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Three years.
Three years.
Thirty six months. One thousand and ninety-five days. One million, five hundred seventy-six thousand, eight hundred minutes. Ninety-four million, six hundred, eight thousand seconds.
Three years worth of time officially being married to the Katsuki Bakugo. Izuku couldn't believe it had been that long already, but it had. Sure, he’d known Katsuki for virtually his entire life, and loved him for a majority of it as well. But those feelings, this love he felt, had been reciprocated, known, and shown on his hand for 3 whole years.
They had dated from the age of 22 to 24, married from 24 to now, 27. Bonded for…none of those years–which was fine! They had agreed to take it slow, despite their love. They were being smart, smarter than most alpha/omega couples in the world who bond too early.
Marriage was one thing, a legal document and a ring. Nothing permanent, or binding in any real way other than what people were told. “My husband” this and “my husband” that. That title was because of the marriage. But bonding… that was something entirely different. It was permanent, a physical tie to the one you chose to do it with. Your love is shown, a mark on your body, on your soul, displaying that you intend to spend the rest of your life with this person. Your scents become one, and not too long after, you feel like you become one. Bound to the person you love in so many ways it's hard to tell where you stop and your lover begins.
Bonding is so much deeper than marriage, or dating, or sex, or just plain love.
At least, that's what Izuku has read. And read he has. Pages and pages of personal anecdotes on the internet, in person testimonies from those who he knows are truly in love. He knew how taxing the process was, how good it felt, and how horrific it would be if that bond were to ever be broken. He was an expert in a field of which he had no real experience.
But that would all be changing soon. Kacchan and him had been married for three whole years to this day, one thousand and ninety-five days, yada yada, which meant they were ready. Ready to be tied to one another, take the next step in their journey through life together, to show the world that they were one. That was the agreement. When Izuku said yes after Kacchan’s proposal, as they planned the wedding, even as they got married. This has always been the plan. Kacchan used to say he was giving Izuku “time to back out”, as if that wasn’t the stupidest thing he’d ever said. When has Izuku Midoriya ever backed away from a challenge? And Katsuki Bakugo was a challenge.
“You don’t have to be bound to me forever, not yet at least. Give me three years to convince you, Deku.”
He said it so confidently that night after their wedding, as if Izuku needed convincing. Truthfully, he wanted to laugh in his face. Kiss away his nonsense and prove to him that he was his, that he was the one Izuku truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with on paper and to the world. He wanted to scream at him that he was ready to take the sharp pain of Katsuki sinking his teeth into him, to bear the mark of him, and prove that he belonged to him and nobody else for eternity. But he knew Katuski too well, he knew how he felt, and it didn’t need to be said. What he was really saying was “I still don’t think I deserve you, Zuku, I just need time to believe it.”
So Izuku gave him time, and patience, and now here they were. Married, living in a small apartment with one another in a nice neighborhood, with good paying jobs. Content, and so ready to take on the world one challenge at a time, hand in hand. Tonight was the night. The night they would bond, say I love you, and really fucking mean it.
-
“Yikes, Bakubro seems tense..” Someone whispered in the corner of the busy restaurant kitchen.
“Does he seem pissier than usual? What’s his problem?” Another voice, a bit louder now.
“Guys chill, maybe he just hasn’t gotten his dick sucked in a long ti–”
“Shut the fuck UP, holy shit,” Katsuki interjected, shoulders tensing up even more as his so called friends whispered about him behind his back. He was attempting to gently fold a cup of cocoa powder into his batter before the idiots started talking about him like he wasn’t there. He watched as the dark powder began to distribute into the batter, setting down the bowl and turning around sharply to the group. “Don’t you guys have shit to do? I see five fucking tickets on the line and yet no dishes are being run,” he said rather loudly, a death glare being sent towards Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.
“You’re the cook so shouldn’t you be–” Sero was cut off once again, two hands put up to surrender as Katsuki gave him one of his more serious death glares.
“And you,” Katsuki pointed a finger sharply at Sero, “I better not see you move your lips to form any words pertaining to my dick or any other appendage below my fucking belt again or I swear to you you’re gonna find a spatula shoved so far up your ass that I could flip a burger just by looking at you funny,” Katsuki said, a few steps taken in the direction of his cowokers, but his eyes still fixated heavily on Sero.
Kirishima's face turned from fear to pure confusion at Katsuki’s threat, “Woah! Hey, first of all– weird ass threat by the way,” Kirishima said before stepping in front of Katsuki, putting his hands firmly on his shoulder. He started to squeeze them, shaking Katsuki a bit to throw him off. “Second of all, what's got you so mean today? You’re not usually like this,” He frowned, watching the blonde as his anger dissipated. Everyone knew that Katsuki had his moments, and had quite the colorful mouth at work, but it had never been targeted unless he was truly stressed.
Katsuki sighed, running a hand down his face before going to rub at his temples. “It’s me and Deku’s anniversary today,” He explained quietly, not being too fond of the extras hearing about his love life. Sure, they knew they were married, but they didn’t need to know about everything they did. He noticed that Kaminari and Sero took this moment to flee, hopefully to do something at least related to what Katsuki told them.
“Oh really?” Kirishima smirked and wiggled his small eyebrows, shaking Katsuki again. “Three years, right? After me and Meens got married, anniversaries didn’t really stress me out much. You guys are just getting dinner right? What’s so stressful about that?” Kirishima asked, genuine concern in his words. His hands were still firmly resting on Katsuki’s shoulder as he observed his face closely. He looked stressed, yes, but also scared. It was like their wedding day all over again.
“Yeah, dinner and fucking bonding,” Katsuki scoffed, face going warm. He couldn't meet his best friend's eyes as he explained further. “We, uh, agreed to wait and times up. I said three years and it's been three years exactly.” He took a shaky breath, running his tongue over his canines at the idea of finally sinking his teeth into the omega.
Kirishima's eyes went wide, an understanding look plastered on his face as he pulled Katsuki to a different corner of the bustling kitchen. “Well… that’s a good thing, yeah? I know most people don’t really wait like that but you guys are good. You’re not getting cold feet or anything, right?” Kirishima scoffed, a joking tone tacked onto the question. When all he got back was silence he quickly got concerned again, shoving Katsuki's shoulder and panicking slightly. “You’re married Kats! It’d be really fucked up if you didn’t want to bond!” Kirishima exclaimed almost too loudly, eyebrows knit together in worry.
Katsuki shoved him back before glaring at him, feeling the urge to slap him for even suggesting that Katsuki didn’t want to be with Izuku. “What? Fuck, no, I’m not– Of course I want to it’s just” He sighed and looked away, chewing at his bottom lip. “He can’t.. run away after this. And I can’t, I can’t fucking lose him after this either, Eij” Katsuki confessed, gripping at the left side of his chef’s jacket. His chest felt tight. A conflicted look covered his face as he battled the thoughts in his head. “This night has to be perfect. He deserves perfect and I know full fucking well I’m not that. But I can try to give that to him because for some fucked up reason he loves me…” He sighed, rubbing circles into his chest slowly. Five, fourth, three,two, one. Breathe in, breathe out.
Kirishima frowned before looking over at his best friend. Sometimes he forgot that Katsuki was still somewhat insecure when it came to Izuku. Being a chef? He might have been overconfident, saying that he was the best who ever lived, but with Izuku? He never gave himself enough credit. He just sighed and nodded, letting Katsuki do his ritual to calm himself before speaking again. “You know he loves you right? More than you seem to understand,” He scoffed, shaking his head at the blonde. It’s like they were younger again, Kirishima constantly having to tell Katsuki that he had nothing to be scared of when he spiraled out of control with Izuku in his mind. “When you guys got married, I could feel his love for you, man. Not a lot of people look at others the way he looks at you. I was almost jealous,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Mina with every fiber of my being, but she doesn’t look at me like that anymore.. Unless I do something really romantic. But Izuku looks at you like that no matter what you do, I’ve seen it,” Kirishima explained.
Katsuki looked down at the tiles as Kirishma spoke, trying to process his words without immediately rejecting them. He could be right, he most likely was, and Katsuki just had to stop being so stubborn. He knew he loved Izuku, so fucking much he didn’t know what to do with himself sometimes, but was Izuku really ready to be bound to him? To have Katsuki weigh him down for the rest of their lives? He couldn’t imagine doing that to the omega. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath as Kirishma’s words sunk in, nodding softly. “I love him so much, Shitty Hair,” he chuckled softly, sitting up a bit straighter. “I really can’t believe he wants this, but fuck, if hes not one thing, he’s stubborn. I’m surprised he didn’t wake me up early for it this morning,” he shook his head.
