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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Midoriya_Izuku/Uraraka_Ochako
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Uraraka_Ochako, Class_1-A_(My_Hero
      Academia)
  Additional Tags:
      Cheating, Infidelity, Guilt, Angst, Smut, Katsuki_loses_his_mind_a_little
      bit, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Midoriya_is_kind_of_a_butthead,
      Uraraka_deserves_better
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      Published: 2018-02-20 Updated: 2018-03-14 Chapters: 3/? Words: 16941
****** Mindless Self-Indulgence ******
by KappaMaxx
Summary
     Katsuki locked the door and closed the distance between the two boys,
     keen on shutting him up. Izuku gasped at how quickly things had
     already escalated, his hands raised to Katsuki's chest ready to push
     him back. But Katsuki was done pussy-footing around, he wanted to get
     into the issue at hand. That issue being the lack of skin contact
     between him and Deku.
     AKA: Bakugou Katsuki doesn't realize his feelings for Deku until the
     green bean starts dating someone else, also he is a tad bit
     inconsiderate.
***** Perfect Crime *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
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Bakugou Katsuki is an unstoppable force.
When he walks into a room, the atmosphere changes. No one looks his way without
risking falling under the gaze of his sinister glare. Men, women, non-binaries,
it didn't matter; all cowered before him as if he was some sort of king. Which,
he definitely considered himself to be. No one fucked with him and
absolutely no one said no to him. He recognized the dynamic of power that he
brought into conversations and the pressure he unintentionally exerted on
others, but he used this authority responsibly. A pretty boy always used to
getting what he wanted. In fact, so used to it, that his brain short circuited
when he had found out that Izuku, Deku, had started dating that squeaky round
face.
He wasn't surprised to hear the news because everyone could see the two of them
ogling each other throughout the entire time that they had known one another,
and quite frankly it was only a matter of time before those two would be
smooshing faces. What caught him off guard was the twinge of pain that he felt
in his chest. Seeing them cooking together in the kitchen of the dormitory,
watching them share knowing glances, holding hands, stealing kisses, all of
that mushy shit cut him like a dagger. White hot pain searing his heart,
clouding his brain, keeping him from focusing on anything except for the
crippling realization that he was harboring a crush on the nerd he used to
torment.
Everything was fine and dandy for a while and the itching feeling in his head
was easy to stomach, but in the halls of the fourth floor dorms after his
evening shower, Katsuki could hear a small tapping emanating from Uraraka's
room. No matter how hard he had tried to ignore it he found himself with his
ear pressed gingerly to her door.
The unmistakable sounds of fucking, the breathy gasps and guttural groans,
caused Katsuki to flinch away from the door as if it had burnt him. He walked
back to his room, heart thumping harshly against his ribcage and blood running
hot through his veins. Katsuki's nights that were once organized and ended
early now became dysfunctional and reckless. His mind racing with the thought
of Deku's sounds of pleasure, sounds that he wished were reserved for him.
Bakugou Katsuki is a mess.
Obsessing over a boy that probably thought of him as no more than a friend. All
he had for any support that they might ever end up together was that once at a
party, the freckled nerd had admitted to also liking men in addition to women.
But swinging his way certainly did not mean that Deku would actually give him a
chance and attempt to make things work with his childhood bully. Deku had
standards. Deku had a girlfriend.
Katsuki was in far too deep and was far too young at the ripe age of sixteen to
decide that seducing someone who was already in a relationship was a horrid and
fucked up idea. The toxic thoughts had already slithered into his brain and had
taken root. So maybe he couldn't win Deku over with his personality. No big
deal. Katsuki had other various assets.
 
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His plan to gain Izuku's attention went into action immediately. Step one was
to dress himself scantily and move with more grace. For instance, being
downstairs drinking his coffee in only his trunks and a tight black tank top.
He knew he was well endowed and in top physical performance, and boy was he
ready to finally flaunt it.
After living so long with everyone else and learning their schedules, it was
safe for him to assume that only he and Deku would be awake at five am.
When the messy green mop of hair had waltzed in to find Katsuki leaning back
against the counter top by the coffee machine sipping on his own freshly brewed
beverage, he hadn't reacted the way that Katsuki had hoped for. He wanted to
see a stuttering mess but instead was met with a blinding smile and confidence.
"G'morning, Kacchan!" He said brightly, stopping in his steps to wave like a
child might.
"Now that you're here, it kind of isn't." Katsuki responded. The grumpy
demeanor spilling out of him out of instinct, but no rudeness in his tone of
voice anymore.
Izuku took a moment to notice the taller boy's lack of clothing but obviously
thought nothing of it, happily making his way over to the coffee machine to
presumably pour himself a mug of the hot substance.
Now standing inches apart, Katsuki could feel the heat coming off of Deku's
body which was unfortunately covered in the appropriate amount of pajamas. He
swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched him stand on his tippy toes to
reach into a cupboard to grab his designated cup. He admired the way his shirt
pulled up, revealing the dimples on the small of his back leaving Katsuki in a
trance of his own dirty fantasies. The only thing to pull him out was the "eep"
of someone who had just burned their tongue on hot coffee.
Izuku turned to face him, his eyes shining with tears threatening to fall out
and his tongue, slightly red and swollen at the tip, poking out from his lips.
He looked at Katsuki expectantly, as if he was supposed to fix what had
happened.
The blonde scoffed at him, "Idiot. I just made that pot."
"You didn't thay that!" Izuku exclaimed, his tone both frustrated and playful,
"You thuck." He pulled his cup up to his lips and tried blowing air, but with
no success; his puffy tongue proving to get in the way of his attempt at
cooling his beverage.
Katsuki rolled his eyes and put his own mug down, then reached for Izuku's, he
had spotted a perfect opportunity. He placed his big hands over the smaller
ones and brought the entire ensemble up to his own lips, "Here." He murmured.
Gently blowing down into Izuku's coffee, he maintained eye contact with him. 
At this motion, a pink blush spread under the younger teen's freckles. His eyes
focused on the way Katsuki's lips puckered slightly, and feeling the warmth of
his breath ricocheting off the surface of the coffee and fluttering his
eyelashes. 
"Knock it off..." is all he said as he retracted his coffee and moved around
Katsuki, the blonde boy's intense gaze following him until he left the kitchen
area. 
It didn't go as he had hoped, but he was still pleased with the turn of events.
He hummed sounds of approval to himself as he finished his coffee and cleaned
his mug. He wondered what else might tug at Deku's libido.
 
===============================================================================
 
The second attempt at seduction was inviting Deku to spar. Maybe if he could
properly grapple him, Izuku would notice how strong Katsuki's hands were and
want him to touch his body everywhere. His face heated up just thinking about
Deku mutually pining after him. 
But obviously, it didn't go according to plan. 
Katsuki had let the image of Izuku in tight clothing distract him, leaving him
defenseless and unarmed to the smaller boy's attacks. He was able to defend but
not engaged enough to offend. His movements were brought to a halt when Izuku
slowed and backed away from him.
"Are you making fun of me?" He asked.
Katsuki was confused and slightly out of breath, "What?"
Izuku sighed, "I don't know, Kacchan. It seems like you're pulling your punches
or something. Like, as if you think I can't handle your full strength."
Katsuki tried to make eye contact but the nervous boy seemed more interested in
the ground. So he rolled his eyes, "No, shitty Deku. If you must know, I'm
distracted today, alright?"
Izuku's eyes met his after hearing this, "Really? So it had nothing to do with
me?"
Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek and ran a frustrated hand through his
pointed locks before nodding and answering, "Yeah. Nothing to do with you at
all." 
He decided to stop checking out Deku for the time being and instead center his
attention on kicking his ass. It was difficult at first, but seeing the boy's
determined smile once Katsuki started to take things seriously made it all
worth it.
 
===============================================================================
 
Bakugou Katsuki is an impatient person.
After a mere two weeks of stringing himself along in front of Deku like a toy,
he'd had enough of this shitty waiting game. Izuku was beginning to return his
shy glances, and blush more often when he would stand too close, and even go as
far as to look at his ass when he thought he wouldn't notice. But Katsuki did.
And he could see the sliver of guilt behind his Deku's eyes when they talked to
each other. Holding onto his girlfriend's hand, all the while admiring the way
Katsuki would bite his lip when pretending to think. 
Izuku's attitude towards him hadn't changed, but there was no denying the lust
that was beginning to crawl its way up his spine. He knew that he wouldn't
become Deku's knight in shining armor, their relationship was far too damaged
for that, but he did know that he could be on the menu for his sexual appetite.
Against his better judgement he had pulled Izuku aside in the hallways. They
had a short conversation about nothing, then Katsuki asked if Deku would stop
by his room later in the evening. His tone of voice was more like a demand and
he knew that the broccoli-headed nerd wanted to say no and run for his life,
but Katsuki's authority and puffed out chest had forced the boy to reluctantly
agree. 
Katsuki almost regretted using his influence to coerce Deku into meeting with
him, but his desire to fuck pretty much deafened what his moral compass was
screaming. He couldn't wait to finally feel Izuku turning into putty in his
eager hands.
 
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The knock came at 11:27pm.
Three soft taps and Katsuki's eyes peeled off of his digital clock on his
nightstand, his attention now captured by who was on the other side of the
door. Instead of ripping the door off its hinges like he had felt like doing,
he decided to play it cool. He waited five full seconds before slowly pulling
the door open to reveal the shorter boy, who looked like the perfect fucking
example of nervousness.
He was still in his day clothes, jeans and a t-shirt. They both were.
Not a word was spoken while Katsuki took a step to the side, granting Izuku
access to his room. The look in his eyes was almost feral and he wasn't trying
to hide it. Izuku walked up to his bed however he remained standing, he faced
towards Katsuki but his head slumped down as he concentrated on twiddling his
thumbs.
Red orbs baring into a mess of green hair, he closed the door. At the sound of
it clicking shut, Izuku's head finally shot up. He was blushing furiously, his
pupils were blown, his chest was lifting and falling dramatically like his
goddamn heart was working double-time.
Presumably he knew what this was about, which didn't shock Katsuki in the
slightest. His Deku was too smart for his own good and he loved that.
The boy had begun mumbling away about his confusion and anger with himself, his
way of processing the whole thing. Katsuki could make out words and phrases
like "I shouldn't have come here" and "Ochaco's room is so close" and "what am
I even doing" and "Kacchan, you can be so cruel sometimes."
