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Midoriya Izuku was a patient guy. Really he was.He put up with a lot of displays of childishness over the years, but come on. They were already eighteen and about to become adults. On top of that, they were in the middle of English class. Couldn’t he control himself a bit?He could feel the twisting and tugging at the back of his head because someone was acting exactly like a two year old and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He turned his head to see Kacchan who quickly sat up straight in his desk, looking away like he hadn’t been pulling on a lock of Izuku’s hair.Izuku huffed in exasperation and narrowed his eyes, sticking out his bottom lip and forcing the corners of his mouth not to turn upward. He turned back to face the front as Present Mic continued gesticulating wildly, explaining English in the most confusing way possible—sometimes even breaking out into song.It wasn’t even two minutes later before Kacchan was at it again.Izuku was vaguely aware of the eyes of his classmates on them but chose to ignore it, instead flicking Kacchan’s hand away with the force of One For All (less than one percent so it wasn’t that noticeable). Kacchan hissed in discomfort, trying to shake the pain away. He’d been messing with him all day already, but Izuku had to admit he wasn’t any better.After the end of second year, a very noticeable shift in their dynamic took place. Kacchan’s jibes melted into gentle teasing, and the bullying from before was just nuanced prodding now. The most dramatic change from everything was that it was all in jest rather than malice, unlike before when Izuku had to admit he’d been the victim of bullying from Kacchan.Izuku wasn’t quite sure when the shift happened. He just remembered that after they started high school, Kacchan’s bullying stuttered to a grinding halt, and then after they fought that time at ground beta, their relationship seemed to be on an upward swing. They trained together regularly and were able to have actual conversations. They grew together to become heroes that could fight alongside each other as equals.More and more Izuku spent time with Kacchan, and it felt like they’d grown closer than they ever were, even as small children.Izuku drew a deep breath, wondering just when these play fights had started—wondered just when he’d started savoring his intimate interactions with Kacchan as much as he did now.He craved Kacchan’s attention as much as he craved becoming a hero. Had it always been that way?No. . . No, once Kacchan started becoming horrible to him, he pushed away his admiration for his childhood friend, or at least he’d tried to. He became his own person, succeeding on his own terms.It wasn’t until Kacchan started smiling at him again that his entire world was flipped upside down.All of the affection he felt for Kacchan in his youth seemed to have only transformed into something bigger, brighter, unnamed, and it was consuming him more and more every day.He bit his lip as his stomach tied itself in knots and heat rose to his face. It was weird. He didn’t know why Kacchan was like this now with him. He didn’t know why Kacchan sought him out during whatever small amount of free time they had. It was so weird but Izuku really liked it. He wanted to keep pushing him to do it more.So he did.He sent Kacchan a note telling him to knock it off already, drawing a picture of himself with an angry face, but deliberately leaving room for him to write more.He saw the note fall back onto his desk in front of him and he opened it to read it’s missive.
What are you going to do about it if I don’t, nerd-kun?
Izuku swallowed, sucking in a deep breath, his cheeks already warm as he started scribbling back onto the note before sending it back.
Try it again and find out, Kacchan ;)
There was no activity for a moment before suddenly Izuku could smell burning hair and a small amount of heat warming his neck—He jumped out of his seat and started frantically patting the back of his head. He felt the burning hair there and he turned to glare daggers at Kacchan, his quirk buzzing beneath the surface of his skin.Kacchan’s eyes were alight with amusement and that was enough to snap in half whatever was left of Izuku’s self control before he lunged at him, knocking him to the floor and bracing his thighs firmly around Kacchan’s head. He squeezed him in a fierce headlock, effectively wiping the smug grin off of Kacchan’s face. His arms weren’t strong enough to hold Kacchan but his legs. . . Well he had bragging rights with his legs. He didn’t even need to use his quirk to immobilize Kacchan like this.“Midoriya—” Mic started, shock coloring his voice.“To be fair,” Izuku heard Todoroki interject, “Bakugou was burning his hair.”Izuku looked down to where Kacchan’s face was buried in his crotch and blushed at the writhing and movements as his nose pressed into his package. Burning crimson looked up at him, glinting in what Izuku could recognize by now as amusement, accented by an emotion he couldn’t recognize as Kacchan had never shown it before. What was clear, Izuku struggled to wrap his mind around, was that Kacchan was enjoying this predicament.Izuku’s entire face started to burn and he let go immediately, tumbling away and finding Kacchan’s face turning slightly pink, his amused grin still on his face.Burning rubies met emeralds in a scorching meld for a moment before they turned away, heat burning to their ears and fumbled back to their seats. Class continued in tense order after that, even Mic’s energy for the rest of the class seemed watered down compared to his exuberant enthusiasm from before. That exchange had been different.Izuku found himself deep in thought for the rest of English, trying to figure out how he felt about the entire thing. His crotch still tingled from that weirdly intimate moment where Kacchan’s nose had been sandwiched between his balls. Their eyes connected for what had to have been way too long, considering the circumstances.No, it was definitely weird.The rest of the classes consisted of their regular play fighting—drawing silly pictures of each other and passing the notes back and forth. Izuku couldn’t, however, stop thinking about the scuffle before and how weirdly Kacchan had reacted.He couldn’t stop thinking about how weirdly Izuku, himself, had acted.Aside from the weird, intimate moment shared before, Izuku knew they were being childish. Really, this was the kind of thing elementary school kids did, but it was fun and the attention was something Izuku found he really liked. He felt like he was growing closer to Kacchan and he was very reluctant to change anything about what was going on here. It was progress, and he wasn’t wasn’t about to let a heated gaze while Kacchan had a faceful of his junk take that progress away from them.After their regular late night sparring session, they were shoving each other all the way back to the dorms, racing and kicking and laughing all the while.Just before they reached the entrance to Heights Alliance, Izuku knocked Kacchan down and attempted to run past him, only to be halted with a swift capture of his ankle that sent him crashing to the ground in front of Kacchan.Izuku was laughing and Kacchan was smirking.“Let me go!” He giggled, pulling at his leg but finding himself struggling. Kacchan’s arms were almost as strong as Izuku's legs.
Almost.
