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They disembarked. Yagi, Mezo, and Eijirou walked ahead of them down the hall. Other travelers brushed their shoulders, some catching recognition when they lazily glanced at the bodies near them. Two beautiful women gushed, sneaked back sultry looks that promised a night of fun and sin and every man’s wildest fantasies. This impulsive, hideous thought nipped at him automatically, disembarking alongside him, how do I fit next to these people?
I’m not a stud.
No model.
No star.
No one knows my name
My face stampeded my mother’s photo album and nothing more.
How do I keep up with you?
How do we work?
How can I fit in your world, the one outside of our hometown?
How do I navigate the planets without a spaceship?
How—
Fingers took his wrist, took his hand—kept taking, and taking like a vacuum.
Took:
The voice of doubt, is this me, is this me? Where does Izuku end and the omega begin? Where does Katsuki stop and the alpha start? Where are the guidelines because I’m very lost right now?
Insecurities; look at those women, those men, with— Gucci handbags, David Beckham perfume, genuine Italian leather on their shoes, Rolex’s gold on point, heels that dared the stars, glittering diamonds on fingers and necks, teeth stainless designer dresses like bodysuits, tailors suits with a name on the tag, groomed, polished, the white case at Tiffany’s, strutting through the world like there’s gold underneath, zero percent body fat, Instagram followers up to the hundreds of thousands, riding yachts, taking private jets, in Ferrais. And I’m— and I’m lucky to get a comment on a Facebook post. These pants from Target, this watch from a thrift shop, my teeth yellowing slightly from all those expressos. They’re in the major league and I’m still in the junior. How can I match up?
The mess of his breathing, the crazy and erratic pitter-patter of his heart, the noise of anxiety stuffed like cotton balls in his ears, and settled it.
Left Izuku with:
Solid ground. Hey there, friend, when did I start floating away? I see the tunnel now, there’s light at the end; how did it get so dark a minute ago?
Perspective. Whoa it’s just us in this hall; where did those women slink off to? Why are your eyes on me? It used to be so different. You and me, two kids with heavy loads and no one to tell them what’s a positive outlet. I smiled. You raged. Now, we’re adults with heavier loads because age didn’t diminish demons but outlined them—see the failures unseen by kids and teens—but we’re wiser too. Open. Less clouded by impulsive emotions. More of that; third eye crap. Seeing beyond. Understanding more. I’m getting you, slowly. You’re getting me. I’m seeing what I couldn’t before. Is it good, what’s on your side of the mirror, the things you’re seeing of me?
Warmth. A slow working warmth navigating his bloodstream, taking his normal body temperature and skyrocketing it.
A critic to the doubts.
A shield to the insecurities.
Izuku had limited experiences with bonds, mates, the whole shebang— his father said bon voyage to his mother after trying for a year to rekindle the flame and the friends he made in L.A. suffered through broken ones, breezed through others, or vowed off bonds altogether. So personally, the response gave him one hell of whiplash.
Bonds worked in stages: infatuation, affection, lust, and then an almost telepathic/physic bond; and the final stage occasionally happened to some mates. There were mates who went their entire marriage without it happy as a peach. Other encountered it so fast and viscerally their lives were more hindered by it than enhanced.
He felt Katsuki’s sorrow back at the lake— that hard hurt like glass in your mouth— and were it not for Katsuki physical body and the hand connecting them, Izuku could mistake it for something belonging in him.
Before that, he was keenly intuned to his anger which he attributed to Katsuki’s strong alpha blood overwhelming everyone’s senses.
The most they shared physically was kisses and dry humps.
So when the hell did they skip all those steps?
Should this be a taken as some omen, if we break up then it’s going to hurt me, or a blessing, I’m not crazy to care about him? We’re not crazy, thank god I’m not a fool to be taking your hand on this journey, because you know, people are thinking it.
Izuku and Katsuki? Oh, boy.
God, it blew to be an omega. To balance the person out amid the primal state.
Katsuki pinched his nose; mouth crooked in a grouchy frown. He might have been talking, but Izuku was getting lost in him and these newly discovered experiences.
Izuku squirmed. “Hey,” he said, nasally, rubbing his nose now freed from Katsuki’s stupidly large alpha fingers.
Katsuki scowled, unconvinced, voice no more alive than the dead zombies on AMC. “You’re mumbling,” he mumbled.
Izuku didn’t call him out on his mumbling for the sole reason that his mother raised Izuku to keep his mouth shut when he had nothing good to say—which was more of a suggestion now in his adult years, like the handbook given to you at the start of your employment—and for the fact Katsuki did train hard days before the flight, walking back to his house like a zombie and blind to the thousand watt smile on his mom's face when he grabbed Izuku and tried to scale him like he could hide within Izuku if he pressed his face hard enough into his collarbones. Photos were taken. Evidence filed in his mother’s album, it would make a disastrous reappearance at Thanksgiving or Christmas when his mom decided she neglected the job of humiliating Izuku.
Also, on the record about the charges of mumbling against him:
It couldn’t be right because he was very deep in a mental breakdown mere seconds ago so, bull. Lies. Fake news. Alternative facts.
“What? I’m not,” he denied. Might have countered it with the truth, but the truth was a whopper of emotions.
Katsuki tapped his temple. “Up here you are. So shut that shit up, nerd.”
He literally broadcasted his anxiety attack on their first trip as a couple to Vegas, crap in a picnic basket. Izuku was almost too nervous to ask. “Did you hear it?”
“No?” Katsuki scrunched his nose, eyes rolled upward in search of a way to describe it. “It’s just loud.”
“Loud?”
“Yea. You smell loud. Like spoiled eggs but not like spoiled eggs. You get me?”
Well, that was nice to know Katsuki— his mate if the facts were correct according to his omega, who he would not trust given how enormous of a hoe he was—thought Izuku smelled like spoiled eggs. Very nice. Maybe he should drop the tidbit that Katsuki smelled like someone left the stovetop on for hours in an empty house.
“I smell like eggs?” He asked, voice pitched in horror.
“No,” he huffed. “It’s loud like eggs.”
“I’m an egg,” he gasped, deliberately.
Katsuki’s honey red eyes narrowed in suspicion. Slowly, he nodded, coming to the fact late that Izuku was teasing him. “I know when you’re fucking with me.”
“Alright, alright. I can’t help it. You’re too easy.”
Too easy.
Too cute.
Too much of Katsuki.
Too much of wow, my hands gotta learn him and my heart gotta know him.
“Bitch, I’m not…Fine, I’m kinda easy,” he admitted, then stressed out, “kinda,” with a hinting expression. A very dark hint, and Izuku had an idea they were no longer referencing Katsuki’s easy rise to anger but the easy ride to his pants.
Somehow his face, his smile, his words, his teeth baited more than arousal. Baited out fuzz. Playdough. Kinetic Sand. Izuku’s body had become these soft things.
Lord, have some damn mercy on his soul. No person alive should be able to accomplish so much with so little effort.
“You smell like gas,” Izuku said, face warm, body warmer, and groin…yea; and ew right in the airport, omegas lived with a world devoid of shame or decency.
Any sexual intimacy flatlined. “Hold the fuck up, I smell like farts? That’s gross as hell.”
Izuku laughed, leaned on the wall for support because the absurd speed from sex icon Katsuki to dork Katsuki, who made fart noises with his armpit during their Christmas recital, was spectacular and probably faster than the speed of light.
“No, no,” he giggled so violently, spit dribbled down his chin. “Haha. Oh my god.”
“Screw you. You smell like…” He struggled, mouth parted with abortive sounds.
Izuku impulsively remembered Katsuki in the fourth grade where their teacher had each student read their book report out loud; Katsuki managed to convince her that his ‘dog’ ate his homework and barfed out a surprisingly well-constructed report. A feat only accomplished after he ran to the bathroom when he experienced a bout of stage anxiety where he bleated out like a goat for thirty seconds.
“Not that fucking great either.”
Man, who knew that little, cunning, adorable jerk would be here, treating him to an all paid vacation in Vegas with a side of feelings and naughty groping.
Izuku recovered, briefly, and wheezed with tears in his eyes. “N-no.” his breaths hiccupped. “Like gas.”
“Stop calling me gas,” he barked, cheeks pink with embarrassment.
“No. Kat—haha, Katsuki. Like gasoline.”
“Why the hell didn’t you say that?”
“I did, gas alpha.”
He threatened, not unkindly. If anything, it was flirty and suggestive. “If you weren’t my man, I would destroy you.”
Izuku sucked on his lip, cocking his head as he asked, “What do I smell like?”
“You smell like Mothman,” Katsuki snorted.
“I thought he was fake,” Izuku hummed, confidently.
“Fine, you smell like Neito’s gym socks.”
He gasped. “You’re so mean.”
“You just told me I smelled like a lighter.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Besides the fact lighter fluid doesn’t smell sexy?”
“I mean, I thought its cause you’re hot—,” And Katsuki demonstrated no sense of humility at that, smirking proud and obnoxious; Izuku sighed. “And no, not like that—wait. Okay. A little but like hot inside.”
Katsuki teethed his bottom lip with one canine and tongued the tooth next; the light in the hall seemed to think it was very important to highlight the gloss of spit left behind. “Deku,” he chuckled, low like a secret. “Are you trying to get at my ass because that’s a fucking open invitation. Get at whatever. You’re VIP at the Baku Club.”
“KitKat,” Izuku sighed, the nickname blurting without thought. He squeaked in surprise.
“Oh no you don’t,” Katsuki cursed, the fire in his voice muted out by the brilliant blush of pink on his cheeks. “I’m not having you and jackass call me that. You know he shouts at that matches. Jay-Z asked me why Eijirou was yelling that and if he wanted a Kit-Kat from the store.“
Izuku muffled a giggled. “Aw.”
“No,” Katsuki snapped, trying to intimidate Izuku from laughing but it made him laugh louder. “No ‘aw’. Jay-Z thinks Eijirou has a Kit-Kat fetish.”
“It’s cute though. When I see KitKats I think of your silly face.”
“Silly?” He scoffed, overdramatic. “Bitch, you mean perfect.”
“A perfect KitKat,” Izuku teased, mind filling with understanding at Katsuki’s previous statement cause he was loud inside at Katsuki’s agonized groan.
“God, don’t call me that.” He tipped his head back, blonde bangs flopping with. “And keep the noise in here on mute. You’re good, okay, so shut up.”
“Hey,” Eijirou wandered back. “Got a few paparazzi’s waiting on ya out there.”
Izuku tensed up.
Crap, he didn’t think he would have to deal with them until the night of the match. He forgot that outside their hometown, Katsuki had a celebrity status and plenty of appearances publicly to make his face recognizable. It made sense for people to linger around the airport for a glimpse or an interview.
And how long would it be before the photo of him and Katsuki leaving the airport hand in hand surfaced on Buzzfeed or TMZ?
Katsuki clenched his hand, waiting for Izuku to look up. “We can go separately,” he said, and Izuku really appreciated that. The instant response to watch out for him.
He felt silly though, being worked up over a few cameras and unknown viewers through a screen. Like come on, who had problems with people questioning his worth because he was dating a pro alpha.
“I mean,” he clapped a hand on the back of his neck, smoothing the skin with an anxious energy. “There’s no point if we’re together.”
“Yea, but if you want it to stay out of the public eye then we can do that. I don’t want you freaking.”
“No. I signed up for this. Just…do I look okay? I don’t look gross right?”
Katsuki bumped his finger under his chin and led him up for a kiss. Pressed one light, not intention to rile a chase out of Izuku but he still felt like running to him. To those lips. He said, breath fanning over his mouth. “Shut the hell up, you look good, nerd.”
“I don’t have anything in my teeth?” Izuku peeled his lips back, poking the surface of his teeth for stray bits of food.
Boldly, Katsuki leaned in and licked them.
Izuku went stock still, processing that. “What is wrong with you?”
“You’re fine.”
“You licked my teeth,” he said, hand pressed to his mouth in mild shock. “That’s so gross.”
“Yea, that’s not the grossest thing I’m gonna do to you,” Katsuki flirted, and while they were in the city of sin it did not give Katsuki blanket permission to act like a sinner.
“Katsuki!”
He purred, a hand placed so precariously low on his back that a centimeter more and Katsuki would be palming his ass in broad daylight. “Gonna eat your booty.”
“Oh my god!”
Encouraged— jerk—, Katsuki husked. “Your cum.”
His skin would melt off any moment if Katsuki didn’t stop. “God.”
“You spit.”
Eijirou whistled, and waved at the turned heads to remind the couple that they were not alone and this was an ‘alone’ conversation behind thick cement walls. “Hey, still kinda here,” he chirped. “Hearing you say all that nasty shit. Maybe you should save that for when I’m not here or something. You know because I don’t want to know that you eat ass.”
“You can’t say a damn word. Not after you sent me pictures of your shit.”
Izuku redirected his face of disgust at Eijirou now. “…You’re both nasty.”
“KitKat, they’re impressive.”
“Not when I’m fucking eating!”
[x]
“Ready?” Katsuki asked, face changing right before Izuku’s eyes from the alpha behind the name and the camera to the alpha fighter. All hard beauty and sharp teeth.
Izuku didn’t know if he should share him with the public anymore
He swallowed, the apple of his throat bobbing. “Am I going to be on the internet?” He asked, fear attached itself to his feet like cinder blocks with each progressive step to the end of the hall
“Probably.”
“So no pressure,” he laughed, anxiously. He had the most painful grip on Katsuki’s forearm. Bless him for enduring the half-moons his nails would leave after this. “Crap. I feel like puking.”
“As long as it’s not on me.”
“Don’t say that, you ding dong.”
Eijirou howled.
Katsuki stepped on the heel of his Jordan’s. “Asshole.”
“My babies!”
“Oh god, oh god.” Izuku panicked.
Lights, cameras, and, Katsuki! Katsuki! Mr. Bakugou, how are you feeling about the match? Bakugou, hey, Bakugou. Who’s that on your arms, Bakugou, huh? Do you really think you can even reach Yagi’s level, come on, man? Be real! Bakugou!
Security intercepted within minutes and flanked them from the terminal all the way to the car. The voices followed. The questions aimed to inquire for fans and for rage. Katsuki answered a few briefly while he walked with Izuku out the airport, the less friendly questions he ignored or bit off a snotty comment to the haggler. Izuku tried to mute out the probing questions about him, oh that a boyfriend? Model? Escort? Is it serious?; tried to curb the pulse of anger when one particular douche canoe ‘I’m doing this to celebs because they can eat some shit every once in a while’ told Katsuki to enjoy his perch at the top while it lasted.
The shut of the limo door silenced the world, blacked out the people hidden with lenses and blocky cell phones. In seconds the mod dwindled away in the back windshield. They’re stuck in traffic, bumper to bumper, nobodies in the sea of cars. The driver blasted the AC.
“See, no puke,” Katsuki said with a proud smirk. “My fuckin’ little champ.”
“That guy was a dick. Is it always like that?”
