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Izuku is pretty sure he isn't gay.
He's in a frat and is on the basketball team for his college for god's sake; if he was gay, he would've known by now with the amount of times he's seen dicks out and about in the open (which is more than he would like—he's lost count already and that's saying something). Izuku has seen Shoto's bare ass in the locker room more times than he has seen his mom at this point. And of all those times, Izuku has never ever, gotten even the tiniest bit turned on.
But he can't get his best friend, Bakugo Katsuki, out of his damn head.
It's been a lot worse now that Katsuki came out as gay to him. Izuku should have seen it coming really, Katsuki was never intrested in girls throughout their childhood.
Even in middle school, when Izuku attempted to coax Katsuki into girl talk, it had fell flat. Izuku had even tried to make it tempting by offering to spill all the details about his crush on Ochako at the time, only for Kacchan to scoff and say, 'Who gives a shit, idiot. Focus on your literature homework.'
At first, Izuku thought that Katsuki was too focused on school to think of girls, and how admirable was that! Kacchan had always been kind of a nerd, even if he vehemently denies it. Izuku is one too, but he also happens to excel at physical activities. It was kind of hard to make fun of someone's nerdiness when they were built like hercules—Kirishima's words, not his.
Katsuki, on the other hand, stuck to the sidelines. He was content in keeping his nose stuffed in a book and keeping to himself. Katsuki and Izuku remained best friends all these years in spite of their physical differences though, it didn't matter if their interests diverged. Some people thought they were an odd duo, a loud frat boy and the quiet straight A student hanging out on campus was bound to turn heads, but Izuku never cared for people's opinions.
Izuku has never been curious about gay sex before either but now that he knows Katsuki is gay, he can't stop his brain from thinking about how it would work for two guys to do it. And who can blame him? He's trying to understand his best friend better. Izuku prides himself on being an excellent fucking ally, one that cares enough to understand the intricacies of gay love making.
Besides, Kacchan is just so damn cool! He was brave enough to come out as gay despite the narrow world view some people continue to have in their country. That's so like Kacchan to not give a shit what anyone else thinks.
And sure, Izuku knew of other gay people. Take into account: Denki, super openly pansexual, and that's not the only person in his frat that's gay. Izuku knows many more members that are gay, bisexual, pansexual, asexual (Shinso taught him that term), etc.—at the end of the day, they are still his brothers.
Izuku is super open-minded like that, but to think his best friend of all people is gay—it's just so fucking awe inspiring, genuinely.
Therefore, if Izuku casually watches gay porn every night, that doesn't make him gay, it was only to keep himself informed, because what if Kacchan wanted to confide in him about sexual stuff like bros normally do and Izuku looked like a fucking idiot if he didn't know how gay sex works? That would be terrible. Super ignorant too.
Izuku is confident in his own sexuality and masculinity to be educating himself for his best friend. Sometimes he ends up getting hard thinking about Kacchan watching those kind of lewd videos or wondering which ones he would like the best, but that's no one's business because everyone knows erections aren't indicative of sexuality. You can get an erection anytime, anyplace. He was just excited to think about Kacchan and him being close and sharing interests again, is all. Yeah, that's it.
He just wants to bond with best friend on this sort of thing. That's natural.
"Listen up bros, from now on, we're hosting a pride month party every year." Izuku says randomly one night in their living room, empty pizza boxes were littered across the floor, a football game casually playing on the TV in the background. Izuku clasps his hands and closes his eyes with a self-assuring smile that said, 'yup, I'm such an inclusive guy.'
Denki raises his brow, looking up from his nintendo switch as he sprawls deeper into the couch. "Why all of a sudden? Pride month already passed, you're a month late brochacho."
Shinso yawns, making a grumpy face when Izuku blocks the TV. "Don't tell me this has something to do with Bakugo coming out last week?" He cranes his neck to see the game, but Izuku simply steps aside to block his view again. Shinso sighs in defeat, choosing to finally give his attention to Izuku, "Who gives a damn, it's the twenty-first century. It's not like it was a secret anyway, I mean look at the guy."
"Wait, Bakugo wasn't out?" Sero looks up from his phone, he was laying on the communal bean bag chair in the corner of the living room.
Izuku frowns. Did everyone else know Kacchan is gay before him? That's not possible, no one knows Kacchan like he does. That really rubs Izuku the wrong way.
"Guys, come on. As a frat, we have to be supportive of gay folks." He shook his head in disapproval of Shinso's comment. "Coming out is never easy, no matter what year it is. Also, never use stereotypes to determine if someone is gay, it's not cool."
"I don't know…" Sero says with an unsure tone, "I think only gay men wear cardigans and doc martens."
Katsuki only wore that cardigan one time, and it was only because his mom bought it for him. Moreover, Izuku wears cardigans all the time, does that make him gay? No. And Katsuki's combat boots are awesome, it makes him look all punk and exotic. Izuku was about to voice all that until Denki opened his mouth first.
"No one threw me a pride month party when I came out." Denki mumbles, sounding only a tad bit jealous. "How come Kacchan gets one?"
"Don't call him that." Izuku says with too much force, his arms crossing at the audacity of his fellow brother. He clears his throat and continues his spiel with a fresh upbeat attitude. "Besides, this isn't just for Kacchan! This is to show everyone how open Sigma Chi is to all sexualities and identities."
"Uh huh." Denki and Shinso look at each other unimpressed, sharing a signal Izuku cannot decipher for the life of him.
He decides he doesn't like that shared look—it was like they didn't care for this. How is it that Izuku, a cisgender straight man, cared more for pride than his own queer brothers?! "You know for people that are a part of the LGBTQ+ community, you guys are really judgmental!" Izuku reprimands, hands on his hips. "Learn to be more like me: an ally to the community."
"Sure, an ally and nothing else." Denki covers his shit eating grin with his switch. Shinso nudges the blonde with his shoulder, smirking right at him.
"Yup!" Izuku says proudly, smile bright enough to blind.
Denki's smile falters, smacking his forehead in frustration—his jab went completely unnoticed, right over Izuku's head.
"Hm, I don't think he caught that." Sero supplies unhelpfully.
"I, on the other hand, think that this is a fantastic idea Midoriya." Iida's voice booms from the kitchen, he carried a green smoothie protein shake in his hand as he entered the living room—it was one of those weird spinach, kale, egg, and protein powder concoctions, yuck. But Iida said they were the secret to his recovery as a track athlete. "We're already an inclusive frat but we're not advertising it, it wouldn't hurt to make it known that we're a safe space on campus. As your vice president, you've got my stamp of approval!" Iida gave a thumbs up.
"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Iida!" Izuku thanks him gratuitously, pointing at him with his hand. "See?" He half-glares towards the direction of the couch where Shinso and Denki were, "Someone here sees my vision."
"Two straight men, mind you." Denki mutters to Shinso.
Shinso rolls his eyes, quoting the air, "Straight."
Izuku ignores them, he values the opinion of all his brothers but this was bigger than them this time.
It mattered not what his frat brothers said, Izuku threw that damn party. He made sure to hire drag queens, male, female, and genderqueer strippers (to be inclusive of all sexualities of course), and he played tunes from a 'pride party essentials' playlist he found on spotify. The party was a raging hit obviously like all of his frat parties are, but most importantly, this specific party is inclusive for his best friend.
At the end of the day, that's what truly matters to Izuku, that Kacchan feels like he belongs.
