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Today is September 13th. Izuku stares into the corner of his classroom while it bustles with the sounds of students working. He has paperwork to go over, he has things that need to be graded, and he would be doing those things just like any other day, if it weren't for the fact that today is September 13th.
“Hey Mr. Midoriya?”
Izuku jerks out of his stupor and focuses on the student in front of him. It’s Kota. He smiles.
“What’s up kiddo? Do you have a question about your coursework?” Izuku asks, and the kid grunts and shakes his head.
“No stupid. I’m the smartest kid in this class. You just… you look like you needed some help.” Kota scuffs the toe of his bright red sneaker on the ground, and glares at it like it personally offended him.
“Watch your language. And thank you, but I don’t need any help. What could I possibly need help with?” Izuku looks down at his desk and smiles again, gathering up some papers that need grading. His eyebrows pinch together, trying to keep the edges of his lips from sagging. He’s reminded of someone when he looks at the fiery kid in front of him.
“Well uh… I dunno. You're dumb and you need to focus on whatever stuff teachers focus on. Stop daydreaming.” Kota growls out. This kid reminds Izuku so much of a certain someone. It makes the crease between his brows deepen.
“Well, that’s no way to talk to your teacher Kota. Go sit down and worry about yourself. I’ve got it covered over here.” Kota makes a little “Tch.” sound under his breath, and turns on his heel. He stomps back to his desk and plops down in his seat with his arms crossed.
Izuku sighs.
He rubs his brows, trying to make that crease disappear.
He can never quite get it to go away.
He needs to focus. The fact that Kota even noticed something was off today…he's off his game. It’s been ten years, he shouldn’t still be so affected.
Even so, September 13th is hard every year.
The rest of the day flies past. He helps out a few more kids with the project he gave them, but his day is mostly taken up by grading.
The project was to write a paper about a hero that you admired. Izuku knows that when he was younger, he would have written a paper about All Might but…things are so different now. They’ve been different for ten years.
His chest clenches.
As Izuku is packing up his things after the school day is done, he hears a knock on his classroom door.
He closes his briefcase and goes to open the door.
It’s Kirishima. He’s in his hero costume, his bare chest on display. The most important part of his costume is gone right now though. It’s replaced by downturned lips and hollow eyes.
Izuku smiles, hoping it might cheer the hero up. He knows it’s September 13th, and so that makes it especially hard for Kirishima. He lost his best friend ten years ago.
Kirishima gives him a slight upturn of his lips.
“I was thinking you might want to go out for drinks, Izuku. They’re on me.”
Izuku feels his chest clench again. They do this every year, every September 13th.
“Drinks would be nice.”
They end up at a nice bar in downtown Musutafu. Izuku has burned through about four glasses of soju by now. He needs another. Kirishima is on his second glass of whiskey, and he's staring at it with this strange look in his eyes.
Izuku waves an unsteady hand in front of Kirishima’s eyes, and tells him he's gonna get another drink.
He walks up to the bar, and he thinks for a moment before waving the bartender over.
“Can I get a glass of brandy please?” The bartender nods with a soft grunt in acknowledgement, and turns to grab a bottle from behind him. Izuku stares at the back of his head, and notices the short blonde color to it, and the dark skin of his neck and shoulders. He has dark brown eyes, Izuku notices as he turns back around. If Izuku closes his eyes halfway, his blurry form almost looks like…
“When do you get off your shift?” Izuku asks before he has time to think it through.
The guy looks shocked for a second, but then pulls this lazy, cocky grin that looks so unnervingly like his that it makes Izuku’s skin crawl.
“Not even gonna ask my name first, huh cutie?” He draws out, and his voice is so similar to…his. It makes Izuku blush in embarrassment. He promptly apologizes, and asks for his name.
“It’s Victor. And your name?”
“Izuku. Izuku Midoriya.” Something in this guy's eyes changes then. There's something there he can’t put his finger on. Almost like something is hiding.
“You know Izuku, when I was younger, brandy was my favorite poison?” Victor asks. He passes the full glass to Izuku, who takes a sip. He feels the burn rushing through his chest, and it almost numbs the pain of the choices he will make tonight.
He needs this man to brush over old wounds like a scar healing salve. A salve that the scars aren't quite ready for, even after so long. Izuku will never admit it to anyone, not even himself, but he was in love with…with Kacchan far before they even entered UA. Some people may say that's wrong, some may say it's stupid and immature, but Izuku saw him as the brightest star in his sky. To suddenly lose that star was like trying to walk through muddy darkness with nothing to light his way.
