The Next Room [NSFW]

“You know, I’ve never tried any of those apps,” Izuku admitted, smiling sheepishly when the group gasped at him for it. “I thought about it once, to just find some hook-ups and have some fun, experiment and all that, you know? But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, it was so daunting!”

“Midoriya, please.” Denki said sagely, placing a hand on Izuku’s shoulder in some kind of attempt at providing comfort. “You are literally the hottest piece of ass in this city right now, any dude would be lucky to match with you.”

“Even I’ve stared at your ass for way too long in that hero costume,” Ochako added. “I don’t even like dude-ass but I sure as hell keep looking.”

“Oh shut up!” Izuku blushed, slamming his hands over his face to try to hide it a little. “Don’t say things like that, you guys are so embarrassing!”

The group chuckled around him, and Izuku fumbled for a bottle with one hand, the other one carefully shielding his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the way they all laughed at him. He took a long swig straight from the bottle, immediately regretting it, but forced himself to hold back the complaints that wanted to come out.

“We should make you an account,” Mina suggested, making Izuku splutter. “You can always turn people down if you’re not feeling it, but you should at least give yourself the chance!”

Before Izuku could find the words to shut them down, the group was gathering around Mina’s phone, scrolling through endless photos of him to pick some out for the profile he was apparently about to possess. They ignored his whines in favour of debating the merits of anonymity – whether posting pictures of him in his half-destroyed costume was a good idea for ‘sex appeal’ or whether it was just asking for stalkers to come his way. Izuku voted for the latter, not that they seemed to care what he thought.

“You need a good gym selfie,” Ochako suggested. “Don’t hot dudes always take mirror selfies after they get their pump on or whatever?”

“I’d say jacked dudes, not just hot dudes,” Denki corrected her. “But either way, Midoriya counts.”

“I don’t take gym selfies!” Izuku insisted, face immediately bright red again – he had a feeling it was going to remain that way for a while. “That’s so narcissistic!”

“Nah, it’s hot,” Denki said simply. “You should take one after your next workout, it’s always dead at that time of morning anyway, so you won’t have anyone staring.”

“How do you even know when I go to the gym?” Izuku huffed.

“The rest of us show up reluctantly and exhaustedly while you’re in the showers, and complain about how you make us look bad.”

Izuku pouted, but Denki just grinned back, turning his phone to show to the others.

“What about this one from the group chat?”

“Hell yeah, I’d forgotten about that one!” Mina agreed. “Damn Midoriya and his unintentional thirst traps, it’s so unfair.”

“Don’t you think we should make sure Midoriya is okay with this?” Momo suggested, and Izuku could have kissed her for it, if she didn’t exclusively kiss girls. “It’s his life.”

“Nah,” Ochako and Denki answered in tandem, giggling together happily.

“Thanks for trying,” Izuku said with a sheepish smile. “It’s okay, I can delete it when they leave, if I decide I don’t want it.”

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it,” Denki promised him. “I’ve met the hottest dudes on this thing, you’ll never look back.”

With the pictures apparently chosen, Ochako snatched Izuku’s phone, leaning into Mina’s side as the pair of them began to set him up a profile. Momo shot him a sympathetic smile when Denki shuffled over to join in excitedly, and Shouto offered him an attempt at consolation by patting him awkwardly on the shoulder – Izuku appreciated the effort, at least. It didn’t take them long to upload his pictures and write him a bio, and finally they handed him back his phone, looking way too proud of themselves and their handiwork.

“Thanks, I guess,” he conceded, taking a look at the screen. “You made me sound too good.”

“You are good,” Denki reminded him. “You’re a hot, young piece of hero ass, and the queer world deserves to see it!”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Izuku said, cracking a smile nonetheless.

“Nope, he’s always like this,” Mina told him with a laugh. “He’s our resident Disaster Bi.”

“I thought that was you,” Denki objected. “Anyway, wherever you are you can just pull up the app and look at people nearby, then if you think they’re hot, you can send them a message!”