He had heard enough.
He flicked off the switch for the light hoping that it would make things easier
for the muttering little freak, the brightness of the moon through the window
now being their only source of illumination.
Katsuki locked the door and closed the distance between the two boys, keen on
shutting him up. Izuku gasped at how quickly things had already escalated, his
hands raised to Katsuki's chest ready to push him back. But Katsuki was done
pussy-footing around, he wanted to get into the issue at hand. That issue being
the lack of skin contact between him and Deku.
His hands rushed to hold onto Izuku's face before he could push him away, one
resting on his jaw and the other reaching a thumb into the side of Deku's
mouth. This elicited another gasp from the boy but this one had more volume,
almost akin to a moan. 
The sound drove Katsuki fucking crazy. He groaned without meaning to, pulled
open Izuku's mouth, and drew a line down the exposed tongue with his own.
 Whatever restraint Deku had was long gone, his eyes rolling into the back of
his skull as he grasped at blonde hair.
"Kacchan.." he groaned before pulling Katsuki down and deepening the kiss. 
Katsuki revelled in the way Izuku's tongue slid against his. The wet warmth
taking its time to explore the insides of his cheeks, scraping along his teeth,
pushing itself further down his throat, practically fucking his mouth. He had
no idea Deku could kiss like a fucking porn star. His mind began to wonder
where he learned that from, but immediately shook all thoughts other than the
ones begging him to put his hands on Izuku's body.
He grabbed onto the smaller teen's buttocks, squeezing and massaging, not
wasting anytime in letting Deku know what he wanted. In response Izuku spread
his legs allowing Katsuki to hoist him up and bring him onto the bed. With the
change of position, Katsuki grinded his hips down into Deku's, slow and
deliberate.
Izuku's fingers raked across his back, breaking their kiss to vocalize his
satisfaction. 
"Fuck." He groaned a dragged out version of the word.
Katsuki had to have been dreaming. The image of his Deku swearing never made
its way into his deepest fantasies but, God, now he wished he would've realized
sooner how hot that would've been. He wanted more.
He dug his hips in again, faster this time, and continued on a regulated pace.
Rubbing together their stiffening groins, listening to the heavy breathing and
gasps that left the boy trapped beneath him, holding onto this moment as if it
might slip away if he let his guard down.
His hands traveled from Izuku's rear, down his thighs, up and around to his
chest. His fingers grazing his nipples had the boy seeing stars. Goddamn, he
had no idea Deku would be so sensitive. He bunched Izuku's shirt up to his neck
and dropped his mouth down to pull one of the pink nubs into his mouth.
He sucked and rolled it around gently, lapping at his nipple generously, his
other hand reaching up to fiddle with the neglected one.
Izuku was lost in the sensations that Katsuki was adorning him with. The
grinding, the licking, the tugging, it was all so wonderful. He'd been intimate
before with one other person and had assumed that that was as it good as it
gets, which was pretty damn good. But he had no idea that it could be so rough
and filthy. He wasn't used to feeling so overtaken with lust, and his pants
weren't used to feeling this. Damn. Tight.
He was so relieved when Katsuki had played with his sensitive chest without him
having to ask, because he would die of embarrassment if he ever tried to ask
Ochaco.
Her name flashed through his mind for only a brief second but it was enough to
make him feel uneasy. His mind threatening to come out of the cloud of sex that
was washing over him. Knowing that the look on her face if she could see him
now would be one of resentment and sadness. 
Katsuki could sense that something was up by the way Deku's gasping had trailed
off, and he wasn't gonna have it. He worked too hard to get that damn nerd into
this intimate setting with him, and he wasn't going to let him go that easily.
A sinister grin crept up to his lips as he released Deku's nipple and began to
slide down his torso. Kissing the muscles, licking into his navel, and finally
resting over his crotch. 
Izuku looked down at him, propping himself up on his elbows. He was speechless,
but still looking slightly distracted. Katsuki's eyes never left his as he
leaned down and mouthed against Deku's erection through his jeans. 
"O-Oh God." He sighed, letting his head fall back. The blonde boy continuing
his assault on the strain in Deku's pants, licking roughly against the fabric,
dragging his lips over the burning area. All other thoughts leaving his head
evident by the whimpers Katsuki was pulling out of him.
Izuku was losing his mind. He sat up tugging with him Kacchan's head, leaning
down to kiss the kneeling boy in front of him. He stripped himself of his shirt
and swiftly began unbuckling his belt, "Just get on with it." He murmured
against Katsuki's lips, hoping that he would understand his impatience.
Katsuki wasted no time in getting himself undressed as well, he got Izuku's
message loud and clear. Both boys were stark naked when the blonde crawled back
onto the bed, their clothes thrown carelessly throughout his bedroom. They
layed down properly in the mattress, side by side, making out lazily, hands
roaming each other's skin.
Katsuki was the first to pull away this time, "What do you want." He said, his
mouth finding places to nip at Izuku's neck. The smaller boy squirmed under his
touch but his gasps were more than welcoming. He grabbed one of Katsuki's hands
and led it down his body. 
He had assumed his Deku was going to stop when he got to his cock, but to his
pleasant surprise he kept going until their hands had reached his bottom. He
pushed one of Katsuki's fingers to prod the entrance.
"I want you to fuck me." Izuku begged like he had practiced that statement
every day of his fucking life.
Katsuki's breathed hitched in his throat, he was in awe of this boy, so taken
back that he was taking initiative, and so damn turned on. He reached over to
his nightstand to pull out the lubricant and condoms that he kept stashed in
there. Popping open the cap he drizzled some lube on his fingers, applying some
friction to it to hopefully warm it up some before turning back to Izuku, who
lay beautifully before him.
They stayed said by side while he opened him up. Katsuki held onto the small of
his back while he dipped his fingers into him, one at a time, gently adding
more as Izuku requested them. His Deku clutched onto his chest, moaning into
his ear how good he was feeling, how perfect Kacchan was doing, and how often
he had fantasized about this moment. He mumbled all of the thoughts he was
having as per usual, but with shaky gasps in between them. Katsuki didn't mind
at all, too busy entranced with the warm tightness of Izuku's bottom, wrapped
perfectly and wet around his fingers.
As he made a come hither motion inside Izuku, the boy's body seized and a brand
new type of noise came out of his mouth. Katsuki didn't care to ask if that was
okay, because he knew that he had finally stumbled upon the highly responsive
bundle of nerves that was now shooting heavenly amounts of endorphins through
Deku's body every time that Katsuki pressed into it.
Izuku's legs folded up, he begged Katsuki to stop but his moaning and the way
his body grinded against his hand betrayed him. He was now on his back as
Katsuki towered over him, fucking into him with his four fingers; his other
hand on the back of Deku's neck to steady him.
Izuku placed his hands over his mouth to muffle his cries. A hot warmth
spreading throughout his stomach all coming from the core of this body where he
was receiving expert attention. He closed his eyes, finding that keeping them
open was overwhelming, and focused only on the way the bend of Katsuki's
fingers felt against his tender insides. Sliding perfectly in a consistent
rhythm, slow but hard, the way he needed it. 
Finally, Izuku came, a dry and glorious orgasm. His anus squeezing down on
Katsuki, barely leaving room to move around, spasming out of control. Blood
rushing to his pelvic region and leaving him feeling lightheaded. The build up
of energy crashing down after his blissful climax. After giving him some time
to recover, Katsuki left the sensitive flesh to lay atop Izuku and kiss him
again.
They sloppily grinded their leaking erections together, groaning into each
other's mouths until finally Deku was ready. He awkwardly took a moment to
slide on a condom while Izuku caught his breath. When Katsuki tried to climb
back on top of him, Deku grabbed onto his shoulders and flipped the two of
them, so that he was now straddling him. He looked down with half-lidded eyes
as he sat up to line Katsuki with his entrance.
Katsuki hissed as the head of his cock was swallowed up into Izuku's heat,
barely able to register the sensation before Deku had sat down the rest of the
way, pressing them together in the most compromising of ways.
Izuku positioned himself with his hands on Katsuki's chest, leaning forward and
lifting up before rolling his hips and sitting back down into his lover's lap.
Repeating this motion over and over again causing fireworks to go off in both
of their heads.
Katsuki had no senses left anymore. Izuku's display of lewdness pushing him to
the edge of no return. His self control abandoning him to instead bask in the
tight wet ass that was bouncing up and down on his lap. He gripped Izuku's
waist and fucked up into him, adding to the sensory overload that was beginning
to take over his body.
"Deku," He moaned a bit more desperate than he had intended.
"Kacchan," He had moaned back, his mouth hanging open as he gasped and his legs
twitched with every deep connection being made between their bodies. 
It was apparent that neither of them were going to last long which made Katsuki
disappointed in his own lack of stamina. But goddamn did Deku look perfect, and
sound like an angel, and feel like fucking silk. He pounded into him as if they
were in a race against time and splitting Deku in half was going to somehow
save them.
Izuku had to restable himself  with his hands behind him on Katsuki's thighs,
the sudden change of pace becoming hard to keep up with. The whimpers coming
from him were effeminate to say the least but Katsuki was into it. He loved
that he could bring a man as strong willed as Izuku to a place where he
surrendered himself and made embarrassing noises without a second thought. He
considered his womanly cries to be hot, because they were Deku's. 
He'd had enough. Sweating and cramping up, he was ready to finish. Katsuki
grabbed a hold of Izuku's cock, bouncing heavily between them, and stroked it
to the same tempo as his thrusts. Deku's body tightened and it didn't take long
before his back was arched completely and he was cumming. White hot streaks
painting Katsuki's stomach as he pulled out of Izuku to remove his condom and
jerk himself to completion, finishing onto his own torso as well.
They stayed frozen and quiet for a moment. Listening to each other panting and
allowing the blood to rush back into their heads. Izuku was the first to break
the spell. His eyes began to water and his tears fell onto Katsuki, mixing in
with the other deplorable fluids.
"The fuck is up with you?" Katsuki asked.
Izuku reacted instantaneously, backhanding the man he'd just slept with and
hopping out of his lap. He scrambled to get his clothes in the dark.
"Ow, you dick," Katsuki asked as he sat up, rubbing his stinging cheek, "Mind
telling me what that was for?"
