@deerop0: Bkdk - Deku sits on ‘straight’...

Bkdk - Deku sits on ‘straight’ Kacchan’s dick

❗️cheating (not bkdk), bkdk endgame, angst w happy ending, internalized homophobia

Katsuki has been dating Ochako for 6 months, resulting in the most miserable half-year of Izuku’s life.

“Grab me a beer, baby?” Katsuki asks Ochako during one of their group movie nights, slapping her ass as she walks away, the brunette rolling her eyes playfully.

Izuku holds his hands between his thighs awkwardly, shy eyes watching Katsuki as he talks to Kiri.

“Can you grab /me/ a beer, babe?” Kiri asks Mina, only to be flicked on the side of the head.

-

It’s one of their rare days off, and Izuku sits on one of Katsuki’s kitchen island stools as the blond makes dinner.

“Can I stay over tonight?” Izuku asks hopefully, swinging his legs as Katsuki passes him a spiked lemonade.

“Nah,” Katsuki replies easily. “Ochako’s coming over, so unless you wanna hear her moaning all night…”

“Oh,” Izuku whispers, his voice much too quiet for his own liking.

Izuku thinks back to all the times he was /this/ close to admitting his feelings to the blond. All the times he chickened out. All the times he just accepted that Katsuki didn’t like him back.

“It should’ve been me,” Izuku blurts out, squeaking in alarm when he realizes he just said that out loud.

Katsuki’s back is suddenly frighteningly still, and Izuku contemplates which route of escape would be fastest.

“What?” The blond asks, turning and leaning against the counter, quickly back to moving around like normal.

“We should be together, not you and her,” Izuku says, voice quiet, because the band-aid’s already been ripped right off. Might as well go all the way down, right?

“Izuku,” Katsuki says, his voice low. “I’m straight.”

“That’s why you never so much as looked at a woman until we were 20, huh?” Izuku asks bitterly, tears forming in his eyes.

God, he hates how much of a crybaby he is.

“I didn’t look at anyone,” Katsuki points out. “I was focused on being a hero, not fucking around.”

“Hm,” Izuku hums sadly, ignoring the streaks of tears he know are falling on his cheeks.

“You’re my best friend,” Katsuki continues, this weird look on his face. “Don’t ruin that. Please.”

“I can’t help the way I feel, Kacchan,” Izuku sniffles sadly, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

Katsuki walks over, the food sizzling as he wraps Izuku up in a big hug, the smaller man’s chest aching at the soft scent of his masculine cologne that he’s grown to love so much.

Izuku clutches at his shirt, nuzzling into his chest.

“What about Shindo?” Katsuki asks when they pull apart. “He eye-fucks you every time you’re in the same room.”

Izuku laughs through his tears, slapping Katsuki’s chest lightly. “Ew!”

And just like that, it’s like nothing happened.

-

“You look amazing tonight,” Shindo says, wrapping a muscular arm around Izuku’s waist without consent. “Your ass looks fucking great in that dress.”

Izuku laughs awkwardly, sipping at his champagne as he weasels out of Shindo’s grip.

“Thanks, Shindo,” Izuku says, tucking a strand of his curls behind his ear.

Shindo’s eyes are lidded, shamelessly roaming over Izuku’s tight little body like a lion eyeing a piece of steak.

Shindo isn’t unattractive by any means, he just has the personality of a wet napkin.

But maybe Izuku doesn’t need personality. Maybe he just needs to get this whole one-sided attraction to Kacchan out of his system.

“You look good, too,” Izuku says, not lying, because he can easily imagine himself beneath Shindo.

“Let me get you a drink?” The taller man asks, and Izuku lets the arm that makes its way around his waist stay this time, the two of them chatting as they walk to the bar.

-

“Baby, what are you looking at?” Ochako asks as she finds her way back to Katsuki after slipping away to ass-kiss some investors.

The blond’s jaw is set as he watches Shindo Yo lean against the bar as he chats up a giggling Izuku, the green-haired man blushing cutely.

“Izuku’s finally letting that fuckboy hit it, huh?” Ochako laughs, plucking the drink from Katsuki’s hand to steal a sip. “They wouldn’t make a bad couple.”

“He’s gonna hit and quit,” Katsuki seethes, taking his drink back to swig it down angrily. “If he fucking breaks my best friend’s heart, I swear -,”

“They’re coming this way,” Ochako whispers, elbowing her boyfriend in the side.

Shindo approaches with this smug air about him, and it takes everything within Katsuki to stop himself from breaking the fucker’s jaw. His hand rests on the small of Izuku’s back, the smaller man sipping his Moscow mule shyly.

“Hi guys,” Izuku says, his pretty voice making Katsuki’s eyes soften as he looks away from Shindo’s ugly mug.

“We just wanted to stop and talk shit before we head out,” Shindo drawls, staring into Katsuki’s eyes as he says it.

“The stupid gala doesn’t end for another hour,” Ochako says, wiggling her eyebrows. “Where are you two off to?”

“We have an intense workout plan,” Shindo says slyly, squeezing the top of Izuku’s plush ass. “I’ll be testing Izuku’s flexibility for him.”

Izuku’s flushes prettily, the alcohol clearly making him more lax as he hits Shindo’s stomach lightly, laughing. “Stop!”

Katsuki flexes his jaw, his temple pulsing as Shindo gives him a mock salute before pulling Izuku towards the exit, the two of them giggling as they go.

There’s an intense ringing in Katsuki’s ears as he watches them go, and it takes Ochako tugging on his arm and calling his name a few times for him to come back to earth.

“I was asking if you wanna head out soon too,” Ochako says, eyes hooded. “Do some working out of our own, hm?”

Katsuki’s eyes dart back towards the exit, lips twitching into a frown as he watches Izuku lean against Shindo as they walk outside.

“Sure.”

TBC

Katsuki pants as he lays on his back, sweating after their ‘workout’, Ochako already falling asleep next to him.

He stares at the ceiling, because it happened again.

The same thing that’s happened every single time he has sex with Ochako.

Ochako has mentioned the way he closes his eyes when he cums once or twice, but he had shrugged it off as “getting lost in the pleasure” or some bullshit like that.

The truth is a bit more… hard to swallow.

Because every goddamn time he cums, he’s thinking of Izuku.

Every goddamn thrust into her soft body, he’s thinking of Izuku’s muscular thighs wrapped around him instead.

Every goddamn time her fat ass bounces against his pelvis, he imagines Izuku’s bubbly one in its place.

Every goddamn time their lips touch, he pictures Izuku’s -

Katsuki shakes his head softly against his pillow, because it’s fine. It’s okay. It’s normal. He’s straight.

-

Let it be known that the universe hates Bakugou Katsuki, because there’s no other explanation as to why Shindo fucking Yo is at their next group movie night.

Ochako is leaned back into Katsuki’s chest, sitting on his lap with one of his muscular arms wrapped around her waist lazily.

Izuku and Shindo are in the exact same position on the other couch, except they’re exchanging little kisses and smiling at each other disgustingly.

“Ouch, baby,” Ochako suddenly complains, and Katsuki loosens his arm when he realizes he’d unconsciously tightened it around her middle.

“Shit, sorry,” he grumbles, tearing his eyes away from Izuku before he starts actually steaming with jealousy.

