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It is a regular wednesday morning at work. Deku got called in for backup, some of his agency's heroes on patrol overwhelmed with whatever villain they've been facing- and requesting help from him.
So, the scene was already a fucking mess by the time he had arrived there.
No casualties as far as he could tell- at least, but the property damage is extensive, and he already dreads the impending paperwork he'll have to deal with because of it.
Defeating the guy quick enough, he hands off the now shackled- and unconscious villain- to the police on-site, a little more gruff with it than absolutely necessary maybe, but he can't help it, he's annoyed.
Deku wants to leave. Get away from the press and spectator crowd of bystanders teeming along the police barrier on the sidelines, as soon as possible. The phones and cameras that are pointed at him from all directions, the reporters shouting from a distance to get his attention, hoping for a statement from him, something- anything- they could clip for the news; or gossip rags, or their stupid fucking hero fan blogs.
Honestly? He has no nerve for this sort of thing. Doesn't have the disposition for it, either. It is part of the job, he knows, but a part he could really do without.
A gun? A canon? A deathray? He's okay with all that, but once he sees a camera or microphone pointed his way- he just wants to fucking run.
Well.. that's what he has his sidekicks for, no? To deal with this shit.
It isn't like any of those journalists care about reporting on Deku's hero work anyway, much more interested in whatever trivial details of his personal life they can vulgarize instead - because that sort of thing brings more clicks, more engagement, more revenue.
Deku saved a nursing home bus full of elderly people from driving off a damn bridge the other day; saved the whole fucking bridge from collapsing- actually, yet all the reporters on scene wanted to know about- is how his marriage is going (Good? Oh! How unexpected.) Fucking assholes, and how many times a week he sticks his dick into Kacchan, what position he likes to fuck him in, and if he's good at making him cum on it.
Because Deku is the number1 hero, yes. But first and foremost he is a public figure, an in-famous one- at that, a celebrity. And at the end of the day- scandals, drama, and raunchy details about his damn cock and what it's up to lately- simply tend to sell better than valiant acts of heroism.
Deku's about to take off, disappear- before any of the journalists can manage to sneak past the barrier to come accost him, when a distant- ''Daddy!'' makes him pause; turn his head around, eyes frantically darting about in search for where the little voice is coming from.
He could swear it sounded like Chiyo.
And for sure, there she is. Miyu too.
Deku just stands there for a second- gaping wide eyed at his little babies waving their tiny arms at him with loud, 'Daddy! Daddy look! Hi daddy!'s.
His twins instantly notice that he's spotted them and rush over to him, past several police officers- and one completely useless hero- managing the perimeter, who are trying to stop them, but fail to do so - miserably.
Deku can't help but make a face at it all.
What a pathetic display. Half a dozen professionals, bested by two six year olds.
The girls reach him with cheerful hoorays, throwing themselves against Deku's legs to hug on tight and look up at him with big smiles on their sweet little faces.
''What are you two doing here?'' He asks them, half panicked, eyes darting around- only to see people already talking among one another, phones not so subtly pointed at them, no doubt recording. Fuck.
''We saw you up in the sky and came running here to see you daddy!'' Miyu tells him, excited.
He doesn't know how they got here, alone and so far from home- on a school day; when sudden vague memories of Katsuki telling him something about a class excursion slowly come back to him.
They must've ran away from their teacher. It wouldn't be the first time.
What a mess.
Photoflash-flash-flash and the frantic sound of camera shutters- snap him out of his stupor, kicking Deku back into gear.
Hoisting the girls up to hold one in each arm, he rushes his way towards one of the police vehicles close-by to try and quickly get them out of sight.
He swears, if any of these photos are made public he'll sue every single person here to hell and back. Because Izuku does his best to keep his babies out of the media's eye. Managed to do so until now, fairly well- too.
The public knows they more or less exist, yes, but Deku pays his horde of lawyers and PR department and social media people enough that that is- in fact- all the public really knows about them.
No photos, no names, not even descriptions of them can be readily found. And Deku really would like to keep it that way.
Of course someone out of the crowd manages to get past the barrier then, past police and hero protests too, because- no, really, they're all fucking useless- aren't they?
Some dude, slightly heavyset and a little out of breath from sprinting over here, with a lanyard around his neck and band on his arm that identify him as press.
Just fucking great.
''C'mon girls, look into the camera for me.'' The guy singsongs- and actually has the fucking balls to come step right infront of Deku, the large lense of his camera pointed directly at them as it goes click click click in rapid succession.
