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Katsuki’s head jerked to the right, breath stuttering as his explosions catapulted him through the air. Had he been mistaken? He let loose a smaller, more controlled pop, turning his direction mid-flight before finally landing on a rooftop. There before him, brightly illuminated, was a billboard displaying the idol of his dreams, Deku.

“No fucking way…” Katsuki utters unbelievingly.

The information on the billboard showed Deku would be having a concert within the city in a couple of months. Katsuki has been following the idol since he first debuted a few years ago. Back then, the blonde was still a hero-in-training at UA High School. It’s since been 4 long years of training, blood, sweat, and tears trying to become a top hero.

On the side, Katsuki’s also been carving out precious time to search for any Deku related content. Every new song, small clips, audio files, and merchandise were precious gold for the young alpha. Katsuki’s never had any real time to try to attend a meet-and-greet with the beautiful omega, but a concert is definitely something he can’t miss out on.

The blonde stared wide-eyed and unblinking at the oversized image before him. Slowly, he reaches up to delicately touch the carefully hidden limited edition Deku enamel pin that he’s stored in the metal bracers around his neck.

His inner alpha twists uncomfortably in his head, suddenly restless at the thought of being so close to such a desirable omega. Sure, he wouldn’t be able to actually meet the star, but he’d be lying if he said that just the mere thought of possibly catching a small whiff of Deku’s scent wasn’t enough to start making his pants feel tight.

A sudden crackle from the earpiece he’s wearing pulls the hero from his thoughts. It takes far longer than he’s willing to admit to pull himself away from the sunshine smile of Deku plastered on the billboard, but duty calls. If he’s lucky, there will still be tickets available by the time he’s finished with his patrol.

With the excitement of possible plans to see Deku in concert setting his blood on fire, Katsuki steps off the side of the roof, freefalling until the last possible second, then allowing his explosions to carry him past alleyways and in the direction of a nearby fight.

He nearly collides with a man standing at the edge of a flower shop, but manages to just miss him, too excited to even yell his normal string of curses, opting to flippantly call out “Outta the way!” over his shoulder instead.

The man in question jolts back, nearly toppling over in his haste, scoffing at the arrogance of the hero. He’s about to yell his complaints to the rapidly retreating blonde, but stops short when something catches his eye.

There, up high, like an angel come to banish all evil, is the smiling face of his future mate, Deku. He feels like it’s been an eternity since he last saw his omega, far too long since he was serenaded by his honeyed words.

“Deku, my love, you’re finally coming home? We can finally be together…” His words come out in a hushed whisper, lacking the strength for anything more. His heart thunders in his chest, mind running through scenarios of how it will be to finally have his omega in his arms.

He walks down the sidewalk, mumbling to himself about what he will do when he can have Deku to himself. People passing by skirt around him, avoiding getting too close, but he doesn’t notice them. How can he notice anyone else when there is only Deku?

It hardly takes him any time at all to make it to the safety of his quiet home. The latch of the door clicks shut, the sound of the lock following shortly after. His body leans heavily against the wooden door as he calls a soft “I’m home, honey” into the silence of the one-bedroom apartment.

No one answers, but it doesn’t matter. Ignoring the silence, he peels himself from where he is, stalking forward into his bedroom. His shoes are removed and cast to the floor in a forgotten heap during his trek.

The man collapses into his computer chair, sluggishly putting on his headphones and moving the mouse until the soft blue light of his screen cascades over his features. The light enhances the dark bags under his eyes as he mindlessly pulls up several tabs.

He harshly intakes a breath, mouth open as he stares at the information in front of him. The billboard was right, Deku is formally announcing a concert soon! The chair groans loudly in protest as the man leans back. He pulls a Deku plushie to his chest, nuzzling into the soft fabric and closing his eyes and breathing deep, imagining the idol’s scent.

“Deku. Deku. Ohhhh sweet Deku.”

He shoves a hand into his pants, furiously stroking himself to full hardness. All around him, the walls are covered in pictures, both professional and amateur, of Deku’s body and face. There are baggies of stolen trash the idol had discarded, now devoid of scent, but still too precious to be thrown away.