No, anger. Because that’s all this is. He’s angry that Izuku is letting such a scummy asshole fuck him, kiss him, hold him in his lap.

Shindo is a slimy fucker, and Izuku is so pure, so kind and good-hearted. They’re a terrible match.

Katsuki’s just looking out for his friend, really.

It has nothing to do with the fact that the blond can’t cum without thinking of Izuku -

Katsuki’s leg bounces anxiously.

It has nothing at all to do with the fact that the /one/ time he tried to finish while fucking Ochako without thinking of Izuku, he’d gone soft and had to blame it on being tired after a long shift.

Katsuki rubs his free hand over his face, fighting off a sudden wave of nausea in his stomach. He’s straight.

He’s straight.

-

“You and the Yo fucker, huh?” Katsuki casually asks the next time he hangs out with Izuku, the two of them taking turns playing games on the green-haired man’s ps5.

Izuku gets this shy look on his face, smiling softly. “You’re the one who told me to go for it, asshole!”

“I didn’t think you actually would,” Katsuki bites, forcing out a laugh so it seems like he doesn’t care as much as he does.

“We’re not /together/,” Izuku says, biting his lip as he plays. “Yet. We’re just… fucking. He’s really sweet. Sweeter than I thought he would be. I wouldn’t say no if he asked for more.”

“Hm,” Katsuki hums, already feeling his eye twitch.

“I think it would be nice,” Izuku continues, oblivious to the way he’s driving a stake into Katsuki’s heart. “We could go on double dates with him and Ocha!”

Izuku has resolutely not mentioned his feelings for Katsuki since that night in the kitchen.

Katsuki remembers it clearly, his heart racing and clenching with painful, misplaced hope as soon as the words were out of Izuku’s mouth.

He’s known that Izuku is gay for a while, and he’d be stupid to miss the subtle looks, but he never thought…

He never thought…

“Yeah, for sure,” Katsuki says simply, side-eyeing the other man as he concentrates on the game.

His eyes are narrowed in concentration, his wet tongue poking out between his plush lips.

/Pretty/, Katsuki’s mind supplies.

Katsuki downs his beer before he does something he’ll regret.

-

Izuku moans, clutching the sheets below him as Shindo fucks him from behind, completely unaware of the silent, flashless snap of the other man’s phone camera.

-

Katsuki stares.

Izuku’s back is arched obscenely, his pink little hole stretched around the (unimpressive) girth of Shindo Yo’s dick.

His ass looks like two perfect globes bent over like that, and Katsuki’s traitorous cock begins to harden in his pants.

Katsuki glances over at Ochako’s sleeping form before sliding his hand into his sweatpants, squeezing his cock as he gets fully hard faster than he ever remembers.

He strokes himself, imagining Izuku’s hole stretched around his much larger length instead.

Izuku would whine and beg for more, bubbly little ass jiggling every time Katsuki fucked inside.

Katsuki’s pace quickens, guilt and pleasure toiling in his gut as he tips his head back, hooded eyes laser-focused on the perfect ass in the photo.

Izuku’s face is buried into the sheets in the picture, probably moaning and crying, pretending Shindo’s cock is the one he really wants.

Fuck, Katsuki would show him what he’s missing. Fuck him out on his tongue, choke him on his superior cock.

Katsuki imagines fucking Izuku’s face, those big, wet eyes looking up at him as he takes him all the way to the base, heavy balls thudding against the smaller man’s chin.

Katsuki’s abdomen clenches with arousal, and he lets out a tiny groan of pleasure.

Ochako remains dead asleep next to him as he strokes himself desperately.

And for the first time since he’s started dating Ochako, Katsuki cums with his eyes open.

Staring right at Izuku’s ass.

“Fuuuck,” the blond groans lowly, unloading onto his abs.

He jerks himself through it, catching his breath as he clicks his phone off and stares at the wall.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

“It’s just an ass,” Katsuki whispers to himself. “You can’t even see his dick in the photo.”

He’s straight.

He’s straight.

He’s straight.

TBC!

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“Hey,” Katsuki says, coughing awkwardly when Izuku walks into their agency’s locker room the next morning.

“Good morning, Kacchan!” Izuku chirps with a sunny grin, leaning down to pull on his boots and lace them up.

There’s something off. Call it best friend intuition.

“I, uh, have something to tell you,” the blond says quietly, pulling his phone out, feeling a bit too giddy over the fact that he gets to tell Izuku what a piece of shit his new boytoy is.

“What’s up?” Izuku asks sweetly, and Katsuki catches a glimpse of the hickey on his neck.

Katsuki holds out his phone with Shindo’s message open, schooling his face into a look of sadness that his best friend’s fuckbuddy turned out to be a tool.

“Oh my god,” Izuku immediately cries, covering his mouth with his hand. “I-I’m so sorry, Kacchan!”

“It’s fine, Izuku,” Katsuki immediately says, more than a little upset that the green-haired man is more worried that he saw than the fact that Shindo sent it. “I don’t want you talking to that fucker anymore.”

“I’m n-not,” Izuku says, voice cracking, and his little body is suddenly wracked with heavy sobs as fat tears streak down his cheeks. “I-I told him I want to be his b-boyfriend after w-we had sex last night, and he told me he only l-likes my body.”

Katsuki immediately pulls the other hero into his arms, shushing him gently and sitting on the bench to pull him into his lap, Izuku’s legs and arms tentatively wrapping around him as he sobs wetly into his neck.

“Fucking piece of shit,” Katsuki seethes, practically growling. “I’ll kill him.”

Izuku sniffles, snuggling closer into Katsuki’s broad shoulders, easily eclipsed by the blond’s body.

Katsuki rubs his hand in soothing circles on Izuku’s back, kissing the top of his head softly.

“Thank you, Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, kissing his cheek in return. “But I’d rather just forget about him completely.”

The contact leaves Katsuki’s skin buzzing, and he sighs contently when Izuku’s head rests on his shoulder.

They sit like that for a few more minutes, Izuku’s body relaxed and warm in Katsuki’s arms as the blond rubs his back and shushes him when he sniffles.

Katsuki’s heart aches.

-

Katsuki punches Shindo Yo straight in the jaw, feeling a satisfying crack against his fist.

“That’s for taking his picture without his consent,” Katsuki says, voice low, kicking the pathetic man’s chest when he falls to his knees in pain. “And that’s for breaking his heart.”

Shindo groans pitifully, spitting out a wad of blood.

“You contact him ever again and I’ll string you up by your little shrimp dick,” Katsuki threatens. “We clear?”

Shindo just nods wordlessly against the hard floor, fixing the blond with a hot glare.

Katsuki looks right back at him like he’s nothing more than gum on his shoe.

And walks away.

-

“What did you do?” Izuku yells, pushing past Katsuki to storm into the blond’s apartment. “I /told/ you I just want to move on!”

“He deserved that shit!” Katsuki protests, crossing his muscular arms.

“Kacchan!” Izuku sighs, pulling on his hair as he plops down on the couch. “There was a chance he might’ve changed his mind, and you -“

“You’d want him after he took a fucking picture of your ass without your fucking consent and sent it to me?” Katsuki shouts in disbelief.

Izuku lets out a single, broken sob. “No one else fucking wants me!”

