#aged up bakudeku

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku ft. Midoriya-Sensei

Some include the new hero suit

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Midoriya-sensei's boyfriend by @silverynight

Summary: "Midoriya-sensei?"

"Yes?"

"Is pro hero Dynamight your boyfriend?"

Izuku wishes he didn't blush that often because it makes it look like he's lying. He gets those questions a lot, but hasn't gotten used to them.

"No."

"Are you dating a pro hero?"

"No."

"Is he your husband then?"

"No." Izuku holds himself back from covering his red face with both arms like he did in high-school when he was too flustered. "Ka–I mean, Dynamight-san and I are friends. There's nothing else to it."

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Eight years and counting by @silverynight

Summary: "For young Midoriya?"

All Might already knows it's for Izuku, but the question is not exactly about that and Katsuki is perfectly aware of it; he can see it in the soft smile of Izuku's mentor, he can see it in the way his blue eyes shine with knowledge.

Katsuki blushes, but he doesn't look away from the former symbol of peace. He's not that middle schooler hot-heated kid anymore. He's done hiding his feelings behind anger and he's not ashamed about what he feels for Izuku. He's pretty sure All Might knows about that, he's probably waiting for a confirmation.

Katsuki nods, blush spreading down his neck.

"It'll take years to make something like that."

"I'm aware."

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

how i long for our trysts by nikkiRA

Summary: Most nights the only thing he has the energy for is crawling into bed beside Izuku and falling immediately to sleep. It’s why they’re taking such a risk and doing this here.

That and because it’s hot. Sneaking away to fuck like they were teenagers again. That and Izuku’s suit. Katsuki has a Thing for Izuku’s suit, how nicely it contours to his body, how strong he looks in it. Anytime Izuku got dressed up, all Katsuki could focus on was how much he wanted to undress him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

all my emotions feel like explosions (when you are around) by tiffaniesblews

Summary: He really could not think of a time in his life that didn’t include Midoriya Izuku.

OR: Bakugou pines for 4200 words.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

see you at home by marsbarrss

Summary: “Deku, you dumbass, you forgot your lunch again,” he grumbles, pushing the wrapped lunch box into his hands. The floral print flashes up at him.

“Ah, Kacchan, you don’t have to make me lunch, seriously!” Izuku flounders, but he accepts the offering anyway. He sort of has to, or else Katsuki will flip his shit. “I can just eat at home…”

The class immediately erupts in chatter, jumping to question both men about their relationship.

Five times Katsuki disrupted Izuku at work, and one time Izuku disrupts Katsuki at work.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

have you heard about the rumors? by DetectiveKirigiri

Summary: Everyone assumes pro hero Dynamight and infamous UA-teacher-slash-pro-hero Deku have been together for the longest time, but the thing is, they aren’t even dating, and Katsuki hasn’t even grown the balls to confess yet.

So what do their ever supportive and encouraging classmates do? Help Katsuki plan out the perfect confession to Izuku.

The only problem? So many rumors are starting to spread all at once. Also, they barely have any free time, and Izuku has papers to grade.

WIP | 14/? Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

love is a gentle thing by tenthuser

Summary: Izuku takes pride in knowing Kacchan better than anyone else, but as they grow older, he realizes there are still things left to learn.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Happy with that? by polkahdotti

Summary: The first issue was that he and Midoriya hadn’t spoken in seven years, and likely the stupid brat didn’t even want to be a hero anymore, and had completely moved on from Bakugou for good.

The second issue was that the suit was nearly finished.

And Midoriya didn’t know a damn thing about it.

— — —

Or: Bakugou manages to be a pining loser and oblivious about his own feelings and Midoriya isn't much help. They'll figure it out.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

wreck my plans (that's my man) by Icantthinkofagoodusername7

Summary: One of the students raises her hand and upon being called on asks, “Dynamight, sir? Is Mr. Midoriya your husband? Your rings match,” She points toward the chain around his neck.

With that assumption, the other students also start to whisper about how right this student likely is.

”Wait, that’s so right. Plus they seem so close, Dynamight’s always hanging around here.”

”Oh also a couple weeks ago when Yui, Haruko, Mizuko, and I came here for lunch, Mr. Midoriya was on the phone with his husband and called him Kacchan, which could be a play off of Dynamight’s given name.”

“Oh my gosh that’s so cute, y’know if they aren’t married I wanna figure out who goes by Kacchan, that’s so cute.”

”Also, remember when Dynamight showed up like a month ago or something and then after he left, Mr. Midoriya was wearing his wedding rings?”

”I’m just seeing evidence after evidence.”

*

OR 5 times Midoriya and Bakugou nearly reveal their relationship to Midoriya’s students + the 1 time they actually do

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Recharge by @silverynight

Summary: "Your childhood friend is taking too many extra shifts; he'll pass out soon at this rate."

Aizawa does that a lot lately; he casually walks into Izuku's classroom or his office, only to drop random information about Katsuki. It's usually something Aizawa disapproves of.

Izuku sighs, looking up at the window from all the essays he has to grade. Lately, Katsuki is making him worry too much.

The funny thing is that Aizawa believes he has some secret power to make pro hero Katsuki stop or change his mind; sure, they're friends, and he often listens to Izuku (yes, he also pays him a lot of visits) but it's not like the young teacher can work miracles.

***

A glimpse into their lives during those eight years.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

"Midoriya Izuku to the help center (your students are looking for you)" by Gyrotoes

Summary: Izuku Midoriya and Bakugo Katsuki and their cycle of behavior on field trips.

— — —

or Deku and Bakugo goofing off on a field trip when they're supposed to be in charge of 20 teenagers

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

You Gave Me Purpose, Kacchan by wowschreave

Summary: UA Teacher Izuku x Pro Hero Katsuki; basically a fic about the eight-year gap!

This is a journey about two heroes as they navigate their paths post-war and fall in love.

Complete | 22 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

Oblivious heart by @silverynight

Summary: "You're amazing!" The young man says after a while; listing all the things he likes about Izuku the most, his courage, his determination and his selflessness until he makes the teacher blush to the tip of his ears. "Can I get you something? A coffee? Something to eat? Maybe we can go somewhere else–"

Katsuki, who just got back with their food, places Izuku's latte and the croissant in front of him, as well as his own breakfast on the table. He sits quite aggressively next to the teacher and puts an arm around his shoulders.

"Who the fuck are you?" He hisses, clearly irritated at the fan still standing next to their table.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Busy by annasmith80

Summary: Izuku can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. His best friend has been distant lately, and no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t figure out why. Did he do something wrong? Is Bakugo mad at him? Did Bakugo get bored of him? All he knows is that Bakugo was suddenly busy and he won't tell him why.

Meanwhile, Bakugo is determined to do anything it takes to make Izuku happy. And what he thinks will make Izuku the happiest is the chance to be a hero again. So, he sets out to make that happen—no matter the cost.

Bakugo decides to fund a project to create a custom power suit for Izuku, but the expenses quickly spiral out of control. To make ends meet, Bakugo takes on a series of odd jobs on top of his pro-hero work: spinning signs on street corners, valet driving, appearing on a bizarre game show, and even modeling. It’s humiliating, exhausting, and leaves him busier than ever, but he’ll do whatever it takes to make Izuku happy.

Complete | 22 Chapters

[bruciemilf]

Kaminari: You know what, I’m so tired of you acting tough all the time.

Bakugou: ACT tough? I AM tough, you fucking 1 star, bad bleach job, pikachu ken doll,—

Izuku, holding a super limited edition All Might figure, covering that mf in kisses: Kacchan, you got it for me?! That’s so sweet of you!

Bakugou, combusting on the spot: whatever

[seagreenstardust]

Just felt like I needed to freak out a little bit about how Katsuki had the All Might card physically on him when he died. Not tucked away somewhere safe, not in a locker or in a card binder, actually physically with him as he fought Shigaraki

Because for all the grief he gives Izuku about sentimentality, keeping a card on him that specifically ties him to Izuku is about as sentimental as it is possible for a person to be

[hamable]

He might as well have said I’m Kacchan “Sugoi” Midoriya bitch and you will refer to me as such that’s right I’m marrying him now you fucking asshole

[love-me-satoru]

Wanna be used in front of Izuku to have his pretty green eyes staring me down while I get dicked down by Katsuki. Not allowed to have any sort of pleasure Watching his aching cock leaking through his boxers.