Izuku knows despite how close Katsuki and him are, they don't exactly have much time to spend doing an activity they both actively enjoy.
For example, both of them love super hero comics, All Might especially, they love studying for their majors together, and they love watching movies. But with how busy both of them are—Izuku juggling basketball practice, frat meetings, and gym, while Katsuki balanced a lab internship on top of his studies—it was hard for them to do things together.
However, now that Katsuki needs his support more than ever, due to his recent coming out, Izuku brought it upon himself to plan a movie marathon with his best friend. In classic Izuku fashion, he may have misjudged his ability to remain pocker faced during heartbreaking film scenes, he didn't expect the first movie in the list to have him bawling on Katsuki's couch.
"That was so freaking sad." Izuku blew his nose into a tissue.
Katsuki pats Izuku's shoulder gently, though his face still wore a tired expression. "Hey crybaby," He says softly, "It was just a movie."
Shouldn't Izuku be comforting Katsuki, not the other way around? Katsuki was the gay one after all. Not that gay people are crybabies but this movie should have hit harder for Katsuki considering… Ah oh well, Izuku is a sentimental soul, especially when it came to sad movies—Brokeback Mountain is no exception.
"It was your idea to have a gay movie marathon." Katsuki continues, a weary sigh threatening to escape his throat, "Why did you pick such a sad one to start with huh?"
"Because I searched up 'top ten iconic gay movies to watch' and Brokeback Mountain was the first on WatchMojo's list. I wanted Kacchan's first gay representation to be good." He sniffles.
"Tch, nerd." Izuku expects Katsuki to accompany that insult with a usual smack to his head but it never comes, instead Katsuki pulls him into his space, rubbing his back rhythmically in soothing motions.
He lets himself be coddled by his best friend, it was rare to get such physical attention from the other so he was going to milk this for all it's worth. Plus it wasn't like he was faking it, he really is devastated from the movie!
Izuku wipes more tears from his cheeks. The events from the movie left him with an empty hole in his chest, he had to let Katsuki know how much he means to him, the fragility of life was more apparent after he saw what happened to Jack Twist.
"Kacchan, I would have run away to Mexico with you, just so you know." He says earnestly, voice wobbly.
Katsuki stiffens beside him. For a second, all that could be heard was Izuku's occasional nose blowing.
"Deku," Katsuki says carefully. "You know Jack and Ennis were… lovers, right?"
Duh, Izuku saw the movie from start to finish! He is not that clueless.
"It's important to me that you know that." Katsuki emphasizes.
"Yeah, so?" He furrows his eyebrows, not quite following where Katsuki was going with this. "All I'm saying is if I was Ennis I wouldn't have abandoned you, we'd be fishing in our shared ranch in Mexico for the rest of our lives. No homo intended and I mean that in the woke way, not the homophobic sense of the phrase."
Silence stretches a little too long for Izuku's comfort. He glances at Katsuki, who was deep in thought, blonde brows knitted tight.
"But…" The red eyed man says slowly, "that is kinda gay. 'No homo' doesn't negate how gay that sentence was."
He can't imagine living across the country from Katsuki, unable to hang out or spend quality time with his best friend—that's what he's trying to convey.
His future wife is going to have to accept that, just like Ennis's wife. Faced with an ultimatum of who to choose between his future wife and Kacchan, Izuku would choose Kacchan, no hesitation. Only because, he knows Katsuki the longest and what does he look like switching up on his day one for a random 'extra' as Kacchan would say.
He doesn't see how Kacchan doesn't get that. He cares for his friend. And it is not gay to care for your best friend.
What, we're going to uphold the patriarchy by saying men can't give their life for their bro now? What type of stereotypical nonsense was that?!
So Izuku said as such.
"Ugh, what the fuck ever." Katsuki groans, wriggling out of Izuku's snotty presence. "Since your hunky ass likes sports so much, let's watch Challengers next."
"But Kacchan, that's actually number ten on the list so—"
"Just play the fucking movie!"
Izuku nods fervently, blowing his nose one last time before rushing to play the next movie.
"Is it gay to say you would run away to Mexico with your best friend if he was facing homosexual persecution in the 1960's? Be honest." Izuku dribbles the basketball for a second, passing it to Shoto after consideration.
"Uh what?" Shoto held the basketball, to which Izuku kindly reminded him to keep the ball dribbling.
"Um, okay that's oddly specific but why does that sound familiar?" Kirishima rubs his chin, his face lighting up after a moment, coming to a sudden realization of where he has heard that before, "Wait, isn't that a scene from Brokeback Mountain?"
"That's a gay movie isn't it?" Shoto passes the ball to Kirishima. "So by association, yes, that is gay to say."
Izuku wasn't convinced. They haven't heard his side yet, it'll definitely clear up any confusion.
"But it's totally normal for a man to be worried about their best friend's safety and happiness." He counters, running behind Kirishima to steal the ball.
Kirishima dribbles the ball between his legs, preventing Izuku from snatching it. "In this scenario, are you fucking said best friend? Cause I'm pretty sure the main characters were fucking."
"Uh, I'm not sure." Izuku sputters, finding himself dumbfounded.
That wasn't really important to the hypothetical he posed per se, but regardless… the statement put a visual of Katsuki folded inside of a tent, pale skin bare, carmine lidded eyes staring back at him—and oh, a surge of something rushed down his sides.
Gahh, what is he thinking?! Keep your head in the game, Izuku.
Izuku was snapped back to reality by Kirishima's voice.
"Either way that's gay to say." Kirishima throws the ball to Shoto again.
Frustrated with the direction of the conversation, Izuku makes a move to gain control of the dribbling ball under Shoto's hand but before he could, Shoto took a shot. The ball rolled on the edges of the basket before going in, indicating a point for Shoto.
"Agreed." Shoto nods once, confirming the consensus between Kirishima and him. "It's gay."
Hm, well, that wasn't what he wanted them to say.
There's no way it's truly homosexual to have a close kinship with your bro. He knows his friends said yes but that made no sense whatsoever. Then how do you explain very good friends like Naruto and Sasuke in Naruto Shippuden or Reki and Langa in SK8 the Infinity?
He'll wait. Oh, silence? Exactly.
Bromance exists. Which is not gay.
Izuku will take the loss on this one, even though he still isn't fully convinced he is wrong.
Since the big coming out incident last month, Izuku has been trying to make everything inclusive for Kacchan.
It started with the pride party, then the movie marathon, but soon it derailed into buying gay merch like the rainbow and the MLM flag for Katsuki's wall—and yes, Izuku knows what the men loving men flag looks like, he studied all of the pride flags.
He even went to drag brunch with Kacchan, which was surprisingly more fun than he had expected, something about watching a man impersonate Hatsune Miku in full cosplay while digging into his omurice was an unforgettable experience!
Now, he's ready to take Katsuki to the next level: going to a gay club.
It took a lot of convincing on Izuku's part to get Kacchan to agree. Katsuki likes his alone time a lot, Izuku respects that.
Admittedly, Katsuki doesn't like loud places or parties in general but he didn't want Katsuki to miss out on gay activities all because Izuku himself was straight—it would be unfair.
Katsuki is so smart and intelligent, he's at the top of the chemistry department, he deserves to have fun too.
Technically speaking, Katsuki could go with Denki or Kirishima to these sort of things since they were friends too but Izuku wasn't fond of that idea. It is a best friend's job to accompany Katsuki's first times as a baby gay, a job filled by none other than Izuku, yours truly.