The man grunts, still pumping his length as his eyes dart back and forth between images hanging from the wall. He cums with a whine, still holding the plushie against his heaving chest. Soon he won’t have to settle for still images and squishy toys. In a couple short months, he will have Deku right where he wants him.

///

It’s been a long time since Katsuki has felt so light and free. Sure, his quirk can literally help him fly, but nothing, absolutely nothing, can compare to the euphoric feeling of knowing he’s secured tickets to Deku’s concert. Not only will he be attending, but he also managed to score first row! He’d definitely be close enough to scent Deku if he’s not wearing any patches.

Now all he has to do is contact whoever in his agency to tell them he’s taking time off. He’s sure they’ll be thrilled, seeing as he’s adamantly refused to have scheduled vacation time since going pro. Katsuki’s so distracted by his new mission to seek out HR personnel, he nearly misses the red-headed mountain known as his self-proclaimed best friend heading right towards him. Nearly.

“Bakubro! Where ya headed to in such a rush?”

Katsuki lifts his lip in a benign threat at the approaching alpha, pace never faltering.

“Fuck off, hair for brains.”

Kirishima laughs jovially, like he wasn’t just cursed at, matching strides with his grumpy friend.

“So, you’re gonna join us tonight, right?”

Carmine eyes glance over at the sharky smile, brows pinched in a permanent scowl. Katsuki remains silent, prompting Kirishima to continue on.

“Squad night? Bro, don’t tell me you forgot about squad night?! You promised!”

“I didn’t forget shit, asshole! Now move, I’ve got shit to do.”

The red head smiles bright, stopping in his tracks to give a whoop of success. He calls out to his grumpy friend, “See ya tonight man! The regular spot!”

Katsuki lifts a single hand in the air as acknowledgement, turning the corner and stopping at the door to the HR department. The blonde wraps a hand around the doorknob, wrenching it open and stomping his way inside. The receptionist at the front looks up, somewhat surprised to see the explosive alpha there without being dragged by his PR agent.

“Oh? Well if it isn’t The Great Murder God himself. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your demonic visage? Did you explode another intern’s face? Please tell me you didn’t tell someone to shove an inanimate object inside of an orifice again.”

Katsuki grins evilly saying, “It was one time and that little fucker deserved it. I’m not here cuz of some extra. I need time off.”

“That still didn’t give you the right to- what did you say?”

“Tsk, you got shit in your ears? I said I need time off!”

The woman’s astonished face swiftly turns into a glare. “I assure you, my hearing is fine. I just can’t believe you’re actually willingly asking for time off. Did something happen? Got a hot date?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but his bravado can do nothing to hide the heat rising in his face.

The woman slams a hand down on her desk, abruptly standing to loudly screech, “No way! You actually have a date?! Who is it?!”

The blonde recoils with a grimace from the pitch. “Jeezus, you’re just as bad as Pinky! Like I would waste my time with some extra! Do you make it a habit of being so damn nosy all the time?”

Completely ignoring the dig, the woman continues, “Someone from the agency perhaps? Sure, we all have grown accustomed to your gremlin charms, but who would be good enough to meet all of your standards?”

The alpha growls irritably, “Just approve the damn time.”

Like a switch has flipped, the woman smiles, genuine and soft at the embarrassed alpha in front of her. “Whoever it is, I’m happy you’re taking time for yourself. Everyone needs a break occasionally.”

The woman leaves it at that, typing away at her computer before asking, “What days do you need? We’ll be sure to get someone to cover your shifts.”

Bakugo turns his face away, ears still lightly blushed, as he grumbles out his desired dates. When he looks back at the receptionist, she’s giving him a soft smile.

“Give it a rest with the googly eyes! You’re being a damn sap for no reason.”

The woman laughs, a salacious smirk overtaking her features as she spends a few more moments teasing the blonde about his upcoming time off. Katsuki fires off quips at every suggestive sentence she makes, but it’s clear his words hold no bite.

Bakugo leaves the office with his off time secured and demands about telling her all the details from his date being hurled at his retreating form. With one last middle finger to make his point, he slams the door harder than necessary and goes on with his day.