"Please mommy" he whimpers

You smirked "No Sir"

[redfoxfern]

Bakudeku self promotion, read it and weep (tears of joy) babes :’) Aged up characters/future fic

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hatsume Mei, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Tokoyami Fumikage, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Future Fic, Eventual Smut, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Idiots in Love, idiots to lovers, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, alternating pov, everyone has quirks, Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Getting Together, they're oblivious your honor, bakudeku, Masturbation, Like a lot of sweating but it's sexy, Earrings, Grinding, Recreational Drug Use, Drinking, Sexting, First Dates, Being Really Bad at Mini-Golf, Seven Minutes In Heaven Game, LMAO, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Couch Cuddles, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Fingerfucking, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Quirk Use During Sex (My Hero Academia), Being so In Love, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Dekusquad (My Hero Academia) Summary:

They’re quiet for a minute, and when he looks up, Deku is watching him. Katsuki swallows, forcing it down, for fuck’s sake. Now’s not the time, it’s never the goddamn time. There will never be a time. Even if Deku’s eyes are so, so green.

“Still sky-high on morphine?” He teases. “You’re like a space case.”

Deku laughs a little, and Katsuki begrudgingly aches at how much he missed it.

“I am grateful, Kacchan. Thanks for saving me...Like you always do.”

Katsuki’s hand twitches on the cup. He bites his tongue, holds it an extra second before something stupid bubbles out uncontrollably. Staring at these four walls for days, mostly alone with Deku, has made him weird, sort of sappy, undeniably weaker. Not physically, but metaphorically. Like, in the knees or something.

He can’t imagine more of this. He has to be fucking careful. He draws a wobbly line in the sand and tells himself not to cross it.

“That’s right.” He digs into his pocket to pull out his phone for a distraction. He can feel Deku’s eyes on him, still, probably paired with a mushy, ridiculous smile. “Gonna start charging you for it.”

[kitsunevania13]

WIP and doodle of the boyz being cute

[impishlyjynxed]

My Protect My Omega

MHA Omegaverse, Canon, & Age-Up AU

Izuku & Katsuki © Kōhei Horikoshi

Artist © ImpishlyJynxed (Me)

[ladymiria]

Simple and cute things for two simple very cute people

[red-sneakers]

Subtle costume updates anyone?

[funkyhanji]

In Our Flesh, In Our Blood [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Mitsuki Pairing(s): Bakudeku/KatsuDeku/IzuKatsu Rating: E Word count: 3,578 CWs: Fantasy, Omega Verse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha Midoriya Izuku, Age Difference, Dubious Consent, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Pet Play, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Barebacking, Begging, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Power Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Dominant Bakugou Katsuki, Submissive Midoriya Izuku, some internalized issues about being an Omega, Scent Kink, Shota, intersex omega, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - Estrus is such an annoying biological phenomena for Katsuki. He wishes he could do without it, though he knows it's part of being a healthy Omega. He doesn't mind sex, on the contrary; what he despises is the frankly ridiculous amount of slick he produces and how hot he gets. Oh, and the Alpha which are sent to his room during his monthly cycle. -

Sweat runs down Katsuki's body, collecting in every dip and crease; small pools of mouth-watering sweetness glistening on his alabaster skin. It's brought forth by the fire crackling inside the twin marble hearths, strategically placed at opposite sides of the spacious room — their warmth vital in keeping the still-present winter chill from crawling in past the thick stone walls —, as well as by his current physical state.

«… Fuck...»

The expletive leaves him in a hoarse exhale, one of many he's said in the past few hours, or days, really. Estrus is such an annoying biological phenomena for Katsuki. He wishes he could do without it, though he knows it's part of being a healthy Omega. He doesn't mind sex, on the contrary; what he despises is the frankly ridiculous amount of slick he produces and how hot he gets. Oh, and the Alpha which are sent to his room during his monthly cycle.

Month after month, since his first Heat at the age of twelve, he's visited by Alpha males or females or something in between. They would approach him in his own private space during a delicate time, hoping to help him through it or trying to force themselves on him. All of them candidates chosen by Katsuki's parents — the King and Queen —, who are adamant he gives the throne an heir before he's given the crown. Of pure royal blood or not didn't seem to matter.

Katsuki rejected all of them.

He would rather deal with his Estrus on his own, than give up control over his own body to some entitled Alpha who thinks they can mate and claim him.

«Shit… nnh…!»

That's exactly why he's presently drenched in sweat and slick, kneeling on his luxurious bed of soaked linens and furs, as he slowly gyrates his hips on a custom-made fake cock. It's the second wave of need of the day, on the third day of his new cycle. The remains of a late breakfast are forgotten on the round table nearest to the heath next to the bedroom's door, the servants wisely postponing its retrieval for their own sake. This is the point of his Estrus in which he begins to get impatient, explosive, territorial; the point in which it's dangerous to barge in his room uninvited or unannounced. Everyone in the castle knows, some have heeded the warnings while some have learned first-hand, the hard way.

«Ah…!»

Katsuki runs his hands through his hair — wild, spiky, ash-blond —, pulling on it, humming in approval at the tiny sparks of pleasure feeding off his craving. His hands sliding down his neck; he circles the protrusions there, his scent glands hot to the touch and pumping out oil which mixes with his sweat. Digging his nails in them makes him moan, makes his cock throb and his cunt tighten up around the toy he's fucking himself onto. It feels great. It doesn't matter if Katsuki's friends keep telling him how an Alpha biting a main gland is guaranteed to be the best orgasmic experience for an Omega in Heat.

It's the height of bliss.

He knows that. He's also aware of how such an act involves claiming, however temporary, and Katsuki is not about that.

«KATSUKI! What the fuck you think you're doing?!»

The richly-carved double doors dividing his inner bedroom from the anteroom slam open, the heavy wood cracking against the stone wall with a thunderous noise.

Appearing in the threshold is none other than Bakugou Mitsuki, the Queen and Katsuki's mother — one of the only two people who would dare barge in on him at this time; the other being his father the King —. Her bright red, fur-lined cloak whisks about her back in her brisk walk and abrupt halt. Her long, blonde hair inelegantly sticks out of what had been an artfully-made braid. Her crimson eyes are incandescent coals of fury.

«What d'ya think 'm doin', hah?» Katsuki responds brazenly, unaffected by the sudden presence as well as the accusation. He sounds barely winded despite being at the height of his Estrus.

His mother is also uncaring of his state, too used to see him naked, flushed and dripping. She snarls his way, plump lips pulling back to show her teeth. «Why was your pet outside your quarters?!» she demands. «And in this state! He's in Rut!»

She yanks on a chain with a sharp tug of her wrist, hauling a lump of dead-weight forward to crumple on the floor at her feet. The heap of shivering flesh is whimpering, barely able to lift his head from the polished stone to fix glassy green eyes at Katsuki.

«M-Master...» he whines, scrambling to kneel and bow, his forehead touching the floor. «I-I-I'm s-sorry…! Please—» he chokes on a sob but doesn't try to continue talking.

«You have some nerve, Deku...» Katsuki says, not bothering to stop his ministrations nor outright acknowledge his mother. «You know you deserved it.» His own crimson eyes flash dangerously, fixed on the shivering form asking for forgiveness.

His thighs and hips continue to work him over his toy tirelessly, teasing himself, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. He changes angle, just a tiny bit, enough for his inner sweet spot to feel some much needed friction. His hands don't still either, rather they roam his toned body, damp with sweat and smelling of delicious caramel. He gives a couple of lazy strokes to his flushed cock, the precum joining the mess of fluids pooling in the furs under him. He moans out a curse, unrestrained.

Deku flinches, noisily inhales his scent, which permeates every corner of the room, shudders.

Katsuki smirks, cruel.

The Queen clicks her tongue, irritated. «Whatever, I don't care what you do with him, but don't leave him out unchecked,» she says turning on her heel. «And don't waste a Rut, you're an Omega, Katsuki, you need an heir.»

«No, you need one, old hag.» Katsuki barks out a laugh when Mitsuki pauses mid step at the remark, but doesn't deny the statement before stalking off in a flurry of rich fabrics and bitterness.

His mother gone, he's left alone with Deku.

