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God, he wants to get fucked.
Izuku is trying to pretend he’s less tipsy than he is. Too much drink in him, and his inhibitions are gone. The less he cares about his image, the more likely he’s going to plant himself in someone’s lap and rub himself off on their thigh, forcing them not to touch him, making them just smell his omega desire and drool. Making them go feral.
But he’s with Uraraka, Asui, Iida, and Todoroki.
This isn’t the group to get all dark and dirty on. They may just have heart attacks if they’re forced to witness his dark and depraved desires. The amount of times they’ve cooed at him for his chubby, blushing cheeks, called him sweet, innocent, and pure, he’s starting to get the impression they consider him celibate. He may not have lots of partners, nor have had a good willing alpha in several months, but it’s not like he’s a virgin. He knows what he likes.
Whatever, that’s fine. He can handle not getting dick tonight, even though he really, really wants it.
But it’s such a night for it though. The club was stuffed full, it was a full moon outside, Izuku was dressed in skintight shorts, a cute long sleeved crop top, and Ochako had done up his eyelids with a beautiful green glitter. When he walked, he could feel his entire ass just revolve, thick thighs brushing each other, his tiny, puffy omega nipples swollen up against his shirt. Half of that was probably his arousal heightening everything, but god…
He felt sexy.
And he was on the verge of doing something quite unlike himself just to feel an alpha’s cock press up against his ass, smell them struggling with their darkest instincts, forcing them to take their sexual aggression out on him, his ass, and his wet, dripping cunt.
Goodness.
Thankful for the dark lighting, Izuku drains the rest of his water (responsibly provided by Iida, of course), and cracks his back, bending the curve and sticking his ass out. Were there eyes on him? He hoped so.
Maybe there was something in the air, a scent that he liked, or was reacting to. So many people, omegas, betas, alphas, were packed into the building though it would be a miracle if he were to find them. A miracle. Or, he could be just tipsy enough to hunt someone down. Convince the group he’s going to go home early. Bring someone back to his nest.
A plan forms in his mind.
With Ochako and Iida wrapped up together sweetly, Todoroki half asleep and Asui amusing herself putting straws in his hair, Izuku thought it was a good time to slip away. He motions to the bathroom to Tsuyu and slips down out of their booth, deciding on the way to get a drink too. Squeezing between people, Izuku can’t help that he’s brushing up against the tallest ones he can find, politely touching his palms to their backs as he slithers through groups, cutely beaming up at them with a sweet, sweet smile when they all, men and women, glance down to allow him to pass.
Many blush, most eye him from head to toe, and he can feel their gazes in his back.
Good.
But not quite right. Nobody was smelling like what he wanted, nobody felt like they had coiled violence and savagery in their hands, in their need.
Izuku pays for his next drink with a small quirk to his lips. As if he’ll randomly find someone like that here out of the blue. Such a dangerous line to walk. Izuku can’t find a long-term partner because they always end up being too scared to attempt such sex games, or… or seemed a smidgen too into it in a non-sexy way.
Honestly, Touya’s probably murdered people. Thank god Izuku got out of that.
He sways away from the bar, suckling his drink contently, thinking about wiggling into the mass of dancers on the floor.
It’s about when he’s talked himself into returning to the group and actually going home alone (mind full of his best dildos; knowing all the alphas here wouldn’t measure up, wouldn’t be enough), that he makes eye contact with red, red eyes.
Familiar red eyes.
Izuku’s gaze skitters away and then immediately draws itself back. Oh.
He hasn’t seen Kacchan in nearly twenty years. And that must be Kacchan. Who else had red eyes like that, pale blonde hair that spikes so naturally, that easy, alpha confidence, the wide shoulders and big hands? Of course he grew tall, big, the perfect picture of an alpha. Last Izuku’s seen of Katsuki, he was a sobbing five year old as Izuku’s mother drove away from the Bakugou home.
Something long forgotten unfurls in his stomach.
Kacchan.
He’s leaned against the far wall, with a few other alphas at his elbows, but they’re all turned towards him, laughing and jostling each other, bending their necks to speak to him. He’s as tall as them, well built if his closely trimmed black satin shirt said anything. There’s a chain glinting under his collar, and hints of ink on his chest. He’s staring back at Izuku and smirking at the way he’s eyed him up and down. His arms are crossed, it makes them bulge.
When he straightens from the wall, the other alphas stop talking, snapping to attention. Like he’s the pack alpha. Like they’d do anything he asked them to. Good god.
Izuku’s drink runs dry, gurgling at the bottom of his straw. His cheeks hollow out and yet he’s still thirsty.
He couldn’t move his feet if he wanted to. Katsuki says something short to his friends, ignoring their baffled expressions following him as he leaves, heading across the floor towards Izuku. They gape after him, heads craning to see where he was heading.
Their gaze breaks a few times, as Katsuki dodges drunk people, follows the natural corridors, and makes a path through the crowd. People look up at him, glances and eyes follow him, many omegas and betas do the same thing Izuku did earlier, not moving that much, letting themselves brush and rub against Katsuki’s body as he squeezes by. They hope they’ll attract him, distract him, get him to pause on them, but he doesn’t.
Eventually, he stands in front of Izuku.
He’s a solid foot taller at least and his clothes are obviously tailored and expensive. The chain around his neck glints silver, and he’s got some thick bracelets on his wrist, as well as some large, dusky silver rings. Next to him in his skin-tight clothes, Izuku feels cheap, like a whore, like a prostitute lucky enough to catch this man’s eye for a brief, dirty encounter.
It’s delicious, and his pussy flutters.
Izuku opens his mouth to say something, perhaps chirp ‘Kacchan’, but then he’s swallowed by Katsuki’s scent. Sucking in air, Izuku’s hold on his glass flexes, his pupils dilate with a wave of arousal that blooms out of his insides, taking him over for one embarrassingly second.
Teeth glint as Katsuki’s lips quirk sideways, his red eyes burn with smug arrogance and heat. He noticed.
Oh, but he smelled good. He had a strong scent, an overpowering one. It fell from him like a collar around Izuku’s neck, slipping its way against his glands, making him desire that scent all over his body.
Leaning down over him, Katsuki brushes his lips in greeting over Izuku’s forehead. The sweet touch almost takes Izuku aback, but it also feels so perfectly natural, so gentle and loving, that he basks in it, allowing his own scent to cloud them both. It’s probably a mite too excited, a smidge too cloying, but his arousal is hard to tamp down. Katsuki stays hovering for one long moment, before a large hand slides into place on Izuku’s lower back as if it belonged there.
Inwardly, Izuku’s shivering omega moaned in delight.
“Come with me.” Katsuki rumbles, not asking. He takes Izuku’s hand in his large one and leads him away, glancing back and down to find him. Izuku follows, not having spoken a word yet.
