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It was a quiet night.
Izuku scrawled words at record-breaking speed in his most recent analysis notebook, chewing on the end of his pencil as he thought back to the fight he saw today. A movie played in the background as he wrote, filling the silence that tended to distract him.
He’d caught the tail end of a fight between Edgeshot and a villain with some sort of fire quirk, and wanted to record some new information he got out of their altercation. The way the hero applied his quirk showed his mastery over it, though Izuku had some ideas of his own to improve it further.
Not that anyone would care what he thought. He was looked down on due to his second gender, scorned for being a rare male omega. The fact that he was quirkless only made it worse.
His mom was in the kitchen, busy cleaning it with a focus that managed to scare him, even though the place was practically spotless. Izuku couldn’t help but appreciate her efforts—she always took such good care of him. It was her love that often got him through the day, his one comfort he could always depend on.
A sudden knock on the door made him sit up, pulling his attention away from his writing. His mom didn’t seem to hear it, probably too absorbed with scrubbing away imaginary grime from the counter.
Figuring it was one of their neighbors (Ms. Takeda down the hall always needed help with her tv), Izuku stood up from the couch and opened the door.
It was not one of his neighbors.
Katsuki stood in front of him, as intimidating as ever, with a large bag slung over his shoulder. He stared down at Izuku in a way that made him shiver.
And really, he should’ve known. Quiet nights always meant something was coming.
Izuku swallowed and tried to control the tremble of his voice, but failed. “K-Kacchan.”
He didn’t respond.
The blessedly comforting presence of his mom as she walked up behind him helped to relax him somewhat, but instead of the look of surprise he expected to see on her face, she seemed weirdly happy. Like she was expecting him.
“Katsuki!” She said. Her smile usually left him feeling warm, yet Izuku felt anything but. “I’m so glad you’re here!”
Katsuki huffed and glanced at the ground. “Yeah, thanks.”
Izuku nearly gaped at him. He was being so… polite. At least what counted as polite for him. It only served to make him more nervous.
“You’re all grown up now,” his mom said with a fond laugh. “Still, we’re more than happy for you to stay with us while your parents are out of town.”
To say that Izuku’s stomach dropped would be an understatement. His hands were damp with sweat and he felt a little faint. He turned to face his mom and desperately hoped the absolute dread he felt to his bones didn’t show on his face.
“Mom, you didn’t tell me,” he said, his own voice feeling distant.
“Oh, sorry, Izuku,” she said sheepishly. “Mitsuki and Masaru are going on vacation for a few days and asked if Katsuki could stay over while they’re gone. I figured you wouldn’t mind since you two are friends.”
Friends.
Izuku’s only hope was for his death to be swift. He could not picture an outcome to this situation where he wouldn’t end up six feet under the ground, or rather blown into a million little pieces by the hand of the very person that stood in front of him. He knew how much explosions hurt.
“Oh,” Izuku said, attempting to smile. He felt hollow. “Um, yeah, t-that’s fine.”
“Great!” She said happily. She beckoned Katsuki in like she wasn’t sending Izuku to his death. “Now why don’t you go get settled in? I’m sure you remember where Izuku’s room is.”
Izuku’s room. Katsuki was going to be staying in his room.
With how overprotective his mom was, he was astounded that she was okay with Katsuki sleeping in the same room as him. It was a little (very) taboo for an alpha and omega to sleep in such close proximity.
“Yeah,” Katsuki grunted.
“Alright, I’m going to head to bed,” she said. The bags under her eyes looked a little deeper than normal, so it was understandable. She’d been working very hard lately. “You two sleep well, okay?”
“Goodnight,” Izuku said as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
With that, they were left alone.
It felt as if the walls were closing in on him, creeping closer with every breath he took. The normally soothing atmosphere of the apartment was gone, replaced with a sobering sense of unease.
The calmness Katsuki exhibited was unnerving. His lack of aggression and piercing words left Izuku at a loss for what to do.
He knew, undoubtedly, that there was a reason behind his behavior. It was like an impending storm—easily predicted, but its path of destruction inexorable.