Kirishima laughed heartily, clasping Katsuki on the shoulder. “Dude, bonding is no joke, if you guys did it this morning you would not be here right now. Like, you’d be fucking like rabbits–” Kirishima was cut off by a punch to his shoulder, and a shove in the opposite direction.
“What did I say about talking about my sex life?!” He shouted, his soft demeanor completely gone now.
Kirishima laughed as he backed away from the seething alpha. “Hey, you said that to Sero, not me. I’m your best friend! Kats, have mercy!” He shouted back, running out of the kitchen into the alley behind the restaurant to avoid the blonde as he chased him down, an egg in his hand.
-
Izuku tapped his leg impatiently as his students quietly worked on their tests. He was watching the clock like a hawk, for the sake of his students, and for his own sake as well. It was 3:50 pm now, meaning he had about 5 more minutes before school was out. Some would say he was cruel for giving his students a test that could have them working until the end of the school day, but it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t just not give this period a test that every other period took that morning simply because it was the end of the day.
“You guys have until the bell rings, which is in… three minutes,” he said to the high schoolers, standing up so he wasn’t given the ability to bounce his leg up and down. He walked around the room, collecting finished tests as his students started to complete their history tests. He was in a rush today, for reasons his students didn’t need to know, but he planned to stay only 20 minutes versus his usual hour after school had ended that day. Sooner or later, the bell rang, and with it, his students began exiting the classroom rather quickly, luckily for him.
“Have a good Friday everyone! I should have these graded by Monday,” he hummed as he waved to some students, walking around and picking up the tests left on vacant desks. Afterwards, he placed them into his grading folder, tidying around the room as he counted down the minutes before he would leave. He could have left with the students, or gone to the teachers lounge to get a head start on grading, but he liked staying in his classroom for at least 10 minutes so students could stop by with any concerns. Today, the usual suspects turned up.
“Eri, Kota,” he smiled, sitting on the edge of his desk as the two students walked up. He glanced down at Eri’s hands, holding a small present. His smile didn’t falter even as Kota rolled his eyes at him, trying to hide his smile. Eri confidently smiled back, waving as they walked into the room.
“Midoriya Sensei!” She said happily, shoving Kota a bit for being so moody. “Dad wanted me to drop off this present for you, happy anniversary,” she smiled, shoving the small box into his hands. She shoved Kota again and he grunted in acknowledgement, letting out a short ‘happy anniversary or whatever’, before walking to Izuku’s desk and pulling out a lollipop from his stash.
Izuku just shook his head at the moody boy, taking the box from Eri. “Aiz- Shota got this for me?” He smiled before setting it to the side. “Please thank him for me,” he said, giving Eri a slight bow before grabbing his bag. “Alright you two, now shoo. I’m leaving early,” he explained as he grabbed his keys, ushering the two teens out of the door after stopping Kota from stealing a handful of candy.
“But you literally never leave early. You’re a nerd and a workaholic,” Kota scoffed as they walked down the hall together. He stayed next to Eri as he spoke, earning a soft glare from the white haired girl.
“I have things to do, young man. Also, just because I’ve known you since you were six does not mean you can bully me,” he glared playfully, turning around to face the kids. He ruffled Eri’s hair and flipped Kota’s signature red hat off his head before walking to his car. “I’ll see you guys next week, have a good weekend!” He waved, signing as he made it into the front seat. He checked the time. 4:15, right on time.
He had dinner reservations with Kacchan at seven pm, meaning he didn’t have much time for what he was planning. He started his car, peeking at the present Aizawa had gifted him. He opened the box, smiling widely as he saw the small picture frame. Inside of it was a picture of Izuku and Katsuki in high school, somehow taken during the very rare times they interacted. Ever since they got married, Aizawa had gifted them a new picture. It was like he had some secret stash somewhere that hadn’t yet been exhausted. The picture was also always paired with a voucher for one of Musutafu’s finer wineries. Izuku shook his head fondly before pulling out of the parking lot. He had no reason to hide his nerves as he made his way to his parents’ house.
~
Izuku made it home around the same time as Katsuki, being greeted by his husband in the shower after work. He smiled and closed the door quietly, slipping off his shoes at the door before going to their bedroom, looking at the nice clothes Katsuki had picked out for them tonight. It was around six pm now, meaning they didn’t have much time to get ready. Izuku quickly slipped off his suit from work and quietly slipped into the bathroom, chewing at his lip softly.
“You’re creeping, creep,” he heard Katsuki grumble from the shower, resulting in a soft giggle from the omega. Izuku stayed silent, slipping into the shower behind Katsuki without saying a word. Katsuki turned around quietly, looking down at his husband and shaking his head. “Your glasses are gonna get all foggy,” he said softly.
Izuku hummed and nodded, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s torso silently once again. He sighed as Katsuki’s warm body engulfed him, enjoying the warm water running over him as well. He rested his head against Katsuki’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. God, he loved him.
Katsuki perked up at the touch, but also noticed that Izuku wasn’t talking, which was strange cause he could never really shut Izuku up. He frowned slightly before kissing Izuku’s forehead softly. “You okay?” he asked, scared that the omega wasn’t. He knew work could be draining, it was for both of them, and he had days where he came home and went silent as well. It was still somewhat jarring to see Izuku in a silent state nonetheless, especially on such an important day for the couple.
Izuku looked up at his husband, letting his hands move to his face slowly. He took a slight step out of the water, pulling Katsuki with him before kissing him gently. They were used to kissing, of course, but Izuku always managed to steal Katsuki’s breath away whenever they did. After they pulled away, Izuku pushed his glasses up into his hair, smiling softly. “I really fucking love you, Katsuki,” he said, barely being able to be heard over the shower.
Katsuki smiled widely at those words, placing his hands on Izuku’s hips as he looked down at him. This wasn’t new information, but it felt new every damn time Izuku said it to him, all soft like that. He chuckled softly and kissed Izuku quickly, pinching at his hips now. “You are playing an incredibly dangerous game here, Mr.Bakugo,” he teased, continuing to tickle at Izuku’s side.
This made Izuku squeal, trying to pull away from the alpha as he tickled him. “Mr.Bakugo! I thought we said no tickling in the– in the tub, ahahha!” Izuku exclaimed, lightly hitting Katsuki’s chest as he continued to pinch and squeeze at every sensitive spot on Izuku he was aware of, which was all of them.
“Nah, I don’t remember ever making that promise, Mr.Bakugo, but just this once I’ll stop for a small price,” he smirked, holding Izuku as he squirmed. His laugh was infectious, and Katsuki couldn't help but want to hear it more and more, even if they were in the shower and at risk of slipping and falling.
“Truce! Truce! Anything!” Izuku laughed louder, starting to get breathless. Even though he was protesting now, he secretly loved it when Katsuki remained playful with him, even after a long day at work. “I’ll do anything, Mr.Bakugo!” He squealed out again, noticing that Katsuki was not letting up.
“Alright, alright,” Katsuki ceased, holding Izuku upright since tickling always made him forget how to stand. He let out his own laughs as Izuku calmed down, looking up at the alpha once again. Katsuki hummed softly, placing his thumb on Izuku’s chin. “I love you too, Izuku,” he smiled before kissing him gently, just as Izuku had done before.
Izuku hummed into the kiss, feeling Katsuki begin to pull away before they were moved back into the water. But Katsuki didn't stop kissing him, and Izuku didn’t stop kissing back. The kiss deepened, in fact, and Izuku felt himself pressing into Katsuki more. He pulled away to take a shaky breath before he felt himself being hoisted up, subconsciously wrapping his legs around Katsuki as he was pushed against the shower wall. He weaved his hands into wet blonde hair, smiling as Katsuki kissed him again. Katsuki moaned softly when Izuku’s smaller hands tugged at his hair gently, relishing in the fact that Izuku took that opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. Izuku always had an advantage in this position. Katsuki pulled away to take another breath before kissing at Izuku’s chest, lips grazing over his nipples as he continued to nip and bite.
