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“AND THE WINNER IS…”
Katsuki knew this was his— it had to be. The tension in the air was suffocating and if he had a less level head under stress, he probably would have fainted from forgetting to breathe. He was standing on stage, an audience in front of him and his dance crew behind him. This was the first year in his ten years of competitions that Katsuki competed in a mixed tournament— Ballet, Ballroom, Tap, Hip Hop, and Jazz all competed against one another.
Katsuki’s crew, EMGD, fell under Hip Hop but the blond didn’t like titles because he insisted on incorporating different styles into their dances. Katsuki was the lead, Katsuki was the choreographer, and Katsuki was the boss. Kaminari and Kirishima often made suggestions that were shot down because the two were complete idiots who didn’t have a creative bone in their body.
But fuck, those two could dance.
Ashido and Sero knew better than to combat anything Katsuki said and listened to instructions better than anyone Katsuki knew.
Katsuki never fuckin’ lost, okay?
And then, two years ago, his childhood friend, Deku, was suddenly entering the contests that Katsuki and his crew didn’t have time for— EMGD were dancing for the real competitions, not just some measly 10,000 Yen. Oh no. Katsuki was too good for that.
But this childhood friend of his was growing popular in the smaller competitions and the blond had to admit, the kid was decent.
And yeah, so what if he watched a few YouTube videos of the idiot performing—He just wanted to see what his competition was like. Especially, as they announced they were competing in this competition. Katsuki watched the nerd’s performance— His group, Plus Ultra, was more sexual than high energy, in Katsuki’s opinion. Deku as the lead didn’t seem to really… lead. He didn’t need to because as a group, they moved well together. His position in the center of the five people felt much less symbolic about his leading position and seemed more for aesthetic reasons, than anything.
Katsuki didn’t run his group like that.
And maybe that’s why he lost.
“PLUS ULTRA!”
The announcer, Present Mic, was a well known, high energy, presenter in the dance community. He was tall and thin and commanded a presence even without the microphone in his hand. He had worked in the community long before Katsuki joined and held an impossibly high regard with the community and judges—
That didn’t stop the loud, “WHAT?” from Katsuki or the barrage of insults that the blond threw at the announcer.
Katsuki Bakugou didn’t fucking lose.
Katsuki wasn’t a goddamn loser.
Katsuki repeated this over and over even as he stalked off stage in the middle of the award ceremony. His team watched him go with questionable gazes and furrowed brows but nobody followed him— It was rude to walk off stage and reflected badly on the group as a whole but Katsuki only saw red.
There was no way that nerd, Deku, was better than him.
[ x ]
“Yo, Bakubro, we did good—”
“Yeah, man, we got second!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki growled.
Katsuki was holed up in their dressing room when his group returned. The blond could tell they were anxious— Bouncing on the balls of their feet, unable to stand still, and Kirishima kept shifting the second place trophy back and forth between his hands. They knew better than to press him and yet, here they were, crowding around Katsuki’s sitting form.
“Dude, we did good ,” Kirishima repeated, “You’re letting that guy get to you—”
“Hey!” Katsuki barked, “Ain’t nobody getting to me, aight?”
The blond scoffed and crossed his arms, leaning his head back on the couch as he shut his eyes. He could feel his team watching him, could feel the expectation from them lingering as they all questioned what to do next. To them, it was a victory. Five million yen was nothing to scoff at but it wasn’t the ten million that the first place received.
To Katsuki, it was a slap in the face.
“We’re gonna go out for drinks to celebrate, Bakugou,” Mina said from behind the boys, “You should join us! You’re our captain.”
“Why the fuck would I celebrate losing , you morons?”
“Told you it wasn’t worth asking,” Kaminari muttered and Katsuki opened one eye to shoot him a glare before returning to his resting state.
“We’ll be at V.I.P if you wanna join us, Kat,” someone said but Katsuki growled in response.
“Just go,” Katsuki insisted.
The group exchanged glances before obeying, leaving the blond to his own devices (definitely not moping). Even after they closed the door of his dressing room, he could hear their excited chatter as they descended down the hallway.
The idea of changing occured to the blond once they left considering he was still in his dance clothes. He pulled at the tight collar of his turtleneck tank and pulled the clothing over his head in one fell swoop. He tossed the article towards his bag in the corner and stood to begin packing his things.
The knock at the door pulled his attention.
The visitor could either be the tournament committee coming to yell at him or his dance mates returning to beg him to go drink with them.
Either way, Katsuki wasn’t interested.
“Fuck off!” Katsuki called.
Another knock.
“I said fuck off ,” Katsuki repeated and lightly shook his head because, really, who doesn’t take the hint?
Another knock.
Katsuki was basically growling under his breath by the time he stomped over to the door and threw it open.