Every year, Izuku was reminded of the fact that he still couldn’t quite see.
He was reminded of the fact that no one was brave enough to step up, and take his hand, and show him the way. The only person that was ever willing to challenge him like that was Kacchan.
He hasn’t been around since September 13th, ten years ago.
But this man will do for tonight.
Maybe, if Izuku is lucky, the ghost of a hand might brush his wrist in the darkness.
So Izuku looks this man in the eyes, and tells him that he will wait for him until after his shift. He notices that strange glimpse of something behind his irises again. That missing piece that’s almost clicked into place…but it isn’t quite there.
Izuku goes back to his and Kirishima’s table.
“What was that about?” Kirishima asks, a hint of mischief in his voice, out of place on his solemn lips, teeth and tongue. He saw the way that they seemed to be…flirting? Which is strange for Izuku, because he really hasn’t been dating since…
Actually, now that Kirishima thought about it, he doesn’t think Izuku has ever shown interest in anything except being a hero or going to UA.
“Oh, you know, just uh…wanted to see if he was free later. I mean, look at the guy.”
“There's something you're not telling me Izuku.” Kirishima clocked him right away. He knows that when Izuku starts to stutter and falter, he is either hiding something or flat out lying.
“I don’t think I want to tell you what I’m thinking about right now, Kiri. It’s…sometimes it’s even too much for me to handle.” With that last sentence, Izuku thunked his head down on the table.
“That’s what friends are for. We shoulder the burdens together. Come on Izuku, we learned about this in hero school. You rely on your comrades, no matter what or you end up…you end up…” Kirishima choked on his words, and ground to a halt. He brought a shaking hand up to rub his eyes, and pinch his nose to try and drive away that…suffocating feeling in his chest.
Izuku wrapped his own arms around his head, and began to shake. Not with the force of crying, not with laughter, not with fear, but with the force at which he was using to just keep himself together.
Kirishima, once confident he wasn’t going to break down crying, dragged his hand away from his tired face.
“Listen Izuku. I get you don’t like talking about the war, but it has been ten years. I’m not shaming you for the time you take to grieve, but there comes a point when it’s okay to ask for help with this. I know I needed a whole lot of help at first. I was angry and sad that…he was gone, that he left us, to deal with the fallout. That’s why I leant on the gang, the…the Bakusquad.” Kirishima gave a weak smile at the end of his rant, and Izuku had stopped shaking, and slumped fully onto the table.
“I’m sorry Kirishima, but I don’t think you will ever be able to understand.” Izuku lifts his head and looks into Kirishima. Everything in his eyes is carefully tucked away, covered by boundless pools of empty green.
Kirishima is suddenly struck with how tired Izuku looks.
Izuku is right in every way possible.
If Kirishima knew, he would never understand the boundless points at which Izuku cared for Kacchan. Izuku would have killed for Kacchan that day. He did kill for him, once he realized Kacchan’s body was gone.
Izuku doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes, his mind wanders.
The moment he arrived at the scene.
It was September 13th.
He was far later than he had wished he would’ve been.
Shigaraki was out of control, and almost everyone was incapacitated, and he…couldn’t see…where was…
At that point, his mind went immediately to the worst case scenario. Unlike him, and certainly unprofessional, but sue him. His reason for wanting to be greater, for wanting to become a better person, was nowhere to be found on a deadly battlefield.
He knew then and there that no matter what happened, Shigaraki would not be the cause of any more deaths. The only lives that would be lost would be All for One, and Shigaraki.
The plan of trying to save Tenko went out the window. Izuku just needed to do the job, and do it quickly.
Then he could find Kacchan.
The issue he ran into after the harsh, bloody battle, was that…Best Jeanist had seen Bakugou disappear into thin air. He had seen him be touched by Shigaraki, and they all knew what happened when Shigaraki touched someone with all five fingers.
Izuku had been in denial. It was like his mind reverted back to when he was on his own, on the verge of death, but trying to save everyone by himself. Everyone but himself. He searched for Bakugou for days. That’s all he did. He didn’t stop for water, he didn’t stop to sleep, for the ache in his stomach and mind and chest was just all too strong.
He knew that Kacchan was too strong to have been subdued by Shigaraki. He was the brightest burning star in all of history, as far as Izuku was concerned. He couldn’t be snuffed out.
He searched until his body gave out. He was found by a random pedestrian on a random sidewalk in the middle of nowhere, and the pedestrian called for help of course. He was brought to a nearby hospital, and he was given the help he needed by the doctors available. Eventually his classmates caught wind of where he was, and they contacted the hospital to have him brought to a more secure location.