“Ka..Kacchan,” Izuku gulped, panting softly as Katsuki continued to bite. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned out as Katsuki finally captured one of his nipples into his mouth. He sucked gently before biting down, making Izuku flinch a bit. He knew how much he liked that. Izuku tugged on wet blonde hair again as he continued the assault to the sensitive bud. “Katsuki.. Really,” he panted, whining as his back arched into the touch. “We, ngh, we can’t miss our reservation,” he pleaded, but his body was fighting his words. He was already hard between them, and he could tell that Katsuki was underneath them as well.
Despite the protest from both of their bodies, Katsuki stopped, panting softly as he placed Izuku down. “You telling me I can’t have dessert yet?” Katsuki asked, looking down at the omega with a smirk.
Izuku chuckled softly, swatting Katsuki’s arm softly as he turned around to start cleaning himself. “You need to stop flirting like some frat guy, it turns me on too much,” Izuku teased before shooing Katsuki away, taking the place underneath the water. “Go get ready, Mr.Bakugo,” Izuku hummed before feeling a light slap on his ass. He gasped playfully but continued to wash himself as he felt Katsuki exit the shower.
“Sure thing, Mr.Bakugo.”
~
Once they were both dressed, the couple made their way to the somewhat fancy restaurant on the other side of town. It was nice to go out while dressed up with one another, even if Katsuki always had something to say about the food. He’d critique cooking styles, tastes and textures, everything. And what did Izuku do? He listened, and even joined in, even if he scolded the man for doing it in the first place. He’d say, “Kacchan, it’s not nice to overanalyze the food, just eat.” And Katsuki would stop, until Izuku would add on his own comments. “None of this is as good as your cooking, Kacchan.” Those words, combined with the smile Izuku would give him were enough to have him critiquing the food once more, asking for the check shortly after. The couple never seemed to find a restaurant that they loved, or a place where Katsuki wasn’t immediately recognized either.
Over the past few years, he’d managed to make a name for himself in the culinary world, and his restaurant's success was a key part of that. Katsuki opened up Dynamight about a year after they got married, but it has always been a dream of his. And of course, Izuku supported that dream, helping him save and take out loans, sampling the menu when needed and even hosting over the breaks when he wasn’t teaching. That restaurant was Katsuki’s pride and joy, so it was often hard to impress him at any other establishment. The restaurants with the most luck were ones that had entirely different cuisines than the ones Katsuki specialized in, which were French and Japanese. Also known as the two ‘fanciest’ dining experiences. How was the couple supposed to find a fancy restaurant that truly impressed them over the years? They couldn't, but some places came close.
That’s where they chose to dine tonight, enjoying the steakhouse experience on their anniversary. They ate with casual conversation, accepting the discounted price and wine gifted by the owner, someone who knew Katsuki through his work. Really, the experience was simply for them to feel like a couple, to have a nice dinner on their anniversary, but it felt like any other dinner to them. They were both focused on much more important things than who held the door for the other, or how good the food was.
When they got home, Katsuki sighed and untied his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck. He went to the kitchen, pulling out two plates and two wine glasses. On their way back, they used Aizawa’s gifted voucher to pick something up, excited to get home and taste it. Izuku quickly rushed to the bedroom, grabbing the box he’d kept hidden under the bed for some time now. Katsuki’s present.
As Katsuki cut thick slices of the cake he prepared earlier and plated them, Izuku cleared the dining room table, falling into a comfortable silence to match their routine. On their anniversary, they would go to some fancy dinner, but would always come home for dessert and exchange their gifts. It worked out because they usually couldn't keep their hands off of one another after dessert, so it was best to be home.
Katsuki set the slices of cake at the table, and then the wine glasses. He passed Izuku to grab his gift as he walked into the dining room, winking at the omega before disappearing into their bedroom. Tonight was the night they would bond. They had planned for this meticulously, and Katsuki wasn’t going to fuck it up. He got to work preparing the bed, creating a nest of the couple's clothes in the center. He grabbed extra pillows from their closet, and clothes that he’d been saturating with his scent for about a month now. He grabbed Izuku’s as well, even though the scent was more faint with his. It was the suppressants, he figured, but it still bummed him out. He went to their closet once again and pulled out the undershirt Izuku had worn to work that day as well. It wouldn’t hurt to add it to the nest right?
But as Katsuki went to throw it on the bed, he froze. Something smelt like pine, like Izuku’s scent but so much stronger. He looked down at his hands, bringing the shirt up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, groaning when he realized this was the source of it. It was like nothing he’d ever smelt. This was Izuku, but an Izuku he’d never experienced before. If Izuku’s scent now was a cheap candle, then the scent on that shirt was the forest itself. It was suffocating, and Katsuki loved it. He took a shaky breath after pulling away, staring down at the shirt. Why was it so much more intense than the rest of Izuku’s clothes? It was from that day as well, meaning Izuku actively smelled like this. How hadn’t Katsuki noticed yet? He shook his head, noticing he’d spent entirely too much time in the room before grabbing a box from under the bed, jogging back to the dining room to Izuku.
Katsuki bent down and gave the omega a kiss on the cheek before sitting across from him, finally letting the nerves sink in. After they talked, exchanged their gifts, and ate the cake, they would bond. After three fucking years of waiting, maybe even more, it was time. Katsuki shook the fear away, letting Kirishima’s words from earlier in the day sooth him. He wanted this, Izuku wanted this, and that’s all that mattered. He placed his box on the table, sliding it over to Izuku expectantly. Izuku did the same, but slowly. “Don’t open it until we finish dessert, ok?” He asked, a small look of worry on his face. Izuku was being a lot quieter than usual tonight. Katsuki just nodded before grabbing his fork.
“I made the cake today, can you guess the secret ingredient?” He asked Izuku as he took a bite, humming to himself in content. Fuck, that was good. Katsuki and Izuku both loved chocolate, and this cake was perfect in every way to Katsuki. It was a recipe he was testing with Sato, the restaurant's resident baker. Katsuki’s speciality was cooking, savory foods and others, of course, but he would indulge in baked goods every now and then. Especially for the sake of Izuku and his shared sweet tooth.
Izuku smiled widely at the challenge, taking his fork and quickly shoving a large portion of the chocolate cake into his mouth. He hummed as it hit his tongue, eyes going wide. He looked at Katsuki and beamed as he chewed, putting on a quizzical expression. “This is really good Kacchan, it’s so rich,” he hummed again, swallowing. He went in for another but before pausing, feeling something hit the back of his throat. He coughed a bit before raising a brow at the alpha. “You didn’t–”
“You can taste it right? It’s subtle at first but then, boom, yeah?” Katsuki asked, looking at Izuku with genuine curiosity. He did laugh a bit when Izuku coughed, fighting the urge to tease the other for his spice tolerance.
Izuku just nodded, taking a gulp of his wine before clearing his throat. “You can.. Definitely taste it,” he shivered, licking his lips. He took a deep breath before tilting his head. The aftertaste was extremely pleasant, surprisingly, and he found himself wanting more. He glared a bit at Katsuki before taking another big bite, a small blush covering his face. “I hate that this is good,” he grumbled, watching Katsuki take another bite with him.
“It’s cayenne, but just a bit,” he explained, watching as Izuku practically devoured the slice after the initial shock. He wasn’t surprised, honestly. Katsuki could slap whipped cream on a brick and tell Izuku he made it and the omega would still consume it like he hadn't eaten in years. It was endearing nonetheless, and Izuku looked so cute with his cheeks stuffed with chocolate. Izuku finished it rather quickly, just like he did with dinner.
“Presents,” Izuku said, mouth still filled with the cake. He swallowed and took the final sip of his wine, opening the box Katsuki had pushed to him earlier. He opened it slowly despite his previous impatience, gasping once the lid was off. He looked at Katsuki with wide eyes, a smile taking over half his face. Katsuki couldn’t help but smile back at him, welcoming the love he could see in Izuku’s eyes. “Is this…”
“A limited edition Bronze Age All Might figure that came out when we were brats? The one you could never get since it was discontinued shortly after release? Fuck yes, it is, Nerd,” Katsuki smiled proudly, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned back in his seat as he waited for Izuku to geek out.
“Holy moly– Holy shit. How did you find it? How didn’t I know that people could still get this? How much was it? Who sold it to you? Maybe Kacchan got it off the dark web? Or those sketchy stores near the mall… with the strip clubs and dildos in the back…” Izuku was lost in thought, mumbling to the point that Katsuki couldn't even get an answer to any of the questions if he tried. He just laughed and shook his head, letting his nerd of a husband basically talk to himself as he sipped at his wine again. He opened the box Izuku had slid to him, noticing it was significantly smaller than the box Katsuki had given to Izuku. Not that size mattered, of course.