Izuku didn't look back at him, he was more concentrated on getting his things
and leaving, "What's up, Kacchan, is your ignorance to other people's
feelings." His voice was shaking, evidence that he was still crying.
Katsuki stood, confused, "You Idiot, I'm asking you now how you feel!"
Deku was able to find his underwear, pulling them onto himself, along with his
pants which he also put back on, and turned to face Katsuki, "I'm not the only
person who exists! And also, you're asking me now, when you should've asked
earlier."
The taller teen was still at a loss for words, standing naked and unashamed,
"What the fuck does any of that mean?"
Izuku grabbed his shirt from the floor and pointed it at Katsuki, his next
words coming through gritted teeth, "It means that you should have asked
before this mess. You should have been a little more considerate." He tugged
his shirt on and headed for the exit.
Katsuki sneered at this, "I was! You looked pretty damn ready to jump my bones
so I took the liberty of relieving that tension for the both of us. I
was extremely considerate."
Izuku looked ready to push this megalomaniac off into the nearest unending
abyss. He whipped around and glared harshly, the tone in his voice more
defeated rather than angry anymore. His tears were still spilling out of him.
"No, Kacchan, you weren't. You wanted to have your way with me and tried to see
my feelings but you only saw the desire. Not the guilt or the regret, just the
sexy emotions. You considered you might be able to get off. But you failed to
consider how Ochaco might feel if she ever found out, and how I'm going to feel
now having to hide such a disgraceful secret from her."
Katsuki flinched at the mention of her name, he opened his mouth to respond but
Izuku was already opening the door to leave and interrupted him.
"Kacchan, I kind of hate myself right now, but you didn't consider that either.
You don't know how to care about anyone but yourself." And with that he was
gone. Izuku closed the door, leaving behind him a boy who had torn him apart,
but didn't know how to piece him back together.
Bakugou Katsuki is unsure of himself.
The thing that he wanted most was in his grasp, and instead of handling it with
caution he ripped into it without a second thought. He had forced Deku to
succumb to his basic sexual instincts and forgot that the world isn't as black
and white as he had previously assumed. Izuku's body was reacting to his touch,
but his heart just didn't feel the same way. And it definitely couldn't
reciprocate his love now that he had crossed an unforgivable line. But he
realized that too late.
Chapter End Notes
     My favorite Katsuki is when he is confused and making reckless
     decisions, pls do not judge too harshly, my body is so tender (ಥ_ಥ)
***** Empty Bliss; Selfishness *****
Chapter Summary
     It was time to come to terms with the idea that not everyone can
     change in the ways that he wanted them to. Kacchan was sexy and his
     oldest aquaintence, and if his life were a movie then that would make
     him his soul mate. But Izuku's life took place on Earth, where people
     like Katsuki wound up being assholes for the remainder of their
     lives.
     AKA: Midoriya hurts himself in his confusion!
Chapter Notes
     This was supposed to be a one-shot but I accidentally dug my sons
     into a fucked up hole of pain and insecurity, so I'm continuing this
     story because some how these boys need closure. So now this will be a
     multi-chapter sort of thing.
Izuku loves his girlfriend.
She is beautiful, but that's only something that he admires about her. What he
really lovesabout her is her raw determination and ability to think for
herself. He loves how she gets lost in thought similar to himself, but in more
of a daydreaming sort of way. She has her goals set out and a solid plan on how
to get herself there. Ochaco is kind, understanding, and encouraging. Her
personality is goodfor him, keeps him comfortable, does wonders for his health.
In other words, when he looks at her the last thing to come to mind is Bakugou
Katsuki. By his definition, this makes her a perfect match for him.
When he thinks about Kacchan, his brain gets foggy. There's something about
that guy that makes his insides tighten up. The way his shoulders roll when he
does stretches in the mornings, those smoldering eyes that are almost hypnotic,
and his toned thighs that make Izuku want to wrap his legs around his head and
wear him like a crown. His attitude was a mess, though, so Izuku could never
imagine going out on a date with him. But late at night, especially recently,
all that was in his mind was fantasies of Katsuki taking him over the kitchen
counter, standing sex in the shower, and even in the locker rooms where they
might get caught.
When Kacchan had invited him up to his room, Izuku knew exactly what was going
to happen. The look in his red eyes had said it all. The tension between their
bodies was beginning to reach new levels of overwhelming, and Izuku was
sickeningly enough more than happy to release that pressure. He wasn't
disappointed at all in Kacchan's performance, but he was definitely
disappointed in himself.
Izuku passes by Ochaco's room immediately after his dreadful visit he had with
Kacchan. He looks at the door and even walks up to it, ready to knock and tell
her everything. And he would assure her that none of it meant anything because
it didn't. It couldn't. He would cry and let her slap him around because he
deserved it after such an act of betrayal. Ochaco would threaten to leave but
he would pledge to her that it would never happen again. Izuku would vow to be
faithful and beg her to stay because he really did like her so much.
To imagine himself making these promoses is one thing, but if Kacchan cornered
him like that again would he actually have the resolve to refuse him? He sighs
and backs away from her room. Sauntering over to the elevator, he goes over the
night's events in his head. He was probably mumbling his thoughts out loud but
that didn't matter, no one else was awake at this hour.
On the ride down to his room his hand unconsciously rubbed at the sensitive
areas of his upper body. The memories of Kacchan's mouth licking torturous
circles on his chest was still fresh in his mind. His face began to heat up and
although he really did enjoy the contact, he was also appalled at his lack of
control. He had so many opportunities to slow down and stop what they were
doing, but his body didn't listen to him. Or rather, he didn't try hard enough.
As he stepped out of the elevator and made his way into his room he let his
teasing hand fall back to his side, gripped into a tightened fist. Izuku hated
what he'd done. He absolutely despised Kacchan for seducing him in the first
place and even more so himself for being easily swayed into sexual deviance.
He laid his head down into his pillow after changing into pajamas and cleared
his mind of anything but Ochaco's loving caresses on his body in an attempt to
will himself into being attracted to only her. But thinking about her only made
him feel worse. Fat tears trickled down his face as he felt the full effect of
regret rush through him. Chest heaving, snot running, body shaking, weeping.
Izuku had felt things that he hadn't imagined to be physically possible, but at
what cost? Pleasure at the expense of his girlfriend should nothave been that
damn good. But those rough hands invading his private space was the most
relieved his body had felt in a while.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he pleaded with himself to not reminisce on the
sensations he had experienced. Despite his best efforts, Izuku dreamt of
Katsuki the rest of the night.
 
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Izuku loves to stay on schedule, but when his alarm sounded off at 5am he had
half a mind to hide under the covers and call in sick.
Out of all of the days of the week to fornicate unfaithfully, why did Katsuki
have to pick Monday to make his move? Isuku's torso ached from guilt sobbing,
his throat and eyes were dry for the same reason. Worst of all, Izuku's bum was
so sore. Being a man of great curiosity, he had on occasion tried out some very
intimate stretching on his own so he was used to the way something was going to
feel inside of him. However, he had only ever played with his fingers. Never a
toy, certainly never a dildo, and on top of it he hadn't been so rough before.
Kacchan's heavy thrusting, as lovely as it was, had wrecked him.
Really it wasn't too bad. Most of the pain was having to be reminded with every
shift of his body the mistake he'd made. Reluctantly, he groaned and got up
anyways. He threw his green robe on over his t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms,
and headed downstairs to start his morning. He had hesitated at first, knowing
that Kacchan might be waiting for him, but Izuku trudged on deciding that he
wasn't going to get intimidated by the likes of him.
Luckily, he found no one in the kitchen. Breathing out a humongous sigh of
relief, he made himself a small pot of coffee. He reckoned Katsuki might be too
tired to want to wake up this early and thank goodness for that, it just meant
that he could relax while doing his typical routine.
Izuku started with a mug of coffee to give him a slight buzz as a jump start;
something warm in his belly to ease himself into the day. Once the liquid in
his stomach settles he ditches his pajama bottoms for gym shorts and does some
light stretching and yoga for about 20 minutes. By the time he is finished with
his warm up, it should be approximately 6am. What he does at this point is
cardio. Sounds fancy, but really he is just jogging around the dormitory
building for 45 minutes. Every other day or so, he will see Katsuki outside
doing his HIIT training, meaning that he will sprint for 30 seconds, then walk
for 60 seconds, rinse and repeat. He hoped to every power in the universe that
he wouldn't be out this morning but lo and behold, he was.
As Izuku saw his figure walking towards him from the opposite direction he
froze. He wasn't ready to have this conversation yet, but he was a big boy and
was prepared to say what he had to. He waited on the side of the building and
watched Kacchan's built frame, covered in a tank top and baggy sweatpants. He
seemed to pay no mind to Izuku's expectant staring, as he chose that moment to
sprint right past him.
Izuku was shocked, to say the least. He had anticipated a spout of yelling and
snarling but was instead flat out ignored. He shrugged and continued his jog,
happy to spare his morning of any drama. Still, something about Kacchan's
nonchalance sort of bugged him.
After cardio comes the shower, given that he is usually sweaty when it's over.
Once he is finished cleaning up the time reads 7:13am. Almost perfectly on
schedule! Now all he has to do is make himself something for breakfast and
chill out until classes begin. When he gets into the kitchen again, more people
are awake and mingling.
Among the people making food is Ochaco. As soon as he enters the room her eyes
are already on him. She rushes over to him holding two plates of already made
food in her hands.
"Good morning, Deku-kun!" she beamed up at him, handing Izuku one of the
dishes. It was a simple breakfast. Two fried eggs with a bacon smile; just as
cute as her.
The two of them made their way around one of the counters to stand against
while they ate.
"It's a very Western style meal!" Izuku tells her as Ochaco hands him a fork to
eat with.
"I know, but look at the face! I saw a picture online and I just had to try it
myself."
They talked about nothing in particular, mostly just comparing cultures around
the world and admiring the differences. While he washed their dishes for them
he took a moment to appreciate her beauty. She smiled so brightly all of the
time, no matter the situation. He felt blessed to be able to have her.
After a quick kiss they parted ways so that he could return to his dorm room to
get dressed. Ochaco made a crude joke about going with him and watching him
change, but he still felt shy about people knowing they had seen each other
naked, so in the end he went alone.
As it turns out, Katsuki had the same idea, because he rushed into the elevator
right before it closed.
