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If there’s one thing we know about Bakugo Katsuki it’s that he would rather be anywhere else than a party. Literally anywhere else. A burning building? In a heartbeat. With his grandma? Sure she’s nice enough. Hell he’d even rather be in den of lions than a party. Let alone a party on his birthday of all days because it meant that his friends were all expecting him to show up. There’d be no escaping this one. Though, a den of lions might be too close to what a party is actually like so maybe he should rethink that option.

He sighs loudly when he finishes his eye makeup and looks over at Camie who is situated on the floor in front of his bedroom mirror with makeup brush in hand. (A weapon in her hands.) This is the 5th time he’s sighed in the span of around eight and a half minutes. Hoping it’ll get on Camie’s nerves enough and she’ll forfeit his invitation. Let him stay home instead for being annoying. She loves these kind of things. Never misses them either. Thrives in the loud music, drinking games and the odd occasional hookup. Usually Camie tries to drag him along too but he gives the excuse for studying and she lets it go most times. Purely because he’s always been like this. They’re very different people in that aspect. Sometimes he wonders how they’re even friends. But somehow fate threw them together in their rock tumbler of life forcing them to meet in the first year of university by their dorms being on the same floor. Her shower broke and insisted that she should be able to use his instead. Ever since then she’s been glued to his hip. He was relieved then his parents bought a house close to campus so he didn’t have to deal with the dorms anymore. But like he said they couldn’t be any more different. Katsuki prefers to study as he goes so he has plenty of time to finish essays and hand in projects on time. There’s no added stress that way. Camie, however, would quite happily cram and stay up the entire night before its due like the spawn of hell she is. A habit that one day might actually burst the vein in his forehead. And don’t even get him started on Denki… Aka the clumsiest bitch on the planet. It’s a miracle he’s even alive. Anyway. It’s not like this stupid party was even thrown in his name so why should he be obligated to go? He argues to himself, mentally weighing up the pros and cons. The cons are outweighing the pros at this point. Besides, its a friend of a friends house warming party and it just so happens to be on his birthday. If he’s quick there might just some way out of this that he hasn’t already thought of-

“I hope you’re not going to argue about whether or not you can sit this out.” Camie says sternly, caramel coloured eyes flicking up to meet his through the mirror. She signs as she speaks since she knows Katsuki’s hearing aids are on the desk and without them he can only make out general direction of sound. Shit. He groans internally and hates the way his mouth twists into a pout like a scolded child. Well there goes that plan and any other plan that followed.

“It’ll be fun!” Camie continues, voice chipper as she returns to her makeup. He’s not quite sure who she’s trying to convince. Maybe she thinks if she says it stern and forceful enough he’ll believe it himself.

Fat fucking chance.

“You always say that…” He mumbles quietly under his breath. She does say that he’ll have fun and more often than not he in fact does not enjoy these kind of things. Drunk people stumbling around with no concept of personal space? Or in some cases rhythm? Embarrassing. Absolutely not. He’d rather be in this very queen bed with spicy ramen and a shitty reality tv show to unwind to. That’s not to say that Katsuki is boring. Nono he and his friends just have very different ideas of fun. Sure he likes to go to bed early and sure he has a set routine but he is by far not boring. They would rather gyrate and suck face instead.

He’s ripped from his thoughts when Camie stands up and opens up his wardrobe. Shit  that’s bad. She’s going to want to dress him. If he lets that happen he’ll walk out wearing something flashy that you’d probably spot from the moon. Besides what’s wrong with the clothes he has on now? They’re hot. He glances down at his outfit with a small frown. He went casual since it’s a house party not a nightclub. But he did some Smokey eye makeup so it’s not like he’s not making an effort. He even put silver glitter on his lids.

“There’s nothing wrong with your clothes kitty Kat but it’s your birthday. We should go all out!” She says seemingly reading his mind. Which is scary as fuck might he add. Perhaps it was written so painstakingly clear across his face she could read him like a book. That or she really can read minds.

“It’s a house party Cam. Those kind of things are casual. I don’t need silks or satins or god forbid those shitty sequins.” Katsuki counters quickly, standing up himself before she can start throwing clothes at him. Last thing he needs is to put on an impromptu fashion show just for her. He pushes his wardrobe closed. He likes what he’s wearing. And he’s going to keep them on. Loose black cargos that sit low on his hips accentuating his hip bones and Adonis belt. He vaguely remembers them being referred to as cum gutters by his vulgar friends. Along with a tight cropped T-shirt. White with a pair of cherries on each pec. It hugs his arms and chest in all the best ways. He looks at Camie with a raised eyebrow as she pouts, pleading silently to let her change his outfit.

“Not gonna happen. I’m keeping this on- Stop looking at me like that it’s not changing my mind.” He crosses his arms over his chest, which only pushes it out further, staying firm on his choice. She sighs sadly and deflates. Ha suck it.

“You’re cruel kitty so cruel…”

He ignores her and she sets about putting her makeup away back in its case and not spread out all over the floor now that she’s finished with it.

Multiple sets of loud footfalls come running up the stairs. What are they animals? Even without his hearing aids in he can still pick up the noise. Feel it vibrate through the floor. Thundering around like elephants. He looks over to see Ochako and Denki fighting to get through the door first. Pushing and shoving until they both manage to squeeze through. It would have been over so much quicker if they used it like normal people. Idiots he thinks to himself. He is surrounded by idiots.

“Are you ready yet Katsuki??” Ochako asks with a wide smile.

“We want to leave soon!” Out of the entire group he could tolerate her the most. He catches most of her sentence as he picks up his hearing aids from his desk and slips them into place.

“Yeah almost-“

“Cmon hurry up we’re going to be late and and and! It’ll start without us.” She cuts in, words slurring just a little bit. She’s clearly excited to go and is practically vibrating in her skin. If she vibrates anymore she’ll manage to do so out of her skin. And what a chilling thought that is. She slurs enough to indicate she’s been predrinking with some of the other shit faces. He glances at his phone for the time and it only reads 6:15. That’s far too early to be leaving yet. Doors don’t open until seven and he’d rather die than be one of the first ones there. All that awkward socialising with people you hardly know. Put him in his grave right now. He’s ready.