He kept asking if anyone had found out where Kacchan had run off to after the battle. No one would give him a straight answer. Eventually, Mirio sat next to his hospital bed and told him that no one had found Bakugou because there was nothing to find. He recounted what he and the other hero’s fighting had seen.
Izuku got angry. If no one found a body, then who was to say he was actually dead? Not one of them knew his Kacchan like he did. He wouldn’t just…die. He wasn’t built for death, he was built for greatness. You could see it in his bright red eyes, in the slope of his eyebrows, in the way his lips formed that malicious grin. You could see it in the powerful slope of his shoulders, in the way he stood tall and laughed in the face of danger.
He always said he would be three steps ahead of Izuku at all times.
Where was he now, if he wasn’t in front of Izuku?
At this point, Izuku began to blow up at everyone, even his mother. She tried to do what she could to comfort him, but this was uncharted territory for her. She wasn’t sure why her Izuku could be acting like this. What Izuku felt during this moment in his life was pure rage, all the time. He couldn’t look at anyone who visited his hospital room. He didn’t want to eat or sleep or move or do anything. He just wanted to sit in his anger and pain and wait for Kacchan to come back. No one knew how to handle him, and since he wasn’t talking to anyone, no one knew what he was angry at.
Everyone settled on the conclusion that he was angry with the losses they suffered in the war. Yes, the war probably took a huge toll on him. After all, it was such a heavy weight to carry for a sixteen year old boy.
And all of that was true.
But what was really at the center of all the anger, were the questions of; Where had Kacchan gone? Why was his disappearance so heavy on Izuku’s heart? Why did he even care?
Why was he so angry?
Kacchan was always so rude to him. He never seemed to care about Izuku’s well being, all Kacchan cared about was winning.
All he cared about was becoming the number one hero, and surpassing Izuku.
But there was a point where he started to change.
Kacchan’s eyes became…softer, somehow. His brows stopped furrowing in horribly concealed anger whenever he saw Izuku.
He started calling Izuku by his first name, or at least trying to.
That was one thing Izuku never cared for about the way Kacchan began to almost…mature.
‘Deku’ was their thing. Izuku stopped seeing it as an insult after a while. He just saw it as a nickname, as a way for Kacchan to refer to him that was just his. Izuku wouldn’t ever say it, but it really rubbed him the wrong way when anyone other than Kacchan called him Deku.
It was Kacchans thing.
When everything seemed to be falling into place, and it almost felt like they were all going to survive and get a happy ending…
Izuku felt like his happy ending was right at his fingertips, but then…
Now it felt like it was so far from his grasp that he wouldn’t ever come to touch it ever again.
After all of this, ten years later, Kirishima looked at Izuku, and he saw someone entirely different from the boy he went to school with. He was not only a shadow of himself, but there was this hopeless air about him. It felt like if Kirishima asked too many questions or tried too hard to understand where Midoriya was coming from, he would be sucked into an implosion caused by Izuku himself.
Kirishima realized that he really truly wouldn’t ever be able to understand where Izuku was coming from. He finally understood how he wouldn’t ever be able to understand.
For the rest of their time together, Kirishima tried not to bring anything up about what happened ten years ago. He talked about how he and Mina were getting ready for their baby, but how he thought he really truly wouldn’t ever be ready for their first kid. That made Izuku laugh a little, because really, who's ever ready for a baby?
Kirishima swished the alcohol left in his cup. “Do you think you’ll ever start a family?”
The question from Kirishima felt like his heart was being squeezed.
Izuku bit his lip and clenched his hands around his drink. The truth was, he had thought about it a little. Ever since he gave up his dream of being a hero, he realized that he was getting really really…lonely. Without the comfort of his dreams, and the pull towards always being better, the pull towards being the greatest…He realized that he wanted to have a family more than anything.
He thought he would be fine with just his mom, but he realized she wasn’t going to be here forever. Eventually, he really truly would be all alone.
He knows the whole spiel of found family. It’s been given to him many many times, but his found family was healing from the devastation of the world almost ending, while he was left in the dust. He knows that it’s due to the way he misled them, but he still can’t help the way he feels a little forgotten about sometimes. He thinks sometimes(all the time), how different he would feel about all of this if Kacchan were still here.
