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Light poured into Midoriya’s bedroom like a waterfall of gold, and he rubbed his bleary eyes.
Blinking a few times, he kicked his legs out of bed and stood. Tension flowed out of his body when he stretched.
He had been sleepier lately, mainly from teaching all the weekdays at UA and balancing hero life in between.
Midoriya glanced at himself in the mirror.
At the panties he had on—they had more breathing room than boxers. He turned around to glance at his freckled ass and smiled.
Well, they were sexy too.
He turned again to look at his stomach, softened by the less intense workouts due to his hero-school life balance. Midoriya smiled at himself in the mirror before he threw on an oversized T-shirt.
Ding
Who was that? He didn’t remember inviting anyone…
He ran his hands through his curls so they wouldn’t look like overgrown moss spilling over his head and walked to his front door.
“K—Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, as crimson eyes stared into his face intently, sending prickles down his arm.
“Izuku…” Bakugo said in his baritone voice. “I stopped by Aizawa’s office to catch up, and he gave me this lesson plan.” He handed Midoriya the papers as he scratched the back of his head. “He said that he thought it would be helpful for you.”
As Midoriya reached to take it, their hands brushed together. His breath hitched, and he pulled the papers to his chest.
“Thank… you, Kacchan…” Izuku whispered, clutching the paper so tightly it crinkled, piercing the thick air between them.
“No problem… nerd,” Katsuki murmured, rubbing the back of his head.
Katsuki’s crimson eyes bored into him, and Izuku’s did the same.
They stayed like that for a few seconds.
“Well, I should get going—”
“Would you like to come in—?”
They both stopped and stared in silence.
Katsuki’s eyes widened.
Izuku laughed nervously and backtracked. “Oh, right, yeah, you have…” He crumpled the paper more. “Important hero stuff and all. I should let you go.”
As Izuku moved to close his door, Katsuki’s arms stopped it.
“Kacchan?” He widened the door again.
“I don’t have any patrols to do now,” Katsuki said as he stepped into his home.
The golden light on his face was honey that tempted Izuku for a taste. Izuku’s face warmed, and he shook his head at the thought. “Right, er, come on in, Kacchan.”
Katsuki’s presence followed him into his home.
“Um… welcome in. You can sit at the island if you’d like,” Izuku explained as he placed the papers on the couch. “Um… or on the couch, I don’t mind,” he added quickly, tucking some hair behind his ear.
Katsuki chuckled, deep and rich. “Nerd, calm the fuck down.”
“S—sorry,” he muttered, walking into the kitchen with the oversized shirt flowing a little over his thighs. “Do you want anything?”
He fumbled through the cabinets and pulled out a cup. “I have wine… uh, tea, and coffee.”
“Izuku, slow down.”
Izuku closed the cabinet and turned to face him, leaning his ass against the ledge of his marbled counter. He thought he’d imagined it, but Katsuki’s eyes lingered on his thighs for a few moments.
Katsuki’s gaze snapped to meet his, and zings shot through Izuku’s stomach to his thighs, where Katsuki’s gaze had once lingered.
Katsuki cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the cabinet.
“How’s teaching those brats?”
Izuku crossed his arms over his chest, pulling the fabric higher on his thighs. “Not terrible. They were bright kids, probably just as smart as us when we were in 1A, just a little more… chaotic.”
“That’s good.” Katsuki grinned a little at the island top with reminiscentness. Izuku’s face flushed at his eyes flicking to his thighs again.
“Uh… how’s hero work?” Izuku asked, eyeing the other’s biceps that had grown from hero work.
Hard and veiny. Gorgeous.
Izuku glanced down at his body and sighed a little.
Katsuki smirked. “It’s going pretty well, getting higher in the ranks.”
Giggling, Izuku answered, “Yeah, that’s only because I started moving up.”
“That might have some truth to it,” Katsuki said, as his smirk softened.
A bird tweeted outside, and Izuku’s heart may have beaten in time with the quick chirps.
Katsuki nodded his head. “A wine sounds nice.”
Izuku smiled and turned to open the cabinet again. He had an expensive brand he’d had for a while; however, it was all the way up on the top shelf. He stood on his tiptoes a little to reach it, and he heard choking sounds from behind him.
Izuku gasped and realized the air was wafting on his ass, his bottom completely exposed to Katsuki’s eyes.
He covered himself, and his face heated. “Oh, God. I’m sorry you had to see that…”
No one was supposed to know that I wear panties…this is so messed up…
Izuku poured him some wine quickly and turned to hand him his cup with a trembling hand.
