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The last thing Katsuki expects when he walks into the strip club, dragged along by Kiri and Sero, is to see his childhood friend/victim up on the stage, looking like the embodiment of grace as he twirls around a pole.

The alpha blinks three times, willing his eyes to stop deceiving him, but no - that’s definitely Deku.

With a decidedly new fat ass, thick thighs, and lean abs, his face still deceivingly innocent with those round eyes and freckles.

He’s clearly the star of the show, the crowd’s eyes collectively honed in on the way he moves to the pulse of the music, his hips swaying as he lands and jiggles his ass around teasingly.

“Goddamn,” Kirishima says, nudging Katsuki on the shoulder. “Imma need a drink for this.”

It’s a high-end strip club in Musutafu’s nicest district, and the place is borderline /too/ clean - Katsuki feels kind of bad about wearing his ratty old loafers, imagining the scuff marks he’s leaving on the pristine floor.

He downs a Moscow mule while keeping his eyes laser-focused on Deku, ignoring the handful of people who stop and try to chat him up - being the number two hero has its downfalls.

The omega is moving his ass up and down the pole, clearly aware of his money-making asset.

He has a handful of hundred dollar bills stuffed in his skimpy panties already, his fluffy hair bouncing as he leans down to pick up more, his button nose scrunching up with a cute (fake) smile when some well-dressed patron says something obscene.

“Fuck, I’d pay good money for a night with that slut,” some alpha sitting at the bar murmurs to his friend, and Katsuki feels a sudden, burning jealousy.

Which - why? Because Deku used to look at /him/ with stars in his eyes, and now it’s the other way around?

Because some random fucking loser thinks he can stake claim on the omega who used to follow him around like a lost puppy by waving around a few bills?

Before he can think twice, Katsuki orders a shot of Cognac and throws it down with a wince.

“Be right back,” he says to Kiri and Sero, who are just as entranced as they sip their drinks.

He weaves through the crowd until he’s at the base of the dimly lit neon stage, throwing a few hundreds to the guy sitting in the best seat until he gets the message, leaving.

There are also /perks/ to being a sensationalized pro hero, to be sure.

He watches Deku intently as he dips and twirls, their close proximity making his heart skip a beat.

If middle school Katsuki could see himself now - sporting a half-chub over /Deku/.

The moment their eyes meet is straight out of a movie - Deku’s eyes are scanning over the crowd, and he does a comical double-take when he sees Katsuki in the front row, his eyes blown wide in surprise and his lips parted slightly, his whole face looking unfairly debauched.

But the show must go on - and as soon as Izuku makes his way close enough, Katsuki throws him a few grand worth of hundreds, reveling in the way Izuku blinks rapidly at the money.

That smooth, seductive look takes over again after that, and Izuku looks back at him in a shockingly shy way as he goes back to grinding on the pole, his thigh-high socks accentuating those muscular legs.

As soon as he’s sure his presence has been noted, Katsuki returns to Kiri and Sero, the two of them hooting and hollering at him.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” Sero snorts, clapping him on the shoulder.

Katsuki just shrugs. “He’s hot as fuck.”

“Mhmm,” Kirishima says, watching the stage with heart-eyes, and Katsuki kind of has the urge to push him over, but he reminds himself that Deku is just someone he used to bully - he has no type of claim over the omega, as much as he wishes he did.

Hell - Izuku would probably laugh in his face if Katsuki fucking Bakugou propositioned him, because no matter how much hero worship he holds in his tight little body, the words Katsuki had said to him in the past are borderline unforgivable.

Cw: intersex omegas

Fuck, but Katsuki can’t help but imagine having him in bed, moaning and squirming under him as he pounds his chubby little pussy - Katsuki can see the outline of it and his little dick through those thin panties.

It may be wishful thinking, but Izuku’s eyes don’t seem to leave Katsuki for the rest of the night, even as he leans down lewdly to pick up money, his ass in the air.

Katsuki catches his eye and winks, his insides fluttering at the little blush that blooms on Izuku’s cheeks, barely visible in the glowing blue and pink lights.

“Fuck yeah, we’re coming here every goddamn weekend,” Sero declares, his own eyes glued on a tall female omega sauntering onto the stage to dance next to Izuku.

“I think I’m in love with both of ‘em,” Kirishima sighs, watching them move.

Katsuki barely even notices the other dancer, his eyes pulled to Izuku like a goddamn magnet even when they begin to play off of each other, hooking their legs together as they work themselves on the poles.

