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Izuku was seriously contemplating a murder. He was 25, was two spots away from breaking into the top 10 but he was going to let it all go to murder his best friend. Why? Because she was currently strutting around his small bedroom throwing clothes to his bed, dressed in leather from head to toe. Now if Izuku was a straight guy, he probably would be on his knees for Ochako with how she was dressed, letting her crush his dick or whatever it was she liked to do with those pointy stiletto heels of hers, but he wasn’t. So, while objectively, he could appreciate the way that black leather mini skirt hugged her ass and even admire the way the hot pink leather bralette with way too many straps pushed her tits up to her chin, he wasn’t about to do her bidding for it.
“Chako-chan… We’re pro heroes,” Izuku tried again weakly but his voice barely got through as she continued sifting through his wardrobe. Then she stopped, turning to face him with a pout as she crossed her hands over her chest.
“Deku, your wardrobe is shit,” Ochako stated simply while glaring at him as if it was his fault that he didn’t have ‘appropriate’ clothes to go to a BDSM club.
“I already told you I don’t have anything to wear!” Izuku complained, crossing his arms over his head to hide the flush on his face and protect him from his friend’s glare.
“I told you a week ago that I was taking you out! And I told you to buy leather!” Ochako tutted, her tone firm as she tapped one stiletto heeled foot but Izuku just shook his head in his arms.
“I did!” He complained.
“No. That pitiful excuse for clothing is not leather nor is it appropriate,” Ochako snapped her tone no nonsense and Izuku groaned, letting his arms fall as he fell back on his bed.
“What do you want me to do Chako-chan?” Izuku wailed after a beat and he heard Ochako sighing as she tapped her way across his room.
“Welllll,” Ochako drew the word out and instantly Izuku was on the offensive. That tone from his friend was a dangerous one.
“What?” Izuku asked lowly, peeking at his friend out the corner of his eye to see her rummaging in the hot pink duffel bag that she’d brought with her.
“I had hoped that you wouldn’t be completely useless at this… but I did pack something for you just in case,” Ochako hummed and Izuku felt his blood freeze. “Here you go… Your subby little ass can wear these.” Izuku pouted at the comment and was about to say something about his ass not being ‘little’ but the words died in his throat.
In Ochako’s raised hands was a pair of hot pink leather shorts that Izuku just knew would get swallowed into his ass crack immediately, and a pink leather harness that looked all shades of complicated.
“No.” Izuku grumbled eventually, crossing his arms like a petulant child and looking away from the horrendous garments.
“You do not have a choice Deku. I told you to get something to wear and you failed, now get changed.” Ochako’s voice was no nonsense, a complete order if he’d ever heard one but Ochako wasn’t his dom, if that’s what it’s called, she couldn’t make him. His mutinous thoughts died in his head as he looked at the fire in the brown eyes of his friend and realised that One for All or not, she would, and could make him dress in her hot pink outfit.
“Why is it hot pink? People are gonna think I’m… I’m…” Izuku trailed off, unsure how to word it.
“Mine?” Ochako pressed and Izuku nodded.
“Yeah that.”
“Well, that’s fine. It means you won’t have random Doms approaching you all night,” Ochako said with a smirk and Izuku sighed heavily as he sat up.
“And what about when you go off and do whatever it is you do?”
“Well, you can either watch… or we’ll have found you a nice dominant to play with,” Ochako grinned and Izuku groaned before stretching out his hand.
Ochako let out a noise of glee and Izuku sighed heavily. He had no idea why he’d agreed to this. Work was tough yes, and yes, Ochako had heard him complain more than once about how he needed to have his brain switched off so he could just sleep. He had not expected her to turn round and tell him all about BDSM and how he was definitely a sub and needed a good dominant. He had railed against her for months about her ‘diagnosis’, then that night had happened.
Izuku had had the worst day at work. He was supposed to be manning an operation, but it went south practically immediately. He’d been thrown through a building, just because, failed to secure his target, lost a ridiculous amount of drugs in the process and then got reamed by Miruko for it. On top of that he got locked out of his apartment in the rain. He’d had to wait several hours for his landlord to even wake up because it was the middle of the night, and when he’d finally got into his apartment, he realised he’d left his window open, and the rain had soaked a silver age All Might poster. He’d called Ochako in tears of exhaustion and she had come around, sorted everything out for him, giving him soft, basic orders and put him to bed. The next morning, he couldn’t even argue when she told him once again that he was a sub and could benefit from having a Dom look after him every now and then. So here he was, dressing in hot pink leather with too many straps and allowing his best girl Ochako to take him to Midnight’s BDSM club. All in the name of relaxation.