He tried not to think about it.
With dread settling heavily in his limbs, Izuku walked the short path to his room. Katsuki followed behind him, and Izuku couldn’t help but notice how it felt as if he was being stalked like prey.
He didn’t have the energy to feel embarrassed as they entered his room, which was filled to the brim with merch. The amount of posters and figures that lined his walls were often seen as concerning from an outside perspective, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
As an unmated omega, his nest was one of the most private and personal things in his life. To let someone else see it—especially an unmated alpha—was pretty much unheard of, unless said person was courting him. So, the fact that he was allowing Katsuki into his room, where his nest was, was an incredible show of submissiveness.
It was frightening. Not just because he was scared of Katsuki, but because he desperately wanted his approval. The fact that it was so special, meant that Katsuki liking it was of the utmost importance. His stupid, stubborn omega yearned for Katsuki like Izuku would die if he didn’t have him.
So here he was. His body filled with fear, teeming with nervousness, all because he hoped with every ounce of his being that Katsuki would approve of his nest.
To Izuku’s surprise, not a single word of criticism fell from Katsuki’s perfect lips, even as his eyes scoured across the room. His gaze drifted across the walls and shelves, to his bookcases and messy desk, and finally landed on the plush nest that sat in the corner of the room. He lingered there, eyes flickering with something he couldn’t decipher.
Izuku snapped out of his nervous spiral when Katsuki threw his bag on the floor, thumping to the ground in a way that did nothing to ease the tension in the room. He liked having something of Katsuki’s in here, satisfaction settling in the back of his mind.
They stood there awkwardly, stiff and silent. It was unbearable. He needed something to do.
Izuku thought about the spare futon they kept in the hallway cabinet, which had never once been used. He would need to get it out and roll it onto the floor, so both of them could sleep in the room. The futon would be for himself, of course.
There was absolutely no way Izuku could ask Katsuki to sleep on the floor. It was out of the question.
Izuku turned to face Katsuki, but couldn’t manage to meet his eyes. The pattern of the floor boards was much more interesting anyway, he told himself.
“Kacchan, um, you—” Izuku stuttered. His cheeks turned red under the scrutiny of his gaze. “I-I’m going to, um, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Deafening silence.
After several agonizing moments of continued quiet, Izuku spared a reluctant glance upward.
Katsuki’s eyebrow was raised and his eyes were critical, arms crossed in an intimidating manner. He looked at Izuku like what he said was the dumbest thing in the world. And yeah, Izuku tended to be pretty stupid around him, but he couldn’t comprehend why Katsuki would react like this to his words.
Well, it might’ve been because he just invited Katsuki, an alpha, into his nest, but what else was he supposed to do? Maybe he should just jump out the window and spare himself any more distress.
Izuku didn’t dare say anything else. He fidgeted as Katsuki continued to stare at him, tugging at his fingers so much, they ached.
Finally, Katsuki moved to sit on the bed. Izuku’s eyes followed him as settled into the nest, shuffling around until he was under the covers. His red eyes peered at him, and he froze where he stood.
“Get on the fucking bed, Deku,” Katsuki said.
Izuku looked at him incredulously, heart racing and mouth agape. There was no way that he was implying—
Izuku squeaked when a large hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him onto the bed, giving him no chance to object. Not that he would’ve.
During the few heats he’d had, Katsuki was the one Izuku cried out for. The one he pleaded for to soothe the unbearable ache of emptiness that his body demanded be filled. His feverish mind conjured up fantasies of Katsuki over him, using his muscular body to pin Izuku to the bed. He’d spit filthy words at him, punctuating them by shoving his probably massive sized cock in Izuku’s pussy.
It was incredibly embarrassing to think about when he wasn’t delirious with heat, but the feelings he’d tried to shove down since he was a kid persisted no matter how hard he tried to smother them.
The heat of Katsuki’s body under the covers warmed his own, simultaneously both soothing and daunting as they laid there. Izuku practically hung off the side of the bed, precariously close to the edge, despite how he ached to be pressed against him.