The 'pet' is a slave boy eight winters younger than him; the Queen had bought him for Katsuki after his last… mishap — if the severing of an unwanted, knot-ready cock via very sharp teeth and the consequent death of such cock-owner can be called a mishap — with a previous royal-born Alpha. It wasn't a reward, more of a last-ditch effort in trying to make him bear a child to continue the Bakugou line.

( «If you refuse to submit and mate with anyone of our choosing, then fine,» Mitsuki had said, an aura of tired anger about her as she sat on her throne. «Take this slave and train him to your liking.» )

Katsuki now stares at Deku. The slave's still curled up on the floor and careful not to lift his eyes, though all his other senses are clearly attuned to Katsuki's cycle. There's an obvious flush spreading along his upper body and beads of sweat catching the flickering light from the hearth closest to him. The boy's huffing is loud, no doubt he's breathing in Katsuki's pheromones through parted lips; his sniveling is equally as loud but Katsuki quite likes the sound of it. The looks of it.

«Look at me, Deku,» Katsuki orders. He stills his hips, groaning at the satisfying feeling of being full at his own conditions even if it meant enduring the annoyance of his Estrus on his own.

Deku's watery eyes snap up, dilated pupils growing to further eat away at verdant green as he's given permission to bask in the sight of his Master's nudity and enticing appearance. «M… Master...» he whines.

Katsuki smirks, pride and ego singing in his veins at the venerated look. Yes, you know your place. You're mine. «Did you learn your lesson, you filthy mutt?» He growls, so unlike a common Omega. «Next time you try to fuck me, I'll wring your neck.»

Deku cowers back and Katsuki thinks if the tail stuck up his ass was real, it'd be curved between his legs in fear — the image alone sends a thrill along Katsuki's spine nonetheless —. The boy nods, words lost in his dread of further reproach. Despite it, he's still abundantly erect; his cock an angry red verging on purple, precum leaking down the length the same as Deku's tears do down his freckled, blushing face.

How cute, Katsuki purrs at such a delicious picture; his pussy and cock both delight in it. He unconsciously grinds down on the fake knotted length; it's doused in his juices and just this side of not quite enough, not when he has his own — trained, however at times misbehaving — living, breathing plaything standing at the ready a few steps away.

«Come here, mongrel,» Katsuki says. One hand abandoning the teasing of a puffy, dark pink nipple to beckon Deku forward.

Deku crawls forward on all fours. His youthful cock hanging between his legs, heavy and oozing and restricted by a handcrafted dark-green leather band engraved by magic symbols sealed around it. The boy chokes on a sob as it sways with each movement. He halts, limbs shaking, hips lowering to brush the lush carpet in search of quick, momentary relief.

He freezes when Katsuki snarls in a warning to cut it out.

Katsuki bets it hurts, after two days of being denied the bliss of cumming, during a Rut and in the vicinity of an Omega in Heat above all. He licks his lips, more turned on by the minute, his burnt-sugar scent thickening until it overpowers Deku's peppermint-musk one. He looks down upon the Alpha boy's pathetic figure. The slave has crossed the distance; he's now kneeling next to the large bed and wordlessly handing Katsuki the chain connected to the collar around his throat.

«Good puppy.» Katsuki is magnanimous enough to praise him. He takes the chain and gives it a firm tug, smirking when Deku yelps and tumbles forward. «Say, Deku, are you sure you learned the lesson, mh?» He asks, a cutting edge to his voice; a threat hiding behind his smile.

Deku whimpers, but faces him head on. «Y-yes Mas-Master… I'm sorry, I, I won't d-do it again… please-» his big green eyes stare up at Katsuki, his hands fisting the furs to keep them from visibly trembling- «forgive me! P-please let me hel— l-let me be of use to you, Master!»

Katsuki raises an eyebrow at the choice of words. Smart boy, he thinks, keeping a careful handle on his mask of indifference. «We'll see about that.»

Katsuki raises on his hunches, the hand not holding Deku's leash gingerly slips the leather toy out of his dripping cunt. He sits down among the wet furs. He sighs at the emptiness and his walls clench on nothing, but it's fine, he can wait awhile; the thought of playing with his pet will entertain him until he couldn't wait anymore. He dangles the fake cock in Deku's face. Katsuki openly laughs at him when he flushes a darker pink, his eyes going hazy and his tongue lolling out like a actual dog at the strong smell of Katsuki's slick, his Estrus pheromones.

«Yeah, ya like that, huh Deku?» Katsuki mocks him. He distends one leg toward Deku, sensually curling the heel of his foot behind the slave's nape; he draws him close to his throbbing groin. «My scent.»

The prize any notable Alpha in this corner of the continent dreams of having for themselves.

He is of royal standing. Young, unblemished, fertile, primed to be bred.

Yet this pitiful and somewhat plain-looking boy is one of the three people who's ever been allowed so close to his womb. One of the three people whose seed has ever been welcomed in the innermost part of Katsuki's body. Katsuki rejoys in knowing that; in the wonderful sense of retribution.

«Yes...» Deku mewls, neck straining to get closer to Katsuki's wet center. Mouth parted, tongue out, huffing against the tantalizing plump folds. «Master's… scent…! Omega.»

Katsuki hums, a shiver running up his nerves as he feels the breath fan over him. He pulls on the chain linked to Deku's collar — a lovely piece of work, really. Top quality leather of a beautiful dark green, to match the boy's cock band, and white; four decorated silver hoops and a ring at the front where the chain is latched; small rubies studded all around —, taking the boy by surprise when his nose ends up smacking against the base of Katsuki's cock and his mouth right against his swollen clit.

Deku moans, wanton and overwhelmed by the closeness to the bitter-sweet smell of his owner.

«Suck,  ya dirty mutt.» Katsuki's order hardly leaves his mouth before Deku's following through with it.

The boy's tongue is on him in an instant, swiping at his pussy from bottom to top, licking up his juices and visibly shuddering in pleasure at the taste — the first he's had in weeks —. He pauses for only a moment to savor it, then he gets to work in earnest. Deku's lips and tongue trace his folds, sucking on them and lightly brushing them with his teeth, so well trained on what his Master likes.

«Fuck! Yeah, Deku!» Katsuki rewards him with a loud groan, head thrown back.

He yanks on the chain still in his hand, legs spreading more as he pushes his hips forward to smother the Alpha slave with his cunt. Deku whines into him, lips enveloping Katsuki's sensitive clit; he flicks it, grinds the tip of his tongue to it just right to make Katsuki's legs twitch and come to wrap around his neck. He feels small hands rest low on his thighs, thumbs gently caressing and kneading his skin, smearing his slick and inching closer to its source.

«Damn— ah!— it…! Yeah, yeah there!» Katsuki moans. Deku's mouth moves lower, tongue slipping inside Katsuki's sopping wet pussy, folds pulled apart with aide from his fingers. «Shit!»

Deku responds in kind, keening in hunger, vibrations from his sounds sending jolts of pleasure up Katsuki's spine. His nether regions both throbbing, yearning in need for more. The fever from his Estrus has reached mind-numbing heights; a part of his brain wants him to beg to be filled, so bad tears build up in the corners of his crimson eyes. He growls, pushing back the weak Omega voice in him and tensing.

«Off,» Katsuki rasps Deku's way, rage turning his voice to gravel. The boy doesn't seem to hear him through his Rut-addled mind and it serves to anger him further. «I said OFF!»

Katsuki snarls, wrenching Deku away from his groin and hauling him on the bed with a powerful tug, uncaring of the boy's pained cry. He settles over the back of Deku's legs and pulls on the chain, the slave's flushed upper body lifts from the slick-soaked furs.

«So… sor… ry, Mas-Master…!» Deku wheezes, scrambling to use his arms to ease the pressure on his windpipe. «I-I'm s-sorry! Please!»

Katsuki's panting hard, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he stares wildly at the Alpha below him. Yes, that's how it should be, he thinks, a sharp grin slashing across his mouth, menacing and cruel. «Present,» he orders.

«I— w-what…?»

«You want me to snap your pathetic neck, slave?»

Deku gasps, shaking and trying to twist around to look at Katsuki. «No, no! Please, I'm sorry!»

«Then Present-» Katsuki pulls on the leash, the collar tightening- «Alpha.» There's clear mocking in his tone as he weaves his free hand into the soft, green fur of the plug stuffed in Deku's ass.

The boy's momentary silence is interrupted by his struggle to breathe. «Y… yes, Master...» he says at last, knowing he doesn't really have another choice.