Izuku likes to think that Kacchan and him always would have ended up together, no matter what. He thinks that maybe Kacchan would have asked him to start a hero agency together. He knows he would have said yes. Izuku thinks that maybe with all the extra time they would be spending together, that maybe they would get closer and closer until maybe…just maybe…they might end up going out one night. Maybe through drunk kisses and wandering hands, they might have finally gotten their shit together.
Or maybe through some strange twist of fate, Kacchan had always had feelings for him too, and he asked him off the bat to go on a date with him after the war. Maybe he said something like ‘I realized that I never want to come close to losing you like I did just then’, just with his own Kacchan spin to it. Izuku knows that he himself would have said those words to Kacchan, had he lived.
And yeah, he also thought of having kids with Kacchan, once they were old enough and available enough to care for a baby. He always imagined that he would get to learn all about their kids’ hair textures, what best ways to do their hair. He imagined all of them having Kacchan’s dominant genes, maybe with Izuku’s facial structure.
So yes, to answer Kirishima’s question, he had thought of having a partner. He had thought of the whole nine yards. However, if it wasn’t with Kacchan, then…Izuku didn’t want it.
“Yeah, I’ve thought about it.” He answered simply. It would be too much to tell him about his fantasies right now, even if his tongue was loose and he was almost ready to word vomit all over their table.
“Why haven’t you yet?” Kirishima sure was being bold tonight. “I know I’m scared, and you know I’m scared, but it really is wonderful to be able to see someone create another human. It’s wonderful knowing that you had a hand in creating life.” Way to dig the knife in deeper, Kirishima.
Izuku’s eyes drift back to his drink. He notices how empty it’s getting.
He remembers the lookalike bartender, and how he’s going to go home with him tonight, instead of going home to his own bed to wallow in his self pity.
“I don’t think there is anyone out there that I’d like to start a family with. You know I love kids, and I would do it on my own if I wanted to…but I just don’t.” Izuku had more to say, like ‘I wanted to do it with Kacchan’ and ‘I would probably have popped out three kids by now if Kacchan were here’, but he refrained.
Kirishima nodded, and thought for a moment. Izuku looked at his phone and realized how late it was getting.
“You know how late it is, right Kiri? Has Mina texted you?” Kirishima’s eyes widened. “I haven’t looked at my phone since I got here…” He reached for his phone and opened it, all the while his eyes seemed to be getting more frantic.
“Oh shit. She’s called me three times. I gotta go Midoriya, I’m so sorry but you’re right it really is late and you know Min-” Izuku cut him off. “No no no, it really is fine Kiri. I had plans after this anyways, I’ve got to do some work stuff you know?” Kirishima nodded while tugging on his jacket and grabbing his phone and wallet.
“I’ll cover your tab, so just get home to Mina. She needs you right now.” Izuku gave him a soft smile at his eagerness to get home to his wife. You don’t find doting husbands like him around anymore. Kacchan would have taken care of him, he thinks.
Kirishima runs out with a rushed hug and faint ‘Love you Izuku’ under his breath.
After Kirishima leaves, Izuku moves his stuff over to the bar. No shame in wanting a little eye candy, right?
He was drunk enough to where he could push the guilt about wanting someone other than Kacchan, on his memorial no less.
Besides, it’s not like the guy was complaining about feeling Izuku’s eyes on him. Victor, Izuku remembered. He mouthed his name, turning it around on his tongue. It sounded good, but his subconscious knew it wasn’t quite right.
Whatever. It would do for now.
He waved Victor over, and told him how he would cover the red haired guys tab. He explained that Kirishima had a family emergency so he had to rush home.
“Can I also get another glass of brandy?” He scratched his neck while handing his card over to Victor to pay for Kirishima.
“Course you can, pretty.” He grinned at Izuku, and his tongue darted out to lick his canines. It made Izuku shiver. He loved the way Victor’s dark lips outlined his sharp teeth. Victor's eyes yet again flashed with something, something that Izuku yet again couldn’t put his finger on.
There was also a flash of ravenous hunger in those eyes, and it made Izuku’s spine straighten and his thighs clench.
He really couldn’t wait for Victor to get off his shift. He could almost taste what was coming later, and after ten years of being dry, it really would be like a thunderstorm after a years long drought.
Literally.
“Do you have anyone that could maybe possibly come in to cover your shift now? It’s already late and I don’t know about you but uh…I’m drunk and horny and you're a very handsome man.” Izuku blushed after rushing all those words out. He hopes the man isn’t turned off by his eagerness.
“Well. Lucky for you, I get off in about ten minutes. I don’t have the fucking closing shift tonight, thank fucking god. So don’t get your pretty panties in a twist waiting for me, alright?”