Miyu turns her head to blink at Izuku, confused, uncertain. While Chiyo, the little brat, poses all cute for the photos.
''Delete that, right now.'' Deku snarls, but the paparazzo just ignores him in favor for checking his snapshots, probably already counting the shitload of money these'll make him.
Izuku has his hands full with his little beans, else he would've already snatched that damn camera and smashed it to fucking pieces- right over the guy's head. Has a nasty reputation for doing exactly that, which is why journalists and paparazzi usually stay at a distance from him, for their own safety.
But- Hero Deku not acting out for once- seems to be some kind of summoning call, and before he knows it there's a whole swarm of them, crowding around him from all sides, phones and microphones and voice recorders pointed at him. They shout as to be heard over one another, try to catch his attention, throwing rapid fire questions at him from every direction.
Someone goes and shoves their phone right under his chin and asks, ''Are these by chance your children with GroundZero? Or someone else's, again? Does your mate know about them?''
Deku scoffs, incredulous. What a stupid question. As if the girls don't literally look like a carbon copy of Kacchan.
They're only trying to get a rise out of him, he knows that. Saying shit to piss him off.
But it's working.
Deku fucking hates the media- and the media hates him right the fuck back, passing up no chance to report shit on him whenever they can.
Too unamiable, too vulgar, too scandalous- for the general population's sensibilities. 'No good' the headlines label him, a poor role model, a lackluster symbol of peace. All the power but none of the charisma of his predecessor.
As if anyone could ever fill All Might's shoes. Could possibly live up to that shining beacon his mentor had been, the man Yagi was...
Once upon a time Izuku aspired towards it, but he's long since over that. Buried that dream together with his idol so many years ago.
All he really wants nowadays- is simply do his damn job in peace- and get back home in time for dinner with his family.
Still trudging his way towards the police car, wading through the throng of reporters in his damn way. Izuku towers over a foot above everyone else here, has easily more than 200 pounds on most, so- it isn't like they could stop him from leaving, even without using OFA.
But they're sure making it fucking difficult.
Some of the police officers and his sidekicks do try their best to disperse the vultures, but the lot of them are awfully persistent. Hounding after him like rabid dogs snapping at his heels, refusing to let up.
He's about to tell them all where they can shove their fucking cameras, when the head of hero Deku's PR team- Miss Kobayashi's sour disapproving face suddenly flashes in his mind's eye, making him snap his mouth back shut. Izuku has no nerve to possibly have to deal with her as well, so- he tries to calm himself. Media training kicking in, rusty as it may be.
He's evasive with his answers, vague, giving them nothing they could misconstrue.
Seeing that they won't get anything juicy out of Deku- they go and turn their sights on the twins instead.
''-little missy, why don't you tell us your name?''
Chiyo- of course- preens under the attention, making a grab for the microphone infront of her to talk directly into it. ''I'm Chiyo, i'm six years old and i go to Aldera elementary and my favorite color is pink and i hate green peppers cause those suck, but mama makes me eat them anyway.''
Deku wants to fucking scream.
Kacchan is so going to chew him out for having to re-school them now.
He presses forward, practically barreling through now, body checking and shoving people out of his way, uncaring. One lady trips and falls, goes sprawling flat across the ground and gets nearly trampled by the mob of them.
Deku honestly couldn't care less, would've stomped on her too if she'd been in his way.
In all the melee someone gets too close for comfort, almost touching Miyu, and Deku jerks her away from them with a violent snarl, aggressive Alpha scent spiking, pungent even through his heavy duty blockers.
It's like blood in the water, driving those fucks even more wild. Sharks in a feeding frenzy. Photoflash almost blinding.
And his girls are getting anxious now, his little beans' sour scents making him more and more desperate to get them away from here.
He spins in place, debating on just taking off into the air - when he's stopped by a little 'ow'.
Everything goes still as his hearing drops out to nothing. It's as if time slows to a crawl- when izuku looks at Miyu, his sweet little princess, rubbing at a bright red spot on her little forehead.
''It bonked me in the head.'' She huffs, shooting a miffed look at the guy that apparently 'bonked' her in the head with the lens of his camera.
It has Deku see fucking red.
He sets his babies down, making sure they're holding on tight to his legs, before facing the guy.
Open mouthed and wide eyed, stammering like he knows he fucked up, because he did. The man starts spewing apologies, hands up in an attempt to placate, slowly taking a step back from Deku.