Before Katsuki can really work up a game plan on how to talk to Deku, the omega is walking off stage with a cute little wave, the crowd dispersing a bit as he walks backstage.

Nearly an hour of drinking and shooting the shit passes, and Izuku doesn’t come back out.

Katsuki had been holding onto the hope that he’d just been on break, but no.

He leaves the place feeling somewhat disappointed, already looking forward to the next time he sees Deku.

TBC

Two weeks pass before Katsuki finds himself back at the swanky club, watching Izuku sway on stage wearing bunny ears and a tail, playing up the whole innocence schtick.

It’s definitely not wishful thinking on Katsuki’s part this time - Izuku watches him nearly the whole night, making sure the alpha gets all the best angles as he dances.

He moves perfectly to the pulse of the music, his hips swaying back and forth hypnotically.

Nothing else in the room matters - not the other dancers, not the neon lights, and certainly not the drink in Katsuki’s hand.

/You’ll never be my hometown girl./

Their eyes meet just as that line sounds from the speakers, and Izuku dips low, blowing a kiss Katsuki’s way where he’s relaxing in the comfy VIP section with Kiri and Sero.

Katsuki throws a few more thousand Izuku’s way, and someone whistles when the omega shimmies down from the stage and straddles Katsuki, his arms resting on the hero’s strong shoulders.

The alpha is frozen in shock as Deku leans in, his breath hot against the shell of his ear.

“It’s a pleasure, /Dynamight/,” Izuku purrs, rolling his hips against Katsuki’s obvious erection. “Or should I still call you Kacchan?”

“Fuck, Deku,” Katsuki growls back, his hands gripping at Izuku’s ass, helping him grind back and forth. “Where’d all this ass come from?”

“It’s called puberty - and hip thrusts,” Izuku teases. “Where’d all these muscles come from, hmm?” He rubs his hands lightly along Katsuki’s bulging biceps and chiseled little waist, his touch teasing and soft.

“Being a pro hero does that to ya,” Katsuki groans, hips jerking against his will. Fuck - it’s like Deku put a spell on him or some shit.

“God, I’d sit on your face in a heartbeat,” Izuku purrs. “Have that mouth that used to put me down, tonguing my pussy.”

Katsuki’s grip tightens. “Fuck, Deku - I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to think -“

Izuku just lifts a finger to Katsuki’s lips and continues grinding. “It’s okay, Kacchan. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Even with the people around them, it’s like the two of them are in their own personal bubble, the music drowning out their words - to anyone else, it looks like Izuku had just taken an interest in the famous hero in their midsts.

“Well then,” Katsuki murmurs against his ear, nearly groaning at the way Deku shivers at the feeling. “I’d gladly atone for my sins with my mouth, baby.”

Izuku moans softly, and Katsuki can /feel/ the way his pussy flutters in arousal through those panties.

“I’d need more than that,” the omega coos, pointedly grinding down against Katsuki’s erection. “Maybe I wanna hold you down and ride your cock until you’re sobbing and overstimulated, hm?”

Katsuki snorts. “If anyone’s gonna be crying, it’s gonna be you, Deku.”

“Big talk,” Izuku purrs. “Maybe you’re just one of those alphas with a big dick who doesn’t know how to use it?”

“You’re sadly mistaken,” Katsuki promises. “I’d have you moaning on my cock all night.”

“That’s what they all say,” Izuku teases, and those words send a burning flame of jealousy through Katsuki’s veins, his teeth gritting.

“Sounds like your taste in alpha’s isn’t up to par,” Katsuki shoots back, groping his bare ass.

Izuku shudders, forcing himself up after a few minutes because he can’t exactly give all his attention to one customer all night, as much as he wishes he could.

“Obviously not,” he chirps, sauntering back on stage with a wink.

“I think he likes you, dude,” Sero says as they exit the joint later that night.

“They’re paid to act like they like you, dumbass,” Katsuki chuckles, but he knows this is different - but it feels like his and Izuku’s little secret, one he doesn’t plan on sharing just yet.

“Nah,” Kiri chimes in. “The guy had literal hearts in his eyes looking at you!”

Katsuki smirks to himself, his stomach in nervous knots as he makes his way home, lying in bed with thoughts of Deku dancing in his head.

He gets up after a few minutes, slipping out of his jeans to throw on some sleep sweats, only to see a little white slip in his pocket as the jeans drop to the floor.

His heart is in his throat as he picks it up, unfolding the note.