However, knowing that Katsuki was beside him, lying in his nest, unfortunately did nothing but stir the desire that swirled inside him. It was almost painful how aroused he was.
With a resigned sense of horror, Izuku felt himself start to slick. His panties dampened, and he desperately wished to be anywhere else. Hell, he’d even be happy if he was sitting in the middle of a blizzard in Antarctica.
He was filled with shame. Heavy, heavy shame. And he hoped—prayed that Katsuki wouldn’t notice. He didn’t think he could handle being humiliated at the moment, because this genuinely had to be the absolute worst possible scenario he could be in.
An arm that had no right being so big snaked around Izuku’s waist and pulled him toward the cause of all his problems. As much as he wished to go back to his lonely side of the bed, where he had at least a single shred of dignity, he couldn’t wriggle out of Katsuki’s grasp if he wanted to.
“Geez, relax, will you?” Katsuki said annoyedly, but there was something else in his voice too. “I’m not gonna fuckin’ kill you.”
For some reason, the way he said that sounded like there was something he would do to Izuku.
His words did nothing to settle his nerves, but the fact that he was so close to Katsuki, so close to his delicious scent, soothed him. Izuku couldn’t help how his limbs relaxed and his eyes drooped, sinking into Katsuki’s embrace.
As he was pulled into sleep, he hoped to dream of Katsuki.
Izuku woke up to pleasure.
He felt warm and strangely at ease, like he was lounging in the summer sun. Satisfaction draped over his body and mind, blanketing him in wonderful bliss. Soft groans fell into his ear, low and sensual in a way that flamed the warmth in his stomach. A rhythmic pattern of clapping accompanied it, punctuating each shock of pleasure that rolled over him.
Distantly, Izuku could hear his own moans in the air, steadily pushed out of him with each slap of what sounded like skin against skin. He got louder the longer it went on, more aware of the sensations that overwhelmed his body.
“Fuck,” a voice groaned. A voice that sounded very much like Katsuki.
Izuku blinked open his eyes, heavy with sleep and the pleasure that kept him pliant. He strained to see what was happening in the darkness of the room, disturbing the peaceful silence.
Sharp red eyes stared down at him, filled with an emotion that could only be pure, undiluted lust. It was a vision Izuku only ever saw while he slept. He absently wondered if he was dreaming, but the very real and intense assault of feelings that flowed through him said otherwise.
Izuku finally found his voice, but it ended up sounding more like a moan than anything. “Ka-Kacchan?”
He realized the pleasure filling his body was coming from the cock shoving in and out of his cunt.
Oh, Katsuki was fucking him.
Katsuki was fucking him.
“Wh-What are you do—” Izuku trailed off into a high moan.
None of the fear or panic that he should be feeling came to him. He thought he should probably be worried about that.
The bed rocked with every thrust of Katsuki’s hips. He groaned, mumbling things that made Izuku burn with lust and embarrassment.
“What do you think?” Katsuki asked, his voice rough. “You looked so fucking desperate, whining my name while you slept. Your pussy was just begging for my cock.”
Of course it was. Izuku dreamt of Katsuki almost every night, and having the object of his affections sleeping beside him, in his nest, only escalated things. He craved that thick cock, fantasized about it, imagined how heavily it would sit on his tongue as he gagged on it.
He wanted it so badly.
Still, as Katsuki violated him in his bed, he knew how absolutely wrong this was. His mom was sleeping only a few doors down—and god, he hoped she was still asleep.
Katsuki shouldn’t be fucking him without asking, let alone while he was sleeping. There was no way to look at this situation where he wasn’t doing something depraved, yet Izuku burned with arousal.
With deep shame, he realized he was a pervert. His pussy gushed with slick, and he was alight with pure pleasure. The fact that Katsuki didn’t even bother to fuck him while he was awake, aroused him to the point that he knew he was beyond the point of saving.
Izuku couldn’t stop it if he tried with every ounce of his being. His back arched and he came, getting off on the complete and utter depravity of Katsuki’s actions.