Katsuki just stands there in shock for a moment, not used to his best friend cursing, and then he rushes to the couch to pull Izuku into his lap again, like last time -

Only to be pushed away with the force of a small percentage of OFA behind it, the blond stumbling back onto the other side of the couch with a loud ‘oof’.

“Don’t act like you c-care,” Izuku whimpers, wrapping himself up in his owns arms as he shivers.

“Of course I fucking care!” Katsuki shouts, shaking himself off and standing in front of Izuku, pulling his smaller hands into his own. “You’re my best friend. Of course I care.”

Izuku pulls his hands free none too gently, standing. “I’m leaving. I don’t know why I came.”

“The fuck you are,” Katsuki yells, immediately darting for his door to block it. “Talk to me. Please. I don’t want you to leave mad at me -,”

“Why don’t you ask Ochako to come over?” Izuku cries, trying to dodge around the blond. “You can fuck her and feel nice and better!”

Katsuki laughs mirthlessly. “Maybe I fucking will. Maybe I’ll pound her into my bed and you can go home wishing it was y -,”

Izuku slaps him across the face.

Katsuki stills, dread filling his stomach at his own words.

Izuku whimpers, bottom lip wobbling as fresh tears warm his cheeks.

“You’re an asshole, Bakugou,” the smaller man whispers, walking out of the apartment with no resistance.

Katsuki stands by the door for a good half an hour, hating himself.

-

Izuku curls around his plush pillow, dried tears stinging his eyes as he sniffles and watches his favorite comfort movie, the heavy weight of loneliness in his chest.

He replays both conversations again and again in his head.

/“Listen, Midoriya,” Shindo says, wiping his hand over his mouth. “You’re a great fuck, your body’s fucking fantastic, but that’s all this is. I’m sorry if I made you think I’m interested in you that way.”

“Oh,” Izuku replies with a small voice, suddenly feeling like a fool laying in Shindo’s bed with warm cum leaking out of his ass.

Shindo throws him a towel. “But hey, if you’re ever down to fuck around again, just give me a call.”/

“Stupid,” Izuku says to no one but himself, his thoughts turning to Kacchan blatantly making a joke out of his feelings.

/“You can go home wishing it was you.”/

Izuku curls into himself harder, picturing Katsuki and Ochako in bed at this very moment.

The sound of rain pouring outside lulls him into a fitful sleep, his chest heavy with emotions.

He doesn’t dream.

TBC

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Izuku wakes up at midnight to a firm knock at his front door, his head pounding from the overthinking and heartache.

He pulls his plush blanket over his shoulders, wearing only an oversized sleep shirt as he shuffles to the door with a sniffle.

Of course it’s Katsuki, because who else would to be?

The blond looks like he hasn’t slept a blink, his eyes heavy and red, his hair a mess of spikes.

“Hey,” Katsuki says quietly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

Izuku looks up at the man and frowns. “But you did.”

“Can we talk?” Katsuki asks with those puppy-dog eyes that he pulls off surprisingly well, the ones that Izuku knows he can’t say no to.

The green-haired man steps aside, wrapping his arms around himself as Katsuki walks in.

Izuku didn’t notice before, but the blond is holding a Tupperware stuffed to the brim with Katsudon in one hand and a beautiful bouquet of blue hyacinths in the other.

Izuku sighs as Katsuki moves to fill a vase with water for the flowers, putting the food in the fridge.

“I’m guessing Ochako didn’t come over?” Izuku asks bitterly, still more than a little upset over Katsuki’s words.

“I didn’t want her to,” Katsuki says, leaning himself over the sink on his big arms, dressed in his sleep sweats and a black tank top.

“Hm,” Izuku hums, crossing his arms. “Say what you wanted to say, or you can leave.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Katsuki whispers, still staring at the sink like it’s the most interesting this in the world. “I’m sorry, Izuku. I’d choose you over anyone.”

“You have an odd way of showing it,” Izuku grumbles, but it’s clear that the blond is being sincere, so he steps beside him and tentatively places his hand on Katsuki’s flexed bicep, squeezing softly.

“I forgive you,” Izuku continues, swallowing his pettiness. “But don’t you dare ever make a joke out of my feelings for you again, okay? I’m trying to move on. I am.”

Izuku’s hand on the blond’s arm begins to shake, and Izuku’s eyes widen when he realizes the man is crying.

“K-Kacchan?” Izuku whispers, and Katsuki turns into his touch to pull the smaller man into a bear hug, Izuku’s face squished against his generous pecs.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Katsuki repeats, his words watery as he rests his cheek on Izuku’s hair.

“What’s wrong, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, eyebrows furrowed as he turns his head against the blond’s chest to look up at him.

“I’m straight,” Katsuki says, eyes blurry with tears. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I’m with her, I wish it was you. Every time I’m out on patrol, I wonder how your day is going. Every time I go to bed, I wonder what it would be like with you in my arms.”

Izuku stills against his best friend’s chest, his heart suddenly going haywire in his own.

“Can I kiss you?” Katsuki asks, pleads. “Please?”

Izuku swallows, not having expected this development, but he gives a short nod, lips wobbling as their eyes meet.

Katsuki bends down, balancing one hand on the counter and the other moving to wrap around Izuku’s waist.

Izuku’s soft lips meet Katsuki’s slightly chapped ones like a barely-there touch, and it feels exactly the way he’s always imagined. Better.

He’s always rolled his eyes at the way books describe kissing the person you’ve always wanted, but it seems that tonight is night for having his worldview shattered, because it feels ethereal.

It feels like he’s just been handed a key to all the answers in the universe, his head light as little zaps of electricity shock his nerves.

It only takes a few seconds of shy, chaste kissing for Katsuki to put his hand on the back of green hair, pulling him in further.

Izuku places his hands on Katsuki’s chest softly when their mouths open to press deeper, the blond tilting his head, hand moving to hold his neck, calloused thumb gently stroking Izuku’s cheek.

The wet sounds of kissing are much too loud in the quiet apartment, amplified when Katsuki presses his tongue into Izuku’s mouth, their lips wet as the green-haired man whines into it quietly.

Izuku’s fingers clench into Katsuki’s tank top, holding him down, his eyes closed tight as he softly moans into the blond’s mouth.

Katsuki’s own hands are suddenly on the smaller man’s hips, pressing him back against his own counter as the kiss turns downright filthy.

Izuku gets lost in it, throwing his arms around Katsuki’s broad shoulders as he’s lifted onto the counter easily, the blond slotting himself between spread thighs.

Katsuki gropes his ass roughly from behind as Izuku runs his fingers over Katsuki’s muscular biceps, and the blond pulls his bottom lip with his teeth teasingly.

“God,” Katsuki groans, this crazy, hungry look in his eyes. “What the fuck do you do to me?”

Izuku just pulls him in again, the pair lazily making out for what could be five minutes or an hour or an entire day for all they care.

- and then Katsuki’s phone rings, like an obnoxious alarm that wakes you up during the best sleep of your life.

“Fuck,” Katsuki curses, digging into his sweatpants’ pocket.

Izuku just sits there on his counter, his naked ass barely covered by the sleep shirt, wishing Katsuki would just ignore it and kiss him again -

“It’s Ocha,” Katsuki whispers, looking down at the device like the name will change if he stares hard enough. “Fuck. What the fuck did I do.”

“Kacchan…” Izuku says, his own guilt welling up in his chest because fuck, he just kissed his friend’s boyfriend. He just kissed his best friend. “Please don’t leave.”

