored, watching izuku sing perfectly—now being so grateful that he decided to push his pride aside to sing on stage with him.

izuku cued for katsuki to bring his book out, pointing out his lyric that was coming soon.

"people hurt us," izuku widened his eyes, a signal for katsuki to sing.

"or they vanish," izuku smiled with a thumbs up, giggling at katsuki's slightly reddened face.

"and you're right. it really blows."

katsuki was beginning to really get into it. the lyrics flowed through his veins like second nature—if you didn't know it, you'd think he'd performed this before.

izuku took a deep breath, readying himself for the chorus that he'd been waiting for.

"maybe prom night," he looked at katsuki.

"maybe dancing," katsuki responded, looking right back.

"don't stop looking in my eyes." izuku held his chest high, praying to the singing gods that his voice didn't crack.

"your eyes," katsuki's deep voice resonated throughout the auditorium, the raspiness of his tone perfectly balanced with izuku's clear tone.

"can't we be seventeen? is that so hard to do?" they sang together, in a perfect harmony. they stepped even closer, now less than a foot apart from each other—still staring deep into the other.

they continued singing. not even just singing, they were acting as well. izuku had seen the musical countless times and katsuki was picking up from izuku on how to move and articulate—perfectly capturing jd.

finally, they stepped together for the final part of the song.

"yeah, we're damaged." izuku spoke, reaching his hands out to katsuki.

"badly damaged." katsuki took his hands with no hesitation, gently grasping them between the two boys.

"but your love's too good to lose." they sang together.

"hold me tighter."

"even closer." izuku followed the lyrics, now standing chest to chest with the blond haired boy.

"i'll stay if im what you choose." izuku smiled up at katsuki, a silent praise.

"can't we be seventeen?"

"if i am what you choose."

"if we've still got the right."

"'cause you're the one i choose" izuku brought a hand to gently hold katsuki's face. katsuki didn't reject it at all, relishing in the warmth that lie on his cheek.

"you're the one i choose," katsuki wrapped his arms around izuku's waist, pulling him closer.

"you're the one i choose."

before either of them could think, katsuki pulled izuku into a sweet kiss. a kiss of love and desire. izuku whimpered into it, feeling katsuki grab him tighter as he did. the music finally stopped, but they didn't. the kiss continued, only stopping when they pulled away for a quick breath before going back into devouring the other.

surprisingly, izuku was the one to pull away. his gaze was slightly blurry, lips puffy as he spoke.

"so you'll audition right?"

katsuki chuckled.

"sure nerd, whatever."

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"i dare you to let me and the girls give you a makeover!" 

"okay?" 

without izuku knowing what he got himself into, he was being pulled around by mina and uraraka. class 1-a was having a game night in the dorm living room; obviously truth or dare. it was a saturday which would usually mean that everyone went home to their family. however, everyone was snowed in this weekend with the school not allowing anyone in or out.  

mina, being the absolute lover for chaos that she is, decided that she had to gather the entire class to play a game together. katsuki was roped into all of this by kirishima, who promised him whatever food he desired and to be his free sparring buddy whenever he wanted for a month. 

now, katsuki was thoroughly enjoying this. the girls brought all of their makeup and hair things out to the living room. the floor now barely visible as it was covered in makeup brushes, pallets, lipsticks, and an assortment of hot hair tools and pins to choose from. 

the girls crowded around izuku, making it difficult to see him but not impossible. the blond boy caught glimpses of izuku in the midst of the chaos, cackling everytime he did. everyone was giggling really. the boys were getting closer to the scene, growing curious at what all the girls were doing. the girls that weren't helping with the makeup were explaining what was going on to the curious boys.

"THOSE ARE FAKE??" kaminari screamed, grabbing onto sero at the sight of uraraka placing false eyelashes onto izuku's eyes. 

"obviously they're fake dumbass. our lashes aren't that long." jirou explained in exasperation. 

katsuki stared at the electricity hero in astonishment. how kaminari had made it this far in life without dying was a question he asked himself every single day. 

finally, the girls pulled away but didn't let anyone see izuku. 

"we're getting him a dress!" mina quickly squealed before running upstairs with izuku, the other girls trailing behind—covering the green haired boy from being seen by anyone. 

katsuki tried his best not to seem interested but he was infinitely intrigued. his face remained stoic, his usual scowl staying on his face but if you looked closely you would see a slight raise of his eyebrow.

giggles flooded katsuki's ears as the group returned, walking downstairs. however, he noticed that izuku wasn't with them. 

"where's the nerd?" he asked, his voice gravely as he sat with his arms crossed against his chest. 

"jeez jeez he's coming, we had to give him a grand entrance." tsuyu began before she was interrupted by the man himself. 

"i'm not sure how to walk in these?" izuku's timid voice caught everyone's attention, katsuki's especially. 

the boy was stood at the top of the stairs, a blush evident on his face. he was wearing a dark green dress with slightly raised heels. his face expertly painted with makeup, the products perfectly accentuating his features instead of hiding them. those prominent freckles still managed to shine through. his curls looked moisturized and bouncy, mina had to have done them, katsuki thought. 

katsuku stopped breathing for a moment. izuku looked angelic, so much so that the blond thought he could see wings behind his beautiful figure. before katsuki could let these thoughts dwell any longer, he turned away. 

as he tried to control himself, everyone crowded around izuku, fawning over how pretty he looked. 

katsuki..wasn't sure how to feel. yes, he thought the other boy was absolutely beautiful. he would drop to his knees and do anything the boy asked him to do—no questions asked. 

he'd never found boys attractive, much less izuku. surely it was because of the makeup, right? he looks like a girl so it's natural to find him beautiful. 

without noticing, his face turned confused as his thoughts ran rampant in his mind. his brows furrowed in thought, completely forgetting about the other people in the room. 

"bakugo! what do you think?" mina snapped him out of his thoughts, opening her arms in front of izuku as if she was showing off a grand prize. 

the green haired boy stood there, looking guileless in his pretty green dress. he was holding his own hands in front of his body, face looking down in a blush. 

"he looks..fine, i guess." katsuki spoke harshly but his face was tinted slightly pink. 

izuku looked up, eyes wide in astonishment. katsuki had given him a compliment. 

and his singular compliment meant more than the hundreds he'd received since he came downstairs.