“Cheeks… it’s a house party. Doors open at seven but that doesn’t mean show up at exactly seven.”

Shouldn’t they know this already? They go out drinking more than he does.

“He’s right.” Camie agrees from the other side of the room.

She pouts at his words and crosses her arms. She’s cute but he’s willing not to let her win. Not this time.

“But then the drinks will be gone by the time we get there.” God she looks like such a kicked puppy. She knows exactly how to play him which is something they found out very early on when she found out that he can cook. He’s got a horrible soft spot for the idiot brunette. One that he doesn’t try all that hard to hide.

“I can just give you money cheeks to buy more alcohol before you get there.”

Denki nods his head along with the words.

“Orrrrrr.” He says in a singsong tone.

“We can just meet you guys there. I’m in no hurry and that way you guys would still maybe kinda technically be on time.” He smiles widely like he’s actually said something smart for once. Though he might be onto something. It’s not often the brain cells in his head gather static and high-five to form a thought.

“And!” Denki continues before anyone else can get a word in. “It’s Kacchan’s birthday. He can’t be giving you booze money on this holy day. So we’ll bribe one of the others. Maybe Ei.”

Camie rolls her eyes with a smile and takes Ochako’s hand gently in her own.

“Fine we get it we’ll go and meet you guys there. But don’t take too long! Or I’ll walk back and drag your sorry ass there. Later gorgeous.” Camie threatens sugar coated with a term of endearment tacked on at the end. There’s no real malice in her voice yet he knows she’ll definitely make good on that threat. He can’t help but roll his eyes and starts ushering them out of his bedroom so he can breathe.

“I’ll be there losers. Just not as soon as the doors open.”

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It’s 8:45 when Katsuki slowly walks up the path to a decently sized detached house. It’s later than he originally wanted to get here but he got distracted cleaning up after the animals that rampaged through his house. Thank fuck his parents aren’t home this weekend. Denki left not too long after the others not wanting to watch Katsuki clean.  It took all of 20 minutes for him to claim it was making him nervous and leave.

Whoever it is hosting this shindig must make pretty good money to afford a house like this one. Let alone supply the extortionate amount of alcohol to fuel it. Unless it’s a bring your own drinks kind of deal. Was he supposed to bring a gift? It’s a house warming party after all. Fuck that he doesn’t know this guy. From what he can remember it’s one of Sero’s friends. He didn’t bother to learn his name. Just someone he smokes weed with. He can already hear the booming music of some upbeat pop song from inside and he’s regretting showing up already for the headache that this is no doubt going to cause. His eyes wander the front yard from the planters, which contain the poor remains of whatever plant was initially growing in them, to the beer kegs sat by the front door. Whoever lives here clearly doesn’t have a green thumb.

He fiddles with his T-shirt wishing he brought some kind of jacket suddenly feeling rather exposed and a little chilly. But even with the tugging the top hardly covers his navel. Fuck it he thinks to himself taking a steadying breath. All he needs is a drink to calm his nerves and he’ll wait this out until it’s an appropriate time to go back home. Simple.

Rolling his shoulders to ease the tension there he walks through that stupid door and into the heart of the party. It’s a lovely house really but it’s hard to see it with all the bodies crammed into it. From what he can tell the entire downstairs is open planned. The dining room table is currently victim to being the designated beer pong place and the kitchen island is full of rows upon rows of alcohol bottles. Is that a bartender? Or someone just showing off? Odd thing to have at a house party but clearly these guys don’t fuck around. The sofas have been pushed back to make room for more people to mingle.

Before he can even take a step in any other direction he’s pulled down into a bone crushing hug that forces the air out of his lungs in a strangled wheeze.

“Happy birthday bakubabe!” A chirpy voice shouts into his ear over the already too loud music. The mop of pink curls and the annoying choice of nickname give away exactly who it is. He hugs her back before tapping out. Lest his bones break or he goes blue through lack of oxygen.

“Oh-! Sorry haha I was just excited to see you.”

“Thanks Mina.” He says as he gains back the much needed ability to breathe. He met Mina through Eijirou back in high school when they both started dating. Way too much energy for such a small body. And if she could be anything he thinks she’d be the colour pink. Mina is nice but like himself gives others nicknames. He supposes it’s a taste of his own medicine because now he knows how some of the others must feel with the nicknames he’s given out. And to his absolute horror she gave him Bakubabe. Awful choice.

He half listens to Mina as she chews his ear off and talks away about anything he might have missed in the few days he’s not seen her. Surely it can’t be that much. But then again she is listing off the most random and mundane tasks and events. Most of it is tuned out and fades to white noise as he continues looking around. There’s so many people that he’s never seen before but that’s to be expected since whoever is hosting isn’t someone he’s friends with. Though a few faces he recognises. He spots Ochako talking to Kyoka and a blonde girl he’s never seen before on the sofas on the far side and Eijirou is stood at the beer pong table with his uncanny valley twin Tetsu and Sero looks like he’s just there. From here he can see over the multiple heads bathed in coloured lights the pothead is rolling himself a joint. Not uncommon really if you’re to spot Sero doing anything at all it’ll be something weed related. Somewhere to his left he can feel eyes boring into the side of his head. The phantom burn making his skin hot. Looking over in that direction he meets  pair of stunning green eyes are already looking at him. So no doubt it’s his gaze he felt. He smiles widely eyed crinkling at the corners once he sees he has Katsuki’s general attention like he’s actually happy to see him. That causes a frown to tug his lips down. He knows exactly who he is and the reputation that follows him. And yet he’s smiling at him like they’re friends.

Midoriya Izuku. Serial flirt and chronic playboy. He’s only seen him a few times on campus and every time he’s trying to smooth talk his next unsuspecting conquest. From what he can recall he’s a science major, and most likely uses that nerdiness to win people over. He doesn’t entertain it and looks away. Like hell is he going to talk to that silver tongued freak. Doesn’t care how pretty he might be.