A deep and mean laugh rang out in the air, and Katsuki swung his hips into him harder, punishingly powerful. Izuku’s cunt ached with overstimulation, used despite how he whined.
He wasn’t able to voice the unbearable sensitivity that wracked through his body, pushing him to the point he honestly felt like he might die. It was the kind of pleasure that bordered on painful, or maybe it really did hurt. He wasn’t sure when the pain started to feel good, but as he’d already established, he was a little messed up.
Weakly, he wrapped his small hands around Katuski’s arms. He didn’t have the strength to do much more than hold them there, a silent plea that he knew would go unheard. Perhaps that was the reason he did it.
“Stop,” Izuku whimpered pathetically, his breath hitching with how deep Katsuki pushed into him. “Kacchan, y-you—you have to stop.”
His words lacked conviction. Even with how each thrust made his pussy throb, Izuku knew he didn’t really want it to stop.
And Katsuki didn’t, instead laughing at the useless words that spilled out of his mouth. “Hell no, fucking shit, you’re so tight.”
Izuku keened with how hard Katsuki shoved inside him, fucking him into the bed with a severity that made him faint. He forced Izuku’s cunt to accept his fat cock, to open up despite how he struggled to take it.
“Never had another cock in you, huh?” Katsuki asked, his breath labored.
“Kacchan,” Izuku moaned, unable to do much more than let himself be used.
“No one will ever fuck you as good,” Katsuki said, voice a near growl. “Your cunt’s mine, you fuckin’ belong to me.”
“K’chn,” Izuku wheezed out, delirious with pleasure. “Just Kacchan’s.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna knot you,” Katsuki groaned. “I’m gonna knot your slutty cunt.”
Izuku shook beneath him. Every inch of his body was alight with rapture, spurred on by everything Katsuki did.
“D’you want that?” Katsuki asked, probably knowing exactly what he was doing to him. “You want my knot?”
Izuku wanted it.
He needed it.
When Katsuki shoved his knot inside his pussy, Izuku wasn’t sure how something so big could possibly fit inside him. Even so, he desperately accepted it, loved the way it made his cunt burn with the stretch.
With how much cum Katsuki filled him with, there was no way it wouldn’t take. Izuku felt so wonderfully full, that he knew his only wish in life would be to feel like this forever, bloated with Katsuki’s warm cum.
It was with that thought, that Izuku came with such an intensity, his vision went black.
Izuku woke up to his body laid over the side of the bed and Katsuki shoving his cock into his pussy from behind. Those same deep grunts fell from Katsuki’s lips, and Izuku found himself enjoying how good he was making him feel.
His body shifted forward with every swing of his hips, pushing him into the plush mattress. Izuku couldn’t do much more than stare at the wall and lay still as he was pounded into.
Katsuki used him for his pleasure, filling him up over and over. He was relentless, quick and harsh thrusts that made him see stars.
Izuku’s cunt was overflowing with slick and cum, the wet sounds of Katsuki slamming into him beyond obscene. If he harbored the ability to feel embarrassed at the moment, he would, but with the way he was being fucked to the point he could only lay there, it simply drifted into his ears and right back out.
With a groan, Katsuki leaned over and draped his body over Izuku’s. He nuzzled his face into his curly hair, the closeness allowing Izuku to feel the noises that escaped him in his body. Absolutely everything Katsuki did delighted him, his position, how he moved inside him, and the sense of raw instinct that drove him to take what he wanted. A dopey smile spread across Izuku’s face and he moaned, hazy with the satisfaction that enveloped him.
Warm lips trailed down his head to his neck as Katsuki laved his tongue over Izuku’s damp skin. He kissed and sucked until deep bruises littered the plane of his shoulders and neck. Even as he frantically moved his cock in and out of Izuku’s sopping wet pussy, he made sure to mark him so there was no doubt who he belonged to.