Katsuki ignores him, hitting the green ‘answer’ button. “Hey, baby.”

Izuku’s heart shatters.

“I can’t sleep,” Izuku hears Ochako say over the phone, her voice tinny. “Can you come over?”

Izuku tries to plead with his eyes.

“Sorry,” Katsuki says. “I’m staying at Izuku’s. He’s sick.”

Izuku lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

TBC

“I’m a fucking horrible person,” Katsuki says as soon as he hangs up, and he rests his forehead on Izuku’s shoulder, letting the green-haired man run his fingers through his hair gently.

“That makes two of us,” Izuku says quietly, but he can’t find it in himself to regret it.

“I’m not straight, am I?” Katsuki whispers, and it’s a rhetorical question, so Izuku just hums softly in response.

They stand like that for a few minutes, just listening to the whir of Izuku’s a/c until Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to his shoulder.

And suddenly, it’s like the tense fog of awkward emotions and silence is cleared, and they’re all over each other yet again, Katsuki hoisting Izuku into his arms easily as their lips clash together.

Katsuki traces the steps to Izuku’s room, feeling like he’s watching in third person when he tosses him onto the bed, crawling over him, their lips not parting once.

“Kacchan,” Izuku moans, the blond trailing kisses down his neck. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure,” Katsuki groans, lifting his tank top over his head and tossing it to the floor. “I’m tired of pretending I’m not.”

Izuku’s heart aches for the blond at those words, and he shoves himself up to swap their positions, green lightning crackling around them as he shoves Katsuki onto his back, straddling his hips, his bare ass planted directly on Katsuki’s cock through his soft sweatpants.

It’s big, Izuku can tell just from grinding against it gently, and he nearly whines when it twitches against him, hardening at the contact.

“We don’t have to go all the way,” Izuku says, praying to any higher power that Katsuki wants this. Wants him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve needed this,” Katsuki responds, eagerly kissing back when Izuku leans down to capture his lips.

“We could just kiss, watch a movie -,” Izuku tries, his own self-doubt leaking through, and he gasps when Katsuki gropes his fat ass, spanking hard.

“Why would I wanna watch a movie when I have a desperate little slut in my lap?” Katsuki asks lowly, spreading Izuku’s ass just to be mean.

“We c-could just lay here and talk about our feelings -,” Izuku teases, trailing off into a loud moan when Katsuki pushes his sweats down, letting his cock spring free against his ass.

It’s warm and veiny against his skin, pulsing with arousal, and Izuku nearly whines at how fucking big it is, reaching the small of his back and intimidatingly thick.

“What was that about /just talking/?” Katsuki whispers, grinding up against the cleft of his ass.

“N-nothing,” Izuku immediately answers when Katsuki reaches up to squeeze his pecs, his thumbs teasing the nipples meanly.

“Why don’t you be a good baby and suck my cock?” Katsuki asks huskily, and Izuku bites his tongue before he says something embarrassing like /yes, sir/.

He feels himself burning bright red as he shimmies his way down between Katsuki’s thighs, the blond spreading them apart and throwing his arms behind his head like a smug bastard, all the while looking down at him like he’s the hottest thing to ever exist.

Being face to face with Katsuki’s cock has Izuku swallowing down a sudden influx of saliva, his throat already feeling sorry for itself as the prospect of swallowing this /thing/ down.

“You never told me you were half-horse,” Izuku jokes lamely, nerves flaring up.

“Fucking loser,” Katsuki says under his breath, sighing when Izuku wraps a hand around the shaft, his fingers not even /touching/ around the girth. “Spit on it.”

Izuku nearly cums on the spot, shyly spitting onto the length before jerking it gently, not used to such a big dick in his hand.

Katsuki groans his approval, watching with lidded eyes as Izuku plays with his cock.

When Izuku leans forward to lick the head, he moans when Katsuki’s head immediately tips back, his mouth falling open in pleasure.

Izuku’s doing this. He’s the one giving Katsuki this type of pleasure, and that’s enough for him to feel as light as air.

“Take it in, baby,” Katsuki instructs, and Izuku closes his eyes, his freckles flushed prettily as he sucks the tip into his hot little mouth.

He swirls his tongue around the head, eagerly swallowing down the precum leaking from the slit, and it tastes so perfectly /Katsuki/.

Izuku’s hole winks needily as he swallows the cock down another few inches, thinking about Katsuki’s broad body over him, cock pushing in -.

“Good boy,” Katsuki breathes, and that’s the only warning Izuku gets before he’s firmly pushed down to the base, his throat spasming and tears immediately forming.

Katsuki flashes him a smirk when Izuku looks up at him with hearts practically dancing in his watery doe eyes, looking entirely too innocent with his mouth stuffed full of cock.

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to hold the sides of Izuku’s face with both hands, bobbing the smaller man’s mouth up and down, practically throat fucking him.

Big hands wonder along his cheeks, possessive and proprietary. “Look at you,” Katsuki says. “Beautiful.”

Izuku moans, eyes closed blissfully, saliva coating his chin and Katsuki’s thighs and heavy balls - it’s the messiest blowjob he’s ever given, and he fucking loves it.

He uses one hand to massage Katsuki’s spit-slick balls, forcing a deep moan from the blond’s chest.

“God fucking damnit,” Katsuki curses, pulling Izuku’s mouth from his cock roughly, drool connecting his swollen lips to the shaft as the green-haired man pants desperately, sucking the excess spit on his lips into his mouth.

“Fuck me,” Izuku whines, breathing heavily as he recovers from his throat being completely wrecked. “Please.”

TBC

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Katsuki yanks Izuku down on top of him, immediately grabbing two handfuls of his ass, massaging the cheeks roughly.

“Yeah?” The blond groans. “You want me to fill this fat ass up?”

Izuku whines pitifully, nodding enthusiastically as Katsuki all but drags him across his chest until his ass is hovering over his face.

“What are you -,”’Izuku whimpers in alarm, and Katsuki simply pulls his hips down firmly, planting his face between those thick cheeks.

“Oh my g -,” Izuku moans, gripping the headboard for purchase.

Katsuki doesn’t waste any time, spreading Izuku’s ass and licking across his pink hole, slick and wet and fucking filthy.

Katsuki groans into it like /Izuku/ is the one doing him a favor by letting him eat his ass, hot tongue pressing its way inside.

Izuku’s legs shake, and if Katsuki wasn’t holding him up by his ass, he would definitely be a boneless pile of pleasure right now.

The noises have Izuku’s mouth falling open and his eyes crossed, Katsuki slurping noisily before spitting up right onto his hole.

His hands squeeze and massage Izuku’s cheeks as he begins to fuck him on his tongue, using his grip to move Izuku’s entire body up and down.

The way Katsuki so easily maneuvers and handles him has Izuku’s little dick throbbing, looking back to watch those huge biceps flex and veiny hands holding his ass firmly.

“Kacchan,” Izuku moans, simply holding on for the ride.

His hips move in little circles on their own, grinding himself down on Katsuki’s face as the blond eats him out like a starving man, sucking and licking up into his hole like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

When he pulls back, lifting Izuku and tossing him down onto the soft bed like he weighs less than a feather, Izuku whines petulantly.

