What about cheerleader Deku × head cheerleader Kacchan?

Deku is new to the team and Kacchan makes his life hell.

And it's definitely because he's mad the new guy is better than him. Totally not because he thinks he's hot and wants to get railed by him.

Ok so nsfw dkbk AND INTERACTIVE
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Katsuki has worked hard to make a name for himself as cheer captain. He's fuckin great at what he does, and loves the attention he gets from it.

They've already started their season when a new member waltzes onto the squad.

He shouldn't even be here but apparently he's "really good" or whatever and their coach allows it for some reason.

Katsuki hates him as soon as he sees him.

Stupid green hair and stupid muscles and a stupidly cute butt.

Katsuki's supposed to be the one with the cutest butt.

"Hi, I'm Izuku, it's nice to meet you," he says to Katsuki after his first day of practice.

"Tch, okay Deku," he scoffs, purposely butchering the nerd's name.

"Ah, okay, then," he says. Silence.

The locker room is quiet with the two of them being the only males other team.

And even with the entire fucking locker room to change in, Deku has the gall to start stripping right in front of him until he's down to nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs.

They leave little to nothing to the imagination.

"Stupid," Katsuki mutters.

"What is?"

"You, you're fucking stupid," he grunts. "And you suck at stunting."

"No I don't," he replies, confidently. "Do you have a problem with me? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yeah, you never should have fucking transferred here," he scoffs. "Team's fine as it is."

"Ah, I get it," he smirks like a cocky motherfucker.

"What? That you should leave?"

"No, that you feel threatened by me," he laughs. "I don't know why you would, I mean, you're amazing too!"

"Shut the fuck up I am not threatened by your stupid perky ass," he scoffs.

Deku blinks. Fuck.

"You think my ass is perky?" He asks. Fuck. Shit. Stupid Deku.

"No! Shit, fuck you," he sputters, his face growing hot as Deku leans against the row of lockers. Still in his damn underwear.

He knows how damn attractive he is and it's annoying.

"You're pretty perky too, Kacchan,"he smiles. Katsuki fumes at the nickname. "But more so up here."

He grabs at his own chest to demonstrate.

Oh. Oh fuck.

"Shut up."

"Are you attracted to me? I mean, that's neat if you are,I think you're pretty cute, too," he offers.

Katsuki freezes and looks around the locker room, as if someone would be listening in.

"You know, we are the only ones in here, Kacchan," he shrugs. "We could definitely take advantage of that."

Poll #1 does katsuki:

"Yeah we should," Katsuki smirks. Deku chuckles and leans in closer, daring to reach out and ghost his fingertips across his collarbone.

"Kacchan is cute," he says, tone annoying as fuck. Katsuki rolls his eyes and pushes against his shoulders until Deku is against the lockers.

He tries not to think about how muscular and toned Deku is as his hand trails down his stomach, along the deep ridges of his abs.

"Hmm," Deku hums, all cocky now that he's about to get his dick wet. It pisses Katsuki off.

He hesitates before his hand goes lower.

Katsuki shudders as he palms Deku's hardened cock through his underwear. He's clearly got both girth and length working in his favor.

"Ah, wanna see it?" Deku offers. Katsuki blinks several times as something clicks in his mind: What the fuck is he doing?

Katsuki frowns and gives a sudden, sharp squeeze to Deku's balls. The other man yelps and doubles over as Katsuki grabs his bags.

"Fuck off Deku, I'm not that easy!" He shouts.

And then he runs out of the locker room.

---

The next day at practice is awkward.

Deku won't make eye contact with him, and Katsuki can't stop thinking about how big Deku's cock must be.

"You seem distracted," Ochako, Katsuki’s co-captain, points out. "That's not like you."

"It's nothing," he grunts, but gives himself away by glaring in Deku's direction.

"The new guy?" She asks, raising am eyebrow. "Don't tell me you have beef with him already."

"No beef," he mutters, eyes narrowing in further. Watching as Deku bends over to touch his toes. Mmm, yes. Fuck.

"Uh, hello?"

"Almost let him fuck me yesterday," he says.

Ochako is no stranger to his blunt way of putting things.

"Just almost? Jeez, why not?" She scoffs, following his gaze. Deku notices them staring at him, but neither of them look away. The guy just turns bright red and gives an awkward wave.

Stupid fucker.

"Because he's a cocky piece of ahit and I'm not giving up that easily," he explains.