And Deku- decks him right in the face with a 5% punch.
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It's needless to say- the Media made a big fuss about it all.
The collective laser glare of Kacchan and Miss Kobayashi he's earned himself for it would've been enough to incinerate a lesser man on the spot, but Izuku is by now used to it.
At least they managed to keep his little beans' faces out of the news and gossip rags. Small mercies.
Last time there's been this much of a media circus around him was a few months back, when Deku fought that villain with the air-sickle quirk who cut up his suit and left Deku with half his ass hanging out..
They will have to de-escalate, Miss Kobayashi had said. Start trouble management protocol.
Which- in other words means- Deku is delegated to desk duty until the whole thing blows over. During the absolute worst time of the year- no less, the week after provisional license exams.
Aspiring hero-course students from all over the country are busy applying for internships, and the amount of applications Deku's agency recieves during- is frankly ridiculous, which is why he usually has someone else do the shit job of picking them for him.
But now that he's sitting in his office all day, and Mrs. Ogura, his naggy old hag of a secretary, had insisted that he at least do something productive while off the field. Hobbled in here and threw a pile of intern-applications on his desk for him to skim through, have a look.
Argued that- maybe someone might even catch his eye that he'd be interested in taking on for once. Else- she'd have to pick them herself, again, and then have to deal with Deku complaining to her, for weeks, that he can't fucking stand any of them.
If you ask him, the old bag is just making excuses to not do the damn work he actually pays her for.
Deku discards yet another one into the 'absolutely fucking not' tray on his desk, in it sitting the largest paper stack- by far. Practically towering over the 'maybe', and- until now- completely empty 'okay' trays.
Yawns, while cursing Ogura-san under his breath for the nth time that day, as he grabs for the next one, tired, and has to do a double-take when reading over the name on it.
Midoriya Hiroto?
Wait...
That's- one of his brats.
Right.
Just a few days ago Kacchan had made a big excited fuss about it- when the punk passed his provisional license exam with flying colors, an almost full score, exemplar- really.
Izuku had known the kid is strong, capable, even before that. Because, despite Kacchan accusing him of being a lousy dad when it comes to the shitheads, he does keep tabs on them.
Went and watched Hiro during the UA sports festival these past two years, and found himself impressed by the boy.
Strong, resourceful, strategic, with a versatile quirk. He's cocky- yes, a little full of himself- maybe, but can at least back it up. Charismatic too, which is always a plus when aiming to be a public figure.
Kid would have no trouble at all getting into whatever agency he'd apply at. But here he went and applied to Deku's.
Thinking he would have a sure way in on the merit of being his son? Izuku doesn't think that's it..
Might as well shoot for the top and apply with the number one, or something like that, more likely.
After all, the brat sees him more as the hero- rather than a father, even if he does call him dad.
He puts the application form down, conflicted.
It would be a bad idea.
Nepotism in the industry isn't as big of a deal as it maybe should be. The japanese people do love a legacy- after all. It's what helped Shouto pull Endeavour's name out of the tar sump it had sunk into during the fallout of the war.
It is a terrible idea, really.
Deku should go and recommend the shithead to someone else better suited. Someone eager to hone a young promising talent like him. Someone who isn't Izuku.
But then he finds himself thinking back to the article about hero Deku he's read earlier today..
And puts Hiroto's application into the 'okay' tray- instead.
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Kaa-chan is a great cook, but he does tend to feed them all rather 'healthily', as in- lots of protein and fiber, no excess fats and sugars, no processed foods, all natural. Which is amazing, perfect even. Goes right hand in hand with Hiroto's strict workout plan, with the body goal he's working towards.
But sometimes.. Hiroto has cravings.
And so- he has taken advantage of Kaa-chan's benevolent mood from his provisional-license score while it lasted, to put in meal requests.
Tonight is shrimp fried noodles, which- Touma almost beat his ass for, because Touma thinks shellfish is disgusting, grossed out by the countless little legs and beady soulless eyes. But Touma is also the biggest simp in the universe for Kaa-chan, would literally eat dad's old stinky fucking training socks as long as Katsuki puts it on a plate in front of him. So Touma can go suck it up.
Anyway, the noodles are amazing, so the sore spots and bruises he had gotten from his brother have been worth it.
