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Bakugou Katsuki sighed and tapped his foot in a combination of boredom and impatience, scanning the banquet hall in which he stood. He had always hated parties, and this one was no exception. If it weren’t for the fact that he was trying to move up in the hero world, he would have skipped it entirely. Alright, and maybe Shitty Hair had convinced him to come. It wasn’t heroic to leave one’s friends alone at a party. Of course, nearly the second they showed up, Sparky popped away from the dance floor and dragged Kirishima onto it, as if they had planned to leave Katsuki standing awkwardly near the bar. So here he found himself: a drink he hadn’t really wanted clutched in his hand, trying to avoid the Pros he didn’t know as much as possible.
Giggling like fools, Kirishima and Kaminari stumbled over towards Katsuki, already six or seven drinks into the night and high on their own pheromones and feelings for each other.
Idiots
, Katsuki thought with a certain fondness.
“Heeeeey, Blasty!” Kaminari practically screamed, hanging off of Kirishima’s neck like a particularly inebriated barnacle. “Come join us! Don’t ya wanna dance?”
“Not particularly,” Katsuki replied, unwilling to hurt his friend’s feelings but not willing to join in the sweaty mass of Pros either. If he was lucky, he would be able to finish his drink, say hi to his boss, and head home to his empty studio apartment.
“C’mon, bro! It’ll be fuuuuun. Come have fun with us. Please?” Kirishima looked at Bakugou with his big, stupid puppy dog eyes, and he felt his reserve crack a little.
“...Fiiine,” Katsuki agreed reluctantly, swallowing the majority of his strawberry daiquiri in one gulp before following Shitty Hair and Sparky into the pulsating throng. Might as well join the idiots before they hurt themselves. Situating himself near the center, he tried to ignore the scents of dozens of Alphas and Omegas gyrating together to music he hated. In the background, he heard the DJ announce a music change. Katsuki had no idea what the song was, but the whole crowd burst into cheers before dancing even more lewdly than before. Between those around him and his friends nearly dry humping each other, he felt as if he were trapped in the middle of the world’s largest orgy. He had to get out of here.
Bakugou gave a cursory glance back at his friends, but as they were now occupied with a particularly enthusiastic game of face-sucking, he knew they wouldn’t notice he had left. Squeezing between several couples, he soon managed to extricate himself from the group and head toward a balcony on the outer ring of the hall. The only thing there was left to do was drink, and he had really had enough. Walking onto the balcony, Katsuki took several deep, fortifying breaths, enjoying the chill of the night air on his overheated skin. Unbuttoning his dinner jacket, he had slipped it most of the way down his arms before he heard a voice he had thought he would never hear again.
“Kacchan? Is that really you?”
Glancing toward the side of the balcony, the blond was stunned to see his childhood friend. He found himself staring as he took in the sight of the not-so-scrawny green bean. Deku was still rather short, and his hair still untamed as ever, but he had filled out quite a bit in the intervening years. The last time Katsuki had seen Deku, he had been slim and flat. Now, his hips had curved, his breasts had rounded, and his thighs had filled out with a delicious plumpness. In short, he was positively lovely.
Clearing his throat, Katsuki shucked his jacket the rest of the way off before looking at Deku’s face and greeting him. “Yeah. It’s me. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, well, I was hired to help as a waiter tonight. But I don’t really think anyone in there is interested in hors d'oeuvres right now.” He grinned nervously, happy to see his childhood friend, even if it was in rather odd circumstances.
“Heh. You don’t say,” Katsuki shot back, already falling into their old banter despite the six years since their last encounter. Going through the hell of UA and the League of Villains targeting their class had helped mature Katsuki some, and he knew that what he had put Izuku through was wrong, Quirkless or no. “How have you been?”
“Good. I did try out for UA,” he admitted, scrubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment, “but obviously, I didn’t get in. So I just went to Musutafu High. I’ve been working some odd jobs to help mom out. And now I’m here. I’ve been following your Hero career.”
“Yeah?” Bakugou replied. He was rather flattered that he had at least one fan, even if he was still clear down in the 50s on the ranking chart. “Well, thanks.”
“No problem!” Deku grinned at him then, nervous but still lovely. “Do you wanna...maybe get a drink? We could talk some more.”
Despite the fact he had already had two drinks with his friends, Katsuki readily agreed. He refused to admit it aloud, but he had missed Deku, with his stupid smile and dumb cute face and mint candy scent...
What the hell? Since when was Deku cute?
Electing to ignore his odd, intrusive thoughts, Katsuki ordered another daiquiri for himself, and a Manhattan for Izuku. One drink soon became two, then four, and then they both lost track between the catching up they were doing. Before he knew it, Izuku was giving Katsuki an almost...flirtatious look, bright spots of color on his cheeks highlighting his freckles, and his eyes shone brighter than ever.