Izuku had gone quiet now as Katsuki opened the box, suddenly not engrossed in the All Might figure anymore.
“What am I looking at?” Katsuki asked, an eyebrow raised in question at the green haired omega across from the dinner table. He set down his wine glass, swallowing what he had sipped quickly. Izuku was acting weird, well, weirder than usual. He had this dumb smile on his face, and this anxious look. You’d think this was their first date with the way he was acting. But it wasn’t, they’d been married for three years now, so the anxiety around dating simply wasn’t necessary.
Izuku played with his ring in his lap as Katsuki examined the empty orange pill bottle in the box, chewing at his bottom lip.
“I stopped taking my supressants!” The omega blurted out to his husband, his face a light shade of red at the confession.
“You– WHAT?!”
Katsuki looked at Izuku with pure shock, not even sure what he should be saying. Why would Izuku do that? And why now? How long had it been? Fuck, when was the last time they had sex? Was it in the same time frame? Was that why Izuku’s shirt smelt so strong earlier? Now it was Katsuki’s turn to ask a fuckton of questions in response to a present.
Izuku pushed up his glasses on his face before taking a shaky breath, chewing at his bottom lip like he always did when he was nervous. And of course he started rambling. “I um– I read that it would make the bond better for the both of us, like, um, more intense. And, and you can finally access all of me now– which you haven’t been able to do before because of the suppressants, and also I can get pregnant now so we can start trying, but the bond will also heal better if I don’t have anything getting in the way of it. Also I talked to my doctor a while ago and she said I actually shouldn’t even be on them as long as I was for an omega my age like, it wasn’t healthy for me to bottle up all of those hormones so like, we’re both lucky I’m so composed and level headed or else–”
“Izuku,” Katsuki said sternly. That made Izuku freeze, a chill running down his spine at the expression on Katsuki’s face. He couldn’t tell what the other was thinking, and he hated that. He’d always been able to read the alpha ever since they got married, seeing past each and every facade Katsuki tried to put up. They were both able to see right through each other, but this time? Izuku couldn’t tell. Fuck, why couldn’t he tell? He was going to speak again but he stopped as Katsuki stood up. His expression was serious as he walked over to Izuku, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to stand.
Was he mad at him for this? Did he not want the responsibility of an omega not on suppressants? God, why didn’t Izuku ask him before he stopped taking them? How could he mess this up– Izuku couldn't look at Katsuki once they stood together, guilt overcoming him. He should apologize right? He was going to until he heard Katuski’s shaky inhale, and noticed that his shoulders began to shake. Was… Was Katsuki crying?
“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Izuku asked immediately, worry overshadowing his previous mental spiral. He quickly moved his hands to cup Katsuki’s face, making him look at him now. They made eye contact, and Izuku’s breath hitched. The look on Katsuki’s face was… so filled with love. It reminded him of their wedding night.
“Did you say we can start trying?” Katsuki asked, sniffing as Izuku wiped away the tears on his face. He didn’t know why he was crying. But this was somewhat overwhelming for him. As he listened to Izuku ramble about his reasoning, one part of it truly stuck out to Katsuki. With Izuku off of his suppressants, he could get pregnant. They could have a baby, the perfect balance of the two, a physical form of their love for another. Katsuki had thought about it before, but never knew how to bring it up. He was content with Izuku, not feeling like he needed any more. But now that Izuku mentioned it, and proposed the idea of them having a child together, Katsuki was hooked.
It didn’t take long for Izuku to start crying too, taking a step closer to Katsuki if that was even possible. Izuku hadn’t exactly intended for Katsuki to focus on that part yet, but he had to admit that it was the very reason he stopped taking his suppressants about 2 weeks ago. He had been thinking about kids for almost a year now. Being a high school teacher, it was hard not to imagine what his own kids would look like. And his relationship with Kota and Eri only solidified his desire to have a little Izuku, or even better, a little Katsuki attached to his hip, or running around their little apartment. He always felt compelled to work with kids, to raise the next generation. Having a kid with Katsuki, more than one even, that was his dream.
Izuku sniffed and nodded, pressing his forehead to Katsuki’s gently. “When… When we got married, what did I say?” Izuku asked, recalling his vows, words he tried to live by every day with Katsuki since then. “You’re my everything, Katsuki, so I want everything with you. Bad days, good days, ups, and downs. In fucking sickness and in health. No matter what,” he restated, looking into Katsuki’s eyes.
Katsuki stared back at him, letting his hands make their way to the sides of Izuku’s neck. He took a shaky breath and nodded firmly, a sudden look of determination covering his face. “No matter what,” he repeated, repeating the promise they’d made to one another all those years ago. “I want everything with you too, Zuku. Even if that means I have to deal with shitty diapers and my shitty genes, I want this,” Katsuki said firmly. Tears still ran down his face, but his resolve was strong. After Izuku’s encouragement, how could it not be?
Izuku chuckled softly at his words, but nodded, wiping the rest of both of their tears away. He chewed at his bottom lip before looking away, a blush rising to his cheeks. He cleared his throat and shuffled on his feet, pulling at the loosened tie around Katsuki’s neck. “I would prefer if we were, uhm, bonded, before we get to the baby making,” he explained, glancing to their bedroom down the hall.
Katsuki’s eyes went wide for a split second before he understood, a smirk making its way to his face quickly. He chuckled and kissed Izuku softly. “You’ve always been so impatient, Deku,” he shook his head in a playful manner, going back to kissing the omega. Izuku, of course, kissed back, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck as they shuffled backwards. The kisses started to get deeper, a mutual heat being created between the couple. Katsuki grunted and picked Izuku up, using his strength to carry them to the bedroom.
Izuku wrapped his legs around Katsuki’s waist as they moved towards the room, gasping when he was thrown into the nest Katsuki had made earlier. He started removing his clothes, knowing how quickly they both wanted them off. After being together for a significant amount of time, Izuku knew the drill. They didn’t need to tease or take it slow anymore, especially not tonight. They were on a mission now, and they both intended to complete it as efficiently as possible. Izuku was in his boxers in no time, immediately nuzzling into some of Katsuki’s clothes in the nest that was built. Had he really been missing out on this for all this time? It’s like all of his senses were heightened, and Katsuki smelled so good. There was always a spice to Katsuki that Izuku could smell, but now it felt like more– almost suffocating. Izuku could sense other scents, like it was layered. It was more complex than he could have imagined.
He moaned softly as he inhaled one of Katsuki’s sweatshirts in the nest, noting the hints of nutmeg in the scent now. Katsuki was stripped down to his boxers now as well, crawling onto the bed. He made his way between Izuku’s legs, towering over the omega in no time. He smiled down at him, locking eyes with him as well. “Hey,” he breathed out.
“Hey,” Izuku said back, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck loosely. He played with the hairs at the base of Katsuki’s neck, humming up at him. Even after years of being this close to him, Izuku couldn’t get over just how perfect he was. Everything about Katsuki utterly turned him on. And tonight he felt like he was going to explode with love and desire. During Izuku’s research, he learned that bonding didn’t exactly require sex in any capacity, but how could they do something so intimate and not want to ‘seal the deal’?
Katsuki kissed Izuku again, hips moving against the others slowly. He groaned into the kiss, matching Izuku’s soft moan. He only pulled away when Izuku pulled at his hair a bit more, breathing heavily as he started kissing at his husband's neck. This was something they always did, so nothing was new, but as Katsuki traveled down to the base of Izuku’s neck, he froze. He hummed and licked at the patch of skin he knew was Izuku’s scent gland, inhaling as he got closer and closer to that scent. He had really been missing out all of these years, Izuku smelt heavenly.
In response, Izuku twisted his head to the side, whining and panting as Katsuki licked at him. And for once, he didn’t fight it. He presented himself to his lover, ready for whatever came next. Izuku was begging for it, but not with words. He continued to play with Katsuki's hair as he fixated on his neck, meeting his hips as they rutted into one another. He let out soft moans before feeling a sharp pain, gripping at Katsuki’s hair more. “Ah-“ he gasped out.
