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This is where Hitoshi dies, he’s sure of it.
Everything had been going perfectly fine too. His third-year classes were going well, he had made a lot of social progress with his 3-A peers, and he and Midoriya had managed to finally clear up their misunderstanding and become friends. And hallelujah for that. As soon as Midoriya had finally opened up to him, Hitoshi had felt like a complete asshole. He had assumed that his classmate was nothing but a powerfully quirked jerk who had everything handed to him in life. But of course, he was completely and utterly wrong. Midoriya had been quirkless until he was 15 years old. He had experienced worse discrimination than Hitoshi ever had(Midoriya had insisted he not compare traumas but Hitoshi couldn’t help it). He had apologized and they had a very lengthy and meaningful conversation about it, and ended up becoming very close friends pretty fast. And that’s all they were. Friends. So why in the hell was Hitoshi frozen, with a fierce blush on his face as Midoriya looked at him shocked, slowly turning a deep shade of red himself?
They had been practicing in one of their weekly training sessions, with Hitoshi using his capture weapon to fly around the gym acting as moving target practice, with Midoriya trying to leap at him and catch him. Hitoshi occasionally tried to goad Midoriya into falling into his quirk, but he knew that the green-haired boy wouldn’t respond. It was merely out of habit and to maintain quirk use while training. Hitoshi had been doing pretty well at keeping a good distance from Midoriya, but inevitably he was bound to end up caught. Hitoshi had been just barely too slow to maneuver himself around a corner, and Midoriya came crashing into him, hurdling themselves down to the ground. Hitoshi let out a startled breath as his back collided with the training mats underneath him. His vision swam for a moment from the force, before it slowly went back to normal and the pain faded into a dull ache. When he refocused, he narrowed in on the fact that Midoriya had him pinned down, similarly to how he had during their first-year training session between 1-A and 1-B. This time, however, Midoriya had Hitoshi’s hands pinned above his head, and his thighs were straddling Hitoshi’s waist. Midoriya wore a victorious grin, clearly pleased that he had finally taken Hitoshi down.
Hitoshi, on the other hand, was frozen, entirely too focused on the fact that Midoriya had him pinned down and was straddling him . They had sparred plenty of times, and Midoriya had taken him down many times as well. This, however, felt different. Emotionally and physically. Emotionally, because he was in love with Midoriya, but the greenette didn’t need to know that. And physically, because, well…
He felt his face begin to heat as his breath caught in his throat. He could only focus on the feeling of Midoriya's large hands overtaking his own, their hips pressed together, and the fact that Hitoshi couldn’t stop himself from thinking about those hands roaming his body. The feeling of scarred hands running along his face, neck, chest, and thighs. The feeling of those hands pushing his own behind his head, pressing their hips close together. What this position might feel like with fewer clothes as a barrier. Midoriya hovering over him, claiming him as he…
Hitoshi refocused quickly as Midoriya breathed sharply, tensing up. Hitoshis eyes shot to his face, where he saw Midoriya looking down. He followed the direction of his eyes downward to where he was straddling Hitoshi. Only then did Hitoshi realize that the thoughts in his head had made themselves known physically. And that Midoriya had noticed. Hitoshi froze completely as alarms blared in his head, screaming at him to run away and never look back because holy fuck was this the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him. Eventually, their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a solid 30 seconds, neither moving a muscle. Hitoshi’s heart was pounding in his ears, and he couldn’t help but notice that Izuku's grip tightened slightly as he tensed, something shifting in his eyes. Hitoshi finally broke free of his shock and was about to move away and apologize profusely, before he felt a movement that shocked him. Midoriya had tentatively decided to slowly rock his hips against Hitoshi’s crotch, almost as if testing the waters. Hitoshi couldn’t help the moan that escaped his mouth, and quickly snapped a hand over it, to try to muffle it. A brief look of something Hitoshi couldn't decipher seemed to sweep over Midoriya's eyes, before they then widened and he quickly jumped off of Hitoshi, causing an embarrassing whine to slip past the purple-haired boy's lips before he clamped his mouth shut.