Izuku could feel the music in his chest reverberating as Katsuki and him drank shot after shot in the bar area.
There was glitter everywhere on the floor, the bartenders wore playboy bunny costumes which didn't leave much to the imagination, and there were a lot of people making out, like a lot—mostly men. Izuku can see why people would rather go to gay clubs than straight ones, they were much livelier!
"Kacchan let's dance now!" Izuku hiccups into the twelfth shot, making grabby motions with his hands just to pull on Kacchan's shirt.
Although Katsuki had been apprehensive when they first entered the club, the shots had loosened him up a bit, which is probably what made him agree and drag Izuku to the packed dance floor in the first place.
It's oddly intimate to have Kacchan hold his hand, leading him to the dance floor, pushing past the swarmed dancing bodies, once in a while checking behind him to see if Izuku was still there. He feels pampered in a way. This must be what girls typically feel when they get dragged somewhere by a handsome man.
Izuku should feel silly being pulled around, he's way beefier than Katsuki which makes him feel like he should be the one leading (he still has some toxic masculinity to deconstruct, alas he's not perfect) but Kacchan is taller by a hair and extremely confident in the way he moves, the subtle dominance was driving him dizzy.
Katsuki looks so pretty under the blue flashing lights of the club, his blouse is undone by two buttons which displays his soft skin and unblemished collarbones, like a blank canvas waiting to be painted on. Katsuki's blonde hair is all up and spiky, revealing his rarely seen forehead.
God, he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.
Izuku knows his friend is attractive—objectively, of course. You have to be blind not to see that.
So he knows Katsuki was going to be popular. In fact, he expected the predatory stares of hunger set on his best friend.
What he didn't expect however, and what was blinding his common sense, was the overwhelming urge to claw anyone's eyes that dared to lay on his Kacchan.
He wants to hide Katsuki in his pocket, especially when he catches a man basically eye fucking him. A twisted, ugly feeling blooms in his chest, trickling under his skin like hot thorned needles. He wants to kill that guy.
At the bare minimum, that guy should at least be classy about hitting on Kacchan—who only deserves the best. He shouldn't have to bear some pervy man ogling him, eughhh. It's making Izuku sick to the stomach.
"That guy's looking at you." Izuku whispers into Katsuki's ear making him turn to the man as well. Katsuki grunts in response, unimpressed by what he sees, Izuku's lip curls upward slightly.
"Does Kacchan think he's cute?" He asks, the displeased grunt answered his question but it didn't hurt to know for sure, the need to know was like an itch he couldn't reach unless Katsuki verbally answers.
If Kacchan said yes, then he would swallow the knot in his throat and be the best wingman ever, or die trying. If Kacchan said no, which is the ideal scenario, then he would follow his instincts and protect his best friend, as one does when faced with unwanted attention from creepy guys.
Katsuki hums, still swaying to the music, "nah."
Immediately, Izuku glares at the man undressing Kacchan with his eyes, then he steps closer to Katsuki, possessively dragging a hand on his lower back and pulling him close.
Izuku smirks in satisfaction when the man rolls his eyes and disappears into the crowd.
Ha, serves him right.
It's just him and Kacchan now, how it's supposed to be.
"Kacchan you're too pretty." He leans in close, breath hot. "Feels like everyone's eyes are on you."
Katsuki looks so amazing when he dresses up, not that he looks bad otherwise, but his attractiveness really shines with his glasses off. Izuku likes that he can look into Katsuki's eyes with no barrier between them.
The mean side of Izuku wishes Katsuki came to the club in his nerdy 'I wear this shirt periodically' tee, baggy gray sweats, and geeky reading glasses so no one would pay him any attention but Izuku. But who is he kidding, Kacchan would turn heads either way.
"You're so popular." He licks his lips, blonde hair tickling the side of his face pleasantly as he rubbed the tip of his nose on the length of Kacchan's neck, breathing in the cologne—vanilla and a hint of caramel, so fucking intoxicating.
"And Kacchan always smells delicious too." His hands drop to Katsuki's hips, gently squeezing. He half wonders if Katsuki tastes as sweet as he smells.
"What the fuck are you talking about, shitnerd?" Katsuki growls, dark red eyes boring into Izuku, only softened by the cherry hue creeping under his cheeks from intoxication—Izuku thinks it makes Katsuki look like a porcelain doll.
He was suddenly ripped apart from Katsuki's front side, the blonde hastily turned around, and Izuku pouts from the sudden loss of Kacchan's face. Though… Izuku could get used to the view of Katsuki's broad shoulders and curved backside leading down to his ass in those black jeans. Wow.
"Mmm… I mean, everyone wants Kacchan and I don't think it's right." Izuku says lowly, using the excuse of dancing to grind on Katsuki's ass to the beat of the song, his hands snaking their way to Katsuki's sides to keep his balance. Katsuki makes a small noise that urged Izuku on to press tighter.
Then the blonde pushes his back onto Izuku's chest, bodies flush and warm. "It's not?" Katsuki says breathlessly.
Izuku hid his face in Kacchan's neck, cheeks dusted red as he shook his head. "No, it's not. Kacchan deserves only the best of the best."
That pulls out a chuckle from Kacchan, the sound tickling the back of his head just right. "Oh yeah, and who would that be?"
Me, Izuku's mind answers.
"You know, you say weird shit when you're drunk."
Izuku breathes out into Katsuki's shoulder, his tipsy hands rubbing all over Katsuki's midriff. "Kacchan, it's how I really feel." His lips ghost over raised skin. "No one deserves you."
No one but me, goes unsaid.
"Don't say stuff like that Deku." Katsuki's voice got low and firm, it makes Izuku want to push a bit. To see how long it takes for Kacchan to tell him off.
His lips hover against the shell of the other's ear, eliciting a shiver from the blonde. "And why not? Kacchan doesn't like it?"
The feeling of Katsuki's body pressed against him all warm and soft makes his brain fuzzier than alcohol ever could. He presses his hips firmly onto Katsuki's ass, desiring to get closer and closer. Somehow, it still wasn't enough.
Katsuki whines softly, Izuku almost didn't hear it over the bass of the song, but luckily he did. He fucking heard it. His lower abdomen ignites like hot firecrackers to the sound.
"I-I didn't say that." Katsuki stutters.
"So Kacchan does like it?" Izuku smirks, hugging Katsuki tight, eyes trailing down the swaying body against him. The sight of his strong forearms wrapped around a small waist made the caveman side of Izuku's brain light up like crazy.
"S-shut it, n-nerd. God you're fucking annoying as shit. If you say another word, I'm head butting your dumbass." Katsuki turns his head back to glare.
Izuku chuckles, but he doesn't tease back. If Kacchan wants him to shut up and dance, he'll do that. Because what Kacchan wants Kacchan gets.
Alright… fine. Izuku is perhaps having homosexual thoughts.
Ever since the club night, Izuku has been thinking of Katsuki's ass more than he'd like to admit.
But like, was it really gay to admire someone's physique? The amount of times he's asked variations of the same question to himself was starting to get old, it was almost like maybe he was… No, Izuku was simply a huge gym rat so obviously he can appreciate when other men look good.
Here's the problem though: Izuku can't physically get off unless he thinks of Kacchan's body, as fucked up as that sounds.
He can't help but imagine how good it felt to grind against his friend's body, how delicate it felt to run his hands all over Katsuki's waist, and how fucking delicious the scent of caramel was on glistening, hot skin that begged to be licked.