Katsuki quickly grabbed Izuku’s other hand, intertwining their fingers as his teeth sank into his neck. The taste of blood was slightly unpleasant, but that’s how he knew he went deep enough. Deep enough to claim what was his now. He groaned against his neck, enjoying the strong scents coming from the omega now. He could tell that he was in pain, but he was trusting as well. In response, Katsuki let off a calming scent to soothe the omega before pulling away. He looked down at his husband, a slight concern in his eyes. “Are you ok?” He asked, feeling how tight the grip of Izuku in his hand was.
Izuku panted softly and nodded, head feeling fuzzy as he looked into Katsuki’s eyes. “I feel..amazing, Kacchan” he smiled widely, looking slightly drained. It was all a bit too much for him, since he hadn’t been used to Katsuki’s scent in this capacity. It was nice to know how Katsuki was feeling in the moment without needing to say a word. After a small break to catch his breath, he sat up, letting the alpha move from on top of him.
Katsuki settled into the nest like Izuku had done before, smiling up at his husband as he settled onto his lap. He looked to Izuku’s neck to assess the damage, worry leaving his body as he processed that the bite wasn’t that bad. Izuku’s hands made their way to Katsuki’s chest, bending down to kiss him softly. Katsuki’s hands gently gripped at Izuku’s hips, rubbing soothing circles into them as he pulled away.
“Once we do this…” Izuku trailed off as he set up, eyeing Katsuki's scent gland. In order to complete the bond, Izuku would have to claim his as well.
“Then I’m yours, and you’re mine,” Katsuki completed his sentence, looking into his eyes. Izuku could still smell that calming scent, mixed with something that was pulling him forward. Izuku nodded before bowing down again, starting to kiss and lick at Katsuki’s neck. He could feel the grip on his hips tighten as he nipped gently, not yet fully sinking his teeth in. He moved up and kissed just below Katsuki’s jaw before moving back down, finally sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin.
Katsuki took in a sharp breath, groaning a bit as Izuku completed the bond. They both could feel goosebumps cover their skin. “Fuck-“ Katsuki cursed, his hands gripping harder at the omegas hips now. He could feel Izuku now, more than he’s ever felt him before. Every breath he took against Katsuki’s neck made him over sensitive. His heartbeat was as loud as a train. He could feel Izuku’s anxiety, his pain, his love. That pine scent was more complex than he’d ever known. This was now the most vulnerable he’d ever been with Izuku, and it had his heart aching. He felt like he was going to explode from how much he was feeling in the moment.
Izuku pulled off after the bond was complete, licking away at Katsuki’s wound and letting off a calming scent. He looked down at Katsuki, searching his eyes for any hint of regret, but all he got back was love. “All mine..” he whispered, taking Katsuki’s hand in his and kissing at his knuckles gently. He sighed contently as the alpha underneath him rubbed circles into his hip again.
“All yours,” Katsuki confirmed, before sitting up. He sighed and pressed his forehead to Izuku’s chest, inhaling deeply. All of his senses were overwhelmed by Izuku, because that’s all he could feel.
Izuku played with Katsuki’s hair silently before pulling away, a slight frown on his face. He made the alpha look at him before pouting. “I thought it was supposed to be super intense,” he whined, recalling all the stories he’d read over the years. Izuku felt somewhat overwhelmed, yes, since he was taking in so much of Katsuki at once, but once the initial feeling dissipated, it felt no different than how they usually were.
Katsuki chuckled up at him, eyes half lidded in pleasure. “I feel like I just ran a marathon actually,” he confessed, caressing Izuku’s cheek as he examined his face. Everything just felt so right. Like this was what he’d been waiting for his entire life. He felt as though if he died right now, he’d be happy because he had everything he ever wanted right in front of him.
Izuku whined again and pinched Katsuki’s cheek, his pout still on his face. “Kacchan can’t be tired!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck. “We still need to—“
“Ugh you’re such a perv, Zuku,” Katsuki teased dramatically, shaking his head and avoiding all attempts Izuku tried to make to kiss him. “You just want me for my sexy alpha body, admit it,” he joked, moving away as Izuku tried to kiss him once again.
Izuku gasped in response, still trying to kiss Katsuki. “What?! You know that’s not true, Kacchan!” Izuku defended, a confused expression on his face. Despite the joking manner of the alpha, Izuku’s scent began to hint at worry, as if he was actually believing what the alpha was saying. Katsuki could feel the sense of defeat, and he quickly stopped laughing.
“What? Yes— of course I know that’s not true,” he confirmed, looking up at Izuku with worry. Could he not tell that he was joking? Katsuki instinctively put out a more calming scent before flipping them over, laying Izuku down in the nest before sitting up. “Besides, if anyone’s the perv, it’s me,” he winked with a smirk before kissing Izuku, nestling himself between his legs.
Izuku kissed back quickly, smiling against Katsuki’s lips as the playful comment. He let his hands rest on the nape of Katsuki’s neck before wrapping his legs around his waist, continuing to kiss him softly. Soon, Katsuki’s hips began to move against his, and Izuku almost screamed. “Mhf- fuck,” he panted out as he pulled away, a blush quickly spreading across his face. No way Katsuki grinding on him felt that good.
“Are you okay?” Katsuki quickly asked, scanning Izuku’s face with concern. Why did Izuku pull away so fast? Did he hurt him?
Izuku perked up and shook his head quickly, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m ok it’s just—“ he blushed and looked away, chewing on his bottom lip. “That felt really good,” he said quietly, playing with Katsuki’s hair.
Katsuki smirked confidently, always happy with the idea that he made Izuku feel good. He’d never reacted that way to their hips moving together, or just a bit of kissing, but any victory is good enough for him. “Yeah?” He asked, grinding his hips down again against the bulge in Izuku’s boxers. “This felt good?” He asked, watching Izuku’s face contort into one of pleasure.
“Ohmygod,” he panted out, moaning quietly before biting down on his lip. Why was he so sensitive? “Ye- yes,” he confirmed, earning a strange look from Katsuki. He almost looked like he didn’t believe him.
“Hm,” Katsuki hummed before pulling up, resting on his knees as he examined Izuku. He had no reason to lie, so of course Katsuki believed him. But just a bit of grinding was enough to make Izuku act like? Katsuki pulled Izuku’s underwear away carefully before turning him over, loving the way he obeyed so easily. He didn’t even have to say anything.
“No way you’re gonna fuck me from behind on our anniversary,” Izuku scolded despite letting his body listen to Katsuki. He instinctively propped himself up for the alpha, hips in the air while his upper body was on the bed. When he got no response he scoffed playfully, about to turn around again before he felt something warm and wet at his entrance. “Kacchan-“ He gasped loudly and slapped a hand over his mouth, back arching immediately into the touch.
Katsuki stayed silent as he licked at Izuku’s entrance, humming in acknowledgment that he was listening, but was definitely preoccupied. After a minute or so Katsuki pulled away, groaning a bit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he panted out, noticing the way Izuku’s legs were shaking. He watched with half lidded eyes as slick leaked out of the omega, trying to restrain himself as every part of him screamed to mount him. “Don’t worry baby, I intend to see your face when I knot you,” he admitted before diving back in. In no time his tongue was deep inside Izuku’s heat, making the omega moan louder than he’d heard him be in a long time.
“Ngh, Kacchan..” Izuku whined, moving his hips back as Katsuki continued to fuck him on his tounge. This felt so much better than it ever has for some reason, and Izuku was closer to his climax than he’d like to admit. He was already a moaning mess, with his length leaking precum onto the sheets beneath them, and his hole producing more slick than he ever had before. “I’m,” he gulped, griping at the pillow he propped under his head. “I’m gonna cum if..if you don’t stop, Kacch- ah!” He moaned, circling his hips back onto Katsuki as his tongue penetrated him further.
Katsuki groaned as his length twitched in his boxers, knowing he couldn’t restrain himself for much longer. The sounds Izuku made were heavenly, and the way he moaned his name basically had Katsuki seeing stars. He had to touch himself in order to relieve the tension building in him. It was their anniversary, so a bit of foreplay was expected. Why did it seem so much harder this time though? Katsuki pulled himself out of his boxers as Izuku admitted how close he was, pulling away to breath. He stroked himself a couple of times as Izuku whined, stopping like he was instructed. He panted as he played with himself, watching how Izuku’s legs shook even though he had withdrawn. Everything about Izuku was so perfect. His beautiful tattoo, his ass, the muscles on his back, his freckled thighs that were firm yet soft. And all of that was Katsuki’s. It belonged to him now because Izuku was his.