“I’m so, so sorry Shinso. I- I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that, it was so wrong of me. Just because you had a, um, reaction didn’t give me permission to do that. I’m so sorry. Um, I’m just gonna-” and then Midoriya was off, booking it out of there before Hitoshi could even formulate a response.
Hitoshi let out a shaky breath as he looked between himself and the open gym door, dry-washing his face.
“Well, fuck.”
The next week passed painfully slowly. It was clear that Midoriya was avoiding Hitoshi. He had tried to send him some texts asking if they could talk but was ignored. Any time he tried to approach the greenette during classes he would either avoid Hitoshi entirely or make up some kind of excuse as to why they couldn’t talk right then. Hitoshi understood the hesitance. He had to pep talk himself to even approach the other, because getting hard from being pinned down by your best friend and also secret crush, and then him grinding down on you as a result is definitely awkward and embarrassing. But it’s also something that they need to talk about. So he was starting to get frustrated. Once the one-week mark hit, Hitoshi decided that enough was enough. That night, Hitoshi waited outside of his dorm room that just so happened to be right next to Midoriyas, planning on forcing a conversation with the green-haired boy. He knew that Midoriya was in his dorm, so it was only a matter of time before he came out. So, he not so patiently waits, and the second he hears the door open, his head snaps to the side. The second that green hair pokes out of the door, Hitoshi lurches forward, grabbing the other boy's arm and pulling him inside, locking the door behind them.
“W-what?” Midoriya stammers out confused, before his eyes land on Hitoshi and widen. The greenette backs away slightly as he takes in Hitoshi. “O-oh Shinso, hi. Um, good to see you uh, what are we doing um,” Midoriya looks around the room, confused. “In your dorm?”
“We need to talk.” He states bluntly, watching as green eyes somehow widen even more and shoot to the door handle. Hitoshi shifts so that he is now fully blocking the door, noticing the startled look in those eyes. “Nope, you’re not running away this time.” He says sternly and watches Midoriya deflate.
“Yeah,” he sighs nervously, “yeah alright.” Hitoshi feels a sense of relief at the agreement before he once again feels embarrassment and anxiety settle in his chest.
“So about last week…” he starts, unsure of what to say now that he is here. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to know what to say.
“Imsosorry,” Midoriya rushes out, staring at the floor with clenched fists. Hitoshi looks at him, surprised. “I know I already said this, but I know I shouldn’t have done that. You were in a vulnerable state even if it was a natural reaction. I should have backed off and let you deal with it on your own. But for some reason, I couldn’t help myself. It was so fucked up for me to do that but for some reason, in the moment it felt right. That was disgusting for me to do without your consent, and I regretted it as soon as I did it I promise! I just,” he let out a frustrated noise, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’ve never done that to anyone before. I mean, we were literally sparring, training! And the second I was on your lap, it was like something shifted, and I feel so, so dirty. I let my feelings for you overtake any sense I had in that situation and I-” he cut himself off as he slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing what he had just admitted to. He could have made some kind of excuse as to why he had decided to grind on Hitoshi, but any possibility of that just flew out the window.
“Your…” Hitoshi breathes out, a spark of hope flaring in his chest, “Your feelings for me?” Izuku’s eyes darted between Hitoshi’s own and the door several times, before falling to the floor.
“Yeah,” he whispers, eyes starting to water from embarrassment. “My feelings for you.” He confirms taking in a shaky breath before looking up at Hitoshi. “I understand that you probably don’t feel the same, that you didn’t actually like it, and I understand if you hate me for what I did. I would hate me too,” he chuckles humorlessly. Wiping furiously at his eyes.