Izuku yanked free and started scrambling away inside, only to be pinned down from above, Kacchan blanketing him and preventing him from escaping.He turned around in Kacchan's hold so that he was on his back, looking up at the dark form of Kacchan looming above him now. The automatic door shut behind them when there was no disturbance in its threshold anymore, and only by the dim red light illuminating from the exit sign above could they make out each other’s faces in the darkness.Izuku grinned up at his best friend. “I win,” he declared, confidently. He’d been the first to enter, after all.Kacchan smirked. “It’s funny you say that when you’re unable to move.” He reiterated this fact by twisting his hands around Izuku’s wrists.Izuku raised an eyebrow in amusement, his grin widening. “You think you won?”Kacchan leaned in then ,Izuku freezing when he felt warm breath on his lips. “I think I wanna wipe that shitty grin off your face.”Heat started to dance below the surface of Izuku skin with anticipation coiling tightly within his gut. He had no idea when or why the atmosphere between them shifted, but it was different again; It was just like before.The air hung between them, laden with electricity that sparked Izuku’s skin and took his breath away. Kacchan wasn’t moving back, either. In fact, he seemed to draw even closer, kicking Izuku’s legs apart and slotting himself between as though he had every right to be there.Kacchan's hands tightened around his wrists, fixing them above his head. Izuku knew it was weird. There was no reason for Kacchan to be pressing their chests together—their hips together.He should’ve been protesting. He should have been trying to wiggle out of his hold and demand to know why he was doing that. He shouldn't have been so focused on the sweet smell of his childhood friend. He shouldn't have been so hyper aware of how their crotches were slotted together. He should have been asking Kacchan what was changing between them—why Kacchan’s movements against his dick made Izuku's body sing with pleasure rather than disgust.His breaths came out slightly shakier as he spoke, his eyelids lowering as his body grew hotter. “H-how will you do that?” Izuku asked, shifting his hips deliberately, tingles buzzing through his skin as Kacchan sucked in a surprised breath at the bold movement.“Deku. . .” Kacchan's hands loosened and Izuku shivered when he felt his soft fingertips slide down his wrists, and further down the soft side of his scarred arms. It tickled but in such a fleeting, pleasant way.“K-Kacchan. . .”Every sensation seemed to be amplified and every one of them gathered tightly between Izuku's legs. His hands went down Izuku’s arms, to his shoulders, and then slowly from his neck to his face. They buried in his hair and skirted teasingly along his scalp.Izuku mewled at the pleasant petting, unable to believe Kacchan was capable of such soft touches. He brought his own hands down to where Kacchan’s rested on his face, marvelling at the velvety texture he found at his knuckles.“S-Surprisingly your skin is really soft.” Izuku mused, running the tips of his fingers along Kacchan’s palms.“Yeah well, my quirk is the same as my mom’s, but the explosions are an added bonus.“Yeah. You’re a lot like Auntie.” Izuku looked up at his shadowed face and reached out, brushing his thumb along his soft cheek. “You’re as beautiful as she is. You always have been.”Izuku could barely see Kacchan in the dim red light, and his expression was unreadable. He blushed when it occurred to him what he’d just said to Kacchan.Breath ghosted his lips now, the fire within his body burned so much brighter with every touch.“K-Kacchan?” he whispered softly. “What are you doing?”“S-Shut up. . . I’m way better looking than that old hag.”Izuku chuckled. “Really?”“You know I am, dipshit.”“Do I?” Izuku prodded playfully.Kacchan growled and started tickling him, wiping the grin right off Izuku’s face (or in this instance, widening it). He growled in Izuku’s ear. “You’re really asking for it, nerd.”“Ahaha! N-No I— Ahaha! S-Stop!”“Mmm, nope. Not until you admit I’m hotter.”“K-Kacchan—Ahh! Oh-Okay O-Okay! Y-You’re hotter. Way hotter. Really sexy I—” Izuku gasped when he felt Kacchan’s lips touch his, just one brief instance of contact before he pulled minutely away, the question hanging thickly between them. Izuku couldn’t pretend he didn’t know what it was, and it made his body burn hotly in. . . what? Embarrassment? Want? Izuku honestly didn’t know what this point. Kacchan just kissed him. There was no two ways about it.In this moment they shared their air in the same way, they were nearly sharing the same space. Their bodies were still pressed so closely together. Izuku could still feel Kacchan’s cock pressing against his own through their pants.But he didn’t move away, and his silence must have been enough affirmation because soon Kacchan was kissing him again, this time more assured, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.Izuku’s eyes fluttered shut and his surprise quickly melted, giving way to contented bliss as they shared their first kiss together (the first one had been too light to count as a kiss in Izuku’s mind).When Izuku thought of the weird atmosphere between them lately, he didn’t realize that this was what it had been leading to.Izuku moaned softly into Kacchan’s mouth, basking unashamedly under his attentive kisses, returning them to the best of his ability and wrapping his arms around Kacchan’s neck.It was all want and need colored with a tint of relief as they moved their lips together, drawing closer and closer. Their kisses were quick to turn urgent, tongues meeting and wrapping around each other, licking and tasting. Their heavy breaths grated the silence around them making it sound almost pornographic in contrast.And with the hot, hard outline of Kacchan’s dick Izuku could feel pushing up deliciously against his own, perhaps pornographic wasn’t an uncalled for description.Izuku was too worked up to dwell on it, his body moving of its own accord to create more and more friction between them, spreading his legs and giving Kacchan easier access. He was so hot. . . on fire r ight now. He didn’t remember ever being this turned on. “Mmm. . . K-Kacchan. . .”“Want something, nerd?” Kacchan growled hungrily into his ear, thrusting firmly against Izuku’s hips and sending currents of arousal washing over his body.“Is someone there?” a sleepy voice cut the heavy atmosphere around them, souring it and morphing it into one of alarm.As though time suddenly sped up, Kacchan immediately vaulted himself away from Izuku, plastering himself against the wall and Izuku stood up just in time for the light to turn on. Izuku felt himself start to burn up with the realization that he’d not only kissed Kacchan but he made out with him on the floor. Izuku didn’t remember wanting to stop even once.The blood in his face seemed to be struggling to decide whether to drain away in horror or simply gather in his cheeks from the mortification..The person who’d interrupted them was Sero and he looked between them for a moment, blinking curiously before speaking. “You guys are late back, huh? What are you doing hanging around here in the dark?”Kacchan, face suspiciously red, bared his teeth and shoved past the other teen, disappearing into the darkness of the dorm.Izuku stood there staring studiously at the floor as his ears burned because not only had he just been kissed, but he’d almost been caught being kissed by one of their classmates. This was so weirdly embarrassing. It was a situation unlike any other he’d dealt with before.Sero looked increasingly concerned. He raised a brow, cocking his head. “Is. . . everything alright? Did you guys have a fight?”Izuku swallowed and looked up, taking a deep breath before putting on the best smile he could muster in front of his classmate. “N-No not at all. We were just getting in late from sparring and we tripped in the darkness. Nothing to worry about.” Liar! Sero studied him for another moment, considering Izuku’s words. The expression on his face seemed wary as though he didn’t believe a word that Izuku said.Because he didn’t, apparently. “You guys have been hanging out a lot more, huh?” He said with a mischievous smile.Izuku fiddled with his shirt, his cheeks becoming an even warmer shade of pink. “W-Well yes. We’re becoming pretty good friends again.”Sero’s grin widened. “Friends. Right.”Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes, brows shot up to his hairline. “Wh-What do you mean by that?”Sero shrugged. “I usually wouldn’t say anything, but for the sake of the rumors, you might wanna tone it down a bit.”“Tone what down?” Izuku demanded.