Katsuki pillowed his arm behind his neck and touched where his sleeves ended and the skin began, ghosting his fingers over the freckles there. “Sometimes. You’re gonna get people who hate you no matter what. Eijirou has them too, right?”
Eijirou nodded, less excited about the topic. “Yea. It sucks. You really gotta watch yourself around those people or they get to you.”
“Yagi too. Like people are fucking bogus to him on certain sites. And Yagi’s like the chilliest dude out there.”
“I guess you really don’t think about that. With celebrities, it seems like all money and praise.”
“It’s half and half. There are people who like you and chill with you and others who are there for the moment or a spotlight. It’s not like Hollywood level of deception but you got fighters who are two face.”
The light of Eijirou’s phone illuminated his sharp teeth. “Yagi just texted me. Said for us to check in without him, apparently the meeting is going on longer than he thought. Mezo should be there by the time we arrive. We should hit the casinos.”
“The fuck, I’m hitting one thing,” Katsuki said,” And that’s a fucking bed.”
“He’s just salty because he lost two grand last time. He wanted to pull a Barney Stinson thing.”
Izuku gasped. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“Well I wanted you to think I was cool. Nothing’s lamer than a guy losing all his fucking money in the first hour”
“You’re the least coolest person on planet earth, Katsuki,” he laughed, snuggling comfortably into Katsuki’s side.
“Eijirou, does the penthouse have a pool?”
“Yea,” he hummed, distracted with uploading a photo to his snapchat. “Think it’s an infinity one.”
“Great, I’m drowning Deku in it.”
“Wait, we’re staying in a penthouse? Oh my god.”
Katsuki checked his nails coolly. “I mean, yea, no big deal for me.”
Izuku pinched him. “Shut up. You didn’t say we were staying at one. I feel so bad now.”
“Don’t.”
“Are you even budgeting your money? You don’t have to go so far for me. Really, don’t spend so much money on me.”
Katsuki shoved his face away softly. “Shaddup and let me fucking spend my shit on you, prick. God.”
A flash from the corner surprised both Izuku and Katsuki, who entered in a staring contest about Katsuki’s reckless spending habits. It was beyond adorable to be treated to these luxuries he would never have but Izuku didn’t go for Katsuki based on his bank account or his fame. He didn’t want Katsuki to think Izuku appreciate diamonds and private jets over his hand in his and a lazy Sunday morning in bed with awful morning breath and unruly bedhead.
Eijirou folded his legs, tapping on the screen with a proud grin.
“Did you fucking put us on your chat—I’m checking—you dick head.”
“What?” Izuku asked, leaning on Katsuki to see the picture of them in the limo , with the texts ‘lol #when bae gets mad at you’. “Eijirou.”
Click, another picture joined the story.
“Stop Snapchatting this,” Izuku laughed, reading the caption attached to the close up of his stern face ‘dark!Izuku unlocked’.
Katsuki cupped his stomach, head resting on the seat as he roared throatily at the picture. “Look at your face, Deku. It’s the funniest thing.”
His contagious laugh wormed a wide smile from him. “Shut up, donut man.”
Silence. Then a sharp inhale. “You made a vow,” Katsuki growled.
“And you laughed at my face,” he huffed back, teething hard against a smile.
“You’re getting it tonight,” he warned, and the darkness attached to those words weren’t menacing or malicious. Curled a low, addictive heat Izuku was developing a fast dependency to.
A new picture popped up. ‘mom and dad about to get it ON’
“Okay.” Katsuki handed Izuku his phone and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’m fucking getting you.”
“Ah, KitKat!”
“Stop snap chatting!”
“Dude, you’re touching my dick,” Eijirou crackled underneath the pin Katsuki molded him in, phone impressively still in his hand and clicking away pictures of Katsuki.
“What the fuck, ew.” He moved his hand, then with an honesty so adorably genuine and out of place with Katsuki’s crude manners, he said. “Deku. I swear I wasn’t going for his dick.”
Izuku watched the snap, choking back tears at the blurred image of Katsuki’s hair with his cheeks red and his eyes wide with fury. “I believe you, babe.”
In Las Vegas and Izuku was giggling away inside a luxury limo with shifting lights on the ceiling, a mini bar, a paid chauffeur; heart and mind free of the greed for money and sex. People came for the sin, the rush of the machines spilling dices, cards, and numbers on a promise of a carefree life; for the topless dancers in diamond stubbed thongs and white heels; for a world away from real life. Vegas was an escape city. Yet Izuku couldn’t wait for the dinners, the sun streaming in the window and on Katsuki’s face, for the motel TV bright at midnight, for the moments in between the large ones, for the chance to hold Katsuki’s hand in new places with new backgrounds, for the happy thought that one day they could look back at this trip.
Remember when we went to Vegas?
Remember when I was scared to get off the plane?
Remember when we couldn’t stop laughing during the drive?
[x]
Izuku: hey, what does Tenya smell like?
Ochako: accounting and Harry Potter.
Izuku: LMAO.
Ochako: No. For real.
Ochako: Wait. How does Baku smell like?
Izuku: Led Zeppelin and sleeping past midnight on a school night.
Ochako: This is why I love u. U get me.
Izuku: Love you too.
Ochako Now u go get some D for me.
Izuku: GIRL
Ochako: BOY
[x]
“Oh my god.” Izuku pushed the glass door and stepped out on the white balcony of the Palms Casino Hotel.
Cars rushed below him as he gingerly leaned over the glass railing that partitioned around the balcony. Luxury cars. Limos. Party bus with tinted window and blue lights. People milled on the streets, many tourists stopped on the corners with a map while the locals zipped on by for their shift. Businessmen and women with swollen pockets waved for a cab, their wealth worn on their bodies. Every building seemed grander than the last. Many made with reflective glass that captured the working world as the day passed. Dusty mountains hung in the distance, colored with blue shadows as the sun dipped closer to the horizon.
Izuku had seen extraordinary sights before—he’d lived in L.A. for the better part of eight years and went around the city and beyond when he bought his car—but he could say he was a bit stunted here. So out of his element. So out of his league. The stairs at his house had a built up of cobwebs and dust.
How the hell was he standing here, in the air with glass walls, a blue pool, and the sun so near he felt like Icarus?
Arms slithered around his waist. “Good?”
“I..I don’t think I’m worth the price of this room.”
The teeth sank into the back of his neck, and none of it was that cutesy nibbling bull you saw in the movies. No, Katsuki nipped him like a mean dog. All the bite.
“Katsuki!” he whined, head turning to bite Katsuki back because it did sting and while they may be boyfriends and Katsuki did have the warmest eyes across the planet to that lull Izuku into La-La Land, the rogue in him reared up in challenge.
That challenge quickly shriveled up under Katsuki’s glare.
A legitimate Katsuki Bakugou Trademark glare. It threw him for a loop for a second because the anger in it was so distinctly similar back in elementary school where Izuku and Katsuki competed in the spelling bee. They were neck to neck, upped only by Shouto, of course. Katsuki had stammered over the word ‘gargantuan’. Izuku didn’t, and so he spent the final fifteen minutes on stage trying to spell octopus, exacerbate, devastation with Katsuki in the audience mean mugging him like he was meticulously plotting out Izuku’s death over his humiliating defeat.
He didn’t.
He called Izuku ‘Mr. Einstein’ and told him his dinosaur eraser, his consolation prize for second place next to a blue ribbon, was lame.
It was the same flame in his mature eyes; probably not plotting his death or anything like that over his failure in the sixth-grade spelling bee. But still, anger.
“Last time, Deku,” he warned; Izuku was not only feeling so insanely attacked but was actively being attacked with a second sharp bite. “I’m spending what I want on you. You’re worth it.”
God what a child—wait, what?
He bit him for that?
“But—“
Bite. “Nah.” Fourth bite. “Zip it.”
“Don’t be childish,” he said. What was the price of this room per day, huh, a million? Billion? For Izuku? He didn’t know if Katsuki normally holed up in such luxuries before this and if he asked, Katsuki might fight him on it.
“I’ll throw you in the pool.”
A pool on the balcony, people. Izuku Midoriya was in the sky and had a pool to submerge and stare at the little people.
“Katsuki.”
Katsuki mouthed his neck again.
Izuku said before he felt the curl of his lips parting for another bite. “Okay, if you bite me one more time and not make it sweet. I’ll throw you in that pool.”
“Oh yea?” Katsuki rumbled deep and naughty.
“It won’t be pleasant,” he informed him. That ‘oh yea’ was not one of apprehension and he wanted to fix that fast.
“Yea, my clothes will be all wet and I’ll have to take my clothes off and be naked.”
Well…when you put it like that…
Izuku turned around, biting his way into Katsuki’s curled mouth. “Get in the pool.”
Katsuki tongued his canines obscenely like a snarling dog. And this killer heat just dropped in his gut out of nowhere that he had a troublesome time standing and not oh kneeling, because he should probably get on his knees and take Katsuki’s cock in his mouth. For real this time. No VR crap. Hands on experience. But the glass digging at his back and Katsuki’s front kept him horizontal; shame.
Something slutty glinted in his eyes, and Izuku started mentally writing out his will because he knew trouble when he saw it. Knew a lethal situation when it came speeding for him. Knew Katsuki had good plans on royally melting him from the inside out.
“Make. Me,” he purred.
For someone having said ‘make me’, Katsuki didn’t put up much of a fight to Izuku’s hands pressing him backward to the pool. Katsuki fished out his phone and chucked on the lounge chair before he kicked off his shoes and wadded on the steps and into the water.
Izuku followed his example—bye phone, later shoes— and hissed from the cold lapping up to his waist.
Katsuki inhaled a breath and ducked under the water, surfacing back with wet bangs and speeding droplets on his face and his white shirt practically see through.
Izuku would like to thank Yagi for the hard program and Jesus for making Katsuki pretty and cut. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Yagi. He would cherish these gifts.
“Get wet.”
“I think I kinda need you for that so…” Aw, nice to see that slutty inner omega of his make a spectacular return to the field. It had been too many hours since Izuku thought about Katsuki naked and rippling over him.
Punctuated silence with Katsuki speechless and in the perfect setup for a photo shoot until he remembered words and how to use them. “…Fuck. Is it too soon to say I want that so bad? Like fuck, you’re pretty and, shit. Thinking about that.”
Izuku cupped his face; thumbed away a wet strand of blonde pasted to his skin and planted a kiss to that moving mouth. And then it moved again, different, without words.
Not gonna lie, having the ability to silence Katsuki Bakugou, the loudest mouth in his hometown, was karmic. “You’re mumbling,” he teased.
It took Katsuki several seconds to reboot his brain. “No. I got a fucking gorgeous man dropping these sexy bombs on my ass.”
It was Izuku’s turn to flounder. “G–gorgeous?” God, it sparked such a violent feeling to have Katsuki call him these things, to touch him openly and possessively, to have Katsuki take and hang him like a painting in an art gallery.
Izuku was a late bloomer when it came to looks. He had been too plain or cutesy with his scrawny limbs and large eyes to warrant a gorgeous. Yet Katsuki was slapping the word on him like it was common sense. Like telling Izuku sunsets were pretty, that oceans were mesmerizing—like get with the program, Izuku.
“For the last time, yes. You. Are. Handsome as fuck. Like what the fuck, you have the most CGI eyes out there. And you’re hair, it’s like a soft cat.”
“Stop, stop.” Izuku closed his eyes, face hidden in safety behind his hands. Breathe, you’re just in Las Vegas penthouse with a pro alpha turned boyfriend who should be nominated the sexiest man alive this year. ”You’re making me turn into a tomato.”
“A fine ass tomato. Do you plan on coming out, tomato boy?”
Ha, and die from Katsuki Exposure? He thought not.
“No. I’m very happy here. Thank you for asking.”
“How are you gonna see the kickass room I got you though?”
“Describe it to me.”
“Fine, but we gotta take our clothes off. Wouldn’t want to get water everywhere.”
Oh yes, we could not have that. Water, oh the humanity.
Water moved as, Izuku theorized with his visually impaired state, Katsuki got out of the pool. The zip of a fly and the wet plop of clothes freaking buzzed up his spine. Yea, yea, he had Katsuki’s balls in his mouth but it was a dream. They’re not in dreamland.
Before he could get too worked up over it, Katsuki was guiding Izuku up the little steps and pulling on the button of his jeans. “Gotta take these off.”
“Why did I get in the pool again?” He asked, nerves really partying it up as Katsuki pants him to his underwear. The end of his shirt was the only damp part so Katsuki let him have that.
“To get me naked or something,” Katsuki said, the noise of the Vegas strip cut to a muffle when he shut the door.
“Oh yea.”
“So, we got some fucking rugs. Those modern looking ass chairs that are fucking shitty to sit it. A fire pit. TV. Weird statues. Kitchen is just silver appliances and marble counters.”
“Yea. Nothing special there,” Izuku commented.
Katsuki walked him further; slowed at the bathroom door to turn the knob and give it a kick. “ Alright, the bathroom is pretty tight.”
“Is the showerhead impressive?”
Katsuki left him to check, the dials turned soundlessly and water hit the walls. “Does it sound impressive?” The high walls and stone steps added an echo-y sound effect to Katsuki’s voice
“Very,” he laughed.
Katsuki shut off the water and returned. “Okay. That’s a closet. That’s another closet. Pool table. Bar. And, oh, the bedroom. Got big ass windows for you to look out of.”
“Really?”
“Yea. The bed’s pretty big too.”
“You don’t say.”
“Probably could fit two people.”
“Hmm. Two people?”
“Two.”
Izuku lowered his hands, found Katsuki outrageously pretty with the blue and lavender sky chilling behind him and his honey red eyes aglow like something out of a movie. Thought about how funny the turn of events was once more for a moment until he started to realize Katsuki had nothing but some wet black briefs on right now and why was he wasting a chance to kiss him in a penthouse.
Put that into action by stepping closer until their toes touched, and ghosting his hand up Katsuki’s solid chest, started to burn like a mad star when Katsuki shivered with this insanely dark heat in his eyes. The room smelled like lighter fluid, and he took a lot of pride out of coaxing Katsuki’s alpha.
“Let’s test that out,” he said, feeling the divide between himself and his omega slip until they’re one big fat human suit of need and sex.
Katsuki’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “I’m gonna have a hard time keeping my hands to myself, Deku.”
Izuku showed him that was not a problem by taking Katsuki’s hand and curling it around his ass. “Who said I wanted that?”
“You are fucking too much. Holy fuck.” The whole building should be quivering with the deep bass in Katsuki’s voice. That soft, whiney groan leashed at the back of his throat like he was trying and failing by the sound of it, to keep up the wall between him and the alpha.
And you wanted a wall between you and an alpha. There was a reason they had stricter laws, a reason alphas were excluded from the rest of the world when it came to professional sports. Alphas didn’t play with humans on the football field unless you wanted your human players to fall into a coma. Alphas didn’t compete in the MMA or UFC tournaments because the first one locked a guy in a choke hold so fast and powerful that he created hairline fractures in the bones.