"Giving up what exactly?"

"I don't know? My fuckin asshole? If I let him fuck me now, he's gonna think he can be friendly with me and shit."

Ochako rolls her eyes and groans.

"Right, because God forbid someone might actually want to be friends with you," she mutters. "You're so dumb sometimes."

"Am not."

"Are too! He's just trying to be nice and hell just look at him! Who wouldn't want their guts rearranged by that?"

"Gross."

"I'm right."

Katsuki rolls his eyes and tries to ignore her, even though she is right. Deku's probably a good lay and Katsuki is only depriving himself.

"Practice is over in 5, you should ask him to hang out with us."

"No way."

"Do it, Katsuki."

He sneers at her and considers it.

Poll #2 .... does Katsuki...

Katsuki grits his teeth as he marches into the locker room.

"Hey, nerd," he says forcefully. Deku pauses at his locker and frowns.

"Are you talking to me?"

"Duh, who the fuck else would I be talking to?" He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"Uh, okay. Can I help you?"

He presses his lips into a firm line. He would ask why he's being so awkward with him, but Katsuki did assault his balls just yesterday.

"A couple of the girls and I are going out for smoothies. Wanna go?" He sighs.

"Is this a trap?"

"The fuck? No. Why?"

"Ah, well, I mean, you were pretty rude to me yesterday. And now you want to hang out?" He questions. He has a point.

"Yeah," he says, firmly.

"Okay then . . . I'm just confused."

"Listen, I just wanted to send the message yesterday that I'm not some easy slut, okay?"

"I didn't think that," Deku insists.

"Mhmm, sure," he scoffs. "Either way, I will put out when I want to, got it?"

Deku cocks an eyebrow.

"Oh, but you /will/ put out hmm?" he chuckles, catching Katsuki's choice of words.

Katsuki frowns.

"I guess you'll find out" he shrugs. "So are you coming or not?"

"Yeah, sure," he smiles.

Stupid cute ass smile.

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They meet Ochako and Camie at their regular spot-a smoothie bar near where they practice.

Katsuki is not pleased. At least, he won't admit it if he is.

The entire time, Ochako and Camie just gush over how good he is.

"Literally the best backflip on the squad," Camie insists.

"Not true, that's my title," Katsuki chimes in. Deku has the gall to look amused.

"Oh, yeah, Kats, yours is great, but Izuku is amazing. Like, how do you get so much air?" Camie goes on.

"I do a lot of leg training," the stupid fucker says.

"Yeah? Let's settle this," Katsuki insists, getting up. "Outside. In the grass. We'll see who can do a better flip."

They all stare at him like he's crazy.

"You're on!" Deku says anyway. Camie and Ochako just sigh and follow them outside.

As they get to q grassy area, Deku leans in and mumbles something in his ear.

Poll 3: What does Deku say?

A: if I win, you have to put out
B: if I win, I get to suck your dick
C: tough luck, loser

"If I win, I get to suck your dick."

His breath ghosts over Katsuki's ear, sending a chill down his spine. He holds himself firm, trying not to seem fazed by his words.

Deku gives him a wink and saunters away.

Katsuki can feel the heat creeping over his ears.

Fucker! If he thinks he has any effect on Katsuki, he's fucking wrong!

Well, technically he's right, but Katsuki can't let him think that.

He catches up with the others and strategically avoids Deku's gaze as Camie and Ochako go over their criteria for a perfect backflip.

Katsuki can hardly pay attention though.

As much as he tries to will the thoughts away, he can't stop thinking about what it might be like to have Deku on his knees, mouth full of Katsuki's cock.

Fuck.

"Alright, Katsuki it's your turn!" Camie announces, and Katsuki blinks.

"Deku does first," he huffs.

"He already went," Ochako points out. Fuck. Was he really spaced out that much that he missed the nerds flip entirely? Shit.

"Tch, whatever," Katsuki says, stretching quickly as he gears up for his turn.

He jumps and tucks perfectly.

It isn't until he lands that he catches a glimpse of Deku smirking.

And then, instead of sticking the landing, her remembers Deku's promise er, threat, to suck his dick.

And he falls on his ass.

Accidentally? On purpose? Who knows?

"Oof, tough luck, Kats," Camie says, making a poor attempt to suppress her laughter.

"Fuck this," Katsuki grunts, embarrassment suddenly washing over him.