Hitoshi could only stare at Izuku, unable to form any words. His mind was whirring from Izuku’s admittance. He had feelings for Hitoshi? His actions in the gym that day weren’t simply the actions of a hormonal teenager, but were actually born from something deeper? That small flicker of hope planted in his chest only moments before turned into a flame, waiting to be stoked. Before he knew it, he finally managed somewhat of a reply.
“Who says I didn’t like it?” Hitoshi somehow musters up the courage to sound snarky. Izukus's head shoots up as a result, eyes wide.
“Wait, what?” Izuku all but yells at the revelation. Blushing face lighting up even more. Hitoshi smirks.
“Think about it Izuku,” Izuku’s face burned more at the use of his first name, “while most people’s reaction to getting pinned down in training is to try to escape and get the upper hand, my mind could only focus on the fact that it was you pinning me down. And, well,” he shifted his eyes slightly, his confidence wavering a bit. “You saw, and heard, the result of that.” Izuku’s ears turned red, though Hitoshi couldn’t help but note the small smile starting to form on his lips. Hitoshi took in a deep breath, hoping that this turned out the way he was desperately hoping it would.
“I have feelings for you too, I have since 2nd year, and those feelings,” he met Izukus's intense gaze with a rare smile, “made me wish you hadn’t run away that day.”
Hitoshi barely had a second to even think about regretting any of his words, before a blur of green hair flew towards him, being met with a pair of lips crashing into his own.
Hitoshi let out a brief startled breath before he melted into the kiss, parting his mouth when he felt Izukus warm tongue lick along his bottom lip. Hitoshi then felt Izuku's hands grip his waist as he was pushed up against the door, and he let out a small gasp when his back collided with wood. He returned the gesture by wrapping his arms around the back of Izukus's neck tightly, as he let out a small moan as Izukus's tongue explored the inside of his mouth. This seemed to rile Izuku up, as he pulled away from Hitoshi briefly before his mouth found his neck and jawline. Izuku shifted so that his right leg was between Hitoshi’s own pressing against his crotch, and his left leg was to Hitoshi’s right. Hitoshi’s head fell back against the door with a thud, groaning as he angled his head to give Izuku better access. Izuku made his way down Hitoshi’s jawline and neck, switching between kissing, biting, and sucking, which was sure to leave more than a few bruises that he will definitely be asked about later. Hitoshi moved one hand to grip at green hair, pulling the other's head down more towards his neck, earning a chuckle from the other. The other hand stayed on the back of Izuku’s neck as he panted heavily. This went on for a bit, Izuku thoroughly working Hitoshi's jaw and neck, while Hitoshi could only enjoy the pleasure, small, quiet moans spacing here and there. Hitoshi could feel the tightness in his pants increasing, and couldn’t help but notice a tent in Izuku's own. His absentminded grinding against Izukus's leg which he hadn’t even been aware of started to increase, desperate for friction, but before he could do much, izuku pulled away with a smirk. Hitoshi tried to follow with a whine but was held firmly against the door.
“Feeling a little antsy are we?” Izuku asked tauntingly, and Hitoshi couldn’t help but glare, panting heavily. Izuku just chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” Izuku grinned before locking his lips with Hitoshi’s own again. Though this time, instead of keeping him pinned against the door frame, he led them over to Hitoshi’s bed. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded between passionate kisses to which Hitoshi happily complied. They broke apart just barely long enough for the shirt to be lifted over purple hair and tossed to the side before reconnecting. Izuku was soon to follow the action, lifting and tossing his shirt in one fluid moment, before he was pushing Hitoshi down onto the bed. Izuku followed, lips still connected to Hitoshi’s, bent at the waist while Hitoshi was fully on the bed. Eventually, though, Izuku broke the contact, breathing in heavy breaths as he looked down at Hitoshi with lust-filled eyes. Hitoshi wanted to complain at the loss of contact, but he couldn’t deny the fact that Midoriya looming over him once again turned him on even more. Izuku smirked down at him. “How about we resume from training last week?” Izuku suggested hungrily. Hitoshis eyes widened at the prospect.