So you wanted that barrier up at all times unless you wanted that kind of trouble knocking on your doorstep and Izuku did—
On his doorstep.
On him.
Basically any part of him that could take Katsuki, wanted his hands there.
Don’t worry, he was a rogue. He could take an alpha.
“Put me on that bed, alpha.”
Katsuki whooshed a harsh breath of air out his mouth. “Fuck.”
“Too much?”
“Um, yea, cause I’m pretty fucking sure I might break you if I do that.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
[x]
So they kind of killed the afternoon sun with kisses and hip rolls on a California King. He should feel bad—Las Vegas quite literally waited outside their window, a world of experiences and everything but nothing felt better than being cooped up in silk sheets with the AC going and Katsuki’s jet-lagged body drifting in and out of sleep to kiss Izuku until he couldn’t manage it.
This was his… sixth return?
Izuku figured out a TV appeared behind a panel and tuned it to Animal Planet, idly watching the litters of kittens and pups while he crawled out of a quiz hole.
Katsuki hugged the pillow, smooshing one cheek to look at Izuku with one blinking eye. “Are you on BuzzFeed right now?”
“Yes,” he chirped. “I’m doing a quiz to see what kind of dog I am. You wanna take it after me so we can see if we’re dog compatible?”
Katsuki went on his elbow, glaring at the headboard with sleepy eyes.“I fell asleep.”
“Yup.”
He crashed back into his pillow. “Did you come? Cause I remembering jerking you off.”
“No. Actually, you fell asleep and you started snoring. It’s really hard to finish with you being such a dork.”
“Fuck. Get here.”
“Or you can watch cute animals with me and take a nap whenever,” Izuku suggested sweetly. “Just cause we’re in sin city doesn’t mean we gotta be sinning.”
“You sure?”
“Yea. Come here,” Izuku placed a pillow over his lap.
Katsuki grumbled up to his hands and knees, shuffled over, and plopped down like an old dog.
Izuku tugged the covers over Katsuki and set his phone aside as the quiz pended the result in favor of rubbing Katsuki’s scalp. “So what kind of dog are you?”
“Let’s see.” He picked up his phone, scrolling down, fingers still busying through the alpha’s hair. “I’m a…Golden Lab.”
“Eijirou had one,” Katsuki mumbled.
“Oh yea?”
“Yup,” he hummed, looking up at Izuku as the memories flashed back and brought out a sleepy chuckle. “He called it Snickers and that dog always tried humping me every time I came over. We had to lock him out Eijirou’s room when I spent the night.”
“In the dog’s defense,” Izuku laughed.
“He was a little shit, I dunno, dogs are fucking stupid but sweet as hell you know.”
“My mom works at a shelter so yea. I always wanted one but it was a lot of money to have a dog at the time so I just did a few hours walking them.”
“Me too. Started liking them then.”
“There was this one dog that I loved. He was a Siberian Husky and chocolate and he loved to be hugged. He would just push his body against you until you did it.”
“Did he get adopted?”
“Yea. Really fast. He was too sweet for a shelter….They were a good family though and you fell asleep again.”
Katsuki snored, loud and obnoxious with his mouth opened.
Izuku kissed his forehead, so damn alive right now. So damn grateful. So damn happy with this slumbering alpha who flew him first class and snuggled him to death in one of the wildest cities. Beautiful women and men danced in the clubs, on the stage, walked the streets—all easy and willing to spend one frisky night with a pro alpha—and Katsuki shrugged it off. Looked so peaceful to let that fast life pass him in a flash.
[x]
Izuku: [picture message sent]
Izuku: I cant. He’s so cute. Help.
Ochako: AWWWW
Ochako: wait a dilly damn minute here are you in A PENTHOUSE, IZUKU MIDORIYA??
Ochako: confirm now or I will call ur mom and tell her ur in bed with a boy.
Izuku: WHY U GOTTA SNITCH
Ochako: confirm now
Izuku: it’s the Palms
Ochako: I want to beat u up rn. I’m here eatin mint ice cream and watching Family Feud with Tenya. And ur in vegas. In a penthouse.
Ochako: u bish
Ochako: I pray Mothman comes for your soul Izuku Midoriya!
Izuku: lollol. BUT I LOVE U!
Ochako: when u guys get married it better be in Hawaii and my tickets better be paid in full too bitch
Ochako: and I love u too
Tenya: did you mean to send that to group? Cause I’m upset you’re in a penthouse without us.
Izuku: omg
Tenya: me and Ochako just did our taxes and we’re eating our financial fears with ice cream.
Ochako: we should have got with a rich person, baby. Then date each other on the side and spend that sugar money on us.
Tenya: NEVER! I would rather be poor and live in a cardboard box with you than date some sugar momma.
Ochako: BABY
Izuku: okay, please stop blowing up my phone. I’m going to sleep.
Ochako: IN. A. PENTHOUSE.
[x]
Izuku reached for his cell, arm extended out from under the silk sheets like a reanimated zombie clawing through the earth. The full force of the sun and the intense brightness of the screen made him squint and answer the call with a sleep-heavy voice.
“Hello?” He yawned as he took in the million dollars room and that billion dollars view out the floor to ceiling windows. Perfect except for one thing, no Katsuki snoring in a starfish pose.
“Were you sleeping?” Katsuki asked on the phone. “Lazy.”
He rubbed sleep from his eyes, the world still foggy and unclear with it. “I’m sorry. Where are you?”
“I did a podcast with some guy. Talked with a few reporters. Hyping up the match.”
“Shoulda woke me up,” he laid his head over his arms, disappointed that he slept away the opportunity to tag along to Katsuki’s public appearance. He had reservations over his own public exposure but he wanted to be there for Katsuki and it would be a neat thing to see his boyfriend working under the limelight.
Izuku pictured that obnoxious curl to his mouth as Katsuki said. “Woulda but someone played quizzes to one in the morning. Even Eijirou loud ass didn’t wake you up. Figured you could use the sleep.”
“Thanks, KitKat.”
“You need to call me something else.”
“I’ll think of something special to call you. So when are you heading back?”
“Like an hour or so,” he said. “Traffic is fucking stupid right now, some asshole tried crossing three lanes. And here goes another asshole. Nice driving! Anyway, got one more errand to get done, then we have the whole day.”
“Oh. What are we gonna do?”
“Have your ass ready in an hour and you’ll see.”
Izuku laughed, the sound a drowsy mumble in the quiet room, and his eyelids drifted close, near sleep again. He blinked rapidly, fighting the urge. This bed was a deathtrap. It either lured you to sleep or into sex. “Okay. I’ll see you then. Drive safely, please.”
“I’m an fucking excellent driver,” Katsuki defended.
Izuku folded the pillow to prop his head up. “You are such a liar.”
“Shut yo mouth, nerd. Oh yeah, real quick, you can order room service if you’re hungry. It’s on me.”
“You’re making me feel so bad,” he mumbled.
After Katsuki passed out from fooling around, Izuku went exploring. Oh-ed and aw-ed at the modern furniture, died from the sublime water pressure, smoothed his hands up and down the silver appliances, and revisited the balcony for a second viewing, still amazed at how high he was and how little the world became at his feet. And while during his self-issued adventure around the penthouse, he said the listing of food you could order at the desk and the, um, ludicrous prices. Excuse me, but thirty for a burger? Nah, he would go to Wendy’s and get six for half the price and a frosty.
So, yea, not enthused to have Katsuki bill out fifty for a full breakfast even though his stomach grumbled from going on nothing but a morning bagel. And yes, he was too polite to order food on the plane, okay?
“Why? It’s just money.”
Izuku tried not to take Katsuki’s reckless spending personally. It was sweet. He wanted Izuku to experience the best, but good god.“I guess I’m not used to this.”
“Get used to it.”
He rolled his eyes fondly. “Okay, boss.”
“Seriously. Fucking eat. I’ll call the desk myself.”
“Alright,” he sighed. “I’ll eat, pinky promise.”
“Good. See you, Deku.”
“Bye, Katsuki.”
[x]
Izuku sat cross-legged on the balcony with a steaming plate of eggs, waffles, and bacon and cup of coffee with the dusty mountains far in the distance . Ochako was rightfully jealous when he snapped the picture.
Ochako: bitsh
Ochako: WHY U DO THIS TO ME
Ochako: now I want waffles! I’m working rn, omg
Ochako: I hope UR enjoying urself
Izuku: I am now :D
[x]
Katsuki: Here. Come down.
Izuku cupped his hand against the sun, checking the text a second time to make sure he didn’t read it wrong seeing as Katsuki wasn’t in the casino floor nor out in front where the valets exchanged keys for tips. One sport car after another rolled coolly down the road. Another model, another beauty, another millionaire, another strung-out father/husband/boyfriend passing through the casino’s door.
Feeling more than underdressed with his simple button up and dark jeans and the thousand dollar wardrobes waltzing around him, Izuku grabbed his phone again to call Katsuki about the holdup. He listened to the ring, sidestepping a model. A sleek white Lambo with black rims honked. One of the valets practically skipped to the car. The driver door folded up. Fancy. Like the movies. Izuku thought it was pretty cool and; oh my god—
“Katsuki?”
Katsuki set his elbows on the roof with a smirk. “Sup.”
“Please tell me you did not buy that.”
“What, hell no, it’s a rental.” Katsuki waved the valet off, then smoothed his hand rather sexually on the roof. If he wasn’t so insanely earnest for Izuku’s approval, this move might come off a bit douchey. But they were dating, so. Cute; absurdly cute. “You like?”
Izuku approached, experiencing some vertigo. “I—I need a minute.” Or like, forever. The car was worth his college tuition five times over.
“Have your minute in here.” Katsuki rounded the car and popped the passenger door. “Sit.”
Izuku went in, numb mind you, from the astronomical cost that was tallying since the flight. He appreciated the gesture but Izuku lived at one point from paycheck to paycheck, learning to cut corners, eating dollar store food, and living without cable or internet for a few months. His mother struggled when his father left and the experience engraved a strict habit of saving in him.
So to see Katsuki spend ,god knew what, to rent a Lambo for a day kind of spun his ass around in circles.
Katsuki revved the engine and eased out the driveway. “Did I fuck up?” He asked once he peeled on to the street.
“What, no, no. I’m just processing everything.”
“Okay…” Oh no. Not that daredevil smile. Do not use that on him, it wasn’t fair. Katsuki wiggled his brows. Full playboy smirk on overdrive. The car wasn’t the only thing revving if you knew what he meant—sorry, slutty omega. Whoops. “Do you wanna process how fast this thing goes?”
“Katsuki, bad. Very bad. Don’t you—“ Izuku’s back collided, firmly, to the seat as Katsuki gunned the small stretch of the unoccupied street. “Oh my god, you manic!”
“Whoo!”
Izuku clawed frantically at the expensive black leather, cars blurring to splashes of colors. “We’re going to die!”
“Nah,” he snorted, coolly holding the wheel with one hand and the stick with the other. “I’m good with sticks.”
“This is not the time for a dick joke, Katsuki!”
Katsuki grabbed his hand, squeezing tight. A mini gesture of comfort, maybe? Or just for the thrill of throttling in a million dollar car with his hand in Izuku’s, but either way—
“Both hands on the car, please!” He shouted.
“You damn nerd. Fine. Hands on the car, happy?”
Izuku made the cross.
On the expensively blue lit radio, words boomed—
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me
[x]
“Won’t they get mad?” Izuku asked as they stared out at the mountains.
A warm honey glow ran over the jagged peaks, the shadows harsher with the low afternoon sun. The shadow fell over them too where they played off road with the Lambo and parked on an unmanned trail. Vegas buzzed in the distance, a mass beacon of light. Katsuki drove him around the city, wasting gas but giving Izuku his personal tour, as he rattled off random thoughts or memories.
I met a cool ass trans girl there.
Bought shrooms once here.
Oh, man, Yagi and I killed this place every night after training. Best fucking gyros on the damn planet.
Apparently it was a ploy to ‘Pretty Woman’ Izuku. According to Katsuki, Izuku wasn’t premiering the fight in anything on the racks from Target. No, high class. Top shelf. Izuku stopped checking the price tag on the third suit. Really, the zeros were not helping. Ignorant bliss was better. And his butt looked, don’t cringe, but hella fine in those slacks and Katsuki was attentive to find a green silk tie to capitalize on his eyes.
It would take some time for Izuku to get anywhere comfortable about Katsuki showering him, but the grins he reserved when Izuku gawked or gushed at the fine luxury items made it easier.
“Who?” Katsuki’s low voice rumbled behind him, relaxed too with the colors and the landscape empty of cameras and people. His hard arms coiled snugly around Izuku’s waist as they sat on the hood. They’re veiny and cut when he flexed the tendons there.
Izuku could touch them forever—did when he wasn’t overwhelmed by the mountains or Katsuki’s eyes.
“The people you rented this thing from.” Izuku tapped the metal. Gingerly. Then got back to dragging his hands over Katsuki’s forearms. ”I’m no expert but I think Lambos aren’t good semi off road.”
“I just raised the value of it,” he said.
“There’s that big old ego.”
“Wait,” Katsuki said and Izuku craned his neck back. “I have an ego?”
He bopped his nose. “Shut up, you goof.”
“So…” Katsuki hedged; honeycomb red eyes dipping away from the contact Izuku made. The body language was voluminous on its own without the aid of Katsuki’s scent—loud with a sticky texture enhanced by the smell of the road and the uncrowded desert. “You like it then?”
“My stars,” Izuku touched his fingers to his lips. “Is Katsuki Bakugou blushing?” He teased, really fucking grateful for that—that behind the scenes footage Katsuki allowed more and more. The breadcrumbs to his mind and soul. Money, penthouses, and cars were great but he lived for the transparency.
Katsuki turned his head away. “Dick.”
“Wait, wait, I’m kidding. Bring that face back to me. There we go.” He kissed him, lips ablaze like the god of thunder himself shrunk himself down to the size of an atom and danced with his great hammer, making storms, disrupting sound with the violent rumble of thunder. “Much better.”
“Damn,” Katsuki breathed, the air coming with it worked like a cool layer of frost on his swollen lips. Izuku didn’t know how they would balance real life in between these nuclear kisses.
Were they gonna grow stale?
Would he stop getting swallowed up by a simple peck?
Like, damn, he might need to exercise self-control to live a normal life.
“And I like this,” he said, sincerely. “Thank you for bringing me.”
Katsuki blinked, caught off guard and unfamiliar with the proper handling of the soft emotion in Izuku’s eyes. A beam of sunlight streamed over his vision, forcing Izuku to squint up against the glare as Katsuki looked away .
“Uh, well, yea. Not like you’re doing me a favor here…I want you here too, I guess.” A film of self directed cringing had Katsuki squeezing his eyes shut.
He corrected it. “Fuck ,um, I can’t talk for shit right now.”
Izuku tapped his chin, guiding him back so he could watch his face and not the hard profile of it. “You’re a goof. It’s okay to goof around me.”
“Nah, I got an image, Deku.”