“Sorry Mina but I’m gonna get a drink.” He says looking over at the drinks bar hoping she’ll get the hint that he’s no longer interested in conversation. She follows his gaze and nods her head in understanding.

“Okay Bakubabe! I’ll see you around.” She smiles widely at him before kissing his cheek smearing that sticky lipgloss all over him no doubt. He doesn’t watch her leave as wipes the glittery goop off his face and makes his way though the too many bodies and past Izuku in the process to get to the far side of the room. Hopefully he doesn’t try to talk to him.

He ignores the way he opens his mouth like an idiot to say something as he squeezes past and busies himself by looking at the labels of the various different types of alcohols instead. What could the schools player want with him anyway? He’s never showed any interest in him.

He pushes that thought down since that is somewhere he doesn’t want to go and explore. Especially not while drinking it’ll just sour his mood. Speaking of sour a bottle filled with red liquid catches his eye and he pours a generous amount of that into a glass because like fuck is he going to use those shitty red solo cups. He spots a bowl full of cherries and drops one of them onto his drink to garnish. There. Now he’s on fucking brand with his hot as sin T-shirt.

His lips quirk up into a self satisfied smirk before bringing the glass to his mouth to taste. The glass is cool on his tongue as he swallows at least three quarters of his drink. It’s definitely sour like it was advertised on the bottle but once that goes away there’s a pleasant sweet undertone. Like sour candy after that first coat is gone and you’re left with the sweet middle.

“Happy birthday.” A smooth voice to his right says as he’s wrapped up into a hug. His body tenses up for a minute but once the smell of weed all but slaps him in the face he relaxes just a little and even hugs him back.

“Thank you.” He says into his shoulder before stepping back from the hug and up slightly at Sero. He’s not all that much taller than him but enough that Katsuki has to tilt his head back slightly just to look him in the face. Lanky freak all long limbs and fast rolling fingers. He’s even watched him roll a joint without looking at lightning speed. Might not be that impressive but it sure is when you watch it first hand. His eyes are red rimmed so it’s clear he’s already smoked the joint he watched him roll when he first walked through the door. And if the smell sticking to his clothes is any obvious indicator. A wide smile stretches across the darker haired boys face.

“I didn’t think you’d actually show up Kat. What are you being bribed with Hm?” His tone has a teasing lilt to it which makes the blonde want to roll his eyes. But he doesn’t. He suppresses that urge.

“I’m not being bribed with anything.” He huffs a little.

“Are you sure? Aw then you do love us. The birthday boy does have a heart.” He smiles lazily at Katsuki and this time he can’t help the involuntary eye roll and shove in Sero’s direction.

“Get fucked I don’t like any of you idiots.”

Whatever he said must have been funny as it pulls a hearty chuckle out of the other. Maybe his lie was quite obvious this time. He’s never been good at lying. He pats Katsuki’s shoulder gently not noticing the mosquito rapidly approaching.

“A birthday boy huh.”

Irritation floods his bloodstream at an almost alarming rate. He shoots a glare in his direction making the senior fuckboy raise his hands in surrender and look dare he say sheepish.

“Easy firecracker. I’m just here to say happy birthday and be polite.”

He scoffs and Sero shuffles from foot to foot like he’s uncomfortable. Weird… he doesn’t look at him to confirm it though. He’s a little worried at what he might find there if he does look at him. He probably won’t like what he finds.

“Happy birthday.” Izuku says, voice velvety smooth. He must have practiced a ton to get it to sound so nice. Maybe he’s the type of loser to rehearse in front of a mirror. That thought makes him snort out loud.

“Did I say something funny?” He questions stepping closer into Katsuki’s space. Very few people dare such a bold move. He’s now so close that he can smell his cologne. He hates himself a little more for wanting to be even closer to smell it better. He looks up at him and for the first time he realises he’s never actually been this close. He stands almost a head taller than katsuki and it fills him with some semblance of rage adding logs to his ever growing irritation threatening to blow.

“No your face is just funny.” Real nice Katsuki real nice. He scolds himself mentally for his lousy clap back. Though one look at izuku and it’s clear it hasn’t bothered him in the slightest. In fact he looks even more smug like he encouraged him in some way. God he’d love to smack that look off of his face. He won’t be another one of his faceless names in his spank bank book of fucks. But he is cute he’ll give him that. He reprimands the apparently horny side of his brain.

“Thank you. For the birthday wish that is.” He says to be polite. No point in being an ass. Not when Izuku has the power to ruin his social life at school. And possibly ruin him in other ways too.

End that train of thought right there. That is a perfect example of what he does not need to be thinking about. How strong was his drink?  He steps back slightly to put some space between them before he does something stupid like putting his face right into the crook of his neck. If it bothers the green haired bastard his face doesn’t give anything away. That smile still plastered across his freckled face.

“You’re welcome. Though… I have to ask. Why are you at a house party on your birthday? Surely there are better things you could be doing.” He ignores the way green eyes flick down to his lips before darting back up to his face. Heat rushes up to his cheeks at the thought of kissing him. He’d definitely be good at it. But if he did wouldn’t he be kissing at least half of the people here? His presence annoys him to no end and yet up close even even he can’t escape his charm. No one is immune he guesses.

Feeling scrutinised under his gaze his eyes dart away to the side focussing on anything other than him to try and remain level headed.

“My friends were already planning to come to this. It just happens to fall on my birthday.” Katsuki states rather matter of factly trying his best to keep his voice steady. He sure hope it comes across that he’s less affected by Izuku than he feels.

Katsuki levels his stare again just to see his smile stretch impossibly wider possibly becoming even more smug than before like he’s won something.

“I don’t see your friends.” He all but purrs.