Katsuki takes him to the stairs, manned by a large, muscled bouncer with a bald head. He’s intimidating, and Izuku would have been interested him if not for the way Katsuki flashes his card (matte, black), and pulls Izuku to walk ahead of him upstairs.
Letting himself sway a little, Izuku knows Katsuki’s eyes are on his ass as they climb, the steps making him naturally bounce. He feels Katsuki’s hands lightly touch to his hips, his sides as they pass a couple going down (an attractive couple, blonde woman, tall dark man, they both eye them), and it’s claiming, it’s amazing, it’s perfect.
It’s quieter upstairs, Izuku’s never been. There’s a ledge that looks down over the DJ stage and dance floor, and when Katsuki leads him to an empty, comfortable looking couch nearby, Izuku takes a moment and stands on his tiptoes to look over the side.
He can see most everything, even his friend’s table. All four of them were still there, laughing.
“Deku.”
Oh, it’s been a long, long time.
“Kacchan.” He looks over his shoulder, finding the large alpha sending off a waitress, red eyes on his lower half. Playfully, Izuku bounces his heels, which also jiggles his ass just a bit. He grins. Katsuki cuts off what might have been a growl, teeth clacking together and jaw rippling.
Izuku laughs lowly, knowing, knowing he looked tasty like this. Joining Katsuki on the couch, he sits close enough their hips brush, and turns to put his full attention on the alpha.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Katsuki lifts his arm and wraps it around Izuku, hand dangling at his back and brushing his knuckles along the hem of his shirt.
“It’s good to see you.” Izuku says, happy to not have to shout. He crosses his ankles demurely, and places a hand against Katsuki’s torso, flat. His eyes take in the tiny peak of tattoo beneath Katsuki’s collar, he wants to see all of it. “I can’t believe you remember.”
He may be out of practice, but he does know how to flirt with an alpha.
“How could I forget.” Katsuki answers, and Izuku can feel his voice vibrate in his chest. The arm around him slips a bit closer, fingers growing bolder, slipping the first knuckle under the hem of his shirt. Izuku’s heart flutters in his throat, his stomach flipping. (His hole slicks just a bit further). “You’re the same.”
“Not quite the same,” Izuku laughs, “I was five. But I’m glad.”
“No, not quite the same. Five-year-old you didn’t have this figure.” Red eyes scour him, the other pale hand coming to rest over Izuku’s thigh, closest to him. They were so tightly curled together, so wrapped up, they barely noticed the waitress arrive, drop the drinks on the side table, and leave.
Izuku snorts.
“Thank god for that, again, I was five, Kacchan.”
“Calling me Kacchan like that. It’s like I’m right back there, with you in the ravine back home, playing adventure, and heroes, and house.” A quirk to his lips.
Playing house. They had played house a lot. Katsuki was the hardworking heroic husband, Izuku the wife at home waiting for him to come back or waiting to be rescued. Silly child games.
“We were so young, but I remember everything we did like it was yesterday.” Izuku muses, fiddling with the collar of Katsuki’s shirt. “I have only a few pictures. Can’t really explain to my friends why I’m holding onto things that someone gave me in kindergarten.”
An All Might figurine. A tiny string fashioned into a ring (in order to play house accurately). A messily signed picture of Deku and Kacchan! Wonder Duo, married, saving the world! They’re all on one of his memento shelves, on proud display.
“You’ve been single, then?” And that’s a bold question. Izuku darts his gaze up to Katsuki’s, taking in the depth of meaning in those eyes.
“Yes, nothing has…stuck.” Izuku says, deflating a little. Perhaps that make him undesirable. It was always Izuku’s problem with the relationship, never theirs. Izuku always broke up with them, he’s never been broken up with.
Red eyes watch him, and Izuku shivers when Katsuki boldly flattens his hand against his bare skin at his middle, slipping his fingertips down into the tight waistband of his shorts.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” Katsuki says, low, and dark in Izuku's ear. The brush of his lips make him shiver. “I imprinted on you when we were pups.”
Izuku sucks in a tight gasp.
“The old hag and old man only figured it out when I spent three weeks crying, itching my skin. I missed you. You were—” Katsuki bites his word off, fangs glinting. He doesn’t want to say it out loud, Izuku thinks, and he watches as Katsuki hides his dark expression in his drink.
You were mine.
“I’m still yours.” Izuku whispers, sudden and bold and brave. Red eyes snap to him, the pupil expanding. “This is your fault, Kacchan, your fault I can’t keep a relationship. None of them were perfect enough. I always wanted something more.” It’s nice to finally have an answer. That makes so much sense.
Imprinted on Kacchan. By Kacchan.
No other alpha would ever be able to measure up to Izuku’s inner omega’s desires, the perfect alpha had already claimed him in spirit, how could he ever let another come close? Hell, that was why Izuku had been such a terror those first few months, nesting as much as a child could nest, crying his heart out, cuddling with his mum almost constantly. He nearly drove her mad, but it was all because Katsuki had…
“Oh my god, Kacchan, we were five—” Izuku whispers, giddy, a little shocked. He covers his mouth, hiding his smile, fingertips picking up some of his lip gloss. Then he reaches out, with a deep, dark desire, and smears that gloss over Katsuki’s lips, cupping his cheek.
A growl, an actual growl, one that rumbles down through Izuku’s fingers to his body to his cunt. His scent slicks again, and he knows he’s going to seep right through these shorts, extra-absorbent underwear be damned. He’s hauled closer, despite being pressed entirely up to Katsuki.
They don’t kiss. It hovers between them, this want, and it’s so strong, so powerful.
“Deku.” Katsuki huffs a laugh, licking at his lips and getting that gloss off. It tastes disgusting, Izuku knows, sucking on his own, and he laughs when Katsuki wrinkles his nose.
It’s odd. He doesn’t know a damn thing about this Katsuki, this grown up new Katsuki. It’s been over twenty years. But he trusts him, down to the very roots of the world tree, to the edge of space, Izuku would trust him.
He seemed stern-faced, scowling, wrinkles in between his eyebrows. Quiet unless it’s important, he doesn’t fuss with small talk. He reaches out, something smug, arrogant, confident in his expression, getting the drinks for them to sip at. Katsuki asks after Izuku’s mother, after where he lives, what he does, who he came here with. Interested to know everything that he’s missed. Getting to know him again, and realizing, deep down, that they were still the same people.
Perhaps its his omega talking, but Izuku is one hundred percent ready to fucking mate this alpha, whether he likes it or not.
A part of him wonders if it would be too much, to slink onto the ground between Katsuki’s feet and curl up there, rest his head on his thigh and suckle at his alpha cock until he knots, just so Izuku can feel the weight of it, taste him. Everyone here would stare; they’d be shocked an alpha like Katsuki would want an omega like Izuku, or that an omega like Izuku would debase himself so thoroughly, to be so indecent.
His friends would probably faint.