“The flirting. I mean unless you’re actually dating. People are already making bets as to when you two will hook up.”And that was all it took for the rest of Izuku’s body to start on fire with embarrassment. His voice was so shaky he couldn’t even get anything past a mangled garble past his lips.Sero rolled his eyes. “Dude, nobody cares. A lot of people are rooting for you even. Really, we all want you to just do the deed and stop the endless flirting already.”With that, he left. Izuku remained in the now illuminated hallway, body magenta and muttering like a maniac.Was it that obvious? Really? Izuku barely even realized it himself until today, so how was everyone able to see already? Everyone could see. Izuku covered his face in mortification because how did it get this bad? They were training to become heroes. They didn’t have time to be flirting and chasing each other like teenagers. . . Nevermind that they were teenagers; they just didn’t have the time that most did.Izuku didn’t have the luxury to discover what was there between him and Kacchan, whatever that may or may not be.He was training to be a pro hero. The last sports festival of his high school career was tomorrow. He couldn’t afford to let his attention be divided like this. Kacchan had his own priorities as well. They couldn’t do this right now. There wasn’t time.There likely would never be time.The next day Izuku geared up for the events, securing his bracers over his sports uniform. He’d warmed up extra well and even showered afterwards, trying to look his best since he knew he was going to be on television. The world was going to see him today and he had to make this impression last.His career as a hero depended on it!He slapped his cheeks and nodded in the mirror in determination as they started to blossom with red. No distractions! He turned around to leave the bathroom, finding himself running face first into firm yet soft flesh bathed in the sweetest most addicting scent—“Nerd.”Izuku’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped in horror when he realized he was currently nuzzling into Kacchan’s swollen pecs. He jerked back, nearly falling into the sink but bracing himself just in time. He looked up at Kacchan who was wrapped in nothing but a towel, his pale skin flushed from the heat of his shower, droplets of water sliding down from his flaxen hair and down his powerful neck and shoulders.Deep, sanguine eyes bore into jade, and Izuku’s face started to get warm once his eyes fell upon the delicate pink flush of Kacchan’s lips.Those were the same lips that had rearranged all of Izuku’s senses last night on the floor in the entryway.Izuku shook his head. What happened to no distractions?!“K-Kacchan.” Izuku acknowledged breathlessly, forcing his eyes to stay above Kacchan’s collar bone. Right now was not the time to ogle his childhood friend. Why was that suddenly a thing? Ever since Sero had said that thing about flirting, Izuku couldn’t help but think about what a relationship would be like.What would a relationship with Kacchan be like?Izuku blushed and looked up to meet Kacchan’s eyes again, noticing that during that entire inner monologue he’d been staring at his huge, slightly flushed pectorals and the bright pink, perky nubs perched upon them. “L-Let’s do our best at the sports festival today, Kacchan!”Kacchan rolled his eyes. “As if I wouldn’t already. I’m here cause I wanna know what the fuck was that shit last night.”Izuku immediately blushed as the memory of soft, insistent lips hijacked his brain. No! He didn’t have the luxury to even think about that! “I-I don’t know what you’re talking abo—”Izuku was cut off as Kacchan forced his way into Izuku’s space, making the sink dig into the smaller boy’s lower back. He looked up into that intense, crimson gaze and felt his body become warm again at the proximity of their bodies.“Don’t give me that shit, Deku. You were there so you felt the same shit as me. What the hell was with that shit last night?”Izuku’s eyebrows drew together in frustration. “Why are you asking me? You’re the one who started it!”Kacchan froze and Izuku watched as his cheeks became pink, his eyebrows furrowed in embarrassed frustration. “Y-Yeah well, if you hadn’t kept doing that giggly shit earlier I. . .”Izuku raised a brow, pressing him to continue, to somehow explain how that would call for a kissing retaliation.Kacchan wasn’t able to find one, obviously. He shook his head and braced himself on the sink behind Izuku, the movement making their bodies press flush against each other. “In any case. . .” he continued, looking away. “I wanted to ask how you felt about it.”Izuku’s voice was softer. “F-Felt about what?”“The kiss, stupid! A-And everything tape-idiot interrupted.”Izuku’s shoulders trembled and the heat coiled in his gut again at the thought. He shook his head. “N-No matter what I feel, you and I both know that we don’t have time to discuss it. . . The sports festival starts in less than ten minutes.”Kacchan leaned in and gently let their lips brush. “How fucking hard is it to tell me if you liked it or not? Just kiss me right now and I’ll know.”“K-Kacchan. . .” Izuku gripped the sink before taking Kacchan’s hands in his, stroking his thumbs over his soft knuckles in the same way he did last night. “Y-You know I. . . I wanna know what this is too but we’re busy. Both of us. We have too much on our plates to think about this kind of thing. . .”“One fucking kiss won’t take any of our time.”“Kacchan I like you. . . I really like you a lot, but if we were to. . . Even if we somehow were able to be this way together, I can’t do that while we’re working on our resumes and studying for at least twenty different licenses and exams.” Izuku looked away, uncertainty and mild embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I’d wanna be able to give that kind of thing the time attention it deserves.”“But we can make a little time. It can’t be that hard.”“No.” Izuku shook his head. “Just thinking about my upcoming schedule and I know I don’t have any. You probably don’t either so it’s. . . Let’s just wait. If we have time after we graduate then maybe we can—”“Fuck that, Deku.” Katsuki pushed harder against him, kicking his legs apart and taking his lips firmly, burying his fingers into Izuku’s hair and kissing once—twice before pulling only a fraction away. His eyes were dark as they feasted upon Izuku’s now trembling form and breathed, “Like I’m gonna be able to keep my hands of you for an entire year.”Izuku gasped into his mouth, which only left an opening for the assault of Kacchan’s tongue.Izuku struggled against his hold but to no avail. He’d have to use his quirk to get Kacchan off of him now and honestly. . . Well he didn’t want to get him away that much.The kiss was fierce, dizzying, and impassioned with fire that Izuku hadn’t but probably should have been expecting. Kacchan’s mouth moved over his, sucking and biting at his lips, licking and claiming Izuku’s tongue and mouth as his own. Kacchan’s sweet scent was heady and overwhelming, clouding Izuku’s mind and causing his senses to go haywire.Izuku found his body relaxing into the kiss, his fists loosening around Kacchan’s shoulders to lazily rest there instead, as his tongue was sucked on and licked. God, it felt so good. It was everything Izuku never knew he needed. For the first time in years, Izuku felt closeness to Kacchan that was so familiar yet so very different to how they used to be as children.All too soon, Kacchan pulled away, pressing their foreheads together, connecting their gazes. He smirked. “See? We made time.”Izuku huffed, face flushed and pushed Kacchan back. Just cause he’d been caught with his guard down didn’t mean he could get lazy now. “I stand by what I said, Kacchan. It’s just. . . impossible right now.”Katsuki rolled his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”“Excuse me?” Izuku raised a brow in challenge.Kacchan’s lips curled into a smirk. He stood back and shrugged. “I bet you got it so bad for me that I could make you come in front of the entire world today.”Izuku felt his face burn anew. “What?!” “Actually,” he said with a thoughtful look on his face. He popped his fist into his hand and nodded. “Yeah. Okay, how about this,” his smirk widened. “If I can make you come during the sports festival in front of millions of people, on television no less, you have to date me right now.”Izuku’s eyebrows shot to his hairline and he had to shake his head in order to process the words trying to pass through his ears to his brain. “I-I think you’ve gone insane, Kacchan.”Izuku pushed past him, willing his heart to stop hammering and the heat to leave his cheeks. He was going to just nail this entire conversation into a box in his mind and never reopen it again. There was no way he heard Kacchan correctly. Kacchan would never say any of that so—“Oi! I said if I make you jizz in your pants during the event, we’re boyfriends. You got that?”Izuku covered his face and ears, his entire body flushing red with mortification. “K-Kacchan, how can you say that!? Oh my god, it’s so