Izuku panicked as the door shut in front of just the two of them. This was it,
this had to be it, Kacchan had him cornered. He stared at the ground, preparing
himself again for the taller boy's wrath.
"Which floor, nerd?" Kacchan asked impatiently.
Izuku flinched out of habit when he spoke, wondering what he meant. His gaze
lifted to meet Katsuki's, "Eh..?" He started.
Kacchan rolled his eyes, "Fucking nevermind." He leaned forward and pressed the
button labeled "4." This is when Izuku realized that he had been so shaken up
by Kacchan's presence, that he forgot to select a floor for the elevator to go
to.
Due to his negligence he had to spend more time trapped in this suspended box
of metal with Katsuki. He was waiting for him to say something but he was being
so quiet, it's hard for him to tell how he's feeling. On the other hand,
Kacchan had always been closed off even when they were kids. But this was
different. They had been intimate together, surely Kacchan would
have something to say about what happened. But also-
"Quit the fucking mumbling, Deku." Katsuki said, interrupting his thoughts. He
didn't sound angry, more or less his tone was exasperated.
Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat and pursed his lips tight. Damn it. He
couldn't help but feel anxious. He didn't want Kacchan to scream at him and
call him an idiot or make fun of him, but him reacting as if it were nothing at
all was somehow worse. Now, he wanted him to hit him, anything at all. 
But he didn't. He just stepped out of the elevator and left for his room. This
time when Kacchan disappeared out of sight, Izuku wasn't relieved. He was
stressed. Was Kacchan really going to drag this out? Was he stock piling his
anger so that he could unleash it all at the end of the day and completely
obliterate Izuku?
He pressed the button labeled "2" and sighed, leaning back against the
elevator. Maybe it was better that they weren't going to talk about it. That
would definitely make it easier for Izuku to try to move past this whole thing.
Still, he couldn't help but feel that when other people cheated things never
went this smoothly. Then again, most of his guessing was based off of what he'd
seen on TV.
 
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The morning classes went off without a hitch. Nothing out of the ordinary
except for Izuku's inability to stop staring at Katsuki where ever he went. He
had stopped feeling anxious about getting attacked outright by him, and yet he
couldn't quite get him out of his head. Lunch hour went perfectly fine as well.
In fact, the entire day went by without any complications whatsoever. It was
starting to make Izuku feel uneasy.
Ochaco could sense this, because she brought it up on their walk back to the
dorms after class was dismissed for the day, "Are you okay?" she asked, her
brows knitted together in a worried expression.
He nodded a little too fiercely, "MmHm," he said, "I'm good."
Her eyes narrowed, "Are you sure? Because you seem kinda off today. Distracted,
even."
He shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you. I feel fine."
Ochaco didn't seem very convinced, but she left it at that, "Fine. Then if
you're feeling okay you wouldn't mind coming up to my room later?" she was
blushing and not making eye contact anymore. Izuku knew what this meant.
"Of course." he said, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.
They didn't say much else on the walk home, but they didn't need to. Even the
quiet moments among them were good moments. She gave him a kiss and departed,
she was spending her afternoon going to see a movie with some of the friends
she had made before high-school. Izuku would have gone with her but his social
anxiety made it difficult to carry conversations with people that he wasn't
familiar with. So instead he took out one of his workbooks and studied in the
dorm lounge.
He could have gone up to his room where it would be guaranteed to be more
quiet, but the open space of the lounge helped him feel less cramped, and
therefore helped him think better. Sometimes others would hang out with him.
They would take a seat and socialize more than they would study, but he didn't
mind the company. Today he was alone. Everyone else seemed to be preoccupied
with activities outside of school property. It wasn't until around 4:30 that
another person entered the building.
"K-Kacchan!" he said when he had passed by the couch, straightening himself out
instead of slumping over his textbooks.
"Shut up." was all he got in response as Katsuki once again kept walking
without hardly acknowledging him.
Izuku should have let him go, but he found himself standing up and following
him. Before he was able to press any buttons for the elevator, Izuku grabbed
onto his arm, causing Katsuki to whip his whole body around to face him, "What
do you want, shitnerd?" he growled. He shook his arm out of Izuku's grasp.
The smaller teen shifted uncomfortably under Katsuki's agitated gaze, "I don't-
uh- I guess I was- um," he was trying desperately to form proper words but he
didn't actually knowwhat he wanted either.
With a "tch," Kacchan was already turning back, impatient and ready to get out
of this awkward confrontation. Izuku hadn't the faintest idea of what he wanted
to say, but he did know that he wanted Kacchan to say something regarding last
night. Anything to know that it wasn't just him and that he hadn't imagined it
all.
"Why haven't you spoken to me today?" he finally asked.
Katsuki folded his arms over his chest, "I don't speak to you most days."
"I know that. But most days, we don't..." Izuku's sentence was tapering off,
"Y'know?" was all he could muster, he could feel the heat of embarrassment
covering his cheeks.
Katsuki started to look angrier than usual, "Why are you trying to bring this
up?"
"To get some sort of peace of mind, maybe? To sort things out?"
He ran a frustrated hand through his blonde hair, a smile was forming on his
face but it didn't seem like it was a happy one, "Shitty, confusing, Deku.
Yesterday you were killing the mood and yelling at me. Telling me that I'm
inconsiderate. Now you wanna air all this dirty laundry out and for what? Huh?"
"Because I'm a human? Because I have feelings? I don't know, Kacchan!" Izuku's
voice was beginning to rise, "Not everything needs a specific reason, okay?"
Katsuki matched his volume, "Actually, it does, Deku," He took a step towards
Izuku and twisted a finger into his chest, "You made it very fucking clear that
you didn't want anything to do with me anymore."
Izuku frowned, "That's not what I said-"
"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki cut in, "It's what you meant." 
Izuku was getting tired of how Kacchan refused to have a proper conversation.
He swatted his pointed finger away from his chest and pushed him away, "This is
your problem. When we were kids, last night, and today. You don't want to take
time to talk, you only ever want to do."
Katsuki stumbled backwards a bit, and took no time waiting to shove Izuku back,
"Actions speak louder than words, bastard!"
His back hit the wall, green head of hair bouncing off of it as well. He
grunted, "Better safe than sorry!"
Katsuki grabbed the collar of Izuku's shirt and pulled him up to eye level with
him, "The one who should be sorry isn't me, Deku. I'm not the one with the
fucking girlfriend."
His words made Izuku cringe. He noticed the pain in those green eyes but
continued anyways.
"Don't go trying to rope me into your whiny highschool drama. You're a grown
up, you made a regrettable choice, goddamn deal with it. We fucked and it was
awesome, but you can't come to me and ask me to fix your problems." Katsuki let
go of his shirt and slowly backed away, "I can get you off, but that's about
it. You've known me long enough to understand that I don't have the emotional
capacity to be," he made a waving guesture with his hands, "whatever it is
you're looking for right now."
Izuku still said nothing as he watched Kacchan step into the elevator.
"So please, for both of our fucking sakes, leave me alone. Don't stare at me,
or talk to me, or come knockin' at my door unless you're looking to fuck." And
with that the doors closed on him, leaving Izuku alone and defeated.
He knew Kacchan wasn't "boyfriend-material" or anything like that, hardly even
"friend-material," but Izuku was uncomfortable with the idea that he had slept
with someone solely based on his physical attraction to them. He had put a
pebble of coal in his boot and was walking on it everyday, expecting it to turn
into a diamond. But no amount of pressure was working, and to be honest, his
foot was starting to get really sore.
It was time to come to terms with the idea that not everyone can change in the
ways that he wanted them to. Kacchan was sexy and his oldest aquaintence, and
if his life were a movie then that would make him his soul mate. But Izuku's
life took place on Earth, where people like Katsuki wound up being assholes for
the remainder of their lives.
Something inside was itching at his brain, demanding that he dig a little
deeper and scratch the surface beneath that rough exterior of Kacchan's. Maybe
he really was a good guy? But he shrugged off those ideas, all of them seeming
silly and too optimistic. Kacchan was hot, and Izuku had sex with him because
he had a lapse in judgement and Katsuki's pecs looked delectable in his hero
costume. No shame in that, but shame on him for attempting to convince himself
that it meant anything else to him.
Sometimes things were just things; no deeper meaning at all.
 
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Izuku used the restroom and took a quick shower before heading up to Ochaco's
room. He liked to be clean for when they did this type of stuff. It was around
9pm when he got there, she had just returned from her evening out with her
friends.
They sat on her bed and took some time to talk. She laughed as she recalled
some of the many things that had happened to her that day, Izuku smiled and
listened. They joked about school, discussed the general weather, all the
things they typically did before Ochaco felt comfortable enough to lean in and
plant a kiss upon Izuku's lips.
He kissed her back gently, at first, but as the temperature in his body began
to elevate he kissed her with more fervor and attempted to slide his tongue
deeper into her mouth, further than how they usually French kissed; similar to
how Katsuki had kissed him.
She pulled back, chuckling hesitantly, "Not so aggressively, Deku-kun."
He nodded, "Sorry, I got a little too excited."
He suddenly felt bad that he had pushed her into a kiss like that without
asking. But he couldn't help that he had been wanting things to go a little
rougher for a while. They'd had sex more times than they could count and Ochaco
was still content with the shy and delicate routine. There was nothing wrong
with wanting some delicacy, but it just wasn't Izuku's style.
The making out went straight into the foreplay, as per usual. They took off all
of their clothes and laid onto her bed, again, very much parallel to how he and
Katsuki had been. But Izuku was the one doing the preparing. He had two fingers
pushing in and out of her soft flesh, pulling up against the inside of her wall
searching for her g-spot. Izuku had spent enough time on her to know exactly
where it was, but she got overwhelmed pretty quickly when he pressed into it
from the start.
He had asked to go down on her once and she let him, but it didn't last long.
She said that she was so sensitive that the pressure almost hurt, no matter how
softly he swept his tongue over her clit. Now she was afraid of letting him
down there again.
He decided he wanted to do for her what Kacchan had done for him, meaning that
he wanted her to finish on his fingers. He did the come hither motion as if to
physically beckon the orgasm to come out of her, and pumped his fingers at a
faster pace.
"Ah- Izuku- ah- what are you doing?" she gasped and hiccupped while trying to
speak.