Katsuki relents his hold and raises on his knees to allow Deku to move into position. He keeps his stare fixed on his personal pet; he privately admires the sensual curve of Deku's spine, his chest down and face buried amidst the bedding smelling of Omega in Heat, his ass in the air with his fake tail quivering and hanging between his legs.

Katsuki licks his lips, pleased at the sight.

He takes the plug out of the boy's hole, humming at how puffy and used it looks already, ready to be pounded by an Omega's cock. Katsuki curls his hand around his own rock hard one, strokes himself slow, dips down to his gushing cunt to gather liberal amounts of slick with which he lubricates the length.

«Say it,» he growls low, cock teasingly circling Deku's asshole and smearing fluids over it.

Deku sniffles into the furs. «Mas… Master, pl-please… fu-fuck me…!»

«Again.»

«Please, Mast-Master! Please, please fuck me!» Deku pleads, voice nasal and muffled.

«Mmh, that's better. There's my baby bitch,» Katsuki laughs.

He doesn't give Deku a chance to utter anything else. Katsuki's rearing his hips back and mounting the boy immediately after; he slams into Deku's hole with no care about tenderness or preparation, only the wetness from his slick and precum and the stretch provided by the plug prevent either of their flesh to tear and bleed. Deku screams anyway, fists clutching the bed but staying put nonetheless — as per his training —. Katsuki's cock rams in and out of the Alpha slave's hole in harsh snapping of hips and nails digging into scarred skin. He hovers over Deku's arched body; his strong scent of burned sugar overshadows the peppermint-musk, his weight keeps Deku firmly into position.

Katsuki mutters degrading insults and mocking sweet nothings into Deku's blushing ears, voice gravelly and rough.

«How d'ya like it… being fucked by an Omega, huh?» he says, teeth skimming Deku's nape just below the collar. «I'll breed ya— nggh!— why don't ya give me pups mh? You're my dog after all…!»

«Please! Aaah!» Deku mewls and cries. «No I— I can't, I— gghaah!— Mas-Master…! Please!» Tries to shake his head, to say he can't be impregnated since he's an Alpha, yet he rocks back onto Katsuki's length with as much vigor and need as Katsuki while he fucks into him.

«Gonna... fill you up Deku! Fuck, fuck—» Katsuki straightens up to grip Deku's sides in a vice, hips smacking loud and wet at a quicker pace, getting closer to release. «Fuuuck! Nnngh!!» His cock throbs as he empties inside the boy's ass; his pussy clenches on nothing.

Deku weeps and moans into the bedding, his whole body wrecked with tremors. Katsuki knows how desperate he must be, how miserable. He pulls out of the boy after regaining his breath — no knot to worry about, after all —, toying with the cum oozing out of Deku's hole, pushing in back in with his fingers. He grins darkly, locating the Alpha's sweet spot and tormenting it with the pads of his fore- and middle fingers.

He laughs when Deku wails.

Shifting on the bed, Katsuki gets off of the boy to kick him on his back and sit on his trembling thighs. He looks down at the slobbering, messy, flushed face; eyes puffy, teary and red-rimmed; scarred hands grasping at his decorated collar. He looks down at the dangerously engorged cock, he raises an eyebrow at the dark color.

«D'you wanna cum, Deku? Mmh?» he taunts. «I know it hurts… doesn't it?»

Deku nods furiously, so wrung out he can't even form proper words. «… -ease! I beg… y-you Mas'er…! Pl… se… plea… se!»

Katsuki pretends to consider it, shuffling forward until he's rubbing his obscenely dripping pussy over Deku's cock, teasing his clit and his hole with the leaking tip. The Alpha below him screams a broken sob, his hips futilely thrusting upward.

«Please! Ple...ase…! Oh, I— I'm begging, ple-please!! Master…! Lemme c-cum!! Pleasepleaseplease!!»

«You beg so nicely, Deku,» Katsuki praises at last, a light caress over the boy's bitten-raw lips and warm, freckled cheek.

Still hovering over Deku's length, he reaches backward, fingers brushing the magic-infused lock of the leather band at the base. He channels a tiny amount of power into it at the same time as he lowers himself onto Deku's cock.

A load of cum is immediately released inside Katsuki along with an animalistic howl, Deku's eyes rolling back into his skull.

Katsuki moans, undeterred by the feeling of cum escaping. He bounces and grinds on Deku's length, still rock hard and shooting rope after rope of seed inside him. The young Alpha's knot is swollen, taunting Katsuki's rim; as always, some part of him refuses to let it in, to let it seal them together.

«Shit! Shit, fu-fuck…!» he curses, too hot, too turned on and too far along in his cycle for this bullshit. «Aah, damn it!»

Katsuki scrambles to yank Deku up to a sitting position using the chain. He pops the collar open, letting it fall between their bodies; his eyes fall to the claiming bites on Deku's glands. Mark. Mark him again. He's yours. He sinks down fully on the knot at the same time as his teeth pierce Deku's right gland, tasting blood and smelling a fresh wave of peppermint-musk.

They both groan and whine, finally locked together as one after days of mutual torture. The unbearable fever inside Katsuki quells, even as his cunt is pumped full of cum.

Katsuki thinks he wouldn't even mind if he got pregnant this time.

[9r7g5h]

Omegas Are Doing It For Themselves

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia 

Rating: E

Genre: Omegaverse Smut

Summary: Izuku doesn't need some random alpha to make a den for him. He has a good enough job to buy his own house, buy his own furniture, and make his own nest inside his den, thank you very much. But damn it if his neighbor wasn't hot enough to consider inviting inside.

Words: 6,835

Izuku had known, the moment he walked into the townhouse, that it had to be his.

While the desire to buy something for himself had been a whim, a thought that had fluttered past his mind while trying to find a place for his newest figurine in his too small apartment, the research hadn't been. The strange working hours so he could go on walk throughs and tours with his realtor hadn't been. The working and reworking of his budget a dozen times to make sure he could afford the mortgage he had gotten pre-approved for hadn't been. And while many times he had wondered if following the whim was a good idea or not, the moment he had walked into that townhouse, he had known.

Screw what everyone else said - it didn't matter that he was single, that the mortgage alone would take up half his salary and he'd have to rely more on his side gig than he would like, that very few young omegas his age bought a house for themselves without anyone's help. This place, this cute little townhouse, was his.

He didn't need some knothead alpha to make him a den to nest in. He could make his own den for his own nest, and anyone who didn't like it could fight him.

He was tired of living cramped in that tiny studio that also took up almost half his pay, even if it was closer to work. Tired of no walls, his bed, nest, and table all being the same thing (and sleeping and trying to have a heat in crumbs was disgusting). Tired of his home feeling cramped with two people sitting down inside of it, tired of the shitty landlords and inconsiderate neighbors, just tired. He didn’t need a mansion, didn’t need acres of land that he had to keep up with; he just wanted a room for his bed, space for his nest, somewhere to put his merch collection, and a place to put a damn table.

But in that townhouse, that wonderful townhouse, he could host. He even had some of his friends come with him to pick up the walkthrough paperwork, watching as they comfortably spread out between the living room and kitchen to peek at his potential new home. That had been the deciding factor.

So despite the anxiety and the wonders if it was a good idea and the fact that he had to drain his savings to make even the smallest down payment, at twenty-six Izuku Midoriya became a homeowner of his own little townhouse. His own little den.

And it was just as perfect as he had imagined that first time he had walked in.

Well. Mostly.

It wasn't the house, no. The house itself was perfect - one room turned into an office so he could work from home, a guest room so his mom and friends could stay, his bedroom soft and warm and dark with blackout curtains. Enough room to actually display his collection. Couches and pillows and blankets and a table. Even space for a hamster cage, one of the ones he had seen on Pinstagram, made from bookcases bolted onto a table to create a little rodent palace for the cute little fluff ball, more than enough room for it to live and him to not feel guilty leaving it alone for his quarterly heats. The house in and of itself was perfect.

No, what made things difficult was his neighbor.

In the apartment there had been a mutual understanding with his neighbors. They didn’t talk to each other outside of emergencies, handed over any mail that might have gotten mixed up without any complaints, and generally stayed out of each other’s business. Maybe a polite ‘How are you?’ if they were in the elevator together, candy for the kids at Halloween on a stepstool, a pat on the head for the dogs going out for their walks, but that was it. His only major interactions with them had been when they had all called the fire department together when one of the dumpsters had caught on fire, and that had only been to ask if anyone knew what the actual complex’s name was or to yell at the dumbass trying to throw his beer in.