“Fuck yes.” He tried to sound sexy but it came out closer to desperate.
Izuku was quick to climb onto the bed and over Hitoshi. He made quick work of settling himself onto Hitoshi’s lap, as he placed one hand firmly on his chest, and the other encompassed Hitoshi’s wrists pinning them above his head.
“Is this okay?” Izuku made sure to ask, to which Hitoshi could only breathlessly nod as he could now better feel Izuku's erection against his own.
“More than,” he forced out, licking his lips.
With that confirmation, Izuku leaned down to capture Hitoshis lips on his own once again, except this time, he started to roll his hips slowly. Hitoshi could feel his eyes roll into the back of his head as he moaned into Izukus's
mouth, pinned hands trying and failing to grab at something. Pleased with the reaction, Izuku grinded into the other harder, this time moving both hands to settle on Hitoshi’s chest. “You like that baby?” Izuku crooned.
“Y-yeah, feels good.” Hitoshi groaned out as he started to buck into the movement. Izuku grinned against Hitoshi’s mouth as his hands began exploring the other's chest. Hitoshi felt scarred hands sliding around, feeling every inch. As they trailed along Hitoshi’s body, Izuku would lean down to place kisses everywhere, and occasionally sucked to make sure it left marks. Hitoshi felt shivers throughout his body, feeling Izuku on every inch of him. Izukus's hand slid from the side of his face to his neck, to his waist, where he teased at Hitoshis waistband, where he not so subtly put just enough pressure to earn a mewl from the other, and eventually to his nipples, leaning his mouth toward the left one.
“You're so beautiful Hitoshi,” Izuku murmured, hot breath ghosting the hardening bud, causing a hitch in Hitoshi’s breath. He finally brought his mouth down, licking and gently suckling, while one hand began to play with the right one. Hitoshi gripped Izukus's shoulders tightly as he let out a loud moan, feeling the fire in his abdomen growing even hotter. Izuku bit back his own moan in favor of letting out a hum, vibrating the sensitive bud.
“Izuku,” Hitoshi breathed, “as much as I’m all for the foreplay-” he groaned as Izuku bit down softly on the nipple, “I need more,” he whined, hands grasping green hair.
“Such a needy little thing aren’t you,” Izuku teases. “But your wish is my command.” Izukus's lips curled as he let the thoroughly bruised nipple go with one last lick, and sat back up to look down at his work. Hitoshi couldn’t help but squirm under the gaze, growing more frustrated by the lack of movement the longer he had to wait. Izuku leaned down to place a few soft kisses against Hitoshi’s mouth, and even though he wanted more, he couldn’t help but melt at the softness of it. Hitoshi felt like he could almost forget about how turned on he was simply from the gentleness of the kisses being placed on his face. That was until he felt and heard his belt buckle being undone. Immediately, his eyes shot down to see big scarred hands unclasping the belt, and hooking thumbs into the waistband. Hitoshi lifted his hips so that Izuku could more easily remove the pants and boxers underneath, leaving Hitoshi fully naked. He watched nervously as Izuku scanned his body up and down, devouring him with his eyes as he licked his lips. Before long, Izuku was removing his own pants and boxers, tossing them to the side. Hitoshi’s eyes widened at the sight of the greenettes fully hardened cock, and so badly wanted to know what that would feel like inside him.
Hitoshi, out of some sort of instinct, reached down to touch himself at the sight, since Izuku wasn’t doing anything but was quickly stopped by a hand around his wrist. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll get to that, but first, I’m going to give you a show. Where’s your lube?” Izuku asked, staring into Hitoshi’s eyes.
“In- in the night-stand.” He let out, feeling more antsy. He let out a moan as Izuku shifted, reaching over Hitoshi causing their cocks to brush against each other. He was all for the foreplay but this was beginning to be too much. Izuku paused briefly, looking down at Hitoshi.
“Do you want to wear a condom?” He asked quietly. Hitoshi bit his lip as he avoided eye contact.