“More,” he begs, demands, scrambling onto his knees as Katsuki moves up behind him like a predator.

Katsuki snorts. “Oh, you’re getting fucking more.”

Izuku squeaks in excitement when he hears the click of a lube bottle being opened, and Katsuki gives him absolutely no warning before pressing a thick, wet finger into his pliant hole, soft and easy after that tongue.

Izuku lets out a muffled whine, pushing back as Katsuki adds a second and pumps his wrist, fucking him open.

“Tight little fuckhole,” Katsuki murmurs appreciatively, and Izuku /keens/. “Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock like that.”

Katsuki teases, slowing his thrusts and curling his fingers right into the good spot, leaving Izuku a drooling mess as he prostrates his ass higher, begging for more.

“Such a slut,” Katsuki taunts. “Look at your body just giving it away.”

“You’re so mean,” Izuku garbles, but there’s no heat there. “Put it in already. Or are you afraid you’ll nut in 10 seconds?”

Katsuki smirks. “Big talk for someone pushing against my fingers like a bitch in heat.”

Glowy, dark green tendrils suddenly shoot from Izuku’s hand from where he’s arched on his knees like a whore, wrapping around Katsuk’s cock and stroking it slowly, the length still slick from Izuku’s spit.

“Fuck!” Katsuki shouts, looking down at his dick being jerked by goddamn /black whip/, and if only Daigoro could see his protégée now.

Izuku uses the second tendril to snake around Katsuki’s waist, yanking him forward so that his dick is poised to enter, cockhead throbbing against the hot wetness of Izuku’s winking hole.

“Fuck me,” Izuku says sweetly. “Or I’ll hold you down and use you like you’re nothing more than a dildo, hm?”

“I’ll hold you to that some other time,” Katsuki grunts, clasping Izuku’s hips and fucking inside with one smooth thrust.

Izuku falls to his face underneath him, back arching obscenely as black whip retreats immediately, the smaller man moaning loud enough to let every single resident of his apartment building know /exactly/ what he’s doing.

He deliriously imagines his neighbor, sweet Mrs. Aoki, holding her cat in her lap as she covers her mouth scandalously.

Katsuki rears up, pulling out until just his cockhead remains before pushing back in languidly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki sighs, intently watching Izuku’s hole open and close for his cock. “Look at that.”

Izuku twists his hands into his soft sheets, feeling his ass jiggle as Kacchan picks up the pace, spanking him with his cut v-line and heavy balls.

Katsuki grabs one cheek possessively, the other keeping its iron grip on his hip as he’s pounded into.

Izuku is a mess of moans and whimpers, and there’s a small puddle of drool forming under his cheek that’s pressed to the sheets.

The rough slap of skin on skin and the wet noises of Izuku’s ass being railed echo around the room, and it’s like music to Katsuki’s ears.

He pulls out quickly, and before Izuku can get out a slurred “wha -“, he’s flipped onto his back.

Katsuki presses back inside smoothly, immediately capturing Izuku’s lips with his own.

Izuku wraps his arms around his neck, ankles immediately crossing behind Katsuki’s narrow, chiseled waist.

His muscles look fantastic framed by Izuku’s thick thighs, he thinks.

The kiss is sloppy as Katsuki’s hips pump like a machine, and the blond greedily eats up every whimper, every ‘please, Kacchan’ that’s murmured into his mouth.

Izuku’s eyes are lidded when they pull apart, tears painting his cheeks prettily.

“So good,” Izuku moans softly, completely blissed out. “So big.”

Katsuki kisses him again, angling Izuku’s hips up a bit so his ass bounces back up into him with every thrust, cheeks clapping loudly.

Izuku’s cock is leaking and twitching, and Katsuki smirks.

“You’re gonna cum untouched, aren’t you?” The blond asks meanly, hand snaking around Izuku’s neck and squeezing softly. “Just from me fucking your slutty ass.”

TBC bc tweet limit has bamboozled me again

“Yuhssss,” Izuku slurs, not even caring about the drool on his chin as Katsuki continues to pound into all his good spots like his cock was made just for his body.

Katsuki’s hand on his neck squeezes harder, and oh, that’s a new kink discovery.

The smaller man’s abdomen is tight with his impending orgasm, pushed closer to the edge every time Katsuki’s thick cock pistons in and out of his ass, his hole squeezing and begging it to stay on every out-thrust.

“Kacchan, I’m gonna - right there, keep going!” Izuku just about screams, thighs squeezing around Katsuki’s waist harshly.

“You fucking beg so pretty,” Katsuki snarls, cutting off his air for a split second, pounding into his prostate like a machine.

Izuku screams at the ceiling, his ass clenching around Katsuki’s cock as his hips twitch desperately, cumming untouched like just Katsuki said he would.

“Kacchan,” Izuku moans after, overstimulated as the blond starts to fuck into his body like a toy, chasing his own orgasm.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says lowly, watching his cock fuck in and out. “Sucking me in even after you cum? Whore.”

Izuku yanks him down for a kiss, focusing on the feelings of his rough lips and fat, long cock thrusting into him.

“Fill me up,” Izuku murmurs against him, moaning softly when Katsuki pecks his lips again. “Cum inside me, Kacchan.”

Katsuki presses his forehead to Izuku’s, gazing into his eyes lovingly as he pumps in and out a few more times, his eyes fluttering closed as his thrusts turn desperate and jerky.

“Fuuuck,” the blond groans, and Izuku immediately feels it.

He can’t help but whine at the feeling of Katsuki’s cum deep inside, the blond unloading everything he has to give.

“Warm,” Izuku whimpers, cock drunk and tired.

Katsuki catches his breath against Izuku’s shoulder and pulls out after a minute, both of them looking down to watch cum leak out of Izuku’s abused hole, gaping and winking.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Katsuki says appreciatively, spreading his cheeks to get a closer look.

“Kacchannn,” Izuku whines, covering his face in embarrassment as the blond intently watches his own cum drool from the hole he just fucked.

Katsuki just kisses his ankle that’s still up by his shoulder, setting it down gently before walking to the bathroom to fetch a towel.

The clean-up isn’t as awkward as Izuku had expected - he’d expected a sort of guilty regret from the blond, but they’re giggling and exchanging soft kisses the whole time.

They eventually make their way to the shower after Katsuki firmly says he isn’t letting Izuku fall asleep with cum all up in his ass, and they end up fucking again under the stream - might as well take full advantage of Izuku’s wet hole, right?

-

It becomes a nightly thing, even when one of them has patrol until midnight - the other waits up eagerly, Katsuki pushing Izuku up against the wall and lifting him until the green-haired man’s legs wrap around him, making out desperately as soon as they’re in the same room.

Sometimes they watch a movie or just hang out, egging each other on until one of them breaks and they end up fucking on the couch, Izuku bent over the edge as Katsuki roughly slams into him from behind, or Izuku riding him as the movie plays forgotten in the background.

Their next group movie night rolls around, and Izuku has to pretend not to care when Ochako sits in Katsuki’s lap, the two of them kissing, hands all up on each other.

“You okay?” Mina asks, plopping a bowl of popcorn in his lap. “You look upset.”

“O-oh, it’s nothing,” Izuku immediately answers, cursing his own stammering. “Still just a little upset over Shindo.”

A total lie. He doesn’t give a shit, not when Katsuki’s been blowing his back out practically every night the past two weeks.