He knows it's wrong to think of his childhood best friend in that way, but fuck, his dick has a mind of its own. He thinks of Kacchan and boom—an erection. It happens multiple times a day at the worst times too; in his class, at the gym, in the library, on a phone call with said best friend.
He can't fucking help it.
Today, he woke up from a wet dream involving Katsuki and him. He was in the same club, dancing against Katsuki's backside, but in his dream the events get naughtier the more he grinds on Katsuki.
Next thing you know, he's pulling down Katsuki's pants and stuffing him with his hard cock, hands digging into pale hips hard enough to bruise the perfect skin.
"Ahh… Kacchan." He closes his eyes tighter and squeezes his base at the thought of entering Katsuki's tight, hot entrance. He bites the back of his hand to hide his low moans, tightening his grip on his own dick.
"So good…"
Would Kacchan be noisy or keep quiet? Would he be make erotic expressions or would he hide his face? Would he be bossy and mean, or would he let Izuku take the reins?
Izuku doesn't care, all sides of Kacchan are sexy—imagining them all made his cock twitch in his hand, warning him of how close he was tethering to the edge.
The last thing Izuku sees before reaching his peak was Katsuki's defined back covered in his own translucent white liquid. The image burns into his brain, wanting to be kept forever. He groans shakily after tugging one last time, spilling his arousal all over his fist. His chest heaves from the intensity of his orgasm, blinking at the white ceiling with sudden clarity and growing shame.
Never in his life did he cum as hard as when he thought of Katsuki—not even with other girls he had been with.
Kacchan clears, easily. As expected from than man who excels at everything he does, it only makes sense Katsuki is good at pleasing Izuku, even if it was just in his imagination.
Usually it took Izuku a shit ton of foreplay to get hard, but he thought that's what sex was supposed to be like, sort of boring and drawn out. With Katsuki though, the idea of him was enough to get him hot and bothered.
It took even less time for Kacchan's body to make him come and it wasn't even real, fuck he wishes he could see the real thing just once. He would give up anything to see Kacchan stretched out on his dick.
Hm.
Maybe he is gay.
They were at Katsuki's apartment which is nice because there is no one there to annoy them, unlike at his frat house.
Beer bottles sat on the coffee table, half forgotten. Katsuki and Izuku weren't drunk but they are tipsy, and when they get slightly buzzed, they tend to be more physical with each other like cuddling or hand holding, which Izuku loves. There are times when Izuku suggests to drink a beer just to blame it on the alcohol when they wake up spooning. Katsuki must think he is the biggest lightweight on Earth.
Izuku lays on Katsuki's chest, cuddled up to watch their favorite cartoon series: All Might Returns.
"How did you know you were gay Kacchan?" He blurts out, soft and inquisitive.
Katsuki freezes under him, the sound of All Might screaming, 'Because I am here!' was practically roaring upon the new eerie silence.
"Uh…" Katsuki scratches his neck, breaking the quiet. "I guess I knew when I started having fantasies about guys the same way you would with a girl."
"Like wet dreams?"
The red in Katsuki's cheeks intensifies. "Not that, idiot! I meant daydreams of going on dates or kissing a guy… But uh yeah, I guess that too."
If that was the criteria—then Izuku is definitely gay. But how could he really be sure? He wished there was some type of test he can take that told him whether he is gay or not.
Izuku got turned on when he imagined a girl's mouth on him, a mouth is a mouth, at the end of the day. He guesses the feeling of boobs felt kind of nice too… but he did have trouble getting close with a girl unless he dissociated to a certain degree.
With Katsuki however, the sex dreams made him come embarrassingly quick. But then again, you could get turned on by anything and that didn't mean you were a certain sexuality.
Besides, Izuku never fantasized of men other than Katsuki. So if anything, he could be straight or perhaps a secret second option—Kacchansexual. Izuku needed to be sure.
"We should watch porn together." Izuku says casually.
Katsuki pushes him off, making Izuku groan in pain. "What the hell fuckface?!"
"The bros and I do it all the time, Kacchan. It doesn't mean anything." He defends quickly, rubbing his shoulder to ease the hurt. Wow, Kacchan's hand is surprisingly rough.
"It'll help us bond and grow closer."
"You watch porn with your fucking frat bros?" Katsuki says blankly.
"Not just them. The basketball team too."
Katsuki stares.
"I am not watching straight porn with you, Deku."
"Who said it had to be straight? We should totally watch gay porn. I'm your best friend but we never talk about sex and quite frankly it's starting to hurt my feelings. I thought we were close enough to share everything! I tell you all the times I have sex. In fact, you're the first person I tell. So how come I can't know what you like?" Izuku sulks, the ends of his lips dragging down into a pout.
"You told me all of your sexcapades by force dumbass, I didn't have a say." Katsuki reminds him, averting the puppy face Izuku is currently making. But then he slips up, accidentally peeking at it through his peripheral vision.
"God dammit, fucking fine. Just stop making that ugly mutt face."
"Yes!" Izuku pumps his fist. "Kacchan is the best!"
"Do you like this one?" Izuku hovers over the thumbnail of a video that read something like, 'Emo Twink Gets Pounded Hard And Finds A Will To Live.'
Kinda dramatic for a porno, Izuku thinks.
"Agh, no." Katsuki crosses his arms.
Izuku kept scrolling, analyzing Katsuki's face for any reaction that indicated he was interested in a video.
Then he saw it, the small flicker of emotion: Kacchan's eyes widen and his shoulders raise with a deep, shaky breath.
"Ah, so Kacchan likes this sort of thing." Izuku snickers, clicking on a video titled, 'Hunky Jock Obliterates Nerd.'
The video shows a muscular athlete in a varsity jacket manhandling a much smaller framed man in glasses. To be honest, the video piqued Izuku's interest as well.
The bottom was blonde and nerdy… kinda like his Kacchan.
The video starts off corny like most porn does, but no way is Izuku going to skip any exposition, they needed to understand the plot to fully enjoy the video. Also he feels kind of bad for skipping to the good parts when people work hard on producing the video for an audience. Plus, Kacchan is so concentrated on the video and it's kind of cute how serious he is, he doesn't want to ruin the moment.
'I told you to get my homework done by tonight. Now you're going to get punished, nerd.' The jock in the video barks, harshly pushing the blonde's face into his crotch area. 'Come on dork, suck it already.'
The acting could use some work. Izuku wasn't necessarily getting turned on by the video itself. He's half hard because the act of watching a dirty video with Kacchan is thrilling. But it wasn't until he got a good look at Katsuki's heavy breathing and squirming body that he hardened fully.
Was Kacchan getting turned on? Fuck, thinking of it made his skin pringle with excitement.
The blonde in the video pulls down the jock's pants and underwear in haste, taking the swinging member inside their mouth in one movement. That's hot. If he squints hard enough, he can pretend it's Katsuki giving him a blow job.
Izuku wonders if Katsuki is experienced like that blonde in the video, it would be impressively sexy. Then the realization that Katsuki would have had to be sexually active with another man made his jaw tighten.
"Have you ever done that Kacchan?" Izuku nods his chin to the screen, talking over the lewd slurps of the video.
Katsuki's face grew hot with a rosy tint, tongue peeking out slightly to wet his lips, his thighs squeezing together just briefly.
