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Katsuki and Izuku were currently in a dilemma.
It’s a classic tale. Getting trapped within a villain’s prism room, and forced to remain until they comply with their demands. The only problem is that the two pro heroes had nothing to go off of. Instead, merely seeing white walls everywhere their trained eyes darted.
Katsuki’s own masked gaze had become more furrowed with each passing minute. Not that he could determine that. And just the thought of not knowing had made him rather irritable. Something that Izuku—on the other hand—is well accustomed to, and yet, not exactly always prepared for.
"… Kaccha—"
"This is bullshit! Fucking bullshit!"
Izuku winces from each thud echoing from Katsuki’s combat boot striking into one of the walls. No skid marks. No dents. He determined their encasement from a mile away.
So instead, he plops down into a crossed, seated position. He folds his arms with a narrowing expression of contemplation. Thank goodness for his knack when it came to ignoring the background noises of Katsuki’s temper tantrums. However… onto the more pressing matter…
How are they going to get out?
They could simply wait for the villain to be apprehended. The problem is that it was only him and Katsuki that were within the closest vicinity, during a coincidental patrol run-in. On Valentine’s Day. Everything just sounded so typical.
Except Izuku could feel himself growing just as impatient as Katsuki. Perhaps even more. After all, Valentine’s Day was too perfect of a date for many alphas and even omegas to court potential partners. Each passing holiday, Izuku would skimp out and simply drown himself in work to avoid the growing pressure of courting Katsuki. THE Bakugo Katsuki. THE Dynamight, who was on par with how much he also threw himself into missions.
But today, things were different. At least, it was going to be, until they wound up getting trapped. Now here they are, gradually losing their minds together. Seems pretty fitting, considering how unorthodox the duo's dynamic has been.
"Get us the fuck out of here! Come on! Weak shit! Can’t win a fair fucking fight, so you cheat with your stupid ass-!"
"Kacchan."
"What, Deku!?"
Paying no mind to the snappy response, Izuku lowered the hand that had been cupped over his chin. "Can you think of any conditions they might have wanted us to fulfill? To escape, I mean."
"Breaking the damn place apart."
"Something less obvious."
"I’m not praising them for shit."
"Less obvious."
"What are you trying to get at?" Katsuki hissed after a noticeable breath, finally turning to fully glare at the other, who was still seated. The sight was so damn annoying, only because it was predictable. "They said it themselves. The ‘key’ to escaping was some bullshit 'endurance' test. And I’m not about to sit here for hours on end."
"I get it. I really do. But, I don’t think their ‘test’ would've been for us to just sit around. Don’t you agree?" Izuku returns to cupping his chin, darker brows furrowing further. "It doesn’t seem like their quirk can summon enemies of any sort. If they’re able to manifest a zone that traps us, people would’ve seen by now. Right?"
"Yeah, some kind of hallucination quirk. Figured as much, considering three other heroes were also patrolling in neighboring districts," Katsuki taps a foot impatiently, before taking another breath. It was much heavier than the last. "I know all of that. You think I haven’t considered all of our options?"
"It’s more that I want us to figure out other options that don't involve kicking walls down," Izuku utters with a sweat. "I hate to say it, but we might have to play the waiting game for a bit. If they can summon this, then there might be something else they have yet to show us."
"Well they need to hurry the hell up," Katsuki exhales deeply. Another shallow breath is made, and Izuku’s eyes snap up. Deep emeralds closely observe the omega, which prompts Katsuki to give his usual uneasy glare from being stared at by unblinking eyes.
"What now? Quit staring like that."
"Are you… alright?"
Both men are quiet, save for Katsuki’s more shallow breaths. It had just dawned on the blond that he was even on the verge of panting. He slowly palms over his own chest. His heart is picking up… at an unusual pace.
"… ’S fine. Just annoyed that we’re… trapped here," Katsuki breathes out once more. What the hell…? It’s hot. It’s hot, and it’s damned uncomfortable.