embarrassing. I’m leaving. Good luck at the festival!”Izuku stormed out of the bathroom, shaking his head and muttering, trying to process all of this but unable to since he simply didn’t have time! He was able to distract himself with running to the arena, and by the time he got there, there was no sign of Kacchan so he did a small warm-up before taking his place in the pit. He had to focus. He had to make sure that his mind was on the goal here and nothing else.It was his last chance to make a lasting impression on sponsors. He nodded resolutely, balling his fist as he looked up at the stadium. The extravagant enclosure never failed to strike awe in Izuku. The stands were filled to the brim with onlookers, all of which had various cameras and signs to display their enthusiasm and support. In all corners Deku could spot camera crews, and hovering just above the stadium area, Izuku could see floating camera orbs fixed around the area in order to capture every action packed minute.There would be no escaping the public eye, and Izuku wished he was used to the attention by now, but he could still feel his heart pumping with apprehension at the thought of all those eyes on him. His school career by itself was largely invisible to the public, so the Sports Festival always drew a sense of anxiety in Izuku.But he had to get over that, since as a Pro Hero, he would be in the public eye nearly all the time.He drank in several deep breaths, and by the time he got his pulse to quiet a bit, Present Mic was already taking his place in the center of the stadium, arms outstretched as the crowd watched with bated breathWith a small blush, Mic boomed his obligatory English “WELCOME EVERYBODY!” and the crowd promptly went wild.Izuku smiled as he gave the opening speech, noticing just a few changes from the last one. He thought he’d been listening, but when he became aware of how much his mind had drifted, he realized that his eyes had fallen on the broad chest and shoulders next to him and he jumped, his face going red when he looked up to see that it was Kacchan.He was wearing a self-satisfied smirk and giving Deku a knowing look. Izuku turned his attention back to Mic, eyebrows drawing together with frustration and teeth clenching.For the first time, he felt like blaming Kacchan for making him feel this way. All he wanted to do was focus on school and his goal to become a hero, but Kacchan was here—a distracting siren amidst his quiet sea of dedication, making it very hard not to get swept up in his pace.He knew it was unfair. Izuku was just as much to blame in this but he didn’t like it. Just when had he become this kind of person? He never really entertained the idea of a romantic relationship, so why start now of all times?But to be in a romantic relationship with Kacchan. . . Kacchan would kiss him like he did just this morning, only regularly. They would hold hands and spend time together. . . and maybe eventually they would have. . .Izuku’s entire body flushed red at the thought and he shook his head, scrubbing his face with his hands because why. Why was his brain like this?Because Kacchan said he was going to try to make him come. He was going to make him come during the sports festival. The blush on his face darkened. Why would Kacchan even suggest that? They were going to be on public television and it was ridiculous to even fathom. Izuku was no stranger to masturbation. Last year he discovered how it worked and it was hard to stop his hand reaching into his pants every morning after that. Like the shame of soaking his sheets with his cum repeatedly when he should be training instead, the shame of wanting Kacchan to dare to try it simply turned him on more. He yanked at his hair, wondering just how much of a pervert he could be? They weren’t even dating, and now definitely wasn’t the time, right?It absolutely wasn’t. Kacchan must have been joking. Reality just didn’t work that way.Mic handed the event schedule to Midnight who gladly informed them of the days activities. The theme of this sports festival was cooperation The first event would be a climbing event, in which the only tools they were allowed were their bodies and their quirks. The second event was going to be the three legged race, and the last event would be a Twister tournament.Izuku let his gaze connect with Kacchan. He didn’t know what the last event was, though it sounded vaguely familiar, but he knew he would overcome them all.Kacchan’s smirk was only wider than it had been before, and Izuku jumped when he felt Kacchan’s hand move to rest on his hip from behind. Kacchan was still looking at him, and it honestly felt like the man was testing his limits, seeing how Izuku would react. It was almost like he would stop if Izuku made him.But Izuku didn’t, because Kacchan said he would be able to make him come here. Izuku wasn’t one to back down from Kacchan’s challenges anymore.He ground his teeth together as Kacchan’s hands slid lower and farther back, resting on the swell of Izuku’s ass beneath his uniform. Izuku froze, his heart thrumming under his chest, his skin burning at the contact. Apparently Kacchan wasn’t joking, because that hand traveled further, sliding across his cheek until it reached the crack.He felt those fingers delve between his firm flesh, pressing insistently inward until it made contact with his hole. Izuku felt his face burst into flames because he’d never been touched so intimately before, and Kacchan was doing it right in the middle of the crowd of their classmates. They were packed so tightly that he doubted anyone could notice, but that was besides the point!He swallowed, clenching his eyes shut as those fingers worked between his legs, rubbing his sac through his uniform. Someone was going to notice. Why was he doing this? Why wasn’t Izuku stopping him?Being rubbed like this was a foreign feeling to Izuku, and he didn’t know how he felt about it. It wasn’t unpleasant. These parts were definitely sensitive, and after Kacchan kissed him earlier. . . Well, maybe the thought of being touched like this by Kacchan wasn’t so bad.It kind of felt good, but that was precisely why this was bad.Maybe there was some merit to Kacchan’s claim, and he jumped when his dick was touched next. Kacchan’s hand had moved to the front of his crotch now, letting his fingers rub and stroke Izuku’s cock through the fabric.He sucked in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure started to buzz beneath his skin coupled with acute embarrassment because they were going to get caught. They were so going to get caught like this. His uniform grew tighter as his cock started to swell in interest and it took everything in his power to not spread his legs and make it easier for Kacchan to touch him.He couldn’t lose. Not here. Not now.But, his cock had other ideas.He started to pant as Kacchan’s hands curled around his shape and started to rub it firmly, slowly. He covered his mouth with his hands, lest wayward moans escape his throat for everyone around them to hear. Mmm, Kacchan’s hand felt so good on him. He hadn’t touched himself in so long so he was actually pretty pent up as it was.And that it was Kacchan touching him—the way he was squeezing and rubbing the tip just right, was all he needed to get there if only he could go a little faster. Oh god. Mmm. . . He could come right here and now. He could come in the middle of all of his classmates. His eyes burned with frustrated tears as his arousal at the idea warred with the thought of the inevitable shame and embarrassment. He wanted Kacchan to do it, but at the same time it was terrifying to think about being caught.Izuku couldn’t stop his thighs from parting—his hips from pressing up into Kacchan’s palm, needing more friction, craving more touch. Very suddenly, Kacchan removed his hand, leaving Izuku twitching against nothing but his sports uniform.He took his hands away from his face, his lips parted as his breaths escaped in labored pants. He looked up at Kacchan with half-lidded eyes, tears brimming at the corners, his face warm and open with shame and lust alike.Kacchan grinned in amusement, an eyebrow raised in question before he raised his chin and followed the dispersing crowd, leaving Izuku hard and aching with want. Oh how he wanted to stalk up to him, demanding him to continue since he was the one that started this. He was straining against his pants, jerking desperately, his cock searching for more of that addicting touch now that it had a generous taste of it.But even though he didn’t hear it, he was pretty sure the first event was starting so he forced himself to walk jaggedly forward, dark flush stained across his freckled cheeks.Kacchan was such a jerk!He brought his fist to his mouth and bit down on his finger, trying to clear the fog of arousal from his mind because now was not the time! They were brought to their challenge—a large skyscraper—and