Patrol is relatively smooth, a few small-time villains, but nothing that actually makes him work up a real sweat. On his lunch break, as he’s passing by a well-lit shop, Bakugo notices a new line of Deku-inspired merchandise. It takes way more of his will power than he’s willing to admit to utilizing to keep himself from pressing his face against the clean glass window and drooling.

He’s struck with the instant desire to purchase it all, but that would be way too obvious for the brash hero and he has a reputation to uphold. Besides, his group of loud-mouthed friends would never let him live it down if they found out how far down the rabbit hole he is in relation to the idol. He’d rather take the entirety of one of his explosions to the face before he allows anyone to find out that his entire den is covered with Deku memorabilia.

Heaven forbid they ever discover that he’s got a mountain full of highly explicit Deku items such as drawings, pillow cases, and even some fanfics of DynaDeku pairings. Bakugo silently blesses every single one of those wonderful fanfic authors that give him extremely detailed smut. But his most prized possessions are the high-resolution photos of the real Deku, showing off his gorgeous curls, freckles and curves.

Oh what Katsuki would do to be able to worship at the temple that is Deku’s thighs and ass. Both heavy with a healthy layer of fat and muscle. Thighs large enough to crush his head if he were lucky enough to be between them and an ass so round and bubbly he bets he could flick a quarter off the cheeks and sink it in a basketball hoop.

Bakugo swallows heavily, suddenly aware that his dick is very quickly starting to fill out his loose pants and his mouth is flooding with saliva. When he fully shakes himself of his thoughts, he realizes the store owner is waving at him through the window, beckoning the hero inside.

At his obvious hesitance, the owner instead marches out the door, smiling brightly and immediately begins babbling his thanks. It takes a moment, but Bakugo finally realizes that the portly man is thanking him again for saving him in a recent villain attack. The tall alpha does his best to be polite enough, but he’s never been good at receiving compliments like this from anyone, especially when he was just doing his job. At least his boner is effectively gone.

Katsuki is about to make a hasty retreat to find a quiet rooftop to have his lunch, but as if the store owner can sense it, he quickly drags the hero into the building, insisting that he give a proper thank you gift. Despite his gruff words and somewhat growly demeanor, the owner begins wandering around the store with a very large green bag, shoveling in enough items to make Mary Poppins jealous of the storage space.

"I saw you staring at the new line, Dynamight! I won’t be taking ‘no’ for an answer young man! You take this now,” he says as he shoves the bag into the hero’s hands, “and I hope you enjoy everything. I simply cannot thank you enough for what you did. You heroes are so amazing, constantly battling every day. It’s nice to see that even an alpha of your standing can show such an interest in an idol as adorable and soft as Deku-san.”

Bakugo does his best to deny his clear affection for the idol, given he was obviously caught ogling the merchandise, but the owner steamrolls right over his claims, simply continuing the one-sided conversation about the idol.

Without being able to get a single word in, the 6’ 3” hero is all but shoved out of the small shop and back onto the busy street, oversized green bag of merchandise in hand and irritable confusion scrawled across his face. He blinks once, twice, then peers down at the bag in his hands. There’s a giddy elation welling up in his chest, butterflies having a mosh pit in his stomach.

With sudden realization, he grips onto his prize possessively, quickly assessing his surroundings to figure out what he could possibly do to protect his gifts without being too obvious. He’s too far away to make it to his home and going back inside the store is out as the merchant may think he’s trying to give it all back. The agency seems to be the only reliable place where he can lock it all up safely while he finishes out his patrol. Mind made up, Dynamight makes his way back towards the agency, mean mugging anyone that even glances at the mysterious bag until he can safely tuck the package away in his locker.

The whole interaction took way too long and he will have to settle for no lunch today. It will be a bit bothersome to figure out his macros for his carefully laid out nutrition plan, but the hero can hardly care when he’s too busy being over the moon at the thought of the brand new items waiting to be taken home.

