"Oi, Deku. Relax, will ya?" Katsuki mutters sharply. Izuku hesitantly glances over at the blonde across from him. He could feel his face heating under the Katsuki's red, unrelenting gaze, trembling slightly in his seat as his nerves ran rampant through his body. It's not that Izuku didn't want to hang out with him. He just didn't know how to act around him yet; they only recently became re-acquainted with each other after losing touch in middle school. Now as college freshmen and discovering that they attended the same university one random day after Izuku clumsily tripped exiting the campus coffee shop into the hard wall of muscle that was Katsuki Bakugou's chest.
"I'm so-s-sorr…" Izuku faltered and stuttered, instantly blushing at the man. He's staring… right at me! Kacchan is really here, and I almost ran him over. I'm a moron. Way to make an impression, god… Izuku wanted to run and die in a ditch, unresolved issues unearthing themselves from the back of his mind as soon as he was caught in those red-hot eyes. He couldn't tell if wanted to be in his presence, now or ever again. He was mean to him, but he was his friend before. Something about Kacchan is so… captivating and he couldn't bare to leave. Bakugou seemed to linger his touch on Izuku's arm and back when he caught the bumbling Izuku.
Katsuki was on his way to the coffee shop to get his obligatory coffee before his 1:30 lecture, the worst time of the day for a class, especially one he did not care at all. Just as he opened the door, he felt a person walk right into him. How can people be so unaware? Katsuki was about to give a snarky remark until he saw those nostalgic green curls. No way… it is. Those big, green eyes shining back at his. The stuttering, shivering, his flustered state from a simple interaction. He hasn't changed a bit, Katsuki thought passingly, an afterthought almost. He doesn't know where that thought came from considering he hasn't seen or talked to Izuku in years, but he still knew how he was, who he was. That normalcy was a breath of fresh air in this new routine of his, a pleasant surprise to the start of the school year. He could tell by the tensing of Izuku's fists on his sweatshirt that he was not the person Izuku was expecting, hell, maybe even wanting to see for old time's sake. He knows what he did, he can't deny it. Katsuki wishes to apologize, and this moment was given to him, a great coincidence.
"De-Izuku." Katsuki broke this awkward air around them, realizing that they were, in fact, still in the coffee shop entrance, some gazes falling on these two men clinging to each other. Izuku jumped a tad at Katsuki's low, familiar voice, standing up taller. Katsuki still had his hand on Izuku's back to guide him further inside so Katsuki could still get his coffee. Izuku could have left at any time, but he didn't to Izuku's uncertainty, to Katsuki's gratitude. They stood in a short silence, unsure of how to go about talking to one another, until Izuku spoke softly.
"H-hi. Um, how… are you?" he cleared his throat quietly, looking down at the multi-colored tile floor, gazing at his shoes, wringing his hands behind his back.
"Uh, good. Just getting some coffee. You?"
"Same." He giggled nervously. "Well, actually, I was on my way out before I, you know, ran into you." Izuku blushed softly. His hands slid into his pockets, slowly relaxing beside Katsuki. Katsuki smiled at him, relieved for Izuku being more comfortable around him than before. He'll take what he can get.
"Hey, Izuku. Would you… want to hang out sometime? No pressure, just curious. But I understand if you don't want to." He felt weirdly nervous, his heartbeat picking up, his hands hiding in his pockets. His peripheral watched Izuku's eyes widen slightly and his mouth twitch. Izuku looked up in thought, and Katsuki wanted to sigh heavily from anxiety.
"Sure."
Wait, what? "Really?"
"Yeah." Izuku smiled, lips stretched and eyes staring deep into his. Katsuki was washed over with relief and elation that this man gave him the time of day again. He won't ruin this, he can't. They exchanged numbers before Izuku left for his next class before sending a cute message to Katsuki:
Deku: Have a good day, I can't wait for more coffee with you this weekend 😊
Katsuki watched as Izuku practically squirmed in his seat in the slightly busy coffee shop, the look of overthinking etched into his being. They had texted the few days prior to this meeting, getting more comfortable with each other, seeing why the two were friends to begin with. It was refreshing to say the least, like something was missing from their lives. Now, the real thing was almost overwhelming, they were alone despite people being around, chatting, working, laughing. Katsuki can understand, it's been forever since they have been truly alone. Katsuki would bully the shit out of him any chance he could and push him further away until Izuku stopped trying all together and he was left alone like he thought he wanted. Now they were starting back at square one, trying to work their way around the situation Katsuki put them in.