“A goof image,” Izuku said in a conspiratorial whisper.
“You fucking little marshmallow shitbag.”
“Goof, goof, goof.,” Izuku announced to the wilderness, giggling at Katsuki’s attempts to silence him. He clamped his hand over his mouth and Izuku countered it by worming his fingers under his jeans to the sensitive dip in his hip. Katsuki’s hand dropped, weakened and shivering. Izuku shouted again. “Cheesy goof.”
Katsuki seized his jaw, and it literally took a nanosecond for Izuku’s smile to dwindle and for the warmth in his body to turned syrupy and thick with sex.
“I’m fucking shutting that mouth for good,” Katsuki said in that deep, deep rumble growl and Izuku didn’t even think about it, just did it or maybe his omega did, but his legs spread open and there was an added, lewd curl to his back that strategically had his ass pressing close against Katsuki’s cock.
“I mean if you have too—mmm.” Katsuki cut him off right there, which was really smart because not a damn thing smart or witty or intelligible was coming out of his mouth anytime soon.
Nope, just garbage noises. Garbage breaths and moans. Garbage hands in Katsuki’s hair.
“That’s what I thought. Ain’t so tough—fuck. Kiss me again.”
Izuku backed his ass, really shameless now. Smiled drunkenly with a moan as he felt Katsuki swollen and hard. Yea, that was all for him now. All his. “Something’s poking me.”
Katsuki groaned, grabbing Izuku’s hips to continue the grind. “Well someone’s ass is rubbing me and kissing me. “
Izuku tipped his head back on his shoulder, more than okay with Katsuki dry humping him on the hood of a million dollar Lambo in the middle of nowhere. On board with the one hand that strayed from his hip bone to the soft inside of his thigh, groping and squeezing up to his cock but never giving Izuku the hot thrill of palming his dick.
Izuku could smell fire, gasoline, smoky wood, and unattended cigarettes.
Katsuki nibbled down the side of his neck, yanked impatiently at the collar, stretched so it dangled loosely on his body, and exposed the skin of his shoulder, then kissed it softly. His nerves felt absolutely violent when the kisses turned into wet open-mouthed drags. Started to feel the point where Katsuki’s hands and mouths weren’t filling him up quick enough.
Felt that omega talk, you know, the one crying for cock. Crying to suck on one. Ride on one. Driving all other thoughts outside his mind. Making him wet, and hell, he shouldn’t have picked out these jeans—but they made his butt so cute and damnit, now Izuku had to worry about soaking through his clothes.
Katsuki pressed his nose under his jaw, inhaled, and moaned. “Fuck, man. God fucking damn it. Fucking smell so good right now.”
“Could we—ha, fuck” Izuku moaned cause—sweet Patricia— Katsuki’s hand was not dilly-dallying on his inner thigh. Was now cupping his cock over his jeans before that became old news and slipped his hand inside his jeans and underwear. Found Izuku’s shape real quick and started working his dick like an expert
Whoa, Izuku couldn’t look away from the sight of Katsuki’s big hand stroking under his clothes.
Izuku tried again cause he needed dick at this point, honestly. As slutty as it came off, he needed one in some part of him or he would cry. It was that bad. “Can we…Katsuki, baby, can we—in the Lambo.”
Katsuki popped off from where he was sucking a deep hickey. “What?”
“Can I blow you?”
Oh, oh man Izuku did not know what to do with the dark noise Katsuki made. His tough body violent with vibrations. “Holy fuck. Yeah. Shit, yeah. Right now right now, right?”
“Yes, silly.” With Katsuki, ahem, processing the proffered blowjob, Izuku switched the dynamics. Pulled Katsuki’s hand off his cock so he could straddle his lap, expensive Lambo be damned. Screw it, he would pay out of pocket for the scratches and smears his sneakers made as he climbed the hood. He needed this.
Living for the real-life feeling of his legs parted on Katsuki’s lap. The stretch you felt, you know, when you got up on a person. The little ball of fire blazing in your gut cause you could do some much damage in the position. Could drag out the foreplay with shallow ruts. Could end it by grinding against that cock.
“Right now right now,” he purred, paying Katsuki back for earlier, and tugged vengefully on the straps of his muscle tee. Helped himself to his strong neck and defined shoulders.
“C-cool,” Katsuki said, un-coolly. “Yea. Don’t feel you have too because of the money or anything—“
“Katsuki.” Izuku drew back, flicking Katsuki on the nose for his attention as he climbed off his lap and started his slow descent down to the sand. Katsuki watched with heavy eyes. “ You could take me to McDonald's and I would still want to blow you.” Izuku felt a little lightheaded from the gaze but he managed the slow transition from standing to kneeling at the bumper of the Lambo. “I want you.” He looked up.
Really.
Really.
Really liked the position from below with Katsuki speechless, breathing out his mouth loud like a lawnmower, and his hands splayed wide on the hood.
Izuku helped him spread his legs and slotted right between his thighs. Felt up those thighs, hard even through the coarse fabric of his jeans, and teethed his lower lip playfully when his fingers brushed over the large bulge.
Katsuki shook, head cocked downward. “Izuku.”
“Is this for me?” He kissed him over the zipper.
“Fuck,” he whined. “All for you, Deku. Hard as fuck for you.”
Izuku laughed, the sound more breathy and lewd than he intended. “So generous.”
Katsuki snorted. “That’s me, Mr. Generous.”
“Oh, but you have been. First class. Penthouse. This car. My clothes. I think you deserve a little something for being such a good alpha.”
Katsuki moaned. “C-come on, man. Fuck. You know that ain’t fair.”
“What, calling you ‘alpha’?”
Katsuki visibly trembled.
Oh, Izuku could do a lot of damage with this.
“It’s like a shock collar,” he delighted. “Alpha.”
Katsuki’s palm slipped on the hood. “F-fucking. Shit, shit.”
“This is great.”
“Oh yea? Omega.”
Izuku tingled. “H-hey.”
“Still funny?” Katsuki smirked, his lips dipped in honey gold from the sun that peek-a-boo behind one small pointy mountain peak.
Should Izuku be offended or aroused that even the sun was feeling Katsuki up?
Decided it was hot, but thought it would be much hotter if he sucked Katsuki in his mouth and shut down that smirk for good, then got to it. With no forewarning, Izuku pulled his zipper, yanked his clothes down to the middle of his thighs and swallowed his cock.
There was no smirk now. Actually, he couldn’t see his face currently with the way Katsuki had his head dipped back.
And—
Okay.
Normally, Izuku could suck a dick and not write a novel about it. Sometimes a blowjob was a blowjob, you sucked, licked, pumped, and done. Could be done in his sleep honestly depending on his mood and his current sex drive levels.
So Izuku was no noob when it came to dick sucking.
Except for now cause he had Katsuki’s cock in his mouth and there wasn’t a word to describe the deep heat buzzing in his blood at the length of him, the musky taste, the fat girth. Izuku literally needed a second to thank God for this moment.
“Izuku,” Katsuki said, looking so awful. Poor thing had a shiny gloss on his face.
Izuku dragged his mouth slow off his cock, stroked him as he said in a cock roughened voice. “I’m gonna make you feel good, Katsuki.”
Then started with his mouth pressed daintily to the head of his cock, kissing it. Moaning low as pre-cum painted his lips like lip gloss and Katsuki choked up a storm of groans. Did that until Katsuki was at his limits, was at the point that his thighs trembled on either side of Izuku’s head, and took damn mercy on them both and opened his mouth wide, sliding Katsuki’s swollen cock as far as he could. Izuku never had the desire to deep throat a guy until now. He wanted Katsuki far and deep. Wanted to choke on him. Wanted to struggle for air because Katsuki was fucking his mouth with his fat cock—
Katsuki’s fingers dragged him out his thoughts with their reverent touch mapping his stretched lips. “Deku. Damn.”
Izuku suctioned his mouth tight and sucked up, circling his tongue thickly around his sensitive head.
Katsuki lost his grip that kept him upright on the hood, and slammed heavy, his hips rocking up tentatively.
Izuku puffed a raspy laugh and kissed up the shaft of his cock. “The car,” he reminded.
“Fuck the car. Your damn mouth.”
“Do you want to fuck it?”
Izuku was delveloping an unhealthy dependency to Katsuki’s shivery moans. “Y-yea. Can I?”
Izuku moved up, knees protesting, and laid on top of Katsuki, jeans chafing rough from where their hips pressed together and rutted, and pulled him into a messy kiss. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Ditto,” Katsuki said between the brief parts of their lips.
“Jerk, stealing all my good lines.”
Katsuki nipped him, voice re-entering a dark plane of reality as he said. “Yea, yea. Now,” he gave Izuku an encouraging push down; which had no right being so hot but Izuku was living for the strength in his hand, for the pressure, for the command. “Get back down there.”
Izuku took that order and made some minor adjustments to it. Went down as requested, but he also hiked up Katsuki’s shirt to his chest and nibbled excessively on the hard ridges of his abs and enjoyed himself too fiercely when the wall of muscles hollowed and quivered under his tongue. Lingered there for a minute and started an addiction for Katsuki’s tummy shivers and laughed every time Katsuki let out a small moan and glared down at Izuku in return.
And while the view up was grand and amazing, the one below it was better so— went down. Felt way, way too good just getting on his knees again. Felt bomb with his hand wrapped around Katsuki’s hot cock, swollen and red with want. Could not and did not fight his moan when he got his mouth back on him. Slipped his cock deep and relaxed his throat, then looked up to signal Katsuki to go for it.
Katsuki cupped the back of his head, and watched his hips pump in slow and easy and then back out wet and glossy. He rolled his eyes back with a soft groan. “Fuck. No way I’m gonna last long.”
Izuku replied by fucking his mouth up and down. Worked Katsuki like a lollipop with wide licks and lazy swallows and deep hums around the sensitive head. Added his hands and used the slick tear dropping down his cock to jack him off too, roll his balls, feel them heavy and hot in his palm.
Probably looked straight up omega with everything. Red lips. Pink cheeks. Coarse breaths. Heart a battle drum with that hot honey need carving claw marks as it centered right in his hips, in his dick, his ass.
Didn’t mind it because, damn, it was shredding Katsuki the hell up. Having his cock leak and pulse like a desperate thing, like nobody sucked him off before and Izuku knew without a doubt that was not true. You saw Katsuki; and part of you, no matter how reluctant, wanted to bend.
“Izuku. O-oh fuck, gonna make me cum fast like that.”
The way Katsuki said it as though that wasn’t Izuku’s sole purpose for breathing right now. Did he really not anticipate the red curl of want in Izuku’s cock at that? Did he expect Izuku to slow or pull off completely? Cause many things would have to happen first before Izuku did anything else.
Izuku reached past his hips and squeezed Katsuki’s ass in answer.
Yea, cum.
Roll your hips.
Take my mouth.
Then breathed through the blistering hot pumps Katsuki unleashed, cock dragging so hot and wet against his tongue, between the fire hydrate red of his lips like he had no control. Couldn’t see or think past his own pleasure, just had to fuck…
“Izuku, Izuku. Fuck yeah, baby. Fuck. G-gonna. Shit. Close, Izuku. So close,” Katsuki choked, neck jerked back like some invisible force snapped it and came.
Izuku swallowed it, which if you ever had the unfortunate experience of enduring a mouth full of cum then you knew the horrid, bitter taste of it, yet Izuku found the taste pleasant. Strong, but definitely a more manageable. Not that Katsuki’s cum had any relevancy on the possibility of future blowjobs, but it struck him odd.
Katsuki, on the other hand, shared no reservations about tasting cum as he snatched up Izuku’s chin and slipped his tongue inelegantly deep in his mouth to taste it. He whined and let Katsuki manhandle the tilt of his face and the movement of their kiss.
“You swallowed,” Katsuki said as he maneuvered Izuku on his lap, carefully mindful of his softening cock and the coarse fabric of Izuku’s jeans.
Izuku attempted a laugh but it came out shredded, like he smoked cartons for half of his natural life and abandoned the idea on talking for the moment, and buried his nose under Katsuki’s jaw and let that Bic lighter fluid sail him down a river of calm.
Katsuki had no sudden speech impairment, so he said. “Must like me a lot then, huh.”
There was nothing profound in his words.
Nothing profound in this moment.
Nothing profound in kisses and public sex, but—
It kind of felt, profound. Big.
Maybe it the omega afterglow rewiring his brain temporarily but he had an un-ignorable feeling in his body and it latched severely to every part of him, telling Izuku, alphaishere.
Izuku stared at him, wordless with his feelings, and kissed him. Still unbelievably hard as hell but so, so, so gone on Katsuki. So consumed by the dopey grin sketched sluggishly on his face
Katsuki hummed deeply into the kiss.
Their future held so many unknowns, so many question marks, so many alternative paths—
But, this current one, held answers, visible roads, an attainable future where Izuku worked in their hometown for the remainder of the year until Katsuki roped him into a getaway and flew him across the world.
Izuku hugged him. Close as he could physically be, but still tried his damnest to make it closer.
The wide desert rumbled with the speakers as the sky above them filled with the color of plums and honey—
Hey (hey) What's the matter with your head? yeah...
Hey (hey) What's the matter with your mind and all your sighing?
And-a ooh-ohh
Hey (hey) Nothin's a matter with your head, baby, find it
Come on and find it
Hey, with it, baby, 'cause you're fine and you're mine
And you look so divine
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
[x]
“Am I going too fast?” Izuku asked, driving a snail pace on the road.
Katsuki crackled as cars blared their horns and sped around them, middle fingers raise and directed at Izuku, who was too stricken with panic and nerves to take notice of it.
“Deku, you’re fucking going 20 in a Lambo.”
“I don’t want to crash it! I’ve never driven stick, why are you doing this to me?”
Katsuki leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Shut up, nerd. You’re doing fine.”
A Chevy blazer pulled up next to them, rolled the window, and shouted, “Asshole, learn how to fucking drive!”
Katsuki did him a solid and answered on his behalf with a, “Don’t make me fucking get out this car, asshole!”
“Oh yeah?!” The driver yelled.
“Yea!”
Izuku brought up his hand and hid his face from the driver while he scolded Katsuki. “Could you not?”
“Dad! That’s Katsuki Bakugou!” One of the kids announced from the back, head poked between the front seats.
And that was how Katsuki and Izuku wound up on the side of the road with a family of five and taking selfies with the low sun.
“Sorry about that,” the dad said, clapping Katsuki’s hand in a friendly handshake.
“Eh, road rage.”
“Hey, how about we take one for you guys?” He pointed at Izuku and Katsuki. “You know, scrapbook memories. You’re gonna want them when you guys get older together.”
Katsuki shifted his gaze on Izuku as he sat huffily against the Lambo with his arms crossed and mood sour. “Yea. Come on, Deku.”
They posed next to the car with the mountain a rose gold in the background.
“You jerk,” Izuku complained, unhappy he couldn’t stay mad for long.
Katsuki’s nose dipped into his curls with a baritone laugh. “I’ll drive.”