“Hey, Kacchan...wanna dance?”
“...Sure.”
Normally he hated dancing, but the blond soon found himself caught up in the pounding music and erotic atmosphere, grinding his crotch into Izuku’s butt while he inhaled the peppermint scent that was only getting stronger. And then, before he could even think about it, Katsuki spun Izuku around and planted his lips on the greenette’s.
Katsuki was worried he had done something wrong when Deku froze, but then he responded, slotting his lips against the blond’s. They pulled away from each other for a moment, staring with scarlet faces, and then Izuku dove in again, attacking Katsuki’s mouth like a starving man. Bakugou had kissed other people before, but none of them were like this. As their mouths found each other over and over again, teeth clicking together occasionally, Katsuki was sure he had never had a kiss more perfect in his life.
Releasing each other so that they could catch their breath, Katsuki’s voice came deep and husky as he asked his childhood friend, “Do you want to go back to my place?”
“Fuck yes, Kacchan.”
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Bakugou dialed for a cab. As they waited, the two continued to make out, and they barely pulled apart long enough to get into the backseat once the taxi arrived.
Guess Drunk Deku is Horny Deku. I can work with this.
The men were soon dropped off at an apartment building not ten miles from UA, all gray brick and steel twenty stories high. “Kacchaaan,” Deku whined, “I want you.”
“And you’ll have me, cutie. We just have to...get upstairs first.” Clambering into the elevator, Bakugou hit the button for the twentieth floor, and the car began it’s agonizing climb upward. Was it just him, or was the elevator moving unbelievably slowly? Judging by the pout on Izuku’s face, it must be.
Hitting the twentieth floor with a ding, Katsuki was once more attacked with kisses, this time being peppered all over his face and neck. The scent of peppermint candy had become impossibly sweeter, overwhelming Katsuki as he fumbled for his key. The door was quickly unlocked, and once they were inside, the blond slammed the greenette into it, grinding his growing erection into Izuku’s thigh. Izuku gasped, stammering out, “B-bedroom, Kacchan. Please.”
Bakugou complied, though the space of thirty or so feet seemed nearly impassable for a second as he carried the needy Omega to the mattress. He gently laid him down, and licked his lips at the sight of him, flushed and needy, sprawled on his bed.
“Clothes off, nerd.”
Deku quickly complied, wanting to be with the blond Alpha as soon as possible. Clothes shucked off and tossed aside, Katsuki crawled onto the bed, covering the smaller man’s form with his own. He kissed the greenette again and again, slow and agonizing, before sliding down his body to lay kisses everywhere he could reach. As Bakugou worked his way down Izuku’s body, the smaller man’s slick hole began to leak even more, and both of them grew breathless with need.
“Kacchan, please! I want...I want you inside me!” Izuku sobbed. “I need you!”
Katsuki’s already thin grip on his senses stretched to the breaking point, ready to snap with the need radiating from the Omega; the blond felt his arousal grow to a fever pitch as Deku leaked slick and pre-come all over himself and the mattress.
“Do you?” Katsuki teased as he sucked on the inside of Izuku’s thigh, one hand slowly working over the Omega’s member while the other teased between his folds. Despite this teasing, the blond was near his limit himself, the smell of pheromones drowning him in lust and the need to please Deku.
“Yes! Please!” he cried as Katsuki worked his cock a bit faster while simultaneously rubbing his swollen clit.
Removing his hands from Izuku, Bakugou stretched up and captured Deku’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Once he had released the Omega’s lower lip, teasing with one last nibble, he took himself in hand, lining his cock up with Izuku’s entrance. He slowly pushed in, pausing to give both of them a moment to get used to the intrusion. Izuku’s relief was immediately palpable, and he raised his legs up to hook around the blond’s hips, pulling Katsuki deeper into himself. With one hard thrust, Katsuki was fully seated inside the Omega.
Holy shit
was the only thought Katsuki could manage. The soft heat of Izuku was unbelievable, hugging him in a velvet grip that nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. But he was no longer a teenager. Clearing his throat, he panted out, “Do you feel good?”
“Yesss,” Deku moaned out wantonly. “You feel so good! Please move, Kacchan.”
Katsuki pulled out nearly to the tip, and in one swift thrust plunged himself back into Deku. The greenette moaned and wrapped his legs around the blond tighter, grinding himself onto the man at the same time. Bakugou repeated the motion, setting a fast pace that rocketed pleasure through the both of them. After only a few thrusts, Deku came with a cry, coating their chests and stomachs with his hot seed. Bakugou reached between them, swiping his fingers through it and sucking. “Delicious,” he growled.
