[biphobia, dkbk, dubcon, feminization, crossdress]

deku was bisexual, and bakugou has known that since they were little kids.

though he never came out about it, he could see that deku had the same kind of admiration for both boys and girls. it was as obvious as the sky is blue.

if he’s being honest, it’s a little weird, and he knows he’s not the only person who thinks that.

there was one girl in their second year of middle school who slapped him in the hallway, cried that he’s disgusting for kissing her when he has also kissed a guy before.

and one boy in their third year of middle school who shoved him away and said he doesn’t date straight dudes who can’t make up their mind.

both times he was there, and both times he remembers the tears in deku’s eyes as he begged them to understand.

neither stayed to listen.

after that, he’s not sure he ever saw deku try to date again, even when it was obvious that he liked someone and they liked him back.

like uraraka in the first year when she confessed to him, or todoroki in their second when he asked for a date.

but then deku came to his door.

maybe it was his rare bit of sympathy, or the fact deku almost looked cute with his red cheeks and styled hair, but he agreed.

“if you cheat on me, i’ll kill you.” he had snapped before thinking, and deku nodded quickly.

“i would never! i... i‘m not like that. i promise!”

he didn’t.

from that day, even if a pretty girl passed, his eyes were focused on him wholeheartedly.

but sometimes, though he’s not proud to admit it, he had tried to trap him, to see if he even liked girls anymore by showing him pictures or goading him.

deku never caved.

and now they’re here, third years at u.a, and deku’s holding his hips in his scarred hands and rutting into him.

he hasn’t cheated yet, hasn’t given in to his little tests, and hasn’t once brought up that he used to date girls.

but his dirty talk gives it away sometimes.

“you’re wet for me, kacchan...” he had said as globs of lube dripped from his stretched ass.

and earlier, it was a, “your tits have gotten bigger recently,” when he cupped and squeezed the muscle of his chest.

it’s weird, and it makes his stomach twist with something dark.

“what?” he asked, holding one hand on his hip as he looked back at his boyfriend. “does my pussy feel good, deku?”

it was a joke. a sick taunt that was supposed to make his boyfriend cower back ask what he meant, not fill his condom on the spot.

‘what the fuck,’ he thought.

after, as deku held his waist and cuddled into him in bed, he couldn’t help but wonder if he wished he could do this with a girl.

what if he’s just playing him? using him to fill some kind of hole in his chest because no one else he has ever asked out would date him?

okay, so maybe he has feelings for him, and maybe they’re deeper than just liking him.

and perhaps sometimes he gets a little worried that he’d wake up and deku would be holding hands with some shitty girl.

at least if it was a guy, he could argue that he was better than them.

but with a girl, he doesn’t have tits like that, or a slick cunt between his legs. he can’t compare his body to a girl’s.

“kacchan?”

“hm?”

“i love you.” deku mumbled into his shoulder.

bakugou felt just a little bad for thinking the worst of him now.

“i love you too, idiot.”

and though he loves him, he can’t stop himself from going to mina and yaoyorozu the next saturday morning after deku disappears to the gym.

mina does his makeup, and yaoyorozu makes him clothes and a wig. in return, he just gives them a few compliments and let them take photos.

when he comes back to his room, he invites deku, texts him a time and tells him not to be late or be seen.

then he looks in the mirror and let’s out a shaky breath as he threaded his fingers through the blond wig he has on.

he looks like a girl, if he’s being honest.

would deku think it’s weird?

probably not, he reasons as he curled the synthetic hair around his finger. he likes girls, doesn’t he?

his hand played with the pink lace covering his chest, and his stomach twisted.

at least the girls had the decency not to take photos of that.

but the short white skirt he had asked for, the loose pink sweater, and the white thigh high socks are on their phones somewhere.

great. just great.

his eyes drifted to the black silicone plug he had dug out of his dresser, and he held it between his fingers.

“fuck it.”

he’s gone this far already, might as well go all the way.

his other hand grabbed the bottle of lube, and he leaned back on the closed lid of his toilet, biting into the back of his bottom lip as he pulled his panties down.

slowly, and carefully, he drizzled lube on his fingers.