X
Midnight’s club was exactly as he had expected it to be. Dark, cosy and lit with low red and purple lights. Waiters and waitresses moved through the club’s patrons expertly in skimpy outfits with Midnight’s name on a thick black collar around their neck and people were either sat at tables or dancing in the centre of the space. Looking around, Izuku figured the members of the club seemed to be an almost even divide between Doms and Subs, if their outfits were anything to go by. Some people were obviously in couples, the Dom exuding an aura of confidence with their Sub collared by their side. Occasionally those subs would be kneeling, or on leashes and Izuku’s eyes grew wide as he spied one Sub that was dressed only in artfully weaved bondage, a ball gag in his mouth and a lead held in the perfectly manicured hand of his Dominatrix.
“Come,” Ochako murmured to Izuku as she took his hand and began to manoeuvre her way to a roped off section near the back. Izuku allowed himself to be led, ducking his head down as he followed Ochako’s confident steps, it was easier after all, to just let her take charge.
They stopped at the edge of the rope and Ochako flashed a card to the man in front of the curtain who grunted, stamped both of their hands and then pulled the curtain to one side. The curtain was hiding a set of stairs, at the top of which was a smaller room full of masked people and Izuku no longer felt out of place in the pink mask Ochako had placed over his face and hair.
“Where are we?”
“VIP room. Pro heroes and important people are allowed to use this room to mingle, but we are free to come and go between rooms,” Ochako said softly as she picked her way to a table near a railing and sat down, gesturing for Izuku to sit next to her. Izuku took his seat quickly and then looked around with curious eyes, really taking in the room. This room seemed nicer than the other, the air softly scented with what seemed like jasmine, the seats a little more comfy and the music classier. Looking down over the railing Izuku realised that they were seated above a stage area that was currently dark.
“What-?” Izuku started to ask but Ochako simply flashed him a grin, pressing a finger to her lips before the lights in the room cut out and the stage light flicked on.
Izuku’s eyes were instantly drawn to the dark-haired man who strode onto the stage purposefully. He was wearing a mask that hid his eyes from view but Izuku didn’t really care for his identity. Not with the way his silk shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel. The man had an automatically commanding aura and Izuku couldn’t help but be drawn in, hanging on to his words. The man sort of reminded him of Kacchan. Colour bloomed in Izuku’s cheeks as he realised where his thoughts were going, and he shook his head quickly. He and Kacchan had finally settled into a close friendship, he did not need to go and fuck that up with a recurrence of his schoolboy crush.
“The relationship between a Dom and his or her Sub should first and foremost be one of trust…” The man began to speak and Izuku found himself sucked into the speech, listening intently as he began to explain a Dom-Sub relationship. Apparently Ochako had dragged him to an introductory lecture.
As Izuku listened he felt himself relaxing a little bit. When Ochako had invited him to Midnight’s club, he’d panicked, having already known it was a BDSM club. He’d had ideas of dominants tying up their submissive to cause pain and do what they wanted without complaint, but the more he listened the more he realised that he had it backwards. Apparently, a good Dom-Sub relationship was heavily focused on the submissive. Yes, the Dominant would get to act out their desires, but only with a submissive that wanted it, only with a submissive that had agreed it was okay in a contract and was willing to do it. And even after all the agreements between them, if the sub called their safe word, the dominant had to stop.
After the lecture, the dominant on stage easily segued into the beginning of a light scene, calling his submissive onto the stage. Now, Izuku had been expecting a small woman or a thin young woman. What he was not expecting was a guy with Kirishima’s tall and heavy-set build to step up onto the stage wearing nothing but a pair of spandex boxers. Izuku then found himself lightly surprised to find it a touch arousing at the way the dominant gently handled his sub. He commanded the other man with a voice that left no room for argument and the sub obeyed with soft whispers of ‘Yes Master’ which sent a shiver up Izuku’s spine. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips, Izuku watched as the dom tied up his submissive, weaving intricate patterns out of rope that criss-crossed his strong chest. With the bondage in place, the dominant stepped away, asked a few questions about his comfort and then began to circle him. He looked like a shark, closing in on his prey and Izuku watched with bated breath as the Dom unclipped a short whip looking thing from his belt.
“Is he gonna?” Izuku breathed to Ochako who chuckled lowly.