"I'm- uh- trying to make you cum?" He meant to say it as a statement but her
shyness was infectious and it came out as a question.
"No, not like this. Please, it's too unusual." Ochaco covered her blushing face
with her hands and tried to close her legs. That was the only signal Izuku
needed to halt his movements. They kissed for another minute or so, his hands
trailing her body giving her thighs and breasts gentle squeezes. The position
they settled on was cowgirl, because it was easier for Ochaco to control the
friction.
He had always wondered what it would be like to ride a cock in this position,
and now that he had better knowledge of it he was worried that he wasn't doing
everything he could for his girlfriend. Izuku thought back to the previous
night and noted the differences. When he had rode Kacchan, he had held onto his
waist and trusted into him from below which felt incredible. Maybe if he did
this for Ochaco she would feel the same? And maybe it would open her eyes to
more rougher sex.
In theory, great idea. In practice, much different results. She gasped but in a
shocked way, not a sexy way, "Deku-kun! It's too much!" 
He immediately stopped, fearing he had hurt her, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry,
where does it hurt? Should I pull out?"
She shook her head, "No, I'm okay. The pressure was weird, that's all."
He nodded in understanding. She was definitely enjoying herself without any
added stimulation, so he let her ride him slow and steady to her heart's
content. When she finished, they flipped over so that Izuku was on top and she
was lying beneath him. He pumped into her until completion, they kissed a
little longer, and Ochaco had fallen asleep by the time he was dressed and out
of her room. 
He sighed, back flush against her door. Sex was fine, even when it wasn't up to
his standards. And he was grateful for Ochaco being vulnerable and allowing him
to do such things with her. Izuku thought that they were taking things slowly
in the bedroom because they were still learning each other's bodies, but as it
turned out, vanilla sex was his girlfriend's preference. Again, nothing wrong
with that, but he was now realizing that they didn't have perfect sexual
chemistry.
He walked to the elevator, checking the time on his phone. It was 10:34, which
meant that people might still be awake. He bit his lip while he considered his
options.
Izuku knew if he was having problems in his relationship that he should bring
it up directly to Ochaco. They would talk about how the sex just isn't working
for him and how would she react? She might feel pressured to try things that
she didn't want to do, and Izuku refused to corner her like that.
On the other hand, he could feel his unrelieved tension starting to weigh him
down.
Izuku wanted to be lewd, he wanted to be pinned to the ground and fucked
without mercy. He wanted things to get messy and so out of control that he
didn't have time to think. His body was moving on its own again, and he found
himself in front of Kacchan's door.
Without sparing another thought he was knocking. 
A grumbled voice came from the other side, "It's late and you have woken me.
Fuck off."
Izuku could turn back, he could fix the mistake before he made it, but he could
feel the heat in his face and his heart pounding. All signs that he was
unfathomably turned on and there was no way to make that feeling go away. If he
didn't get some sort of relief, he would drive himself crazy and not get any
proper sleep tonight.
He couldn't believe just thinking about Kacchan had provoked such lust in him.
He tried the door handle and as he expected it was unlocked. No need for
Katsuki to lock it, anyone who entered without permission had to have had a
death wish, or have been out of their mind.
Izuku fell into the latter category. 
He rushed into Katsuki's room and closed the door behind him, turning around
and keeping close to the exit. Izuku was met with a yell and a hand closing
around his throat. 
Kacchan flipped the switch next to his invader's head. When the light came on
he was pleasantly surprised to find his Deku cowering before him.
"Deku-" he started, confused and still slightly out of it from having recently
woke up.
Before he could say anything else Izuku was already falling to his knees and
pawing at the bulge in Katsuki's sweatpants.
Izuku had performed oral sex on a man only one other time. It was at a summer
camp, because of course it was, when he was 13. It had been a while since then,
but he had learned a lot from watching porn and calculating his mistakes.
Kacchan's cock was already stiffening at the contact through his baggy clothes.
Izuku looked up to make sure that what he was doing was welcome, and when he
saw Katsuki with both hands propping himself up against the door, red eyes
looking down curiously at him, he pressed onwards and pulled Kacchan's pants
down to his mid-thighs. 
His erection was tenting his boxers, bouncing in front of Izuku's face. In a
way that lacked confidence, Izuku wrapped his mouth around the intruding
member, boxers and all, taking in as much length as he could with the fabric
straining his movements.
"Fuck, Deku-" Kacchan groaned, one of his hands coming down to twist in his
green curls, "sucking me through my shorts like some kind of desperate slut." 
Izuku whined at the dirty talk, a familiar heat pooling in his lower abdomen.
He knew how red his face must be, how wide and crazed his eyes were. He pulled
away from Kacchan for only a moment to push the rest of his clothes down, then
he went back to his assault. 
Izuku made a line with his tongue underneath Katsuki's cock from base to tip,
eliciting a drawn out moan from the teen and a forceful tug at Deku's hair. He
wrapped a hand around the base to steady it while he sucked and licked at the
head, gauging Kacchan's reactions through his lashes. His eyes were clenched
tight and his mouth hung open in a perfect "O" shape. With every shift of
Izuku's mouth across the swollen skin, his cock twitched needingly against his
palm.
Finally done toying around, Izuku wrapped his lips around the head, and sank
Kacchan's erection into his mouth. He made sure his tongue wasn't retracted,
but instead a bed of sorts for Katsuki's cock to rub against. He stroked the
part of his length that he couldn't take in with his hand, lubricated with his
own drool and Katsuki's pre-cum. 
He closed his eyes and moaned, knowing that people liked it when you treated
oral sex as if there were a g-spot in the back of your throat. He felt so
relaxed, being able to express himself sexually without someone smothering his
libido. 
Katsuki's hips started to lightly sway in towards his mouth. His grip tightened
on Izuku's head and his cock began to swell and twitch, indicating that he was
reaching his limit.
"Deku- oh, ah- fuck, I'm gonna cum." He murmured, both hands on Izuku's head
now attempting to pull him away.
Izuku didn't let up, the grip of his lips and hand tightened. He suctioned
harder onto Kacchan's cock creating indents on his cheeks, and quickened his
pace.
Katsuki stared down at him in awe, Izuku's eyes opening to stare back. The
stretching of his mouth making his eyes shiny with tears. It wasn't until one
of the tears fell that Katsuki's whole body shuddered and he released his
climax down Izuku's throat. He swallowed all of it without hesitation.
Neither had any time to recuperate before Katsuki was pulling Izuku off of the
floor to kiss him. His post-orgasm high making him whine into Izuku's mouth
when their tongues met. He dragged the smaller boy over to the bed and threw
him onto it, quickly beginning to return the favor.
When Katsuki had pulled his underwear down to start playing with him, Izuku
stopped him, "Kacchan wait, I- uh- I can't get hard right now."
Katsuki stared blankly, "Excuse me?" 
"Well, you see, I just got here- I, uh- I was visiting- um-"  he cut himself
off to point in the direction of where Ochaco's room might be. He didn't have
the stamina to get another erection since he had just ejaculated less than 15
minutes ago.
Katsuki stood above him, putting the information together.
"Um," Izuku continued, "really it's okay, you don't have to-"
Katsuki didn't wait for him to finish, he flipped him over so that we was bent
over his bed and pulled his pants around his ankles, boxer briefs included.
"I get it, you greedy prick." Kacchan growled into his ear.
When Izuku tried to push himself off of the bed, he felt Katsuki's hand come up
to rest on the back of his neck, keeping him in place. 
"Kacchan, please, what are you-"
Again he was interrupted, this time by Katsuki shoving his fingers into his
mouth, digging in and getting coated in saliva. He pulled them out and brought
them down to Izuku's bum, massaging circles around the entrance.
Izuku moaned at this but still protested, "Wait, Kacchan, I'm still so sore
from yesterday. You can't-"
"Shut up, Deku," Katsuki wasn't letting him get any words in, "Sluts like you
don't get a choice." He dipped the first finger in, slow but hard. Izuku
whimpered under his touch, coming to the conclusion that he wasn't going
anywhere. 
As Katsuki worked him open, the pain was overshadowed by the pleasure. His body
was flushed warm and his ass was more than inviting to Kacchan's invasive hand.
"How dare you think of me as a second thought." He said, pushing a second
finger into him without warning. Izuku cried out and tried to arch his back to
minimize the discomfort but with his head being held down he could barely move.
Soon it gave way to more endorphins and he was able to relax. 
"How dare you come to me straight away after getting your little dick wet in
your girlfriend. Neither one of us good enough for ya? Gotta have both, huh?"
He pushed into him faster, making Izuku's breath come in uneasy. His heart was
skipping beats and he started to pant.
"Kacchan.." it was the only word he could manage to say, everything else
failing him and turning into gasps and moans.
Katsuki flipped him over smoothly to get a better angle. He moved his hand away
from Izuku's throat to pull off his clothes from his legs once and for all,
leaving him bare from the waist down. He used his free hand to spread his
thighs as far as they would go, Izuku resisting for a brief moment before
giving up and allowing himself to be stretched. Katsuki's hand returned to his
neck when he was satisfied with his position.
"Greedy slut." was the last thing he said to him as he added a third finger and
watched Izuku squirm from being unprepared. He was drooling and looking at
Katsuki like he wanted to eat him, so Katsuki knew he was still having a good
time.
Izuku could feel the pressure building as he tightened around Katsuki's
fingers. He was so close and it was so frustrating. He held onto the hand
around his throat with both of his and lifted his legs higher into the air for
better leverage.
Katsuki could tell that he was ready to finish, so he grinded his fingers into
his sensitive spot over and over and over again, "Come on, baby, go ahead and
cum already."
Katsuki loosened his hand on Izuku's neck so that when he came he was able to
wriggle around as needed. He was moaning and arching his back off the bed,
rutting against Katsuki's hand, riding the last waves of his dry orgasm.
Izuku sat up shyly after Kacchan pulled his fingers out. He was still standing
next to the bed and looking down at him. He felt like this moment needed
something to take the edge off so he stood, too, and pulled him into a kiss. 
This was the first time they had made out without having an all out tongue
battle. Their movements were soft and sweet, things that Izuku had never imaged
Katsuki could be.
Kacchan was the first to pull away, but his arms were still wrapped around
Izuku's waist, "What the fuck is going on?" He asked quietly, pressing his
forehead against Izuku's sweaty one.