were told they needed to scale it using whatever means necessary, but everyone needed to reach the top within the alotted time in order to win.They immediately gathered around each other to discuss how to approach it. There were clearly people that would be able to do it, and others that would be able to use their quirk to help others reach the top, but everyone’s quirk had limits. There was only so much tape Sero could use, so many things Momo could create—before they started to injure themselves or become tired.There were 84 students that needed to reach the top, so relying solely on quirks was not going to work. They had a time limit too. They would have to combine their efforts to make this work.Every creation type used their quirks to make various ladders and stairs and ropes, and most people were able to get at least halfway to the top using these means before the next person was tagged in. The agile types were able to work to transport everyone up the top faster—That was Deku’s role in this, as his quirk gave him speed and strength.Kacchan’s role was less clear as he could very easily undo all of their progress with an ill-timed explosion, so he remained on the ground, keeping everything steady, providing a solid human base because he’d be able to scale the building by himself using his quirk at the end.By the end, Izuku found himself a bit tired out because he’d never sustained his quirk for that amount of time before. He knew if he activated it any more he was going to cause strain on his arms, and Kacchan seemed to notice his dilemma.The human ladder was gone now, and the only person that remained was Tsuyu who was able to scale it by herself as well.Kacchan walked over to him and Izuku squeaked as he was picked up by the bottom of his ass.“K-Kacchan?!”“Don’t be so dramatic, loser. You can’t use your quirk anymore, right?”“I mean I can—” “Yeah, because you need more scars on your shitty arms. I haven’t used my quirk even once so I can easily jet us both up there. Just hold onto me.”Izuku swallowed thickly before hesitantly reaching out, letting his arms wrap around Kacchan’s strong neck and thighs securely around his trim waist. He looked up, seeing one of the drone cameras looking down upon them from above. Heat returned to his face because everyone was seeing this, right? They could see just how tightly Izuku was pressed around Kacchan’s form.What they didn’t see was the way Kacchan squeezed his ass appreciatively before moving his hands to the back and firing off explosions in both hands to propel them upward.With a constant stream of combustion, Izuku felt like they were a rocket making lift-off. When did Kacchan learn how to continuously explode without breaking? Wasn’t it hard on his arms?Just how much more amazing could Kacchan be?Izuku hugged tighter around his neck and buried his face there to shield himself from the unforgiving wind, or at least that’s what he told himself.Before he knew it they reached the top and, as Izuku had predicted, Kacchan looked extremely tired. His arms hung limply at his sides and his form was slightly trembling. He’d probably accounted for his own weight from the beginning and not the added burden of Izuku.“I remember when you used to be as light as a feather.” Kacchan mused. “The fuck kind of muscle you packing?”“You felt it down there, so you should know.” Izuku countered with a blush and looking away. He straightened his uniform and turned to the crowd to wave. He wasn’t prepared for the booming voices in the stadium and he looked up to notice the timer in floating in midair as it struck zero.They made it just in the nick of time. He grimaced.Well. . . At least they didn’t fail!They’d been informed that the grading for these events would be largely dependent on initiative. While most of them were pass-fail, they were still individually scored based on their performance. He hoped that he’d performed adequately enough to get a lot of points the first round. It felt like he’d helped everyone who didn’t have a quirk suited to the event and that had been a lot of students. He was so tired. Oh my god.They were given an hour break since that event had started off rather rigorously.Izuku couldn’t get more water into him.When they went back to the rest area, he’d guzzled down three bottles and was in search for a fourth before his wrist was grabbed and he was yanked away from the area.He found his captor to be Kacchan because of course it was Kacchan.“Where are we going?” he asked with a pout, and, “Shut up,” was his only response.Kacchan led them to the area beneath the stadium, darkly shadowed by the stands but still host to wayward streams of light from the sunny day. They could still hear the ruckus and noise from above— they were still technically outside—so they’d be able to hear the event when it started up again. Honestly, it seemed ridiculous to hide in a dark, secret area in the midst of a public event to makeout.Ridiculously hot. Izuku panted into Kacchan’s ravenous mouth, his voice hoarse and desperate, his arousal sparking back to life immediately from the moment Kacchan pinned him to the interlacing beams that held up the stands. He didn’t know what beast was growing within him but it was hungry. He welcomed Kacchan’s kisses and his touches, the flame from before engulfing him and opening his body, making him receptive of all of Kacchan’s generous attentions.They kissed for a few minutes like that, drinking in each other’s voices, their tongues tasting and inspecting every inch of the other’s mouth. Izuku buried his hands in Kacchan’s soft hair and pulled him closer, spreading his legs and wrapping them around Kacchan’s waist in a lewd mockery of how they ended the last event.“Mmmm. . . K-Kacchan. . .” Izuku groaned agreeably, relishing the way those big, warm hands ran up and down his body. He jumped when they slipped beneath his uniform pants and his boxers ,gripping naked flesh.He squeaked when he was pulled so that their groins pressed tightly together. Kacchan said he was going to get him off in the eye of the public, but if Izuku got him to do it right here and now, then he would be too spent already for that to happen. The only thing he’d have to deal with would be sticky pants, but it was better than losing.He didn’t want to lose against him. More than anything, he wanted Kacchan right now. He wanted to be touched.Izuku ground himself against Kacchan while kissing him, making him groan hungrily against his lips. He reached down, using one arm to brace himself on Kacchan’s shoulders to yank his uniform down a bit more, exposing his cock to the shadowed area around them. He blushed and started to rub himself, blushing at how much his precome had soaked himself and his boxers already. He gripped the base of his cock and stroked up and down firmly. He was going to get himself off so that Kacchan couldn’t—Izuku was pushed off then, stumbling back to the ground, and in the time it took the green-haired teen to find his footing, Kacchan had his wrists pinned to a beam with one hand.Izuku stood there with his pants bunched around his thighs, slipping lower and lower, his cock straining in mid-air, desperate for attention and denied harshly.He felt Kacchan’s growl in his ear more than he heard it and it sent shivers down his spine.“Think you’re smart, Deku? Think you can end our little game right now, huh? You know as well as I do that I. Don’t. Lose.”Izuku whined, shifting his hips around as they searched for contact. He was so hot now, so horny. He needed to be touched. He needed Kacchan. He yelped when he felt a soft finger slowly drag along the heated skin of his cock all the way up until it dipped lewdly into the precome pooling at the slit.“Such a slutty nerd. Look at you. You were just protesting this morning but now you’re begging for it.”“Kacchan come on. . . The event is gonna start again soon.” Izuku complained, writhing against Kacchan’s hold but unable to break it. Kacchan’s arms were stronger than his own, after all. The problem was how the knowledge only made another surge of arousal pool hot in his lower body. Kacchan was so strong. . . so hot. “What do you want, Deku? Tell me.”Izuku blushed, biting his lip, eyes rolling back as he thought about it because why? Why did Kacchan have to be such an insufferable bully?“Y-You did this, so it’s your fault,” he accused feebly, knowing that he was acting like a child but unable to think of anything less incriminating to say.“Mmmm. . . Cute but no,” He said, tapping meanly at the tip of Izuku’s cock, making it bounce under the abuse. “You won’t be getting anything, unless you tell me what you need.”Izuku chewed on his words, blushing furiously as tears welled up in his eyes. He was so hot. . . so hard. . . his cock was aching and he just wanted to be touched.“K-Kaccha—”
All participants, please meet in the pit as the next round of events will start in ten minutes.