Izuku is almost shocked by the brashness, and how shameless he is. Not for the fact that he's a prude or anything, but the overuse of the word ‘fuck’ really reminds him of Kacchan.
Actually, every single little thing about this man reminds him of Kacchan.
Izuku thinks maybe he needs to at least try to seem like he isn’t just using this guy to forget. “Well you're taking them off anyways, so why should it matter if they get twisted?” He blushes a bit at his own brashness, and has to look away from Victor’s intense eyes. He takes his bottom lip into his mouth and sucks a little. Nervous habit.
“Damn right. I’ve been staring you down all night, just thinking about it.” Victor moves his arms out of their crossed position and leans on the counter. His shirt dips down just enough for Izuku to glimpse his clavicle, and the definition of it makes him salivate.
Izuku smiles despite the fact that the alcohol is beginning to wear off, and he can feel guilt and shame peeking through. He brings his glass to his lips and finishes his drink, and savours the burn once more as it flows down his throat. He needs this.
He knows he does.
He has spent far too much time grieving for Kacchan. He’s wasting his life away. He could have had a huge family by now, he could be with someone who loved him.
Then again, he isn’t quite sure if he could ever give another person what he gave Kacchan. All that love and devotion, the way he lived to solely follow Kacchan? Izuku knows that he can never replicate that for another person.
So, he swallows his guilt, and the lump that has ever so slowly been building in his throat, and he tells Victor to close his tab for the night. He’s going to wait for him outside.
So he pays, and then he walks outside to sit on the curb and think. He thinks that it’s about time he’s had a cigarette, with the way today has been going for him. It’s certainly been far easier than past years, but every year there's always that same lump, that same sinking-stinging feeling in his stomach.
He pulls out a cigarette.
He stares up at the stars in the sky, and the wonderfully shining moon. He sees the way some stars glimmer every now and then, and he sees how full and beautiful the moon is.
He wonders if someone out there is staring up at the moon right now. Someone like him, someone who has lost something so, so important. He wonders if they are trying to make steps forward, just like he is.
Izuku thinks, maybe it would be easier to just forget Kacchan ever existed.
It’s not often that he thinks like this, but when he does, It’s because that pit in his stomach is starting to get so large that it might suck his body in from the inside out. He thinks sometimes that his grief will be the end of him. He will die alone, and he will die unhappy with the way he wasn’t able to move on from that man.
But for the first time ever, Izuku will try to forget about Kacchan tonight. For the first time in his entire life, he will try his best to put himself first.
Yeah, maybe the only way Izuku will be able to move on is with a Kacchan lookalike.
Maybe Izuku actually can’t do this.
He takes a really long drag from his cigarette, and then exhales, looking away from the moon and across the street. He stares at nothing, and his fingers clench tighter on his cigarette. He takes one last puff of his cigarette, before stubbing it out on the ground. He needs to get a hold of himself.
He thinks he will enjoy tonight.
He takes a deep breath, wrings his hands, and then rubs his hands through his hair to try his best to save the mess it always becomes. It’s then that he hears keys jingling, and steps behind him. The presence he feels is warm and inviting, almost sultry. Immediately, his face heats up and he tenses.
Hands land on his shoulders.
“Are we going to my place or yours, pretty boy?” Victor's breath is hot on his chilled ear, and the way his voice is so growly…Izuku turns red as a tomato.
He thinks that he needs this man on him in the next five minutes.
“How about yours?”
He doesn’t want to embarrass himself when Victor sees all the hero merch he has stockpiled. He wants this to go smoothly.
Victor's hands trail down to his waist, and they lift him off the ground like it’s nothing. Which he knows it isn’t nothing, he’s kept his build over the years, even if he technically has no use for it. He likes the way it looks on him.
He turns around to face Victor, and takes on a serious tone.
“Before we get too um…into it, I just want you to know that I’m transgender. And also a virgin.” He closes his eyes and hopes he isn’t about to be rejected, because him hyping himself up would have been for nothing.
“Doesn’t matter to me.” His hands go to Izuku’s waist, just to hold him steady.
“Oh. Okay, good.” Izuku looks down in embarrassment at his lackluster response, but he really just couldn’t say anything else. There is a bit of a pause, and then Izuku turns back to Victor’s face. There's that look behind his eyes again, and he seems to have zeroed in on Izuku’s face. He looks so focused.
“So where’s your place?” Victor seems to be startled out of a trance, and he nods down the street. “That way.” Okay. Good. The sooner that they can get behind a closed door, the sooner Izuku can finally feel some sort of relief.