"Well, first, I should say… shit, I'm so sorry. Izuku. You have no idea how terrible I feel. When I saw you this week, I thought this was the best thing that could happen. I could finally apologize to you and start over, if you want of course. I knew I needed to make up for all the shit I put you through when we were kids. I don't want to mess this up again. I hope we can be friends." Katsuki stopped and stared at his hands for a few moments before looking up at Izuku. Izuku's green eyes were shiny with tears and he tried to hide it but failed. Katsuki was surprised and a little embarrassed from unloading on him. He wasn't expecting Izuku to cry; he doesn't really know what he was expecting, but crying was not it.
"Oh, Kacchan," Izuku's voice wavering to stop from full-on crying in the coffee shop. "I didn't know how to react when I ran into you. I was upset at first because of how we left things, but I also wanted to be near you again. We were so close before and I guess I couldn't give up on it in the end. Thank you for apologizing. I appreciate it." Izuku gently grabbed Katsuki's hands and rubbing circles into his palms. "I would love to be your friend again."
Katsuki's heart fluttered, his eyes captured in the beautiful greens right in front of him. He melted at him, forgetting how to speak and just enjoying his presence. The world vanished and Izuku was in the center of his vision. He could be his Kacchan again. He didn't want this to end.
The two men slowly rebuilt their friendship, spending more time together when their schedules allow it. They would play video games read comics, just talk. Being in the same room together was enough for Katsuki for sure. Over the last few weeks, he felt that these friendly feelings were feeling a lot less friendly than he recently imagined. He noticed Izuku's beautiful smile, addictive personality, captivating eyes. He couldn't stay away, he thought he just wanted to have the freckled boy close to him to rebuild their bond. Don't get him wrong, he did want this bond, but that wasn't enough. He wanted all of Izuku all the time. Was he just being selfish about spending so much time with him? He had not idea, this has never happened before even with the experience he had with his other friends. Izuku was just… different.
"Kacchan! What should we do today?" The two met in the quad where Katsuki sat on a bench, deep in his thoughts before Izuku found him. Katsuki blinked from his stupor, Izuku standing over his head. The sunshine spilled and created a warm glow around his body, green hair glowing and eyes seeming to swallow Katsuki whole the more he stared into him. Katsuki quickly got up and lead Izuku to his room, while asking the green haired boy about his day, wanting to fill his ears with the lovely words and melodious noise that flowed from his mouth.
Katsuki wanted to show a new game to Izuku, and Izuku had been relentlessly asking to see Katsuki's dorm room like they used to when they were kids. Luckily, Katsuki lived alone and they had lots of room to relax. Katsuki started up the game as Izuku made himself comfortably on the floor rug and continued rambling about his crazy professor and how this class would be the death of him. Katsuki listened intently as he sat next to Izuku, knees grazing each other. Izuku suddenly stopped, his fists tensed and cheeks getting hot. His eyes traveled to their knees, just watching. Katsuki jerked his knee away, thinking it was making him uncomfortable. Izuku put his hand on Katsuki's and pushed that arm against Katsuki's, getting closer to him as a rebuttal. Katsuki blushed lightly as he watched Izuku rambling like before, even while the game was going on.
They talked for hours, not realizing the sun went down as the evening crept in on them. The game was abandoned. They laid on the rug, talking into the air, laughing, almost cuddling. The laughter of a dumb joke Katsuki made died down, and they just stared into each other's eyes. Katsuki's eyes dilated, this beautiful man was so close, he wanted to caress him, taste him. Whoa, calm down! You just became friends! Katsuki kept control this long, he can't mess up now because of his dumb brain, heart, dick – whatever.