Izuku carefully observes the act, licking his own lips too, subconsciously widening his legs on the couch, and knocking his knee against Katsuki's.
"…No."
Izuku jolts at the admission.
"What, really? Kacchan is inexperienced?!" Izuku gasps, half in disbelief and another half in joy at the revelation. "But you're so hot and cool. Everyone looks at you like they want to eat you up. I don't believe it."
His friend rolls his eyes, huffing in annoyance. "Well not everyone thinks with their dicks like you okay? I don't want a random hook up with a shitty extra to be my first."
Izuku frowns deeply. "I don't think with my dick." Not until recently at least.
Kacchan's presence makes his dick act up but that was a fairly new development. It's kind of offensive that Katsuki thinks he's some type of fuck boy, Izuku has feelings.
"That came from the heart!"
"Watch the stupid video, it's what you wanted isn't it?" Katsuki grumbles, his vermillion eyes fixed on the laptop screen.
"I don't want to anymore." He says with spite, pausing the video to make a point. Katsuki turns to stare at him with a confused expression.
Izuku has been doing a fantastic job as a friend by doing whatever Kacchan wants but for once, he wants to do something he wants. Having sex with Kacchan was just a fantasy but Katsuki admitting he's inexperienced turns the cogs in his brain fast enough to make his head spin.
Kacchan is a virgin. Izuku could change that for him.
It's not because he's thinking with his dick, although he is painfully hard in his shorts, it's because Izuku is a good friend and Kacchan wants to lose his virginity with someone he trusts.
There is no one on the planet that knows Kacchan like he does, so who is better for the job to help Katsuki lose his virginity than him?
"I want to suck you off, Kacchan. Come on, let me? You said you don't want a random hook up to be your first but how about me? Your best friend since like four. You can trust me. I want the best for Kacchan."
Katsuki short circuits, or it seems like he does because he doesn't talk for a whole minute, mouth slacked open. He's going to let the flies in like that.
"Please?" Izuku begs.
"Fuck it, okay yes." Katsuki hurriedly says.
Izuku wastes no time in palming Katsuki's clothed erection. It was so warm and soft on his hand, he nearly moans at the contact but he doesn't because that would be embarrassing, instead he nuzzles his cheek into the hard length like he saw in the video.
"I wanna taste you…" He moans into the cloth, hot breath causing Katsuki's hips to buck.
"Deku hurry the fuck up, damn." Well that answers his question, Kacchan is definitely bossy. His own cock twitches at the order.
Izuku pulls down Katsuki's sweats to find that he wasn't wearing underwear at all, his pretty dick bounced up, flushed red at the tip, leaking profusely from the slit.
"Hm, no underwear. Kacchan is so naughty." Izuku whispers, fingers caressing through the soft blonde hair trailing down to his erection. Katsuki's dick was practically throbbing for attention.
"Izuku, I swear to fucking god if you don't suck me off this instant—"
Then, Izuku engulfs Katsuki's length in his mouth, lips stretched wide open to accommodate the thickness. He tastes sweet and salty, it's a taste he could get addicted to.
Izuku wasn't really sure how to suck dick, but he's had girls do it for him which meant it couldn't be that hard. He followed what he wished girls would do for him on Kacchan. The reaction seemed to be good, if Katsuki whining and holding on to his curls tightly was anything to go by.
He pulls up to swirl his tongue on the pulsing mushroom tip, lapping all of the wetness spilling out before circling his tongue on the sensitive underside of Kacchan's cockhead. To that, Katsuki throws his head back, adam's apple bobbing. Izuku swallows him whole again.
Pleasing Kacchan made his own dick leak more.
Sucking dick was so much hotter than getting his dick sucked to be honest, especially when it was Kacchan's dick in his mouth. It was also way better than eating a girl out, for some reason he just never got the hype.
"Ahh… Izuku fuck." Sweet whimpers fell out of Katsuki's red bitten lips. Izuku moans around the girth, wide teary eyes looking up at Kacchan with reverence.
Before Izuku could react, Katsuki pushes his hips up once, twice, before releasing his load with a breathless moan. Izuku swallows like a champ, obviously, he's no quitter.
He lets Katsuki ride out his high before moving his head up, letting go of Katsuki with a wet plop, his tongue swirling around the tip and across the slit to clean him up.
"Mmm… 'Zuku…." Katsuki slid his thumb on Izuku's lower lip. Izuku flutters his eyes shut in response, his body shivering from fulfilling his purpose of making Kacchan feel good.
"Your turn."
"Uh what?" Izuku says dumbly.
"I'm not going to leave you hanging." Katsuki says like it's obvious. "I'm getting you off too."
Izuku scratches his temple. "I actually already came…"
Kacchan throws his head back again, sounding like pure sex.
"Oh my fucking god." Then he pulls Izuku up by the collar. "Let me see."
The sex didn't stop, which was great because Izuku enjoyed sex with Katsuki. A lot.
Also, Izuku lied. Getting his dick sucked by Katsuki was just as fucking good as sucking Katsuki off.
Katsuki got into it so well, it was like seeing a whole other side of him—he gets all whiny and needy on Izuku's dick, sucking it like it was sweet ice cream treat, sometimes rubbing his cock against Izuku's leg like a cute little slut. Izuku never lasted when Kacchan sucked him off.
Luckily, his stamina is a beast—he always gets hard quick with how fuckable Katsuki looks. It doesn't hurt that Katsuki seems to think it's kinda hot how fast he comes.
Even still, Izuku doesn't always want to cum fast, especially not now when he wants to go inside Kacchan.
The only thing is, Katsuki never lets Izuku prep him. Which was fine of course, Izuku loved seeing Katsuki work himself open—pale, slender fingers going in and out of his pink hole, wet and swollen just for him.
It's just that… he wishes he could do it for Katsuki instead. Kacchan deserves to make his pretty head go blank and just take.
"I researched how to prep you." Izuku says, littering deep red marks on Katsuki's neck. "I wanna do it for you."
"Wait." Katsuki pauses, tone sarcastic. "You know what research is?"
Izuku sighs, pressing his erection on the soft, milky bare thigh. "Don't be an asshole, Kacchan."
Truth be told, yes. Izuku did in depth research on how to prepare someone for penetration. He even did it on himself just to practice. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt Katsuki.
"I practiced." Izuku adds, trying to build his case.
Katsuki whips his head, "With who?" His eyes narrow.
Izuku blushes, ducking his head, "O-on my self… I just wanted to know how to make it feel good for you."
A beat of silence.
"Oh my god, you big fucking idiot." Katsuki groans.
"Mmph," He moans softly, humping into Katsuki's thigh with more effort. "Love it when you're mean."
"Yeah?" Katsuki smirks, gripping Izuku's chin roughly. "Alright you can prep me, just… be careful."
Izuku took that to heart, there was no way he was going to cause Katsuki any pain he didn't want. So he scrambles for the lube in his nightstand drawer, reaching for a condom in the process.
He lubes up his finger, warming up the liquid before pressing his knuckle against Katsuki's rim. A hot moan escapes Katsuki's glossy lips. Izuku kept his eyes glued on Kacchan's form, his slow rising chest, his nipples erect with need, Izuku reminds himself to give them the attention they deserve later, and his hole fluttering just from Izuku rubbing his finger against it.
"Doing all that fucking begging just to tease." The blonde huffs, furrowing his brows together, pressing himself closer to Izuku's finger.
"Just feels really good Kacchan," Izuku gasps softly, circling the rim in worshiping motions. The hole clenched in response. Jesus.