The remainder of the day goes rather well. He almost forgets he’s supposed to meet up with the rest of his friends, too caught up in wanting to get his merch home. He shoots a quick text to the group chat, managing to buy himself some time to at least make it home and leave his prizes there before making his way back to the bar.

By the time he arrives, the group is already loudly talking and laughing about something, some empty glasses off to the side and other glasses half full of various alcohols. He manages to catch the tail end of what Kirishima is saying as he slides into the booth.

“…so manly that she’s allowing so many of us to try out her hero costume! I bet everyone will look so good. Oh, hey man, bout time you got here.”

Katsuki nods in acknowledgement to the group of heroes, immediately distracted by the waitress returning with fresh beverages and opting to request his own before turning back to the red head.

“What are ya going on about now? Who would be dumb enough to let you stretch out their costume?”

Kirishima pouts, “Rude man. It’s for Mirko and the upcoming shoot. We get to meet up with a real superstar. Didn’t you see the email?”

The blonde shrugs his shoulder unconcerned before replying, “I skimmed it. Something about the meeting of two worlds or some bullshit. Sounded boring.”

Kaminari pipes in, “Aww don’t play like you don’t enjoy being around your mentor. Y’all are practically cut from the same loud cloth.”

The table of heroes laugh, each taking their turn to poke fun at the raging alpha and the conversation quickly dissolves into everyone catching up, the email forgotten.

///

“Izuku, sweetie, could you come here for a moment?”

The 5’ 0” omega hops up from where he was lounging on the couch to venture into the kitchen where his dam waited. The green idol lightly scented his mother, leaving a small kiss against her cheek before asking what he could help with. While Izuku may be small, his dam somehow is even shorter than him, having shrunk slightly as she grew older.

Standing on his tippy toes, the young omega reached up to grasp onto an older tea pot, quickly shooing away his chuckling mother, taking over the task of making them both some tea. He had only arrived back in Japan three days prior, and the woman had been frantically running around ensuring everything was beyond perfect for her one and only pup’s return.

Despite ensuring that he didn’t need anything fancy, just some precious time with his dam, the plump older omega couldn’t help herself. Flitting from room to room, cleaning, fluffing and humming to herself happily.

They shared their tea together in the cozy living room, Inko asking a million questions about Izuku’s travels and inquiring about his music, just as she had done for the last couple of nights. The woman was incredibly supportive of her quirkless son’s endeavors, doing whatever she could to encourage him since he was a young pup being bullied for his lack of quirk and being an omega.

By the time night had snuck up on the pair, they were both a purring mess, still excitedly chittering since they had been separated for so long. Izuku retires to his old bedroom, still untouched since his youth, covered from floor to ceiling in hero memorabilia. He changed into his night wear, slipping into a pair of Dynamight themed booty shorts and matching crop top, before climbing into bed.

Izuku breathed in deep, basking in the comforting scent of home, going over his upcoming schedule. He kicked his feet under his covers like a child when he remembered that in a couple of days, he’d be able to meet not just one, but several heroes face to face in a collaboration photo shoot. He couldn’t believe his luck! With his brain buzzing with the possible questions he could ask the heroes, Izuku drifted off to sleep.

///

Katsuki woke early despite drinking the night prior, intent on getting in a more intense workout and nutritious breakfast. He took his time to carefully craft out a protein-rich meal, eyes drifting to the green bag still sitting on his living room table, stuffed full of Deku-related items.

If he were a lesser man, perhaps he’d abandon his meal to begin the task of setting out all of the merch, but alas, he cannot ignore his need for proper post-workout nutrition. The second he’s finished with his food and the dishes are washed and set out to dry, he speed walks to the bag, hands repeatedly clenching and relaxing at his sides.

Bakugo picks up the bag reverently, holding it close to his chest as he walks mindlessly to his den. Once there, he begins to unpack everything, carefully setting the items on his bed to get a catalogue of the new merch and figure out where their proper place will be. It takes longer than he’s comfortable to admit to find a good spot for everything, some items having to move for the newer merch to take its place.