“Am I fucking invisible to you then?” Sero pipes up from his left, voice steady and sounding mildly agitated. He takes a small step closer to Katsuki but not enough to really invade his personal space. He’s keeping a respectful distance. But still close enough to count as protective. Izuku all but glances at him otherwise is ignoring Sero’s presence. Pretending he isn’t there.

Katsuki plucks the cherry out of his drink, noticing how it stains his fingers and bites it, juice from the fruit trickling over his bottom lip and down his chin before wiping it away with the back of his hand. He finds the greenette tracking the movement like a hawk.

“I should really get back to my friends.” He says looking up at Izuku through his lashes. He can’t help but play him at his own game a little. Even if that’s what he tells himself.

He watches as he swallows thickly and nods. Perhaps he is just as affected by Katsuki as he is Izuku he thinks with slight amusement.

“Yeah.. yeah go on then. I’m sure they’re missing you. I’m Izuku by the way.”

He holds his hand out like he wants to shake it. Katsuki glances down at it seeing how it’s littered with scars before smiling. He bites the last of his cherry and gently upturns Izuku’s hand to put the pip in his palm. Relishes in the way the freckled man’s mouth hangs open in shock and takes a few extra seconds to compose himself. He bets nobodies ever shut down one of Izuku’s advances before.

“I know who you are.” Katsuki hums absentmindedly before turning on his heel and starts weaving through people to the sofas on the other side of the room where he knows Ochako is sitting with Kyoka.

“Listen man.” Sero says cooly trying to keep whatever peace it is they have between them even if the annoyance is hardly concealed in his tone.

“I wouldn’t try it with Katsuki. He’s a good guy but he’s not very… receptive to things like this.”

His hand claps Izuku firmly on the shoulder giving it a slight squeeze in warning before he also disappears through the sea of people.

“Not receptive huh.” He says looking over as Katsuki sits down with his friends. Watching the way he smiles at them. Wanting that smile to be directed at him.

“We’ll see.”

Across the room Katsuki settles between Camie and Kyoka on the sofa. They’re plush and soft, easy to melt into which is exactly what he does with a deep sigh. His limbs feel like they’re tingling with adrenaline yet all he did was talk with Izuku. He has to hold his drink above his head at arms length before Camie can snatch it out of his hands to drink herself. Fucking thief. When that doesn’t work he holds her away by her head and quickly gulps down the remaining contents of his glass. It gets lowered back into his lap when it’s safe, meaning she’s been pacified with someone else’s drink now that his glass is Empty.. It probably wasn’t the best idea if the burn in his throat is anything to go by.

A red lollipop gets held out in front of his face drawing his attention to the dark haired girl to his left.

“Want one? I have lots of different flavours.” Kyoka asks, gently smiling at him before pulling more coloured lollipops out of her bag.

“I thought you’d want the red one since it’ll match your top.”

He nods and takes it from her. It’s one of those pesky wrappers that’s a nightmare to open without working up a sweat. What kind of loser can’t open something as minuscule as a lollipop. He likes the wrappers you can literally just pull off.

Kyoka must sense his struggle because she takes it from him and uses one of her nails to open it and hands it back. She made that look easy.

“Thank you.” He says putting it in his mouth. One thing he likes about her is that she doesn’t feel obligated to fill every silence between them with small talk. She hates that shit just as much as he does. Though it’s kind of pointless here with the loud music and all. It gives him time for his eyes to wander around aimlessly. Watch people dancing or losing at beer pong. He says aimlessly but he keeps being drawn to that one annoying green haired asshole. Even more so annoying that katsuki finds he can pick him out from the crowds he’s in. Guess that’s his lame ass superpower.

It’s a shame the schools bicycle is a pretty one. Not that it’s his body count that’s the problem. The problem is that he tends to fuck and then dip. A few of his friends have fallen into that trap and woken up alone and feeling used. Maybe that’s why Sero was protective. But if they both had the intention to just have casual sex? That’s a different story all together.

He refocuses on the world around him and his gaze zeros in on the one occupying his thoughts. He watches him look over and he smiles that brighter than life smile straight at him. It’s too bright to look directly at so his gaze lowers to the empty glass he’s currently nursing in his lap.

Fuck.

He braves another glance in his direction and to his relief Izuku is making a drink. He looks like he really knows what he’s doing. What piques his interest more is the cherry izuku drops into it. He sits at the kitchen island and pushes the other drink in front of a vacant seat.

Does he want him to go over there? Was that for him? That’s a clear invitation if he’s ever seen one.

He swallows down his pride, if there’s much of it to begin with, and stands up putting his current glass down now completely uninterested in it. It is empty after all. He mumbles something along the lines of that he’s got to piss and like a man possessed makes his way to the devil himself soul in hand. He’ll hand it over to him in a bow wrapped box if he asked him nice enough.

Before tonight he had no interest in being in a 5 meter radius of Izuku. The slut wasn’t even on his radar. Now it’s a wild fire, flames licking over his brain creating a fog of fuck boy filled thoughts in its wake. It consumes him on ways he didn’t think were possible. Now the thought of bedding him sounds appealing. Is that from the alcohol or the fact izuku would know exactly what to do with that clever tongue. He’s just horny. Maybe that’s the problem. Too focused on school and not paying attention to any base desires he might have.

He slides into the wooden stool next to Izuku glancing at the drink but not touching it just yet.

“So.” Izuku drawls resting his chin on his hand as he looks at Katsuki. There’s something electric in those green eyes.

“Katsuki right?” His voice takes on a lower volume like it’s only them in their own private little bubble. Even the music is lower. Maybe someone called in a noise complaint.

“Yeah. What’s it to you?” Katsuki asks around the lollipop in his mouth, words coming out a little muffled.

“Am I not allowed to make conversation? Besides you came to me doll. So you must be somewhat interested.” He says so cocksure of himself. Like he’s got Katsuki all figured out. Perhaps he has. Is that really so bad?

Katsuki shrugs running his finger around the rim of his glass. It is his birthday after all. Maybe he could indulge this a little.