Izuku didn’t need to see his face to imagine the evil smirk plastered all over it.“Guess we’ll have to find out next time, huh?”Izuku glared at him even though he knew Kacchan wouldn’t see it, and pulled up his pants with an amount of struggle as the fabric strained over his erection. When they left the dark underbelly of the stadium, he winced as the light burned his retinas. They probably looked so suspicious and Izuku was, once again, left with a very uncomfortable hard-on as they walked across the field, weaving through the throng of chattering people.He was fuming as he followed the blonde back to the pit. Kacchan was such a jerk. So mean. So rude. Izuku’s cock jerked uncomfortably in his pants and it seemed more reluctant than ever to go down this time.He was still half hard by the start of the next event, a three-legged race of all things, and because whatever gods existed hated Izuku today, he was paired with Kacchan.He let the officiator bind their legs with a sturdy, inobtrusive black band. Kacchan smirked, pushing Izuku and making him stumble.Izuku glared at his antics. Stupid Kacchan! If I fall, we both fall, you know? They were allowed to use their quirks if it were to increase their chances of victory, and Izuku wondered just how they would manage to do that. They’d never had to combine their quirks for a purpose like this, and he knew that all the other contestants would be using their quirks in order to win at all costs.Kacchan couldn’t use his quirk in this way without making Izuku fall, and he was sure that they’d lose points for that even if they ended up being first. It was a cooperative event after all.Izuku had an idea, though, and he communicated it to Kacchan who, after only a little deliberation agreed.They took their position, and much to Izuku’s chagrin that meant Kacchan would be plastered to his front, face to face, with his arms extended behind Izuku. Izuku, despite the way he felt the entire world’s eyes on him and the suggestive position this was, kept his back straight and his head held high.In his rampant sexual frustration, he was even more done with these events. He was determined to win and show Kacchan exactly what he wanted afterwards, busy schedule be damned. The hickey being sucked into his neck as the referee blew his whistle only added fuel to that fire.Izuku activated his quirk at half power, and with a blast they were off.They finished the race in under three minutes.They were first, and it looked like the had about six minutes before second place made it to the finish line. Todoroki watched them as they were unbound by the officiator, and Izuku felt like it was quite obvious indeed his’s state of harrowed arousal.He felt hot, on edge, and his eyelids were half mast as Kacchan stretched his previously bound ankle.All Izuku could think about while Kacchan stretched the rest of his body, exposing his midriff, was licking every crevice of his chiseled abdomen.If Todoroki noticed, he didn’t say anything, but he knew the boy was forming his own suspicions. Funny thing was, at this stage of insatiable arousal, Izuku couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore.He stalked up to Kacchan and grabbed his wrist, yanking him down, catching him by surprise and dragging him away, only this time he managed to find an open storage room near the pit. He closed the door behind him and locked it, searching the wall for a light.He found it and the darkness was illuminated to reveal that this room was indeed a storage shed. There were various props and tools stashed in the corners and lining the walls. He could see stacks of chairs in the corners and what a haphazardly coiled hose.He swallowed and went over to the stacks of chairs, pulling one from it’s nest and positioning it right beneath the hanging lightbulb. He pulled off his uniform top, pushed down his pants and stood front of Kacchan who was only watching the entire display with confusion and what looked to be no small amount of arousal coloring his cheeks.Izuku was too horny to be embarrassed now.He grabbed Kacchan by the edges of his pants and pulled him forward, drawing backward until his legs hit the back of the chair, prompting him to sit down.He nosed Kacchan’s tummy then, licking a long stripe along his sweaty skin all the way to his belly button, looking up at him the entire time, the sweet, burnt flavor like fireworks dancing along his tongue.He gripped the edges of Kacchan’s pants and slowly pulled them down, revealing Kacchan’s tight, black boxer-briefs.With no small amount of amusement, Izuku noticed that he wasn’t the only one half hard. He let his lips travel along the silver, embossed wording on the band of his boxers before he brought the edge between his teeth, not letting go of that intense, red gaze as he pulled it down until Kacchan’s blonde pubic hair was revealed.Kacchan’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, and Izuku didn’t miss the way his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”Izuku smiled and licked a long stripe up the shape of Kacchan’s cock, eliciting a shiver throughout the strong frame of Bakugou Katsuki. He could feel that thick erection dance beneath his tongue as he lingered at the tip.“Upping the ante.” Izuku said, lashes fluttering. He pressed a kiss to the tip before he continued and let his hand wrap loosely at the base. “If I can make Kacchan come first, you have to marry me.”“W- What??” “After we graduate, obviously.” Izuku said between kisses against the heated skin hidden beneath dark fabric. “I don’t want to date you right now, but I also can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking you. If I propose and you agree, you’ll be my fiance, promised to me until we’re able to get married. Nobody can have you.” Izuku gently started sucking on his tip then, thoroughly wetting it with his spit, making sure Kacchan could feel it soaking his skin.“Hhnnngh. . . D-Deku. . . Wait, we’re not even dating yet. A-And why would we commit to something like that so early? ”“Just cause we’re engaged doesn’t mean we have to act like a couple, right? It just means we’re promised to each other. They used to do it all the time back in the old old days. I want Kacchan. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids so it’s fine for me.”“T-The fuck did you just say—Ah shit!” Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s hair then when Izuku freed his cock from the confines of his boxers and started enthusiastically sucking on it, as clumsy as it may have been. Izuku had never done it before but he was determined and horny enough to throw caution to the wind. He licked and sucked it playfully, hollowing his cheeks and creating a vacuum as he took as much of it in his mouth as he could before pulling it out and wrapping his tongue around the tip. “H-Hnngh. . .Deku. . . Y-Your fucking mouth.”“Mmmff. . .” Izuku looked up at him, his face burning, wondering exactly what kind of picture he made like this, completely naked with his mouth full of cock. He should have been embarrassed. He’d never done this before, but somehow doing it for Kacchan—being like this for Kacchan, was turning him on even more. It made him want to devour the cock between his lips, made him want to see Kacchan squirm in pleasure.Kacchan’s moans were decadent honey for Izuku’s ears to feast on. He wanted more. He felt his cock twitching against his stomach now and he pushed himself down further onto Kacchan’s.He was going to make Kacchan come first. He wasn’t going to lose.Kacchan’s hand was twisted almost painfully in his hair, and Izuku gagged when he jerked in deeper all the way to the back of Izuku’s throat. Kacchan cursed, hissing before pulling out, a lewd string of spit connecting the tip of his cock to Izuku’s lips.