“mmf—“ his eyes squeezed shut as he pushed one inside, the walls of his ass clenching hard around the slick intrusion.

considering deku fucked him last night, and he touched himself down here while showering this morning, it’s easy to squeeze a second in after.

‘like a girl...’

he looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink away the tears in his eyes so he didn’t ruin the makeup that quite literally took two hours to do.

it’d be a waste of time and effort if deku didn’t get to see the cutesy baby pink look, so he can’t get himself too worked up yet.

after he was sure he was loose enough, he dribbled a little bit of lube on to the plug, teasing it’s tapered end against his hole.

“a-ah, d-deku...” he moaned, practicing a more feminine pitch.

his eyes widened at its thickness, and he felt his cock twitch against his stomach.

when the plug was nestled tightly inside of him, he looked down at the bag of clothes by his door.

deku will be here soon.

his legs lowered, and he squeezed his eyes shut as the plug shifted inside of him, brushing up against his prostate.

it feels dirty to put the panties on.

hell, when he rolls the thigh high socks on and buttons the skirt, it feels dirty. taboo, even.

he doesn’t even recognize himself as he rolls the two half ponytails of his wig around his fingers, eyes running along the ash blond length that stops around his hips.

a knock sounds at his door, and he tried pulling the knit of his cropped sweater down though he knew it was supposed to ride up like this.

“kacchan?” he heard, and bakugou opened his bathroom door.

“close your eyes, deku.” he demanded, back pressing against his bedroom door.

“eh? what for?”

“just close your eyes.” he snapped. “are they closed?”

“yeah, they’re closed.”

bakugou cleared his throat as he twisted the lock open, and he yanked his boyfriend inside before slamming it shut.

“w-woah. what’s going on, kacchan?” he asked, stumbling slightly.

bakugou looked up at him as his face heated, then slowly pushed him onto his bed.

“open your eyes, deku.”

he raised the pitch of his voice, and deku’s eyebrows furrowed.

“why do you sound like tha—“

bakugou took a deep breath as he looked into his boyfriend’s eyes.

“h-hey... kacchan...” he mumbled, emerald eyes raking over his face as his hand reached to hold his hips.

bakugou slid his fingers down the front of his gym shorts, palming him through the fabric and a teasing smirk tugged on his glossy lips.

“are you wearing m-makeup?”

“mhm.” he hummed, leaning in to kiss his neck “do i look pretty?”

“i like matte more than gloss, if you ever wanna do this again...” deku suggested. “but you look so pretty, kacchan.“

“you should see what i have underneath...” he hinted, and deku’s adam’s apple bobbed.

the hands around his waist slid down this thighs, and bakugou whimpered quietly as his calloused fingers brushed underneath his skirt.

“is that... lace?”

underneath his hand, he could feel deku’s cock getting harder, and a mix of emotions flooded inside of his chest.

was he getting excited because it was him, or was he getting excited he’s dressed as a girl?

somehow, he’s a little worried about hearing either of the answers from him.

“i put this all on for you.” he whispered, and deku groaned quietly as he squeezed his cock tighter.

“m-me?”

“mhm.” he nodded, and deku furrowed his eyebrows. “do i make a pretty girl, deku?”

“k-kacchan, is this not like... are you not...” he stuttered. “you don’t just dress like this because you want to?”

“ah?“ he tilted his head, sitting down on top of his firm thighs.

“what kind of hobbies do you think i have?” he asked, and deku’s finger slipped beneath the waistband of his panties.

bakugou flipped his hair over his shoulder as he sat back, his arms folding behind his head.

slowly, he rocked his hips, and deku threw his head back.

“kacchan, why are you dressed like this then?” he groaned quietly, one eye squeezed shut as he looked down at him.

bakugou hummed, pursing his lips together as he felt the long hair roll down his hands as he fluffed the strands.

“because you like girls too, don’t you?”

deku choked on a moan, and he slowly slid his hands down his own body before lifting the pink knit of his sweater.

“i-i don’t... kacchan, i don’t like—“

“you can’t lie to me. i saw her, deku, your past girlfriend in middle school, and i know you liked pink cheeks.”

“that’s n-not tr—“

tears were brimming his eyes, and bakugou tangled his fingers into his curls before forcing his gaze on to his chest.

“don’t my tits look good in this?” he asked, batting his fake eyelashes as he squeezed his own chest.