“Nah. This is an introduction, he’s just gonna demonstrate with some sensation play,” Ochako answered quietly. Izuku couldn’t even drag his eyes from the stage to look at her, especially not when the Dom began to run the tassels at the end over the Sub’s body, drawing quiet moans from him.
At the end of the scene, the Dom took his now trembling Submissive through a side door and the lights slowly returned to the watching audience.
“So, what do you think?” Ochako asked as she sat back in her chair, legs crossed primly with full confidence and Izuku blushed as he looked at the table.
“It-its um… It’s…”
“You’re interested aren’t you Izu-kun,” Ochako asked with a dangerous smile on her face and Izuku glanced away. He would be lying if he hadn’t wanted to insert himself as the Sub a few times.
“M-maybe?” Izuku mumbled and Ochako smirked.
“Come on then… let’s go get some drinks and you can have a look around.
X
Despite his original misgivings, Izuku continued to join Ochako on her outings to Midnight’s club. The second time he went, he’d made sure to drag Ochako with him when he went to buy ‘appropriate’ clothing, so he didn’t have to walk around in hot pink with all his scars out. Izuku had eventually settled on a green velvet shirt that reminded him of Kirishima’s winter uniform. The sleeves of the shirt covered his arms, shoulders and the very top of his chest ending high up his neck, but his chest and body were completely bare. The top strategically covered his very identifying scars. On his bottoms he wore shorts similar to what Ochako had given him, but slightly longer and not hot pink.
That second night he had gotten a lot more interest from other Doms, probably because he wasn’t dressed in Ochako’s collars, and Ochako had introduced him to a few of her friends, but notably, Shinsou Hitoshi. Shinsou had an interesting quirk to Izuku and he predominantly worked underground, so Izuku had never met the hero ‘Mindjack’, but it wasn’t his quirk that Izuku found attractive. The guy was taller than he was, muscular and lean in a way that came from hard work and he knew how to fight, how Izuku came to know that was his secret to hold. No one needed to know Izuku had hunted down the very few videos of the man available on the internet.
As Izuku became a regular at the club, so did Shinsou, which meant Ochako started to tease him about how she never used to see the purple-haired hero and now she sees him all the time. Yet despite her teasing she subtly pushed the two together, leaving Izuku in Shinsou’s care more than once while she disappeared into rooms with her chosen Sub for the night. Which was how Izuku came to be sitting on Shinsou’s lap one night.
“Don’t you hate when she leaves you like that for someone else?” Shinsou asked softly into Izuku’s ear, distracting him from his people watching and making him choke lightly on 3rd drink of the night.
“Wh-who Ochako?” Izuku spluttered when his airway was finally free.
“Who else? You come here with her all the time,” Shinsou said in a deadpan voice and Izuku froze as he looked at the purple haired man who had his arms around Izuku’s waist.
“Erm… me and Ochako? It-It’s not like that,” Izuku finally, finally choked out and then blushed at the surprise that painted the other man’s face.
“Oh? I thought you had a long-standing agreement,” Shinsou hums as his eyes track across Izuku’s face, tracking every movement as if to find a lie.
“No, no, no,” Izuku muttered quickly, shaking his head rapidly. “Ochako is my best friend, but I’m very, very gay.”
At his admission Shinsou just raised an eyebrow before taking a sip from his beer, but Izuku suddenly became aware of how the man’s hand subtly shifted lower on his back, fingers caressing his bare skin.
“Does this mean you’re without a Dom then?” Shinsou’s voice was low and gravelly when he next spoke and Izuku felt a shiver of…something track down his spine at the tone.
“Yes,” Izuku answered simply, quickly, something in Shinsou’s voice urging him to answer quickly. When he realised how fast he’d answered he blushed and looked down at his lap, only for Shinsou to raise his head with one long, gentle finger to his chin.
“Would you want one?” The words were still spoken in that low, gravelly tone but there was something silky about the question, something teasing and playful and Izuku felt fire race down his spine. Turning slightly wide eyes on Shinsou he spied the way the man smirked at him and swallowed thickly.
“I… I’ve never…” Izuku stammered, blushing as he glanced over Shinsou’s face.
“That’s okay… I can teach you,” Shinsou purred into Izuku’s ear. That deep, rumbling purr turned the warmth in his stomach into something hotter and Izuku let himself sit deeper into Shinsou’s lap as a garbled gasp of ‘please’ left his lips. “Come on then baby,” Shinsou murmured, and he urged Izuku off his lap to take his hand and lead him through the club confidently.