Good, normal neighborly interactions.

But here?

Tenya and Ochako had reassured him that it was pretty normal that the HOA had shown up not too long after the three of them had pulled into the reserved spots for his home, the small truck with all his belongings paralleled parked to not block the road. The packet was small, thankfully - just shared dues for park upkeep, instructions on where to put trash and recycling, one of the least restrictive organizations he had found in his search. But what hadn’t been normal had been the woman turning straight towards Tenya, ignoring Izuku as if he didn’t exist as she fell over herself to greet the alpha and Ochako.

“You must be Mr. Midoriya, pleasure to meet you! And this must be Mrs. Midoriya. You two are such a cute couple, it warms my heart to see you joining our community! Though, I don’t think I remember seeing your name on the registration paperwork, Mrs. Midoriya?”

“That’s because there is no Mrs. Midoriya,” Izuku said with a smile, his tone that fake cheerful as his scent turned bitter. He hadn’t bothered with blocker patches, figuring he could start scenting his home as he went, though now he would have to open the windows. Izuku slid in between them, taking the hand that had been outstretched towards Tenya and shook it himself, ignoring the startled look on the woman’s face as he took the packet of paper with his other hand. “No other Mr. Midoriya either. Thank you so much for bringing this by. I’ll make sure to set up my automatic pay by the end of the week.”

Whether it was the smell, the slight hint of his fangs, or the unimpressed glares from his friends, the woman left fast, leaving the three of them annoyed but at least alone to continue unpacking.

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding," Ochako reassured him, pressing her wrist against his in a way that helped him relax, pack and friendship in his new den almost making him purr. "I'm sure it won't happen again."

Only it did. Again, and again, and again.

“Is it really that weird that a single omega is buying a house for themself,” Izuku asked as he flopped onto the floor in front of the couch, Tsu’s finger’s immediately starting to card through his curls in an attempt to tame them. She, Shinsho, and Todoroki had shown up later that afternoon, pizza and beer in tow as an apology for not being there sooner. Between the six of them they had managed to unload the truck and get most of the big items to their correct locations, but not without a lot of nosey neighbors stopping by to put their noses where they could get bitten off.

“So, when’s your alpha coming to join you?”

“You must be renting from the guy who just bought the place.”

“Did your parents buy it for you? They totally bought it for you.”

“So the six of you are all living together as a pack? That’s nice.”

“You know, my niece is looking for a place. You’re a single omega, you shouldn’t be living alone, and have all that space, and she’s a doctor, so you should rent out some of the rooms to her.”

It had been non-stop, and those had just been the ones Izuku himself had run into. He knew for a fact that the others had been questioned to a similar extent, and in the end he had had to take Tsu’s offered scent blocker patches. Now his house smelled like a lake during the summer - a nice smell, refreshing and familiar and calming, but not him. He loved his pack, but he would have to go out, buy neutralizers, and scrub everything before he could give it a proper scenting.

The worst of all, though, was his neighbor directly to the left. He’d been lucky to get the end unit, so he only had the one attached neighbor, but was at this moment wondering if this was, in fact, a good idea. There was no one on the other side but a patch of grass, no one who could possibly hear a ruckus if something happened...

Izuku shuddered as he remembered those red eyes, locked on the group the entire day, and made a mental note to have Mei come put in a security system. She’d done her own, knew all the ins and outs that were way better than the company ones, and while he doubted he’d need it, the extra level of security would do him some good.

“To be fair,” Shinsho pointed out, bringing Izuku back to the conversation he’d started, “it’s not like anyone our age ever expected to be able to buy a house, besides Credit Card here,” he paused throwing a pepperoni at Todoroki, “so you’re literally an outlier here. Plus, you have a baby face. Some of them probably thought you were some college kid.”

“It’s not that much of a baby face,” Izuku pouted, his tongue popping out as Ochako walked over from the kitchen just to poke his cheek. “Oh, like you can talk.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Ochako teased. “I embrace my roundness. No one would know I can flip them just by looking at these cute lil cheeks. Just like no one knows by looking at your face that they could bounce a book off your ass.”

“‘Chako!” A dirty napkin bounced off her side as she laughed, Izuku flushing as his so-called friends voiced their agreement. “Traitors, all of you. Get out of my den, none of you are allowed back.”

“Try not to take today’s events to heart, Izuku,” Tenya said seriously, ignoring the muttered demands. “I am sure this is just a misunderstanding that will be settled between you and your neighbors, and once it is settled you will greatly enjoy your time living here. You managed to accomplish something quite wonderful for yourself, and you should feel proud, even with the lackadaisical welcome. Now, let us forget this unpleasantness and cheer for our good friend’s new den!”

“Here here!”

*~*

Tenya was mostly right. By the time Izuku had gotten most things unpacked and at least put in the proper room, if not the proper spot, the neighborhood had adjusted to the single omega living among them. The kids and their dogs especially seemed to flock to him, entranced by the new person who was happy to throw their balls back to them and use a stick to fish them out of the decorative pond near the park. He occasionally got comments about setting him up with an alpha, but everyone at least seemed to accept that his house was his own.

His direct neighbor was still creepy as fuck though. Randomly throughout the day Izuku could feel him watching him whenever he went outside, his windows and blinds wide open, not even trying to hide his staring. He was scowling too, the furrows between his brows deep enough to collect water for a drought if he tilted his head back when it rained. From the smell that came out of the open windows, he was clearly an alpha, or at the very least a beta that packed with enough alphas that their scent clung to him.

A nice smell, Izuku would begrudgingly admit, the one time a breeze had blown it directly into his nose while he had been breaking down boxes to take to the dump. A smell he wouldn’t mind having around more often, if the carrier wasn’t so fucking creepy.

But whatever. Creepy neighbor aside, Tenya had been right, and once he had settled in, Izuku had loved it just as much as the first time he had seen it. And now it just needed the finishing touches.

Most of them were easy. Place the order, and the furniture companies he so carefully researched and staked out had it at his door just a few days later, some assembly required. But the hamster cage? The little hamster palace he had been dreaming of since college and he had found out they were a thing?

That he had to do on his own.

While bunnies had always been his favorite, Izuku knew he wasn’t suited to care for one, not just yet. He wanted a yard, somewhere to set up a pretty hutch for the rabbit to sleep in, more than enough room for the creature to roam in safety. While his home was perfect for him, he had long since accepted that it wasn’t for a rabbit, and so had moved on to his next favorite fuzzy little pet, one a bit more manageable when his heats took him out of commission for a few days each month. And damn it if he wasn’t going to be the best hamster dad in the damn world.

It took almost a week - a few days to hunt everything down and buy it, another few to build the beautiful monstrosity he was going to bold into his wall to ensure it wouldn’t fall over. But eventually it was done, done and everything he, if he was four ounces of fur, bones, and anxiety, could ever want. Now all he had to do was get the damn thing inside.

“The hell you doing, Deku? You’re going to hurt yourself trying to pick it up like that.”

At first Izuku had ignored the voice - clearly it wasn't talking to him, though so far he hadn’t met a Deku amongst his nosey neighbors. However, when a set of hands grabbed the other end of the cage and tugged, nearly pulling him off balance and onto his ass, he quickly had to reassess as he turned, teeth bared at the person trying to steal his creation. He’d worked hard on it, damn it, and he wasn’t going to let someone steal it from him!

His creepy neighbor just raised his hands, the pacifying gesture at odds with his own curled lips. This close it was clear he was, in fact, an alpha, the tantalizing smell Izuku had occasionally caught now filling his nose. Whether it was welcomed he wasn’t entirely sure, given the circumstances, but at least he knew. Knew and filed away for later, because the creepy neighbor was speaking again, and royally pissing Izuku off.

“You should wait until your alpha or pack can come and help you move this. It has to weigh a shit ton, you’ll hurt yourself otherwise. No-”

“Why,” Izuku interrupted him, seething at the continuous secondary sexism he’d experienced since moving in, “does everyone just assume I need an alpha? I can do this by myself, thank you very much, so if you could please move, I’d like to get inside before it gets cold.” Not that it was likely to get cold in the middle of summer, but still. He was pissed off, tired from having spent the day building in the sun, and just wanted to be done.