Izuku again, ignores that stupid, unforgiving pit in his stomach, and grabs Victor’s hand to lead him in the direction he nodded toward.
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As soon as they make it through the front door of Victor's apartment, Izuku is shoved against the door, and Victor's tongue is in his mouth. Their hands are exploring, and Izuku’s travel up Victor’s strong back as he pushes Izuku’s lower back into an arch.
Izuku’s head is strained backward so that Victor can get that perfect angle, and it feels like he’s going to consume him if he isn’t careful. Izuku makes a noise as Victor’s leg slots itself between his thighs. He’s at the perfect height to grind down into him, and he feels Victor’s own interest against his hip.
Izuku makes a noise and unceremoniously shoves the other away, only to pull him back in and rip his jacket off. As soon as he does that, Victor has his mouth back on him and he's taking Izuku’s own jacket off, and Izuku is being led by him down a hallway and into a bedroom.
Victor pulls back again once they are in what looks like his bedroom, and he has such heat in his eyes. He looks like a predator. Victor leans down and licks from Izuku’s chin to his mouth, all while making direct eye contact with Izuku. It shouldn’t be as attractive as it is, the confidence that this man has.
But Izuku straight up moans into Victor’s mouth when he does it, and his eyelids flutter. He’s been making little gasping noises every now and then, but nothing that loud.
At this point, he doesn’t even care. He starts to lift Victor's shirt up his body, and then they break away from their kiss once more so that he can get it over his head.
With his shirt off, there's so much more to see and feel. Izuku feels up from his toned waist to his soft chest, and he grabs at the pecs there. God, they feel so good and Izuku kneads the flesh. It earns a grunt from Victor, and he pushes him up against the door with a loud thud. Izuku runs his hands over his shoulders and up to his jaw. The way Victor's tongue is moving against his own is making him slowly lose track of how much he just wants to feel the man in front of him.
Then Izuku realizes how much he really wants to feel this man. Inside and outside of him, he wants him so much it feels like a need.
He pulls away and gasps for breath. “Victor, I need you now. Take me, take me please.” He grips needily under the man's arms and back, and leans his head back against the door to look into Victor’s eyes with as much need as he can possibly muster.
Victor's chest heaves, and his forehead already looks a little shiny with sweat.
Izuku can smell him, and it drives him a little wild.
Izuku waits until Victor makes a move to pick him up under his thighs, and he cooperates with his legs around Victor's trim waist. He wraps his arms around his neck, and drives his hips forward into Victor's lower stomach. He grunts with the effort, and the unsatisfactory pleasure.
One of Victor's hands goes to his backside to hold him up. The other goes under him and lightly caresses his slit through his pants. It’s maddening.
“Bed.” It’s all he’s able to gasp out as Victor's head leans down to his collar bone and begins to suck and lick.
Victor obeys, and sets him down rather gently on the bed in the center of the room. He leans back and Izuku lets go of him. A string of spit connects them as Victor pulls away, and Izuku pants for a moment. He brings his arm up to cover his blushing face.
Victor begins to work him out of his shirt. He pulls Izuku’s arm away from his face, and when Izuku opens his eyes, all he sees is passion in Victor's face. It makes him all the more wet, and he tries to clench his legs together.
Victor pries his thighs apart, and settles his torso between them. He stares Izuku in the eyes, and makes sure he's watching him when he begins to kiss lower on Izuku’s stomach. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees Izuku’s belly button piercing, and Izuku shrinks in embarrassment. He surprises Izuku by leaning down and taking it between his teeth, and tugging on it.
“Pretty.” Is all he says, looking up at Izuku.
Izuku has to look away from Victor's face so that he doesn't look like an idiot with the way he’s admiring the blonde man. Instead, Izuku focuses on the feeling of his tongue slowly trailing to his navel, and the fingers peeling back the waistband of his pants.
When Victor finally gets a full hand into his pants, he goes around to Izuku’s backside and works the pants down that way. Izuku is breathing heavily all while he’s doing this, specifically from how hot it is to be with someone who's so experienced.
When Izuku's pants are down to his knees, he flushes further when he realizes that his wetness is visible from an outside point of view. Victor seems to grin in delight, and he makes eye contact with Izuku once more. He lowers his face to Izuku’s crotch, and bites down on the hem of his panties. He slowly drags them down Izuku’s fat thighs, and then rips them the rest of the way off.