There’s a large rolled-up paper, which he discovers is a life-sized poster of the idol, signed by the omega himself. He can feel, rather than hear himself croon, pupils dilating at the sight of the temptress before him. Deku is dressed in a cutesy outfit that leaves the alpha drooling. A ruffled white long-sleeved shirt under a vest-like tan corset that leaves the smallest sliver of freckled skin showing at his waist. The bottoms are a skin-tight high waisted black pair of shorts, showing off the ample swell of the young idol’s peachy ass and thick-as-fuck freckled thighs corded with powerful muscles.

He's wearing a thin black choker covered in jewels that flawlessly matches a pair of shin-height black boots also decorated in the same jewels. There’s a slight heel to the boots, further emphasizing how delicious Deku’s ass appears.

The alpha can feel himself hardening in his sweat pants as he carefully re-rolls the poster up, opting to hang the item in his workout room. What better motivation than the most beautiful omega he’s ever seen plastered on his wall?

If he spends some extra time in his workout room to rub one out while staring at the poster, then that’s between him and his hand. Deku’s name tumbled from his lips like a prayer as he climaxed, breathing heavy and wishing with every fiber of his being that the idol was really there, and this was more than just a fantasy.

Instead, the hero settled for taking a deep breath and retreating to his bathroom to wash off his shame in the shower. He had things to do outside of rubbing his cock raw. Donning his civilian disguise, the alpha left his home, venturing out to spend a couple of hours waiting in long lines to pick up his pre-orders of Deku merch.

///

Izuku sat in the back of his rental car, his manager beside him discussing his upcoming schedule while his driver remained silent. The idol could hardly pay attention as he practically vibrated in his seat. In just a few moments, he would be in the same room of multiple heroes! He’s unsure how his manager scored the deal with the rabbit hero, only knowing it had something to do with the year of the rabbit.

He’d have to be sure to buy his manager a thank you basket after this was all over.

“Izu-Kun? Izu-Kun!”

Green eyes widened in surprise as his head whipped towards the woman in question, “Huh?”

His manger sighed, shaking her head. “I said we’ve arrived. Are you ready to go?”

The idol blushed hotly at the realization he zoned out, apologizing to the older beta woman. When he turns, he realizes his driver is politely holding open the door for him and he quickly slides out. He walks side by side with his manager, nervously toying with his own fingers, heart racing in his chest.

“Izu-Kun, don’t worry so much. I thought you’d be happy to get a chance to meet some of the heroes, but if this is too much-”

Izuku quickly cuts her off, “No no! It’s not too much! I’m really excited to work with everyone. I’m just nervous, I guess. I’ve looked up to heroes my whole life, so this is kind of- I just- I don’t know, I feel a bit star-struck, I suppose.”

The beta laughs loudly, wrapping the smaller male in her arms while cooing at him. “My little one, you’re also a celebrity in your own right! There’s no need to be intimidated. And if anyone steps out of line, I’ll put them back in their place!” She releases Izuku, punching her fist in the air for emphasis, causing the idol to giggle.

She always had a way of making him feel better in rough moments. He really was very lucky to have her as a manager.

It isn’t much longer before the pair are standing in front of a closed door. There’s a muffled sound of animated chatter on the other side, indicating the heroes must already be there and ready for him. Fortunately, his custom-made costume had been sent to him a couple of week prior, giving enough time to make any necessary alterations.

Izuku’s hand hesitated at the door handle, trembling with unbridled nerves. His hand clenched into a fist, steeling himself for a moment, then gripped the handle and turned.
When he walked inside, there was an immediate hush blanketing the room. The omega gripped onto the oversized jacket covering his costume as he peered around. There were so many heroes there. He already knew who all would be in attendance as he was alerted in the email correspondence, but to see them in person was a whole different feeling.

A sudden shadow overcast him and Izuku looked up to see the smirking face of Mirko herself standing in front of him.

“You must be the Little Rabbit joining us today! Happy to meet ya, Bun! Take some time to meet everyone here and then we’ll set up for everything okay?”

The rabbit hero laughed loudly, walking away to converse with his manager. Izuku had just enough time to blink before he was suddenly swarmed by multiple heroes. Unbelievably, Uravity, Earphone Jack, Red Riot and Shouto surrounded him, talking over one another in their excitement at meeting an idol.