''Had your internship application on my desk today.'' Deku casually mentions out of nowhere- inbetween bites of spicy shrimp fried noodles. Doesn't even look up from his plate where he's scraping the last bits of it together, his third helping already- because the old man can fucking eat.
Hiroto swallows the bite in his mouth with difficulty, almost choking on it. Then looks around the table, at Touma- and Yuki and Yuka, who all look back at him, just as surprised as he is.
So.. dad saw.
Well. He hadn't counted on that.
Hiro coughs to clear his throat. ''I- i thought your secretary usually checks those..'' He says unnecessarily.
Dad says nothing in turn- just hums, and leans back in his chair, the thing creaking beneath the insane weight of him. He's completely relaxed, but he is also massive - in the way that is intimidating even when he doesn't try to be.
And Hiro hates it, that he is intimidated by him, his own fucking dad.
Yes, Deku is large. Larger than life- really. A legend. Saved the damn world, saves the day- again and again and again. To Hiroto- his dad seems untouchable, unreachable. The pinnacle, the number one.
A distant man, emotionally- and in other ways. A hands-off kinda guy when it comes to his older kids. Dad never, not once- in the past eight years Hiro's lived with him, asked him how his day went. Never inquired about his interests or even so much as spent longer than five minutes alone with him.
Hiro still- to this day- isn't sure his dad even remembers his name.
And yet, strangely enough.. Hiroto doesn't resent him for it.
Because it's true- that Deku has never been the best father to him, but- he also really really isn't the worst.
It's just like with the media and public- who love to bitch about- and scrutinize him, yet Deku still ranks first place in the popularity polls- every year, for almost two decades now. Has brands practically throwing money at him to be in their ads, from random toothpaste- to luxury novelty items. Old man's been in who knows how many instant-ramen commercials by now, you'd think he invented that stuff. People go absolutely batshit crazy when they spot him on the street. Countless fan-blogs dedicated to snapshots of just his ass, with more followers than some A-list celebrities' instagram accounts.
It's inexplicable. Makes absolutely no sense, truly; but it is what it is.
In his first year at UA- during the sports festival, when Hiro first stepped foot into the stadium, excited and so fucking terrified he almost pissed his pants, looking up into the insane crowd of cheering people all around him- only to see his dad's hulking frame standing out among them, he thought it was some kind of fluke. A trick of the light.
Thought that- Deku must be there for work, or because he was invited as special guest, or because Kaa-chan forced him to come.
That his father wasn't there for him, of course. Wouldn't really watch, wouldn't really care.
Yet Hiro did his best- anyway, just in case, on the off-chance that dad was actually watching, the possibility he might finally really see Hiroto. Only to wind up failing- so close to the top- and end up in second place.
He accepted the silver medal absentmindedly and with a lot less enthusiasm than it probably warranted, too distracted as he couldn't help but look around the multitude in search for dad. And was surprised when he spotted him- standing there clapping in applause, the man's perpetual 'i really couldn't give less of a fuck' expression.. softer- somehow.
Yeah, a fluke. It must've been. There's no other rational explanation for that.
But then dad showed up this year too.
Hiro almost went and broke his damn neck that day, twice, but actually did it. Managed to win first place, even if by the skin of his teeth. Hero Deku, of all possible people, the one to hand out the winning contestants' medals- and awkward shoulder pats during the award ceremony. Hiroto fidgeting like crazy where he stood at the top of the podium, and Deku, as usual, as emotive as a damn wall.
Yet when he gave Hiro the complimentary awkward shoulder pat with his medal, Deku smiled. ''You did good, son.'' He said.
And for that moment Hiroto dared to think his dad was proud of him.
''So what? Wanted to surprise your old man by just showing up?'' Dad grumbles, and grabs the wok off the dinner table to eat whatever is left in it.
Hiro swallows, rolling one of the shrimps around on his plate. Mumbling a, ''Well.. I guess. If i had gotten in.''
Deku quirks a brow at him. ''What makes you think you wouldn't?''
Uh, because it's Deku's agency? The number one hero. Every kid with high aspirations- is trying to get a spot there, the best of the best of japan's hero students.
Because Hiroto may be good, yes. One of the best in his grade. But during the license exams he had to realize that there are others who are just as good as him, better even.
There was a girl from Shiketsu who could literally transform matter at will. Some dude that could detain a whole crowd of people by just looking at them. It's insane how overpowered some quirks are.
Yuka and Yuki don't get it, not really, they're in business and support. And Touma's in the hero-course, yes, but he's still a first year, work study not something he loses sleep over.