Victor takes each of Izuku’s thighs in hand, and places them on his shoulders, before promptly burying his nose right where Izuku is sensitive. It makes him throw his head back and moan aloud, in such a wanton and needy tone. He threads his fingers through the man's coily and short blonde hair, and just holds him there.
Victor sighs and breathes him in, nose still right up on his clit. He nuzzles in further, and the pleasure resulting sends an electrical jolt through Izuku’s spine. It makes his toes curl and his joints tighten. It reminds him of the pull of old wounds.
Izuku feels his tongue dart out of his mouth to lick a long stripe from his hole up through his folds.It makes him shake, and he whines at the feeling.
“Please for the love of god, do not stop.”
Izuku feels him grin in satisfaction. He continues his ministrations, and closes his eyes in concentration. This allows Izuku to really look at him without embarrassment, and examine the handsome lines of his face. The way his jaw works, and the way he keeps breathing deeply. The way his blonde eyebrows pull together.
All too soon, Izuku feels that familiar pull in his tummy. He gasps loudly and has to lose sight of Victor's angular face as he throws his head back in pleasure. Pleasure so intense that he nearly forgets his own name, and he actually forgets about all he had been thinking about that night.
His gasps get shorter, and closer together, and Victor opens his eyes to take in the utter beauty under his tongue. He pulls Izuku's thighs tighter around his face, and one of his arms winds around to his navel. He places gentle pressure, and Izuku jerks from the unfamiliarity of it.
Izuku outright sobs when the pressure becomes all the more powerful, and he feels pleasured tears slip down his cheeks. He had no clue sex could feel this good.
That coil in his tummy pulls tighter and tighter until his legs shoot straight, and with them his orgasm. He's actually sobbing from the overstimulation now, and weakly tugging Victor away by his short hair, only for him to nuzzle in further. He digs the tip right into Izuku’s clit, in that perfect way that he’s learned Izuku loves.
Izuku’s neediness is growing rapidly, and he outright flails when Victor starts to suck directly over his hole, and he knows his face is so red and he probably looks so messy with the way he’s sobbing, but he can’t find the strength to care. Not when this beautiful dark skinned man is between his legs, worshipping him and showing him what heaven feels like.
“Stop, stop, oh my god you’re being so mean Victor, I can’t handle it-” He’s cut off by his own whimper as Victor finally pulls away, and he settles his lean torso right over Izuku’s. Izuku grabs at him, and the weight of him feels so similar to what he can imagine Kacchan’s would have felt like-
He digs his face into Victor’s shoulder and holds him so tightly. Tight enough that it's almost hard for Victor to breathe, but he can sense that Izuku needed to feel grounded in this moment. The strong hug and the feeling of Izuku’s tear stricken face in his shoulder drags him back to himself.
“Is everything okay baby?” Victor asks as he wraps his own arms around Izuku’s waist, and he sits back on his heels.
“Mhm.” He feels izuku begin to pull back from his shoulder, but Victor puts his hand on the back of his head to keep him there.
“Let me do the work. You need to relax, idiot. You were so high strung when I met you at the bar, and it’s my mission to get rid of that tension.”
Izuku nods as a response, and when Victor reaches under the both of them to free his own arousal from its confines, he allows him to brush the thick head up against his hole. He isn’t in any need of more wetness, as it was already dripping out of him. Victor probably could have slipped right in if it weren't for the sheer girth of his manhood.
“Please Victor. I don’t care if it hurts, I need you now.” Victor breaths a deep sigh. Just to check where Izuku was at with how relaxed he was, he slips two fingers into his hole, and a third soon follows easily.
It would have to do.
Victor grunts as he lines himself up with the curled up man, and slowly, ever so slowly slips his tip inside the tight hole. It makes a strangled noise rise in his throat, and Izuku’s head rises from its position on his shoulder. His eyes are lidded, and his bottom lip is dropped open so that Victor can see his little pink tongue.
Victor tilts his head, and Izuku understands the question without a single word having to be uttered. Another thing for him to add to the list of things that remind him of Kacchan.
Izuku nods his head, and Victor guides Izuku down yet another two thick, heavy inches of his cock. He’s barely a third of the way down, and god does it feel amazing already. It feels like the air from his lungs is stolen by this absolute monster sinking into him. He's not all too mad about it though.
He makes small pleading noises for more, please oh please with his head thrown back and his fingers digging into Victor’s shoulders. He had to slowly loosen his tight grip around his neck, because by god the man was huge and Izuku couldn’t quite get all the way down his cock when he was holding onto him like that.