"Sure, but… you never get this way. Unless—"
Just as Izuku says this, he flinches from Katsuki stumbling over his own step. Both men looked just as shocked as the other, but of course the stubborn omega was quick to fix his posture.
"As I was saying. I’m fine."
"Something’s definitely wrong," Izuku huffs as he hurriedly pushes to stand. "This… might be related to the villain’s quirk. I knew it couldn’t have been that simple."
"Hah? So why aren’t you feeling any type of way?" Katsuki challenges through an observing sneer. "You saying that they chose to mess with me, specifically?"
"You were the one yelling taunts at them," Izuku adds, more so as a mutter.
"That doesn’t—"
Katsuki could feel his body growing heavy. And it was at this moment that Izuku had become attuned to his senses. The effect of OFA usually causes a dense curtain of his own scent in a passive attempt to block out most scents from a close distance. So while Izuku is used to being oblivious to those in heat, this time was different. Katsuki’s scent wasn’t anything heat-related, but it was somehow becoming just as intense. Enough that it was penetrating through that metaphorical curtain.
And right into Izuku’s nose.
A gloved hand claps over his own face, and Izuku chokes in a breath. Holy shit.
"Y-You’re… Something’s… different," he whispers, disturbed by how nearly disorienting the scent was. "Some kind of faux heat…? Wait, Kacchan—"
Kacchan was right in front of him.
"Shi—!" Izuku nearly jumps out of his skin. A rather funny feat, considering he’s usually the one that freaks Katsuki out. However, Katsuki wasn’t looking so hot, jests aside. "I really don’t think you’re fine!"
"Shut up… already… Fuck sake…"
Izuku swallows thickly as the blond leaned in further. Naturally, he flinches back a bit. His heart is pounding from the hazy glare he’s being given. It shouldn’t be hot. This is a disaster!
"You’re… clearly not well… Kacchan, you need to step back," Izuku utters behind his hand, looking utterly stressed as he looks anywhere but at his childhood friend. What’s with that intense look…!?
"Look, I don’t like this anymore than you do. But… Fuck…"
Izuku’s expression slowly grows more bewildered.
"What are you…?" He slowly trails off. Surely Katsuki wouldn’t… suggest that. That would be too... For someone as incredible as his best friend to actually like him enough to see him as the solution. The same omega that could practically crush every alpha in his path. That a weird alpha like him has been attracted to for so long.
"If you fucking hate it so much—"
"No!"
Both of them had jerked from Izuku’s outburst, albeit Izuku was more flustered between the two. Way to sound so damn eager.
"I-I… Kacchan, I just- Ugh. I just wanted to do this properly, I—"
"Hah? Do what?" Katsuki’s brows furrow, growing more flushed by the second. Dammit all.
Courting is the right answer, but somehow admitting to that seemed a lot more dangerous than the more perverted implication of their current predicament. Izuku opts to choke over his own response, leading to Katsuki leaning. Izuku attempts to take a step back, only to fucking trip on air and drop right down on his ass.
"I-Is this really—!?" Izuku’s voice wavers as he swears bullets from the omega kneeling before him. He would have preferred to just shut the topic down and move on for Katsuki’s sake. Instead, he is being advanced upon with very demanding red orbs glaring him down.
"Kacchan, you’re not feeling—" Izuku pauses, choking up in his response from the next inhale that is made within his nape. He has to lean back more from the piercing glare he was receiving, with gloved hands shooting up. "You’ve gotta snap out of it—"
Before Izuku could attempt another verbal warning, despite his grip quivering over Katsuki’s biceps, he jolts from a hand firmly planting atop his knee. Along with Katsuki leaning in once more.
"Kacchan—"
Izuku’s voiced resistance becomes muffled. His heart hammers when soft lips press harshly against his own. He’s kissing Katsuki. Him, of all people. A dream come true… despite the circumstances.