“So irresponsible,” he went on.
“Guess it’s a good fucking thing you are, right?”
Izuku ruined one of the photos by turning his head, and blinked in wonder at Katsuki’s hard profile.
Omegas and alphas, mates, they balanced each other.
They were balancing.
[x]
Izuku submerged his feet in the pool and pillowed his head on Katsuki’s shoulder. It was the night before the match and Katsuki spent most of the morning in the gym with Yagi. Izuku went and watched on the sideline as Katsuki’s fists pummeled into the bag, speed so blinding his hands blurred and Izuku could not keep count of each successive strike. They explored the strip after a meal where Katsuki flicked on a pair of dark shades and a baseball cap to ‘conceal’ his identity. A few fans recognized him and Izuku only minded a little when Katsuki dropped his hand to pose for pictures. They crashed in the penthouse afterward with the whole crew, drinking beer while they shared humiliating stories about Katsuki to Izuku.
The lights of the strip lined the harsh bones of his face. Katsuki turned his head and Izuku saw plum, gold, white, and red fall over him.
Izuku tapped his chin, drew him in, and kissed him senseless while the city colored them in bright lights.
“Nervous?” Izuku asked.
Water whispered in the silence of the sky. The white lights under the water illuminated it an otherworldly blue. Katsuki’s calloused feet were comically large next to his as they played footsie in the pool.
“Pfft.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Izuku said.
Katsuki slotted their lips.
Izuku’s eyes drifted automatically and fell into it.
[x]
“Kiss for luck,” Katsuki said outside the locker room.
Izuku stuck out in the back halls with his thousand dollar suit, hundred dollar tie and shoes, and his hair actually presented in something close to classy. Back here, it was mostly behind the scenes people—fighters, trainers, nutritionist, buff security in clothes two sizes too small, and local reporters. Even Katsuki dressed more casual than usual; flexible basketball shorts, a thin tank, and old Converse. The suit for the after party was back at the penthouse, which they planned to drive back too so Katsuki could hop into the shower.
“Thought you didn’t need it.”
Katsuki checked him out, again, like his body physically compelled him to; and Izuku might be dolled up in an expensive suit with front row tickets to the fight but none of that matched to the beautiful feeling of Katsuki acting like a teenager. All lames excuses for physical contact. Fleeting glances, and suggestive lip biting. “Fine, I want an excuse to kiss your lame face.”
“Okay. Here, one for you,” Izuku listed, pecking their lips. “And, one for luck.”
Katsuki hummed, fingers clawing into the once tamed curls of his hair and undid all his hard work.
“My hair,” Izuku complained as he combed it back into some variation of suave.
“It’s better the regular way.”
“I worked so hard to look nice though.”
“When the fuck did you ever need to work hard for that?”
“You’ve been holding out on me.”
“Well, you were kinda annoying,” Katsuki joked.
Yea, so annoying that was why Katsuki forcibly stitched himself into every crevice of Izuku’s life. Annoying that Katsuki’s hand did not know a place other than his body. Annoying that Katsuki rarely went a day without making an ass of himself in some tragically cute attempt to impress Izuku, who was more impressed you could be deep in a person. Could get lost in them like a maze. Could spend a century walking through the halls of their body and never get out. Could be Alice in Wonderland and never resurface out the dream and into reality.
Yeah.
So annoying…
Katsuki’s warm gaze lulled his, locked it, trapped it, suspended him. And maybe Izuku’s face was transparent right now cause Katsuki reverted back to the ego-heavy grin.
“Cheer for me,” he prompted.
Izuku laughed. “Maybe.” Cheer? Izuku was going to fanboy so hard Katsuki might cringe.
“Oh, can I get a kiss too?” Eijirou walked out the locker room and hooked his arm loosely around Katsuki’s neck and made kissy noises.
Katsuki pushed his face. “Get the fuck—off!”
“Don’t deny our love anymore, KitKat.” Eijirou twisted his hips and tried to climb Katsuki by hiking his leg over his hip.
Katsuki groaned, turning his cheek away from Eijirou’s puckered lips and gagged. “God, your breath smells like Taco Bell, stop.”
Izuku giggled, then snapped a few pictures while Eijirou occupied Katsuki. These would look excellent on Facebook. And for blackmail. What, they’re boyfriends but that didn’t mean Izuku would play nice all the time.
“Your dick is rubbing me. Stop!”
“Whoops.” He climbed off and publicly adjusted his crotch. “He got out of his cage, my bad. Back on the leash you go.” Eijirou reached for Katsuki again.
Katsuki pulled a Neo move and defied gravity, narrowly avoiding Eijirou’s hand. “Fuck no. Get your gross dick hands off me.”
“Alright you two,” Yagi laughed, appearing like a father whose passion was his children as he clapped Katsuki and Eijirou on the shoulder and kept them apart. “You can play with Bakugou after the match.”
The interaction between Yagi and Katsuki, with this incredulous wide-eyed look and Yagi’s lion deep rumbling laughter as Katsuki tried hard to melt his face off with his nonexistent mind powers, filled Izuku up. Like, look at these people giving Katsuki a second chance at a family.
Look at this guy who chucked rocks at old houses because the glass shattering was better than the animosity in his home.
Look at this jerk, it took him about twenty-five years to get a little less jagged, but we’re all works in progress. You got bad shit in your suitcases, don’t pretend, and it was okay for you to be this slanted photo frame. Life was about overcoming obstacles and the biggest ones were inside you.
They came a long way.
Still going up this way.
It wasn’t perfect.
It was how people got along. Steps forward.
“Oh, ha-ha. Funny, Yagi.”
“Go get dressed.”
Izuku blew him an air kiss.
Yea, he would totally berate himself later for the cringey act but he couldn’t get to Katsuki with Yagi in the way.
[x]
Izuku watched Katsuki through the fence, gut-knotting a sour sensation as both fighters took position on either side of the cage.
The Alpha Pro League functioned as a hybrid birth child of boxing and MMA. There were five rounds of two to four minutes of length where each fighter was tasked with the goal of bringing his opponent down. This might a solid K.O. If the fighter jumped to his feet under thirty seconds then the round continued. Judges wrote scores on the sidelines on technique, styles, effective strikes, grapples, etc. If the fight ended at a draw, then judges referred to the total score of each fighter and decided the winner.
APL also had the notorious rep for career-ending injuries and disabilities.
Fujimi lacked the height and girth of Katsuki but Izuku knew a smaller body didn’t suggest a weaker fighter. Plus the mean mugs he directed at Katsuki showed Fujimi had every intention on winning and taking Katsuki down a few notches.
No matter the outcome, Izuku wanted Katsuki in one solid piece and far from the ER.
Yagi stood outside the cage and talked to Katsuki as he danced on the balls of his feet and loosened his joints. Aside from the mouth guard he had popped in, he was walking into the fight with nothing but his high waist black shorts and wrapped hands and feet.
Izuku bounced his knee. Breathe, you worrywart.
Eijirou pulled out of his conversation with Bruce Willis and cupped Izuku’s ear against the clamor of voices in the stadium. “Don’t look so tense. Kitkat’s watching you.”
Izuku jolted when he checked, smiling shyly at Katsuki.
Right, his scent was loud when his emotions ran unsavory. He needed to work on that.
Katsuki and Fujimi walked to the center of the cage, a feet apart from one another as the smell of each alpha flexing overwhelmed the stadium. Nothing could’ve prepared Izuku for it. It smelled like the dry heat in L.A. with a rampage of forest fires charring the clean air. Few alpha scents could affect Izuku with his rogue status, but this shit made him want to bend bad in submission. Show off his neck and ass. Present himself well and good as an omega.
Excellent, Izuku was blessed with the unlucky combo of a hard-on with his heart in his throat.
The beta ref stood between them, unaffected by the strength of it and issued the first tap of the bell.
Fujimi made the first move, primed for the sound, and barreled his fist to Katsuki’s stomach, sending the alpha staggering with his mouth issuing out a gust of air. He leaned into the momentum, striking fast instead of hard in order to back Katsuki to the fence.
Izuku had to physically restrain himself to the chair. His rogue kicked in, slamming its body at the cage of his rib, in pain at being idle when Katsuki took hit after hit.
Yagi slapped the fence when Katsuki stumbled back into it, “Bakugou. Do not let him grapple you down!”
Katsuki’s head snapped back with the force of Fujimi driving into him. Hands slithered for the back of his knees, aiming to unbalance Katsuki, but Fujimi oversight to grapple Katsuki down left him exposed. And Katsuki free.
Katsuki folded his arm; dropped his elbow repeatedly on Fujimi’s back.
Fujimi gritted his teeth, spit drooling past his teeth as he endured the hits.
Katsuki’s right foot lift for a moment only to come back down and planet firmly into the ground long enough for Katsuki to push off it and fly his fist at Fujimi as he hopped back to recover.
The stadium swelled with noise. Claps of ‘Baku, Baku, Baku’ overlapped the boos.
“Fujimi, stop fucking wussing out!”
“Ha, nice to nice Bakugou get his ass wrecked!”
“That was close,” Eijirou breathed.
Izuku looked at him to elaborate.
“Katsuki’s bad with grapples. Fujimi doesn’t have the power but he’s insanely good with grappling. Half of his wins were from forcing a fighter to tap out.”
Izuku forced himself to swallow his nerves. “Crap.”
“Katsuki knows his play now,” he assured. “He’s just gotta keep standing for the five rounds or he’s toast.”
“I thought Katsuki was faster.”
“He is but he’s still pretty heavy for lightweight. There’s like a 15 pound difference between them.”
The round continued like that—Katsuki on the defense and Fujimi working offense as he tried to unhinged his balance. The timer ran out as neither fighters took a 30 second K.O. The APL judges looked over the score sheet, calculating the tally on the round.
Katsuki drank water and talked to Yagi.
The ref grabbed the mic. “First round goes to Fujimi.”
“Fuck,” Eijirou cursed, then jogged past the guards to smack the fence.
Katsuki squatted, listening, then smirked in response to Eijirou.
Eijirou returned to his seat. “What did you tell him?”
“Same thing Yagi did. I think Fujimi’s two strategies are to pin Katsuki or beat him technique-wise.”
“So why didn’t he just, you know, knock him out?”
“Oh, well, he did get a little messed up. Katsuki isn’t invincible,” he laughed. “Fighting’s a lot slower and messy than movies... Are you okay?”
“I really want to be in there,” Izuku admitted.
The bell rang out.
Round two.
The audience broke away from their side conversations and focused back on the approaching fighters. Fujimi charged swift, fists halfway to his chin. Katsuki moved slower ,and Izuku wanted to scream for him to get his ass in gear and kick alpha butt, when the reasoning behind Katsuki’s slug movements came to action.
Katsuki sidestepped Fujimi at the last minute, dodging under the length of his extended arm, then locked his arms like a snake around Fujimi’s neck and jabbed his knee for the back of Fujimi’s kneecaps and threw him hard into the mat. Fujimi’s head bounced once, but he couldn’t linger in his pain for long as Katsuki drove his foot down. Fujimi rolled to the side, went on his knee, and swiped out his leg.
Katsuki’s leg went out under from him and he was on his back.
Eijirou and Izuku stood up, yelling with the crowd. “Get up!”
Seeing the opening, Fujimi slid across the floor on his knees and got ahold of Katsuki, manhandling his jerking body into a grapple but Katsuki snapped his calves tight around Fujimi’s waist with the strength of a boa constrictor and head-butted him.
Fujimi crashed back, body falling limp on the floor, eyes closed. The jumbo screen zoomed in on Fujimi’s face as a track of blood oozed from his hairline
Katsuki hopped to his feet and paced the ring, his gait slightly sluggish from the literal head-on collision. Blood smeared his forehead; Izuku couldn’t tell if it was Fujimi’s or his. The crowd waited as the ref started counting down.
Katsuki stumbled against the fence, fingers linked through the notches as he blinked sweat out his eyes. He shook his head like a wet dog.
Yagi tapped the fence, trying to get Katsuki’s focus.
“29…30…Fujimi’s out. Round two to Bakugou.”
Izuku shouted, out of his seat again, high off the relief. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby!”
Eijirou laughed, clapping Izuku as he sat down. “Dude that was manly as fuck!”
The match entered a brief intermission as paramedics looked over both fighters.
One flashed a light in Katsuki’s eye and had him tracking a finger. Yagi hovered close and touched Katsuki fatherly on his heavy back.
Though Izuku couldn’t see Katsuki’s face perfectly, he recognized the white of his cocky smirk. It helped the pounding in his chest.
Fujimi received the same treatment, drinking water and wincing at the antiseptic dabbed to the gash hidden along his hairline.
The third round started after both fighters were cleared to continue and the round went to Fujimi who managed Katsuki into an unrelenting grapple and even with his face red with the lack of oxygen and his strength swiftly crumbling from the forearm cut into his windpipe, Katsuki didn’t tap out. Waited. Gasped. Brought Izuku to tears cause it was so awful to see Katsuki choke for air. Then blacked out in the ring.
Izuku pressed his mouth to his coiled fists, shutting down the rogue when the paramedics rushed back into the ring and tapped Katsuki on the cheek. His heart just about stopped when he didn’t respond immediately. The first wave of air out his mouth was brutal, like someone unsheathing a blade they impaled down his throat.
Eijirou talked him back into the valley of calm. “It’s okay. Did Katsuki ever tell you how he would hit his head on my bunkbed when he slept over?”
“What does that have to with this?”
“Nothing. I’m just reminding you he’s a goofball.”
Izuku laughed through his tears. “Did he really?”
“Oh yea. One time I waited until he passed out and I tickled his feet. Not only did he kick me in the face and broke my nose but he slammed his head into the bars and had to get ten stitches in his head.”
Izuku sniffed, nose red. He linked his hands so he couldn’t see them shake. “You guys are so stupid.” It was helping though, getting his brain, his omega, his heart, off Katsuki as the red in his face receded. Off the nauseating way his head lolled to the side when they propped him to the fence.
“You should hear about the time I put body oil all over my house. Katsuki ran into the door and took it off its hinges. My dad was pissed at us.”
Yagi motioned to Eijirou. “Be right back.”
He walked over.
Katsuki lifted his head and moved his mouth slow, exhaustion tethered to every part of him.
Eijirou came back a minute later.
“What?” Izuku asked.
“He told me to tell you ’to shut up’.”
“Stupid jerk,” Izuku said, waving at Katsuki, who mirrored it with the same tired energy.
Fourth round began, and Katsuki did not mess around. Didn’t allow Fujimi to move an inch forward or back before he stepped to him, stunning the alpha with his speed, which ruined Fujimi in the match because Katsuki needed a second. Just one to cock a jab back, back flexing, and popped Fujimi in the face. The snapping recoil from the punch made Izuku wince. The stands looked alive with the audience out of their chairs and howling. Fujimi righted his body from falling, shook off the pain receptors buzzing in his brain, and had enough to time to see Katsuki charging him but not enough to do something about it. Because Katsuki was already driving his knee into his stomach. The timer barely scraped a minute before Fujimi collapsed on the floor.