After a few excruciatingly long minutes, Izuku is finally seated at the base of Victor's arousal, and Izuku swears he can feel it against his cervix because he knows for a fact that whatever it’s touching is not his g-spot.
It makes Izuku writhe, and he feels a pressure on the inside of his belly button and he’s already so close to coming undone yet again. He needs to last longer this time though.
He’s finally ripped from his ecstasy induced haze, and he looks at Victor's face. His eyes are clenched shut tightly, and he feels the steel grip he has on Izuku’s hips. His jaw is clamped shut, and his thick lips are twisted into a soft snarl. It shouldn’t feel as hot or as good as it did. To have such a large man at his wits end, all due to how tight Izuku was and oh god if he doesn’t stop clenching like that-
Izuku’s hands try to soothe the tension from Victor's strong shoulders, and when that doesn't work, he works his fingers into the tight coils of his hair. He massages his scalp, and Victor’s eyebrows finally un-crease and he all but falls forward on top of Izuku. It somehow pushes his dick deeper, and Izuku's toes clench at the feeling, and his eyes almost cross.
Victor begins to steadily rock into him in slow, deep thrusts. He repositions Izuku’s legs so that they are spread wide, almost in a split. It makes him hit all the deeper, and Izuku has stopped making those strangled gasping sounds. Now, he whimpers any time Victor drags out, and moans when he slides back home.
Izuku’s hands start to scrabble at the sheets behind his head, and he thanks whatever god might be out there that Victor wasn’t restraining him. He needed to have an outlet to express the amount of pleasure in him right now.
Izuku isn’t of sound mind right now, but when he is, he’ll be embarrassed at the way he’s sputtering insistent nonsense. At some point, his mind goes past the point of remembering anything that was happening at that moment, and that’s when Victor really started to get heavy with his words.
“You’re being so good for me Dek-Izuku, oh fuck.”
“Yeah, you like that?” He would say, rocking his hips just right, and Izuku thinks that he almost feels him push into something forbidden inside him. Izuku would nod vigorously, and squeal as that made Victor groan and rut harder into his tight cunt.
“Fuck yeah baby, tightest little pussy I’ve ever had. You know I’ll keep coming back to you just for a taste of this sweet cunt, god y’ur so sweet-” and at this point , Victor was drooling with the way Izuku seemed to clench tighter with every word he uttered.
Then Izuku finally did what he had been trying to avoid doing since he got this mans mind numbing dick in him.
“Oh fuck, Kacchan, Daddy, you hit so good-” and he doesnt even notice his mistake, because Victor changes his angle and hes rubbing back and forth over all of Izuku’s hidden spots. Victor throws his head back at the utterance, and pulls his cock all the way out of the slip and slide he’s seated in.
He takes Izuku by the waist and flips him all the way over onto his tummy, and thrusts right back into him. Izuku squeals and arches, clawing at the sheets and biting into the pillow by accident.
Izuku’s delirious at this point, and doesn’t even realize that he keeps calling Victor Kacchan and that Victor seems to be into it?
With the glorious way that Victor’s cock keeps rubbing into him at this new angle, Izuku knew he probably had about a minute more of this before he came all over himself. Victor seemed like he would be lasting the whole night, and Izuku finds himself excited by the thought. Victor’s panting above him, and his thighs flex with the swing of his hips down into Izuku. He’s got a grip on Izuku’s hips that pushes his tummy into the mattress, but pulls his butt up to meet his merciless thrusts.
All at once and randomly, Izuku definitely feels him push past his cervix. It almost shocks him out of his stupor, because what the hell? It also almost makes him yelp from the shock of it, but he doesn’t and it makes the pleasure all the more intense. How? He isn’t sure at all, but when you're getting the best and only dick of your life, you don’t tend to think of the consequences of someone breaking through your cervix.
That’s a problem for future Izuku.
Izuku starts making these strange, drawn out, animalistic howls, and he buries his head in the white pillows in front of him to try and stem the flow. Victor grabs the back of his head and drags it upwards, also forcing his back into a deeper arch, and pushing the fat of his ass perfectly into Victor's hips.
“You scream exactly like I always thought you would. Like a little bitch for me to breed. You never had a dick like this in your life, have you, Deku?”
If the degradation didn't make him cream all over that fat cock, the name that was uttered from his lips did.
Because what the shit. He couldn’t even feel the way his stomach dropped through his orgasm, and he didn’t get a chance to even think about mulling over the way Victor knew just what to say to push his buttons. How did he know?
Then Izuku’s eyes fluttered shut, and he was out like a light.