Izuku let out pathetic moans, his voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head to the side to further expose his neck in a show of compliance, to show his willingness to be ravaged. The way Katsuki’s increasingly harder bites inched closer to his weeping scent gland made Izuku whimper desperately, drunk on simply the thought of him actually doing it.
Finally, those sharp teeth landed on it and grazed over the sensitive patch of skin, drinking down the potent oil that poured out. When Katsuki bit down and sunk his fangs deep into his swollen gland, Izuku screamed with pleasure. It hurt and throbbed, yet he was sure there was absolutely no better feeling in the world.
Helplessly, Izuku came. He sobbed and whined, his voice laced with the pure euphoria that flowed through his body. Tears streamed down his face and soaked into the blanket under him, so overwhelmingly happy he almost couldn’t breathe. He barely even registered Katsuki’s knot forcing itself into his pussy, a flickering flame next to the raging fire of being claimed.
“Kacchan,” Izuku cried, thick with emotion. “K-Kacchan!”
Katsuki panted as he laid across Izuku’s back, holding himself up on his forearms to not crush him. He didn’t say anything, but gently maneuvered them onto the bed, moving Izuku so he rested on his chest. Izuku sniffled into his shoulder, wetting his warm skin with his tears.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whimpered, clutching onto him. “I-I—”
He closed his mouth at the intense look Katsuki was giving him. A flurry of emotions flitted across his face as he stared into his eyes. Eventually, Katsuki looked away, his gaze sliding up to the ceiling.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Holy fuck.”
“Kacchan?” Izuku asked warily.
Katsuki’s eyes remained on the ceiling, and he didn’t respond. Izuku flinched when his hand slid up his side, but when he didn’t do anything to hurt him, he relaxed. With surprisingly gentle fingers, he touched Izuku’s freshly bitten scent gland, which wept with blood.
Izuku would say he almost seemed guilty, but his cock was still hard and continued to pump him full. Katsuki never did anything he didn’t mean. The way he caressed his skin felt nearly reverent, like he was amazed at what he did.
So, Izuku did something stupid. Something so, incredibly stupid.
Katsuki’s own scent gland was right there in front of him, glistening with oil, tantalizing in every way possible. Saliva pooled in his mouth and his small fangs dripped with venom, his body begging him to claim his alpha back.
Before he knew it, he was biting Katsuki. Blood filled his mouth, and Izuku pulled away with stained lips pulled into a smile. He buzzed with happiness, the taste of iron fresh on his tongue, and their bond completed.
He distantly heard Katsuki groaning and panting, but Izuku was much more intent on trying to burrow into his chest, into the warmth he craved. A low, rumbling purr sounded from him—a noise he honestly didn’t know he could make—and filled the room with the sweet evidence of his satisfaction.
Katsuki didn’t say anything, and Izuku didn’t expect him to. When his large hand settled into his curls, resting there comfortingly, Izuku understood him perfectly.
They didn’t need to exchange any words. They didn’t need to explain their feelings and emotions. The bond they shared, the sensations that resonated deeply within them, spoke for itself.
As they fell asleep, lulled by sheer exhaustion and contentment, Izuku knew there wasn’t an ounce of his being that didn’t belong to Katsuki.
Katsuki was quiet in his affections.
Things were different the morning after Katsuki claimed him. He wasn’t loud, he wasn’t brash, he was just there, gazing at Izuku with a look of calmness. He was steady among the wind of emotions that swirled inside him.
When Izuku woke up, everything was sore. Every ligament and muscle hurt (not to mention down there), but it was the good kind of sore. He delighted in the aches and pains of his body, because he knew that Katsuki was the one that made him feel that way.
Even so, he was an absolute mess. His skin was covered in remnants of slick and cum, and he desperately wanted to take a shower. As he stood up however, his legs gave out and he fell into a strong set of arms.
Without a word spoken between them, Katsuki carried Izuku to the bathroom. He didn’t dare protest as Katsuki turned on the shower and bathed him, being extra careful around his scent gland, which was still incredibly sensitive due to the bite mark that now marred it.