“Fucking. . . Fuck. Jesus christ.” Kacchan threw a hand through his hair in agitation, stumbling backwards and pressing his forehead against what must have been the cool sheetmetal of the wall. Izuku watched with a grin as Kacchan’s cock jerked desperately in mid-air. He licked the taste of Kacchan from his lips and stood up upon the boom of sound announcing that events were going to begin again in ten minutes.He dressed quickly then, the thrum of arousal under his skin almost welcome after reducing Kacchan to the aroused mess pressed against the wall. He didn’t know he had that kind of power over the blonde, but he found he liked it. He would exploit it to the best of his ability if it meant he were to win this inappropriate competition.He nearly sashayed out of the storage house then, acutely aware of Kacchan following behind him like a chastised dog. His gaze burned hot on Izuku’s neck like rays of the sun, darkening Izuku and tainting him irreversibly.They remained hyper aware of each other even as Present Mic described the final event to them.A multilevel Twister™ tournament.Because why the heck not at this point, apparently.Izuku supposed it wasn’t the weirdest thing UA had made its students do.He took a deep breath and took a look at the roster.It looked like he was up against two people from Class B to start, and Izuku felt confident yet again with the turn of events here. He was suited for this kind of game. His body was pretty flexible after all.The only problem was the raging hard on in his pants.The game started quickly, and with such close proximity to everyone on the mat, and there was no way they wouldn’t be able to see his arousal, to smell it. He hadn’t thought about it until Tsunotori-san’s face was directly in front of his crotch when their hands were ordered to find a blue spot.Luckily the girl was a little air-headed and likely didn’t understand what was going on down there—at least that’s what Izuku had to hope because anyone else would understand immediately that he was aroused very inappropriately for the situation. He would be labeled a pervert for the rest of his high school career and likely into his hero one if he got very unlucky.He couldn’t afford that, so he did everything in his power to stop thinking about Kacchan and replace the images in his mind with those that would kill his erection.He mostly succeeded, coming out of it less than half hard as he advanced to the next round. At the very least the swelling wasn’t visible anymore.Kacchan, on the other hand, was doing everything in his power to make it worse. He always moved so that he was in Izuku’s line of sight, licking his lips and stretching, making sure his uniform lifted, and lifting it further to seemingly wipe the sweat from his brow, allowing Izuku to feast on the sight of his ample, naked chest.Izuku found himself grow harder in response, frustrated and embarrassed because Kirishima’s arm was tucked under his crotch and he could surely feel it twitching against his arm by now. He blushed and felt tears spring to his eyes at the mortification. Kacchan was watching him intently, a scowl on his face and Izuku didn’t know why.He was going to lose if Kirishima kept fidgeting. Wasn’t that what Kacchan wanted?Kacchan stopped watching him after that and Izuku couldn’t understand why his relief was colored with an accent of disappointment by this development. He should take advantage of his absence and collect his wits. From what he’d seen, Kacchan was doing a really good job at not losing. Izuku needed to get it together and steel his resolve to win. Kacchan wasn’t going to make any of this easy once they faced each other.They both made it all the way to the finals. Todoroki had been knocked out, surprisingly, and they were left to face off with Momo who’s agility was apparently as on point as her wit.The three contenders stood on their designated colors, facing each other in determination.Present Mic stood off to the side and he raised his arm and on the display board above them, the spinner whirled to life.
“Right foot red!”
This was not going to be good. Kacchan removed his shirt, and Izuku could see a light sheen of sweat coating his sculpted torso. Momo had made herself anti-slip grip gloves and socks to wear for this, but he could tell she was tired. By the time they reached the fourth spin, her well-endowed chest was heaving up and down and her limbs were trembling.Her stamina had nothing on Izuku or Katsuki’s.Izuku supposed it was kind of nice when Momo’s strength eventually gave out and it was just he and Kacchan left on the mat. It was just them as neither of their quirks would be appropriate here. If they moved their arms or feet from the circles unless directed to, they would lose. There was no direct combat. To the public, It was simply a test of stamina.But between them, they both knew where the real battle lie.Both of them moved deliberately, positioning themselves in a way that would be most inconvenient for the other. Izuku could barely notice Kacchan’s hard-on at this point, so he needed to work harder to make contact. He was already harder than a rock and had been since the start of this round. He knew Kacchan hadn’t been the only one aware and that the flush on Momo’s cheeks wasn’t gotten simply by over-exertion.He swallowed as it was just them now and he found himself facing down, his arms and legs bracing him from below, his erection standing proudly against his uniform for the world to see.Kacchan was next to him, chuckling in his ear when the spinner forced him to wrap his arm over Izuku’s back so that he could get to yellow.“Did you know that the entire world is looking at your cock right now? They know how hard you are, Deku.” He looked to the side, watching as embarrassment darkened Izuku’s cheeks, drew his eyebrows together. He watched the lust from the shame make the smaller boy’s cock jerk in his pants. He smirked and looked back to Izuku. “How much of a fucking slut are you to to get off in front of literally everyone in the world?” “K-Kacchan. . .” Izuku complained, tears burning his eyes. Katsuki smirked and when Mic shouted right foot blue, he swung his leg over who managed to move his own as well. This put them in a very suggestive position that pressed Izuku’s ass firmly against Kacchan’s crotch.At the very least, it seemed Kacchan was as hard as Izuku. Kacchan made that apparent as he shifted so that his dick pushed past his balls and lined up against Izuku’s from behind.The crowd was silent now, watching intently as the two boys melded against each other’s forms, could see Kacchan pressing closer now and whispering into his ear. Izuku felt his arms quake, not from exertion but from the mix of arousal and burning shame coiling tightly beneath his skin.He wasn’t going to lose the event, but he wasn’t one hundred percent certain he wouldn’t lose their personal challenge.“Deku. . . How will you feel when I make you come in front of everyone here. Look to the left,” he ordered. Izuku looked where indicated to see the reflection of his flushed complexion staring back at him through the lense of the floating drone camera. He swallowed thickly and his eyes clenched closed just as Kacchan started grinding against him firmly, roughly. He could feel himself getting wetter with each push and rub of Kacchan’s dick against his, the sensations wrapping around him in a tight fog. His cock strained desperately against his uniform and when he looked down, he could already see a wet spot forming. He bit his lip.“Don’t do that,” Kacchan warned. “The cameras aren’t picking up your voice so you can moan like a slut all you want.” He moved his hand to red dutifully, but not stopping his pursuit of Izuku’s iminent orgasm.“H-Hnngh. . . K-Kacchan. . . P-Please. . .”Kacchan’s face turned a darker shade of red and his eyes fell half mast as he looked down upon Izuku’s debauched form. “Oh. . . But I want it. . . I wanna make you stain your uniform with your come for the world to see. Come on, Deku.” Kacchan said, rubbing their cocks together vigorously. “Come. Show the world what a slut All Might’s successor is.”Izuku could feel the tears burning in his eyes and it only added to the humiliation he was already feeling as his orgasm started to break. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting to Kacchan, couldn’t stop his hips from canting up to allow Kacchan better access to his cock..Kacchan sneered and grabbed his chin, wrenching his face to the camera and biting down on his neck.The resulting pain shot through Izuku’s body and melted into a lava-like sensation that pushed him over the edge. He cried out Kacchan’s name and trembled in his arms, finding himself suspended as his orgasm coursed through his body unbridled.He felt himself soaking his uniform with his come, looked down to see it pushing out through the fabric that stretched tightly over the sensitive tip of his jerking cock. The lewd, glistening trail of fluid stretched all the way down to the red spot on the twister mat.Kacchan looked down at him hungrily as he did, and tears streamed down Izuku’s face. He couldn’t control it. His juices kept pushing out. He was getting so soaked, so wet and he was making such a mess. Millions of people were watching him lose it like this. He’d never been so embarrassed in his entire life, and somehow that made him hotter, the idea milking out even more from his balls and only worsened the situation.He was soaking himself and the Twister mat with come in front of the entire world, and it was all Kacchan’s fault.