Oh well.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, smile growing on his face, beaming really. Then he realizes he has no more words to say. “Kacchan.” He says again.
It tastes good in his mouth.
“Come home with me?” Katsuki ask, quiet, gentle. His thumb moves against Izuku’s skin, against a ticklish spot on his rib, and Izuku can’t help it. For all his arousal, his gut-churning need and desire for this man, his heart was also blushing, squeezing in his chest. He leans in and presses a glossy kiss to Katsuki’s jaw. It makes him rest entirely against Katsuki, curled up to him on the couch like they could be at home, under blankets, watching a movie.
Here at the club, Izuku grasp a taste of what could be, and god, he wants so much his soul shakes.
“Yes.” He says, the fog of alcohol leaving him for a crisp clarity.
As they climb down the stairs, Izuku’s legs shaking only a little bit, they pass Katsuki’s alpha friends going up. A redhead, a blonde, and a very tall and lanky black-haired man, all of them pausing on the steps to gape at them. Izuku beams, flushing, but Katsuki’s hand only flexes, smug, around the back of his neck.
“Fucking get it!” One hoots, as they leave, the others hollering and calling out indistinguishable noise, all of them cheering. Izuku can’t help but laugh at the way Katsuki mutters.
“Idiots.”
“They seem fun, how unlike you.” Izuku offers and gets a flick on the nose.
They run into Izuku’s friends near the door. They blink, startling, as the alpha squeezes the back of Izuku’s neck and heads for the coat check.
“I’m going to go home with someone I ran into, so don’t worry.” Izuku replies, he swiftly hugs Uraraka and makes a break for it, halted by a sudden grip on his arm.
“Who is that?!” She asks, surprised. Maybe even shocked.
“An old friend.” Izuku replies nonchalantly, perhaps a bit smugly, the booze loosening his tongue. He glances to Katsuki, who was getting his jacket and Izuku’s. It’s beyond obvious he’s an alpha, a big important one too, the staff dropping everyone else’s slips in order to rush and complete Katsuki’s.
They all gape a little. Tsuyu sends him a tiny thumbs up.
“He is not your type.” Uraraka says with such certainty. “Don’t be silly, you’re safer coming home with us.”
Izuku nearly laughs in her face. This is getting a little tiresome. It’s his own fault, he knows, he hasn’t been entirely truthful but really? He was an adult.
“Oh, trust me, he’s the blueprint for my type.” He replies flatly, gaining surprised looks from them all.
“It’s very late,” Iida says a little sternly, “I don’t feel comfortable letting you go with an unknown alpha.”
“He’s not unknown, I trust him.” Izuku does roll his eyes then, catching with Todoroki’s, who also merely sends him an impressed eyebrow raise.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but he doesn’t seem to be…waiting for you. Are you sure you don’t want to come home with us?” Uraraka asks, her hold on his arm not lessening. The look on her face was something close to dread, concern, and worse…pity.
Izuku glances over to what she was looking at and found Kacchan standing there, a beautiful woman hanging off his one shoulder. She had long flowing gorgeous blonde hair, a tight body in a very expensive looking mini dress, her smile was large and beaming and she was talking into his ear. With his leather jacket on and Izuku’s thrown over his arm, he’s obviously ready to leave but the woman wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Perhaps Uraraka saw something Izuku didn’t.
Because all he could see was the way Katsuki was suffering, shoulders tense, hunched nearly up to his ears, a scowl growing on his face, his head leaning further and further away from the woman until his neck begins to visibly strain.
Izuku couldn’t help it. He started giggling, trying to smother it in his own mouth.
“Izuku?” Uraraka asks, confused.
Katsuki glances over to catch sight of him and with a shake that wasn’t unlike a dog shaking off water, disengages with the woman, rolls his eyes at her pout, and stomps over. He towers over Izuku and Uraraka both, Izuku can sense Todoroki and Iida tensing, alphas unable to help it against Katsuki’s strong scent. Katsuki shakes out Izuku’s coat and lays it over his shoulders, holding him.
“Ready to go?” He rumbles, and Uraraka’s fingers twitch on Izuku’s arm. Red eyes catch the move and narrow on the woman. Straightening her back, Uraraka’s ready to defend her friend, even from what he doesn’t need protection from. He does appreciate it. A glimmer of amusement enters Katsuki’s eyes, as the beta woman squares up against him.
“Nearly, Kacchan.” Izuku hiccups on a laugh, ready to sway under Katsuki’s arm, ready to leap his way into his arms so long as he could go home with the man, but his friends seem to still be concerned.
Izuku shakes his head at them then, sighing.
“I know him, I’ve known him all my life.” Izuku says, “It’s alright. I want to go with him.”
“This is the illusive Kacchan? The one you lost touch with?” Tsuyu breaks into the tension to ask, somehow always perfectly on point for what to say.
“Yes,” Izuku smiles at her, then gently disengages Uraraka from his arm. “I promise you guys, I’m safer with Kacchan than anyone else on the planet. Have a good night, text me when you get home. Talk to you tomorrow?” Firmly, he turns his back on them, accepting Katsuki’s arm around his shoulders as easy as breathing.
They leave, and Izuku sucks in a deep breath of the fresh night air.
He feels oddly free.
“Ready, Deku?”
Deku, what a beautiful name. He’s completely forgotten about it, about how it’s his special name just from Kacchan. Coming out of Katsuki’s mouth now, it had the same cadence of ‘babe’ and ‘baby’. It made his heart, stomach, and pussy flutter.
God, he’s a freak.
“Yes, Kacchan.”
Katsuki walks him around the building to a beautiful sleek black car, opening the door for him. Stepping in, Izuku tries to make his movements as sexy as possible, sliding both his bare legs inside and leaning against leather. Katsuki closes the door and walks around the car, red eyes taking in their surroundings. The car smells like Kacchan and air freshener. Protective. Powerful. Safe.
Izuku feels so fucking special right now, he’s never going to be able to let go of this feeling.
“My place isn’t far.” Katsuki says as he also gets in, movements practiced and easy, fitting into the expensive seat like he was born for it. The car purrs to life.
“What do you do, Kacchan? You’re well off in a way I can’t remember your parents being.” Izuku asks, reaching out to toggle the radio just a bit, turning it to a nice low jazz station.
“Their clothing line got off the ground when we change headquarters to the big city a few years after you had to move.” Katsuki answers the rings on his fingers standing out proudly on the peak of the steering wheel. His other hand smoothly crosses the console to grasp over Izuku’s bare thigh, the grab proprietary. Izuku bite his lip against the rush of need that went to his center. Red eyes glint at him from the corner of Katsuki’s eye.