Deku probably just said that shit to try and throw him off. And Katsuki was stupid enough to believe him. Argh!

He rolls his eyes and stomps back inside, making a beeline for the restroom. He doesn't have to go, just needs to lock himself in a stall and get away from everyone for a minute.

He doesn't get much time to think, though. Because suddenly the bathroom door is swinging open.

He hears it shut and lock. Who the hell would be locking the bathroom-

Katsuki peers out from his stall, surprised to see Deku as the culprit. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised. He did offer to- wait did he mean right now?!

"What are you doing?" Katsuki says, accusing.

"I wanted to give you your prize . . . Or, well I guess claim my prize. I guess it's a prize for you, too," he smirks.

"Fuck you," he hisses. Only because he's nervous.

"Hmm, we could do that too," be chuckles.

"No, not here," Katsuki insists. This guy is unbelievable!

"Not here got it," he says, stepping closer and closer to Katsuki until he's backed up against the sinks.

As soon as he has Katsuki cornered he drops to his knees and pulls Katsuki's pants and underwear down to mid-thigh.

Katsuki is amazed at the way he just gets right to it.

Katsuki looks down at Deku's head, eye level with Katsuki's curious cock.

"I love it when it's still soft," he laughs, and quickly takes all of Katsuki’s growing length in his mouth.

"Oh fuck," Katsuki moans, gripping the edge of the sink. Deku stays as Katsukis cock grows.

"Shit," he gasps as his tip hits the back of Izuku's throat. As soon as he's fully hard, Deku starts to move,expertly bobbing up and down and making Katsuki wonder how many dicks he has sucked to get this good.

Katsuk lasts an embarrassingly short amount of time.

His stomach twists and instead of letting up, Deku keeps Katsuki’s cock in his mouth and grabs his balls as he comes, shaking and spilling down the other man's throat.

"Holy shit, Deku," Katsuki says breathlessly as Deku pulls his pants back up and stands.

He just grins.

"Imagine how it's gonna be when I fuck you," he says. He's so fucking cocky.

But Katsuki definitely wants to know.

Poll: What does Kacchan do:

"Fuck off," Katsuki hisses, shoving Deku away from him. As turned on as he is, he's still pissed at how full of himself Deku seems.

Oh he thinks just because he made Katsuki cum that Katsuki might be into him?

Well, yes.

But it's the principle.

"What?" Deku asks, looking g genuinely confused.

"You heard me. I said fuck off. You think I'd just let you fuck me?" He scoffs.

"Ah . . . Well, I guess I got the wrong message," he sighs.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Katsuki snaps.

Deku gives him a tired look.

"You just came in my mouth," he says. "I know you liked that."

"It's different than you sticking your dick in my ass," he says, but then regrets it as soon as the words leave his lips.

Because then his brain betrays him by imagining it. That thick cock pounding into him.

"Shit,"he whispers to himself. Deku's eyes flicker downwards, noticing the way Katsuki’s pants instantly grow tighter.

"Seems like you might like that, too," he hums.

"Shut up," he scoffs.

"Hmm, okay, Kacchan," he says. "I'll see you tomorrow in the locker room."

The next day, Katsuki can barely concentrate at practice. All he can think about is stupid Deku.

Stupid Deku with his Stupidly perfect handsprings and biceps that practically burst out of his uniform.

"Nice, Izuku! You've been killing it!"
People praise him left and right.

It's infuriating.

Katsuki has never felt this level of anger before, and he can't tell why. He wants it to be because he hates Deku.

But that may not be it.

Because Katsuki slips up and snaps at someone. Not Deku, though.

"Stop buttering him up, he ain't gonna fuck you."

He clamps his jaw shut as his teammates look to him in shock. Fuck. What?

"I didn't think he - what the hell, Kats?" Camie scoffs.

"You- it's your fault!" He shouts, pointing a flustered finger in Deku's direction.

"My fault?!" Deku gasps. "You are so confusing!"

"Shut up! You think you're so smart and are so fucking full of yourself," Katsuki yells. He's so fucking angry.

He mostly doesn't like Deku thinking he can look down on him. He also doesn't want people to think he would let Deku look down on him.

"I'm full of myself?!"

"Yeah!"

"Well that's funny, Kacchan, because you are so full of yourself you think you can just treat me like crap and act like a brat! It's very frustrating!"

Katsuki frowns.

And then snaps.

Poll: What does Bkg do