“What makes you think I’m interested.” He caves and picks up the drink taking the lollipop out of his mouth to have a sip. The drink is spicy but the sweetness left on his tongue from the lollipop really balanced it out into something mouth watering. He hums and puts it back down enjoying the alcohol induced swirl his head has become.

“Why else would you be here with me?” He teases.

And that’s something Katsuki doesn’t have an answer to. Nor would he give Izuku the satisfaction of answering. He puts the lollipop back into his mouth to avoid the question. A strong hand hold his chin to tilt his face so he’s looking back at Izuku. To drown in those eyes. He’s smiling and it’s starting to grow on him. This close he can make out every freckle and beauty spot he has on that stupidly pretty face of his and smell his cologne even better than before. It’s woodsy yet somehow fruity. Mouthwatering is the what it is. Makes him want to sink his teeth into him and taste the skin there.

He’s still smiling when he gently takes the lollipop out of his mouth and into his own with a low hum. Is he groaning at the taste of the candy or the fact it’s the closest he’s gotten to tasting the inside of Katsuki’s mouth.

Heat floods through his entire body and settles low in his stomach.

“That’s mine.” He says as he snatches it back not caring if the hard candy knocks against Izuku’s teeth. It’s not until it’s back in his own mouth the weight of what happened washes over him.

Shit he should have just let him keep it. Especially knowing that this had been in Izuku’s mouth adds gasoline to the already raging fire in his pussy. He presses his thighs together when he feels the telltale signs of slick pooling in his boxer briefs.

That’s going to get real uncomfortable soon.

“Your makeup is so fucking pretty… Look down and let me see it better.” Izuku murmurs. He’s not asking, he’s telling him. His tone is soft but still firm enough that leaves no room for negotiation. He’s still got his hand holding his jaw so he can’t avoid that burning gaze. His eyes flick down to show him the black shadow and silver glitter that coats his lids and around his eyes. Izuku makes an appreciative sound low in his throat which sends bolts of electricity down his spine.

“So pretty.” He says again, thumb stroking his jaw. Katsukis eyes flutter open and he looks at Izuku. His pupils are blown wide almost engulfing his entire Iris. Only thin rings of emerald are visible. He’s looking at Katsuki like he’s trying his hardest not to eat him here.

The lollipop is gently pulled from his mouth again and he tries to ignore the strings of Saliva that connect it to his lip before inevitably snapping.

“Can I kiss you baby?” Izuku asks leaning close enough that their noses brush together. Something about it is so intimate that it scares him a little. Katsuki glances around since he knows how his friends will feel about this. He’d never live it down.

His face gets tilted back towards him as Izuku clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Nono. This is about what you want. Not what they want. So do you want me to kiss you baby?”

He doesn’t voice his answer not trusting the way it might come out. Might betray how just a few words have him so wrecked. Though he leans close enough to close the gap between them, his hand finding purchase on the others thigh.

He presses his lips gently against Izuku’s in a somewhat chaste kiss before his head is being tilted back and mouth kissed breathless. His tongue traces the seam of Katsuki’s mouth before pushing its way inside. Tasting sweet from the cherry candy they both shared and it makes it that much sweeter when their tongues push against each other. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks he shouldn’t be doing this. But now that he is he doesn’t want to stop. Not when kissing Izuku feels so damn good. Katsuki gathers up some of his bravery and nips at Izuku’s soft bottom lip pulling a startled gasp out from him. The sound etches itself into his brain. Suddenly he wants to hear more of them.

It must kickstart something inside izuku because one of his hands cup the back of his neck and the other firmly drags his stool closer effectively closing any gap that was between their bodies. Their knees bump and Katsuki’s get spread wide just to make room for the taller man. He’s half fighting the urge to straddle his lap. Rub his already leaking cunt on his thigh that he just knows would feel so good.

Small gasps and pitiful whines get pulled from his throat. They’ve never done this before yet it’s like Izuku knows exactly how to play him. Like they’ve been doing this for years. A finely tuned instrument just for him. He wraps his arms around broad shoulders pulling himself closer not wanting to have any space between them. Only being satisfied when their chests are pressed flush.

They part with an audible smack and Katsuki pants to pull much needed air back into his lungs. The mix of alcohol in his system paired with being lightheaded from the kiss makes Katsuki’s body feel as though it’s floating.

“Fuck…” Izuku says quietly. He can say that again. Katsuki knows his face must be flushed red.

Izuku runs his thumb over Katsuki’s kiss swollen bottom lip.

“Should we go somewhere more private baby? I don’t think I want anyone to else seeing you like this.” Katsuki nods along to his words before he even finishes his sentence.

“Yeah? Good… I know just the place.” Izuku says as he stands up pulling Katsuki with him.

He guides him through the crowds of people towards the stairs at the far end of the room.  Luckily with this many people around it’s easy for them to slip up the stairs unnoticed by any of their friends. They don’t even make it to the top of the stairs, barely 6 steps up, before their lips crash together into something desperate. All teeth and tongue.

Katsuki grunts as his back hits the wall with a thud and his arms get pinned above his head. He has half the mind to complain but when Izuku presses his knee between his legs it goes deliciously blank. Not a single coherent thought in his head.

He hums approvingly when Katsuki grinds his hips down against the hard muscle of his thigh just like he’s wanted to all night. He chases the small zings of momentary pleasure that it brings. But it’s not enough.

“That’s it baby… you just need someone to take control once in a while right? You can do that with me. You can let go.” Izuku’s voice fills the static of his brain as he speaks in between leaving teasing kisses, nipping along his jaw and neck.

They’re still stood on the fucking stairs and if they don’t manage to get to the top of them soon he might let Izuku eat his pussy on these very steps. He doesn’t care if people see, they can watch for all he cares right now.

“Izuku…” If he wasn’t so turned on he’d hate the way his voice comes out all whiny. Izuku hums and pulls away to look at him.

“I know baby I know. Let’s go.” He says with a small smile and he starts dragging Katsuki further up the stairs. He opens random doors until he finds one that slightly resembles a bedroom.

