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The club was crowded and filled to the brim, almost bursting. The air was hot and mixed with different scents: sweat, perfume, cigarette smoke and booze.
The music was pumping, drumming as loudly as possible from the speakers seeping through the crowd of people and onto the dance floor where more people where, tightly pressed onto each other, dry humping or moving their bodies in frantic moves. Their heads buzzing from the amount of alcohol that clouded their senses and made them daring.
In the midst of them were one green haired boy dancing with a short girl with chin length brown hair that flowed around her slightly round face. Her cheeks as equally red as those from her dance partner, a happy smile on their faces while they were trying to keep up to the beat of the music. While he tried to act like a gentleman around her despite the amount of alcohol he already had she came closer and closer, swinging her arms around his neck while she tried to plant a kiss on his lips. As she leaned in closer he suddenly stopped her and excused himself that he needed a beer or something because his throat was as dry as a desert and he needed something to ease this feeling. She took a step back and shook her head in understanding, taking a step aside to make room for him and while he was busy to push his body through the crowd she shrugs and starts dancing with another man, taller then her former partner and with dark rimmed glasses.
As the green haired boy passed through the crowd he met a few of his other friends which he came with here to celebrate their first year at Yuuei. Although he thought that clubbing with the whole class seemed to be a terrible idea at first he now thought that this was one of the best ideas the brown haired girl had and he was glad that he tagged along despite his doubts.
Finally arriving at the bar he ordered a beer for himself, rubbing the sweat from his face and fanning himself some air to cool his heated body down. When the bartender gave him his beer he thanked him and faced his body towards the dance floor, his body leaning on the counter. A happy grin plastered all over his face as he watched his friends and classmates enjoying themselves. Yep definitely a good idea. He turned to the bartender and ordered a tequila shot and downed it in one gulp. Normally he wasn't one for heavy drinking but since he experienced so much bullshit through his first year on the hero academy he felt like he deserved this little treat so why not? So he ordered a second shot for himself.
“Oi nerd! You sure you can handle a shot that strong you freak?” A deep voice on his right retorted. The green haired boy looked up to the person insulting him, his happy smile frozen for a moment before it returned with full force within seconds.
“Hey Kacchan nice seeing you here! I didn't expect you to be here as well. How are you doing so far? Do you enjoy yourself?” The boy answered with a beaming face, checks tinted in a nice pink tone thanks to the alcohol, totally ignoring his question to which the other boy snorts.
“Don't act so coy you fucker! I don't think that this is any of your business Deku so shut your mouth will ya? And you just avoided my question you idiot!” Katsuki lowly growled.
Izuku chuckled, his second tequila already in his hand as he looked into angry red eyes. “Ne Ne Kacchan you don't have to act like someone stepped on your tie! I'm just having fun like everyone else am I not supposed to?” His green eyes twinkling with mischief.
The blonde looked dumbstruck. Wow so drunk Izuku turns into sassy Izuku? This was about to get interesting. His rough hands grabbing the others shot and downed it himself.
“EY Kacchan! That was my tequila! I paid for that one so give it back to me!” Izuku shouts with eye as wide as saucers.
“Tch. Too bad since I already downed it. 's not my fault your as slow as an injured turtle.” Katsuki waved his hands nonchalantly, his red eyes fixed on the smaller boy in front of him, studying his features and choice of wardrobe. His eyebrows lifted in slight confusion as he looked the green haired boy up and down. For once he wasn't dressed in clothes at least one size to big for him but surprisingly fitting. His childhood friend wore tight fitting black jeans and a almost see through white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and those ridiculous looking red sneaker. His hair as unruly as ever but slightly plastered to his forehead because of the heat in the club, his cheeks flushed and eyes glistening.
“Wow I am almost impressed with your choice of wardrobe you shitty nerd. For once you don't look like you beat up a homeless fat guy to wear his old fashioned clothes. For once you almost look presentable. How come? Where you planning on impressing that gravity bitch over there? Or did you finally buy a mirror so you can see how lame you look you nerd?” The blonde asked in an amused tone, his red eyes filled with mischief, a small smirk attached to his lips.
“Wow Kacchan for a second I really thought you know some manners but look who was wrong. If you were planning on complimenting me on my outfit then thanks but next time try to be a bit less of an ass and more of a civilized person, kay?” Izuku slurred, the alcohol was starting to fog his mind. He welcomed the new burst of confidence and smirked back at the shocked blonde.