It was actually really sweet. Izuku couldn’t manage to get his persistent blush to go away, but by the way Katsuki smirked at him and his scent deepened with satisfaction, he liked it.
After Katsuki helped him get dressed—which was absolutely mortifying with the way he’d eyed Izuku’s puffy cunt before it was covered up—they headed to the kitchen. He was wearing a hoodie he hoped covered up the array of marks on his neck.
His mom was bustling around, plating freshly cooked food and hurrying to fix the tea she had every morning. She looked so happy to be preparing three plates instead of the normal two, and Izuku couldn’t help but smile warmly at her joy.
He suspected that she would be preparing three plates more often from now on.
She lit up when she spotted them and smiled. “Boys, you’re awake! Come get some breakfast!”
“Thanks!” Izuku said, cringing a little with the way his voice rasped.
“...Izuku are you okay?” She asked worriedly, eyeing him in a very motherly way. “You’re limping.”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” Izuku laughed. He attempted to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks, but likely failed. “I just… slept wrong.”
Katsuki very clearly stifled a laugh, and Izuku sent him a pout.
“Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” she said sympathetically. “I hope you sleep better tonight.”
Izuku highly doubted he would.
Soon after his mom left the apartment to go shopping, Izuku was bouncing on Katsuki’s cock. They were on the couch in the living room, Katsuki resting against the back and Izuku in his lap.
Even with his sore muscles, Izuku just couldn’t resist. Katsuki helped lift him up and down when he struggled, easily moving him around in a way that made Izuku burn with arousal.
Eventually, Izuku sat all the way down and grinded his pussy into Katsuki’s dick. It made him shiver and whimper, especially at the way the tip rubbed against his cervix.
Katsuki captured his lips in a kiss, pushing his tongue inside when his mouth opened in a moan. Izuku was lightheaded with pleasure, unable to think of anything but his alpha.
With a quick movement, Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s middle and stood up. Izuku wrapped his arms and legs around him, clinging on for dear life as Katsuki began pistoning in and out of him.
It felt so good. As much as Izuku enjoyed riding Katsuki, he loved it more when he just took care of him. He would be happy as long as he got to have his cock inside him.
He whimpered when Katsuki’s knot inflated and stuffed his pussy full, spilling cum deep inside him. There was nothing more incredible.
Izuku smiled and nuzzled into his chest, feeling warm inside and out. Every horrible thing that’d ever happened to him, every distressing emotion that he’d ever felt, didn’t matter when Katsuki held him like this, when he loved him like this.
School was different.
The second they walked back into that building, Izuku knew things would never be the same.
Katsuki staked a claim over him—not the one on his neck—and no one dared to oppose him. Izuku’s bullies left him alone, because for all they knew, Katsuki wanted to be the only one to do anything to him. Whether that was a punch to the face or getting a cock shoved in his pussy was beside the point.
No one knew they were mated. Their love was calm and quiet, easily unnoticed by everyone around them. Underneath the surface though, their feelings bubbled with intensity, only revealing itself when they were alone.
Izuku liked it that way. He didn’t want people prying into their relationship. He didn’t want anyone to know about something that was so private to them.
Having Katsuki to himself, having his affection so intently focused on him, was everything he wanted—everything he needed. It was nice.
It was nice that he didn’t get beat up anymore, too.
The ringing of the doorbell startled Izuku from where he was folding laundry on the couch. He turned the tv off and picked up his adorable pup, who was currently trying to eat the remote.
Izuku smiled as he placed her on his hip and went to open the door. Standing on the doorstep was a group of people who looked around his age, their hair an array of unique colors. They were quite the sight.
They looked just as surprised to see Izuku as he was to see them.
“Um, hello,” Izuku said quietly, holding his daughter tighter. “C-Can I help you?”
“We were looking for Bakugou,” the red haired one said, scratching the back of his head. “We must have gotten the wrong house, sorry.”
“Oh,” Izuku said, blushing a little. “Um, I’m a Bakugou.”