Izuku reached his hand to Katsuki's forehead to brush a couple stray hairs from his eyes, eyes still burning into him. His fingertips that touched his skin felt too good, he wanted Izuku to touch him more. His touch was dangerous. Izuku began to lean up and get closer. Katsuki's brain short-circuiting, trying to imagine what the hell was doing.
Izuku leaned over Katsuki's head, blocking the soft light from ceiling light. He whispered, "Katsuki" softly, seductively, as he moved one arm on each of Katsuki's sides, trapping him with his hot body. Katsuki could not believe what was happening to him, but if Izuku wanted this just as much as he did, he would show Izuku just how much he meant to him. Their lips finally touched and they both melted into each other. Katsuki snaked his arms around Izuku, one hand deep in those green curls and one rubbing circles on his lower back. Izuku moaned softly as Katsuki's tongue entered and tasted every inch. Katsuki's fingers pulled firmly on his soft hair and Izuku mewled into his mouth as Izuku's hands moved into Katsuki's blonde locks and wouldn't let go, clenching his knees into his hips, pushing his chest flush to his, wanting him closer and closer. Katsuki flipped their positions, straddling the smaller man. Both panting heavily and hands feeling their hair and chests as much as they could.
"Izuku, is this okay? Do you really want this? We just became friends; I don't want to mess anything up." Katsuki wasn't sure if he was saying this more for himself, but he still needed to make sure.
"Kacchan," he croons at him, gliding his hands and cupping his jaw, "I want you now, I've been holding myself back for a couple weeks, but I can't anymore." His fingers tease his lips, gently wiping his teeth with his thumb. "Take me."
Katsuki pulled back, towering over Izuku even on his knees, bringing Izuku's knees to his chest. Katsuki thrust roughly forward, the slap from his hips to Izuku's ass loud and muffled. Izuku let out a throaty moan, Katsuki grinding slow and hard into his clothed ass and dick. Even with pants on, the pressure felt so good. Katsuki groaned as his dick grew harder, his mind going hazy at this wonderful turn of events. He could feel and see Izuku's dick filled the front of his jeans as he ground more and more into his delicious hips. Katsuki picked up Izuku from the floor, lifting him up by his ass to connect their wet, wanting mouths again. Izuku wrapped his toned legs around Katsuki's muscular waist. Izuku knew Katsuki was ripped, but oh god he was solid. He could feel him up all day, lifting him up like he was nothing. He can't get enough of this rough blonde hottie.
Katsuki brought Izuku to the bed, laying him down on his back. Izuku spread out, and he looked like he wanted to be devoured, craving for Izuku to fill him up and never let go.
"You have any lube?" Such a simple question almost took Katsuki out of commission. He nodded a little too eagerly as he went through his desk drawer for the bottle. When he came back, Izuku's pants were discarded, shirt pulled up showing the soft flesh of his stomach; Katsuki would taste that later. Izuku was slowly palming himself through his boxers, his chest slowly rising, the stain of precum growing. Katsuki was going to have a stroke from this sexy sight. He practically jumped on Izuku, kissing him feverishly, leaving them both breathless.
"You can't look so sexy like this," Katsuki growled. Izuku looked at him like he challenged him to battle, determination coursing through him.
"You don't look too bad yourself. You don't have to hold back. I won't break," Izuku cooed, his hot breath licking his ear, feeling the sex through his voice. Katsuki groaned into Izuku's neck, nipping at his soft neck, leaving pink marks in his path.
Katsuki squirted the lube on a couple fingers before teasing Izuku's hole with one. Katsuki slowed teased and pushed his finger in Izuku's ass with surprisingly little effort. Izuku looked a little embarrassed before confessing, "I may have done a little work after classes today because I was thinking about us being alone… but that makes it easier for you, right?" Thinking back to the hours before, ass deep on a dildo, pretending it was Katsuki as he rode him into an orgasm, Izuku almost laughed. He looked up through his lashes at Katsuki whose face glew like never before. Katsuki was really going to lose it.