“It’s uh…it’s my first time.” He responded. Izuku just sent him a small smile.
“Me too, I’m fine either way, which do you prefer?” Hitoshi felt overwhelmed with gratitude that Izuku was trying to make this as comfortable for him as possible. He didn’t give it much thought though, cause even though he appreciated it, he was also embarrassingly desperate.
“I don’t want one.” He replied, maybe a little too quickly. Izukus's soft smile almost instantaneously turned into a smirk that caused Hitoshi to gulp. Quickly, Izuku poured some lube on his fingers, rubbing them together before reaching behind and inserting a finger into his own ass. He let out a breathy moan as he fingered and thoroughly stretched himself. Hitoshi could only watch in rapt fascination, though he worried his bottom lip. “Shouldn't I prep you?” He asked, fighting back a groan as Izuku rolled his hips slightly.
“N-no,” he panted out, “I’m prepping myself for you. I want to focus all my attention on you,”. Even though Izuku was literally finger fucking himself on top of Hitoshi, cocks rubbing each other and leaking, Hitoshi felt his cheeks warm at the thought that Izuku was doing this for him. He couldn’t revel in the moment for long though, as he felt a large hand encompass his throbbing cock, quickly making fluid motions up and down the shaft, lubing it thoroughly. Hitoshi’s brain glitched as his back arched, hips quickly moving with the hand.
“Izuku-” he moaned out, hands dropping to grip the bed sheets. He was just met with a groan from the greenette, as he leaned down, planting kisses along Hitoshis inner thigh, sending a shiver through the purple haired man.
“You’re so big Hitoshi, you fit so perfectly in my hand. I can’t wait to have this fucking into me.” Izuku growled out, leaving one last hickey on his thigh before letting go and making fast work at shifting so that both hands were planted on Hitoshi’s chest before brushing a stray lock of slight sweat-dampened hair out of his face. “Okay,” he breathed, “I’m ready now. Are you?” He asked, once again, making sure Hitoshi wasn’t overwhelmed. Hitoshi, though, felt relief sweep through him.
“Fucking finally, hurry up before I come without feeling you,” He urged, placing his hands on Izuku’s waist tightly. Izuku just let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes.
“Alright alright,” he relented, lifting his hips up and over Hitoshis cock. Hitoshi watched eagerly as Izuku lowered himself down slowly, agonizingly slowly. Hitoshi’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling himself in Izuku's warm and thoroughly prepped entrance, his head falling against the bed. If he thought the feeling of Izuku's hand on his cock felt good, that was nothing compared to this. This was the most intense pleasure Hitoshi had ever felt, and he didn’t think that anything, or anyone, could ever feel this perfect other than Izuku. He reveled in the feeling and that string of moans Izuku released as he stretched around Hitoshi. Once Izuku had completely taken Hitoshi in, he placed a few quick kisses along Hitoshi’s chest before he began swaying his hips, in a circle. Hitoshi’s eyes shot open completely as his back arched up from the mattress, letting out a series of moans that would most definitely be noticed by anyone walking past the door. He dropped his grip from Izukus waist down to his thighs, where he gripped them so tightly it was sure to leave a mark.
Izuku seemed to be enjoying the sensation just as much, his head thrown back, letting out his own breathy moans.
“Fuck Izuku, you feel so good,” Hitoshi groaned out, thrusting his hips upward, as Izuku switched from rolling his hips to bouncing up and down on Hitoshi’s dick. The greenette now had a firm grip on Hitoshis shoulders, nails digging in, sure to leave marks.
“Hitoshi..” Izuku moaned out, quickening the pace as much as possible. “You fill me so well- fuck!” He gasped as Hitoshi shifted his hips, hitting Izuku in a way that made him almost scream. Hitoshi decided he liked that sound and thrusted upward, harder and faster into Izuku and watched as his eyes glazed over and became half lidded. “Fuuuck, keep going like that, it’s so- so fucking good. You’re so good.” Hitoshi watched as one of Izuku’s hands lifted from Hitoshi's chest to wrap around his own neglected dick, slowly pumping, letting out a string of curses while moaning Hitohi’s name.