Before he could move back to prepare the omega, he heard a struggled moan come from him, and then their sheets were being painted with ribbons of cum. Katsuki froze, staring at the omega as his legs shook, barely being able to support himself.
“Did you just—“ Katsuki stared, a blush creeping up his face. He knew he was good but for Izuku to cum without him touching him? He wasn’t that good. He watched as Izuku collapsed to the bed, turning to his side as he breathed heavily.
“I think,” Izuku panted. “I think I know why they called it intense,” he laughed softly, running a hand through his hair before turning to face Katsuki, still frozen behind him on his knees. “Did you feel that?” Izuku asked, a large smile on his face. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him, noticing that this was his nerd smile. “I think I can feel when you feel good, Kacchan,” he explained, sitting up with a slight wince. He just came and he didn’t even look tired. “Before, I was feeling good because you were touching me, but— but then you stopped so I should’ve stopped too, right? You stopped and started touching yourself. And then I got this..this feeling of pleasure that didn’t feel like my own. I felt the urge to fuck something, to claim it, make it mine,” he explained, shaking his head as he thought deeper. “I’ve never felt that way before— not as intense as that. It felt like something an alpha would feel,”
Katsuki stared at him as he ranted, trying to keep up with the reasoning as he watched Izuku. Was he thinking about all of this while he was eating him out? Katsuki scoffed and sat next to Izuku, trying to connect the dots with him. “So you think that was me? The..feelings you were feeling?” He asked, trying to understand what Izuku was getting at.
The omega nodded enthusiastically, still in deep thought. “You… smell like cinnamon. Like this really sweet spice. You always have, since we were little,” Izuku explained before placing his legs on either side of Katsuki's hips, straddling him. “It’s always been subtle, something I enjoyed but it was never super intense unless I was trying to smell it,” Izuku licked at Katsuki’s scent gland near his collar to emphasize his point, taking in a shaky breath when he pulled away. “But after I bit you, after I scented you, the smell got stronger. I felt like I was in a bakery or something,” he chuckled softly. That earned a laugh from Katsuki as well. “Your scent is really strong now, Kacchan,” Izuku explained.
Katsuki nodded, examining the bite mark on Izuku’s neck. “Yours too,” he said, resting his hands on Izuku's hips. “You smell like Christmas now or some shit. It’s good,” he confessed, kissing Izuku softly. Was this what it was like to be bonded? This full feeling in his chest, stronger than anything he’d felt if that was possible. Izuku filled him with so much joy, so much pain, so much pleasure— so much of everything. Katsuki didn’t think it was possible for this feeling to intensify, but somehow, it had. Izuku had always been his world, but now he was his entire universe. This felt right, everything fit together so nicely. Their bodies, their hands, their scents, their personalities. Of course, the couple knew this. They’d grown up together, fallen in love multiple times, dated, and eventually gotten married. The concept of Izuku being everything to the alpha was not new. But God, he was feeling it so strongly at this moment he didn’t know what to do with himself. Based on Izuku’s explanation, he must be feeling this way too through their mutual bond. That’s why it was so intense. To love and to be loved back just as strongly…
“Kacchan, baby, are you ok?” Izuku gasped softly, a confused look on his face as he pulled away from the kiss. His hands were on his husband immediately, caressing both sides of his face to wipe away the steady stream of tears falling down. Izuku didn’t see Katsuki cry often, but the reasons were always valid, unlike his own fits of tears. He cried when they first said I love you, when they first made love, when they got married, after his gift tonight, and now… Izuku couldn’t really put his finger on what was wrong, especially since the only emotion both of their scents were hinting at was pure love and happiness. Izuku couldn’t sense any sadness or pain between the two of them. Yet Katsuki was crying. All Izuku could do was gently kiss the tears away, waiting for Katsuki to explain.
Katsuki hadn’t even noticed he’d been crying for the second time that night until Izuku started wiping his tears away, placing such sweet kisses on his face he almost forgot to speak. He sniffed, immediately moving to wrap his arms tightly around Izuku. He kissed Izuku’s shoulder softly before burying his face in it, tears still falling slowly down his face. “Fuck— yeah. I’m… I’m ok. Nothing's wrong,” he answered, giving a soft kiss to his shoulder again after another sniff escaped him. Katsuki had gotten a lot better at being vulnerable, but wording the way he felt was still somewhat of a challenge. He felt Izuku’s arms wrap around him before moving to speak again. “I’m just, really lucky to have you, Izuku. I don’t know why I’m crying and I really fucking hate that I am but,” he sighed and squeezed Izuku tighter. “I love you.. so much,” he sighed out.
Izuku smiled widely, running his hands through Katsuki’s hair as he spoke. He couldn’t help the happy hum that escaped him, almost like a purr. Katsuki’s words weren’t surprising, they’d said it to each other upwards of a thousand times at this point, but the way he said it this time… how it drew him to tears, made this time a bit more special. Izuku pulled away so he could look at Katsuki now, lifting his chin up to kiss him softly. He wiped his tears away before pulling away, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you too, Katsuki. More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered, kissing Katsuki again quickly. He took a shaky breath and shook his head, looking up at the ceiling as his bottom lip wobbled a bit. “Seeing Kacchan cry makes me want to cry,” he whimpered a bit before looking down at Katsuki again. “But only nerds cry, right?” He asked playfully, raising a brow at his husband.
Katsuki scoffed and looked away from Izuku, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He shoved the omega gently, creating some space between them even though Izuku was still on his lap. “That’s a dumb rule. Why would anyone ever say that?” He joked back, letting his hands rest on Izuku’s hips again. He squeezed them softly before rubbing slow circles into them, a smile slowly returning to his face as the seconds passed.
“It is a dumb rule. The kind of dumb rule that could only be created by a dumb alpha,” Izuku responded, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck loosely. He felt Katsuki’s grip on his hips tighten, making him hum a bit and chew at his bottom lip. Even when he tried to joke around Katsuki was still turning him on… he was a lost case.
“We’re calling people dumb now? Not all of us can be history teachers, Zuku,” Katsuki refuted dramatically, his eyes locked on the way Izuku played with his own lip. He was so cute, so pretty, fucking beautiful. He could call him every horrible name in the book and some fucked up part of Katsuki would definitely get turned on. Mr. Midoriya could call him a dumb blonde all day long and he’d still be in love.
“Not people.. just Kacchan,” Izuku shrugged, starting to kiss at Katsuki’s jaw once he felt his eyes on him. He let his hand fall between them, giving his own length a lazy pump before his own fingers circled around his entrance, letting out soft breaths against Katsuki as he kissed at his neck, past his bond mark, to his shoulder, and back up to his ear. He immediately started with 2 fingers, sighing at how easy it was. Katsuki rarely ate him out, but when he did, he did it with purpose. He was thoroughly soaking now, a mix of his own slick and Katsuki’s saliva at his hole. Izuku could feel the presence of Katsuki’s length behind him, thick and heavy— waiting for him.
“Kacchan isn’t people? I’m not a person to you, baby?” Katsuki asked, one of his hands moving to rest on the swell of Izuku’s ass. He gave a soft squeeze, choking back a growl at just how plump it was. Izuku had put on some weight since they got together, they both had. It didn’t help that Katsuki forced him to be his resident menu tester since they started dating. He was filling his suits out snugly now, and any other article of clothing he wore, really. The idea that Izuku would get even softer once Katsuki thoroughly had his way with him was almost too much to bear. All he could think about was Izuku plump with his pups, fat and happy while Katsuki took care of him through the pregnancy. He’d be so fucking soft, like some stress ball for Katsuki to squeeze whenever things got hard. He wanted that so bad.
Izuku whined softly against Katsuki’s shoulder, both from the pleasure of his own fingers moving in and out of himself, but also from the warmth of Katsuki’s hand on his backside. “No,” he panted, adding a third finger and curling them. He moaned out loudly, letting his small fangs sink into Katsuki’s shoulder now. This felt good, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more, as soon as fucking possible. “Kacchan’s not a person. He’s..he’s my alpha. Just here to give me his pups and make sure I’m comfortable and happy. Kacchan’s the best alpha, so strong..” Izuku mumbled, nuzzling up against the other. He started to thrust in his fingers faster when Katsuki’s grip on him tightened.
