Bkdk a/b/o - a!ph!bkg/o!ql!stripper!dk
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.
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.”
“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.
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?
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.
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.
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/.
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.”
“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.
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.
“I think I’m in love with both of ‘em,” Kirishima sighs, watching them move.
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