Izuku sighed, finally surrendering. Sure enough, it was all set up for him, email verified and everything – he probably should’ve been more careful about letting people take his phone – with his profile of way-too-good photos and conceited-looking bio still staring at him from the screen. He hit the icon to go to the main page, eyes widening a little when the nearby profiles showed up. There were eight of them in total, all apparently within a few kilometres of his apartment, but one photo in particular caught his eye immediately – a lazy, uncaring-looking shot of someone’s torso, with pants slung low around his hips, and thick, defined muscles covering every inch of him – his pecs, his abs, his biceps, his forearms, all ridiculously perfect and right there, on show.

“See something you like?” Denki teased.

“Nope, just picking which of these photos I’m gonna delete the moment you guys leave.”

“Don’t you dare!”

He tapped on the profile, looking a little closer at the profile picture. The marker showing him within a hundred metres immediately sealed the deal, and Izuku locked his phone, tucking it into his pocket securely.

“I’ll take a look later, maybe,” Izuku told them, when Ochako pouted at him. “Right now I wanna hang out with you guys!”

“Fine,” she sighed. “You’re gonna be addicted, I promise.”



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When the apartment was finally quiet again, everyone headed home with full stomachs and hangovers, Izuku found himself standing at Katsuki’s door. They’d been sharing an apartment since the moment they finished school, even through a few moves and jobs with new agencies, but Katsuki kept to himself most of the time, especially when Izuku had friends over. He paused for a minute, mentally debating whether or not to just pretend he’d never seen a thing, but finally he caved and knocked on the door, taking a deep breath to brace himself.

“What d’you want?” Katsuki asked.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Katsuki sighed, but his footsteps headed Izuku’s way all the same, opening the door and raising one eyebrow at him, already annoyed.

“I uh, downloaded an app,” Izuku explained awkwardly. “Well, actually, the others downloaded it and made me an account because I said I was interested in trying it out, so they made me an account and set up my profile and stuff, but I digress. It uh, told me someone else had an account, within a hundred metres of me.”

“So?”

“So I don’t need to see your face to recognise a photo of you, Kacchan.”

Katsuki visibly tensed, and Izuku immediately felt guilty.

“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have called you out like that, I just... Well, it’s not like we don’t both know how hot you are, and if I’d known you were into dudes I probably would’ve shot my shot a long time ago, even at risk of making things weird because I feel like we can handle that.”

“Are you hitting on me?”

“I’m certainly trying.”

Katsuki snorted, and Izuku relaxed a little, face softening into a smile as Katsuki stepped aside, waving him in.

“Front door locked?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Come on, then, I could use a good lay.”

Izuku blushed, with how blatantly Katsuki just put it out there, but he also felt blood rushing somewhere else, and he hoped Katsuki wouldn’t notice – or wouldn’t mind if he did.

When the bedroom door closed behind them, Katsuki reached out, taking a handful of Izuku’s shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Izuku hadn’t expected things to get so messy right from the get go, but Katsuki was all open-mouth and tongue, and Izuku hummed into his touch, eyes sinking closed. His hand laced into Izuku’s hair, and Izuku gasped when he pulled lightly, barely biting back a moan.

“You sure you want to do this?” Katsuki asked, when their lips parted for a moment.

“I’m sure.”

His hand deftly found its way through Izuku’s fly, peeling his jeans off in record time, and Izuku slid his hands under Katsuki’s shirt in return, tossing it aside without a care for where it landed. He kicked his jeans aside too, and then Katsuki’s hands were taking his shirt away to match, and Izuku found his fingers trembling as he reached for Katsuki’s waistband.

“It’s fine,” Katsuki assured him, trailing little bites down the side of Izuku’s neck. “Do it.”

Izuku swallowed hard, then nodded, pulling Katsuki’s pants and boxers down in one go and letting him step out of them, his mouth never stopping as it worked its way down Izuku’s chest next.