/Text me sometime :) xxx-xxx-xxxx - Deku/

Katsuki’s chest flutters at the same time his dick throbs.

Deku’s gonna be the death of him.

TBC

“So let me get this straight - you used to go to school with stripper with the fat ass?” Kirishima asks, his mouth full of fries.

“First of all, chew, dumbass,” Katsuki groans. “Second of all - not only fuckin’ that. I used to bully the fuck out of him.”

“Oooof,” Kiri says. “And he gave you his number?”

“Glad you have the cognitive ability to repeat everything I just told you.”

“Listen dude, I’m just shocked!” Kiri defends. “What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Katsuki grumbles. “Text him, I guess? I’m assuming he wants to fuck.”

“Obviously - but the question is /why/? Dude must have a serious degradation kink -“

“Not helping,” Katsuki interrupts.

——

Katsuki watches Izuku dance from the back of the room - this time, he’s alone, his hand gripping his drink tightly as he watches randos getting much too close for comfort.

He has to remind himself that this is Izuku’s job, albeit petulantly.

He’s impatiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight, so Izuku’s shift can be over and they can go out for drinks as planned.

They’d figured out early on in their texting that they’re both busy as hell, and if one’s off, it usually means the other’s working.

And so, they compromised - what’s a little late night hangout?

It feels like the night drags on forever, but eventually Izuku is sliding into the passenger seat of his McLaren, changed into a comfortable-looking pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt.

“Sorry I look like shit,” Izuku says with a blush. “This is all I had in my locker…”

“You look cute as fuck,” Katsuki shrugs, immediately letting his intentions be known, because there’s always the chance Izuku wasn’t aware, as much as they’ve been flirting.

“Says you, all fancy in a button down and fitted slacks,” Izuku snorts, laughing a bit. “Mr. Pro Hero.”

Katsuki smirks.

They end up at a high-end hotel bar, catching up and shooting the shit.

“So you’re studying engineering?” Katsuki asks with a quirked brow, impressed.

“Y-yeah,” Izuku confirms, blushing. “It’s the best way to get into hero support tech! I’m working on a project right now, and we’re developing a material that absorbs kinetic energy -“

Katsuki leans against the bar from his seat, resting his cheek on his palm as he watches Izuku talk animatedly about his goals, a sparkle of excitement in his green eyes.

“- and then my professor said it was the best hypothesis paper he’s ever read, can you believe it?”

“You’re so beautiful when you talk about shit you love,” Katsuki says, not even thinking about the words before he says them.

Izuku nearly spits out his drink, swallowing with a audible gulp. “T-thanks,” he says, blushing. “It’s strange - but nice - to hear that from you…”

“Fuck, I know,” Katsuki says, running a hand over his mouth. “I was a little shit, okay? You didn’t deserve any of it. I’m sorry.”

“You just love assuming the meaning behind my words, don’t you know?” Izuku asks gently. “I just meant… you. Dynamight. #2 hero?”

“Oh,” Katsuki says dumbly. “My, uh… my point still stands. Would you believe me if I told you I had a crush on you in middle school?”

Izuku raises an eyebrow, giggling. “You had an odd way of showing it.”

“Emotional constipation and dumbassery will do that to a kid.”

“At least you can admit it,” Izuku teases. “Most can’t.”

“Most people are fuckin’ trash,” Katsuki points out. “We’re on a floating rock in space, goddamn. Admit your flaws.”

“Profound,” Izuku says with a nod. “Who knew Dynamight was such a existentialist?”

“You don’t have to call me that,” Katsuki jokes. “Kacchan’s fine.”

“It just makes it feel more real, or something. That we’re having drinks together right now.”

“God, you a hero worshipper?” Katsuki smirks. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

“I might have a shrine dedicated to you at home…” Izuku says, his blush extending down his neck. “But I digress.”

“Good to know I have a cute ‘lil fanboy,” Katsuki says, taking another swig of his drink. “So - you wanna show me?”

Izuku squeaks. “M-my place is a total mess! You probably live in a fancy high-rise, you don’t wanna see my apartment…”

“I’m tired of modern decor and suffocating cleanliness,” Katsuki says with a shrug. “Plus, the idea of bending you over own bed sounds pretty nice.”

“Oh my god,” Izuku says, covering his face in embarrassment, and Katsuki inwardly laughs at Izuku acting like a blushing virgin.

Katsuki foots their bill and guides Izuku out of the bar with a hand around his waist, opening the passenger side of his ride like his intentions are even close to gentlemanly.