Instead, the man before him just tilted his head, a look on his face as he considered Izuku. “Glasses or Peppermint aren’t your alpha?”

“Tenya and Shoto?” Izuku clarified after a moment, the other man shrugging as if he neither knew nor cared about the names. “They’re pack, not my mates.”

“You don’t have a mate?”

For a long moment Izuku said nothing, just stood there staring at the alpha. He had crossed his arms, looked away, his scowl was once again deep and angry as he shifted from foot to foot, waiting for an answer - lightbulb! He wasn’t creepy (he was, he’d spent all this time just staring, but in hindsight now Izuku could see it was almost kind of cute), he was interested and shy. Izuku shook his head as he bit back his laughter. “No mate, though I’m not really looking for one at the moment. So if you could move, I need to get everything inside.” Same words as earlier, though a bit softer than before. Before his neighbor could try and interfere again, Izuku hoisted the cage up onto his shoulder, glad that even though he was short he was still stacked and strong, able to handle the weight on his shoulder with minimal struggling.

Though crap, he should have remembered to choose the other shoulder, the scar on his right arm screaming at him from the pressure. He was ok, it was just a few feet and he would be inside his home, his den. He was safe there, and could keep up appearances until then. Giving the man a pleasant smile, forcing his face to keep the expression, Izuku nodded as he turned away. “It was pleasant to meet you...”

“Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou.”

“Nice to meet you, Katsuki. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my den.”

He didn’t run from the alpha. He walked, quickly, so he could alleviate the pain that was threatening to bring tears to his eyes. Ignoring the pleased smirk on Katsuki’s face as he watched him go.

*~*

‘Shy,’ Izuku quickly learned, was the wrong word to have applied to Katsuki. While Tenya and Shoto could be aggressive in their own ways, protective if some asshole tried to step in on the pack when they were out having a good time, Katsuki seemed to always be aggressive and protective. Towards his house, towards the tiny garden he had set up on the border between their front doors, towards his own pack (a rowdy group that Izuku could occasionally hear through his living room wall). And, surprisingly, towards him.

If Katsuki wasn’t so fucking hot he would have already called the cops and gotten something on file. But damn if that man didn’t make his dick twitch and his ass slick, now that he had gotten a good look. Especially since he’d seemed to have taken Izuku’s “...I’m not really looking for one...” as a challenge. Logically he knew he should be concerned, he’d had one conversation and had shown he wasn’t interested, but-

“You’re a blanket whore,” Ochako said, her disapproving words losing their impact from her cozy nest. He could barely see her eyes from where she was cuddled, her purring deep and satisfied with the quality of nesting material Izuku had been given. “You haven’t even really talked to him yet and you’re letting him buy you with blankets.”

“I’ve talked to him,” Izuku protested from his own pile of fabric, S.A.M. cupped carefully in his hands. His thumb ran gently over the hamster’s back as he chewed on some treats, breaking apart the largest of the pieces to be stored in his cheek pouches before nibbling on the smaller ones. “I told him my name wasn’t Deku.”

“You sure? That’s all I heard your nerds yelling on move-in day. Either way, I like it. You’re Deku.”

“I told him I wasn’t comfortable eating anything he cooked for me yet.”

“‘Fraid I’d poison yah? Don’t worry, Deku. I won’t do anything to you you won’t like.”

“And that I’m allergic to most pollen.”

“Oh shit.” That had gotten an actual apology, the fresh bundle of flowers Katsuki had shown up at his door with quickly tossed like a football across the road. He’d actually looked upset, his normal cocky “So that’s how you want to play it” smirk from his other failed courting gifts gone, leaving Izuku feeling bad as he left. So, when he’d returned a few days later with a soft, beautiful blanket, Izuku couldn’t help but accept.

Every other day saw a new one, the blanket handed over with just a few words and a spike of pleased scent as it was accepted, leaving Izuku with a plethora of fabric.

He should be concerned, he knew that, but there was something sweet about his previously creepy neighbor. Sweet and hot and he just smelled good, and even if Izuku wasn't looking for an alpha, could have his own den and could make his own nest, that didn't necessarily mean he had to reject gifts from someone. Didn't mean he couldn't be attracted, couldn't look and appreciate and enjoy the attention, right?

Right.

Squirming out of his nest, Izuku carefully placed S.A.M. back into his cage, watching as his pet scampered off to add the treat to his food hoard, his golden tufts of fur disappearing under the bedding. Their pizza would be there any moment, and better to be ready than make the poor delivery person wait for him to fight off the blankets when they were already there. The last time he'd made the guy wait had almost resulted in a confrontation between the delivery guy and Katsuki, the alpha about ready to rip out the other man's throat for "being a fucking creep and standing around like a perv."

Pot meets kettle in a Wamino's uniform, but ok.

Though, as Izuku grabbed his wallet and neared the door, he paused at the sound of voices on the other side. Already sure he knew what he would find when he opened the door, Izuku forced away the smile that tried to tug at his lips and allowed the annoyance to cover his face instead. Because he was right; when he opened the door, Katsuki and the pizza guy were in some weird standoff, his and Ochako’s dinner caught up in the crossfire.

“Look, dude, I can’t just give you pizza that isn’t yours,” the delivery man, Dairoji, if Izuku read his name tag correctly, protested, even as he eyed the bills clutched angrily in Katsuki’s fist. “You’re his neighbor, sure, and you claim that you know the guy, but this could just be some ploy to get free shit and I’m not risking my job on that. So you can just back off.”

Oh, he liked the balls on this kid - it was clear he was a beta, the same one from last time if Izuku remembered correctly, but even his duller nose should have been able to pick up the scent of pissed off alpha over the smell of the pizza. Most people would have backed down, found a reason or a way to get out of there, but this kid was standing his ground even though Katsuki had at least half a head on him and a more than decent set of muscles. It was impressive.

But not impressive enough to distract Izuku from the fact that he was hungry.

“If you’re done pissing on my pizza, can I have it, please? Ochako and I are just getting to the good part of the movie.”

“Don’t forget S.A.M.,” Ochako yelled from inside the house, her head poking out from her nest. “He was enjoying those yogurt drops and the drama!”

While Dairoji had the good grace to look cowed being caught, Katsuki just huffed and crossed his arms, his glare never leaving the beta. “Tell this asshole to let me pay for it and then we’ll be all good, Deku. Until then, no.”

“Come on, man, you-”

“I already paid online.” To say Katsuki deflated would be an understatement. His arms dropped, his shoulders drooped, even his hair seemed a bit less spiky. The glare he turned on Izuku seemed almost offended, though his eyebrow raised at the sight of Izuku’s wallet in hand. “I still need to tip.”

Immediately Katsuki shoved a few bills at Dairoji, using his free hand to jerk the pizza free with a growl. To the kids' credit he finally walked away, muttering about "crazy ass possessive alphas," "aggressive courting," and "not getting paid enough for this shit." The moment he was in his car Katsuki relaxed, turning back towards Izuku with his cocksure grin, as if nothing had just happened. He held out the food, puffed up and proud, looking like he expected praise and some kind of reward for providing an already paid for pizza and terrorizing the delivery man again.

He reminded Izuku so much of his aunt’s pomeranian after it ran off the mailman that he couldn’t help but laugh, doubling over as the cackling brought a stitch to his side he had to clutch.

“The fuck, Deku? Am I some joke to you?” Once again the smell of displeased alpha, this time tinged with hurt, buried deep as Katsuki tried to force bravado through his clenched teeth. Shaking his head, Izuku forced a few deep breaths, stepping forward to cup Katsuki’s cheek in one of his palms. He was still giggly, still smiling from his laugh attack, but he forced his words to be as steady as he could make them.

“Not a joke, no, but it’s still funny to see you square off with a college kid for a pizza for me.” A huff was the only response he received as Katsuki finally relinquished the pizza to Izuku, turning on his toes to storm back to his own home. He wasn’t upset, but it was clear he wasn’t happy about how things had turned out. “The blankets,” Izuku called out, just before he turned and disappeared into his own door. “They make really nice nests.”

The smell of pleased alpha was strong and immediate, lingering even after they both returned to their own homes.

“You’re really going to fuck him, aren’t you,” Ochako said, stealing her half of the pizza and digging in. “Blanket whore.”