“I haven’t done this before,” Izuku murmured, when Katsuki dragged him onto the mattress.

“I know.”

“I mean, I’ve been on dates, but...”

“I know. It’s fine.”

“I just don’t really know how to—oh my god, Kacchan.”

Katsuki looked up from between his legs, smirking, and Izuku felt his face burn again, quickly dropping his head onto Katsuki’s pillow to hide it a little.

“Relax,” Katsuki instructed him, his voice full of amusement. “I can handle it.”

“Are you—oh, god, yes, okay.”

“Enough talking,” Katsuki told him firmly, licking his lips and making Izuku whine. “Relax.”

“Y-Yeah, okay.”

Katsuki’s hands roamed his skin as he sucked at Izuku’s cock with vigour, and it was all Izuku could do to keep from bucking up into him and ending the whole thing then and there. He reached for Katsuki, holding onto blond spikes, and Katsuki gave him a warning look for it.

“I won’t,” Izuku said knowingly. “I just... want to hold you.”

Apparently, Katsuki deemed that acceptable, because he sank back down on Izuku’s dick and swallowed hard, watching with those sharp red eyes as Izuku moaned, arching his back, Katsuki’s hand pressing on his hip lightly to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Because of course Katsuki wanted to be in control, he was Katsuki, but that didn’t mean Izuku wasn’t tempted to just fuck him up while he had the chance.

When Katsuki slid off, Izuku wanted to complain, but instead he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. It was probably stupid, Katsuki would probably hate him for it, but he just had to know.

His legs wrapped around Katsuki’s waist, and he twisted, easily switching their positions to press Katsuki into the mattress. He kissed Katsuki roughly, hands caressing every solid ridge of muscle he could reach, and Katsuki let out a long, slow breath, steadying himself. His eyes fluttered open – Izuku hadn’t even noticed them close in the first place – and all the usual annoyance and sternness was gone from them, when Izuku looked. Every narrow-eyed look and furrowed brow was a thing of the past, those ruby eyes giving Izuku nothing but pleasure.

“Lube?” Izuku asked.

Katsuki fumbled one hand around the sheets for a moment, producing a warm bottle from somewhere beside him, and Izuku couldn’t help but grin when he saw it.

“I knew your profile said bottom,” he couldn’t help but tease. “You almost had me fooled, for a minute there.”

“I do both, just depends on my mood,” Katsuki assured him, as if they were just talking about the weather, or their plans for dinner. “And my partner, obviously.”

“You done this with a lot of partners?”

“A few,” Katsuki answered vaguely. “Enough to know what I’m doing.”

“That makes one of us.”

Katsuki snorted, and Izuku couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss him again.

“You need instructions or something?” Katsuki offered. Izuku wasn’t sure if it was meant to be condescending or not, but it felt genuine. “I’m sure you know the basic mechanics, at least.”

“Insert Rod A into Slot B?”

“Shut up, nerd.”

“Yeah, some help would be nice,” Izuku admitted. “I need to stretch you out, first, right?”

“I’m good,” Katsuki answered, face turning a pretty shade of pink. “Normally, yeah, but I’m... I’m good.”

“Okay,” Izuku said, refusing to let himself tease the way he so desperately wanted to. “Condom?”

“You’re a virgin and I’m clean. Up to you.”

“It’s um, cleaner, right?”

“Yeah. But it’s... not as good? It’s still fucking good, but... not as good.”

“So you’d prefer I do it without?”

Katsuki shrugged, and Izuku nodded knowingly, opening up the bottle of lube.

“Okay. Then I’ll, um, start?”

“Yeah.”

He lubed himself up quickly, navigating himself between Katsuki’s legs as he debated the mechanics of it all. Being on his knees felt like the best way to be able to actually move, rather than sitting or something, but that left him so high up, compared to Katsuki’s ass. He’d have to lift Katsuki up a little, to be able to reach, and he wasn’t sure if that was... normal. Or acceptable, he supposed.