Katsuki’s eyes avoided his as he quickly took a sip. “N—no, it was…” He trailed off.
“Maybe a terrible view. I know, but it makes me feel… more confident about my softening body.” Izuku hugged himself and took a sip of wine from the whole bottle.
“They look… fine on you,” Katsuki admitted, with a red tinge to his high cheekbones. “And your body is fine…”
“Oh… oh.” Izuku pushed his hair behind his ear again. “Thank you, I guess?”
Still could have a less flabby stomach, but…I try to love it.
Neither of them spoke for a moment; just the sound of sipping lingered between them.
Katsuki finished his wine first and ran his finger around the rim. His shoulders tensed, and he had a faraway look on his face.
“You… okay, Kacchan?”
Maybe he thought they were weird…but I’m wearing them for me, so it shouldn’t matter. His opinion shouldn’t matter but…
Katsuki cleared his throat. “Fine, just thinking about something… fucking weird.”
“…What is it?”
His crimson eyes snapped to his thighs, though this time something burned within them. “Can I…” Katsuki growled and stared off into the living room. “Fuck, I wanna see them.”
Izuku’s heart rate sped up. “See what…?”
“Your, UGH, your fucking panties.”
Izuku gasped softly and grabbed the hem of his shirt. “Kacchan, you… want to see my…my…?” He trailed off.
Katsuki finally met his gaze, and he groaned. “FUCK, never mind, I should… that was so fucking weird. I should go.” He rose out of the chair.
He wants to see my panties; why do I want to show them?
Izuku rushed over to him and grabbed his arm. “Kacchan, calm down. I’m not weirded out… just surprised.”
The tension left the arm he was holding.
“Right, shit,” Katsuki huffed. “I’m fucking… I’m feeling weird. I’m just curious or whatever.”
“Ah… okay.” Izuku’s fingers tensed on the hem of his shirt.
“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I can leave, and we can never talk about this again.”
“No, I—” He started lifting the shirt a little. “I want to.” He flicked his gaze to meet Katsuki’s.
Katsuki’s breath hitched.
Izuku’s hands trembled, but he lifted it slowly.
Soon, his black lacy panties were exposed, along with the bulge of his decently endowed cock.
Katsuki simply stared, and Izuku’s face heated the longer he looked. “U—um.”
God, I’m exposing myself to my childhood friend, bully, rival, and now partial friend.
“Katsuki, are you okay—?”
“Turn around?” Katsuki asked, with slightly widened eyes and a growl.
“A—alright.” Izuku turned slowly, leaned over the island on his elbows a little, and looked back; his cock hardened at the heated look on Katsuki’s face.
A shiver went down his spine when Katsuki pulled on the lace of his panties.
“Is this okay…?” Katsuki asked, his voice more gravelly than it had been a few moments ago.
“Yeah…” Izuku turned his head again, biting his lip slightly.
“Fuck, there are even freckles on your ass.”
Izuku gasped when a soft and slightly wet sensation covered his left ass cheek. “Kacchan… what are we doing?”
Katsuki’s lips left his ass, and he squeezed it. “I, fuck, I don’t even know. You just look really good in these. I just want to…” He cut himself off, and his face turned a darker pink than earlier.
“Do it…” Izuku whimpered, leaning back into the hand on his ass.
“You don’t even know what I want to do to you.” Both hands rested on his ass now. “Fuck.”
Izuku whined. “I don’t care. We’re clearly both pent up, and let’s be real—tension has been between us for years.” He pressed back, rubbing his ass on Katsuki’s forming bulge. “Let’s just get it out here.”
“Fuck, okay.”
“But I don’t have any lube…”
“Shit. That’s fine we can so something else.”
Izuku rubbed against Katsuki’s hardening cock, and they both moaned. Katsuki slapped his ass, and he whined, “Hold on before I cum in my pants, damn it.”
“Kay, Kacchan,” Izuku said and pressed his cheek against the counter to cool his hot cheeks.
Katsuki’s belt clinked behind him, then his hands were on his ass again, except this time his cock lay on his ass.
“You’re big, Kacchan.”
Kacchan began rutting his cock between his covered ass, and precum soaked through the panties to Izuku’s skin, making him shudder.
“Of course I am, nerd,” Katsuki said, groaning.
“K—Kacchan.” Izuku’s cock hardened in his panties as Katsuki slapped his cock on his ass cheek. Warm precum settled on the skin of his cheeks.