Izuku pushes in his lubed finger, unable to hold the groan at the feeling of hot velvet walls hugging him tightly.
Katsuki whimpers at the sudden intrusion, "Ahh, shit."
He pushes up Katsuki's leg, wanting to see the finger disappear deeper. "You're so tight, fuck." His finger slowly entered in and out.
"M-more..." Katsuki pants.
"Shh, don't be impatient baby."
He felt Katsuki clench on his finger at the pet name.
"Oh? You like being called baby?" Izuku whispers, adding in another finger. Seeing the stretch made his pupils dilate. He muffles his moan inside of Katsuki's inner thigh.
"Oh my fucking god, nghh.." Katsuki arches his back, hiding his face inside the crook of his elbow.
"You look so pretty." Izuku curls his finger, reaching around to find the sensitive spot he's heard so much of. A violent shiver went through Katsuki's body, causing him to shudder and whine hotly into his skin.
"Right here baby?" Izuku rubs against the soft wall, quickening his pace once Katsuki felt loose enough.
"Fuck—holy shit, Izuku…"
A tingle ran down his neck, traveling down his spine at the sound of his name falling like that out of Katsuki's lips. It sounded like a sin. It's so fucking hot, he wants to tattoo that sound into his skin. Izuku pushes a third finger in, his lips wrapping around Katsuki's nipple, tongue swirling gently against the perky nub.
"Gahh!" Katsuki's nails dig into his upper back causing Izuku to breathe heavily through his teeth, scraping against the pink nipple.
"Get inside me now," Katsuki mumbles meanly, chest rising up into Izuku's mouth. "…before I come. Hurry!"
"Oh, can I make you come just like this Kacchan?" Izuku coos, giving innocent closed kisses around his chest, his free hand squeezing a pec hungrily.
"Don't—" Katsuki pleads.
Immediately, Katsuki was silenced by the fingers pounding in and out of him, each thrust pushing against his prostate.
"Fuck!"
It's not long before Katsuki starts to seize up without warning, clenching uncontrollably around Izuku's fingers. White ropes of cum shooting out onto Katsuki's soft tummy, making him look absolutely debauched.
"Look at you…" Izuku praises, voice dripping with adoration.
His fingers slip out slowly after a few more pumps, earning a cute whimper from Kacchan at the emptiness. He wipes them on the sheets and rubs Katsuki's sides. Head lowering to swipe his tongue flatly on Katsuki's abdomen, cleaning up the mess. Kacchan ruffles his hair, earning a pleased hum from Izuku. He finishes off by painting Katsuki's stomach with love marks, each one made with a purpose in mind: Kacchan is mine.
"I wanna fuck you now." Izuku whines desperately, body moving up to sniff Katsuki's neck deeply.
Katsuki chuckles softly, a sound so light and carefree that it makes the hair on Izuku's skin stand up.
"Can you let me catch a breath first, you insatiable animal?"
They do catch their breaths first before going again.
The next round, Katsuki rides Izuku cowgirl position. Kacchan on top of him, looking down with those half-lidded eyes and glossy swollen lips—it's all too much.
In that moment he wants to pull Katsuki down and crash their lips together.
Izuku wants to kiss him.
"You're spending an awful amount of time with Bakugo lately." Shinso rolls up his joint, licking the wrapping paper edge.
There's some new wave alternative music playing in the background from Shinso's speaker, it's just a bunch of synth instrumentals that Izuku doesn't really get the point of. Where is the singing?
"What's up with that?"
Izuku pauses, a sharp defensive urge crawling up his throat. "A man can't hang out with his best friend anymore?" He replies, arms crossing.
Shinso shrugs one shoulder, lighting up his stick with his lighter. "Didn't say that."
He offers the joint to Izuku, not because he's genuinely offering because he knows Izuku will decline it, but it's more so for the routine of it. Izuku never smokes, it's against his basketball drug-free contract. It stays longer in your system than alcohol in drug tests.
"But you might want to tell Bakugo to chill on those marks he gives you. You look like you got mauled." Shinso takes a drag.
He slaps a hand on his neck, covering all the hickeys."How do you know it's Kacchan that's giving me these marks?!" Izuku argues, "It could've been anyone."
It could've been anybody maybe like two months ago, before Izuku knew Katsuki was into guys, but ever since he started hooking up with Kacchan, he pretty much ghosted all of his usual hook ups.
"Right," Shinso exhales the smoke smoothly. "That's what I would think, except you both are not exactly quiet when you two do stuff in your room."
Izuku peels his eyes, panic setting in.
"Oh my god, who else heard?" He asks quickly, cold sweat stinging his temple.
Shinso's face softens. "Izuku, no one is going to judge you for liking men. I get such a drastic change in identity might come with certain challenges—"
"No. It's not that—" Izuku interrupts. "I figured out I'm gay fairly easy."
All it took was being inside Kacchan to see how revolutionary gay sex is!
"It's just that…" Izuku frowns, turning away in deep thought, "… I don't want anyone to hear Kacchan moan but me."
Shinso stares at Izuku in disbelief, "Damn, you're in deeper than I thought."
Izuku won his basketball game. Katsuki always comes to his games no matter what, tonight is no different, the only thing that is different is how they were celebrating it.
It's tradition for them to buy fried chicken, beers, and watch All Might reruns, and it ends with Izuku crashing at Katsuki's place for a sleepover.
But this might be a better way of celebrating his victory.
"Oh shit, deeper." Katsuki practically begs as Izuku teases him with shallow thrusts.
Despite Izuku topping, it always feels like Katsuki has all the power. Izuku's brain goes into a pavlovian state, each command falling from Katsuki's lips feels like an obligation to fulfill, to please.
He pushes Katsuki's face into the locker, thrusting hard enough to make them rattle.
"Yeah, like this? You like it hard and fast Kacchan?"
Through the midst of his pleasure, Katsuki manages to open an eye, glaring at Izuku, but remains silent.
Oh, so he won't answer?
Izuku slaps his hand on Katsuki's ass cheek, firm and hard, a yelp echoes in the empty locker room.
"Kacchan." Izuku says into his ear, "It's my celebration, you have to do what I want. If I ask you a question, I want you to answer me."
His cock twitches at the high pitched filthy sound Katsuki purrs out.
"Mph, fuck." Katsuki deepens his arch, pushing against Izuku.
"Do you like it rough like this?" Izuku repeats, punctuating his words with a slam of his hips.
Katsuki says something low and unintelligible. It irks Izuku to not hear Kacchan's voice clearly. He pulls on Katsuki's hair to close the gap between them.
"I asked you a question."
"I like it!"
Kacchan is so fucking sexy like that. All needy and slutty like he can't live without taking it from Izuku. The small power he does have over Katsuki clouds Izuku's mind and travels straight to his dick.
"Yeah," Izuku grasps on to Katsuki's sides, pulling him roughly onto his cock. "There we fucking go baby, good boy."
Katsuki scratches his nails on the lockers in an attempt to grab at anything, he could barely react with how fast Izuku was thrusting into him. His heavy pants fog up his glasses, only adding to how fucked out Katsuki looks right now.
Izuku presses right up on him, desperately chasing his high, Kacchan was tightening around him just right.
He could get lost in the raw heat to claim Katsuki. It was like an animalistic urge telling him to make Katsuki his. Izuku can never think straight when it comes to Kacchan. He was so close. He already felt high from the win, Katsuki rewarding him like this made him feel doped up.