When Izuku shuffled forward, Katsuki spread his legs to make space, feet lifting off the bed a little and giving Izuku a little more confidence. He slid in underneath, and Katsuki’s legs wrapped around his waist lightly, helping pull him closer as he swiped some lube across Katsuki’s hole. He lined himself up carefully, and with a last glance to Katsuki’s face to make sure, he began to push himself inside.

“Shit, you’re big,” Katsuki hissed, making Izuku blush again.

“Thanks?” Izuku said awkwardly, pausing for a second before Katsuki shook his head, gesturing with his hand to continue. “You feel really good, so warm and tight.”

“Fuck, don’t say that shit,” Katsuki complained. “Just fuck me, nerd.”

Izuku continued his slow, steady pace until he got as far as he could, realising too late that his hand was caressing Katsuki’s thigh in an attempt at comfort and encouragement, though Katsuki hadn’t told him to fuck off for it yet, at least. He gave them a moment, using every inch of his willpower to keep from moving too quickly, and Katsuki’s legs held onto him tightly, skin smooth against Izuku’s back.

“Do it,” Katsuki demanded, when Izuku waited for apparently a moment too long. “C’mon, put that dick to good use.”

“Okay,” Izuku agreed, drizzling a little more lube on them both. “Hold still for me, Kacchan. Be a good boy.”

Katsuki muttered something incomprehensible, but he still didn’t tell Izuku to fuck off, so Izuku mentally filed it away for later – he was gonna use that one again, that was for damn sure.

Izuku pulled out a little, giving himself just enough space to tilt his hips back, before he thrust back in, a lot harder and quicker this time. The movement against his cock felt addictively good, and he didn’t stop to think or ask questions before he did it again, and again, gasping as he set a steady pace.

“More,” Katsuki demanded, lifting his hips to give Izuku a better angle. “Further.”

It took Izuku a second to understand, but he pulled out further this time, moaning when he thrust back in and felt Katsuki squeeze around him. One more time, he pulled back and thrust forward, and Katsuki grumbled despite the way his hole clenched and his back arched and his feet held tight to Izuku’s back.

“More.”

Izuku blinked at him, but this time he pulled almost all the way out, just leaving himself enough room to not lose his aim. He wrapped his hands around Katsuki’s hips, nails leaving faint marks against his skin, then he pushed forward again, pulling Katsuki down to meet him. Katsuki didn’t complain this time – in fact, he tossed his head back and gasped, hands curling into the sheets, and Izuku could have stared at him for hours if his brain wasn’t screaming at him to fucking do it again right now.

Over and over he repeated the motion, every time somehow feeling better and better, even though he’d thought nothing could have topped the first one. He watched Katsuki’s swollen dick bob as they moved together, lifted his hips even higher and spread his legs even wider, until with one breathy “fuck” Katsuki came all over himself, the fluid spilling on his abs, his legs, the bed beneath them, even splashing on Izuku as he continued to thrust desperately, chasing the moment he knew was right there.

When Katsuki clenched around him, it finally hit him, and he felt himself spill out, inside Katsuki’s hole. He continued thrusting, a little gentler now, pushing it deeper and deeper until he’d gotten it all out, watching it leak out between them as, with a last shallow thrust, he pulled out.

“We should’ve done that years ago,” Izuku said breathlessly, smiling when Katsuki huffed a little laugh. “Fuck you feel good.”

“Should’ve told me you were so big, then,” Katsuki retorted. “Might’ve offered sooner.”

“Sorry,” Izuku said with a smile. “Next time I’ll be sure to tell you all my measurements unprompted. You’re the one who knew I was queer and said nothing.”

“Thought it was pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

“I don’t like to assume!”

Katsuki shook his head slightly, levering himself up on his elbows to see Izuku’s exhausted grin, then glancing down and pulling a face.

“Next time we’re using your bed,” Katsuki grumbled, as he stared at the fluid all over his duvet cover. “You made such a damn mess.”

“Next time?”

“Shut up, nerd.”