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tw noncon/homophobic language

Katsuki figuring out a new way to fuck with quirkless Deku after the pathetic piece of shit tries to hurry out of class, turns out he's got an erection.

They know some sex ed, these things happen, but the opportunity is too good.

Katsuki lays into him about being disgusting and getting a hard-on in class like a pervert.

He starts prodding, asking who it might be, who does the quirkless bitch have a crush on?

His lackeys are laughing, but Deku is bright red, shaking.

'Bet it's me.'

His lackeys find that disgusting, and they start crowing with glee that it must be, Midoriya was already a friendless, quirkless nerd, no doubt he was also a faggot.

Katsuki feels queasy about that and ruthlessly pushes the feeling down. Fuck that.

'Eww! It totally is you!'

They snigger, surrounding his desk.

'Midoriya likes Bakugou~!'

He can see just how uncomfortable the nerd is getting. It's great. His usual threats hadn't been working lately.

'That true, Deku? You fucking gay for me?'

'N-no!'

Katsuki pretends to be insulted.

'Is that why you draw pictures of me, you little weirdo?'

'Bet he jacks off to them,' one of the extras says with a smirk, 'do ya, Midoriya?'

Deku shakes his head wildly.

'Gross,' the other lackey says, with more venom than usual. Huh, usually they'd just watch.

It ends with Katsuki dumping Deku's water bottle over his head, telling him to cool off.

The rumours spread like wildfire. By next afternoon everyone is convinced Deku is gay. The bullying has a new layer of hatred.

Deku hunches as low as he can into his desk.

But he still doesn't stop his ridiculous fucking quest of being a hero.

'There aren't any homo heroes, fag,' one classmate hisses. There's no way the teacher didn't hear, but he keeps writing without pausing.

Katsuki laughs and looks back to see Deku shaking.

Huh, maybe he really was gay.

Katsuki doesn't dwell on it, but he is curious. An odd hunger gnawing his guts. Deku doesn't speak up as much.

Progress. This was progress. He needs to push harder.

'Deee~kuuu~,' he sing-songs, catching up to the nerd after school.

The idiot's taken a quiet path. No-one around.

Deku flinches as Katsuki grins, grabbing his arms.

'Ne, Deku, you really got a crush on me?' he asks, voice dripping with false friendliness, 'you think I'm hot?'

'Ka-Kacchan,' Deku says, 'n-no, no crush! I don't!'

'Aww, it's okay, Deku,' he coos, pulling the nerd close, 'you can tell me.'

'S-stop it, Kacchan, please,' Deku says tightly. Katsuki puts a hand on his chest. Clenches. His friendly tone plummets into acid.

'Why don't you stop me, you quirkless fuck?'

Deku struggles. It's no use. Katsuki lets sparks fly near his face.

'Can't do shit. Quirkless homo bitch.'

He shoves him to the ground, kicks for good measure. God, Deku was so fucking useless. Who would ever want him or love him?

Katsuki grins, and spits on the groaning Deku.

'Disgusting piece of shit.'

The class leaves graffiti on Deku's desk. They take his things and throw them about. Katsuki barely has to lift a finger.

But stubborn ass Deku needs more, he needs a lesson.

Katsuki corners him in the bathroom. Lackeys guarding the door.

Punches him in the guts and kicks him in the balls.

With some excitement Katsuki pulls down his pants, enough so his dick can slip out. He's surprised that he's already a little hard.

'You wanna be useful so bad? Then do something, fag.'

Deku's already crying.

'What? Thought this would be a wet dream come true for you, bitch. Don't you homos know how to suck dick?'

Deku doesn't. Katsuki pops sparks into his skin as he shoves Deku's head forward. Orders him to lick, then put it in his mouth.

Almost blows him up when teeth scrape.

The sensation of a mouth is better than Katsuki could imagine. So much better than his own hands, even with Deku's non-skill.

It doesn't take long for him to come, hips stuttering as he moans. White ropes across plump cheeks and slick pink lips, mixing with tears.

The glow starts to fade, and Katsuki... he doesn't feel right in the aftermath.

Katsuki wipes himself off and pulls his pants back up. Deku hasn't moved, his eyes glazed, staring up at the ceiling, body slackened.

Katsuki throws paper towel at him to wipe himself off.

He peers between Deku's legs, but doesn't see any sign of erection.

Was he the only one hard? Was Deku not gay? The fuck?

And why wasn't he saying anything?

Katsuki, he doesn't feel good. Sick. He feels sick, staring at the mess he's made. This was...

Was it too far? It was just a fucking lesson. That Deku was useless, couldn't do anything about one student. He couldn't fight villains, after all.

'Wipe yourself up, Deku.'

The nerd jolts, blinking rapidly. He sniffs up a glob of snot, gross. Starts wiping. It's... sticky.

'Don't you ever talk about heroism again, you quirkless shit.'

Deku's hands lower, and he nods. His eyes are dark pink, curls mussed and falling over them. He looks... well, broken.

It should feel better. Katsuki should be happier about this. He's learned his place.

He's not. He's not happy about it at all.

And what's worse is Deku's infected him. Spread his, his gay to him.

(Katsuki ignores the search engine that tells him homosexuality isn't learned)

His jerk-off sessions are weak and unfulfilling compared to the warmth of another.

His dreams are spotted with hot, wet pressure around his dick. With green eyes, peering under green curls, lips smiling around his cock.

Katsuki clicks to some amateur porn. two men, and his dick turns rock hard. Fuck, fuck, he's gay, right? Like fucking Deku.

And what's worse, he can't stop looking at fucking Deku. He's drawn like a magnet.

Ignore, ignore ignore. Just ignore the fucker. Let the bullying happen, what a pervert, right? How disgusting.

Don't seek him out after the sludge villain, after the idiot rushed in.

He notices Deku changing. He's bulking up, his arms and legs thicker, his skin with a healthy glow. He stands taller, seems too focused to even care about the bullying.

The fuck? What the fuck?

It didn't matter , he had no quirk. He couldn't get in.

He dreams about him.

Calling his name so sweetly. Calling his name excitedly. Concern, worry, nervousness, shame. His mind could build it all; he knew Deku too well.

Deku gets into UA. Katsuki pins him against the wall, snarling in his face. Deku stares back, light flaring in his eyes.

'I'm going whether you like it or not! Let me go!'

Deku doesn't look at him after that. Not until they fight in class. When he stands over Deku, the fight in his eyes flickers, terror sheening his face.

It stabs him right in the gut. It was gone. Admiration, no more.