The blond could tell from the way Izuku glanced away from him that he was embarrassed to have come so quickly. But as Katsuki adjusted his angle and pace, Izuku threw his head back, groaning in pleasure. The blond was positively brutal now, fucking into the Omega faster and faster, skin slapping against skin when their hips met. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, feeling the beginnings of his knot swelling as he moved and it caught on the rim of Izuku’s entrance. Katsuki reached up, grabbing his hands and pinning them to the bed as he continued to move. With one last hard thrust, his knot popped inside fully, and his brain whited out in pleasure as he spilled inside the Omega.
A brief glance down at Izuku showed the Alpha that those beautiful eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, and those delicate lips were curved into a smile just for him. The Omega’s legs fell to either side of them bonelessly, so Katsuki took this as his cue to move them both into a more comfortable position, knowing that they would be bound together for a while by his knot. Deku reached forward, hugging the blond close.
Katsuki froze for a moment before returning the hug. After all, they had just fucked; it would be silly if he refused to give Deku any affection now. He reached down and grabbed the blankets that they had kicked down the bed, cocooning them both in an aura of warmth and comfort. As they fell asleep, still locked together, Katsuki felt immensely glad that he had run into his childhood friend at the party. This was one of the best nights of his life.
~~~~
The following morning, Izuku awoke in confusion, a strange warmth pressed against his back. As he opened his eyes, he noticed that not only was he oddly warm, he was in a completely unfamiliar bedroom.
What...what’s going on? Where am I? And why am I naked?
Lying there was doing him no good—it didn’t answer any of his questions. He would have to get up; perhaps his phone held some answers. When he attempted to sit up, however, he found himself unable to do so. Looking down near his waist, he found the source of his bondage: a pair of warm, muscular arms.
Who…?
It would seem that his weak attempts to escape had awoken his bedmate however, and behind him he heard the voice of someone very familiar.
“Mornin’, Deku.”
And then, like a jackknifing truck, a bundle of memories crashed into Izuku’s mind, reminding him of exactly where he was.
~~~~
A few days after their awkward night together, Izuku found himself on his lunch break, phone in hand and thumb hovering over Katsuki’s number. It’s not that he was
scared
to contact him, per se. No, it’s just that everything had ended on such an awkward note the following day. Between that and their tumultuous intertwined past, the greenette was entirely unsure if Katsuki would even want to hear from him.
I’m sure Kacchan has a lot better things to do. He’s probably busy patrolling right now. I shouldn’t interrupt something so important!
Before his train of thought could go any further, however, he felt his phone buzz in his hand. Across the screen, a message labeled “Ground Zero” popped up.
Ground Zero:
Hey nerd, what’s up?
Deku:
Not much. Just on my lunch break. How are you? How’s patrol? Catch any villains today yet?
Although he had told himself not even a full minute ago that Katsuki surely had more important things to deal with in his downtime, it was impossible to quell all the questions which popped into his head once the blond was actually texting him.
Ground Zero:
Whoa, Deku, slow the fuck down. One question at a time.
Blushing fiercely, Izuku chastised himself for being too eager to talk with Katsuki. Even if it had been years since he had truly been friends with the man, it was no excuse to inundate him with questions.
Besides,
he thought,
he’s probably just messaging me out of pity. I doubt he even likes me, even after...that night.
Deku:
Oh, sorry Kacchan! I didn’t mean to get so excited.
Ground Zero:
Tch. It’s okay, nerd. You’ve always been like that.
Ground Zero:
And to answer your questions: I’m awesome, as usual. Patrol is boring. No big villains, just petty criminals barely worth my time.
Izuku smiled, practically able to hear Katsuki’s voice in the messages. He was glad he had gotten back into contact with him after all, even if their reintroduction had been rather unconventional. His fingers flew across the screen, and before he knew it, Izuku had spent his entire lunch break texting, convenience store bento set aside and forgotten.
Deku:
Sorry to go like this Kacchan, but my lunch break is over. I have to go. :(
Ground Zero:
It’s fine. Try not to spill any crappy appetizers on some rich assholes.
Deku:
Kacchan! I would never do that.
Ground Zero:
I’m just yanking your chain.
Ground Zero:
By the way, before you go...wanna hang out tonight? It doesn’t have to be a big thing, we can just chill at my apartment.
Deku:
Yes! I’m looking forward to it already.
Ground Zero:
Of course you are. See ya later, Deku.
With a smile wider than any he had worn in years, Izuku turned his phone off, slipping it into his pocket before heading back inside to finish his work day. He was
very
glad they met again.