Boxes are piled high since it seems that whoever this bedroom belongs to isn’t quite finished unpacking. But the bed is made. So that’s a bonus.

“Is this your house then?” Katsuki asks pulling Izuku further into the bedroom and kicking the door shut behind them, clicking the lock into place.

“Nope. Not at all. I don’t even know whose place this is.” He replies with a wolfish grin. He backs Katsuki up until his knees hit the bed and he falls down into the soft comforter that’s there. This isn’t Izukus bedroom… this is some strangers bed. And they plan to dirty their sheets. It shouldn’t be as hot as it feels. He can’t find it within himself to feel bad for what they’re about to do.

“Fuck you’re so pretty… You’ll let me play with you a little right?”

Yes… Katsuki thinks. Just not my heart.

He nods his head a little and is pulled back into a bruising kiss. Their tongues fight for dominance but Katsuki is fighting a losing battle when his hair gets pulled tugging his head back. His resolve fades away with a throaty groan. Izuku’s tongue sweeps over his teeth like he’s trying to learn every crevice of his mouth. The bed dips as he presses his knee into the mattress between his legs to climb over Katsuki. That little crop top is pulled off over his head and Izuku pushes his back into the covers.

His eyes rake over his body and he’s appreciative of the view. Angry red marks litter his neck and collarbones. Jeans low on his hips and pretty pink nipples he wants to pinch and abuse.

“This is a good look on you. Every time I’ve seen you you’re so well put together. I can’t wait to ruin that. Ruin you.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes despite those words doing something deep within him. He’s been watching him? How long has this target been on his back for?

“You better put that mouth to good use then. You have quite the reputation. Prove it to me. Or are you all talk?” He says with a sly grin as he stretches his arms high above his head.

Izuku smiles back taking the bait of the challenge and starts unbuttoning Katsuki’s jeans to get them off. He pulls them down his long legs and over his shoulder where they’re bound to be forgotten. Izuku pauses when he sees Katsuki’s boxers. Every indicator points to the blonde being turned on yet he’s not hard. Did he do something wrong?

He pulls his boxers down cautiously and all the air leaves his lungs in a punched out wheeze when he watches thick lines of slick connect from the fabric to the prettiest cunt he’s laid eyes on. Chubby with a light dusting of barely there blonde hair.

“Oh.” Is all he can manage dumbly as he rubs a finger through thick flushed folds. He’s so soft and warm it kicks his brain into overdrive. He needs to taste him now.

Katsuki preens at the fact he managed to catch Izuku so off guard. Pride practically seeps out through his pores making him glow.

“I knew you’d be pretty baby but fuck I didn’t expect this…” Izuku mutters into the skin of Katsuki’s hipbone.

He kisses the skin there and trails them down his lower stomach and over coarse hair before being where he wants.

Katsuki’s legs open as an invitation and that’s all he needs to greedily run his tongue up from hole to clit. The blonde gasps above him and his hips give a little involuntary twitch. He’s sensitive. He’s so keyed up that everything feels 10 times better than usual. Or at least 10 times better than when he’s alone.

Izuku puts both legs over his shoulders and pins those hips down by bracketing them to the bed with his forearm.

Izuku all but devours his cunt. Slurping messily at his juices like he’s a starved man. The arm pinning his hips gives Katsuki no wiggle room to move or grind against Izuku’s face. He has no other choice but to lay there and take it.

Moans bubble up from his throat and Katsuki has never heard himself make such debaunched noises before. Not even in the privacy of his room with a good toy. He half wonders what kind of state he must look.

He glances down at Izuku to find him already staring back at him. Eyes alight with that same electricity as before. He’s not quiet either. Low moans and deep groans that vibrate against his pussy like Izuku is the one getting off. Pervert that he is he might actually be getting off to it.

He knows he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast when izuku hooks his arm around his thigh so his fingers can play with his swollen clit.

“Oh- shit… Ah- fuck!” He pants out.

That added with the sensation of his tongue pushing into his dripping hole is enough to tip him over the edge. His orgasm builds, the tension growing taught low in his gut before it snaps and his thighs clamp around Izuku’s head. Though this one feels different than what he’s used to.

“Fuck- wait wait wait- shit Izuku!” His cries are cut off as white sparks erupt behind his eyelids as he squeezes his eyes tightly shut. He’s vaguely aware of how much wetter everything feels and sounds. Izuku groans loudly still prodding Katsuki’s hole with his tongue as his legs loosen around his head.  He pulls away with one final kiss to clit and drags the arms obscuring the blondes face from view.

“So fucking hot. I need you to squirt like that on my cock.” He says desperation heavy in his tone. Katsuki opens an eye to look at him and they widen at his state. The front of his T-shirt is soaked the fabric dark and clinging to his skin. He squirted and showered Izuku in it. Oh god there’s even droplets in his hair. This is beyond mortifying. But he also likes seeing Izuku look so filthy. So slutty.

He pulls the wet T-shirt off and drops it to the floor. His pants are unbuttoned and pulled down next kicking them off to the side. Katsuki eyes the very obvious tent in the front of Izuku’s boxers and his mouth waters a little.

“My turn right baby?” He says with a smile, teasing with the waistband of his boxers. Katsuki sits up quickly and pulls Izuku down to crash their lips together. He moans when he tastes himself on Izuku’s tongue. He manoeuvres them both until he’s sat on the edge of the bed and katsuki slides down onto his knees between Izuku’s legs. He watches him with hungry eyes and wets his bottom lip in anticipation as the blonde pulls at his waistband.

He pulls on it hard enough that his cock springs free and slaps up against his stomach. Not before hitting Katsuki in the face on the way up smearing precum over his cheek. He wraps his hand around the base and idly wonders if this monster will even fit since his hand just about wraps around it for his fingers to touch. He uses his thumb to smear the precum beading at the slit around the head.

Izuku hisses and pushes Katsuki closer by the back of his head.