“Fourth round, Bakugou.”
Katsuki chugged water, then tested the range of reach in his fingers.
2 to 2.
The fifth round would decide the winner and he had faith in Katsuki’s abilities but Fujimi showed so far, despite the wide age gap, that he could compete toe to toe with Katsuki. He reserved his stamina better, avoided heavy risks, and struck when the opportunity aligned itself. Katsuki attacked with everything in him, leapt for all openings or made them himself.
But Fujimi wasn’t that young anymore and the hits were hard so his chest expanded and collapsed fast.
And Katsuki’s did too, a result of going a 100% all the time.
Katsuki pushed back his wet bangs.
Fujimi fixed his ponytail.
The jumbo screen switched back between each fighter, the camera focused on their eyes, dark and beastly. All alpha. Nothing but the alpha. Security whispered into their mics and they shuffled within walking distance of the ring. Preemptive, probably, some alphas couldn’t walk the road back to themselves. Got lost in the world of power and strength. One guard traced the frame of his Taser gun.
It smelled like the entire world caught a flame.
Come on, Katsuki.
You can do this.
Bring it home.
The ref showed some hesitation this time as he stepped in between the two alphas. “Final round,” he said,
Katsuki watched.
Fujimi did, as well.
A standoff.
They’re cautious, now.
Their alphas trained to sniff out a plan and not blindly maul out.
Katsuki lifted his heavy hands, brought them to eye level, loosened his legs to move quick. Izuku recognized the stance—Katsuki was planning for a one punch K.O. He went alpha for the power to do that and he didn’t plan to waste it for the impulsive need to pummel Fujimi’s condescending face in at the ring of the bell.
Fujimi circled him, aware of it, and waited to the leak in his guard. Let Katsuki make the opening for him, which he did—took a running charge, launched off the ground, and soared down with his fist raised.
And missed.
Fujimi rolled, got behind Katsuki, and wrapped his arms around his waist and brought Katsuki from standing to the ground.
Katsuki choked on impact, mouth opened and spit flying.
Fujimi tangled his legs over Katsuki’s, and braced his forearm right under his chin while he cupped the back of his head. Tightened it.
Katsuki tried bucking off the hold and Fujimi answered by coiling tighter.
Izuku clapped his hands over his mouth.
“Katsuki,” he shouted before it he realized that he was running up at the ring and facing one pissed off security guard. “Don’t lose.”
Could barely see over the mountain that was buff security guard number one, but Katsuki was extending one arm forward. Coiled a fist, cocked it back, elbow connecting solidly into Fujimi’s ribs. Brought it down again and again with his vision receding. Fujimi’s grip loosened on the fifth strike.
Katsuki bucked out and treated Fujimi to the same treatment and planted his heavy body on his hips and pounded on him until the bandages over his finger turned wet with sweat and blood. With his arms rippling with each hit. With his hair flying over his eyes. With the stadium lights glaring off the sheen of sweat down his back. When Fujimi’s head lolled to the side like a wet rag, Katsuki stood up.
Found Izuku in the crowd as the ref slid on his knees and started counting down.
Ding-ding.
“Katsuki Bakugou is the winner!”
The crowd cheered.
The announcers about piss themselves with excitement as the rattled on about the outcome.
“And another win for Bakugou. Yagi knows how to train them.”
“You’re right, Jim. And I’m pretty sure we have a second ‘All Might’ in the making here.”
[x]
“Thanks,” Katsuki said as he roped Izuku into wet hug outside the ring.
Cameras flashed.
People flooded them.
The security guard warding him off a minute ago, fended off the reporters.
Izuku ignored the media shooting for them. “For what?”
“Heard you,” he said, privately. “Told you, you’re loud.”
[x]
Izuku wanted the jury to know he fought Katsuki about going to the after party, straightened his back, puffed out his chest, growled out in a voice that bordered alpha and had Katsuki blinking back arousal and not fury from it. I do this every time I fight, Katsuki had said, which was a mistake because it drove his anger up the wall.
They settled on the following conditions as Izuku sat on the toilet seat of the penthouse while Katsuki washed off the sweat. The glass fogged up but Izuku could easily outline his body. The round swell of his ass. That cruel dip in his spine. His bugling arms. His flaccid cock dangling between his wide thighs…uh
Oh yea, rules!
So, Katsuki could have his lame after party if he: didn’t drink heavily, didn’t smoke weed, took it slow with his body, and made Izuku aware the second he felt woozy.
Izuku eyed Katsuki as he left the open bar with a bottle. A healthy bruise purpled around his throat from the fight. Katsuki had the gift of looking rugged and handsome with bruises and cuts. Not that Izuku was any more forgiving about it, it still made him upset, but it had an appeal.
“What?” He asked, and yea, in addition to the rugged looks Katsuki’s voice made one long trip to the center of the earth and got comfy with its hot core.
So, obviously, Izuku was having trouble being the responsible one and doting parentally on Katsuki’s injuries when Katsuki walked, looked, and talked like sex on a stick. More so than usual.
Izuku pointed at his eyes, then to Katsuki threateningly. Be a good boyfriend and make him feel awful for making you worry like that.
Katsuki repeated it, mockingly like the little kid he was. “I’m not driving.”
“Still. You blacked out.”
“Yeah. That’s how it works when you fight.”
“I’m just worried about you,” he confessed. The fight was different when the person you cared about endured the hits, bled fresh blood on the floor, went limp as a noodle in a choke hold.
Katsuki flicked his ear tenderly. “Hey. Shut up. Enjoy this with me. That jackass is.”
They looked to Eijirou surrounded by Victoria’s Secret models. “To which the bartender said, ‘Who let the dogs out?”
The models giggled, tall and so elegant in radiant skin tight dresses.
“I don’t know anyone.”
“That’s Bruce Willis,” Katsuki pointed off, listing off a dozen or so famous face Izuku had watched on screen.
“I can’t talk to famous people,” he whispered.
“But I’m famous.”
“You’re you so it doesn’t count.”
“…Did you just say I’m not famous? Look, drink this. Don’t wallflower too much. I gotta make sure Eijirou doesn’t fucking embarrass us again.”
“DJ! Play some McHammer in this mother!”
“Like fucking clockwork—hey, Stevie Wonder, fuck off the mic!”
Katsuki yanked the mic out of Eijirou’s hand and walked him to the balcony for fresh air.
Yagi chatted comfortably with a female fighter, a title he only assumed based on how tight and sculpted her arms and torso looked in her black dress. Well she certainly didn’t look old; she wore her age with her simple makeup and posh movements. A woman who grew past the petty problems that troubled young women. They’re definitely good friends with the way their laughter nearly surpassed the music from the speakers. Mezo sat with them, listening in mostly and chiming in on occasion.
Izuku tipped his beer back, then realized he finished it as he watched the room. He left it on the table and went to the bar for something stronger and sweeter to detangle the gross knot in his stomach. Everyone here had a name. Izuku and a few lovely trophy spouses occupied dark zone from the bright glow of celebs.
He was still learning to operate in this new world.
The bartender slid him his drink. Izuku drank it there in case he might need another.
A model slinked her golden arms on the bar and she was noticed fast by the bartender, but she looked at Izuku.
He looked back.
“You’re with Bakugou, right?”
Uh.
Oh, no.
Don’t tell him Katsuki had a fling with this model.
“Yea.”
“That jerk didn’t tell us he was dating. I’m Victoria. I kinda model for Playboy, would you like to sit with us?”
“Us?”
Victoria smiled and pointed at the table filled with gorgeous women, all leggy, lean, and sparkly with makeup. They waved at him, begging him to come over.
The bartender glared venomously at Izuku as Victoria led him off the stool gently to the table.
“Oh my god, I’m Jasmine!”
“Tanisha!”
“Monica.”
“Josefina!”
“I can’t believe Bakugou didn’t introduce you to us,” one chatted.
One dark-skinned model laughed. “Sorry but if you were my boyfriend, I would not introduce you to a bunch of models.”
“Your eyes are so pretty, by the way!” A model with a pixie cut fawned dramatically.
“This might be a little forward but your curls are so perfect, what product do you use on yours? See cause mine frizzes out so bad after the shower.”
Suddenly, that big old, nasty knot—presto, gone!
The models laughed at Izuku finished up, “Yea, so we basically yelled at each other until we kinda try to kiss each other. It was embarrassing. But nice, you know.” He shrugged.
“That’s so like him though.”
“How do you guys know him?” He asked Naomi.
“Oh, he modeled with us. He was so bad, don’t tell him that I told you,” she said.
Dani giggled into her glass of champagne. “He didn’t know how to pose. Poor guy, he was so stiff.”
Tanisha nodded. “But we whipped him into shape. Now, he’s good. Your welcome, world.”
Katsuki interrupted. “What are you guys telling him? Don’t be spreading bullshit about me.”
“Oh nothing,” Monica lied, fluttering her lashes.
“Izuku, come on.” He motioned.
“Nope, we’re keeping him.”
“Yea. He’s our boyfriend now. That’s what you get for leaving this cutie alone.”
Izuku smiled. “I should probably go, ladies.”
“Aw!”
“Izuku, we love you!”
“Thank you for keeping me company,” he said.
“Anytime, sweetie.”
“You take good care of him, Bakugou, or we’ll beat you up.”
Katsuki barked, taking Izuku’s hand. “The fuck, mind your own business.”
Izuku waved as they walked off, leaving the noise of the party for the quiet of a hall. The bass boomed dully in the distant. A few people clicked their expensive shoes drunkenly down the hall and giggled to each other.
Izuku didn’t think to ask their destination, just happy to have Katsuki’s hand again and privacy, though he started to wonder when Katsuki shut them in a master bathroom with marble floors and countertops and gold trim.
“Okay. The bathroom is nice but why are we—“ He turned, gaping at the gaudiness of the bathroom, until he heard the slide of the lock. “Katsuki, are you planning nasty stuff again?”
He pushed off the door, hands in his pockets. “Maybe,” he said, eyeing Izuku up like a meal.
Izuku backed into the counter, gripped it for support that he definitely needed right now with the way Katsuki’s was clouding up the room with his scent, the way his gait was heavy and cool, the way his low voice rasped up Izuku’s spine like a chill. “How are you horny after that fight? Seriously, you’re not aching or anything.”
“I’m aching.” Katsuki caged him, nosed his neck, pressed his hips into Izuku’s. Let him get a good feel of his hard cock. “Here.”
Izuku moaned. “But the party.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Don’t wanna wait all night for you. Not with you in that fucking suit.”
“You like my clothes?”
“Hell yea.” Katsuki yanked on the tie, rolled it around his fist, and led Izuku to him. Slotted their lips with a slow passion. Izuku’s lungs filled with fire; if he ever wondered how it was to kiss a dragon then he had the answer to that curiosity.
Their lips smacked back, met, receded. Back and forth. Some people weren’t skilled kissers and moved straight on to the sex and that wasn’t the case with Katsuki. Could work Izuku up like a small bonfire. Could have Izuku sizzling in his body like an inferno.
The vast bathroom played back the wet pop of their kisses. He about K.O. when Katsuki gave a little groan against his mouth. The same hands that obliterated fighters were snatching him up like he might slip in between his fingers.
“My daddy bought them for me.” He said that. Somehow his mouth got the swell idea to let that collection of words fly out his sloppy mouth and he could die right now.
Would, but—
“Fuck.”
Katsuki Bakugou had a daddy kink, and Izuku was very into that fact. Like, come on, the absolute hammer of heat in his gut was a reaction to the charcoal black nature of Katsuki’s voice, the white-hot way he watched Izuku, his hands bruised hot on his hips as they encouraged Izuku to rock froward against his cock.
“I called you ‘daddy’,” Izuku gasped, horny from the hard curve of Katsuki and still about, maybe, 15% mortified that he said ‘daddy’ twice. The other 85% were so on broad. “…I’m burning in hell.”
“I’m literally too hard to care. Deku, I want you. Wanna fuck you. Wanna eat your ass. Wanna have everyone out there know you’re sitting on my cock. Fuck, your alpha needs you, omega.”
Yup, going to hell because Izuku’s natural response to public sex was— “Ah. Okay. Fuck me.”
No debate.
Just sure, yup.
Put it in.
I left my morals in my other bag back at home so…
And Izuku was pure trash.
Just a gross, hot mess of a person because the first instinct in his mind when Katsuki flipped him around, hips to the counter and red face to the large mirror, was to arch his ass out and breathe out the heat curling like a drug in his body.
He offered up more noises when his underwear and pants rushed down his legs and pooled on the marble floor. Knew he looked awful now—actually he had cold, hard facts staring back at him in the mirror. Saw his wrinkled shirt hanging just a little below his navel, covering the base of his cock. Saw Katsuki looking over him in the mirror, eyes hot where Izuku’s slick glossed warmly down the back of his thigh.
Saw Katsuki for another minute before he vanished in the mirror.
And Izuku went to school, had a reasonable 3.5, framed an impressive degree in his room so he should know exactly where and what Katsuki planned to do. Like he wasn’t knitting on the floor that was for sure, but somehow the hands spreading his ass and the hot tongue dragging flat and languid over his hole still surprised him.
Izuku was this close to cracking his own head into the marble countertop. He stopped in time, bent over, ass out more so, and said, still surprised. “K-Katsuki.”
Still all like he’s licking me.
He’s on his knees and licking my ass.
He’s going to fuck me with his tongue
Like, Katsuki did say it.
Izuku was given a verbal warning so he had no excuse to be crying on the marble like it wasn’t exactly what he wanted right now.
Katsuki groaned. Guessed he liked Izuku sobbing and being a total mess. Made an mmm sound and buried his tongue far up his ass.
“Katsuki, Katsuki. Baby, ah, please. L-like that, please. It’s, ha, it’s so good. I want it, alpha. Want it.”
Katsuki pulled back, caught his breath, and laughed something deep and terrible. “You got freckles on your ass.”
“Are you really stopping for that?”
Katsuki kissed his ass.
Yes, people, Katsuki put his hot mouth to his cheek and kissed; and if 15-year-old Izuku had any idea that one day in the future Katsuki would kiss his ass then high school would’ve been a breeze.
“It’s hot.” Fingers prodded his ass, presumably marking off his freckles. Izuku suffered in silence, still hot and wet in his ass, still long and hard in his cock. “It makes me fucking hard. Everything about you makes me so hard.”
“Ditto, ditto.”
“Like your thighs,” he hummed. “Damn. Wanna stick my dick there and fuck dem, you know. Bite the shit outta you. Cum right on you.”
“How is any of this fair to me?”
Katsuki slapped his ass. Izuku whined, pitching forward, and subconsciously going on his tippy toes. “Are you complaining over there?”
“You’re so mean.”
“Mean? You got no idea, Deku. No idea how mean I’m gonna be to you. What I’m gonna do to you right here.”
Again, how was that fair exactly?
To have him, a little wet, hard, and vibrating with his blood traded in for liquid gold.