“Give me the address, nerd,” he says, sliding into the driver’s seat.

Katsuki doesn’t notice the way Izuku’s leg bounces with both excitement and nerves.

After all, he doesn’t know Izuku’s a hopeless romantic of a virgin.

TBC

Izuku’s apartment isn’t nearly as bad as Katsuki had expected - it’s full of plants and has a fairy-like aesthetic, with twinkling lights strung about. It’s a bit messy, sure, but more so in the typical college student way - calculus books stacked on the table, papers strewn.

“I was expecting a shithole,” Katsuki teases, picking up a book titled ‘Statics and Mechanics of Materials’.

“I bet it is, compared to your place,” Izuku giggles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Having /Dynamight/ in his apartment is nerve-wracking enough, but the fact that he’s here to fuck him has Izuku feeling lightheaded.

He wants it, he really does, but what if it’s obvious that he’s inexperienced? What if Kacchan laughs at him?

Sure, he’s sucked a few dicks here and there, but his pussy’s completely untouched, aside from his dildos and fingers.

“My apartment barely feels like home,” Katsuki shrugs. “Housekeeper cleans it everyday, the furniture’s obnoxiously sleek. Kinda hate it.”

“Why don’t you make it your own?” Izuku asks, playing with his hands. “I could help you decorate, if you want…”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow. “So you plan on keeping me around after tonight?”

Izuku laughs. “Depends on how good you are, I guess,” he purrs, slipping into his work persona.

“Yeah?” Katsuki says, his voice low as he walks over, and oh god, Izuku is just now realizing how much /taller/ Katsuki is than him now.

The omega doesn’t really have time to overthink it before Katsuki is lifting him effortlessly, coaxing him to wrap his thick thighs around his small waist.

Izuku grabs onto Katsuki’s broad shoulders for purchase, blushing as they lean in to let their lips meet.

It turns into something more pretty fast - tongues working against each other, Katsuki squeezing roughly at his ass, and Izuku’s mind is warring between ecstasy and total, utter terror.

“M-my room’s down the hall,” Izuku pants against his lips when they break apart for a moment.

“Say less,” Katsuki laughs, leaning in to kiss him again as he walks them down the hall.

Izuku’s bed is plush, and he sinks into it with a purr when Katsuki puts him down, making sure the omega is watching before he pulls his shirt over his head effortlessly.

“Your entire existence is unfair,” Izuku whines, biting his lip as the alpha crawls over top of him and reclaims his lips like he can’t get enough of him.

“I’m yours for the night, baby,” Katsuki breathes against him, and Izuku is gone.

Ever since he knew what love was, knew what sex was - he’s always defaulted to Kacchan when he thought of those things, both romantic and sexual alike. The alpha’s sharp tongue, his bold gaze, his smoky scent.

When the blond left for UA, Izuku had felt an awful sense of jealousy and /abandonment/, and he’d watched the explosive hero take the world by storm from the confines of his house and ordinary school.

So hearing those words - after years of pining - is like a punch to the gut.

Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? Just a night. Simple and fleeting. Nothing more. Maybe they’ll never see each other again after tonight.

Izuku hates how emotional he’s always been, and he wants to bury his face in the ground when his eyes start to sting.

He lets out a hiccup-y sob and his face crumbles, and Katsuki’s own turns to a look of panic.

“W-what’s wrong?” The alpha asks gently, leaning up to give him space. “Did I do something wrong? Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Izuku assures him, babbling a bit. “I-I just, I’m stupid and emotional! You used to call me a crybaby, remember?”

“S-shit,” Katsuki curses. “Fuck, this was so out of line of me. Fuck.”

Izuku wants to slap himself, because here he is ruining the night. His one chance of having Katsuki the way he wants him, and he’s ruining it.

Thanks, universe.

“Stop saying that,” Izuku breathes. “Please. I want this, I want you. It’s just…”

Katsuki looks up from where he’s withdrawn to the end of the bed, looking upset himself.

“I don’t understand, then,” the alpha says cautiously, tilting his head like a confused dog, and Izuku really needs him to stop being so goddamn kissable.

“I -,” Izuku starts, taking a deep breath. “I’m a virgin. Yeah, laugh all you want.” He wipes his eyes. “A-and the idea of this being a one night thing is… not what I wanted. Or hoped for. I know, I’m stupid. You’re, well… you. And I’m just me.”