“Oh, honey,” Mina says, throwing her arm around his shoulder. “Fuck that guy.”

Izuku nods, eyes immediately watering, to his horror - but not for the reasons Mina’s thinking.

“You’ll find a nice man one day,” Mina continues, wiping his tears away. “One who loves you and lets the world know it.”

Izuku’s stomach clenches, sparing a glance at Katsuki when Mina isn’t looking, immediately regretting it when he sees the blond kissing Ochako’s neck the same way he does to him in secret.

“Yeah,” Izuku says.

-

“Katsuki’s been… off, lately,” Ochako says when the two of them meet up for lunch a few days later.

Izuku can’t help the guilt that boils up in his stomach when he looks at his friend, knowing that he’s been fucking her boyfriend behind her back.

He’d barely scrounged up the courage to say ‘yes’ to lunch, but it’s been too long since just the two of them hung out and he’d folded when she’d practically begged.

“How so?” Izuku asks, hopefully casually, as he pops a grape into his mouth.

“He barely come over when I ask anymore,” Ochako sighs. “And we haven’t spent the night together in like, two weeks.”

“Maybe he’s busy?” Izuku asks with a wince, decidedly /not/ thinking about the few times Ochako has called Katsuki while he was balls deep in Izuku.

“And, um, please don’t tell him I told you this,” Ochako says with a wince. “But we haven’t had sex in like… two weeks. I keep trying, and it’s just like - he isn’t interested, or something.”

Izuku swallows, feeling bad about the relief that blooms in his chest at the confirmation that Katsuki hasn’t fucked Ochako since they started sleeping together.

“Maybe he’s going through something,” Izuku bullshits. “You should talk to him.”

They part ways with a hug after paying the bill, and Izuku walks home with guilt and relief eating him alive.

TBC

That night, Izuku takes a deep breath before opening his front door to reveal Katsuki holding an overnight bag over his shoulder.

“Hey,” the blond says, that devastatingly handsome smirk on his face.

Izuku hates it. Hates how much he loves it, how much it affects him.

“I missed you,” Izuku says softly when Katsuki walks in and immediately buries his face in the smaller man’s neck, kissing the skin there.

“Missed you too, nerd,” Katsuki says, pulling back to kiss the little glare off his face.

Katsuki’s tongue peaks out for permission, and Izuku opens up for it like the weak, weak asshole he is as his ass is groped and squeezed. He’s backed up against his kitchen island, hands roaming Katsuki’s chest as they lazily make out.

Izuku closes his eyes, trying to ward off the all-out clash between pleasure and guilt in his head, because Katsuki tastes so good, is touching him so good.

The green-haired man reaches a hand down to stroke the obvious tent in Katsuki’s black joggers, never once breaking their kiss.

“Yeah, babydoll,” the blond groans when Izuku frees his erection, wrapping his hand lightly around the shaft.

“Been wanting you all day,” Izuku admits against his lips, flashing back to Ochako’s dejected face and voice as he’s lifted onto the counter, spreading his legs for Katsuki to stand between.

Katsuki deepens their kiss with a sigh.

Izuku holds onto the counter as he’s fucked from behind, rough hands holding his hips and spanking his ass.

“Right there, Kacchan,” he whimpers, pressing back into every thrust like a good slut.

Katsuki feels so /right/ inside him, yet everything feels so wrong. Even when he finishes, tightening up around Katsuki sweetly, the cold feeling of guilt in his stomach doesn’t give.

He lays in bed an hour later wrapped up in Katsuki’s arms, the blond rubbing his lips back and forth against the back of his neck soothingly.

The thought of Ochako’s face earlier flash through his mind, and Izuku squeezes his eyes shut.

“We need to stop,”he says, the words leaving his mouth before his brain has time to process them.

Katsuki’s lips still, his arm around his waist tightening minisculely.

“What?” The blond asks, voice small.

Izuku slides himself out of Katsuki’s arms, standing at the edge of his bed with his arms crossed. “You need to break up with her.”

“Izuku,” Katsuki says, sitting up in bed. “The media knows about Ochako and I, I can’t just -,”

“Can’t break up with her?” Izuku interrupts. “People break up all the time. Why can’t you break up with her?”

“Baby, please,” Katsuki says, throwing the blanket off of himself to follow Izuku when he begins to walk off.

“You don’t get to call me that,” Izuku says, holding his arms across his chest to ward off the sudden shivers wracking his body as he walks into the living room.

Katsuki gently grabs one of Izuku’s arms, soft and desperate all at once. “Please.”

Izuku rips his arm free like it was burnt. “I-I’m not gonna be your side piece,” he says firmly, hating the way his voice wobbles. “So you either break up with her, or we’re done with this.”

“I can’t,” Katsuki tries, looking like he’s close to tears himself.

“Why?” Izuku presses. “Because you’re scared of what the precious media will think of Dynamight being /gay/?”

They stand there in silence for what could be minutes or an hour, Izuku looking at the floor as tears blur his vision.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Izuku whispers, sounding like a lost child.

“No,” Katsuki immediately says, and Izuku nearly jumps at the conviction in his voice. “I’m not embarrassed of you, Izuku. Never will be.”

“Then why?” Izuku asks. “Why, Kacchan?”

“I just can’t,” Katsuki says lamely, pleading with his eyes as he tilts Izuku’s chin up with his finger.

“Break up with her, at least,” Izuku says softly. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

Katsuki swallows. “I can’t.”

Izuku closes his eyes, because he’s so fucking tired of those words. So fucking tired of being Katsuki’s dirty little secret.

“Then go,” Izuku says. “I’m not doing this with you anymore.”

“I can’t lose you,” Katsuki pleads, his face falling even further. “Please, Izuku, I can’t.”

There are those words again. /I can’t/.

“Yeah?” Izuku asks. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“Please understand,” Katsuki says. “I don’t know how to explain it. I want to be with you. I do.”

Izuku laughs mirthlessly. “No one’s stopping you but yourself.”

Katsuki gapes like a fish, and Izuku moves his chin from the man’s touch, already missing it.

“Please leave,” Izuku says, exasperated. “I can’t deal with this right now.”

“I’ll break up with her,” Katsuki says. “I will.”

Izuku scoffs. “Then do it. And don’t come back until you do.”

The first tear finally streaks down Katsuki’s cheek, and Izuku hates it.

“Do I have to leave?” The blond asks, and he has this watery glint in his eyes that has Izuku’s heart clenching tight.

“Please,” Izuku says, as much as it hurts. As much as he wants to fall asleep in Katsuki’s arms.

“Okay,” Katsuki whispers, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s forehead before walking to the bedroom to grab his things, and Izuku just stands there watching himself in third person.

Before Katsuki can slip out the door with that final look of longing, Izuku hurries after him and presses their foreheads together, pulling the blond down to his level.

Their lips press together in a chaste kiss, and then Izuku watches him slowly become smaller down the hallway until he turns the corner.

He presses down the urge to chase after him, closing the door behind himself before going to bed with a heavy heart.

TBC

Izuku wakes up the following morning to #/DynaRavity trending on Twitter, and his heart drops to his stomach.

He scrambles to hit the hashtag and scrolls through a wall of posts, trying to figure out what the hell’s going on.