*~*

Normally Izuku didn’t curse. Iida’s mini heart attacks and not so mini lectures whenever someone swore had basically beaten the practice out of their pack, with very few circumstances deemed “acceptable” by him. Sure, occasionally when in pain a few would slip out, or when a particularly hard video game came around, and on board game night all bets were off, but in general? Not that often.

But fuck heats. Fuck heats and fuck whichever one of their primordial ancestors decided a heat cycle was the most efficient way to breed, because he would find a way to go back in time, find them, and gut them like a fish for making him go through this. It wasn’t even like he could commiserate with Ochako on this - her heats were three days of being uncomfortable every four months, shorter if Tenya was available to fuck the heat out of her. Tsu and her monthly periods seemed more empathetic to his plight, both of their internal organs taking on a mind of their own for breeding.

But either way, none of his pack seemed to get that his preheat was his uterine pouch literally opening, leaving him sore and grouchy and more than ready to stab a bitch if he didn’t get a dick and ice cream in him in the next hour. Not necessarily at the same time, though now that he thought about it... Damn it he was hungry for something, and couldn’t tell what.

And worse was that, normally, he could get through the next few days with porn, heat aids, and enough sugary processed foods to make his mother sick. That had been his process the last few years, since he had broken up with his college boyfriend right before graduation and everything since had either turned out to be a bullshit first date or him just too busy with work and friends and everything else to try and find someone. But now, now there wasn’t just a hot as fuck alpha right next door, there was an interested hot as fuck alpha right next door, one who had been clearly courting him for the last few weeks, and Izuku just knew his normal process wouldn’t work.

He needed that Kat-dick-suki, and if he didn’t get it right then and there, he was going to go feral.

Thankfully he didn’t need to wait long - just like clockwork the alpha stopped by to drop off his latest courting gift, newest scented blanket in hand. Even if Izuku hadn’t seen him make the short walk through the cracks in his curtains, he could smell him through the door. Could smell his strength, could smell his dedication, could smell that dick he’d seen the outline of once when he’d worn nothing but sweatpants to go to the mailbox stands. He didn’t even wait for Katsuki to knock; he just opened the door and pulled him in, slamming the alpha against the wood and used him to close it, pressing his face against his scent gland.

Fuck he smelled good. Already Izuku wanted to claim him, wanted to sink his fangs in and keep the alpha for his own. Something Katsuki didn’t seem opposed to if the pressure against his thigh was anything to go off. Forcing himself to pull back even as his hips ground forward, his own dick rubbing against Katsuki’s thigh, for some level of relief, it was almost infuriating to see that cocky smirk on his lips.

He shifted and rolled his hips directly on Katsuki’s, that smirk immediately falling as he whimpered at the friction, his eyes blowing as the smells of sex and arousal and attraction overwhelmed him.

“There’s a spare key on the hook,” Izuku said lowly, returning his face to Katsuki’s neck. He lapped at the gland, purring at the taste, the smell, the way Katsuki’s hand tightened on his shirt. “Come join me in my nest, or I’ll come get the key when my heat is over. Either way, lock the door.”

A slight nip, dragging his claiming fangs against his skin - “Oh fucking hell” - before pulling back. Already Katsuki looked wrecked, his hand searching behind him for the lock, unable to keep his eyes off of Izuku as he slowly walked away. Each step was watched, cataloged - the motions of a hunter with prey in sight. Eventually his hand found the latch, flipping the deadbolt, making it clear he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Izuku smiled, lips wide and teeth bared, turning on his toes to lead his chosen alpha to his nest. He wasn’t against being fucked on the table or the floor, maybe a few rounds on the couch, but this first one he wanted in his nest, his first fuck in his first nest in his first den with his chosen mate.

He made it up the stairs and most of the way down the hall to his room before he was caught, Katsuki’s arms wrapped tight around his waist in an almost loving hug before he growled, shifting them so he could press Izuku against the wall, caging him in with his chest and one arm. The other pulled at his clothes, forcing his arms up so his shirt could be pulled over his head, Izuku arching into Katsuki’s eager tongue on his chest while the same hand that had just thrown his shirt somewhere to the side pressed at his pants. Pressed at and into, both of them moaning at the feel of his fingers sliding through the slick that ran between Izuku’s cheeks, soaking through his underwear and down his thighs.

“Fuck, ‘Zuku.”

“Nest, now.”

Katsuki made him wait just long enough for his pants to be pulled off, clothes left in a wet pile in the hall before he lifted him into his arms, Izuku’s thighs hooked over Katsuki’s forearms, his arms around Katsuki's neck, everything open and dripping in a way that left them both a mess. At any other moment he would have been embarrassed, embarrassed about his dick rubbing against Katsuki’s pecks, about his ass dripping slick on his abs, about how he was being held up so easily and could be fucked standing. Now was not any other moment, forcing his own whine as Katsuki walked the last few steps into his room.

While his bed was nice, a good mattress for sleeping that did wonders for his back, his nest was a goddamn masterpiece. Every blanket he'd been gifted had been woven together on top the stain proof pillow base, creating warm walls and a thick floor that was heavenly to lay on. And most likely fuck on, something they would be experimenting with now. Izuku whined again as Katsuki knelt, laying him in the center of the nest, crawling in after him so they were nose to nose, actually facing each other for the first time since Izuku pulled him in.

Katsuki kissed him. Slow and sweet, a change from the pace they'd been going at, the pleased smell of all parties involved sinking into the fabrics around them as they just, for a long moment, kissed. A moment that broke as they kissed and Katsuki's hand reached between them, grabbing Izuku's dick and giving a long, quick stroke, drawing a gasp he took advantage of, moving his lips to Izuku's neck to revenge for the little display earlier.

His mouth found his gland and sucked hard, leaving Izuku keening as Katsuki's hand never stopped stroking, a steady pace that had his hips squirming for more, for a tighter grip, for more speed; it was all just enough to get him close, to have his balls tight and his ass dripping slick like nothing else, but not enough to actually push him over the edge.

"Kat-Kacchan."

Izuku whined as Katsuki moved, because he was stopping, no, this wasn't what he'd wanted, come back. The whine was cut off with a nip to his thigh, his legs spread further apart, and suddenly he couldn't think, could barely breathe, could only focus on the heat around his dick, the tongue and suction working together to somehow pull his brain down his spine and out with his cum, fingers in his ass spreading and crooking and stroking until-

Fuck

There was no mercy, Katsuki kept his fingers right on the prize the moment he found it, rubbing and stroking and circling no matter how much Izuku tried to squirm away, no matter how hard his hips kicked and bucked, Katsuki's unfairly thick forearm holding them still. His fingers kept going and his tongue kept going and his mouth kept going as everything inside Izuku just kept going and going curling tighter and tighter his legs locked around the alpha's head so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to hands in his hair holding him still as he fucked his mouth the best he could and

He broke.

Izuku sobbed as he came down Katsuki's throat, head tilting back as the tears finally escaped his eyes. Gentle hands helped him lay back into the welcoming plush of the nest, unwrapping his legs from Katsuki's shoulders, his hands from his hair. Again Katsuki was hovering over him, this time using his thumb to wipe some of Izuku's spend from his lips and chin, licking it back into his mouth to leave his hands clean. Katsuki smirked, a smirk that Izuku had to react to - even worn out he still bared his fangs, snapping a little at the guest to his nest. A chuckle Katsuki's only response, leaning down to brush his lips over his cheeks, down the side of his jaw, kissing away the tears.

Kitten licks and little nips down his neck and across his chest brought Izuku back to half chub, had him squirming again before those hands found his hips, helping him to turn over onto his hands and knees. Izuku happily went, spreading himself, looking over his shoulder to watch as Katsuki took himself in hand and lined up the tip. "You ready," Katsuki asked in between kisses down his spine.

"If you're not in me-"

Whatever threat Izuku would have come up with was cut off as Katsuki pushed forward, the head popping in, both of them pausing to enjoy the stretch and the warmth. Slowly Katsuki began to rock his hips, just as much of a grind as a push, slowly feeding himself into Izuku with one hand on his hip, the other coming up to cup his shoulder for leverage.

Only...only that hand didn't curl around his muscles like Izuku expected. Didn't find the support that would let Katsuki set up a demanding rhythm that would leave them both beyond satisfied. No, instead that hand fell between his shoulder blades, gently but insistently pressing down.

That alpha bastard wanted him to present. He wanted him to submit in his own nest. In his own den.

Fuck that noise.