“Is it still called Bakugou? I admit to picking up as many pieces as I can find when I’m at a thrift store.” Izuku says, a little too breathily, drawing his finger pads down the strong lines of Katsuki’s hand, curling a bit around just his thumb. He feels odd, with his scabby, terribly chewed nail beds and cracked pink nail polish next to Katsuki’s strong, silver-ringed hand, gripping his thigh so tight it bulged.
“They started a new line when I joined the company, gave it to me to sink or swim. Called it Dynamite.”
Izuku gasps. “Are you kidding? Kacchan that’s amazing! I love everything in that line, it’s just out of my budget range. Uraraka saved for three months to buy the dress she was wearing tonight!”
“I’ll get you some.” Katsuki says immediately after, staring at him, even as the light changes green. “I’ll get you everything you want.” His thumb drew circles on Izuku’s skin.
“You don’t have to.” Izuku replies shyly, “But if you have a discount…”
“I want to. I don’t care about money. If you want it, I’ll get it for you.” It’s firm, and probably a little too commanding. But all Izuku can see is the soft look in his eyes, the change in alpha scent that was screaming provide-provide-provide.
“I’d like that. So long as I can wear them for Kacchan.” Izuku says in return, and his scent was also pumping out signals, too much, too many. Katsuki’s hand flexes, and Izuku’s cunt burns with heat.
In the close space of the car, Izuku’s slick scent was beginning to turn palpable.
Katsuki turns with one hand, steering smoothly into the parkade of a large high rise Izuku hadn’t been paying attention to. They get to a certain level and Katsuki parks, turning to Izuku with heavy red eyes.
The hand on his thigh swaps to the opposite as Katsuki leans towards him, and this one doesn’t creep, it boldly moves, sinking into the space between, turning and cupping over Izuku’s sex entirely. The sudden pressure, the sudden invasion of his personal privacy makes Izuku gasp, but his pussy throbs. Katsuki’s eyes are so close, his lips closer.
“Deku, I want you.” Katsuki says, clear and confident. “We go upstairs, I’m not letting you walk out, not unless it’s with my mark on you. I’m going to fuck you in a hundred ways, sleep with you in my bed, then fuck you again another hundred.”
“Yes,” Izuku breathes immediately, body pressing forward, right up against the console, thighs parted around Katsuki’s hand. He pumps his hips just a little, moving in a sinuous wave. Red eyes darken. “Kacchan, I want that.”
“I can be aggressive, rough. Tell me to stop and I will.”
Izuku is immediately shaking his head. He’s breathless with this opportunity, with the promise in Katsuki’s beautiful eyes. If this is going to happen, Izuku wants to be absolutely open and honest from the beginning.
“If I say red, we stop, yellow we pause, green keep going.” He gets to watch Katsuki’s nostrils flare, sucking in Izuku’s wet slick scent deep, hand pressing harder, rubbing up and down over the damp shorts. “I want it like that, I like being chased down and mounted and taken, even though I’m fighting.” Green eyes meet blown out red. “I want to lose.”
“Fuck, Deku—” Katsuki reaches with his other hand, snatches Izuku’s neck in his grip and kisses him, forceful and mean. It overtakes them both, tongues fighting, pressing so hard their lips pinch against their teeth. He’s got a hand on Izuku’s nape and the other between his legs. Izuku moans, high pitched, into Katsuki’s mouth and gasps when he’s released.
“Gonna hunt you.” Katsuki growls, voice dark and rasping.
Something primal quivers in Izuku, an odd sense of fear and excitement, one that makes his heart palpitate like a rabbit’s, like prey. That’s it, that’s exactly it, that’s what he wants.
“You gotta win, Kacchan,” Izuku half-whines, nearly clambering over the console into his lap. He kisses him, this time, leaping for his mouth. Katsuki’s arm jolts, as he moves his hand in a fast-jerking motion, rubbing Izuku’s clit even through the shorts. Izuku pants, trembling.
“I always win.” Katsuki says, then bodily shoves Izuku back, turning and leaving the car. Scrambling at his own door handle, Izuku almost falls on his face, his legs turned to jelly. Katsuki is immediately there, slamming the door shut with Izuku’s body, as he presses their fronts together and kisses him again, hands rough and tight where they clench on his hips. Izuku reaches for blonde hair, sinking his fingers in and grabbing, directing that big head into a better angle.
He sighs through his nose, the kiss feeling more like coming home than walking into his apartment ever has. Kacchan. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.
Growling against his lips, Katsuki shakes his head, ripping his hands out and pressing a small ring of key into his palm.
“Twenty third floor, 2308. Elevators over there.” Katsuki looks over his shoulder, Izuku’s eyes following him. the elevator is in a small room, windows only just displaying the silver metal. His heart was pounding, his breath coming in gasps.
This is…this is perfect, if this was…
“Get there before me.” Katsuki says darkly, leaning down and biting Izuku’s bottom lip hard enough it smarts. Then he’s standing upright, not even stepping away, forcing Izuku to edge his way out from between the car and his tall, strong body. He clutches the keys, licking his lips, over and over where Katsuki bit him.
“Kacchan.” Izuku whispers, hesitating only a second.
Then, like it had been waiting for it, the lights of the parkade start timing out, going dark from the far end towards where they stand. Katsuki’s growl fills the air and Izuku turns tail and runs for the elevator.
He doesn’t hear footsteps behind him, but he can’t hear much over the rushing of blood in his ears, the way he was panting, the pounding of his heart. Ripping the door open, Izuku slams his fingers into the up button, over and over, hoping it would come fast, come on.
He glances to the window of the elevator room, not able to see where Katsuki was, it was getting dark with the lights turning off, only the auxiliary ones remaining.
The elevator dings open and Izuku rushes inside, fingers finding the 23 and the door close button at the same time. He jiggles it, eye wide, glancing as best he can, and just as the doors start closing, Izuku hears the elevator room door swing wide open, a storm of footsteps, and Katsuki is there at the crack of the sliding doors, slamming his hand against them with a loud boom, snarling like an animal.
Izuku shrieks, dodging backwards despite the door having already closed and the elevator beginning to move. A gush of slick pours from his pussy, and he puts a hand at his crotch to feel the heat of himself, of his arousal twisting in his gut, flaring out.
He’s being hunted.
(His logical brain understands that they’re in an apartment building, they’re not actually hunting one another in the forest or in some wild place, they had to at least pretend to be normal if they come across any other humans, but the rest of him…the rest of him…)
The rest of Izuku was convinced he had to run from the predator, or else he’ll get fucked. He could even die. And this lovely, beautiful belief swallowed his body up in a savage lust so huge he was shiny with wetness between his thighs. His eyes fixed on the light up numbers at the top.
- 2. 3. 4. 5.
Katsuki would only get up to the same floor as fast as the other elevator comes down to grab hm, Izuku has the time between leaving the elevator, opening the door, and into the apartment before Katsuki catches up. This would only end in him being fucked, but Katsuki was playing his role so well, Izuku’s never felt so ready before, so into it, so desirable.