He shrugged and played with his spiky blonde locks, "I don't know," he said,
voice hoarse and light, still mesmerized by the afterglow, "I guess I'm feeling
deprived of something. And you're really good at filling whatever hole that is
right now."
Before Kacchan could make a crude joke, Izuku was covering his mouth with his
hand and smiling lazily at him, "Shaddup." 
Izuku stepped out of his hold and began to put his clothes back on, Katsuki
pulled his own pants up as well.
"So this," he pointed between the two of them, "is something?"
He had a sparkle in his eyes that Izuku hadn't seen before, but he waved it off
as probably the way he always looked after sex. They did have the lights on
this time, after all.
Izuku bent to get his legs into his jeans, "Actually, it's kind of nothing?" He
said, he looked back down to concentrate on not falling over, "I mean, it's
intercourse and that's technically something but as far as the rest of it goes,
this has to be nothing more than sexual frustration." When he finished his
explanation he stood up straight to button his pants, "That's okay, right?"
Katsuki nodded, "Whatever." He said. He walked to the door to lead Izuku out
but had to set one ground rule first, "We can do this all you want, Deku, but
don't pull that shit again. No more fucking two people in one night."
Izuku looked up confused, obviously wanting a reason why Katsuki drew his line
there.
"I'm not like you, okay? I think I'm, like, one hundred percent gay. So please
don't come over here smelling like pussy, got it?" Katsuki said, an embarrassed
flush rising to his face.
Izuku could respect that. He waved goodnight and left Kacchan's room feeling
much better than he had the night before. His tension was gone and he
understood that what he was feeling was no more than a powerful physical
attraction to someone that he was more sexually compatible with. He still felt
guilty, but he wagered it was better than forcing Ochaco into a situation that
she wasnt comfortable with.
 
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Katsuki loves Izuku. There was no way around it. That little fucker may have
been oblivious to his pining, but that was okay. Deku assumed that Katsuki
wanted no more than to get off as well, so that's what role he was going to
play for him in order to keep him around.
If he had analyzed Katsuki's body language more he would have noticed that he
was ignoring him most of the day because he hadn't taken what Izuku told him
lightly. When he called him inconsiderate, he tried to do the thing he thought
to be the most considerate which was to leave Deku and Ochaco alone. Avoiding
him was keeping him from jumping his bones and putting him into a sexual
encounter that he couldn't refuse.
Katsuki was refusing to be moral support earlier, not because he wasn't
emotionally available, but because he was too emotionally invested in Izuku. He
knew that he would try to sway him into breaking up with his girlfriend and
that wouldn't have been fair to anyone. So he yelled and spat and did his best
to make Izuku want to ignore him back.
But still, after all of it, he had come to his room and sucked his cock all of
his own volition. Katsuki was so damn happy that he wanted to spend his free
time being intimate with him, but it all came crashing down when he realized
that he wasn't looking for a relationship with him. Izuku wanted to fuck and
that was final. No strings, no feelings, no love attached.
He made the rule about not fucking Ochaco and him in the same day for the sake
of his own sanity. Knowing that they were still together broke his perfect
illusion and reminded Katsuki furthermore that Deku wasn't entirely his. His
heart could barely take the sight of them walking around holding hands during
school hours, let alone the stench of their fucking still lingering on Izuku's
skin.
Katsuki was obsessed with Deku so he would take him any way he was served, even
if he knew it was wrong. 
***** Sick Boy *****
Chapter Summary
     He had Deku in the palm of his hand like putty, he could manipulate
     and contort his well built frame at his leisure, but that was nowhere
     near to what he really longed for. He thought that maybe if he fucked
     Deku enough then he would get tired of him or maybe his mind would
     settle for what he was allowed of him, but every single time it made
     him want more. It was starting to affect his day to day life, and
     that's when he knew he should've broken things off, but his obsession
     with the green boy was more powerful than his instinct for self-
     preservation.
     AKA Kacchan is L O S I N G it.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry that this update took so long! I have been working on other
     outlets of art, AKA music and sketching, and have been neglecting
     writing. Thank you for being so patient to everyone who was awaiting
     the next installment of this story, hope everyone enjoys it. Put on
     your Gucci shades so that these words can't hurt you (⌐■_■)
     (when texting, Izuku wll be italicized, and Katsuki will be bolded
     AND italicized, sorry if that segment gets confusing)
Izuku tried not to abuse his new relationship with Katsuki, he really did. He
promised that only on occasions when he truly couldn't stand his burning
desires would he call on him to take care of it. This worked at the beginning
but after a few short weeks Izuku could feel himself get increasingly more
desperate for those calloused hands and perfect teeth to rake over his body.
Even on days when he wasn't feeling particularly horny he would only have to
think of Kacchan for a moment before the cravings for him set in. Passing each
other in the halls of the dormitory, making eye contact in the cafeteria, even
just staring at the back of his head during homeroom was enough to make his
breathing come in short. His body was becoming conditioned into getting riled
up whenever Katsuki was near, and Izuku was finding it very inconvenient. That
is, until the man encompassing his thoughts solved his problem with his
intimate company. Then, Izuku found the whole situation kind of sexy.
Even though the guilt lingered, it was getting too easy for Izuku to get lost
in their late night escapades. Meeting in Kacchan's room to get each other off
made him feel like he was dreaming; the way that he would touch him was unreal,
the sensations he would subject him to were far too delightful. The post-coitus
haze so sublime that not even Kacchan's nasty attitude could taint it. However,
leaving his room and knowing that Ochaco was sleeping soundly across the hall
was enough to rip the sexy rug out from under his unfaithful feet. So these
secret meetings of theirs were a bit of a double-edged sword. Being closely
entwined with Kacchan made him feel elevated with lust, but doing the dirty
deeds in such close proximity to Ochaco's space made him feel like the most
despicable human being to ever walk the Earth. Everest highs, Marianas lows.
Some days memories of his wrongdoings would keep him up, and he would have to
attempt to remind himself that he was doing all of this to protect his
girlfriend from his gross libido. Of course, none of these thoughts helped at
all, so naturally he would instead clear his head by sending Katsuki a text
inviting him to invade his privacy. Tonight was no different.
Izuku laid on his back, legs spread, biting his wrist to stifle any sounds of
pleasure he made as he worked himself open. He knew that he was ultimately
going to succumb to his urges and ask Kacchan to have sex with him, so he
figured he would prepare himself beforehand to make things easier for the guy.
His back arched off of the mattress as he pressed into his sweet spot with
three of his fingers. Groaning and panting as he closed his eyes and imagined
it were Katsuki instead, uttering filth and approval about how much of a "good
little slut" he was. Nowhere in his right mind had it ever occurred to him that
insults in the form of a twisted praise could make him feel sensual, but now
that he was aware he couldn't get enough. As he pressed harder and faster into
his prostate he could feel his climax build up and even though he wanted to
finish himself off there in that moment, his yearning for the guy he had once
called a friend burned hotter that anything else.
Growing frustrated and impatient, he pulled his underwear back up and rolled
onto his side. Izuku reached for his phone and picked it up from the nightstand
next to his bed, turning it on to check the time. The light shined bright in
his face and his eyes scrunched up at the sudden glow of white, instead of the
near pitch black that they were once accustomed to. It was just after midnight
which meant that Kacchan would no doubt be asleep. It was risky to wake him up
on school nights, but it was Friday so technically speaking it was the weekend,
right? Nevertheless, Izuku sent him a message.
hey
His heart was hammering away in his chest, nervous from the possibilities of
the night. Kacchan might be furious and call just to swear at him, or he might
oblige Izuku's beckoning and have his way with him until they both pass out. A
full five minutes passed before his phone lit up. He immediately grabbed it and
opened it to view Kachhan's response, slightly embarrassed that he was so eager
to read it.
?
It was only a single symbol but it made Izuku grit his teeth in anticipation.
He hurriedly typed him back.
i can't sleep :/
Katsuki's replies came quicker now that he was conscious.
why is that my problem
because you're on my mind
ew dont b gay
okay but you literally have sex with guys and are a homosexual????
ya but i domt say stupid shit like that
you're mean :(
ur annoying lets say more obvious things this is such a meaningful conversation
Izuku huffed at Kacchan's rudeness. Even after they had been screwing each
other, and more often as of lately, he still continued on acting like Izuku was
an inconvenience. It's not that it bothered him too much, considering that he
had a girlfriend anyways so why should he get hung up on some guy that couldn't
care less about his well being? What was bothersome to him was that Kacchan
hadn't made any effort to at least pretendthat he enjoyed his companionship. He
felt that he was doing a pretty decent job at pleasing him when they got
together, so why couldn't he feign his appreciation once in a while? He sighed
and decided to get right to the point.
you feeling awake at all?
ya now that ur bothering me
disturbing my sleep
fuck u
precisely :)
then get up here before i fall asleep again im fuckin tired n impatiemt
i was sorta hoping you could come down here??
nah
why not???
i hear u got all those all might posters n shit
major boner killer
pleeeaaaaasssee we can just keep the lights off
WHY IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL TO U JUST SHUT UP N CMERE IM LOSIMG MY PATIENCE
IDK i guess i just feel bad being so close to Ochaco, okay?
He didn't want to have to mention her, because he knew that was Kacchan's
realboner killer, but it was true. It was starting to weigh on him and it
paranoid him to no end that Katsuki's room and Ochaco's room were so close.
When Kacchan didn't reply after another five minutes, Izuku figured that being
reminded that his girlfriend existed made him roll over and go back to sleep.
This was completely understandable but Izuku was already too stretched open and
restless to take no for an answer. He slipped on a pair of striped pajama pants
and made his way over to the door, mind set on heading to Kacchan's room. As he
opened it, he was surprised to find the blonde boy on the other side, hand
raised to knock on the piece of wood that was now missing from place.
Even though it was dark in his bedroom and in the halls he could still see the
shadows and edges of Katsuki's face, displaying a look that was stiff but
intrigued. When they made eye contact and when Katsuki moved his hand from the
empty air to rest on Izuku's cheek, his expression didn't falter. Kacchan's
cold eyes staring not-so-subtly at the shorter boy's lips froze his movements,
and his arm snaking around his waist literally kept him in place.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, voice husky from sleep. He pulled
Izuku's body flush against his own and took the opportunity to begin kissing
and nipping at his freckled neck.