The mixture of alpha, omega and beta heroes was a tad overwhelming. Fortunately, Uravity seemed to sense the fellow omega on the verge of a panic attack, immediately shoving the others away from the young man.

Red Riot appeared the most pouty, despite being a towering alpha, at being told to go sit down. He was sweet, like an overexcited Golden Retriever getting to meet a new person. When Uravity turned back to the omega, she smiled brightly, pink cheeks rosy with jubilation.

“Sorry about all of them. This is our first time meeting a celebrity like you. My name is Uraraka Ochako, but you can call me Ochako if you’d like.” She extends her hand outward in a polite offer.

Izuku delicately grasps on, shaking her hand as a wobbly smile flit across his face. “Izuku! Uh oh, I mean. My name- my name is Midoriya Izuku, but I go by Deku. Pleasure to meet you. I can’t believe I’m shaking the hands of Hero Uravity. Oh my gosh, this is such an honor! I’ve been such a fan since I first saw you in Class 1A after all of the random attacks. And-oh! The sports festivals were so good! You never backed down whenever you were against bigger opponents and you really utilized your quirk so elegantly, but efficiently! When you fought against Dynamight-San in your first year you…just…” His words quickly died off into an unintelligible ramble.

Ochako stood in front of him, her large eyes blinking with the overwhelming amount of information he’d just prattled off to her. Suddenly embarrassed, Izuku’s face flamed a red that rivaled Kirishima’s infamous hair. Of course he’d be a complete mumble storm, word vomiting the second he opened his fat mouth! Belatedly, he realized he never even stopped shaking the woman’s hand still firmly grasped in his own.

With a gasp, he releases his grip, hands shooting to grasp onto his oversized jacket instead. He looks down, ashamed at his behavior, but is surprised when the gravity hero chuckles and rests a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Deku-San. Are you a hero enthusiast? That’s really cool! I’m excited to be working with you today. Let’s be friends!”

Izuku’s eyes widen, sparkling with unshed tears as he realizes that this beautiful hero standing before him isn’t going to berate him for his overzealous behavior, instead offering friendship and a kind smile. The idol’s face lights up with a huge grin, freckled cheeks plumping up, still glazed in a rosy hue as he nods in agreement.

The two spend some time chatting, exchanging questions about their respective jobs. Deciding that Izuku is a bit more relaxed, Ochako decides to bring him closer to a few of the others. Jirou and Shouto are the easiest to introduce. Both are level headed and somewhat quieter, but still friendly and willing to answer the seemingly endless stream of questions the freckled idol has related to their quirks.

Kirishima is pacing on the outskirts looking like a kicked puppy, waiting not-so-patiently for his chance to finally meet the celebrity. When he’s finally called over, it takes everything in him to not sprint, afraid of frightening the small omega. He’s all smiles, sharp teeth on display as he lowers his chin in a sign of submission. He may be an alpha, but he knows how to behave around omegas.

When Izuku asks him about his quirk, his chest puffs and he happily hardens parts of his body to show off for the beautiful man. Izuku’s bashfulness is all but forgotten when he is given the opportunity to analyze Red Riot’s quirk up close and personal, running his hands over the alpha’s arms and shoulders as he rapid-fire mumbles his thoughts.

The remaining heroes quickly realize that, not only is he a hero-enthusiast, but he’s actually quite brilliant at analysis. They begin to all offer for the male to see their own quirks in turn, excitedly chattering and anxious to see what he will be able to tell them about their gifts.

“You’re incredible at analyzing quirks, Deku. If you ever decide that you’d like another job on top of being an idol, I’m sure we could find a place for you in our agency in the analysis department.” Hero Shouto says in his monotone voice.

Izuku flushes hotly, “Ah! No way, I could never! I’m not anything special, really, I just have always loved heroes since I was a pup. You guys are so amazing!”