- 12. 13. 14. 15.
How could he appease Kacchan? When he’s caught, Izuku needs to please him, make him happy. Make the big alpha happy and content so he doesn’t kill him. He’ll present. He’ll drop to his knees and wave his ass up and around, showing off his wet, puffy pussy, croon to the alpha to fuck him instead, fuck him, he’s good, he’ll feel so good.
- 20. 21. 22. 23.
The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors take forever to open. Izuku tries not to rush, but he does, darting out, checking room numbers, and practically running down the hall. 2308. 2308.
Hah!
Now he has to figure out the keys. His hands tremble, they fit the first one into the wrong keyhole.
Come on, come on, come on!
He hears the other elevator ding, down the hall. Looking over his shoulder, Izuku’s eyes widen at the crack of light growing on the floor. One lock turned. He quickly brought the key to the other one, sinking it in, hearing Katsuki’s feet on the ground, the carpeted hallway making it harder to distinguish. He was going faster though, and Izuku could sense his presence growing behind him, like a predator in the bushes, stalking, ready to pounce.
Izuku hears Katsuki inhale deeply, probably smelling his slick, and he gets the other lock open, throwing the door open and darting inside, glancing over his shoulder to find Katsuki far too close.
There’s a lamp on, it’s a muted orange light and casts everything in shadow. Given only a second to identify any obstacles, Izuku dives his way behind the kitchen island (a lovely white marble), eyes searching for his next move (a long, nice grey couch, stately coffee table, a hallway that was dark as night. Big windows to the far side let only some light of the city in, but floor to ceiling, exposing).
“Omega…” Katsuki growls from the doorway. He hadn’t plunged in after Izuki, so he stood there in stark shadow, the light of the hallways behind him. His arms up at the doorframe, he’s big, filling it, menacing.
Fuck, Izuku whimpers, cunt tightening. He’s got a hand popping the button of his shorts so he can stuff it down between, searching for his clit.
“Alpha please,” he whispers, desperate, “please don’t…”
“You’re in my den.” Katsuki answers, and it’s perfect, and Izuku will have this memory forever after to rub himself off to. He prowls a few steps inside, the door is kicked shut, and Izuku loses that bit of light. Now with the lamp behind him, Izuku realizes he’s now the one illuminated, and he steps lightly around the kitchen island in counter to the way Katsuki enters his own home.
Leather jacket is thrown atop the counter. Buttons on his shirt are undone. Red eyes are dark in the light.
Katsuki smells like a roaring fire, like something sweet sent to burn in the center of the flames. His lust and desire a penetrating cloud, engulfing Izuku entirely, mixing with his own wet, needy smell.
“You can’t hide.” Katsuki says, dark, as he rounds the island. Red eyes are fixed on Izuku, who’s backing away. They dart down and the pupils further widen, finding Izuku touching himself, even as he hopped around the island, circling it. “You know you wanted this, omega, why else would you come so far inside? This is an alpha’s den.” Katsuki’s voice is heavy around Izuku’s ears, falling to rest along his neck, his throat, over his glands.
Like a beautiful, tight collar made of strong fingers.
Izuku whines again, moving a bit too fast, almost tripping, Katsuki surges another few feet at the misstep, halting when Izuku whirls on him, keeping the island between them.
“Alpha,” Izuku licks his lips, hand free from his shorts in order to be ready. His fingers are wet. He brings them to his own mouth and licks, rewarded with a deep, dark groan. “Alpha, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come so far, please don’t.”
“Don’t what, baby?” Katsuki coos, smirk turning dark and mean, eyes fixed on Izuku’s wet mouth, his wet eyes. In one breathless instant, Katsuki had surged up and over the island, coming full throttle for Izuku, furniture no obstacle.
Squealing, Izuku runs, fleeing, using the counter to swing himself around faster and change directions, going for the couch and its relative safety, perhaps he could hide behind it. Steps slam behind him, snarling curses.
“Don’t what? Don’t fuck you? No lies, omega, I can smell you,” Katsuki hisses, kicking his shoes off and prowling in his socks now, silent on the wood floors. Heart stammering, Izuku casts about, kicking his own shoes off and stepping on his toes to get out of his socks. It has the effect of rubbing his thighs together, his clit engorged in his panties and gently rocking against the seam of his shorts. “I can smell how wet you are, you want this.”
Katsuki’s on the couch, hand digging into the cushions, looming high above Izuku, who crouches, as if to hide, as if to nearly submit.
Moving slowly Katsuki approaches him, and Izuku is frozen. He doesn’t know where to go, he doesn’t know what to do. He’s so fucking hot inside he’s scorching, his thighs are wet, his clothes too tight around him. With Katsuki reaching out one threatening hand, ready to grab him, to sink into his hair, perhaps around his neck, Izuku blots out a thick surge of scent, ripping off his crop top and throwing it in Katsuki’s face.
Momentarily disoriented, Katsuki lunges and misses him when Izuku skitters sideways, heading into the dark hallway.
“My gorgeous omega,” Katsuki practically moans, holding the shirt to his nose. In the dark of the hall, Izuku feels hidden. He peeks as best he can, finding Katsuki unbuttoning the last of his own shirt, leaving it on the couch, sniffing hard against the fabric of Izuku’s black top. His tattoo is dark, gothic black marks and designs spreading out over his pectorals, but to his shoulders. It looks like stylized wolves, with large gaping maws, sharp teeth, and claws. The way it spread over Katsuki merely highlighted his size, and Izuku wanted to lick every line.
Izuku whimpers, biting his lip to stifle it when he sees Katsuki reach down and unbuckle his pants, opening it and using his shirt, Izuku’s shirt, to massage against his hard cock. His shirt will smell like alpha musk now, and hopefully, Katsuki left some pre Izuku can suck out later.
Fuck, he’s so nasty.
“See this, omega?” Katsuki calls to him, teasing, threatening. “This is for you. You’re going to turn stupid when I knot you, no cock will ever be enough again.” Looks like Katsuki is nasty too. Izuku’s heart warms with an oddly inappropriate flutter (too soft, too gentle for the current moment and circumstances).
“Alpha, you’re…you’re so…” Izuku whines, shimmying his shorts off, his panties pulling away from his swollen cunt lips with a sticky slurp. They fall to the hallway floor.
“What, no protests this time?” Katsuki, with his unfairly attractive body, prowls to the hall opening, making Izuku back away. He’s peeked in the two doors, found one bathroom, one office, so he assumes the last door is going to be the bedroom. The den. The nest.
Dropping Izuku’s shirt with his trousers, Katsuki stands there naked, muscled like a Greek god, illuminated at the side by the lamp, cutting his features into sharp relief. He reaches up to put his hands on each corner of the hallway entry, leaning to rest on them, his shoulders bunching. His cock hangs, hard, between his legs and Izuku quivers at the size, at just the shadow of it.