"K-Kacchan," Izuku gasped, "The door is still open, let go." He tried to pull
away but to no avail.
Katsuki's grip on him tightened, "I asked you," he nipped at his flesh, gaining
a yelp from him, "a question."
Izuku whined, his skin heating up at the contact. He could feel his heart
pounding again. All of the blood began to rush to his nether regions, causing
his head to feel ten pounds lighter. He let it fall back as he forgot about his
previous complaints, "I was going to your room." His tone was breathy and
higher pitched than he would have liked it to be.
Katsuki chuckled on his throat and the warm air from his mouth sent shivers
down Izuku's spine, "Impatient, are we?" He pushed a hand down the back of
Izuku's pants and trailed a finger along his entrance. When he discovered the
slickness from the lubricant that Izuku had been using, he clicked his tongue,
"And wet! What have you been up to?" Before Izuku could properly react, Kacchan
had already slipped two digits into him.
"A-oh-AHHH," his moan came out broken and loud into the empty hallway. His
hands came up and he practically slapped himself in the face to cover his mouth
and prevent any more sounds from escaping.
Katsuki's fingers were set at an unrelenting pace, fast and hard and downright
euphoric. Why did it feel a thousand times better when someone else was doing
it? Katsuki steadied Izuku's body with one hand in between his shoulder blades
while the other rocked into him. He continued to lick at his nape and use his
hypnotic voice to whisper vulgar things into Izuku's ear.
The flurry of sensations assaulting him was too much, Izuku could feel himself
getting closer to the edge, "Kacchan wait, wait, slow down," he whimpered,
bringing hands up to pull on his blonde spikes to hopefully alleviate some of
the pressure building up in the core of his body.
"You were so thirsty a moment ago, why the change in heart?" Katsuki asked,
adding a third finger to join in on the insertion.
"B-b-because- ah- oh.." Izuku's eyes closed tightly and he bit his lower lip,
the heat was pooling in his abdomen and it took everything in his power to not
chase that prickling feeling, "I-I want you, Kacchan." he finally stammered.
Katsuki's movements slowed and he adjusted himself so that he could be looking
down at Izuku, "Open your eyes." he commanded.
Izuku obeyed.
Katsuki's hand that was steadying him moved to palm at Izuku's groin. As his
member stiffened under Kacchan's touch, his groans only got louder, "Stop- ah-
the door is still- oh- Kacchan, wait!"
Katsuki stripped away Izuku's pants and underwear as he sank down to rest on
his knees, maintaining the slow rhythm of his hand inside of the trembling boy,
"I want you to beg, Deku," he swept his tongue underneath Izuku's hardening
length and for a second he sucked at the tip, Izuku hissed, "Beg for my cock
and I'll close this door and give it to you." He wrapped his hand around the
base and began to stroke him in tune with his thrusting fingers.
Izuku raked his hands through Katsuki's hair, "Uh-um- Please, Kacchan. Give it
to me, please."
Katsuki shook his head, "You're bad at this. Can't even be my bitch correctly,"
he licked a bead of pre-cum off of Izuku's head, "good-for-nothing, Deku," he
breathed onto his cock before taking in half of its length into his mouth and
bobbing down on it.
Izuku sighed shakily, he couldn't focus on anything for more than a second
before he lost his train of thought and was launched back into the overwhelming
abyss of sex that was happening to him. Kacchan's fingers prodding at his
sensitive bundle of nerves made his legs twitch uncontrollably, his tongue was
hot and velvety against his throbbing cock, the image of Kacchan on his knees
with his mouth stretched open for him was just delicious, and above all else
the door was open to anyone who might stumble upon them; it was all too
overwhelming. His orgasm ripped through him before he knew it was coming. His
jaw was agape in a quiet scream while the rest of his body shuddered. Katsuki's
actions slowed, his fingers pushing and pulling more gently, his mouth sucking
softly at the tip of his penis, tongue lapping up the last of his semen, hands
neatly tucking Izuku back into his pants and tenderly leading him back onto his
bed to sit. It was over as quickly as it had began. Izuku closed his eyes and
waited for a kiss that never came.
When he opened his eyes to question him, Katsuki was already gone. The door was
still wide open and the muted sound of the elevator chugging back up to the
fourth floor was almost deafening in the sudden silence. The only thing he
could really hear clearly was his heart pumping blood back into his system
tenfold as he came down from his climax. After a couple of sobering minutes he
stood up to close the door and crawl back into bed. As he drifted off he almost
began to wonder why Kacchan had left without receiving reciprocated treatment
but decided to write it off as exhaustion; he did say he was tired after all.
But still, why go through all of the trouble? Despite feeling nothing but
sexual attraction for Katsuki, Izuku felt odd about letting him leave without
at least making out for a little bit. The nature of their relationship was
purely physical, so what was Kacchan's benefit if he didn't get off as well?
Izuku tried not to worry about it, thinking that maybe Kacchan was having
difficulties sleeping that night too and just needed something to do to pass
the time. And for a moment he wondered if inviting him to stay the night would
have been helpful at all. He immediately laughed at this as soon as the thought
crossed his mind, knowing that the Katsuki he knew would have hit him in the
back of the head for suggesting such a preposterous thing. Falling asleep
comfortably next to someone he had just had sex with? Kacchan wasn't capable of
such domestic things.
 
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Katsuki never did fall back asleep that night.
He couldn't get Izuku out of his head and the way he moved against him, so
sensual and needy and not his. Katsuki was more than ready to jump into his bed
and fucking wreck him, but after he mentioned Ochaco all of the passion had
leaked out of him. Deflating his perfect illusion and forcing him to remember
that this boy, a boy who was frustratingly gorgeous and twice as smart as he
was pretty, had no other interest in him that didn't involve his private parts.
Although Katsuki wasn't feeling the heat anymore, he couldn't bring himself to
deny Izuku, so he wound up going to his room anyways. Defeated and heartbroken,
he laid in bed and stared at nothing in particular, mostly trying to organize
his thoughts.
He had Deku in the palm of his hand like putty, he could manipulate and contort
his well built frame at his leisure, but that was nowhere near to what he
really longed for. He thought that maybe if he fucked Deku enough then he would
get tired of him or maybe his mind would settle for what he was allowed of him,
but every single time it made Katsuki want more. It was starting to affect his
day to day life, and that's when he knew he should've broken things off, but
his obsession with the green boy was more powerful than his instinct for self-
preservation. This was supposed to be making him feel more fulfillednot more
empty. He was supposed to feel content with any kind of attention from his
beloved but to be honest his new relationship with Deku was starting to make
him feel like he was even farther out of his reach. It wasn't going as he had
hoped at all.
Not to mention, the guilt. Truth be told, he wasn't the biggest fan of Izuku's
perfect specimen of a girlfriend, but he did respect her as a competitor in
battle and as a strong up-and-coming hero. Nowhere near Katsuki's own level of
power, but she really was something. And she hadn't really done anything to
harm Katsuki, other than of course stealing away the affection of the only
person he had come to feel emotions for, but that wasn't something that she
could control and definitely wasn't anything that she was aware of. She was
down to earth, a real sweetheart. Kind without expecting anything in return,
and always ready to put her neck on the line to help someone out. Katsuki
actually admired some parts of her, as much as it pained him to admit, which
made this entire shit storm that he had gotten himself into that much worse.Why
couldn't Ochaco have been some unlikable bitch? Why did she have to be so
great?
Ah, right. Because the person that Deku falls in love with has to be someone as
beautiful and heartwarming as he, himself, is, rather than as temperamental and
prone to violence as Katsuki is. Wallowing in his self-hatred, he hadn't
realized how early in the morning it had become. His phone read "4:56" which
meant that today was going to be long and torturous. He groaned as he sat up
from his bed and did some stretching. He was going to skip working out today,
his body didn't get enough resting to be able to adequately hold himself up
after his usual routine. Of course, the moment he yawns and is ready for bed is
when it's too late to even consider taking a nap. He was going to need some
coffee in his veins, stat.
He was the first in the kitchen, as per usual. Deku always showed up after he
had already brewed enough coffee for the two of them. This morning, though, he
brewed an entire pot, knowing that he was going to put some into a thermos to
have to jump start him for his classes later. He leaned against one of the
counter tops as he blew on his fresh coffee, trying to cool it down as his mind
wandered to Izuku who had just walked in. He was sporting his usual pajamas
covered by his green robe that he wore because he got so cold so damn easily.
He stopped in the doorway and bit at his bottom lip as if to contemplate
something.
Katsuki was impatient just looking at him, "Spit it out, nerd."
Izuku finally made eye contact with him. He pushed a couple of stray curls out
from in front of his face and hesitantly walked over to where Katsuki was
standing. He fidgeted with his hands before leaning up to kiss the corner of
Katsuki's mouth, it was quick and probably meant nothing but it was the most
domestic thing that had happened between the two of them, which definitely took
him by surprise. He could feel an unwarranted blush rush to his face. When
Izuku took a step back, Katsuki looked back at him with wide eyes.
"Thanks, for-uh- for last night. And-uh, um- sorry that you didn't- uh," he
began.
Katsuki stopped him before his awkward mess of words got too jumbled, "No
problem." he said. His tone was gentle and he couldn't stop staring at Izuku's
soft pink lips. All of his actions were involuntary, and if he wasn't more
careful then Deku would be able to deduce that Katsuki was in love with him,
and he had no game plan on how to react if he ever did. Izuku gave him a sweet
smile and walked around him to make his way to the furthest corner of the room
where the coffee machine was. While he grabbed himself a mug and poured himself
something to drink, Katsuki wondered if telling him was such a bad idea? Maybe
if he came clean they could clear the air and start over? He could stop
sleeping with Izuku until he made up his mind about who he truly wanted to be
with and eventually he would pick Katsuki and they could stop ruining Ochaco's
life and people would stop murdering each other and world peace would be
obtained and no child would ever go hungry again and everything would be
perfect.
He opened his mouth to say something disgusting that he knew would make Izuku
cringe like how bitter his cum had tasted, but promptly shut his gaping maw
because his wonderful girlfriend who could do no wrong waltzed into the room,
yawning through a big adorable smile, "Deku-kun, good morning!" she said, arms
stretched wide into the air.
Once she closed her mouth she looked over to Katsuki in confusion as she made
her way over to her boyfriend who was happily grinning at the sight of her.