Getting a traineeship at Deku's agency is important to him, not just for the experience, or the notoriety that comes with working under the number one- even if only temporary. But also- to be able to spend some time with his dad.
It's another thing his siblings don't understand. Hiroto's desire for approval and validation from their father. For the man's attention.
God, it's cringey isn't it? What a loser. Hiro feels so fucking lame...
Chiyo's shrill little voice snaps him out of his self pittying spiral with a, ''Look mama! I ate all the icky green peppers too. Can i have an ice cream sandwich now?''
Kaa-chan stands up to collect the beans' plates, and pointedly unfolds Chiyo's napkin, revealing all the bits of green pepper she tried to hide away in it.
If Hiro wasn't feeling like he might throw up from nerves right now, he might've laughed at his baby sister's ridiculous pouty face at being caught.
''I won't take it easy on you- if that's what you think. I'll treat you just like every other brat there.'' Dad huffs. ''So you better be prepared for that.''
What?
''What?''
Deku fixes him with a flat, deadpan stare. ''You're in. Now, don't make me regret it.''
Wait.. really? He actually can't believe it. Practically jumps out of his chair with excitement and a whooping, ''Yes sir!''
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She's been fake crying for almost half an hour now, occasionally peeking through her fingers at Kacchan to see if it had any sway.
It doesn't.
Katsuki ignores Chiyo's little tantrum, as he always does.
She realizes as much- and decides to change tactics then, climbs on top of Deku who's sitting on the couch and watching the evening news, sniffling as she hugs close around his neck, wailing to him about how, ''mommy is so mean!'' with a truly heart-wrenchingly pitiful expression on her cute little face, martyred, like she's actually suffering.
Like- she doesn't know that Deku is definitely going to sneak her ice cream later on when Kacchan isn't looking.
She just likes being dramatic, the damn brat.
He presses a kiss against his baby's temple, breathing in her milky sweet powdered-sugar pup scent, as she nuzzles against him, her face all hot and snotty.
Izuku loves her so much.
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Later that same evening, with his little angels now all safely tucked into bed, and the shitheads finally having disappeared into their dens and quieted down for the night, Deku- is finally able to crawl into bed beside Kacchan.
Laying on his side with an old man grunt, propped up on one elbow; he reaches his free hand out to put it on his mate's naked thigh beneath the covers, squeezing at the soft warm flesh of it, and Deku takes a minute to just - take him in.
Gaze tracing the contours of his pretty face. The little pout of his mouth and sweet slope of his nose, cheeks still a bit flushed from his shower earlier, all of it illuminated by the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp- and the harsh blue light of the phone screen in Katsuki's hand.
''So.. what do you think?''
Kacchan raises a brow, but doesn't look up from whatever he's reading. ''What do i think about what?''
''Hiro's traineeship, with me.'' Deku clarifies.
Kacchan hums. Scrolls some. Hums again. ''Well. What do you want me to tell you?''
''How much of a bad idea it is?'' He prompts.
''I don't think it is a bad idea. Not necessarily.''
That- isn't what he wanted to hear. Deku grimaces, his hand squeezing the Omega's thigh harder. ''But.. it'll be awful..''
Kacchan sighs, goes and puts his phone away on the bedside table before turning to face him, and asks, ''For who?''
Izuku isn't sure.
''I'm not build to be a mentor.'' He mumbles. ''You know i'm no good with kids, or being a role model.''
''Where is this suddenly coming from? Is this about that stupid article in The Daily today?'' Kacchan huffs, sounding both annoyed and amused- about it.
''No.'' Yes. ''I don't care about the shit they say about me in the rags, you know that.''
And it's true, Izuku doesn't care what people say about him. He's been doing this thankless shit job long enough that random peoples' gripes and nagging and opinions about whatever the fuck it is about Deku that bothers them on that particular day- just roll off his back.
But there was one sentence in that article that did rankle him.
'What would All Might say about his protegee now?'
Izuku's eyes flit towards the bedside lamp at Kacchan's side, a rare collectors item- even if horribly designed and terribly tacky, to look at the 1:18 scale mold-cast of a brilliantly smiling golden age All Might- standing at the base of it.
''But it made me wonder.. what would Yagi think if he could see me now? I tried so hard to be like him, and then i just- grew tired of it. Tired and bitter.''
All Might gave everything of himself, did so- recklessly, willingly, and with a smile. And for what? People nowadays barely even remember him; and when they do- it is in association to hero Deku.