Bending his arms, frowning as Katsuki let out a pleased croon, Izuku pushed up, his legs shifting to throw them both back so Katsuki was on his back in the nest, caught off guard and the wind knocked out of him. It stung, Katsuki's dick having jerked free, bobbing tall and proud between his thighs, but a part of Izuku preened at the sight of the alpha under him, behind him as he repositioned himself and looked over his shoulder, lip curled to show his fangs as he put him in his place.

"You're in my nest, in my den. I'll take your knot how I want."

Dropping down, Izuku's head fell back as he worked Katsuki's dick into himself, quicker than the alpha had been doing so, bouncing and rocking until he was seated on his hips. Gods, he was ruined for his toys. He'd need to go up at least two sizes to get anywhere close to the dick stretching him now, to the beginning of the knot he was lazily grinding down again. Behind him Katsuki was whimpering, swearing, tiny little rolls of his hips as he tried to keep up with Izuku's moves.

"Fuck, 'Zuku, please." Oh, that was something he could get used to, Katsuki begging for him. Maybe later, when he wasn't so needy himself, hard and dripping and aching for that knot.

His thighs set a punishing pace, not giving Katsuki any warning as he pushed up before dropping back down, letting gravity do half the work aa he fucked himself on his dick, enjoying the sight of Katsuki's feet scrambling for purchase on the edge of the nest. Already he could feel the knot beginning to swell, pressing at his rim, sending jolts up his spine as he bounced and clenched down on it. It wouldn't take much more to make Katsuki pop, a quick glance over his shoulder confirming it. He was panting, eyes glazed, one hand twisted in the blanket by his head while the other was on Izuku's hip, steadying him, already looking so fucked out and so ready to cum Izuku was almost impressed he hadn't. Katsuki's own hips were finally in the game now that his feet were firmly planted, thrusting up in time with each of Izuku's drops, pushing them deeper and quicker together, fuck he was close again, everything inside pulsing and tensing and ready to tip over that edge with the alpha with his alpha-

Katsuki was pressed against his back, when he'd sat up Izuku wasn't sure, but with one last thrust his knot caught, the hand that'd been on his hip wrapped around his dick, lips on the nape of his neck as he spilled over Katsuki's hand, over their laps, dick twitching and pulsing as Izuku was filled and plugged, hot and thick and no where to go but for it to keep going in.

It would have been unpleasant otherwise, the slight buldge in his stomach Katsuki rubbed with his clean hand, his other preoccupied by his mouth as he licked it clean, but right now all Izuku could do was lean back and enjoy. Enjoy the warm hands that rubbed his stomach and thighs, that turned his head for kisses that tasted of himself, enjoy the way they carefully shifted so they were spooning, careful not to upset the knot still lodged in his ass.

"I think I'll keep you," Izuku muttered sleepily, snuggling back into the warm arms wrapped around him, one hand drawing comforting swirls on his swollen stomach. "Maybe having an alpha in my den won't be so bad."

"I'll make it the best you can imagine."

*~*

For a moment, just a moment, Izuku was worried he would regret his decision the next morning. He'd been doing so well, doing all of this for himself, did he really need some alpha coming along and ruining it?

His worries were reassured by the sight of S.A.M.'s playpen set up on the kitchen counter, Katsuki talking to his pet while cooking breakfast, feeding him little pieces of cheese and vegetables as he worked. "Don't tell your dad I said this," the alpha said quietly, running his finger gently down the hamster's back, "but you're almost as disgustingly cute as he is."

Yeah, no, he was keeping him.

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hey assholes it's your girl himi and im gonna prove to you that the new leaks are FAKE (credits to Sammy and fawx on twt for alot of evidence) some evidence (mostly in the end) is just my own speculation!

1) FIRST OF ALL THE CHANGE IN ARTSTYLE like sure horis artstyle has evolved and improved but the artstyle is easily distinguishable, the leaks just don't look right

2) the missing scars -- in the new leaks both izuku and shoto are missing their new scars

3) ochako holding things with her pinky is odd because everywhere else she doesn't use her pinky to make sure she doesn't make them float HORI CAN'T FORGET A DETAIL LIKE THAT

4) the official leaks are supposed to come out on the 4th of december

5) theres too many pages – every other time there were 3-4 pages max, why the hell would the leaks have these many times this time ONLY

6) the english translations took time, why did they come out this early this time..

7) we have no clue where leakers are finding these leaks

8) none of the leaks picture a book and theyre all digitized unlike every other time..

9) a japanese speaker went on the official website and the extra chapter is NOT official

10) in the previous leaks other credits are tagged

11) izuocha being canon would be forced and rushed – like it doesn’t add up to me, ochako putting away her feelings about izuku is the start of her character development.. It doesn’t make sense if she goes back to those feelings she put aside BEFORE THE WAR this late into adulthood

12) the fact that there’s barely any mention of the suit in general is throwing me off too – like in the last chapter there isnt enough info about it either so id expect the extra chapter to have atleast A LITTLE MORE INFO

13) himiko and katsuki just being izuochas wingmen makes zero sense to me like this feels like fanfiction its OUT OF CHARACTER FOR THEM ALL

14) hori HINTS romance rather than stating it – like bkdk his hinted in the japanese manga and togachako isnt as subtle but its HINTED so him randomly deciding to make izuocha obviously canon just feels wrong

15) NO MENTION OF HAWKS?? A MAIN PRO HERO?? OR ENDEVOUR?? ANOTHER IMPORTANT CHARACTER??

16) WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LEAGUE..? LIKE HIMIKO AND DABI ARE THE ONLY ONES MENTIONED. WHERE IS SHIGARAKI. THE MAIN VILLAIN. IZUKU COULDNT SAVE HIM PROPERLY SO THAT MUSTVE SCARRED HIM SOMEWHAT..?

17) okay so its said that izuku joins KATSUKI’S AGENCY first of all its wonder DUO, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE THEIR AGENCY – putting that aside no way in hell would katsuki open an agency that fast.. like since izukus still a teacher here, we know he went to get a teachers degree after highschool so its confirmed that hes in his early 20s, and katsukis the same age, its unlikely that he could open an agency that quickly

18) adding to my last point, in the last chapter, katsuki kept his hero ranks low on purpose until izukus suit is over so its way more likely that he probably working for an agency and also the fact that he probably started working after most of his classmates because of his heart issues SO NO WAY DID HE SET UP AN AGENCY ON HIS OWN WITHOUT IZUKU THAT FAST

19) THE PAGES AREN’T RELEASED DIGITALIZED UNTIL THE OFFICIAL RELEASE

20) text bubbles from the leaks look like theyre from some shoujo more than horikoshis

21) if a handhold is soooooooo romantic then what the hell was bkdks handholds…. handholds plural btw BKDKS HANDHOLDS ARE ALSO WAY MORE INTIMATE.. LIKE?

22) how are you still dreaming about toga after like a decade and then u decide u want some guy who u liked for like half a year and who you GOT OVER

23) ochakos character revolves around izuku in these leaks which makes NO SENSE BECAUSE CANONICALLY SHES MORE THAN THAT. THAT CRUSH IS OVER. ITS BEEN ESTABLISHED. HER DREAM WAS TO SAVE PEOPLE AND SEE THEM SMILE, NOT WIN OVER IZUKU,, HER CHARACTER IS SO MISUNDERSTOOD BY FANS SO ITS VERYYYYYYYY LIKELEY THAT A FAN LIKE THAT DREW THESE LEAKS

anyways in the actual last chapter bakudeku kiss and himiko comes back to life for ochako and everybody lives happily ever after ❤️

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A little late, but I'm working on the second and last part! - Who wants a bunny Deku?

Little preview next chapter!

Izuku Midoriya had been distracted at work all day. He had even reversed two files, sending a customer away with the wrong one, and for this he had been widely reprimanded by his superior. Normally he would have fallen into an abyss of mortification and excuses, but on that Saturday he had paid just enough attention not to get himself kicked out, and then returned to his fantasies. At home things had been different. He had started to feel the pressure and that vague sense of panic and realised that he couldn't do it alone. So, cross-legged on the bed, he had passively watched the heated discussion between his best friend Ochako Uraraka and his girlfriend Himiko Toga on how he should dress for that evening. He had just caught Himiko blurting out something about enlarging the small wound on his chin and, in a rush of awareness, had thought she had a point: Kacchan would have liked it, he was sure. He had left the chin as it was.