“i’m with you, kacchan. i don’t—“

“so you’re calling me a liar? you’re making fun of me?” he pushed his chest, watching as his back bounced against his mattress.

“you’re so fucking hard.” he accused, grinding harder against the tent in his shorts. “and for what? because i’m in this skirt? some makeup?”

“it has nothing to do with that. it’s because you’re my boyfriend—“

“just admit you like girls already.”

deku chewed on his bottom lip, and bakugou curled his painted nails into the waistband of his shorts.

“i already know! just admit that you wish you had a girlfriend too.”

bakugou tore his shorts down, bitter at the fact he’s already leaking and flushed red.

“look, you’ve never gotten this excited for me.” he mumbled.

“k-kacchan, that doesn’t make sense! you are you!” deku reminded, pushing on his hips to try and roll him off. “i love you.”

“you also love saying i have a cute little pussy and fat tits.” he snapped, looking up at him. “what? i bet you wish you could say that to a girl.”

“can we just talk—“

“no. i don’t want to fucking talk. i want you to admit that i’m right.” he hissed, one hand reaching behind.

“it’s all talk. i-i don’t mean you have... if you don’t like it, then i won’t—“

“but why do you say it?”

“it just gets me off. it’s not that deep—“

bakugou cut him off. “because you like girls? you wish i was soft, pretty, and docile like all your past girl crushes. admit it.”

“so what if i like girls too?” he raised his voice, and bakugou glared at him. “yeah, maybe i do like girls, but i’m not with you, my boyfriend!”

“i knew it, liar.”

“do you want a fucking medal for forcing my sexuality out, kacchan?” deku asked him, his hands covering his eyes.

bakugou’s fingers scissored around the flared end of the plug, and his eyebrows pinched together as he slowly pulled it out.

“why does it even matter?” his boyfriend mumbled. “so what if i-i messed around and liked some girls? why do you care so much?”

“you want one?”

“i have you!” deku pushed his chest, and bakugou’s eyes widened as he almost fell back. “i-i can date a boy and be perfectly okay with never touching a girl again! just because i like both, it doesn’t mean i’m a cheater or-or i’m unhappy!”

their eyes met, and bakugou swallowed.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“because look at how you’re acting!” deku motioned to his outfit. “you’re-you’re ridiculous... making fun of me like this, thinking so fucking lowly of me... and for what? because i can’t help it that i like girls?”

“i’m not making fun of you—“

“you’re in a wig and lingerie.” deku flipped his skirt up. “kacchan, what the hell were you thinking when you put this on?”

bakugou kept his lips shut, and deku tried pushing him away again, but he wasn’t moving from his lap.

“you don’t trust me, do you?” he asked quietly.

“you think i’m dirty, or i’m a cheater... that i can’t pick a side, or i won’t be happy with just dating one gender.”

bakugou looked up at the ceiling, not wanting to admit that he was right by thinking that.

but was he wrong for thinking that? he wants both, but gets one.

wouldn’t that make him... dissatisfied?

deku scoffed quietly at his silence, and his own chest hurt at the defeated sound.

“won’t you be unhappy with me?” he mumbled, his hand pressing hard against deku’s chest. “i can dress up, but i’m still not going to be a girl.”

“kacchan, i had you. i never once thought about touching someone else, not a boy and especially not a girl.” deku repeated. “you’re more than enough as you are.”

“what the fuck does ‘had’ mean?” bakugou asked, his nails scratching into the fabric of his shirt.

“you just don’t get it. do you see how little you expect of me? do you see how-how you’re troubled you are by this? if it makes you so mad, so scared, i’ll go.” deku pushed his own hand against his chest.

“it won’t be the first time someone left me because they don’t get it.”

“i’m not leaving you, idiot!” he snapped. “and you’re not leaving me. shut up with that dumb shit.”

deku’s eyes trailed to his hand as he held the silicone plug up.

“i did all of this for you, deku, stop fucking around and enjoy it. it took a long time to look this.”

“how can i enjoy it when you’re making fun of me by it?” he snapped. “just admit that you’re being biphobic. you don’t like that i go both ways...”

he was taken back by the accusation, breath stolen from his lungs.

that doesn’t make any sense. he can’t be phobic when he’s gay.