They went on like that a while longer, Hitoshi forcing himself to keep his focus on Izuku instead of letting his eyes roll into his head so that he could watch the other bounce on him, green curls bouncing along with him, his mouth agape, drool escaping. Hitoshi felt high off of pleasure, hardly able to form a coherent thought past how good Izuku felt, and looked on top of him. Deciding that he could die happy if he got to have this sight in front of him every day. Every night. He wanted all of Izuku, whenever he possibly could. Hitoshi felt the tension building in his abdomen.
“I-Izuku,” he groaned, “I don’t think I could hold out much longer, I need to-” he started.
“Cum for me baby.” Izuku panted out past his own pleasure. That was all Hitoshi needed to hear before he felt an orgasm rip throughout his entire body, back arching off the bed once more as he moaned out Izuku’s name over and over again. Izuku matched Hitoshi’s quickened pace, helping him along in his pleasure high, as the fist around his dick sped up to match. “Hitoshi, yes, yes,” Izuku blubbered out to Hitoshi who was in his own world. Feeling the slickness inside of him, Izuku looked down to see the white substance dripping down his thighs, the sight snapping the tense string in his stomach, spilling his load onto Hitoshi’s chest. They moved their hips as one, until they started to come down from the high. Their pace slowly dissipated, until they were both back to the ground. Izuku slumped on Hitoshi’s chest, still connected and uncaring of the mess on both of their stomachs. They were both breathing heavily, shocked that they had really just done that. Izuku lifted his head to meet Hitoshi’s eyes and connected their lips again. This time more tender and less desperate, just enjoying the afterglow, united as one. After sharing multiple gentle kisses, Izuku sighed against Hitoshi’s mouth.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Izuku breathed out. Hitoshi could only swallow, nodding his head as he carded his hands through green hair.
“Yeah. I don’t really know what I was expecting, pulling you into my room. Like, I had hoped this would happen, like the horny bastard I am, but it still doesn’t feel quite real. And I definitely wasn’t expecting you to be so quick about it, you perv.” Hitoshi teased. This earned a chuckle from the greenette.
“You were just as eager, you know,” Izuku poked Hitoshi on the cheek, with a fake pout.
“Yeah, you’re right, I’d honestly take any chance to fuck you.” Hitoshi grinned slyly and Izuku turned red and buried his face in Hitoshi’s neck. “What, that embarrassed you? Really? You literally still have my dick in your ass and you get flustered over that?” Hitoshi laughed, earning a half-hearted slap on his chest.
“I know,” he whined out, “but you don’t have to be so direct about it.” Izuku looked at Hitoshi, who was sending him a deadpan look.
“Did you forget that you were telling me what to do that whole time? You may have taken my dick, but you were the dominant one.” Hitoshi jeered, and Izuku looked concerned.
“Did you… not want that?” Izuku asked nervously, and Hitoshi was quick to shoot that down.
“Fuck no. You may not have this time, but you could dick me down any day without complaint.” Hitoshi responded honestly, earning a mischievous smile.
“Well, that's good to know for round 2 then,” he was casually sitting himself up, finally pulling himself off of Hitoshi and sliding to sit between Hitoshi’s legs.
“Round 2?” Hitoshi quirks an eyebrow as he watches the other. Izuku merely hums, sliding his hands between Hitoshi’s thighs, spreading them apart slowly, earning a surprised gasp from the other.
“Yeah, there’s still plenty of things I’ve thought about doing to you, and, well, the night is still young,” Izuku finally responded, head dipping between Hitoshi's thighs, as the purple-haired man moaned, gripping at green hair.
If training could lead to this, then Hitoshi was sure as hell glad he decided to become a hero.