Katsuki’s brain almost short circuited at Izuku’s words, the scent of their shared lust heavy in the air. It was almost suffocating. “Fuck,” Katsuki answered, almost too surprised to give a real response. What could he say to that? Izuku rarely spoke like this, usually using their secondary assignments as the butt of some joke. He didn’t really use it as a tool in bed, but it drove Katsuki crazy. He hated being a stereotype, they both did. A strong alpha who couldn’t control his urges, and an obedient omega whose sole purpose was to carry his alphas children— that wasn’t them. They were both strong and independent, even though they loved each other. They were capable of operating both together and away from one another. It’s one of the many reasons Katsuki loves Izuku, but a deeper, more animalistic, part of Katsuki can’t help but adore the more codependent part of Izuku. It reminds him of when they were kids, when he first fell in love. Izuku being a good omega, following orders and staying loyal to Katsuki and Katsuki only. Giving Katsuki a purpose in life… to provide for the one he loved, and to give him pups. That animalistic part of Katsuki swooned at the concept. And here Izuku was using it against him, as if he didn’t just bond with him and tell him they could start trying for a family… as if this wasn’t a big fucking deal. He couldn’t even tell if the omega did it on purpose, or if it was all just the heat of the moment.
“The best alpha, huh?” Katsuki asked, letting both hands grip at Izuku’s ass now. The praise was almost enough for him to get off. His grip was tight, pulling them apart for Izuku’s fingers. The omega was moving faster now, more focused on chasing his pleasure then simply preparing himself. They couldn’t have that, not when Katsuki had so much to do with him. “Do I get a reward for being the best or is it just a title? Because I think my omega, the best omega, should be rewarded,” Katsuki hummed, licking over Izuku’s scent gland before grabbing his wrist. He sighed and ran his other hand up Izuku’s side, squeezing at every part of fat he could get his hands on— Thighs, hips, stomach, chest.
“Reward? What could my alpha possibly want from me that would be a reward?” Izuku responded, kissing at Katsuki’s jaw again before landing on his lips, placing a deep kiss on them. Before he could work his tongue into the mix, Katsuki pulled away, panting.
Katsuki pulled Izuku’s fingers away, his hands resuming their position on his ass before they tapped at the fat lightly. He looked into Izuku’s eyes before grinning, pushing him away slightly so his upper body rubbed against Katsuki’s aching erection. “Ride me,” he commanded, emphasizing his point by letting his length glide along the space between Izuku’s plump cheeks. “You wanna reward your alpha, who you think is the best, then you ride him. And don’t stop till your legs are shaking, till I have to fucking move you myself to take my knot. That sound like a plan?” Katsuki asked, watching Izuku’s face closely as he spoke. They talked dirty to one another on many occasions, sure, but Katsuki wasn't one to tell Izuku what to do without giving him a choice. It was surprising to many, but Izuku was actually the dominant one in the bedroom. He’d normally praise Katsuki for his actions, and instruct him on what to do next. Sometimes, Katsuki would do what he wanted, but only the things he was positive Katsuki would like. Being bossed around by Izuku was a very specific preference that Katsuki had never even tried until dating Izuku. Even now, he knew he wasn’t in complete control. If Izuku didn’t want what Katsuki was offering, then he wouldn’t do it. It’s another thing Katsuki loved about the omega. They were almost the exact opposite of their stereotypes in some aspects, and Katsuki loved it.
Izuku’s eyes widened at Katsuki’s words, a soft whine escaping his lips when his fingers were taken away. His face was still a light pink, and his bottom lip was almost bleeding with the intensity of which he was biting it. Izuku wasn’t sure how to respond to that cleverly. Usually, he was quick witted in both bed and their everyday lives, but for some reason, tonight he struggled to answer. Katsuki speaking to him like that… like he was just some object to be used for pleasure.. fuck, it turned him on. What was he supposed to do? He knew that normally, he’d fight it, tell Katsuki that he was out of line for demanding such a thing, that he wasn’t being good. He’d say that he was riding the alpha because he wanted to, not because Katsuki told him to. He’d tell the alpha to give him his knot as opposed to begging for it. This had been the norm for them for a while now, the result of a very experimental and adventurous vacation two years ago. But now? After Katsuki had bonded with him, cried, and told him he loved him? Katsuki could do whatever the fuck he wanted at this point.
All Izuku did now was nod, licking his lips slowly. “That’s a good plan.. I like that plan,” Izuku chuckled, surprised at his own response. “Kacchan has the best plans,” he hummed before kissing Katsuki again, reaching behind him to pump at Katsuki’s length. He was thick and heavy, already wet with Izuku’s slick and his own precum after being neglected for so long. Izuku absolutely loved riding Katsuki, even if he was sore afterwards. He pulled away for a second to glance behind himself, positioning Katsuki correctly to slip in. He lifted himself up, making sure the alpha was lined up before he moved to kiss him again. “Happy anniversary,” he mumbled against his lips, lowering himself down slowly with a smile.
They gasped in unison, a rough groan escaping Katsuki’s lips as Izuku released a long, and loud, moan. “Shit,” Katsuki cursed, his hands gripping tightly at Izuku’s hips once he was seated. “Tight, Zuku, ‘s so tight,” he mumbled, forehead resting against Izuku’s chest. It felt amazing, probably more amazing than usual, to sink into Izuku’s warmth. It had been about a week now since the couple had sex, and if Izuku’s theory was correct, Katsuki was feeling double pleasure now— a mix between how good both he and his omega felt. Not to mention the full feeling of love already seated in his chest.
Izuku moved his hands to rest on Katsuki’s strong shoulders as he adjusted, hips circling slowly. His breaths were hot and heavy, eyes lidded with the pleasure he was feeling. Katsuki fit so perfectly inside him, molded from years of nights spent together like this. He didn’t think he was going to last as long as he usually did this time around, since they were freshly bonded. Most people don’t talk about the sexual part of the process online, so he wasn’t sure what he was walking into when he did this. Of course, he didn’t regret it, but the pleasure was almost overwhelming. Katsuki’s scent was strong around them, encouraging Izuku’s arousal with his own lust. That lust poured off of them both in strong waves, definitely clinging to the nest Katsuki had made for them earlier. Izuku would have to swipe something before Katsuki chose to clean up…
“Katsuki..” Izuku said softly, tears filling his eyes as he continued circling his hips. He didn’t want to rush this, of course, but he was starting to get impatient. He didn’t wait for Katsuki’s approval to move, sitting up and releasing Katsuki until only the tip remained buried inside. He gasped at the absence he felt before slamming back down, using his thighs on either side of the alphas legs as leverage. Another moan was choked out of him as he raised himself again, before slamming back down. At some point, Katsuki’s hands on his hips had moved to his ass once again, gripping at the round flesh as Izuku rode him. The pace wasn’t too fast yet, but Izuku was working up a sweat now, green curls clinging to his forehead. With closed eyes, Izuku gripped at Katsuki’s shoulders tighter, slamming himself down repeatedly. He felt his own length move between them, but he didn’t touch himself. Both him and Katsuki loved it when Izuku came just from Katsuki inside of him, and no other stimulation.
“Just like that, Izuku. Look at you, so good, so good, baby,” Katsuki encouraged him, biting down on his bottom lip to contain his moans— a habit he picked up from Izuku. “You got it, I’ve got you,” he continued his soft praises, eyes trying to focus on too much at once. There was so much of Izuku’s beauty to take in, but his eyes weren’t moving fast enough. The tears rolling down Izuku’s face, the blush that has spread across his tan skin starting at his face and going all the way down to his freckled shoulders, the way his Adam’s apple moved when he moaned, the tremble of his thighs. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans now, both of them muttering each other's names, unable to say anything else. What more could they say? They were the only thing on each other’s mind.
Suddenly, Izuku was pushing Katsuki down, encouraging him to lay against the pillows behind them. When his back hit the bed, Izuku’s hands rested on his chest, and his pace got faster. He was rising and falling with more speed now, moans and breaths louder as well. Their neighbors were gonna kill them.. “Ngh— god! Right there,” Izuku whined, a concentrated look on his face to mix with the one of pleasure. He must be close. Katsuki could faintly feel it through their bond, but maybe it was himself. He was close too, and Izuku barely did anything. He was so easy when it came to his omega, he couldn’t deny that.