Katsuki pulled his ass cheeks apart again, and Izuku started thanking the Lord for blessing Katsuki with a big mouth as he blew a breath of wet air on him and started mapping those glossy trails of slick with his tongue. Down the crack to his balls until the area was clean and then decided since he was in the area and Izuku’s balls were right there, to take them into his mouth. Izuku’s peaceful little world went nuclear.
He reached under himself, and pumped his cock to the rhythm of Katsuki’s tongue.
Katsuki pulled off with a gentle nip, laughed with a coarse timber and watched in between Izuku’s legs. Probably feeling good about himself that Izuku was that bad he had to get creative and stroke his dick. “That’s hot.”
“Oh my god,” he drooled on the expensive marble. Someone paid a ludicrous amount of money to glamor up this bathroom like a mini palace and Izuku had his spit on it, had his hard cock twitching and leaking pre-cum, had his pants at his ankle and his skin itching to be touched. “Just.” He smooshed his cheek on the counter. “ Please. Do stuff to me.”
“Stuff,” Katsuki mumbled as he dragged his tongue up the back of his thigh. “What kinda of stuff, huh?
“You’re being an asshole on purpose.”
And it worked, of course.
Izuku liked douche alphas with apple candy red eyes, muscled bodies, and an ego large enough to sink the Titanic.
“Yea. Cause I’m pretty sure I’ll cum the second I get my dick in you.”
Izuku used both hands to get him horizontal, standing straight so he could look back and down at Katsuki. “How do you think I feel? I said fuck me, so fuck me. Do you have a condom?”
Katsuki slipped one out of his pocket and did have the decency to look mildly sheepish about it.
Izuku turned around, knelt, and untied his shoes so he could hop on the counter and kick off his clothes. “Oh, did you think you were getting lucky?”
“I mean, I did win so…” That was all the effort Katsuki planned to put into that sentence as the majority of his brain devoted itself to the way Izuku leaned back on the mirror and opened his legs.
“Come here, Mr. Winner.”
Katsuki tripped on the first attempt, but got between Izuku’s legs on the second.
“You said you wanted everyone to hear me, right?”
His throat bobbed. “Yea.”
“You said you wanted me, right?”
“God, yes.”
“Show me.” Izuku pressed the flat of his foot on his chest, lowered it, and rubbed his cock. Liked how the little dry rub made Katsuki shiver. “Take your dick out.”
Katsuki unzipped, hissing as he grabbed his cock. Showed him it with a pitiful heat. “Izuku.”
“I don’t think you’ll fit, baby,” he purred, picking up his body from where he slouched it. “How are we gonna fix that?”
Katsuki tried to kiss him but Izuku dodged it, bringing his mouth close just to tease Katsuki.
“I want your mouth and your fingers, Katsuki. Okay?”
He nodded, then took to his knees again.
Izuku cradled his jaw, pressed his thumb to his lips until Katsuki got the message and opened his mouth, knowing without Izuku saying it to suck his cock and work his fingers in his ass. Izuku slouched back again, hiked his legs over Katsuki’s shoulders, and looked when the pleasure wasn’t too strong at Katsuki bobbing up and down his cock. Lips red, one hand twisting at the base, and looking like he could stay the whole night treating Izuku like a lollipop.
Izuku reached down and pulled on his hair, gasping when Katsuki growled and wave of heat sliced into him as he opened his eyes. “Katsuki. So good, baby.”
Katsuki watched him, pulling off his dick and holding him hard at the base, and rolled his tongue flat to the tip. Combined that with two fingers pumping inside him.
Izuku squirmed , shifting his feet to the counter to push back on his fingers. “Fuck. Baby.”
“You liking it, Deku?”
“Yes. I like it, baby. Like your mouth, ah.”
“Fucking wet as hell down here,” Katsuki rasped like Izuku needed the play by play, head tilting to the side as he looked between his legs where he was fingering him. “So damn wet. Damn pretty. Fuck.”
“’S good, Katsuki. ‘M good, please.”
Katsuki helped him down the counter.
And Izuku and standing, they didn’t agree with each other as his feet touched the floor so he stumbled right into Katsuki. He might’ve felt embarrassed about it any other time when he didn’t have Katsuki bending him over the counter, his mouth kissing up the back of his neck; the room drenched in gasoline.
Katsuki breathed out his mouth, hitting the back of his neck. Unfairly loud and just—unholy. Mouth breathing shouldn’t be this outrageously hot. “Izuku. Gonna fuck you now, okay?”
Heat shivered over his skin. His toes curled. “Please, baby.”
He kissed his neck. “Be right back. Don’t move.”
Ha, ‘don’t move’.
Did he forget his sad attempt at standing?
Cause Izuku could physically do nothing more than take dick currently, so no fear there, Izuku’s plans were to be here and be destroyed by his super dorky, super cocky, supermodel pretty alpha boyfriend. Who just laid out a veteran alpha about two hours ago and still had the stamina and the strength to fuck Izuku into the great beyond.
Izuku peeked over his shoulder, bit his lip as Katsuki worked the condom over his swollen dick, and put his flushed face back on the cool surface.
Damn.
Katsuki’s bodyweight pressed down on him again. “I’m back,” he mumbled into his ear.
He laughed, the sound breathy. “Missed you.”
“Ready?”
“Yea, baby. I want you.”
“Breathe,” he warned, lining the fat head of his cock to Izuku’s hole. “I’m big.”
Izuku tried to laugh it off. Typical Katsuki. But, the blunt heat, the hard pressure, the slow— like sand in an hourglass passage of time slow— stretch. “Be quiet, you jerk—ah, Katsuki.”
“Fuck. Told you”
Izuku practically clawed at the smooth surface, feeling that deep belly ache being filled. Gradually, though. Slow because Katsuki at least had some self-control unlike him, who was about, let’s see, a second away from putting Katsuki on his back and sitting him deep inside his ass.
Danced on the balls of his feet, rocked his hips back, gained a blissful inch and basked in it. Unashamed. Moaning out for the party to hear. Who cared; Izuku was getting treated. “Ah. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t’ stop. Don’t—ah, yes.”
“S-shit. Calm down.”
Oh, just, calm down?
Just like that?
Uh, how about a hard N.O.
Izuku turned his head, reached his hand back, and filled with Katsuki’s ass. “No.” He squeezed, grip encouraging Katsuki to push his cock in deeper in a gasping moan until he bottomed out. “Fuck. Me.”
That garnered an unexpected response from Katsuki. He stared, sucked in a loud breath, and growled out. “You’re so fucking perfect. So god damn right.”
It sounded sincere. They’re together. Clearly, Katsuki thought mighty fondly of him and all but it wasn’t said with that heated sex talk. Okay, it was. But also, not. More of a private thought Katsuki had in his head and accidentally spat out with his senses zeroed in on one part.
His eyes thought about stinging.
His heart thought about saying it back—you’re perfect. All those jagged parts, Katsuki, they’re good. You’re shaped different but I can learn the shapes, just let me be there for the long haul.
And it was just like them to have these untimed intimate, bared moments of honesty. These naked human reveals right in the middle of sex and ratchet dirty talk. So like them to laugh when Katsuki was balls deep in him.
Izuku lolled his head to the side, looking with lazy lust as his curls trickled to his brows. Lazy love. “Katsuki.”
Katsuki’s palm slapped the marble. Snapped his hips in and out, Izuku’s ass bouncing with the harsh thrusts. Fucked breathy ahs out of Izuku. Worked them both until they couldn’t keep their eyes open for longer than a minute.
“God damn. Izuku.” Katsuki pressed his dick in deep, forcing Izuku to gasp and balance on his toes. Lingered there, grinding like a porn star, ass flexing and sucked sloppily on Izuku’s neck. Dug in his short nails into the side of Izuku’s thighs and started to rake them up, leaving his skin striped in red marks. “Fucking, shit, fuck. Damn pretty, damn pretty, Deku. Look at you. Fuck.”
Izuku really wanted the movement back. To be holding his weight against the counter and Katsuki but he wasn’t the trained fighter who bench pressed cars on the weekdays, so he suffered. Pleasantly, mind you, through the aggressively groping and the shallow thrusts Katsuki fed him. “Keep fucking me like that. P-please.”
“Yea?” Katsuki leaned far enough to look down between them, where his cock was framed by Izuku’s ass, but he didn’t stay there long. Got whatever fill he needed and clenched his eyes shut, plastering his heavy body ungracefully to Izuku.
“You like that, like how I feel?” Voice throaty and dark like a car engine as nipped his skin. Izuku whined, apparently really into Katsuki’s teeth as he fisted his hair and kept him there to nibble and suck.
“Love it, baby.”
One unplanned eye roll—cause Katsuki was grinding now, for fun, and for the rapid crumbling of Izuku’s good guy persona—and Izuku caught themselves in the mirror. Kind of through a blurred film with his eyes half-lidded. But there they were. Fucking in a bathroom fit for Marie Antoinette. Suits worth the price of people’s monthly income ruffled and damp from the sweat and the spit they couldn keep everywhere but in each other’s mouth. The skin of his hip peeking a little over the counter, bruised under Katsuki’s thick hand, and it really set him off. That glimpse, because they’re clothed from the waist up , and that tiny show of naked skin reminded Izuku he was getting fucked. Fucked by Katsuki. Fucked in Vegas. Fucked in a pretty bathroom. Fucked no more than eight feet away from people who names were in bold letters on a magazine.
Was getting all the hot shit in addition to Katsuki licking and humping him like Izuku was the physical equivalent of chocolate.
Katsuki eased up on hammering Izuku to the counter so he could grab the back of his thigh and hitch it over the glossy surface and—wow, okay, that. Changed. Crap. That changed everything. Izuku hung his head, living for this fantastic angle, for the fast pump of Katsuki’s cock. And they’re going faster now. Way, way fast. Like hyper speed and Izuku could hear the smack of their skin hitting rapidly. Could see himself hunched over in the mirror, taking it. Could see Katsuki sucking on his lips, giving it.
“Katsuki.”
“Let them hear. Wanna have everyone know I’m taking care of you good, Izuku.”
Izuku couldn’t escape. Not with the way Katsuki pressed up behind him, mouth on his neck like it had no better place to be and hands gripped hard. Hard to keep Izuku locked between his cock and the bathroom counter; and just between us real quick—Izuku had no intention of escaping. Would stay nice and quiet—eh, not too quiet—rocking hot on Katsuki and whenever he wanted to push him against. Books. Walls. A bed. A car. Public property. He was admittedly not picky.
[x]
Izuku laughed with the sheets pulled to his chin. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“Can’t believe you have a daddy kink,” Katsuki snorted.
“You got turned on!”
“You too!”
He shook his head, sighing with happiness and the soft dread of the return home. Back to regular life. To be fair, it was where he fit best but it was an adventure to be this place. “We gotta go back tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you. I was,” Izuku dropped his eyes and started tracking the satin sheets. The dark of the night seemed a good place for honesty. “…scared about us.”
“Same. I thought…” He twisted his lips in uncertainty as he worked the right words in his mind. “Fuck it’s dumb,” Katsuki scrubbed his face. Still working, Izuku wouldn’t mind normally but his stomach knotted sour. “But I thought if I showed you that…I can take care of you that you wouldn’t change your mind.”
Oh…the knotting went away. A drowning warmth filled him completely.
Izuku went on his elbow, trying to see Katsuki’s eyes in the dark. He caught the red of them in the light of the strip before Katsuki glared elsewhere. “You thought I would leave you?”
He picked at the seam of the sheets and gave a tiny shrug to his shoulders that chip Izuku’s heart. This week trip…he wanted to prove himself to Izuku. He went this great length, spent this absurd money, dolled Izuku up in the finest things—just to keep him.
Katsuki…
He wanted this.
Just as bad as him.
They were two idiots who wanted things to last. Two idiots trying to act like big cool guys to the other, to show they were the right choice. I fit. You fit.
“At some point,” he said.
“I can’t predict the future but I want this. I want you and the money doesn’t matter. It never will matter to me. I feel…like I feel maybe, I should be here. Maybe this is right. Maybe we’re not stupid.”
Katsuki laughed, rubbing his watery eyes. “Fuck…You know,” he cleared his throat of a telling quiver, “I had these fucking…crazy ass sex dreams about you. Like every damn night.”
“Sex dreams?”
“Yea.” He hummed.
“Katsuki, I had sex dreams too.”
“I fucking bet,” he smirked under an arm thrown over his eyes.
“No,” Izuku said, serious. “I mean detailed sex dreams.”
Katsuki moved his arm. “…Did you call me extra in one of them?”
No.
No f-ing way.
What kind of Lake House bull honkey was this?
“Wait. Wait. Wait a dang minute here, hold all the horses and just wait— we were fucking each other this whole time?! Katsuki, do not laugh at this. What does this mean? I’m concerned. We should—”
Katsuki kissed him silent, then cradled his jaw, eyes seeing something Izuku couldn’t as he stared at him a hundred feet in the dark sky and under the colorful lights of a city that banked on gambles and high stakes. On gluttony and lust. On the daring and the reckless.
His eyes moved over his face, taking everything in. “Maybe we’re not so fucking stupid after all.”
“You are,” he said, because this jerk was making Izuku believe in a lot of silly things he labeled as fabricated lies produced by the media, by the movie industry, by novels and love songs. True mates and love at first sight were make believe like dragons and fast internet…right? “Big old, stupid donut dork.”
[x]
Izuku stepped into the bathroom once his mother drove off to work. It wasn’t empty and had a sexy shadowy silhouette behind the curtain. Izuku drew it back and startled Katsuki.
“What the fuck,” he cursed, fingers deep in his hair soaping it up with bubbles. “This is in use.”
“But I want to shower too,” Izuku said, undressing and hard already.
Katsuki looked over him at the door.
“She left,” Izuku answered as he balled his shirt. He felt needy when Katsuki dragged his eyes down to his twitching cock.
“Fuck me,” he said, in disbelief like he hadn’t seen Izuku wet and hot for him, like they hadn’t done this countless times, like Izuku could still make his breath stop time after time.
Izuku hopped on one foot, trying to get out of his briefs, hot for Katsuki as water ran in rivulets down his hard chest and thick thighs. Both failed to take notice of his mother’s work lanyard dangling on the light fixture over the sink.
So they were all in for a surprise when Inko quiet steps re-entered the house and took the stairs to the third floor and found Izuku and Katsuki in….ahem, incriminating—his mom caught him sucking dick, there.
Christ.
She politely suggested maybe locking the door next time even if no one was home. You know, just to be on the safe side and not instill the imagery of her son and her sort of son behaving as two grown consenting adults with a healthy and perfectly active sex life and—
Izuku, you shouldn’t feel bad about blowing a guy. It’s good to have regular sex. Once the sex stops then you should be worried and you’re young and if you feel good doing that then— Katsuki, stop laughing or I’ll ban you from this house.
So, sex was off limits at his house.
Maybe some fondling but no under the clothes action.