Izuku is ready to fall to his knees, but the game wasn’t over. He’s not been caught yet.
“I’m so close, omega,” Katsuki whispers, his voice slithering down the hall to Izuku’s ears. “So close to pushing you down, catching you. Hunted you this whole way, you must be tired.” He snaps his teeth, twice, showing off his strong fangs, “I’m going to win. Going to claim my prize.” He leaps forward, and Izuku almost falls, turning and heading into the bedroom. It’s a dead end. There’s nowhere else to run.
He’s about to leap over the bed to huddle behind it when with several quick steps, Katsuki’s already caught up to him. Arms harshly grab him around, pinning his own down, and the weight of the alpha on his back sends Izuku down to his knees, then his front, landing with a loud bang.
He squirms, crying out, trying to break free, but the alpha has him locked tight, legs pinned, arms caught, and –fuck!
Teeth in his neck.
“Augh!” Izuku cries out, head whipping back. Katsuki grunts with it, before using his toes on the floor to flex forward, pressing Izuku face down, teeth tightening on their hold. They’re plastered together, Katsuki’s heavy cock banged at the back of Izuku’s thighs. The alpha’s panting around his mouthful, exhales searing hot, and the weight of him forces all the air from Izuku’s lungs.
Dazed, Izuku scrambles, arms released for only a moment until Katsuki has hold of his wrists and presses him flat to the ground, eager cock surging against his ass, pushing between his cheeks to rub there.
Katsuki growls around his bite, and Izuku whines with the pain of it. And then Izuku slumps, tired, panting into the floor with the alpha atop him, hips working against his ass. His legs spread, easy, his cunt dripping.
“Got you,” Katsuki growls, releasing the mark, and trailing his panting mouth up the side of Izuku’s neck. Was the wetness his spit, or Izuku’s blood? Both were hot, incredible. Without having to use his strength to pin Izuku down, Katsuki eases up onto his knees, mouth finding Izuku’s and kissing deep, searing, claiming.
“Kacchan, fuck,” Izuku breathes, breaking character, groaning, so fucking ready Katsuki could probably slide right in, no stretching required.
“Such a good omega, accepting what you want.” Katsuki says to him, and Izuku reluctantly preens, shuddering. Large hands scrawl from his shoulders down his side, to his hips, easing him up a bit, then going under to pet his chest to belly, stopping at his nipples. With Katsuki crouched over him in the dark of his bedroom, where it smelled most strongly of alpha, Izuku lets himself go, eyes rolling back.
He chirrups, a happy omega noise, in his throat. Letting his mouth fall open so Katsuki can feast as he likes.
That was a good chase, the best chase, the most amazing thing he’s ever experienced. Now he wants the prize. Wants to be claimed.
Katsuki stands over him, taking his heat and weight away. Crooning for him back, Izuku looks for him, and is then picked up bodily, hauled upright and then brought to the bed.
Laid gently in the bedding, Izuku crawls forward and turns, opening his arms and his legs for Katsuki, his alpha, to slink atop him. He purrs, eager, dripping for it, and urges with his legs and ankle for Katsuki to enter him, to take him.
Katsuki snorts, putting his body weight back on Izuku and letting his cock fall to lay heavy over Izuku’s pussy, cockhead pointed down between his thighs. He’s big, but not huge, and thick. Izuku squeezes his pussy just to feel the way the cock moves against him and earns a grunt.
“So easy, turning from scared little bunny rabbit to needy slut in an instant. Knew you would want this, baby, knew it. My little omega, made for me, wants to be chased down and fucked in the dirt.” Katsuki whispers, painting lust and desire into the inside of Izuku’s mouth with tongue filled kisses. He curls his arms around Katsuki’s neck, digging fingertips into the skin of his shoulders.
“I wanted you to fuck me at the club. Put me on my knees there at the couch so I could suck you off and show everyone that cock is mine.” Izuku whispers back, as Katsuki kisses his way along his cheek to his ear.
A growl reverberates right there, overwhelming him, making his entire body shudder with omega need.
“Kacchan, I’m so ready for you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me--” He humps his hips up to move against Katsuki’s cock, his slick wetting it, not even needing lube.
Nobody has ever made Izuku this wet.
Katsuki captures his head in one of his hands, palm covering his tough and fingers cupping under his jaw. Drawing back to stare into him, Katsuki’s red eyes are wide and hot and fixed on Izuku.
“Later I’m going to eat you out. I’m going to put my teeth on your clit and make you come on my fingers until they’re pruned and you’ve made the bed sopping wet. I’m going to lick out your ass and stretch that too, as I fuck you again on your knees, over the couch, making that smell like you too. Then I’m going to put your face against the window and fuck you there, until you squirt and get the glass all wet. You’re not going to remember your fucking name, only mine, only alpha. Then I’m going to do it all again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after. I claimed you as a pup.” Katsuki bites Izuku’s lip until his mouth opens further on a moan, then spits directly into it.
Katsuki follows the mean, dominating move with a kiss, eyes wide open during it and glaring, even as he fucks his saliva in with his tongue.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Izuku feels a hotter and hotter bolt of lust with every image Katsuki makes him picture. His hips thrust up, catching his clit on Katsuki’s shaft, legs tightening on the alpha until he shakes.
“You’re my fucking omega, Deku, Izuku, you’re mine!” Katsuki growls into his face, hips churning into a good solid thrust against Izuku, and Izuku comes from that stimulation alone, orgasming with wet, flailing stutters, crying out against Katsuki, utterly pinned down.
Jerking with it, Izuku nearly destabilized Katsuki, but the alpha only huffs an excited, shocked breath and grips him by the hair.
“You came, you just fucking squirted all over my dick,” Katsuki groans, amazed. He draws his hips back, savoring Izuku’s overstimulated whine, and presses his head to his opening. With the pressure and force of his weight, Katsuki pushes into Izuku, ignoring his whines and the way he claws at his arms.
“Kacchan--!” Izuku can’t think, it’s moving so fast, he’s overwhelmed. The aftermath of his orgasm is still shivering through his limbs, making him flutter and tighten around Katsuki’s cock as it enters him, and bottoms out with the blonde stretched out atop him, face twisting in a macabre image of pleasure.
They breathe together, letting Izuku get used to the intrusion, the heat of his core not faltering even after the near-touchless climax. Izuku’s got his legs wide around Katsuki’s hips, pinned back with his weight, all of him focused on the way Katsuki seemed to throb within his cunt. On the way Katsuki was squeezing his eyes shut, teeth clenched so hard tendons stood out on his neck.
“Oh,” Izuku whispers, cooing, touching up Katsuki’s biceps, his shoulders, following the lines of his tattoo, even daring to coil around his neck. His fingers touch and play at his gland, causing him to shiver, and jerk. “Oh, my alpha. So big, you hit right at the end of me.”