The door handle bounced off the wall and ricocheted back against Katsuki’s side as Katsuki’s angry gaze fell on the green haired dancer who put him in this mood.
“H-Hey, Kacchan,” Deku mumbled.
The blond could see the kid was nervous— okay, he wasn’t a kid any more than Katsuki was but Deku was a few inches shorter than Katsuki and had this freckled baby face that Katsuki wanted to punch or kiss… He wasn’t sure which. Deku was still dressed in his dance clothes; A v-neck black shirt with a leather jacket and loose pants that had an impossible amount of pockets. Katsuki scowled at him but Deku didn’t notice because his gaze was ghosting over Katsuki’s exposed chest.
“What?” The blond hissed.
Deku jumped.
“I-I just came by to say I really enjoyed watching you dance— Your team , I mean. I enjoyed watching your team dance… With… You… Obviously. I actually messed up on my stag leap but I guess the judges didn’t see it. You guys were perfect— And your footwork was—”
“I fuckin’ lost. I obviously wasn’t fuckin’ perfect,” Katsuki snapped.
Deku rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously and Katsuki saw him shuffle under the blond’s intense gaze.
“Second place isn’t losing, Kacchan,” Deku said quietly.
“Deku!”
Katsuki had opened his mouth to retort but holy shit a brunette girl was running down the hall and shouting the nickname that Katsuki had come up with when they were kids and to say he saw red would be an understatement. Deku looked towards the girl, grinned, and waved her over. Katsuki distantly recognized her as one of Deku’s dancers and as she swung an arm over Deku’s shoulder, the blond began to close the door.
“Wait!” She said, excitedly, “Is this Kacchan?”
“The name’s Katsuki Bakugou,” Katsuki barked, “And I’m finished with this—”
“Deku’s told me all about you!”
Katsuki froze with the door half closed and took a glance at Deku who was such a deep color of red his freckles had vanished. Katsuki could visibly see Deku elbowing the girl and muttering something and the blond smirked in response.
“Oh, did he? The nerd is a fan, eh?” Katsuki asked.
“I’m pretty sure Deku is in love with you,” she said with a wave of her hand, “Every one of our practices, we would watch your dances and he would point things out and explain how each step worked.”
“Ochaco,” Deku groaned and his gaze dropped to his feet.
“We were just about to hit up a nearby club if you wanted to join?” she offered to the blond.
“P-Please don’t put him on the spot like this, Ochaco!”
“Okay, how about this— The place is V.I.P. If you wanna come, you can show up. If not, Deku will just be waiting around all night,” she laughed and ruffled Deku’s hair, “We’re about to get going, Deku. Meet you outside?”
“Please leave,” Deku muttered and she just giggled and skipped away.
The silence between them lasted a beat. Deku’s face remained a solid pink and his eyes looked everywhere but Katsuki.
“So, you’re in love with me, eh?” Katsuki snickered.
“I-I’m gonna go join them but, uh, you should come… to the club, I mean.”
“And what would happen if I did, Deku?” Katsuki asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Deku swallowed, “You’ll just have to come and see, won’t you?”
[ x ]
So yeah, Katsuki showed up, alright?
True, he hadn’t seen this guy in years but Deku was interesting, to say the least, and that was enough to compel Katsuki to meet his team at the club once he had packed his belongings and changed into something that wasn’t a crop top. His current clothing reflected something much more relaxed than his dance mates but everyone knew better than to comment on his tank top and jeans.
“Yo, Bakubro!” Kirishima called and Katsuki could tell the red head was already tipsy.
“Someone get me a shot, dammit,” Katsuki muttered as he approached the table and Kaminari went off towards the bar.
Pinky and Soy Sauce Face were gone— probably dancing, if Katsuki had to guess—leaving him with Kirishima. Katsuki took a seat at the raised table and grimaced when his hand stuck to the top.
A shitty club with a shitty bar and shitty cleaning practices. Great.
Kaminari appeared a moment later with a shot for each of them and a beer for Katsuki— and so Katsuki drank.
[ x ]
It took a lot to get Katsuki drunk but with nothing to do besides drink and wait around until he saw a fleeting glance of green hair, he found himself six drinks and three shots in. Kirishima was off kissing a group of people (the blond was anything but surprised) and Kaminari left to dance with the rest of the group leaving Katsuki to sit at the table to nurse his drinks and definitely not mope.
Katsuki didn’t fuckin’ mope.
Katsuki saw a flash of green from the dance floor and slid from his stool so quickly he almost lost his balance. Even from across the room, the blond could see Deku with his arms above his head and his hips swaying. The dance floor was packed and people were shoved next to and against one another with no care as they danced to the flashing lights and loud, high energy music. When Katsuki got closer, he could see Ochaco standing an arms length away from him but she was too busy to notice Katsuki approach Deku from behind as a tall lanky brunette male began to kiss her.