“I’ll be quiet,” Katsuki groaned into his ear. His mom went to bed an hour ago, and it was just them in the living room with the TV on low. “I want to fuck you so bad. Fuck, gotta be in you. Gotta feel you squeezing my cock. Fucking dying, Deku.”
Good thing, Katsuki lived alone and could pin Izuku like a photo frame to the wall and fuck him hard enough to lose his security deposit from the crack in the drywall.
“Kacchan,” he moaned, pants gone, and being done like an last-minute assignment. His head whipped hard into the wall from Katsuki’s thrust. Several parts of him would be throbbing tomorrow morning.
“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.”
[x]
“Hey, Kacchan!” Izuku hollered, standing on the step ladder as he wiggled a box off the top shelf .
“Yea?”
“There’s another box. Come check it so I can know if you want it going to goodwill or not.”
Katsuki’s heavy steps echoed in the empty apartment. His face hit a somber note when he saw the decaying old cardboard box. “What?” Izuku asked.
“That’s…I forgot about…Shit.”
“What?”
“My mom gave me that before I moved to Vegas.”
“What’s inside?”
Katsuki was young again in that instant. Young, heartbroken, with hands empty and soul chipped. “Don’t know,” he muttered. He angled his body away like staring at the box too long would yank him to the past. “Didn’t check cause I was training and shit and after everything, I didn’t want to fucking bother with it.”
“We can wait.”
He bristled, aggressively scratching his scalp as his emotions crawled over his skin like angry ants. “It’s probably dumb shit anyway.”
“Hey, listen to me, big guy. It’s not dumb, okay? It’s fine to take it slow. There’s no rush.”
“Can you…check it first?”
“Sure, baby… Well, well, looks like we have a Batman action figure with one bat ear chewed off. Care to explain?” Izuku positioned the toy accusingly in his direction, tapping at the nibbled on bat ear.
Katsuki took the figure, touching the old plastic with a distance in his eyes. “I used to chew on my toys.”
“I’m not surprised by that….What else…oh my god.” He untangled the prehistoric Gameboy from a coil of black wires. “You had the Gameboy Color? Jerk.”
“Oh, yeah…some kid tried to kick my ass for it in fourth grade. James? Jim?”
“Jacob Bishop,” Izuku said, turning it over to the back where the handheld game was labeled ‘KATSUKI’ in bold permanent black marker. “He was a sixth grader. I think you broke his nose. It’s still crooked.”
Katsuki barked. “Yea. Fucking got chewed out by my parents. And the school. They tried to make me see a social worker.”
“Troublemaker,” Izuku scolded, then went back sorting through Katsuki’s childhood memories. “Your mom gave you your report card, why?”
“It’s cause I got an A. See.” He pointed to the handwritten A in his fourth quarter for science.
“Your mom is hilarious,” he laughed, and flipped through the report.
Katsuki’s mouth quirked into a brief achy smile.“…Yeah.”
Izuku touched his forearm. “Sorry.”
“No…it less shitty like this. Kinda.”
“Alright.” He squeezed his hand, kissed the callouses of his big knuckles, and lifted the next memento. The back had the Kodak watermark; flipped it over. “Oh. Oh. My heart.”
“What?” Katsuki plucked it out of his hand, and groaned. ”...Fuck, no.”
Izuku snatched it back, smiling widely to himself as he traced the photo of Katsuki and his mother with Santa. He looked to be about six in it, in a Batman sweater, with his two front teeth missing and cheeks pink from the frost of winter. His mother was the mirror image of Katsuki—blonde, the same sharp cheekbones, honey red eyes, and a smile platinum white.
Izuku’s finger smoothed over the glossy photograph. “You’re sitting on Santa’s lap. I’m keeping this. This is going on the wall. I don’t care what you say. Look at you...Santa had no idea what a little shit you were.”
“Burn it.”
“No!” He clutched it protectively to his chest. “You guys look so cute.”
“She was big on photos with Santa,” Katsuki said, the words more direct to himself than Izuku like he was narrating the dusty memories of his mother. “Every year. My dad didn’t go with us. Wasn’t big on it.”
Katsuki spoke after a wealth of silence that Izuku didn’t dare to disturb. “I miss her.” It was said in this heart clenching honesty. This bare-bones way. The way kids talked.
“Kacchan.” Izuku looked up to find a shimmer in his eyes, the bare window exposing his emotions.
“I want her back so bad sometimes…I just…want some more time.”
Katsuki sniffed. “Fuck.”
Izuku set the box aside, took his alpha in, and hugged him through it. As the worst seemed to pass, Izuku kissed his cheek, and said softly. “She would be so proud…to see you take that grumpy stick out of your big alpha booty.”
Katsuki shivered, with wet laughs. “God. Fucking god. Glad you’re here for this shit cause I fucking can’t do this shit.”
Now he felt like crying. “Always gonna be here, Kacchan. I’ll keep you balanced, alpha.”
[x]
Katsuki rapped his knuckles on the door and waited on the steps long enough to consider hiking it back to his car and running away from it all. His hand coiled around the bouquet of flowers. Before Katsuki could follow through on his doubts, the door opened.
His dad stood speechless. “Katsuki…” He gaped. “What are you doing here?”
Katsuki swallowed, found his voice, and cleared his throat with a grunt. “What, no ‘hi’.”
“No. It’s just been a while. I’m,” His dad extended an arm, a gesture to pull Katsuki in for a hug, but he canceled it out at the last minute and scratched his beard, playing it off. “…happy to see you. I saw your fight a few months back.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” His dad slid his hands into his pockets and leaned on the door frame. “ You did your old man proud.”
Time had passed them both—aged his dad, added crow’s feet and laugh lines, minus out the wide strength in his shoulders. It came with s scary dawning; he’s getting old.
He’s going to go too.
One day it will just be me.
But, fuck, there’s still some time, right?
There’s time and I shouldn’t fuck it up again.
“Uh. Thanks.”
“And you’re settling with Inko’s boy, I hear,” he said, looking proud.
“Yea. He’s, uh, he’s good. Real good.”
“I know he’s got a good head on his shoulders. You could use that,” he laughed at first, aiming to provide some levity to the pressure on them, but he blurted out. “I’m sorry that came out wrong—“
“I wanted to see if you would want…to visit mom…then get a bite after or something. Unless you don’t got time.”
His dad smiled, slow and old. “I got time for you, Katsuki.”
“Cool,” Katsuki said, watching his dad lock the house and take the steps down the pathway with him.
“I hope you’ll let your old man live out his fantasy by driving that car of yours,” he joked, blinking as the clouds passed over and the sun streamed into his eyes.
Katsuki barked, twirled the ring of his keys on his index finger, and caught it in his palm. “And have you crash my shit? Your glasses are thicker than my finger.”
[x]
“So how did it go?” Izuku asked before he tipped his beer back. “With your dad and everything.”
They’re drinking cheap beer by the lake and under the moon like the cool halfway to thirty guys they were. Cool guys chilling in the woods. They’re mindful to place the finished bottles back in the case. Most people were. Even the wild teens reenacting their golden years took their trash with them at the end of it. That or they pushed through a hangover and cleaned the woods in the morning hours. You didn’t get much of that in the cities, people looking out for the community but here, yea, it was one of the pleasant things about small towns.
Izuku killed off two bottles and Katsuki still nursed his first. He drank less if he was driving. Izuku appreciated that—the little things Katsuki changed after dating him. The things to be a better alpha, a better person, a better man.
Katsuki swallowed, popped his lips off the rim, and Izuku reminded himself that Katsuki was talking. To him. Remember? Words? Question, about his dad and him? Hello, space cadet.
“Sorry, what?” He coughed.
“Were you checking me out?”
“…What, no, gross…I’m sorry.”
Katsuki breeched Izuku’s personal bubble and got personal with his mouth, humming as he pulled back. “I said it was okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Alright, it’s a little awkward.”
Izuku bumped his knee. “It’ll get there. Just give it time, you know.”
“Yea….You know I realized something.”
Izuku hummed. “What’s that?”
“We haven’t like, danced and shit. Like, together.”
“You told everyone you didn’t dance, remember, senior prom? Trisha asked for a dance and you made her cry.”
“I’m starting to think you liked my ass for a long time because only you remember all this shit. And she cried cause I said no. Not cause I was a dick or anything.”
“Of course, of course.” Izuku nodded, a smile playing indiscreetly. “Unrelated.”
“Anyway…so, yea, you down?”
“Down?” He parroted.
“To, uh, dance?”
“At prom?”
“No, jackass. Here.”
“In the woods?”
“Izuku.”
“Yea?”
“Shut up, and fucking dance with me before I change my mind.”
“But, we don’t have any music—“ That was when Katsuki pocketed the remote for his radio and clicked play.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like Heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
“You planned this?”
Katsuki hopped off the hood, set his beer by the tire, wiped his hands on his jeans, and offered it to Izuku. “Look, a guy’s gotta give their omega a dance. I didn’t dance at prom, neither did you. So here it is. Limited time offer. Get it while it’s in stock.”
He remembered that…?
Maybe all that time Izuku was looking at Katsuki, he didn’t think to check if Katsuki ever looked back.
“Oh,” he flushed, blinking up Katsuki’s strong arm.
Like, Izuku knew they’re in the woods, at the halfway point to thirty, kind of sort of in love but so tentative to say it—but he felt eighteen, on the dance floor their school rented out for the senior luncheon and prom. With the low red love-making lights, the pretty table set pieces, the three-course meals, the girls turned women in flowing dresses, the boys turned men in their sharp tuxes, every romance songs known to mankind playing on the speakers.
Felt eighteen, back in the chair alone as Tenya and Ochako danced to Mariah Carey.
But in this remake, he had a hand hovering in front of his face—Katsuki’s, grumpy but handsome even back then.
Izuku placed his bottle on the ground and took his hand, buzzing with bees in his gut as Katsuki yanked him off the car and into his chest.
“How many people asked you to prom?” Izuku asked.
“Eh, like five or something.”
“I thought the whole school wanted to date you.”
“Maybe you wanted to date me. I wasn’t that popular. How many asked you?”
Izuku lowered his eyes, shrugged as he admitted, “No one really…”
Katsuki slowed, shaking the shock from that. “The fuck. I figured you got asked out by at least ten people. You were nice. I was a douche.”
“My looks weren’t that great.”
“Yea, as a kid you look like—whoa, hey. I’m fucking with you. You’re super handsome, the fuck. Don’t be bum about it. So you didn’t get an awkward dance shuffle at prom.”
“isn’t that what we’re doing now?”
“Yes, but we get to have great sex later then snuggle so, honestly, who’s really winning here.”
“Wait, this song…Is this from ‘Ten Things I Hate About You’?”
He smiled, pushed Izuku into to spiraling, the woods dancing in circles around them, and snapped him back. Izuku’s back flushed to his chest as they swayed side to side. “Maybe.”
I love you, baby
And if it's quite alright
I need you, baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you, baby
Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby
Let me love you
“Your dad helped you, didn’t he?” He laughed, as Katsuki lifted his arm and twirled him.
“A little bit. He knows his shit.”
Izuku kissed him on the final rotation, unable to help himself. This was infinitely better than an awkward school dance, better than a sweaty grind feast in an L.A. club. He didn’t think he would get a dance that he would look back on, but look at that. Here it was. A dance in the woods with beer bottles, oldies on the radio, and moon washing the forest floor in silver. “He does.”
Katsuki laced their fingers and put his other hand on the small of his back and led. “So you gonna put out or what?”
“Kacchan, you’re an idiot. Of course I am.”
“Nice.”
“Now stop being gross and let’s be cute for two minutes.”
[x]
December 18, 2018
Izuku Midoriya
Getting into the holiday spirit with Katsuki Bakugou
It was a short clip of Katsuki, naked and buff, in front of their freshly decorated Christmas tree with a Santa’s hat over his cock as he danced to ‘Jingle Bell Rock’.
Momo: Shouto , baby I know what I want for this Christmas.
Tenya: in front of the Christmas tree, Midoriya! Shame.
Ochako: In front of my salad, bish
Shouto: Might be a tight fit but I’ll try
Momo: YASSS
Mina: Xmas came early
Denki: This is why I don’t go over ur place man
Minoru: WHY THE FUCK IS THIS ON MY FEED. FUCK MY LIFE.
Taylor: Dear Santa: I want this under my tree this year.
Mei: This will keep me warm at night
Minoru: Hey Mei I got a stocking stuffer too
Mei: NO
Max: wow, no homo but ur fit as fuck dude
Eijirou: it beginning to look a lot like Xmas!
Hanta: MY EYES!!!
Neito: Jesus is looking down on u
Ashely: I literally fucked the hell out of the replay button. Good lord.
April 5, 2019
Katsuki Bakugou
Best feeling waking up to this every morning. My perfect nerd, Izuku.
The morning peeked in from the window, washing Izuku in white glow. Naked, freckled from slope of his neck all the way down to his ass where the sheets covered him. Izuku hugged his pillow to his face, still asleep.
Ochako: AWWW
Izuku: OMG. I look so weird.
Katsuki: shut the fuck up, u is good. U is smart
Izuku: LMAO, stop.
Shouto: Cute
Momo: Please my heart.
Mina: u guys are so adorable.
Eijirou: when can I be the flower girl???
Denki: GAY
Kyouka: Seriously?
Denki: Fine. Ur whipped as fuck dude.
Hanta: I have to wake up to my cat’s ass in my face.
Tenya: Aside from the nudity, an excellent photo!
Toga: u guys are so cute
Mei: damn, back at it again with the ass shots!!
Minoru: Can’t u post stuff with hot girls for once?
Christine: this will go perfectly with my gay fanfic, thanks.
Nikki: couple goals!!! Izuku/Katsuki FTW!!!
October 25, 2019
Izuku Midoriya
Say hi to our son, King, he likes belly rubs and hugs and is in love with Katsuki.
It was a photo of Katsuki and a large German Shepard resting on the sofa. King pillowed his large head on Katsuki’s chest as he snored away with the TV remote in his hand. The blanket draped over them was added by Izuku.
Ochako: spot the difference *sips tea*
Izuku: GIRL.
Izuku: ON MY OWN PHOTO
Katsuki: who isn’t in love with me?
Minoru: ME!
Neito: ME!
Hanta: ME!
Denki: ME!
Kyouka: ME!
Katsuki: FUCK U ALL!!
Eijirou: we’re too close not to be a lil gay for each other.
Eijirou: also, reminds me of Snickers. Remember how he humped ur leg. Good times.
Shouto: love you for your body only.
Katsuki: stop answering my question, fuck u!!
Mina: fluffy dog!!
Katsuki: and it was gross. Ur dog was a hoe.
Eijirou: bruh u cried when we put him down. Shut up
Momo: omg hes so precious. Bring him over I want to pet him!
Tenya: I will volunteer to babysit whenever!
December 14, 2019
Katsuki Bakugou
He said yes.
Izuku flashed the camera the fat diamond ring, positively red and beaming in the low romantic lights as they dined in Greece with the dark ocean rolling white hills in the background.