Katsuki’s eyes widen and he’s crawling back up the bed to kiss Izuku’s forehead gently.

“Fuck, dumbass - those words were just sex talk. Like ‘I’m yours to do whatever you want with for the night’ type of shit,” he laughs breathily.

“I planned on takin’ you out for dinner this weekend, if you’d agree. I… I actually didn’t know if you would be okay with this being more than a one night thing. But hell, we don’t have to do /shit/ tonight, baby. Let me court you properly, let me -“

“No,” Izuku interrupts. “I want you to fuck me like you said you would.” His tears dry up, and he gains his sparkle back a bit, because Katsuki /wants him too/, and that changes everything. “And then I want you to court me.”

Katsuki just looks down at him for a second before Izuku surges up and recaptures his lips, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s neck to pull him in deeper.

“Aren’t you supposed to ‘atone for your sins using your mouth’, or something?” Izuku murmurs teasingly.

Katsuki groans. “You’re a little minx for a virgin, you know that?”

“It’s kinda needed, for my line of work,” Izuku says sheepishly. “Gotta act like you actually want your customers around.”

“Mm, I’m glad it wasn’t an act for me,” Katsuki says gently, pecking his lips.

“It’s always been genuine for you,” Izuku says sincerely.

TBC

“I want you to sit that ass on my face,” Katsuki says, effectively ending whatever sappy bullshit they were on.

Izuku’s mouth closes with an audible click, and he nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, yes, uh-huh.”

Katsuki lays back on his bed, looking entirely too sexy and ethereal, and Izuku can’t really believe he’s seeing /Kacchan/, his ex-bully turned famous pro hero, laying in his bed waiting for him to sit on his face.

Working down his leggings and panties, Izuku shyly looks away from Katsuki’s heated gaze, those eyes expectant and entirely too cocky.

“Do you want me to… hover, or like, actually… /sit/?” Izuku asks nervously, playing with his hands.

“Sit on my face means /sit on my face/,” Katsuki says firmly. “I’m a goddamn pro hero. Sit that ass and pussy on my face. I won’t break.”

“Oh my god,” Izuku whines, covering his face. “You’re too much!”

Katsuki’s smirking when Izuku drags his hands away from his eyes. “I’m just lettin’ you know.”

Izuku lifts his oversized shirt off quickly, suddenly feeling much too hot in the cool AC of his apartment.

No one warned him quite how embarrassing it would be to position himself over someone’s chest, his ass all up in their face as he faces away, grappling at their thighs for purchase.

“I-is this okay?” He asks meekly, his voice quiet.

“More than okay,” Katsuki groans, and Izuku can feel his eyes burning a hole into his ass. “C’mon, let me eat you up.”

With that, Katsuki grabs at his hips and /yanks/ him down, taking on the full weight of the omega’s body.

Izuku squeaks when Katsuki immediately gets into it, licking a wet trail from his clit to his opening, moving his body like it’s nothing.

“O-oh my god!” The omega groans, his hands balling into fists on Katsuki’s solid thighs.

Katsuki just hums in agreement, eating him out like he’s been starving for this for /years/.

He continues to work his tongue at Izuku’s clit, sucking and licking at it gently, bringing forth waves of slick that coat his chin.

Izuku would be embarrassed about it, but Katsuki seems to revel in the feeling of pleasing him, coaxing him to grind against his face with abandon.

It’s not long before Izuku feels fucked out just on that tongue, his pussy pulsing, begging for something to fill it up.

“K-kacchan,” he pants, still moving back and forth on his face like it’s nothing. “I need - something! P-please.”

It feels like Katsuki’s lips quirk up against his cunt, and suddenly that thick, wet tongue is working itself into his slicked hole.

“O-ohh, fuck,” Izuku whimpers, his eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.

Katsuki just grabs at the back of his thighs and lifts him up and down like he’s weightless, fucking him on his tongue.

Izuku doesn’t think he’s gonna survive this ordeal, honestly - Katsuki is too much, too eager to reduce him to a drooling mess of nerves and pleasure.

After a moment, the omega begins to move himself in tandem with Katsuki’s strong arms, that tongue pistoning in and out as he rides it, Katsuki groaning with every burst of fresh slick he’s gifted with.

One of the alpha’s thick fingers rubs along his inner thigh, reaching to gently rub at his clit and little dick, and Izuku can’t help but wail and clench around his tongue, his body vibrating as a supernova of an orgasm takes over his body, stars bursting behind his eyelids.