Is it really Kacchan’s fault?
As the haze of his orgasm cleared, he could feel Kacchan’s body jerking against him now, could feel him burying his face into Izuku’s neck, grinding his dick between Izuku’s cheeks before biting down on his neck hard. In a wild burst of clarity, and a very wet sensation sliding down his crack and over his balls, Izuku realized Kacchan was coming too. He felt a little better, knowing he wasn’t the only one humiliating himself on live television.As his surroundings became even clearer, it occurred to him that he was still firmly in his twister position, albeit a bit shakily. The game was still on. They were still competing in the event and—One look down, however, told him that no. The event was actually over.Kacchan was clutching Izuku’s hips now, his labored rise and fall of his chest felt clearly against Izuku’s as they pressed together.“K-Kacchan. . .”Katsuki panted against his neck, his voice a deep growl as he was pulled from his orgasmic bliss. “H-Hah?”Izuku took a deep breath and nodded his head down pointedly. “Y-Your hands. . .”Katsuki stilled, his breath catching in his throat and he looked down, letting go of Izuku as though they’d burned him. “Are you fucking—” He looked down at his hands for a moment before he clenched them along with his teeth, throwing his head back in an anguished motion. “Fuck!” “Midoriya’s win!” Mic roared. It was one beat before the crowd went wild.Izuku let himself collapse (that he collapsed into his own pool of come was not lost on him). His body felt boneless from the combination of effort and that intense orgasm. The euphoria of both winning and coming could be added to that equation, leaving Izuku feeling pretty damn awesome. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, even with the humiliation coloring his freckled cheeks. Everyone— the entire world , just watched Midoriya Izuku come live in high definition.Many would likely try to rationalize what they saw, and some people would sleep at night with those reationalizations, but some would realize the truth and they would live with it and remember it. It would follow him to his days as a Pro Hero, and he would likely be questioned about it years from now in an interview.But Izuku couldn’t care less about that right now.He wasn’t the only one who just came on live television.He finally stood on wobbly legs, patting Kacchan on the shoulders and offering his hand only to have it smacked away. Kacchan stood by himself, perpetually stuck in the most exasperated eye roll. Izuku imagined he wasn’t able to comprehend how he allowed himself to lose in such a ridiculous manner. He covered his mouth as he chuckled over that.He turned to Kacchan they both bowed to each other respectfully, Kacchan’s eyes still rolling and Izuku laughing out loud at his antics.The sports festival was wrapped up after that, Izuku coming in first, Kacchan coming in second, and Momo coming in third.It was the first time Izuku ever got first place at the sport’s festival. He wanted to make a lasting impression, and he was certain he did. At the very least, there was no way he’d be forgotten after. . . that performance.He blushed as he was ushered to stand on the first place section of the platform, trying with everything he had to see this as a win rather than a loss, while covering the wet spot in front of his pants..Kacchan was slumped over on his platform slightly lower than Izuku, looking bored out of his skull.Izuku was accosted by several reporters and agency recruiters. He endured the commentary telling him how his performance was so intense and so emotional (they could see the tears in his eyes. Oh my god). That was fine and all. Apparently, they didn’t notice his predicament. The only problem now was somehow collecting the business cards of various agencies while hiding the stain on the front of his pants.It was only a minute after they were done that he was yanked away by Kacchan.“K-Kacchan!” The blonde dragged him off the field and back to the direction of their dorm, an angry blush on his face.He wondered what Kacchan could want right now and then it clicked. Oh right. Kacchan technically won, didn’t he?D-Did that mean they were boyfriends now? He felt himself blush red at the thought. He wasn’t mad, but the worries still applied about the time constraints. Could they really make this work? Obviously they were attracted to each other; the sports festival proved that much. Izuku was, however, a might disappointed that he wouldn’t get Kacchan as his fiance—“Yes.” Kacchan said through ground teeth.“Yes?” Izuku asked with a perplexed tilt of his head.Kacchan balled his fists and looked away, a bright red flush coloring his soft cheeks. “I said yes, you shithead. After we graduation. What you said before. I’ll marry your cheesy, useless ass.”Izuku’s eyes widened and his face turned a deep magenta. “O-Oh! O-Okay?!” “But!” Katsuki interjected, his face getting darker. “Our original deal still stands. We can still. . . m-make time for each other or whatever. We spent all that time before messing with each other, so we can use what time we spent doing that being. . . Well you fucking know, alright?”Izuku swallowed and nodded, his lips parting as he watched his best friend, his boyfriend, his fiance drown under his emotions. He reached out and pulled him close, pulling him down and kissing him gently. “O-Okay. Yeah. Let’s do that. Let’s make time for each other.”Katsuki took in a deep breath and released it, as though relieved to hear that. Izuku smiled softly and kissed him again, relishing in the way Katsuki wrapped his strong arms around him.Somehow, making a little bit of time for Kacchan didn’t feel so daunting when he put it like that. He wanted this. He wanted Kacchan.“I’m not coming on television again though. I swear to god, Kacchan, if you do anything like that again I won’t marry you.”“But it was kind of hot. You have to admit that!”