It'll only feel better if he can just kiss those plump soft lips calling out to him. He's thought about it before, kissing Kacchan, he means. But there was never a perfect opportunity to do it.
Right now though, with Kacchan close to his face, their hot breaths mixing, sweaty bodies touching, all Izuku could think is how perfect this moment is.
He leans in to kiss Katsuki—the overwhelming pressure to be closer to Kacchan was all consuming.
Lips were about to touch, only a centimeter more and they would be kissing, but then Katsuki turns his head away, forcing his forehead onto the lockers.
It takes a second for Izuku to register it, eyes blinking to catch up.
Kacchan turned away from his kiss.
Kacchan doesn't want to kiss him.
Um. Okay. Ouch.
"Did I do something wrong?" He murmurs into Katsuki's nape, slowing down his thrusts.
"No." Katsuki says through clenched teeth.
"Then why don't you want to kiss me?" His voice comes out sad, frustrated, and whiny.
He places space between himself and Katsuki so the blonde wouldn't feel the glossy wetness coating his eyes. It shouldn't hurt this badly to have his kiss avoided. There's a logical explanation for it he's sure, like Kacchan may not be ready for kissing and that's fine, it is. But it still hurt.
"We're not in the position to be kissing." Katsuki mutters.
Ah, so it's because they're in doggy position. In that case, they can just switch positions. He's fine with that, Izuku wants to see Kacchan's beautiful face anyway.
"Oh okay! Turn your body around so I can kiss you then."
"No, Deku." Katsuki says firmly. "I mean us. All we do is fuck. That's it and nothing more."
Oh.
I mean…
Kacchan brings up a good point—all they have been doing is fucking.
It's kind of Izuku's fault really, he finds Kacchan so irresistible that the minute he sees him, all he wants to do is pounce on him. But now that they're boyfriends, Izuku should at least be more of a romanticist. He doesn't want Katsuki to think he only wants him for his body.
Now that Izuku is thinking more clearly about it, he's glad Kacchan didn't kiss him. They're having sex in a nasty locker room—having their first kiss here would be so unromantic!
Kacchan only deserves the best, naturally and as his boyfriend, that's what Izuku is going to give him.
Izuku sucks up his tears, he suddenly feels silly for having an intense reaction to a misunderstanding. "Kacchan, I'm sorry. You're right—"
Katsuki pushes back on him roughly, riding him with no assistance, ass jiggling on his lower abdomen from the force. A hungry noise rattled in his throat, hands gripping Katsuki's ass.
"Less talking, more fucking." Katsuki mewls.
Right.
Fuck Kacchan now. Plan Kacchan's romantic first kiss later.
Katsuki has been ignoring him since that day in the locker rooms.
He won't hang out with him anymore, he dodges Izuku when he sees him on campus, and he has been leaving Izuku on read.
It sucks because he doesn't know what he did wrong. And it's not like he can ask because after the fifty-sixth text message in a row, he got blocked.
Izuku is depressed to say the least and it's obvious. He declined playing Mortal Kombat with Denki, when Shinso asked him to accompany him for a smoke like their usual routine, Izuku said no, and worst of all, he was missing basketball practice for the past two weeks.
So his friends coordinated a hangout to lift his spirits. That's how he found himself drinking bubble tea with Kirishima, Shoto, Shinso, and Iida.
Izuku chews on a tapioca ball. "Bros, what does it mean if the person you're dating doesn't want to kiss you?" He asks, "all hypothetical of course. This is happening to a buddy of mine."
His brothers gave each other looks.
"Is this about—" Iida starts.
Kirishima makes a loud noise, laughing it off and slapping a hand on Iida's shoulder. "Uh, anyway…"
Iida turns towards him in confusion but Kirishima continues, "hypothetically, does the other person know they are dating?"
Huh, why would they not know? That makes Izuku knit his eyebrows tightly.
"Hypothetically, yes. They have sex—a shit ton by the way, probably like three or four times a day, sometimes more…"
A handful of scandalized customers turn to their table.
"Izuku," Shinso sighs.
"Right sorry." He blushes, twiddling his thumb against his straw. "Erm, they do it a lot, they cuddle, they watch All Might cartoons at each other's place, my friend buys him spicy mapo tofu, his boyfriend makes him katsudon from scratch, my friend invites him to all my games—I mean his games, and he sits on my friend's lap at frat parties. If he doesn't know they're dating then I don't know how much clearer my friend can be."
Shoto gives a pensive hum, "Well, did your friend ask him to be his boyfriend?"
Izuku stills, sudden realization hitting his features. "Ah, that." He chuckles nervously, "That… he did not. No."
Shinso pinches his nose bridge.
"To be fair, my friend kinda thought it was implied they were dating!" He justifies, raising his hands in defense. "He wouldn't do those things with anyone else."
"For all Bakugo knows, he is still under the impression you're straight." Shinso adds on.
"You didn't necessarily 'come out' in the traditional sense of the word, it was something that just is. That's great and all, none of us are expecting you to follow social norms for coming out of the closet, but maybe Bakugo thinks you still identify as heterosexual."
Oh fuck, Shinso is on to something. He never came out to Kacchan. He thought making love was enough to get the memo across but isn't there straight guys out there that use gay men for sex? That's a trope, he's sure. One that… maybe Kacchan thinks is happening with them.
—Wait a minute.
Bakugo?
"Wait whaaat? Uhhh guys I'm totally not talking about Kacchan bros, trust." Izuku forces out a shaky laugh. "Ha, why would you think that? This is all hypothetically happening to a friend, remember?"
"Really?" Iida questions, scratching the side of his head. "I thought that's who we were all talking about actually."
"We are talking about Bakugo," Shoto sips his pomegranate tea.
Izuku hides his face, whining into his palms. "How did you all know?"
"Dude, who else would ever think to watch All Might movies with you and sit on your lap at parties, c'mon." Shinso deadpans. "And we were supposed to believe that was happening to 'your friend.'" Shinso sighs, shaking his head.
Izuku blushes deeper.
"Please just ask him out," Kirishima says with urgency, tone weary as if he's done with everyone's shit. "I don't know how much more I can take from Bakugo if I have to hear another word about this."
"Wait," His ears perk up, straightening up in his chair. "Kacchan talks about me?"
A collective groan escapes his friends.
"Just ask him out already." Kirishima pleads.
Asking out Kacchan is harder than it looks. Everytime he tries to approach Kacchan, the other immediately walks the opposite way.
It's why he was pushed to the last resort, waiting outside of Katsuki's chemistry class the full two hours until his class ends, like a stalker
When he spots blonde spiky hair and glasses, he runs towards him.
Act normal. Act normal.
"Oh hey Kacchan, fancy seeing you here. You come here often?"
Katsuki looks up—his eye bags are prominent and he looks paler than usual. To be honest he's seen better days, but even in this state, Izuku thinks Katsuki is gorgeous.
"What are you doing here, Deku?" Katsuki mumbles tiredly.
"I—uh…." Izuku had a game plan when he decided to ambush Katsuki outside of his class, he had a whole speech memorized and everything. But now that he was in front of ruby narrow eyes and a displeasured frown, he had forgotten the entire script.
"We're still friends right?"
Oh wait, that was definitely not what he wanted to say, like at all. He doesn't want to be Kacchan's friend. He wants to be more than friends.