Bakugou cleared his throat to will down his temper. It was not like he was eager to be kicked out of a nightclub when he was in a mood for partying and messing with weak people like Midoriya. “You sure are more daring with some booze, little fucker. Never would I've guessed that some alcohol would turn you in some sassy little bitch. Better watch your mouth or I might need to do something against it and you know you don't want me to blow up your sorry ass!”
Instead of answering the scowling blonde Izuku ordered another shot of Tequila and downed it in no time to prevent the taller teen from stealing it again and placed a second shot in front of him, silently telling him to drink up.
“You know you could've just ask if I order one for you too but I guess you like it better when it's complicated.” The green haired boy drunkenly smiled and was about to stand up and walk back over to the dance floor when a strong hand stopped him from doing so.
“You little fucker! You think you can talk all this bullshit and then leave? Where the fuck are you even going to? You better come back here and fight me!” Katsuki angrily growled.
“Don't sweat it Kacchan. I'm going to dance with Uraraka-chan and Iida-san in a bit but first I need to use the restroom. So if you'll excuse me I better get going.” He smiled that bashful smile he always uses when he felt overly happy and stood up to make his leave. Leaving a raging Bakugou behind.
The restrooms where meagrely lighted and it smelled like urine and disinfectant.
While Midoriya Izuku thoroughly washed his hands in the cracked lavatory he took a look in the dirty mirror in front of him, adjusting his curly green hair. His face was still flushed from all the alcohol and he knew that he was going to regret this little adventure by tomorrow morning but for nothing in the world would he have stayed home and miss out on it. He was really glad he came although he would've liked it more if he could've avoid Bakugou Katsuki but life wasn't always fair so what. If it weren't for all this strange emotions he felt towards the explosive boy he would've ignored his presence but it was almost as if his body craved after him. He felt like he was stuck in one of Uraraka's gravitations, constantly floating towards his blond childhood friend. There was nothing he could do against it to not feel light headed and like a complete mess when he was near him. His heart was always beating like it was about to burst out of his ribcage, an army marching through it ready to strike. Uraraka and Asui were once joking about him telling him that he had a crush on his former friend. Was that the reason he felt so giddy and nervous around him? He felt his palms starting to sweat like crazy and his head swimming.
Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much, he felt more nervous then normally. His heart almost in his throat as he tried to calm his nerves. He splashed some cold water into his face to make the heat go away and sober up a bit. He wasn't sure if he was able to face the blond again. What was he thinking provoking Katsuki so much? Did he have a death wish after all?
When he thought he was stable enough to leave the restroom he straightened his clothes and headed towards the club again, his hand about to turn the doorknob. He wouldn't let his stupid crush on Bakugou or whatever it was ruin his free evening out with his friends and classmates. He was strong willed enough to put those feelings aside and have fun.
As he was about to exit through the door he bumped into the hard chest of a person entering the restroom. He inhaled the musky scent hinted with a faint note of smoke and he instantly knew the person he bumped into. Could his luck get any shittier?
“Oi Deku you fuckmunch! Watch where you are going will ya?” Katsukis angry voice boomed through the empty restroom.
“Ah..haha... S..sorry Kacchan I was lost in thoughts. Didn't mean to disturb you. I was about to leave!” Izuku's voice trembling with nervousness as he swallowed the big lump that formed in his throat. As he was about to push himself back from the rock hard chest to take his leave, Katsuki grabbed his wrist and held him in place. Inhaling the sweet earthy scent of the green haired boy.
“Where the hell do you think you're going nerd?” Bakugou's voice was now low and deep.
As Izuku lifted his face up to look up into the sharp face of Katsuki his emerald eyes widened at the look the blond gave him. Ruby red eyes dark and clouded with an emotion Izuku couldn't place, focused on his face. Rough fingers absent minded stroking over his wrists. Katsuki's breathing was heavy and warm on Izuku's face which was flushed bright red from the sudden closeness.
Izuku gulped again. “Ah..Ah...L..li..Like I was saying I wanted to go dancing again. My friends are waiting for me.”
Katsuki still looked kind of unimpressed, his gaze still trained on the younger teen in front of him, his hold slightly loosening, lost deep in thought.