Izuku had taken Katsuki’s last name shortly after they mated, who seemed more than happy to give it to him. That was probably one of the reasons he was holding their pup in his arms—well, it was inevitable with how much Katsuki liked to fuck him. They just got a head start on starting their family.
After taking a moment to look at them, Izuku realized these were probably some of Katsuki’s classmates, the ones that he insisted were ‘idiots’. He’d extracted enough information out of him to probably guess their names.
“You are?” Kaminari said, looking confused. “You look pretty different.”
“You must be looking for Kacchan,” Izuku said. He readjusted the blond, wispy haired baby that squirmed in his arm as she kept trying to tug at his hair.
“Kacchan?” Ashido repeated questioningly.
“K-Katsuki, sorry,” Izuku laughed embarrassedly. He turned back around toward the inside of the house and shouted for his mate. “Kacchan!”
A few moments later, Katsuki came down the stairs, wearing a t-shirt that showed off his arms. He looked surprised when he saw who was standing on their doorstep.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Katsuki asked annoyedly as he sidled up next to Izuku.
Izuku instantly felt at ease with Katsuki so close. The smell of caramel and smoke washed over him, and he undoubtedly knew he was safe.
“We came to see you!” Ashido said excitedly.
“Yeah, you always say you’re busy after school,” Sero said.
“I am busy,” Katsuki said, looking pissed off.
“C’mon, Bakugou,” Kirishima practically whined. “We just wanna hang out!”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki said. By the way he clenched his jaw, he was getting angrier by the second. “I said I’m busy and I am.”
Katsuki always made sure to come home right after school ended so he could spend as much time with their little family as possible. It made Izuku happy, especially since he didn’t get to see him as much since beginning high school.
“You’re not even doing anything,” one of them said, and they all nodded in agreement.
“I have a family,” Katsuki grit out. “Maybe you should pay attention to your own before bothering me.”
“What, like your parents?” Kaminari said jokingly. “They’re probably not even here!”
Katsuki didn’t respond. He stared them down silently, and Izuku could tell by the way they shivered, they could sense his rage.
“Kacchan,” Izuku said, tugging on his sleeve. “Maybe you should just—”
“Nah,” Katsuki said. He looked down at Izuku and their beautiful daughter with a soft smile, the one that made his heart race. “I don’t think I fuckin’ will.”
Katsuki looked back at his classmates and pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing the healed bite mark on his neck. He smirked, undeniably proud that he and Izuku were mates.
They gasped, looks of surprise on all their faces. “No way!”
“Y-You’re mated?” Kirishima asked, looking more taken aback than the rest of them.
Izuku blushed at how happily Katsuki showed off his mating bite. He also felt a little smug seeing how Kirishima looked so crestfallen. Izuku was a jealous person when it came to his alpha.
“To who?” Kirishima asked. “Was it an accident? Because objectively, you’re pretty young to—”
“Oh, it was intentional,” Katsuki said, looking at him sharply.
“To who, Blasty?” Ashido asked, shaking her fists up and down. “I gotta know!”
Katsuki looked down at Izuku and leaned in to press their lips together, in the sweet way he adored. They probably should’ve kept it chaste, but Katsuki never did anything half-heartedly.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whined when they pulled apart. His face was flushed in embarrassment and he clung to Katsuki’s side. “You’re so embarrassing.”
Their daughter babbled happily and reached up for Katsuki, who gladly took her into his arms. In Izuku’s opinion, there wasn’t a better sight in the world. He honestly didn’t think anyone could possibly be more amazing than his mate and their pup.
Ashido squealed at the sight and nearly bounced up and down in what looked like pure excitement. “Oh my god, you guys are so adorable!”
“Woah, you’ve got a pup?” Kaminari asked with an air of amazement. “She’s totally going to get your scowl when she grows up, I can see the wrinkles already!”
Katsuki huffed, but Izuku could tell he was amused. She really did look like him when she was angry.
“Nice, Bakugou,” Sero said, seeming impressed. “You’re doing well for yourself, huh?”
Katsuki preened and pressed a kiss to Izuku’s head, making him smile. “Fuck yeah, I am.”