“No fair, Todoroki-kun, you can’t just steal Deku away!” Uraraka says with a pout before turning to the idol, “Deku-san, you could always work for us instead of Todoroki~”

Everyone laughs, each offering to have Deku spend some time at their agencies if he’s interested, even mentioning that the remaining pros from the original class 1A would love a chance to meet him as well.

Kirishima notices that despite them all having a good time, Izuku is looking around with disappointment clearly on his face.

“Is something wrong, man?”

Midoriya startles, “Oh. Um. It’s silly, but I heard Dynamight-san was going to be here today too. I was just wondering where he is.”

Jirou and Ochako exchange a look before they get sly smirks, “Oh? Do you like Boom-boy, Izuku?” Jirou asks.

Izuku’s never been happier to be wearing his scent patches, or he’d definitely be super obvious in his affections for the explosion hero. “I just was curious, that’s all.”

“Baku-bro was invited, but he rarely comes to things like this,” Kirishima says, eyebrows pinched together.

Izuku frowns slightly, disappointment filling him as he realizes he won’t get the chance to meet his favorite hero today. “Yeah, I figured he wouldn’t be interested in being here today, but I kinda hoped…”

Ochako wraps an arm around Izuku’s shoulders, bringing him close while still smiling slyly. “Don’t worry your adorable little head, Deku-san~ we can always introduce you to Bakugo another time if you’d like.”

Jirou edges closer, also smirking, “Yeah, we can take some good photos today and show off to Boom Boy that we got to hang out with you and he missed it.”

The idol blushes, trying his best to cover his head and face behind his arms, “no no! That’s okay. I’m sure Dynamight-san has more important things to do other than meeting someone like me.”

“Awww you’re so cute, Deku-san! Who wouldn’t want to meet you?! You’re so adorable!” Ochako snuggles closer, rubbing their faces together while squealing in joy.
There’s suddenly loud clapping getting everyone’s attention, as Mirko starts walking closer. “Alright everyone! Enough chit chat, it’s time to get to work.”

The heroes finally step away from the idol, moving off to prepare for the shoot. Izuku is approached by his manager, who offers to take his jacket while he works and teases him for being so popular with the heroes.

Deku hands his jacket over before making his way to the others consulting with the photographer. He flushes once more when Mirko makes a comment about how nice his body is considering he is an idol and not a pro-hero. Kirishima inquires about his leg workout, immediately noticing that Izuku’s thighs are huge and muscular.

The photographer is less than amused, cutting off their chatter and regaining their focus on the shoot itself. With everyone now in work mode, the shoot proceeds without any hiccups. Everyone is having a great time, posing and working together. The group has a few laughs at certain moments, like when the photographer tries to talk Shouto into how to stand for his shots, only for the half and half hero to continue being incredibly awkward.

There’s another moment where Hero Red Riot does the splits while jumping in the air and poor Izuku is shown a side of the alpha he was unprepared to see. The hero’s pendulous balls are proven to be too much for the tight spandex of the costume and are spilling out of the sides, flopping around as he jumps.

They have to take a break after that particular incident because Izuku’s nose begins to bleed and he becomes a little light headed from the sudden sensation of blood rushing to his face. Once he’s calm again, and Kirishima meekly apologizes, the resume the photoshoot.

Deku’s turn comes at the end, and the idol is quick to fall into a comfortable zone of mental finesse. He changes poses without any instruction, able to show off his best angles effortlessly. The heroes sit back and watch in amazement as the shy omega becomes the most self-assured, confident one in the room. They’d be lying if anyone said that they didn’t all fall at least a little bit in love with the man by the end of the day.

Everyone’s wrapping up, grabbing all of their belongings and thanking the photographer for their hard work, when Izuku is once again surrounded by the pro-heroes. They’re all praising the omega for being so comfortable in front of the camera and flowing effortlessly from one pose to another. There are light-hearted demands to exchange numbers and promises of future meet ups.

All it takes is Deku’s puppy dog eyes aimed at his manager before the beta is slipping from the room, returning with a plethora of Deku merch and signed posters for the heroes.
By the time everything is said and done, Izuku’s phone has five new phone numbers, each with adorable emoji’s next to the pro-hero’s names and his manager is trying to figure out how to pencil in some lunch dates with his new friends.