"Mm… Hmm…" Izuku subtly notices how he has to take the lead. He figured Katsuki would have pinned him down by now and tongue his mouth, but instead, he could feel hesitant lips slowly beckoning for him to guide the way. As if it were Katsuki’s first time, an attempt to feel things out. But that can’t be, considering how eager he was to lock lips with him… right?
Regardless, Izuku finally gives in and brings a hand up to pull Katsuki in. He ignores the surprised gasp to press his lips harder against the omega’s, whilst adjusting him upon his lap. If he was going to get pressured into a heated make out, the last thing he had better encounter is any resistance from Katsuki’s end. Especially now that they are far off the deep end.
Goosebumps arose from the hero’s arms wrapping around his shoulders. Their lips are now open for their tongues to meet, Katsuki’s being the one to dive in more with gradual confidence. Of all the best experiences he’s had at hero conventions, simply making out with Katsuki has to be the very best that tops it all. And it is not just because he has been silently clinging to the other before they could even tell time.
Soon enough, their kiss breaks apart with shallow pants blown between wet, reddened lips. It was at this point that Izuku knew where they were headed. And he was no longer in the mindset to treat the faux heat with caution. Not when he could feel just how damp Katsuki was from the kiss alone, combined with whatever affect the villain had placed upon Katsuki.
"Are you sure?" Izuku asks quietly.
"Do you need to be told twice?"
Izuku gives a heavy sigh.
How they landed in this predicament is far from what he’d have anticipated as a Valentine’s treat. What was supposed to be a sweet moment of courtship turned into… Katsuki on all fours. Right in front of Izuku’s kneeling figure. He was sweating. He was burning from all over, with anticipation knocking into his gut. He knew it was far from a rut, yet somehow the faux heat managed to affect him this much.
The crotch of his uniform was undone for his erection to be slipped out. Wet and already coated with slick from the shallow rubs he’s given. Izuku’s heart thumped, and his lips would clamp from every gasp and shiver Katsuki gave. Dynamight. On his knees for him.
"Is this really okay…?" Izuku whispers in a strained voice, before shifting intentionally.
"Auh—" His shocked gasp answers Izuku, after the blond lightly nudged the tip inside of him. Shallowly teasing right against his quaking hole, for who knows how long. Slick continues to ooze, almost as if it were beckoning him to slip inside even further.
"Sorry," Izuku apologizes, lightly stroking over Katsuki’s back. "I just… won’t be able to prepare you properly…"
An irate huff is Katsuki’s reply, yet the huffiness doesn’t remain for long as Izuku slowly pulls the tip out. Already, it was doused in slick with strings stretching out between intimate flesh. Izuku’s heart thumped in anticipation from the gaping hole squeezing down over nothing.
"God, I’m so sorry if this ends being the only way to get out of here…" Izuku leans over Katsuki’s trembling form to peck behind his ear. A soft sigh tremors out of the male. "I’ll… try to be quick. Just this once, okay?"
"Just... get on with it," is Katsuki’s growled remark.
Smiling weakly to the usual grouchiness—considering Katsuki’s condition—Izuku leans back up, gripping at Katsuki’s waist. His tip presses once again into Katsuki’s hole and feels the omega pushing back lightly. He knew Katsuki was secretly craving him just as much, seeming so convinced and eager in his own harsh way.
"I’ll be gentle," Izuku states, before pushing to slip in gradually with ease. There were moments where he had to stifle himself upon quaking walls trembling all around his cock. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is already overwhelming beyond means.
"Ah!!" Katsuki breathes sharply, before immediately choking over his own breath. The sensation of getting filled was nothing he’s ever experienced. Fingers were useless. Toys would barely cut it. To think it took Izuku’s damn cock to truly make him feel this full.
Damn it all.
Izuku swallows as he begins a moderate series of thrusts. His eyes shut and he breathes out slowly, loving the heated sensation wetly absorbing his cock. There were a few times when his desire grew unchecked, resulting in harder slams against Katsuki at random points. But he was sure to keep himself steady as much as possible.