Izuku hates it, the shadow he throws onto All Might's legacy, hates himself for it, and most of all- hates that he doesn't really care.
It feels blasphemous. It feels like betrayal. It-
''It feels like i've let All Might down, ya know?''
''Izuku.'' Kacchan starts, his tone has gone all soft now, tender. Careful. The way it always does when Deku starts talking about All Might, rarely as he does. ''You could never let him down. He's always been so proud of you. He loved you.''
And isn't that the worst part of it?
When Deku received the call from Yagi's live-in nurse, he was all the way across the country in New York, at some shitty afterparty- piss drunk and in a headrush from just having snorted coke off some random Omega's ass.
By contrast, the public announcement of All Might's passing had been a grand spectacle. There was this huge ceremony in DC, with a parade and everything. The US president gave a speech, inaugurated a large monument in All Might's likeness. Thousands upon thousands of people there to celebrate the hero, commemorate the legend.
Izuku watched the broadcast of it on tv- right after Yagi's funeral, sitting alone in the man's home somewhere in nowhere texas, a charming rustic little ranch Yagi had settled down at.
Still wearing the ill fitting formal black suit too, a size too small- and the trouser hem two inches too short because of his latest growth spurt, the fabric of it heavy and damp and uncomfortably clinging to him.
It had been pouring all day and the air thick with humidity, suffocating at the height of summer. The funeral, a quiet and somber affair, was a dizzying rush of sickeningly sweet smelling flower arrangements, and mediocre catering service buffet food, and halfhearted condolences from strangers. Beside Izuku- there had only been a handful of others in attendance. Melissa, some of Yagi's neighbours, a few former colleagues, as well as Yagi's lawyer; there to settle the issue of the man's testament- that named Izuku the sole beneficiary. Because Yagi had no remaining family, and for some inexplicable reason- had come to see Izuku as something like a son.
Leaving Izuku all of his assets, a not unsubstantial fortune, and the decision as to what to do with his remains after the wake.
When he was handed the urn by the mortician, Izuku's first thought was that he should hold onto it. He had to. How could he not?
But in the end- he scattered the ashes at the ranch, among the rose bushes Yagi tended to so diligently. Feeling so cold and numb- while doing so- he couldn't even bring himself to cry.
It's been years since he's last went there. Can't help but wonder how the rose bushes are doing...
Exhaling a long- too tired sigh, Deku trails his hand up Kacchan's thigh- until settling on the Omega's crotch, giving the warm mound a lazy squeeze.
It has Katsuki buck his hips into the touch, making the Alpha squeeze it again, harder. Finger digging into the cleft, scratching at Kacchan's clit under the soft warm cotton of his underwear.
Out of nowhere Kacchan just starts grappling him, the bedframe giving a dangerous groan under the weight of their thrashing.
''No combat moves in bed!'' Deku chides, moving to get out of the leglock he now finds himself in.
Naturally- the Omega ignores him, scurrying to clamp his arms around Deku's neck to put him in a chokehold next.
Kacchan likes it when it's a fight. Growling, teeth bared, he puts up a token protest, wrestling and kicking. It's his favorite kind of foreplay. Loves it when Deku has to hold him down, pin him still beneath his bulk.
And Deku loves nothing more than giving that to him.
Loves seeing him caught like this; body taut and quivering, as Kacchan tries to twist away from under him. Deku uses his strength and weight to pin his mate to the mattress with gentle force, gather up his wrists and pin them above his head in the hold of one hand, the other yanking at Kacchan's pantys, getting rid of them.
Face flushed and chest heaving beneath him, fiery eyes glinting like embers in the dim warm light of their bedroom. His scent- hot and sugary after getting himself all riled up, horny. Pussy so fucking wet Izuku can taste it in the air, all caramel sweet, sticky as toffee.
He puts a hand over Kacchan's chest, squeezing one of his soft pecs- hard enough to make him whine in his grasp, arch his spine into the touch.
Deku's other hand is quick to join, tugging and pushing at his tits, savoring the way the flesh bunches between his fingers. He thumbs over the Omega's nipples, rubbing gentle circles around the soft little nubs, tweaking them between his fore- and middle-fingers, watching them perk up and grow tight at his teasing.
He wants to fuck his cock into the valley between his pecs, and shoot his load right across Kacchan's pretty face, cover him in it - chin to forehead.