Izuku swallows, fighting the urge to giggle hysterically at the latest tweet, because it’s so fucking spot on, yet all the comments are going for OP’s throat.

He still feels the ghost of Katsuki’s lips on his own, and his heart aches softly.

“If only they knew,” he sighs, nausea bubbling in his stomach as he continues to scroll through the hashtag, reading thousands of comments about what a great couple Dynamight and Uravity make.

There’s even a video of a tiny girl holding up a DynaRavity notebook, beaming at the camera. “They’re my favorite heroes!”

Izuku’s bottom lip quivers, and he blinks rapidly, taking a few deep breaths to stave off the tears threatening to form.

/This is why Kacchan is embarrassed of you/, his mind taunts. /Why would he want to be with you when he’s in a happy, straight relationship that the media eats up? That the fans love?/

Katsuki sends him a /good morning, beautiful/, and Izuku bites his bottom lip, pettiness taking over as he types out his response.

/I thought you were breaking up with her?/

Izuku slams his phone down after he hits send, immediately regretting it, because he’s just sounding like an insecure, obsessed loser now. It’s not like Katsuki ran into Ochako on patrol on purpose, but his heart still pangs with jealousy and guilt.

/I’m going to/, Katsuki sends back, followed by a /I’m not just gonna pull her aside after being hounded by the press together and say ‘hey, by the way, I’m breaking up with you’/

Izuku types out /why not?/ before erasing it and leaving the blond on read.

He closes his eyes, counting backwards from 10. He’s not going to act like a desperate whore - he gave Katsuki his demands, and if the blond wants to be with him, it’s his turn to follow through. Izuku is done begging.

He quickly unlocks his phone and blocks the blond’s number before he can think twice - he’d told him not to come crawling back until he breaks things off with Ochako, and he intends to hold that resolve.

His stomach is tight with nerves all day, even as he suits up for his own shift later that evening.

The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden glow on the buildings surrounding him as Izuku walks the streets in the shadier side of town.

The sidewalks here are mostly desolate, only a few sketchy-looking souls wandering by, and Izuku takes the quiet time to overthink, of course.

He’s dejectedly kicking a rock down the road when his phone dings with a doorbell notification.

He opens the app, his heart in throat when he sees Katsuki standing at his door holding a bag of takeout, his hair messy and his eyes puffy with what appear to be dried tears.

“Crap,” Izuku says, biting his bottom lip.

Katsuki pulls out his phone, clearly trying to call him before being sent straight to voicemail.

“I’m an idiot,” the blond whispers, barely picked up by the shitty doorbell microphone.

He places the food by the door, and walks away.

Izuku fights every bit of his heart screaming at him to call Katsuki, because it’s not his place. It’s not his place to be Katsuki’s side bitch anymore - it’ll only end in heartache, and he’s had enough of that seeing Katsuki with someone else.

“Just break up with her,” Izuku begs no one, staring at the screen even after Katsuki is long gone. “Please.”

-

Two days pass, and Izuku has become an expert at dodging Katsuki… until their patrol shifts align, and it all goes to shit.

“Why the fuck have you been avoiding me?” Katsuki whispers roughly, slamming Izuku against the wall in the locker room. “And you fucking blocked me. What the fuck?”

Izuku glares up at the blond, pushing him away. “I don’t owe you any type of explanation.”

“Yeah, you do,” Katsuki says, pulling at his own hair. “Izuku, I’m going fucking insane. Please talk to me -,”

“You said you were breaking up with her!” Izuku whisper-shouts, tears springing into his eyes. “And here we are, 3 days later -,”

“Fuck, Izuku,” Katsuki groans. “Do you see the shit the media is putting out right now? About us being this perfect ‘power couple’?”

“Why do you care so much about what the fucking media thinks?” Izuku cries, and he doesn’t give a shit if anyone hears - he’s done caring.

Katsuki doesn’t respond, running his hand through his hair with a deep sigh, and Izuku can see the bags underneath his eyes.

“You said you’re not ashamed of me,” Izuku continues, and there are definitely tears on his cheeks now. “So why?”

“I’m ashamed of my fucking self!” Katsuki shouts, and Izuku laughs mirthlessly. “Do you know how fucking pathetic I am? I couldn’t even admit that I’m gay, or bi, or whatever the fuck I am, to /myself/ until a couple weeks ago!”

“Ah, so you’re going with the classic ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ huh?” Izuku giggles between sobs. “Thought I deserved a little better than that.”

“You don’t deserve this,” Katsuki says gently, clasping Izuku’s hands in his own. “You don’t deserve someone who’s too much of a pussy to own up to his own sexuality.”

“That’s a lot of words just to say you’re embarrassed of the world finding out,” Izuku says quietly, and Katsuki lets the smaller man’s hands slip out of his own with no resistance.

TBC we’re in the thick of the angst now but I swear we will have a happy ending 🥹

Izuku pulls his bag further up on his shoulders, feeling like a baby as he stands on his mom’s doorstep, waiting for the short woman to answer the door and find him standing there sniffling pathetically.

“Coming!” She calls sweetly, shuffling to the door in her slippers.

“Hey, mom,” Izuku says softly when the door opens, revealing a kind-eyed Inko.

“Oh, my baby,” she coos, pulling him down into a hug. “What’s wrong?”

Izuku hiccups. “What do you do when you’re someone’s secret?”

Inko rubs his back gently, guiding him inside and sitting them down on the couch.

“Let me make some tea,” she says softly. “And then you can tell me all about it.”

-

Izuku has to physically stop his mom from stomping over to Mitsuki’s house and tattle-taleing on Katsuki like they’re five again.

“Mom, that’ll just make things worse!” Izuku cries, and Inko finally closes the door with a sigh to wrap him up in her arms on the couch again.

“He’s supposed to be your best friend,” Inko says, her eyes fierce. “When I see Katsuki again I’ll be knocking some sense into him. You can’t stop me from doing that.”

“Maybe he deserves that,” Izuku laughs, wiping his eyes. “But I don’t wanna cry to his mom like a baby, okay?”

“I just think Mitsuki deserves to know what a shithead her son is being,” Inko grumbles, but she respects her son’s wishes.

They sit there and watch some episodes of their favorite rom-com, Inko eventually breaking out the ice-cream much to Izuku’s delight.

“How about this,” Inko says. “We go on vacation for a few days, just you and me. Get your mind off of Katsuki.”

“I have hero stuff, mom,” Izuku says sadly, scooping some hot fudge into his mouth. “As much as I’d love to just get away for a bit, so many people rely on me, and -,”

“And that’s exactly why you deserve a break,” Inko says firmly. “It’s you and Katsuki’s agency - you don’t have to ask anyone for permission.”

“I’d have to let Kacchan know,” Izuku says meekly.

Inko holds up a finger and pulls out her phone.

“Mom, no,” Izuku begs, cold dread filling his stomach.

She just shoots him a stern look, and Izuku squeaks in fear, shoveling down ice cream to distract himself.

“Auntie?” Katsuki answers, because of course his mom has her phone on full blast. That’s just Izuku’s luck.

Katsuki’s voice sounds tired, sucked of all his usual attitude, and Izuku’s lips twitch into a frown.

“Hello, Katsuki,” Inko says coldly. “Izuku and I will be going on vacation for a few days. I’m sure you can handle the agency by yourself for a bit, seeing as how you’re so good at multi-tasking.”