“Cmon baby I know you’re dying for a taste.” He teases earning himself an eye roll. Katsuki drags his tongue from base to tip before digging it into the slit to taste just like Izuku said he wanted to. God he was right. He hums and starts sucking at and kissing his way up and down his shaft.  There’s not much technique but his enthusiasm sure makes up for the way he’s slobbering all over his cock. He listens to the noises that Izuku makes to get her what he likes. Once that first moan leaves his lips Katsuki starts swallowing him down like a man possessed. Desperately trying to hear those noises again.

“Fuck that’s so good baby… just like that- shit choke on it.” His words are accompanied by Izuku pushing roughly on the back of his head effectively fucking into his throat. The muscle there convulses as he suppresses a gag but he can’t quite stop the tears from pricking at the corners of his eyes, welling up threatening to ruin his makeup. He lets Katsuki pull away with a wet gasp seemingly having some sort of mercy on him. Though much to his disappointment izuku doesn’t let him latch his mouth onto his cock by keeping a firm grip on his hair.

“Look at you.” He teases. Katsuki knows he must look like a slut but he doesn’t care. He even dares to smiles at Izuku all sweet and coy.

“I should have fucked you when I first laid eyes on you. So good for me. I bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you.”

Katsuki just watches as izuku studies his face.

“This okay baby?” He asks tone going softer. It warms something in Katsuki’s chest and he nods.

“Yes.” He breathes, voice already wrecked. Izuku smiles widely and lets blonde hair go and as soon as he’s no longer in his grasp Katsuki swallows his dick down to the hilt. He bobs his head experimentally a few times to see what’s comfortable before setting up a steady rhythm.

That rhythm doesn’t last long as Izuku once again spears his throat with his cock and stands up forcing katsuki to raise onto his knees.

“Pinch me twice if it’s too much.” Is the only warning he’s given before Izuku starts to thoroughly fuck his throat. Garbled moans and whines get pulled out with every other rough thrust. Big hands pet through his hair and strokes at his cheeks which is a stark contrast to the abuse being given to his mouth.

The blonde has a hard time swallowing the never ending saliva that’s pooling under his tongue so a lot of it ends up bubbling around the cock bullying his throat.

His mind is filled with only Izuku, his voice, his taste, his smell, which makes sense since he’s practically fucking his skull. Katsuki can feel himself dripping into the floor and slides a hand down to rub at his clit before dipping a finger into his drenched needy hole. He pumps that finger in and out at a furious pace before adding a second the slick squelching noises echoing around the room with his muffled gags and moans.

Izukus pace borders on brutal when he noticing Katsuki’s hand working between his legs. Bouncing on his own fingers as he chokes on Izuku’s cock.

“So slutty baby. Is me filling this hole not enough for you that you had to fill that one too?” His voice is degrading and teasing all the same. It makes his pussy pulse, pulling a pitiful whine from Katsuki’s throat and he looks up at him. The tears welling up in his eyes spill over dragging black eye makeup down his cheeks.

His fingers don’t stop moving all the while Izuku is talking. Squelching messily, It’s not enough to get him off and he rocks his hips desperately.

“Aw.” Izuku coos voice full of mock sympathy. He pulls out of his mouth enough to let Katsuki breathe deeply before slamming home again at the back of his throat. That brutal pace starts up again and Katsuki is left gagging and boneless.

His thrusts speed up the slap of his balls smacking against Katsuki’s chin loud within the room.

“Fuck so good… so good for me. I’m not going to last much longer-shit!” His hips stutter and lose their rhythm.

“Happy birthday.” He says through gritted teeth pulling his cock out of his mouth and cumming over Katsuki’s face. Thick stripes of white hitting his cheeks and his outstretched tongue. Icing on a beautiful cake. He hums at the sight and rubs the head of his cock over Katsuki’s cheek to swear the mess further.

“Cmon up here baby I’m not done with you yet.” Izuku says as he hauls Katsuki up to his feet. The blonde wobbles slightly on his feet at the sudden change of balance. He uses that to his advantage as he pushes Katsuki back onto the bed.

“Condom?” Katsuki asks, voice rough. Emerald eyes widen in realisation and he looks around for his jeans. He pulls out a square foil wrapper from the back pocket which makes Katsuki snort in amusement.

“I wonder why you have that.” He deadpans earning an eye roll and a playful smack to his thigh.

“Always good to be prepared. Though this is the only one I have. Shame really I want to fuck you more than once.” The disappointment is evident in his tone but he’s made his peace with it.

“Do you always use protection?” Katsuki asks before he can stop himself. Izuku looks over at him like he’s grown a third leg.

“Yeah all the time. I never not use protection.”

“So that would mean that you’re clean?”

Katsuki says. He’s looking at Izuku like he’s not getting an obvious hint.

“Yes?”

“I’m clean too.”

Oh. Oh.

“Shit you’d let me go in raw? You want me to fuck you without the condom baby? Who knew you were such a whore. But that’s okay. You’re my whore right? All mine.” Izuku grins climbing over him and pushing Katsuki’s legs back, essentially folding him on half until his ankles are by his ears.

“I asked you a question Katsuki.” He rubs his cock through wet folds as he waits for an answer. He looks at Katsuki expectantly.

“Yes..” he breathes. “Please…”

“Oh you ask so nicely baby.” He says, voice strained as he looks at the tiny hole he needs to try and force his cock into. He’s hoping that Katsuki’s fingers from earlier was enough. Katsuki reaches his hand down and spreads his pussy lips between his fingers in an upside down V shape. Izuku swears under his breath at such a clear invitation to be fucked and starts feeding his length into that greedy hole. Katsukis head tilts back as he gasps since the stretch of such an intrusion burns. He rocks his hips to get used to the feeling while Izuku thrusts shallowly to help ease the burn.

“Fuck you’re so warm…” Izuku’s voice is breathy showing just how affected he is.

“Come on Zuku harder.” Katsuki whines getting impatient. He pulls him closer forcing their hips flush together.