As if able to read his thoughts- and having none of it- Kacchan quickly flips them over with his thighs, reversing their positions, before shuffling atop him- until his crotch hovers right above Deku's face, and readily sits down onto it- with a low moan from them both.
Izuku loses no time to start licking into him with firm, broad strokes. Pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to his pussy and making a firm tip with his tongue to flick across the hot little nub, before suckling at it. Got Kacchan atop him mewling and rolling his hips, fucking his clit against Deku's tongue.
Hands coming up to knead at Katsuki's ass, help him rock back and forth, Deku cranes his head forward, jamming his nose right up against the mound, inhaling deep.
Kacchan's fingers thread through his hair, softly scratching at the scalp, grabbing and pulling his head into place to ride his face harder.
Deku groans, the vibrations of it making Kacchan keen, hips jump. The Alpha drops his jaw and wriggles his tongue in to taste him on the inside, putting his mouth over the mound and sucking the whole thing into it, pulling so hard he's sure it'll bruise.
Then pulls his mouth off again before Kacchan could get too close to cumming, and abruptly sits up, a tight grip on his Omega's waist- as to not throw him off the bed with the sudden motion.
Deku flips him over onto his belly - and without prompting- Kacchan gets into position for him; face and chest on the mattress, ass in the air. The deep dip in his lower back as he arches it into an impossible curve, his hips giving a little teasing shake that makes his ass jiggle, driving Deku fucking insane.
He practically rips his boxers off, grips himself by the base- and presses steadily forward, sinking in slow and easy. Starts rocking his hips, and zealously watches Kacchan clutch at the sheets, fucking back into each thrust- while whining for harder, faster.
Izuku grabs him by the ass, fingers digging hard into the bouncing meat of each cheek- to tip Kacchan's hips forward, pull them up higher, and spreads them open- to watch his fat cock stretch his Omega's little cunt so obscenely tight and pink around it.
''Fuck, right there, right there! S'good, so fucking-h good Zuku, oh~ fuck!'' Kacchan gasps through hiccuped moans, shaking and panting- with how good he's getting it.
It spurrs Deku on to drive in harder, deeper, his hips crashing into Kacchan's ass so hard the Omega's whole body gets tossed up the bed- and he has to grab and yank him back- else he fucks him right into the headboard.
His knot is swelling, he can feel it, tight at the base of his cock. The soft sticky pap-pap-paps it makes everytime it presses against Kacchan's swollen pussy- sucking sloppy kisses- and working up this frothy, thick, creamy mess around it.
The sight of it has Deku's mouth fill with drool. He licks over the sharp points of his fangs that are aching in his gums with the need to bite.
He lets himself fall forward, practically throwing himself ontop his Omega, rutting him flat into the mattress, and sets his teeth against the back of Kacchan's neck, against the permanent imprint of his bite-mark against his Omega's nape- where he has staked his claim, raw and possessive, and bites down - hard.
It has Kacchan cum with a screech, shaking and kicking at the sheets, as Deku fucks him through it rough and fast, not thrusting- but grinding down and rolling his hips hard- instead, his own orgasm quickly building; knot growing and growing until it's fat enough to stick tight, unable to pull out again.
Kacchan squeezes down on it like he's attempting to crush it, making Deku wince at the abuse to his knot.
Carefully rolling them onto their sides, he grabs a hold of one of the Omega's thighs- to shift it into a position that eases some of the tug on their tie; Kacchan going easily enough, body all limp and shaky, letting himself get maneuvered around without protest.
He hooks the limb over the crook of his arm, before reaching down to rub soft and slow on Kacchan's clit. Forcing little hiccupping moans out of the Omega but eventually relaxing him enough to let up on the death-grip he's got on Deku's knot, enough to arrange them more comfortably.
Chest heaving and flushed, Kacchan shoots him a glare from over one shoulder, voice husky and fucked out as he grumbles something about- old men and lumbago.
Izuku chuckles, brushing his knuckle against his mate's jaw, and tips his head back so he can kiss him on the mouth, slow and deep, still gently rolling his hips, languidly rocking them both through the aftershocks.
Yes, his favorite part of the day- is coming home after a long day at work- to a warm, full house and good food, knowing full well that Kacchan and all the kids are safe and sound and close by.
But second to that? It's this. Izuku being able to hold his mate tight like this, the two of them as close as physically possible, barely able to tell where he ends and Katsuki begins, as they slowly drift off to sleep in each others arms.