Then he went back to rutting between his clothed ass cheeks.
“Yeah, nerd?” Katsuki leaned over Izuku’s back and wrapped his arms around him in a semi-hug. His breath wafted against Izuku’s ear.
“M—more…”
“More?” Katsuki teased, nibbling on his ear.
“Nooo, don’t tease me, Kacchan.”
“Fine.” Katsuki leaned off him, hooked his fingers in his panties, and pulled them down.
Cool air hit his sensitive region, and Izuku sighed. “Please.”
“Shhhh.” Katsuki rubbed one of his ass cheeks and pulled it apart.
“Shit,” Izuku let out a choked moan when wetness hit his asshole, followed by a teasing blunt tip. He turned his head and squinted at the morning light coming through his window.
Katsuki continued to tease Izuku’s tight asshole, catching his cockhead on his rim. Izuku keened.
“You’re so tight.” He snarled, punctuating it by pushing his cockhead into his hole a little.
Izuku keened when Katsuki alternated between rubbing his ass, smearing precum on each cheek, and grabbing both cheeks while rutting his cock between his crack.
“Oh. Fuck.”
Katsuki sped up his thrusts. “Love it when you curse,” he growled.
Izuku’s neglected hanging cock dripped precum partially onto his panties and onto the floor. His cock glided between his ass, making his crack wet, and with every slide, he could feel a vein running through his cock.
Kacchans… using me. I want him to come on me. Mark me as his even if its just today…
Izuku’s breath became labored and he squeaked when Katsuki’s grip shifted to his hips as leverage.
Slapping sounds echoed throughout the kitchen. Katsuki’s pelvis slammed against Izuku's freckled ass causing it to ripple.
“Shit Kacchan…” Izuku dropped his head to the counter, and his hair pooled around him.
Katsuki’s huffs began to get louder. “I’m… I’m close.”
Izuku exhaled and closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic slapping. “Cum on my ass, Kacchan.”
“Fuck.” Katsuki pulled away, and Izuku winced at the coolness of air against his ass where Katsuki’s hands had been.
Sinful, slick sounds came from behind him, followed by a groan, then the warmth of Katsuki’s cum—a shot on his back, his right ass cheek. He looked down to see Katsuki’s cockhead shooting some into his panties.
Izuku moaned and gasped when Katsuki gripped his arm to turn him around.
“I’m gonna make you cum, nerd,” Katsuki rasped before closing his lips over Izuku’s and wrapping his hand around his cock.
Their teeth clashed, and Katsuki quickly shoved his tongue into his mouth. Heat simmered in Izuku’s body.
Katsuki’s hand worked quickly. He thumbed around Izuku’s cockhead and used the precum to jerk him off.
“Kacchan…” Izuku whispered as Katsuki claimed his lips in another kiss.
“Izuku…” he groaned.
The fruity tang of wine combined on their tongue creating a richer taste, and as their tongues entangled deeper, His warm cum dribbled down Katsuki’s skilled hand.
Katsuki pulled from Izuku’s lips first.
“Oh…” Izuku’s chest heaved, and he trembled against Katsuki.
Katsuki kissed his cheeks and pulled up his panties for him. “Shit, are you okay? Was this okay?” Katsuki asked, cupping his cheeks.
Izuku covered his hands with his. “N—no, it was good. I’d… like to do this again.”
“Fuck, me too, but this was sudden…”
Izuku pressed his lips to Katsuki’s. “Right, we need to talk about this at some point because… truthfully, I want more…more than just what we did.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened, and he kissed Izuku’s jaw. “Me too… back then even when I was a hateful brat. I always felt… something for you.”
“Kacchan—.”
Katsuki’s ringtone went off, and he answered it. Izuku pulled his shirt back down to cover his thighs.
“Shit… I’ve gotta get to a patrol.”
“Right… come back tonight?”
Katsuki nodded and pulled up his boxers. “That’s fine. Will you be hungry later?”
Izuku pressed his hands to his stomach.
Definitely.
“Yes!”
“I’ll bring Katsudon fucking nerd.” Katsuki made his way to the door and looked back once more.
My favorite…he remembered.
Izuku shifted, feeling the cum in his panties and heat rush to his face again. “Bye, Kacchan.”
“Bye, nerd.”
I should change these… maybe later.
Izuku lay on the couch after he left, contemplating being with someone he’d had such a long and complex history with. Every time he turned he felt Katsuki’s sticky release in his panties and minutes later he fell into a deep sleep.