“Fuck!” Izuku shouts. He gets a better grip on Katsuki’s legs and starts fucking into him like an animal. His pace started off lazy but picks up speed. Wet slaps of skin fill the room followed by twin moans of pleasure. The music from downstairs is loud enough to drown out their actions. The same can’t be said for the bedsheets they’re effectively ruining.

“So good- fuck you’re so good-“ Slender hands drag Izuku down into what can only be described as a filthy kiss. It’s wet and messy just like his pussy. Their tongues no longer fight for dominance but tangle together. The blonde is the first to pull away for air but even then Izuku’s lips never leave Katsuki’s skin. He cranes his neck down to bite and suck at his rosey nipples that are just begging to be touched. They’re sensitive too judging by the way Katsuki tightens up like a vice around his cock.

“You like your tits being played with baby?” He says hotly against Katsuki’s flushed skin. His only response is the answering keen as he gently takes the hardened bud between his teeth and rolls it.

He’s breathing hard and sweat drips down his face and neck. Katsuki’s pussy flutters around him giving away that the blonde is close to cumming. He grins and starts thrusting harder desperate for him to squirt on his cock just like he said he’d make him.

“Ahh shit- fuck fuck fuck- gonna cum… you’re gonna make me cum-“ Katsuki wails.

“Fucking do it. Go on baby get my cock all messy.” Izuku all but growls directly into his ear. Or at least onto his hearing aid. He gasps brokenly and clamps around his dick so hard as he squirts for the second time that it pops out. He watches as his hole clenches around nothing seemingly mourning the loss as hot liquid trickles down and seeps into the bedsheets. He hopes whoever’s he’d this is they have some spare bedsheets.

“Good boy.” He whispers against the shell of his ear, giving it a playful nip.

“You didn’t cum.” Katsuki says voice sounding slightly disappointed and dazed as he comes down from his high. Izuku hums thoughtfully.

“And I can’t cum in here can I? Not wothout protection. So how about I use this hole instead?” His grin is wicked as he pushes one finger into katsukis cunt to lubricate it. He traces his now wet finger around his rim before pushing it into his ass. Katsuki’s eyes go wide in shock. Is Izuku really going to fuck his ass. It’s not something he ever considered doing. The intrusion feels odd but odd doesn’t always mean bad.

Izuku thrusts his finger in and out a few times testing the give until the muscle eventually relaxes before gradually adding a second. This continues until he’s four fingers deep in katsukis ass.

“That should be enough. Wanna watch you ride it.” He pulls his fingers out and gives katsuki a sharp smack to the backside of his thigh. Sharp enough to draw out a surprised gasp. Izuku lets katsuki go and settled back against the headboard. He waists no time in climbing into the green haired man’s lap and lining his cock up with his hole. First time for everything. The blunt head catches on his rim and the stretch makes him groan resting his sweaty forehead against Izuku’s shoulder. Strong hands rub soothing circles on his back as inch by inch he slowly sinks down until he’s sat fully in his lap woth Izuku completely sheathed inside. It feels so much different to having something stuffed into his pussy. The tighter hole gives the faux feeling of being filled even more than the last time. Or perhaps that’s due to their new position.

He raises his hips slightly feeling the drag of Izuku against his walls before sitting back down. He does this a few times to get a nice steady pace using his hands on Izuku’s shoulders as leverage.

His head tilts back and he moans as the friction sends pleasant little shocks down his spine and straight to his pussy. He already knows he’s dripping all over Izuku but neither of them can bring themselves to care. Izuku’s head knocks back against the headboard as he grits his teeth through a raspy moan. His hands switch against Katsuki’s hips before gripping tightly and manhandling him down into a much meaner thrust. He plants his feet firmly against the bed and pounds up into the right heat Katsuki was so kind as to indulge him in.

“Oh fuck- too much that’s too much-“ his words fall to deaf ears and he is aware of the irony there. His pace remains brutal using Katsuki in a way some would very well use a fleshlight. He’s relentless in chasing his own pleasure and if Katsuki just so happens to cum along the way thats just an added bonus. All Katsuki is left to do is hold on for dear life as Izuku wrecks one of his holes.

He groans deep in his ear as his rhythm falters. He pulls katsukis hips flush roughly as he cums inside his twitching hole. He frowns like it isn’t good enough. He brings his hand down onto katsukis cunt with a loud thwack. Electricity courses through his veins and Izuku does it again until he’s shaking, pathetic little streams of his orgasm soaking Izuku’s stomach.

“That’s better.” He mumbles into hot damp skin.

The blonde is still shaking in his arms as he works through the aftershocks. He doesn’t think he’s cum so many times in one night. Not even from a toy. And man can’t compare to machine. But apparently this one can. His head gets tilted up by gentle hands and pulled into an equally as gentle kiss. The touch is tender and it almost feels as if they’re lovers. Big hands stroke at the skin of his hips and rock them back and forth for a little bit of friction. Not enough to get off on but enough to feel pleasant.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Izuku whispers against his lips. Katsuki tangles his fingers in his messy and slightly damp green curls and kisses him more intense than before.

“Thank you.” He whispers back between kisses.

“You don’t understand how fucking pretty you are.” Izuku presses on making Katsuki laugh. The bell like sound completely pure filled with post orgasm bliss. He only proves izukus point further. They stay close like this wrapped up in their own afterglow. Their own personal bubble so tender and safe that it’s hard to ruin the mood. Stray kisses find home on warm skin and hands gently sooth away any aches that might be there. Particularly Katsuki’s thighs. They could fall asleep here if it wasn’t for this not being their bed. The thought seems to dawn on them both immediately popping their little blissful bubble. Sitting up quickly in bed they both start looking for their clothes that have been haphazardly thrown in every direction.

Katsuki picks up his clothes as he finds them silently apologising to whoever this room belongs to when he plucks his boxers from the desk. A loud knock rattles the door and they both whip their heads in that direction, eyes comically wide. They glance at each other and the knocking on the door continues.

“Fuck.” Izuku says quietly.

Yeah Katsuki thinks.

Fuck.