Katsuki’s hands found Deku’s hips first and he pressed himself against Deku’s back, his already half hard erection grinding into Deku’s ass. Deku fell into the role perfectly, one hand reaching back to latch around Katsuki’s neck while the other held Katsuki against him by the waist. Katsuki pressed his nose into Deku’s neck first and licked a bead of sweat from behind the shorter male’s ear and underneath the music, he heard Deku groan.
“How long have you been hiding from me, Deku?” Katsuki growled into the man’s ear.
“All my life,” Katsuki thinks he heard just under the music.
Deku twisted his neck and Katsuki met him in an earth shattering, mind blowing kiss. Katsuki didn’t kiss just anyone so the fact that he was kissing someone who was virtually a stranger to him made the experience all the more interesting. Lips moved against lips and Katsuki was first to lick into Deku’s mouth. The kiss grew almost violent as they swayed on the dance floor— Katsuki was biting at Deku’s lip and licking away any drops of blood that he caused (Look, he was drunk okay, he never would have been that reckless, otherwise) and his tongue swept over each of Deku’s teeth at one point or another.
Deku was so easily led and moldable that Katsuki couldn’t help pressing for more and more . His fingers dug into Deku’s hips when Katsuki ground his (now full) erection between Deku’s cheeks— Deku simply ground his fully clothed ass back. When Katsuki’s fingers began to dip under the leather trousers around Deku’s hips, Deku just fell into the touch. When Katsuki kissed and sucked and bit, Deku just took it and holy shit if that wasn’t the hottest thing Katsuki had ever experienced.
And then Katsuki spun him around and holy shit .
Deku’s freckled cheeks were pink and his green eyes glazed even as they met Katsuki’s.
“You gonna fuck me, Kacchan?”
And holy shit .
“You gonna beg me, Deku?”
The music was deafening but the pounding of Katsuki’s heartbeat in his ear was infinitely more distracting. Deku looked at Katsuki like the blond was God himself and that feeling was one that Katsuki wanted to get used to. They were pressed into one another, strangers pressed more innocently into their backs and sides, and Katsuki couldn’t help but pull the man tighter against him.
“Yes,” Deku breathed, “Please, Katsuki.”
Katsuki isn’t ashamed to admit that’s all it took for him to give one final kiss before grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him from the dance floor. Katsuki made a beeline to the bathrooms with Deku in tow. Passively, he shoved someone when he crossed the threshold and didn’t question when he swore he saw Kirishima half naked, kissing a man and woman in the corner of the bathroom.
Instead, he shoved Deku into a stall and locked it behind him because nobody was going to see this besides him.
Katsuki pulled Deku in for a kiss and, without warning, Deku was pushing Katsuki against the stall door. The blond let him and busied himself with unbuttoning Deku’s pants. Katsuki’s hand was in Deku’s pants within seconds and Deku hissed into the kiss as Katsuki loosely gripped the silky skin of his erection. Rolling his hips into Katsuki’s grasp, Deku gave a soft groan and he broke from the kiss to curse under his breath.
“I didn’t think you remembered my name, Nerd,” Katsuki muttered breathily and Deku’s blunt nails dug into his shoulder.
“I never forgot you, Kacchan,” Deku said and he was twirled around with his back pressed into the stall door.
“Good,” Katsuki purred.
Deku reconnected their lips but only while he shoved his pants from his hips (Katsuki passively noticed the lack of underwear but his mind was too busy breaking to tease the man). Deku kicked the clothing aside and was working Katsuki’s jeans open and down to his mid thigh. Katsuki could do little but watch as Deku wrapped his hand around him and loosely gave him several pumps with an aroused grin.
Each pass of Deku’s dry palm had Katsuki hissing and grinding his hips for more. Instead, Deku just gave him a fleeting press of his lips before twisting in Katsuki’s grip. Katsuki’s mouth went dry when Deku pressed his chest into the stall door and presented himself to the blond and, finally, Katsuki saw it.
A forest green plug was pressed into Deku’s entrance.
Katsuki cursed and his fingers were immediately on it. The surrounding area was wet from the mess Deku had made with the lube. The blond pressed against the toy— a soft squelch could be heard and Deku gave a whine. Katsuki did this several times, grinding the toy in circles just to listen to the panting and cursing coming from Deku.
And Deku, his hands clutched at the lip of the stall frame as he twisted his neck back in an attempt to see Katsuki’s actions.
Katsuki gripped the base of the toy and twisted it from Deku’s entrance leaving behind a gaping emptiness that Katsuki yearned to fill. Katsuki’s fingers immediately pressed in. The blond curled his fingers and rubbed into the loose space and when he removed them, his index and middle fingers were covered in lube.