“Slut knows just what to say,” Katsuki grunts, pulling back the tiniest amount before pushing back in, seeming unwilling to leave the embrace of Izuku’s warm, wet pussy.
“Hmmm,” Izuku smiles, dazed with the sudden fullness of cock and heated, recovering quickly from his orgasm and burning with the need for getting fucked, “Alpha knows how to claim, just right. Perfect, Kacchan, so perfect.”
“Fuck, your kink matches my kink. How is that possible.” Katsuki grumbles, working his hips in a circle. He drops his head and stares down to where he’s spreading Izuku’s cunt. The bedroom was only lit by the light of the city, scattering through the blinds and leaving long pillars of white light on the wall and ceiling. They’re both only half illuminated, but their eyes have adjusted, and they can make out expressions, see the glint of wetness, find nipples.
Izuku gasps when Katsuki pinches his left nipple, plucking it, palming his chest like it was a fat, juicy breast.
“That’s my omega.” Katsuki rumbles, drawing his hips back and pushing inside once more. The first thrust. It’s easy. The second one easier as wetness gathers, as Izuku’s body relaxes. “That’s my fucking omega, taking it, taking my cock. So fucking tight, shit, it’s so fucking tight.”
“You talking to yourself, baby?” Izuku croons, sucking in air, trying to remain cognizant as more and more of his mind is focusing on his cunt, on the push and pull and press of Katsuki inside of him, making room for himself.
“No. To you. You all there, Deku?” Katsuki grins, his teeth a white sharp line in the dark. He nudges up his knees under Izuku’s thighs, siting back on his heels and clasping thick thigs, lifting Izuku easily to fit into the space, cock a perfect angle. His next thrusts are snaps of his hips, fast moving, hitting so perfect Izuku throws his arms up over his head for leverage.
“Ka-Kacchan!” He cries out, “fuck, yes!”
“Oh, you swear with that mouth? Gonna stuff all that cursing back inside where it belongs, filth like that should be in your cunt, get fucked out of you.” Katsuki grunts, abdomen flexing as he fucks into Izuku, arms tensed to keep his hips aloft, so his cock was driving in deep and perfect. Izuku sinks back into the bedding, arms up by his ears, hands scrabbling at the headboard as he’s fucked up into it.
“Ooh,” Izuku whines, the noise drawn out with each thrust, “Kacchan, Kacchan!”
One of his hands removes itself from the headboard, trailing own to his belly where, he swears, he can feel the way Katsuki was taking over his insides.
“Wanna see it fat, Deku? Wanna swell up with my seed?” Katsuki asks, huffing, fingers gripping harder suddenly, probably pressing bruises into the flesh of Izuku’s hips. “Can get you pregnant with me, and my pups. Make our own.”
“Fuuu---Kacchan!” Izuku cries out, no other words coming to his mind, “Oh, Kacchan!”
“That’s right, mommies shouldn’t swear!” Katsuki fucks hard, slapping three times in so hard Izuku gasps at the near pain of it, of Katsuki’s cock hitting his cervix at this angle. But then he’s pulling out, and Izuku is left bereft, laid onto the bed flat.
“Kacchan?” He asks, dazed, mind still focused on the word mommy in Katsuki’s rough, fucked out voice. When his eyes focus, he finds Katsuki leaning up on his knees, cut through the middle by city light, hand moving on his cock, moving Izuku’s wetness around with a slick, slick, slick noise.
“Turn over.” Katsuki says, voice dark, rough, heavy with alpha. He seems on the verge of rut, though his scent remained the same. It was all lust, all true, clear minded want. Red eyes were nearly black like this, and his body seemed like a beast out of Izuku’s darkest dreams.
Present, his omega whispers, desperate, needy. Present.
He swings his legs, shocked at how fucked out he already was, as they shake and shiver under him, he turns, pushing his face deep into the covers to smell them, rubbing his own scent around, turning to the side so he can breathe, arms curling politely beneath his chest as he tilts his hips, moving his ass up and back so Katsuki has full access to his hole.
To his holes, he realizes, when Katsuki leans down and licks one long, flat line up from Izuku’s clit to his ass, driving it against puckered flesh.
“K’cch’n!” Izuku bites into the covers, hands gripping tight.
“Omega.” Katsuki says, biting into one cheek, then the next with nearly too much teeth, dragging his lips, his spit, down the small of Izuku’s back, down the curve of his spine. He knees his way forward until he’s putting his arms around the curve of Izuku’s hips, flattening to the bedspread, mounting him like a dog. He’s tall enough Izuku’s all curled in tight, ass up and presented, cock hanging at pussy lips, and still he can press kisses to Izuku’s shoulder and nape.
The bite mark on the crook of his neck, from Katsuki hunting and winning, twinges as he laves his tongue over it.
“Getting my den all stunk up with you, Deku,” Katsuki growls, hips forcing his shaft against the flat of Izuku’s pussy, making the lips spread around it but unable to get it inside. Izuku whimpers. “Smells like an omega lives here now.”
“Y-yeah?” Izuku asks, barely able to hold onto the words, to understand. All of his body, his omega, was screaming for that dick, for more, for an orgasm on that knot that could, would, knock him up. He wants to hear Katsuki keep speaking. Izuku whines, wondering why there wasn’t more cock in him, why there wasn’t any thrusting.
“Yeah, Deku, my omega.” Katsuki licks up his neck, before reshuffling, reaching down to ease his cockhead into the opening of Izuku’s pussy. “Finally in my den. Didn’t know I’d find you there, but I been looking. Figures you show up right when I don’t expect. Been waiting for you, omega. All these other cunts don’t measure up, not to what I’ve just won, not what I hunted down.” It’s almost nonsense, it’s words that are so much Izuku can’t keep up; that cock hasn’t moved yet.
“Show me.” Katsuki demands. “Show me what I won. Cream yourself on my dick, right here, squirt all over my mattress, make it smell like you.”
Beneath his weight, Izuku can barely move, but he sets himself up on his elbows, looks back over his shoulder to catch red eyes and slams his hips back, taking all of Katsuki at once. Red eyes widen, before narrowing tight with a snarl.
Izuku realizes he’s been growling too, snarling back at his alpha for daring to mention any other pussy that’s been here. This is his den now. He’s the omega here.
“Fuck!” Katsuki bites out, fangs large and sharp. He’s got a hold of Izuku now, and Izuku’s humping back anyway, working himself on his cock so hard his ass is bouncing, clapping against Katsuki’s hips with each thrust taken.
Izuku hears the slap on his ass before he feels it, but his tempo is stuttered when the sudden bright, sexy pain sings on his senses. He receives another one, on the other side, and yelps. He grits his teeth, planting himself into the mattress and using its give to really fuck back, expecting Katsuki to handle it. He glowers over his shoulder.