"Fuck, Izuku, stop doing this to me. You'll make me go insane," Katsuki said before pushing in his second lubed up finger, deeper than before. Izuku's walls were so hot and clenching around his fingers, his sweet moans falling out of his mouth. Katsuki wanted to hear more, so he put more lube on a third finger and felt around Izuku's ass until –
"AH! R-right there, ohhh Kacchan ~" Izuku rolled his hips down as his body spasmed with the hit on his prostate. He couldn't contain his moans as Katsuki looked so smug when he found it and abused the hell out of it. Izuku was drooling, his eyes shut, and his face burned when Katsuki sped up his fingers thrusting in and out of his wet hole. He whimpered as Katsuki's fingers left his hole, letting out a breath that he was holding. He felt so empty, but as soon as he wanted to complain, he looked up and saw it. His throbbing dick, fully erect, dripping with precum, the vein on his shaft begging to be licked.
Izuku flipped himself around on the bed, ass up, spreading his cheeks to the man about to take him. "Kacchan~, please give it to me, I want you inside me so bad, please fill me up!" Izuku whined, hard as a rock, almost like he was about to cry. Katsuki had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He wasn't about to deny the man he liked what he wanted. He placed his dick against his hole, and slowly thrust into Izuku's wetness. Almost immediately, Katsuki got sucked in by the tightness and heat that Izuku was producing. He was being smothered by this wonderful feeling; he doesn't want to let go.
"Ahhhh, K-Kacchannnn," Izuku groaned out, hips hovering off the bed, fingers gripping the sheets like he would float away without it. His first time with his ex/re-friend, and it's the best thing he could have asked for. He doesn't know how he could have been going this long without his Kacchan with him, inside of him. He sure as hell won't let him go again. "Fuck me, Kacchan, make up for the time we missed together."
He didn't have to tell him twice. Katsuki pulled out with the tip of his dick still inside before slamming his cock back into his tight hole. Izuku almost screamed at the explosion of sensation from Katsuki's cock hitting his prostate straight on. Izuku's legs locked Katsuki into a vice-like grip, unable to escape the moaning man under him; he wasn't mad about that. Katsuki captured his mouth in a wet kiss of tongue and teeth. Izuku was crying from pleasure now, his voice gasping and whining for more and to be filled to the brim with his fat cock, over and over. The slapping of their skin was so loud in their ears, it turned them on even more that they could produce such a sound. Izuku's fingers scratched down Katsuki's back as Katsuki drank in his never-ending moans. Katsuki moaned and fondled Izuku's plump ass as he pounded into him. God, how he missed out on him.
"K-Kacchan, I'm so c-close. Please come in me," Izuku whispered into his shoulder as he was clenching around Katsuki's dick tighter. Katsuki was almost there, too, but he wanted Izuku to come first. He held Izuku even closer to him as he went faster and harder than before. Izuku;s eyes were rolling back as he let the orgasm take him. He dug his nails into Katsuki's back as he came hard on his cock, keening, crying, cum squirting on his and Katsuki's stomaches. The tightness of Izuku's ass milked Katsuki dry; he growled into Izuku's neck, cumming deep inside of that hot, wet hole. It took them a moment to come down from their post-orgasm highs, settling into the sweaty, comforting embrace of each other.
Katsuki slowly pulled out as Izuku groaned, from a little discomfort and the emptiness. Katsuki grabbed some tissues and a towel to help wipe himself and Izuku off. Izuku gazed at Katsuki, a hazy look in his eyes, but there was something else there, too.
"Kacchan," he spoke shyly, touching his hand again before looking into his eyes, "mind if I stay over? I-it's pretty late, a-and I don't want to wake my roommate, and maybe w-we could talk things over—" he was interrupted by Katsuki's lips on his, sweet and soft, helping Izuku slow down.
"Of course, you can stay, and I want to talk, too." They talked through a chunk of the evening, expressing how their feelings had changed into something more. Thank god it was mutual. They decided to start dating before being too tired to continue, cuddling until the sunrise. When they awake, they had to pinch each other to make sure it wasn't just a dream. Thank god it wasn't.