“Close, ‘M close, Izuku— fuck,” Katsuki groaned, his head tilting back against the pillows behind him. His hands gripped at Izuku’s hips as he moved, and he started thrusting up to meet Izuku’s bouncing. The noises were obscene now, echoing around their bedroom. The slap of skin, Izuku’s loud cries, Katsuki’s groans— if Katsuki focused on it too much, he’d cum. If he focused too much on the way Izuku said his name, like it was a blessing, he’d cum. If he paid too much attention to the stretch marks on Izuku’s thighs, the way his body shook as he chased his orgasm, the quick rise and fall of his chest, and the way his smaller length was leaking against his stomach— he’d cum. It wasn’t until Izuku choked out a whine that Katsuki snapped out of his trance, his eyes immediately moving to Izuku’s face. The tears were heavy now, and his legs were shaking more than before. He must’ve been running out of strength now, trying to finish them both off with the strength in his legs alone.
“Kacch— ah! Kacchan, so good, so big..” Izuku whined, but his body folded forward, exhausted from all of his movement. They were both so close, he just had to keep moving. He just needed to keep doing what Katsuki told him to. Keep moving, until his legs were shaking. That’s what Katsuki said. Izuku’s forehead rested on Katsuki’s shoulder, but his hips kept moving, slamming up and down. He could feel Katsuki’s knot forming, meaning he was doing well. Katsuki was close, as close as he was. They could finish together, share each other's breath and express their love. When Izuku felt Katsuki’s strong hands on his hips, holding him still so he could slam up into him, he knew he did well. “Mh- fuck,” Izuku panted out, lifting his head up so that he was hovering over Katsuki now. His tears fell onto the others face, leaving freckled cheeks to meet the unblemished pale skin of his husband. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum, Kacchan.. please,” he begged, moving his hands to cup Katsuki’s face. He gave him a gentle kiss, but the moans being ripped from him due to Katsuki’s brutal pace only opened his mouth further, allowing Katsuki to explore his mouth with his tongue. The kiss was deep, sloppy. Neither of them were focused on making the kiss good, chasing the orgasms that were fast approaching.
“Go ahead, you did so well, baby,” Katsuki panted out against Izuku’s lips as they kissed, his hips slamming into Izuku harder now. One hand was placed firmly on Izuku’s hip, lifting him up, while the other gripped at his ass, pulling him back down. Izuku was so flexible, so malleable in Katsuki’s larger hands, he couldn’t help but take advantage of that. Katsuki groaned when Izuku’s orgasm hit, his walls clenching down on him as he released between them. Katsuki wasn’t even mad that he got dirty, too busy chasing his own orgasm. The struggled cry Izuku made when he came was music to his ears, and only encouraged him more. It didn’t take long for him to cum as well, slowing his thrusts when his knot finally caught. He sighed as he sunk in, holding Izuku close against him. The omega was breathing heavily, hot to the touch in his arms. They were both sweaty, messy with Izuku’s cum between them. “Love you so much,” Katsuki praised, kissing Izuku’s temple when he rested his head on his shoulder.
“I love you more,” Izuku replied between heavy pants, his fingers carding through Katsuki’s hair as best he could. He was exhausted, but nothing would ever stop him from reminding Katsuki just how much he meant to him. When he went to adjust himself, he groaned, feeling Katsuki’s knot plant him in place. He was stuck like this, at least for 10 minutes.
Katsuki let some silence pass between them, his ears focusing on the soft sounds of Izuku breathing next to him before he wrapped an arm around his husband, his fingers twisting into curly hair. He scratched softly at the omega's scalp, earning a soft purr in the process. “You feeling okay?” He asked, voice low and soft so he didn’t startle his lover. Izuku was often silent after sex, in favor of gaining his strength again for another round(because why would a power couple like them only ever go once?). After bonding though, Katsuki felt compelled to talk before they did anything more, especially since they were still very stuck together. He was still playing with Izuku’s hair when the omega finally gave him another hum.
“I am.. so okay,” Izuku answered with a satisfied sigh, grabbing Katsuki’s hand at his side that wasn’t preoccupied with his green curls. He gave the top of it a soft kiss, intertwining their fingers at the same time. He kissed softly at Katsuki’s jaw as well, purring more and more at the massage his head was getting. “What about you?” Izuku asked, squeezing Katsuki’s hand tighter in his own.
“Fucking amazing,” the blonde replied, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. Amazing was the only way he could describe this feeling. The feeling of belonging, the love, the desire. The satisfaction of truly being as close as possible to the one person for him. This…joy, happiness, fortune. Nobody has ever made him feel this way, and nobody but Izuku would make him believe it was even possible. Yes, it was nice to get his dick wet, but only if it was Izuku. Only if he got to make Izuku feel that same pleasure, that’s what made it all worth it. With Izuku, Katsuki truly felt like he had some purpose in life. His restaurant didn’t do that, money didn’t do that, as much as they tried, friends didn’t either. Nobody but Izuku made him truly feel like he was put on this earth for a reason. That reason was to make sure that Izuku survived, that he was happy, that he didn’t struggle— that was his purpose. It always has been. Izuku was… everything, to Katsuki. He was the moon, the stars. Izuku was the fucking sun and Katsuki was simply the planets, caught up in his orbit. And now? After being married, after dating, after falling in love each and every day he spent with Izuku in his life? He finally had him all to himself. Nobody could ever have Izuku the way Katsuki had him. It was a miracle the nerd even wanted to go through something like this, but why would Katsuki push away such a miracle? The miracle of Izuku loving him, cherishing him, needing him the same way Katsuki needed him. It was surprising, inspiring— fucking beautiful. Just like Izuku.
“Good,” Izuku giggled back, giving Katsuki’s jaw another kiss before sitting up with a groan. The air hitting the space between them made him cringe, feeling his own seed drying on his stomach. His legs ached, and so did his back. Katsuki’s knot was still inside of him, but slowly shrinking. Izuku let go of Katsuki’s hand and reached his arms above his head, stretching with a quiet yawn. He looked down at Katsuki again, tilting his head to the side as he observed him. He finally caught a glimpse of the bonding bite on Katsuki’s collar, and the damage it had truly done. He hadn’t even meant to bite hard, but the space would definitely take some time to heal. He assumed the spot on his own neck looked similar, if not worse. Katsuki looked a mess, hair disheveled, a thin layer of sweat on the entirety of his body. His bottom lip was swollen, either from Izuku’s kisses or the way Katsuki chewed on it when he felt good. There were small hickeys near his neck, something Izuku definitely did but didn’t fully remember.
As Izuku observed him, his eyes stopped once he met those of his husband, freezing in place as they made contact. Even though the rest of Katsuki was chaotic in every sense of the word, from his hair to the rise and fall of his chest, his eyes weren’t. They were solid, focused. Ruly and obedient. They were deep— honest. Izuku couldn’t help but get lost in them. The deep reds were fascinating, resembling the blood that leaked from where the omega had bitten him. Growing up, he remembered how others would say his red eyes were a sign of power, resembling the red of nobles long ago, or the rubies they would wear on their crowns. The way they glowed made them look like fire, a fire that Izuku would let consume him no matter the consequences. Izuku would burn for Katsuki, even if the alpha didn’t allow him to do so. That’s what he felt he was put on this earth to do. To burn in the flame that was Katsuki Bakugo, and the passion of his love. The bite on his neck was proof that he could handle it, that he could brave the fire. It was a physical symbol that Izuku had burned, and emerged from the flame victorious. When Katsuki finally let him burn, showing his love for Izuku to be consumed by, Izuku welcomed it. As if he were Prometheus, he tamed that fire, wielded it even though the odds were stacked against him. Izuku burned, he loved, and he would continue to love, even in death. He’d given his all to Katsuki at this point, but he felt as though it would never be enough. There was always more to sacrifice, more to provide. He would give and give and give, and the best part? God, the best part.. was that Katsuki would never take. It’s as if they were a match made in heaven, a true foil to one another yet so, so perfect. Since birth, Katsuki has been the one for him. The one who would pour just as much of himself into others even if he had nothing to give. The only one he’s ever truly wanted, the only one who could give him what he needed, before he even knew the need was there.
Now that they were mated, locked and sealed to one another for the rest of their lives, Izuku would continue to give. Katsuki would continue to give, and they would be okay. With so much love between the couple, they could only spread it— and a baby was how they would do it. Their professional lives were going well, they had been properly mated now, and their ages made sense. It was the next logical step. The more he thought about it, the less it scared him. They’d made so much progress in their time together— progress that Izuku would never forget.