Deku embraced her and nuzzled his nose into her hair while she still looked
over at him, "Good morning! I didn't know you'd be in here so early, too." she
rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and hugged Izuku back, resting the side of her
head on his chest.
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be? I'm here every day this early. What's weird is you
being here." Katsuki grumbled, closing both of his hands around his hot
beverage to feel the warmth seep into his palms.
"Deku-kun talks about waking up at five and getting coffee started everyday, so
I thought I would get up too and surprise him. But I'm surprised he's never
mentioned you being donw here too." she said. Katsuki knew that she hadn't
meant for it to be hurtful but for some reason it stung anyways. Him and Izuku
see each other and talk almost every morning and he hasn't ever once said
anything about it? Is his presence really thatunimportant? He took a deep
breath to calm his volatile nerves and looked towards Deku, who was all too
encompassed by round-face to even give a shit that what she said had offended
him. When Deku didn't even bother to look his way, Katsuki's jaw tightened. He
didn't concern himself with how hot his coffee was, instead he tilted the mug
vertically and chugged down the searing beverage, now his only goal was to get
out of this kitchen as fast as possible.
"Kacchan slow down, that looks like it's burning!" Ochaco cried.
Katsuki exhaled once he finished his drink and wiped the back of his hand
across his mouth, cleaning up the trails of coffee from the edges of his face,
"Don't fucking call me that." he said as he stomped over to their tangled
bodies to gain access to the sink.
"Then how should I regard you?" she asked, giggling at her fancy choice of
words.
Katsuki didn't bother to rinse his cup, instead set it down harshly and whipped
a pointed finger close to Ochaco's face, "Don't regard me, period. Don't speak
of me, don't look at me, don't even fucking think of me."
He stormed out before he could hear their reactions, knowing that it was
probably eye rolling and teasing. When he got back into the elevator he pressed
his hands into his eyes, cursing himself for allowing any tears to ever get so
close to the surface. He hated how Izuku made him feel. How could one person
make him want to be a better person and at the same time make him want to curl
up in a ball and do nothing all day? Katsuki wanted to hold his hand and tell
him how much he meant to him, but also he wanted to punch him in his gorgeous
face and yell at him for being so oblivious.
When he had finally gained his composure he groaned, now realizing that he
hadn't filled a thermos with the leftover coffee and brought it with him to
consume when he needed it. He slumped against the wall and dreaded the thought
of walking back into that room to see them loving each other in that sticky
sweet way that they do. No amount of coffee was going to erase those images, so
he decided he could live without it.
 
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His throat burned and he was tired. Turns out drinking a beverage that is close
to boiling isn't a good idea and can give you first degree burns on your throat
for the day that make it uncomfortable to breathe and difficult to speak. Fuck
his shitty temper sometimes.
Luckily, Katsuki made it through the first half of the day without having to
utter a single word. Most of the time he greets people with grunts and hissing
anyways, so naturally no one noticed any change. He was even able to fake his
way through hero training and All Might's lesson about cooperation and all that
stuff that Katsuki considered irrelevant, doing as he always did by paving his
way to a solution with his fiery blasts.
His team, consisting of himself and Kirishima, performed second to last. Having
seen the others compete against each other he was able to devise a strategy for
the game that they were forced to play, which was a standard version of "King
of the Mountain." There was an elevated point on the terrain that they had to
be at by the end of the 10 minute timer, and not just one of them, it had to be
both team mates. Meaning that it was a rowdy as fuck free-for-all of teens
clashing and trying to maintain their positions but being ultimately pushed off
by one another. To make matters worse the game was held within U.S.J. in the
downpour zone with the simulation set to the heaviest of rains. It made their
costumes uncomfortable and their hair heavy and their voices all got lost in
the overwhelming torrent of rain that fell down around them. The designated
target was atop a three story building in the middle of the model city, nothing
special about it other than the title it was given.
Katsuki and Kirishima were put up against Aoyama and Mineta, so their job was
easy. Before the other team was able to get to the "mountain" the two of them
swarmed, forcing them to engage in battle. It took a small bit of coordination
but they were able to get Mineta to throw his balls towards Katsuki and at the
last moment Kirishima grabbed Aoyama to use as a shield to take the blunt of
the assault. Once the balls were stuck onto him, Kirishima threw Aoyama against
the wall of a nearby building, sticking him to it. Once he was dealt with, all
it took to subdue Mineta was a little intimidation. Needless to say, they won
the exercise.
Honestly the whole thing was a waste of time to Katsuki. All it did was get him
soaked and more pissed off. They made their way back to the central plaza where
some of the other students were. Most of them had showered and gotten clean
from fighting around in the dirt and precipitation, and at first he wasn't
planning to do the dame. The only reason he decided to duck out and skip the
remainder of the class was because the next teams to compete were Tokoyami and
Todoroki, and Deku and his girlfriend. He tried to watch and observe, gave it
his best effort, but the way that they looked at each other made his eyes burn.
He wasn't interested in watching them be perfectly in sync with one another, so
he couldn't get out of there fast enough.
He and Kirishima were alone in the locker room, so when the red-head asked him
why he wasn't so talkative that day, he didn't mind explaining his situation a
bit. He sat on the bench with a towel around his waist and made an effort to
say some words. When he tried to speak at his normal volume the best sounds
that he could get out were voice cracks and painful squeaks.
Kirishima looked down at him dumbfounded. He sat next to him on the bench,
already back in his uniform, "I'm sorry, what?" he said, there was a smirk
forming on his lips.
Katsuki's face blushed with rage. He cleared his throat and attempted a whisper
which thankfully was a success. Kirishima had to lean in closely to hear him.
Katsuki gritted his teeth and quietly said in his ear, "I burnt my throat."
"What did you even do to cause that? How does that even happen to someone? Who
gets burned in their
throat
?" Kirishima asked, cackling in between questions.
Katsuki opened his mouth to bark something back about how annoying his
pestering was getting but the only noises that left him were cracks from his
damaged chords. At this, Kirishima only laughed harder, and Katsuki's face
flushed furiously with anger. He should have been grateful that Katsuki
considered him a friend (not that he would ever really admit to that) because
otherwise he would have been face down bleeding out on the linoleum floor with
the first sign of laughter.
Kirishima wiped a joyful tear from under his eye, "No, bro, seriously. What the
hell did you do?" He leaned in again so that Katsuki could be heard.
"I drank my hot coffee a little too fast, okay? It happens to-"
Before he could finish his sentence Kirishima was laughing again, "That is so
stupid!"
"How is it stupid? Fuck off!" he was able to say after Kirishima had calmed
down again.
"Because it doesn't make any sense. Even you aren't that impatient and angry.
There's gotta be more to it. What really happened?"
Katsuki shuffled a bit. Some part of him wanted to vent and have someone to
confide in, but the other part of him was Katsuki Bakugou. He settled for
halfway, an ambiguous explanation, "I just didn't want to spend any more time
in the kitchen than I had to."
Kirishima nodded, his head coming closer to Katsuki's so that his friend didn't
have to stress his throat's current limits so much, "Ah, right. You've said
before that Midoriya is usually up as early as you, so you probably ran into
him."
"Yeah, it wasn't just him, though." It came out by accident, he punched
Kirishima in the arm, "Hey, dick, quit trying to pick my brain."
He rubbed his bicep in the afflicted area, his big toothy grin still shining on
his face, "Fine, I'll leave it alone. But only because you asked so nicely."
Katsuki scoffed, even though he didn't seem fond of Kirishima, he was glad to
have him around. He took the edge off of stressful things because being around
him required so much effort that Katsuki never had extra brain energy to let
his mind wander.
Both of them probably didn't realize how close they were sitting and how
centimeters away their faces were until Izuku walked in.
He was wet and covered in mud on one half of his body. Katsuki jumped back and
away from his friend as if they had been caught doing something compromising,
Izuku's face read as if he had the same thing on his mind. Kirishima was the
only one in the room unaffected.
"Hey," he started, getting up from the bench, "how did your run go?"
Izuku blinked a few times, staring between the two boys like he was processing
the scene still, "Oh, uh- um- we sort of lost."
Kirishima made an exaggerated gesture by putting his hands up to his face,
"What? I should be surprised! You and Uraraka make such a great team, but then
again you guys were up against some pretty tough fighters."
Deku still looked distracted, "Uh-huh. Yeah, we ended up having differing
strategies so it all kinda fell apart." He stared blankly back at Katsuki.
Kirishima was all the same failing to read the room, which worked out well for
the other two stuck with him, "Ah, damn. Well, it happens to the best of us."
he started to make his way out. In passing Izuku he mentioned some notes on the
power levels of Todoroki and Tokoyami, then said goodbye to them both and left
the area.
Katsuki stood to get dressed now that he had completely air-dried, Izuku moved
to his locker and began stripping off his dirty hero costume.
"What were you guys up to?" he asked, not even trying to be subtle.
Katsuki pulled his pants and underwear on altogether, then began fastening his
belt loosely. He didn't answer because he couldn't really, not without getting
close and whispering to him too. When the response never came Izuku stared at
him suspiciously to which Katsuki just shrugged. His throat was hoarse and he
didn't have the energy to clarify the misunderstanding. He was hoping that Deku
could put the pieces together on his own and deduce that they had only been
talking. And even if he did end up getting the wrong idea it didn't matter
much; he didn't really have room to lecture Katsuki about infidelity.
"Hm." was the last thing Izuku said to him. He had finished getting dressed and
was already walking out before Deku could question him further.
 
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Izuku didn't know why it bothered him, it just did.
While he showered, he thought about the scene that had just played out. The
image of the two spikey-haired boys sitting so close and speaking so quietly to
each other burned itself onto the back of his eyelids. When he had walked in
they hadn't been kissing, but they might as well have been. Also what if they
were before he had arrived? What if they had been this whole time? Katsuki was
definitely allowed to seek company from other people, but Izuku thought he was
doing a well enough job of keeping him physically satisfied. Maybe that was why
he hadn't asked for him to return the favor the night prior? Maybe he was
planning on switching Izuku out for a shinier model?
He shouldn't care, really. It wasn't his business because Kacchan wasn't his
boyfriend. At the end of the day his heart belonged to Ochaco, and he was happy
enough being with her. But why was he so damn pissed?
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