Fuck, Deku was something else.
Katsuki didn’t waste any more time. He spit into his palm and coated his erection before lining himself up. Katsuki considered the lack of condom but with the taste of blood on his tongue, he realized he was in far too deep.
And then he was pressing into that tight heat Deku was presenting him and he about came right on the spot.
Deku’s body was swallowing him so beautifully, he couldn’t help but press a finger to Deku’s stretched entrance. The taut skin twitched under Katsuki’s touch and fuck all he wanted to do was eat Deku out until streams of tears were falling from those green eyes.
Next time. Absolutely next time.
Katsuki bottomed out and arched against Deku’s back to press biting kisses to his neck. Deku was squirming underneath him and Katsuki held him hard by the hips— Distantly, Katsuki hoped his fingers would leave bruises on the freckled skin of his waist. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Katsuki wanted to kiss at those bruises that he left and make it so nobody else ever got to see this side of Deku again.
With Deku holding on to the top of the stall door, Katsuki could make out the subtle muscles in Deku’s shoulders and back through the tight cloth of Deku’s shirt. He brought a hand to trace the forms shaped on his upper back and Dekus shivered.
“S-Stop teasing, Kacchan,” Deku muttered.
Katsuki pressed himself hard into Deku until his hip bones dug into the soft fat of Deku’s ass and rolled his hips. He ground his cock deep in Deku and Deku threw his head back and cried. Someone distantly in the bathroom cheered and Katsuki suddenly felt angry that others could hear Deku’s divine sounds.
“You’re mine, now, you got that, Deku?” Katsuki hissed against Deku’s ear and his hand gripped loosely at the front of Deku’s throat. Deku nodded fiercely in Katsuki’s grip. “All these other extras ain’t shit. You’re mine ,” Katsuki pulled back and thrust hard into Deku to punctuate the words. Soft cries escaped those swollen lips in high pitched “ Ah ah ah ” with each impale and Katsuki, finally, set a harsh rhythm.
“I-It’s only ever— Ahh — been you, Kacchan. O-Only y-you,” Deku moaned.
Deku lost his grip on the top of the stall and his palms pressed hard into the wall instead, his fingers clawing desperately at the plastic. Katsuki didn’t stop— didn’t let up even as Deku’s throat became raw from moaning or when he hit Deku’s prostate so precisely that Deku let out an honest to god scream and had the other bathroom attendees shouting passive encouragements outside the stall.
“ Kacchaaan ,” Deku moaned, “Th-this is so embarrassing.”
“Hey,” Katsuki said, “No, it’s just you and me. You are mine . Ignore those shitty extras. I want you to come for me, Deku, can you do that?”
Deku nodded vigorously, his messy curls bobbing on top of his head, before he reached between his legs and began to pump away at his heavy leaking cock. Katsuki had to shake the desire to grab his hand and make him come on his dick because that just wasn’t happening in the bathroom stall of some dumpy club.
Next time. Next time.
He could feel that familiar build up in the pit of his stomach and the tightness that came with it. Katsuki’s hand latched onto Deku’s shoulder and held him in place as he realized his thrusts were becoming erratic and he was chasing his pleasure.
“F-Fuck, Deku, I’m gonna come,” Katsuki mumbled and Deku heard him, he had to have, because Deku gave a high pitched moan in response.
Katsuki needed a push. He was teetering on the edge, so dangerously close to falling over. His teeth were grit and his eyes screwed shut tight. His fingers were digging into Deku’s skin, one on his hip and the other at his shoulder, and his mind could only think Deku Deku Deku .
“ K-Katsuki ,” Deku breathed out as he tipped over the edge.
Katsuki could only follow as Deku’s insides spasmed and tightened around Katsuki’s dick and milked him dry with the words, “ Fuck yes, ‘Zuku ,” falling from Katsuki’s lips as he came.
The blond was on such a pleasant high that the sheer messiness of it all didn’t even annoy him. Deku came all over the stall door and Katsuki came in Deku— both equally unpleasant messes. Deku groaned when Katsuki pulled out but remained in his bent over position as Katsuki grabbed a wad of toilet paper to clean up around Deku’s entrance as best as he could.
It was the least he could do.
Deku was quiet besides that but when Katsuki managed a glance at his fellow dancer he could see the light pink tint on his cheeks and the ghost of a smile. When he was clean, Deku straightened but held his lower back as he twisted and stretched.
Katsuki smirked.
“You remembered my name,” Deku muttered after he managed to wipe down the door and pull his pants over his hips.
“Of course I did, Nerd,” Katsuki shrugged and pulled Deku by the collar to kiss him again. Deku went willingly, “What’re you doin’ tomorrow morning?” Katsuki asked after they parted.
Deku hummed, “You?”
Katsuki grinned.