As Izuku thought he could finally free himself from the others grasp, Katsuki switched his hands and gripped his chin, forcefully tilting his head upwards as he stared into widened green eyes while his other hand wandered down to the smaller boy's waist. Holding him in place.
They stood in this position for several minutes before Izuku dared to speak up. “Eh..Ka...Kacchan what are you doing there?” His voice filled with confusion.
Katsuki himself was silent before he spoke. “Can you shut op for a minute, can you?” His voice a hushed growl, filled with something that made Izuku's stomach do flic-flacs. Slowly he inched his pale face closer to the freckled teen, his red eyes still fixed on the green ones.
“Ka..Kacchan? A..are you okay? What's wrong with you? Can I...can I help you?”Midoriya's voice was barely above a whisper, his heart racing in his chest like it was training for the Grand Prix.
Before he could ask any more, he felt cold lips press against his own. His eyes widened in shock.
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While Izuku was about to start rambling as always, Katsuki had silenced him with a kiss. His rough hand gripping on the smaller boys waist, held him in place while he kissed him hard and passionately. His thin lips were a bit chapped and cold but he couldn't care less. Shocked to death Izuku gasped in surprise, unintentionally granting the blond entrance into his moist cavern.
Katsuki had his blood red eyes closed while he held Izuku in place and ravished his mouth, fingers digging into small hips. His mind was blank and filled with hot pleasure as he kissed the daylights out from the green eyed boy. He experimentally swiped his tongue along plump lips as he open mouth kissed Midoriya. He lapped at the other boy's tongue, sucking on his bottom lip and feverishly kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Desperate like the drunk boy he was, hungry for more. He felt like he was drowning in that warm mouth, drowning because of those sweet lips. He didn't know what came over him. Maybe it was because of that load of booze he had in this shitty club or maybe it was because that sassy attitude from Izuku kinda turned him on, paired with that scandalous see through white dress shirt and those tight black jeans.
It must have been the booze speaking for him, he heard some older guys talk about that once when he was younger. They talked about the wonders of alcohol and that it let you do things you wouldn't normally do when you're sober but also give you the courage to act more brave. Act like the person you wish to be deep down. They also talked about the side effects of booze like that it could make you horny as a bitch in heat or that it could make you all whiny like a crybaby.
Whatever it was Katsuki couldn't care less. He was lost in all those sweet pants and moans that escaped Izuku's throat as he kissed him feverishly. His hands now roaming the muscular body from his former friend up and down. Pinching him here and there, grabbing a handful of ass or sliding over that ripped back, letting his calloused hands feel the smooth freckled skin under that trashy see through dress shirt.
He felt light headed. His body was hot and bothered, overflowing with lust and confusion. His face heated up, his eyes stinging and a hissing sound in his ears. He felt like he left his body and was now floating over him and the green haired nerd. God, if someone would've told him that kissing felt this good he would've done it a hell lot sooner.
Was it because of Deku? He didn't care as he pressed himself further onto his rival. Never breaking their kiss.
As he felt some kind of friction down between his legs, he decided that he wanted the other boy trapped between himself and the wall so he pressed his body onto Izuku, moving him into the direction he desired. His mind blanked for a second as their middles collided with each other, a soft moan escaping him.
Izuku who was over the moon and didn't register any of what happened snapped out of his daze because of that noise and opened his eyes and took his time to take a needed amount of air. He was panting like crazy from their actions as he looked Katsuki directly into his eyes. Red eyes were glazed over with lust and raw desire. The pale face flushed pink, thin lips reddened and plump from all their kissing, a string of saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth which Izuku removed with his thumb, caressing the soft skin next to it. He didn't know what he was doing but he didn't care either. He only knew that this eased the burning pain in his chest he felt every time he was near the explosive boy a bit.
Neither teen spoke a word as they both were looking at each other with lust filled eyes. Blood red rubies clashed with forest green emeralds, mixing into something new and dangerous.
Before either of them were able to speak up, the taller blond dove in again, planting his chapped lips on the rather soft ones from the smaller boys, trapping him in his net filled with desire. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't lovey dovey or anything. No. He was like he was with everything: rough, demanding, forceful and taking what he could get. If Bakugou Katsuki wanted something he made sure to take it despite the consequences. He took it without a warning and he took it under his conditions. If he wanted it rough, then so be it. If he wanted it all sweet and caring, worked for him too but now. Now he wanted this fucking Deku all to himself. Wanted to devour him, rip him into small pieces and fuck with his frantic mind like he did with his.