The line is silent for a few tense seconds, and Izuku feels the ice cream in his belly threatening to come up.

“I’m sorry,” is all Katsuki says, quiet and regretful. “Have a nice vacation.”

Inko hangs up without so much as a curt goodbye.

“See?” She says, giving Izuku a bright smile. “So, where are we going?”

“Remind me to never get on your bad side,” Izuku says, laughing nervously. “How about… California?”

-

The sun feels like a warm kiss after the long plane ride, and Izuku feels like a kid again as he throws himself into the salty water in that leads up to the little beach house they’re staying at.

His mom snaps a picture from the shore just as he turns around with a sunny grin, the setting sun highlighting his silhouette.

“Oh, that’s a good one!” His mom squeals. “Your butt looks great, honey!”

“Mom!” Izuku shouts, blushing bright red.

-

Call this the most shameful boner of Katsuki’s life, because there’s no reason he should be sporting a hard-on just from peeping an Insta/gram photo of Izuku at the beach.

The small hero’s short swim trunks are wet and clinging to his skin, his bubbly ass and thick thighs on full display, showing off his little waist and lean back muscles.

And god, that smile. That smile could make Katsuki’s worst day better.

He definitely doesn’t jerk off while picturing Izuku in every position they’ve ever fucked in, because that would be pathetic.

-

Izuku signs some autographs and takes a few selfies at the airport as he drags their luggage behind him, feeling lighter than he has in a long time.

His shoulders and nose are bright red, his mom scolding him for not using enough sunscreen, and he just laughs and points out her burnt forehead.

“I needed this,” Izuku says softly as they wait at their gate, his head resting on his mom’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

Flying back home, to Katsuki, feels both terrifying and exhilarating, his heart and brain at war over the idea of seeing the blond again.

He goes home that night, leaving his mom’s house with his luggage and a heavy heart.

And so, when Katsuki gets wind of his landing, it’s no surprise when the blond shows up at his door with those apologetic eyes that Izuku hates so much, because they hold every single bit of power over him.

And it’s no surprise that nothing has changed, because Katsuki hasn’t broken up with Ochako.

And it’s no surprise that Izuku folds, in more ways than one, contemplating his life choices as Katsuki pounds him into his own bed.

He moans like a whore, pushing his ass back into every backshot desperately, clutching the sheets as Katsuki peppers his neck with filthy kisses.

His mom’s gonna kill him.

TBC

The last thing Izuku expects to hear out of Ochako’s mouth the very next day is -

“We need to talk.”

She says it in passing, brushing past him with a serious look, and Izuku’s heart absolutely plummets to his stomach.

She knows. She knows. She fucking knows.

Izuku is the worst fucking friend ever, and she knows. She’s about to air him the fuck out, receipts and all. Post the screenshots on Twit/ter and Insta/gram -

He meets her in the locker room after their shifts, the air tense.

Ochako sighs. “I think I’ve known for a while.”

Izuku swallows, unable to get the right words out of his mouth. Unable to get /any/ words out of his mouth.

“I’m s-,” he starts, preparing for the beatdown of a lifetime.

“I think I like girls,” Ochako blurts out, suddenly looking like the guiltiest person in the world, like Izuku wasn’t about to apologize for fucking her boyfriend.

“What?” Izuku asks in a small voice, because he has to say /something/ and not just sit there relieved to death.

“How’d you know you like men?” Ochako asks, her cheeks pink as she pulls at her hair in frustration.

“I, um,” Izuku says, coughing. “I realized when I kissed a girl and didn’t feel anything. And when I kissed Monoma behind the bleachers at UA, it felt… right. Better.”

Ochako nods. “Y-you can’t tell Katsuki, or a-anyone - I was drunk and hanging out with Tsu, and it j-just happened -,”

Izuku pulls her into a hug.

“It felt right,” Ochako sobs against his shoulder. “Like you said.”

They’re silent for a minute or two, and Izuku is sure she can hear his heart thudding wildly in his chest, but she doesn’t mention it.

“I have something to tell you, too,” he says softly. “And I’m s-,”

“Code five!” Someone screams from the hallway, and the two of them tense up and pull apart, eyes meeting grimly as they fasten their uniforms. “All available heroes to 94th and main!”

-

The shark-like villain is dragged away in chains, his unconscious body loaded into the back of a box-truck the police had to rent to fit his massive form.

Izuku’s uniform is torn in multiple places, exposing his skin as he pants with exertion.

He looks around for Ochako, his heart in his throat, because he has to tell her. He’d been so close-

“Deku, how does it feel to be projected to take the number 1 spot at this weekend’s hero ranking ceremony?” A reporter materializes in front of him, shoving a mic in his face.

Izuku blinks. “Great! But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He’s mastered slipping into his pro persona over the years. “There are plenty of heroes deserving of the title, and the competition is fierce!”

-

Izuku arrives home that night with a bruised body and an even more bruised heart.

He finally opens his phone as he unlocks his door and finds about 50 texts and 30 missed calls from Katsuki and his mom.

/Are you okay?/ /Damnit Izuku, I know you kinda hate me, but at least let me know you’re okay./ /Please./

/Sweetie, I saw you fighting. You’re not hurt, are you?/ /Call me when you’re home./ /You better be safe, honey!/

And then, beneath the barrage of messages from those two, a pair from Ochako.

/He broke up with me./

/Is it bad that I’m relieved?/

Izuku’s back hits the door as he stumbles a bit, and he slides to the floor with the sudden, light feeling of relief that washes over him.

And then another text.

/He… told me everything, by the way./

Izuku’s eyes widen as another text comes in.

/I need some space for a while./

Izuku’s fingers are moving on their own.

/I’m sorry, Ochako. I should’ve told you. I’ve been a shitty friend./

Izuku waits for the buzz of another message.

/You have been./

/I’ll let you know when I’m ready to talk. I’m trying not to lose my cool right now. I’m staying with Tsu for a while./

Izuku nods like someone can see him as he types back.

/Okay. I’m sorry. I love you. Be safe./

And that’s the end of that, the message never sent, signifying that he’s been blocked. And he doesn’t find it in him to feel upset, because he should’ve been beaten, exposed, had his career ruined.

Instead, he’ll just have to live with the guilt of it.

There’s a tapping on the sliding glass door that leads to his balcony, his eyes jerking up to see Katsuki waving at him.

Izuku grimaces as he stands, the aches of the day finally catching up to him.

The air is cool when he slides the door open, Katsuki’s hair whipping in the breeze.

Their eyes meet for a moment, Katsuki’s face soft and much too handsome.

Izuku closes the door and uses float to begin to drift into the air towards the clear, starry sky, Katsuki watching him with a puzzled look.

He’s about fifty feet above his already high apartment before Katsuki gets the memo, blasting into the air after him.

“The fuck are you doing?” Katsuki asks, bewildered.

“Going really high up so I can beat your ass without destroying anything,” Izuku says calmly.

“Uh… okay,” Katsuki says. “Deserved.”

They go so far up that the air turns thin, their breaths caught in their throats.

“This is for taking so long,” Izuku says quietly, before punching Katsuki so hard he goes flying across the sky, catching himself with a few blasts as he wheezes.

Izuku is in front of him in an instant, roundhouse kicking him upwards with a crackle of green lightning.