“Alpha should know better.” Izuku growls, taking in Katsuki from blonde hair, laden with sweat, to where his hips hit against Izuku. He turns his head the other way, looking for the best angle, even ducking to press his forehead to the bed and watch between his legs as his pussy is beaten from the inside. Katsuki’s balls swing, smacking against Izuku, hitting his clit sometimes but not providing enough of a stimulant.
Snarling again at the shitty alpha – he’ll show him a good fucking omega, he’ll squirt his juices all over his bed so much that he’ll never get it out, this den will smell like Izuku forever – Izuku rubs at his clit and seeks out his orgasm, bouncing himself on Katsuki with his own pleasure in mind.
“Fucking come, Izuku, come,” Katsuki is saying, as Izuku’s cunt tightens and relaxes around him. There’s a thick feeling at the bottom of his cock now, the knot, threatening to swell, ramming into Izuku’s pussy rim.
“Knot!” Izuku snarls, commanding him, shoving back so hard he pops it in himself, and grinds, squirming, arm cramping in his efforts on his clitoris, and yes, yes, yes---
The world breaks apart. The knot swells, yanking within Izuku’s clutch, he can vaguely hear Katsuki’s beautiful howl as he comes, but Izuku is busy coming as well, shaking apart around that dick and yet holding on so tightly Katsuki can’t even catch his breath before another orgasm hits them both, come surging out into the omega and seeking its way to plant.
They both shake, shivering, Katsuki’s body slowly weakening until he’s pressed tight to Izuku’s back, forehead to spine, all their attention broken up and in pieces because of the shared orgasm.
Panting, Izuku half-moans with each swell of come, with the pulsing of his pussy.
“’m on b’rth c’ntr’l.” Izuku mutters into the blankets, dazed, dreamy.
“Th’s g’d. Pr’lly sh’d’ve asked.” Katsuki slurs back.
They list to the side, both exhausted, sweaty, messy. Izuku had done as he was bid, his slick had gushed so much it covered his thighs, made a great big wet spot in the blankets. As they calmed down from the height of their orgasms, so intense it left them both shaking, Katsuki wraps his arms around Izuku, cuddling him back into his body.
Kicking and squirming, Izuku drags the top blanket off the bed entirely (fucked into no semblance of order) and attempts to burrito them both together through some deep instinctual omega desire to be cozy and safe. Huffing a laugh though his nose, Katsuki helps, knocking his knees tight up against the back of Izuku’s, sticking his nose to the hollow of his ear. They lay together, sticky and wet and cooling down.
Izuku lets out a groan, feeling his body out, unsure if he could even walk at the moment. So much cock in his cunt, come swelling it just that tiny bit, filling him up.
“God, that’s good.” He hums, cooing when he feels lips kiss at his neck, over his bite. It’s not even a claim bite, a bare inch from his gland (Katsuki is a gentleman after all), but it feels like one.
“Fuckin’ perfect omega.” Katsuki says, almost sighing, all that violence and lust drained out of him through his cock.
“Not a hundred ways though.” Izuku grins into the darkness, eyes lidding shut. Katsuki chuffs against his neck, scoffing, one hand petting over Izuku’s chest, his side, and down over his belly where Katsuki still nestled. It’ll be some few more minutes until his knot deflates.
“I’ll fix that tomorrow.” Katsuki says, yawning large and loud in Izuku’s ear.
“Oh?” Izuku replies, teasing, eyes already shut, sleep drifting in. It would be okay to sleep on a cock for a few hours. It’s his alpha’s cock. His omega was purring happily, fucked dumb. “Typical alpha, knotting and falling a-asle-ee...p…”
Izuku dozes into a deep, comfortable unconsciousness, fucked full, fat, and happy.
He wakes just once in the night, when Katsuki slips his cock free, leaving him gaping and empty and whining about it. He’s shushed, cleaned up with a warm cloth, given water and a Tylenol, and his phone is plugged into a spare charger. Then, curling at Katsuki’s side, he’s got a leg thrown over and his cheek pillowed on a fat pectoral, purring as happy as a cat with cream.
The world wakes up slowly on a Sunday morning. Dawn sunlight brightens the room with a soft, delicate touch, shining through Izuku’s eyelids until he cracks them, finding a strong chest, an arm around his middle, and a lovely sore feeling in his gut. He kisses where his head rests, content to go back to sleep for a few hours more perhaps.
His phone is vibrating.
Groaning, Izuku moves, feeling like he has to peel every inch of skin off of Katsuki, their sweat sticking them together. He rolls and barely drags his phone closer with his fingertips, squinting at it to find Uraraka facetiming him.
The alpha grunts unhappily, eyes cracking at the loss of warmth at his side.
Izuku answers the phone.
“Izuku!” Uraraka cries through the phone, smiling. “You’re alive!”
“Kinda.” Izuku groans, trying to angle the camera away from his naked body, giving her his forehead and the absolute rat’s nest his hair had become. He smiles at her. “I’m fine, thanks for worrying.”
“Of course, just checking. Sorry for trying to rain on your parade last night. I shouldn’t be so controlling of your choices.”
“That’s okay. I know I wasn’t being the nicest about it either.”
Katsuki groans, loud enough it interrupts them, and Uraraka’s eyebrows lift.
“You’re still there?”
“Yeah, he’s still here.” Katsuki grunts, rolling over onto Izuku and smothering him, pressing him bodily into the bed so he can reach forward and snatch his phone. “And he’ll be here today too. Don’t call him again.”
“Wow you’re a grouchy one!” Uraraka cheerfully replies, even as Izuku starts giggling at the look that brings to Katsuki’s face. “Honestly, you’d think getting some would relax you a bit, Kacchan, I can’t believe Izuku didn’t wear you out last night.”
“Ochako!” Izuku gasps amid laughter, reaching for his phone, squirming under Katsuki.
“Ugh.” Katsuki drops the phone and ignores the call, diving for Izuku’s neck and biting, making him gasp and moan.
“HO-kay! That’s my cue, Izu, see you later!” Uraraka flees before she sees or hears anything else, and Izuku giggles more laughter, rolling under Katsuki’s body to smile up at him. Soft red eyes look down, taking in every corner of his face, counting freckles.
Izuku stares back, flushed with a warm glow on the inside, shifting to reach up and wrap himself around Katsuki. He’s kissed, morning breath and all, in such a gentle, slow manner Izuku hums in contentment.
“You promised a lot of things last night.” Izuku says when they break apart, petting through the nape of Katsuki’s neck.
“I did.” Katsuki answers, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone. “Breakfast first?”
Izuku smiles, slow, looking up at red eyes, pale hair, familiar features he never thought he’d see again. The light of the morning turned Katsuki into a man, not the beast he had been last night, though there’s a banked fire in his gaze. It’s slightly ruined by the squinting look, the sleep crust, and the pillow crease impression high on his face.
“Breakfast first.”