Katsuki placed his placed his left hand behind Izuku's head, his hand tangling in green unruly curls, fisting those soft locks while he hold onto them to guide his head towards his own to deepen their kiss. He nibbled, licked and sucked. Kissed and kissed and kissed. Savouring each kiss. He moved his lips against the other boy's in a desperate frenzy as he let himself relax more and more.
The more the blond nibbled, licked and sucked the more tiny noises and soft hums escaped the green haired boy. He couldn't believe it that he was now kissing his former childhood friend. His former friend on whom he developed a small crush. He felt like he was in heaven. His vision blurry and his body on fire like it was about to combust into a bonfire in any minute but he couldn't care less. He felt himself lost in their wild kissing.
The more Katsuki pushed onto him, the more Izuku moaned. Katsuki felt himself turned on in a way he thought wasn't possible at least from Izuku. While his left hand was tangled into green hair he felt unsure of what to do with his right hand. He knew that it wouldn't be enough for him in the long run to just have it rested on the freckled hips. He knew that he needed more so he placed his right hand under Izuku's thigh and lifted him off the floor and onto his own hips, creating a pleasant friction as he pressed himself closer, brushing his clothed lap against the other.
He broke the kiss for a moment to let out a strangled moan. Damn that felt better then all the kisses he thought as he leaned his face into the freckled crook of Izuku's neck.
Experimentally he started to grind against the smaller boy. His right hand now cupping the firm ass clad in a black formfitting jeans. That definitely felt better then kissing he thought as he was seeing a bunch of starts in front of his eyes as the pleasure build up. Maybe, but only maybe he could manage to grind against the freckled teen, rubbing his pelvis against him and continue kissing him. Somehow he knew that this might be more pleasurable then doing this separate from each other so he started kissing Izuku again. Now more sloppy then before because of all the rubbing of their mid section against each other that left him panting hard and his legs shaking.
As he was about to trail kisses from Midoriya's mouth down to his neck to bite down hard, sucking and leaving a red mark he was stopped by Midoriya himself.
“Ka.Kacchan...s..ss.stop please.. I...I need...” He whined, his voice shaky and thick with arousal.
“What is it Deku? Can't handle a bit action? Didn't your mother told you about stuff like this?” Bakugou barked, feeling irritated because Izuku dared to interrupt him in his pleasure.
“I..It's not..nothing like that Kacchan! It's just that...AHHH” The green eyed teen panted as Bakugou continued to grind his pelvis against him, adding more and more friction while he sucked on the junction where his shoulder met his neck, leaving a small red mark.
“Ka..Kacchan I mean it! Please.. Please stop for a moment... I really need to know what this is all a..a..about!” Izuku now moaned into the blond's ear as he tried to focus and keep his thoughts in check, desperately trying to not loose himself too much. He really wanted to know what this meant. Why was Katsuki doing this? Was it the alcohol speaking or was he feeling something towards him.
The more he tried to struggle and break free, the more Katsuki seemed to be turned on by his actions and he rubbed harder, gripped Midoriya's ass harder, drawing small circles on his buttocks as his hips thrust upwards, eliciting more and more throaty moans. He felt his stomach twist in pleasure. His pants got tighter more and more, leaving no room for himself. His body was sweaty and he knew if he would use his quirk under this condition that he would blow up the whole city district. He didn't care about what Izuku asked or what this might be. He only cared for the pleasure the other boy offered him. Sometimes it was hard to control him and his hormones. He was a growing young man, it was normal for him to sometimes feel pleasure and the need to release it and with Izuku so willingly giving it to him. Who was he to complain?
Izuku on the other hand was confused like hell. All of this made no sense to him. Why would Katsuki do something like this when he knew the other couldn't stand him? Izuku knew why he kinda let this happen since he came to terms with his feelings earlier this evening. To be exact he came to terms with the right before the blonde bomb dropped into the restroom.
A small selfish part of his brain told him to just enjoy their little make-out session, telling him to enjoy it as long as it lasts since he didn't know when they would do something like this. If there would be a second time too, you'd never know.