Katsuki places his hands inside his hoodie pocket. "What does being friends mean to you?"
"Uhm…" He struggles to find an answer.
"Friends don't fuck, Deku." Katsuki says after a while.
"But we were—"
"Yeah, I fucking know." Katsuki hisses. "And it was a mistake."
Izuku shifts on his feet uncomfortably, "come on you don't mean that."
"I do. It was a mistake. We should have never—I should've never agreed to it."
"But why? Was I not good? I thought you were enjoying it a lot."
The blonde pulls at his hair slightly, "No, that's not it shitty Deku! God you're so fucking oblivious, it was hot at first but now it's really frustrating."
"Then tell me! What am I doing wrong, I don't get it? One minute you're all on me, and then the next you won't kiss me. I thought maybe you weren't ready for it and that's okay, but then you ignore me. Kacchan, it's been two weeks. I'm dying here."
"Sorry I'm not available for every single time you want to give me a booty call." The blonde spits, "I have a life outside of you."
"You're not just a booty call to me." Izuku persists. "Am I… a booty call for you?" He averts his eyes, half afraid of the answer.
Katsuki's mouth opens then closes.
"What do you think?" The blonde mutters.
Frustration builds in Izuku's chest, "I don't know, Kacchan! I thought things were going well with us and then one day you just stop talking to me."
"Things are not going well Deku." Katsuki spews, "You say I'm not a booty call but all we ever do when we see each other is fuck. I'm a dumbass for allowing it to happen, knowing how I feel. I should've put a stop to it. I'm worth more than being your little gay experiment."
"Is that what you think I'm doing? Experimenting?" Izuku's voice cracks. "That's just not true. I'm deeply in love with you Kacchan."
"Yes! You're experi—wait what?" Katsuki blinks rapidly.
"I'm in love with you." He repeats. "Also, I thought we were already dating? I kinda thought it was obvious when—"
Katsuki lunges at him, face leaning in to kiss Izuku. His heart jumps in a panic, hand covering his lips, making Katsuki crash into his hand.
"The hell?!"
"W-wait Kacchan! Your first kiss has to be romantic, isn't that what you want?" Izuku tilts his head at Katsuki's perplexed expression. "I-In the locker room, you said that all we do is fuck and even now you brought it up again. Truth is, you're right. But it's not because all I think about is sex. I mean I do, but only with you. I used to think sex was boring and then I realized it's because I don't like women. Sex with you is so amazing. Now it makes sense why my bros always talk about it, I see the hype! Just seeing you gets me worked up, so much so that I forgot to be a gentleman… Kacchan always deserves the best! So your first kiss has to be perfect."
Izuku takes a deep breath, "it's not really romantic to kiss outside of your chemistry class room."
Katsuki blinks once, "Jesus, you're so fucking stupid. You're literally the biggest moron." He drags a hand down his face, making a soft noise. "I'm so in love with you."
Izuku straightens up like a puppy hearing their favorite trigger words, "Really?!"
"Yes you big, strong, dumb, idiot." Katsuki says with barely controlled lust, once again leaning in to kiss Izuku.
"Ah but Kacchan, the romance!" Izuku shrieks.
"I don't give a fuck about that Izuku. Kissing you is romantic enough, I don't care where or how." Katsuki whispers, brushing his lips against Izuku's.
"Oh great, because I really want to ki—mmph!"
Kissing Kacchan might be better than the euphoric feeling of winning a basketball game. Kacchan's lips are so pliable, soft skin locking with Izuku's in a passionate dance. Then Katsuki pokes his tongue out and Izuku moans when the tongue brushes against his. If Izuku had a tail, he's certain it would be wagging right now. Katsuki pulls back only to catch their breaths.
"So we're dating right? Like boyfriend boyfriends?" Izuku asks lamely between breaths.
"Wait, I should probably ask right? Kacchan, will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend please?"
"Yes, dumbass." Katsuki utters a small, desperate sound of want, smashing his lips on Izuku's again.
Dating Kacchan is the best, Izuku comes to find out. Obviously Kacchan would be the best boyfriend in the world, there is nothing he can't do. Being Kacchan's boyfriend is pretty much the same as being Katsuki's best friend, except now there is a whole bunch of kissing, hand holding, and cuddling—it freaking rules!
"Come back to bed Izuku…" Katsuki mumbles, blinking at Izuku so prettily on his bed, his back muscles highlighted by the sun peeking in through the blinds.
He doesn't think he can ever get used to how beautiful his name sounds from Katsuki's lips, all tender and loved.
"I have to get ready for basketball practice, if I'm late again, Kirishima is going to kill me."
"Shitty hair can fucking wait," Katsuki groans, mumbling his next words, "that fucking cockblocker." Katsuki rolls onto his back, the sheets drooping dangerously low to reveal his v-line. The sight makes his mouth go dry, and then Katsuki has to go and drag his hand down his own chest.
"You're teasing me." Izuku points out.
"Is it working?"
"I'm not answering that." Yeah it is, Izuku is already half hard, embarrassingly enough.
"'Zuku, come on." Katsuki whines, pout evident on his face. "Take care of me."
That's probably the best thing to come out of them dating—Katsuki is super fucking clingy. Before, it was like pulling at teeth to get a simple touch from Kacchan and now, Izuku couldn't walk a step without his boyfriend sneaking in touches. He's verbal about his needs too. Izuku loves it.
"Very tempting… but no. I have responsibilities—"
"I'll let you eat me out." Katsuki adds with smirk on his face. Ugh, he knows what he's doing. Unfortunately, Izuku is just a man.
He pounces on the bed in a second. "Yeah, Kirishima can wait actually." Izuku murmurs before kissing his boyfriend.
"By the way bros," Izuku called in an emergency frat meeting. "Just so everyone is up to speed, I'm officially coming out of the closet. I'm gay." He smiles, teeth sparkling.
Shinso slaps his forehead, "You called an emergency meeting for that? That could've been a text to the group chat."
Sero raises an eyebrow, "Hold up, I thought we all knew that already?"
"Where is the pizza you promised? Denki looks around, confusion filling his face. "That's the only reason I came."
"Midoriya I respect your decisions as president, however, an improper use of an emergency meeting is not something I can defend." Iida crosses his arms.
"Wait but guys, this is an emergency." Izuku proclaims, hands in the air to stop people from leaving. "Kacchan and I are dating now!"
The groans of exasperation echo in the house.
"No way. You two weren't dating already?" Sero scratches his head.
"Ugh, Sero keep up. The pot is rotting your brain." Denki drags the skin under his eyes down.
"No one informs me of these things!" Sero cries.
"Kacchan?" Izuku asks in the middle of the night, lips moving on Katsuki's shoulder. He has a leg draped over Katsuki's thigh and an arm circling his waist.
"Hm?" Kacchan mumbles, half asleep.
Izuku peeks at Katsuki's resting face. "We're still dating right?"
Katsuki shuffles, turning around to face Izuku.
"Yes, we are still dating. Yes, I still love you. Yes, I still find you sexy even if you have All Might bed sheets and wake me up in the middle of the night to ask me silly questions."
Ah, Kacchan knows him so well…
"Okay good, I love you Kacchan." Izuku ducks down to plant a soft kiss on Kacchan's lips. "I'm so happy we're dating."
"Mm… I love you too, you idiot." Katsuki whispers back, wrapping his arm around Izuku.
Yeah, Izuku is very much gay, and so damn in love with Kacchan.