Not that it was of any use to Katsuki. Already, the blond was wincing amidst a clenched jaw from the random bouts of harshness. But he loved it. To think the damn nerd was even capable of being so reckless with his own pleasure. To think that his mind was crazy enough to speedrun his own damn confession. It wasn't supposed to be like this, on Valentine's Day no less.
"Ngh... Kacchan… hah...~ You feel amazing..." Izuku couldn’t help his praise. He probably looked more undone than the omega, who was left flushed with his mouth agape, being pushed forward from each quickening pound. The one who was actually affected by the faux heat.
"Huah... Izuku... ngh!"
The movements pick up almost sloppily, with Katsuki internally adoring the slow burn of heat settling into his gut. And having already lost himself, his hips roll right back. Followed by a more vocal moan upon Izuku switching to elongated, deeper thrusts. Hearing all of the whispered praises and pleased sighs from Izuku had him tightening around even further.
"I-Izu~ Fuck! Wait… uhn~!" Katsuki pants and moans a bit quicker as the movements pick up, the slower thrusts no longer sufficing him. A flushed smile grows on Izuku’s end. As drunk as he was on the many different sides of Katsuki he was currently being blessed with, this wasn’t exactly the time to drag things out. Hence the increase of his pace, further
A few more hard thrusts, and Izuku tightly grips Katsuki’s reddened waist in a wave of euphoria. A force of heat bursts within the trembling omega, coating over walls and in between. Red eyes roll up as Katsuki attempts to bury himself into the ground from the overwhelming heat. Through uncontrollable grinds and cries, his orgasm had reached him no later. Hot cum splatters upon the ground, with his cock wagging uselessly.
"H-Hah… hah…" Izuku feels himself leaking more from Katsuki’s orgasm, which had trembling walls squeezing haphazardly over his finished cock. He gazes down dazedly at the fucked out expression Katsuki had, who looked so completely out of it. Orgasmic shudders continue as Izuku lowers slightly, letting out deeper breaths to get ahold of himself. But just as his soon eyes had shut, they were swift to open upon the change of lighting.
Or rather…
"K-Kacchan… look…"
The good news is that the prism ceiling and walls were finally dissolving away, albeit without the villain being in sight. And to add onto the even more unfortunate news, it’s that the two of them were now conveniently seated in the alleyway. Looking like a ravaged mess that could very thinly be excused with villain-chasing.
Izuku is careful to pull out and attempt at fixing themselves back up. He couldn’t even tell if Katsuki had heard him or not with how dazed he appeared, but goodness was the sight of the blond lying weakly not doing good for his alpha right now. So much for an innocent courtship—
"I’ll get a hold of the office. Euh, ahh… the villain- They got away. We need to report their quirk- But- we also- you also- what do I do about the mess—"
"Izuku."
Izuku quickly shuts up.
"Y… Yeah…?" He utters, wondering if the other had sobered up enough to regret what just occurred. Or worst yet, decide on breaking any limbs.
"… My place. It’s closer…"
Izuku’s lips part, then shut. There’s… so much to question. So much to address. Katsuki had the right idea, however. A better setting would be ideal. On the other hand, to be treated with this much patience and vulnerability was…
His heart skips.
"Sure thing."
Perhaps it wouldn’t be too late to do things the proper way. Sure, it’ll be after they just… got intimate. But as Izuku lifted Katsuki into his arms, that clarity would settle in further as the fellow pro hero pressed into him. Got comfortable. Kacchan would damn well send any other alpha flying. Which means…
"What’s with that dorky ass grin on your face…?" Katsuki hoarsely sneered, and Izuku clears his throat as he forces himself to look away from the flushed squint he received. Katsuki really is that obvious with his own feelings, after all…
"Euh, ah, nothing."
Thank goodness he didn’t skip out on this Valentine’s Day.