With this Izuku came to the conclusion that it would be no use to try and figure things out and that it would be better to just enjoy this, savour every moment as long as it lasts so that at last he didn't need to wonder what making-out with Bakugou would be like since he now had the chance to enjoy it first-hand. So he now kissed Bakugou back with as much fierce as he was able to muster, ready to set the blond apart and let him get lost in the same pleasure he was now able to experience. He rolled his hips down onto Katsuki's midsection, feeling the hard on pressing up his round ass. A guttural grown escaping the blond as he rubbed himself harder.
Izuku's shaky hands found blond locks, scraping his nails on the other's scalp, running his fingers through spiky hair, down his neck, over wide shoulder blades and down the back and onto the collar of Katsuki's wine red shirt where he grabbed the fabric and pressed their lips together in a searing kiss.
He now felt as daring and confident as Katsuki himself as he heard him shamelessly moan into his mouth. More and more saliva was now dripping down, their lips cherry red and swollen. Bruised from their kissing. Teeth grazing, hands wondering over ripped bodies, eyes shut tight and bodies pressed together so that there was no room left between.
Although Izuku knew that all the passion and everything they were now experiencing with each other where mostly because they both were drunk as fuck and wasted beyond their responsibilities as young aspiring heroes, he didn't care. He knew that by tomorrow they would be back to normal. Katsuki yelling at him, shaking his fists and angrily showing off his flashy quirk while he would be stammering and flinching away as soon as the blond would growl and direct his anger towards him. It kinda made him sad but he was too much into their little game of kissing and grinding on each other to give it another thought.
Katsuki who noticed the other boys behaviour stopped in his movements. What the hell was wrong with that fucking Deku? Was he not enjoying this? Did he do something wrong or what was his fucking problem?
Slightly angered by his antics, Katsuki spoke up with a raged growl. “What the hell is wrong with you now you stupid Deku? Can't handle a silly make-out session? Don't think too much about this you idiot! It's not like I like you or anything special. You're just here right now so get over it. You. better feel thankful for this opportunity you shithead got it? ”
Izuku dropped his gaze, hurt flashed over his green eyes to which Katsuki felt more confused then ever. Just what the fuck? He tilted Izuku's head upwards so that they eyes could meet. As He saw the glazed green eyes he felt his breath hitch in his throat.
“Oi you looser you better tell me what it is now or I'll explode you into ER right now!” Bakugou barked at the smaller boy who refused to speak up.
Izuku his heart felt heavy in his chest. He now definitely knows that this is just because of the alcohol they consumed. They weren't kissing and making-out because the blond felt something for him but because he was horny as a stray cat because of all the alcohol in his system. Midoriya once heard the older boys talk about this. They told some juicy stories about their encounters so Midoriya wasn't new to this kind of topic but it didn't ease the pain he felt right now and since Katsuki was able to read him like an open book because of all the years they knew each other, he dared not to look up and meet his angry red eyes because he knew that the other would figure him out in an instant. Why couldn't he just enjoy their adventure and forget about it in the morning, acting like it never happened and move on? Damn his fickle heart.
Bakugou got more and more impatient as the minutes ticked by. He was so close to release what was wrong with the other teen? He gave the smaller boy another look and after studying him for a moment he knew what the other was thinking. He could read him like a book and play him like a violin. In the end it was no surprise that this would be the reason the other boy acted like he did right now. He wasn't really surprised since it was kinda obvious but oh well. Why did it always have to be so complicated with the other boy? Why couldn't be as easy as every other teenager? Amused, he moved closer to Midoriya's plush lips, his own ghosting over them in an almost kiss as he spoke. “Hey Deku you loser, you know I love you.”
Izuku looked up, offended. His green eyes wide open in shock. For a moment his heart leaped out of his ribcage. He felt like crying out of sheer happiness, it was like his deepest and darkest dream became reality. He couldn't be any happier right now. Everything felt right but...
But this was too good to be true. He wished it was true but... There was no hope. He knew that it was useless. There was no way for them. Bakugou would never feel this way about him. He could do nothing to change the fact. They would never be like this for each other, he knew that now. There was no use in even trying to fight it. If this is what he could get from the other boy, he readily accepted it, knowing that it might kill him in the process. Although it broke his heart he accepted his fate.
“We both know that this is a lie, Kacchan.” He sighed as he gave into the kiss and closed the remaining distance between them.