Izuku bids farewell to the group, citing how he can’t stay any longer as he has to make some other preparations for the upcoming concert. The heroes all stay behind to huddle around Mirko and run through some of the photos together, laughing at some of the silly things caught on film.

Their heads all snap up when the door is suddenly opened and in walks Bakugo dressed in a kimono. His face is marred with his typical scowl, hands hidden in the sleeves of his top as he confidently strides to the group.

“The hell are you all wearing? What is this about meeting up for some sort of promotional get together? What the f-” The blonde hero stops short, eyes widening, nostrils flared and pupils dilating. He takes in several long breaths as he suddenly realizes that every single person in the room is carting around Deku merchandise.

Kirishima approaches him carefully, hands up to show he isn’t a threat as he tries to speak calmly to his best friend. “Hey man, you just missed everything. Mido-bro already left. The photo shoot is over. Are you okay?”

Katsuki’s eyes shoot to Kirishima’s, wild and dangerous as his teeth grind together. “Mido-bro? As in, Midoriya Izuku the idol known as Deku?! WAS HE HERE?!”

Kirishima chances a very confused glace back at his friends who only shrug at him, equally confused. “Uhhh yeah man. That’s what the whole photo shoot was for. It was a promotional shoot showcasing heroes and the Idol Deku together. Did you not read the email, Bakubro?”

Katsuki isn’t listening to him anymore though. He’s already prowling around, desperately trying to sniff out any remaining scent of Deku he can. When he looks like he’s about to tackle Todoroki and fight him for the Deku plushie he’s grasping, Mirko intervenes, loudly cackling while she all but drags the blonde bomb away like he wasn’t 12 seconds from going feral.

The others stand huddled together, ready to jump in if things go south, but Katsuki quickly calms when Mirko leads him to a small pile of items. There isn’t much, just some promotional things, but the Rabbit Hero explains that Izuku was bummed he missed getting to meet his favorite pro-hero Dynamight and made sure to leave behind some signed things, just in case.

Katsuki’s hands tremble as he reaches forward to pull a tea towel towards his face. His chest rumbles in an unfamiliar purr when the soft cloth covers his nose, and he inhales the most subtle scent of petrichor and mountain air.

Mirko leans away from him with a teasing grin as she pulls out her phone, quickly snapping a few photos and a single video of his odd behavior. Then she quickly moves over to her email, which contained the raw images from the day’s photo shoot, sent from the photographer for her final approval on which images would be acceptable for editing and posting.

“Ooh our precious Deku-bun was soooo adorable~ He was really disappointed he didn’t get to meet his /favorite/ hero, Dynamight-san~” Mirko teases while casually flipping through the images of just the idol by himself.

This catches Katsuki’s attention, finally pulling himself away from the fabric covering his face. He’s about to pester the woman into giving him more details, but he stops, breath caught in his throat as his once-mentor turns her phone towards the younger man.

The image on the phone shows Izuku squatting, one knee down and one knee up as he punches the area in front of him and winking at the camera. He’s in Mirko’s hero costume, which appears to be tailored to fit the omega’s frame. His thick thighs are proudly on display, stretching the fabric of the thigh high purple socks he’s donning. He even has the bunny tail proudly sitting atop his plump ass.

He realizes that he was subconsciously reaching to grab onto Mirko’s phone when she pulls it out of his reach. She tsks at him, evil smirk on her face as he glares up at her.
“Didn’t realize you were such a fanboy, Dynamight-san~”

The other heroes finally begin to walk over, hearing Mirko teasing their friend so openly about his apparent appreciation for the small omega. If any of them heard him growling while protectively covering his prized merch, they had the grace to not mention it. Although that didn’t stop any of them from joining in on teasing the explosion hero for being such a huge fan.

Katsuki has spent years carefully assuring no one would ever find out about his obsession with the idol, but with the cat out of the bag now, he glumly resigns himself to the teasing of his so-called friends. He occasionally grunts and growls as they all get too comfortable with poking fun and boastfully mentioning how wonderful and perfect Izuku was while here, but otherwise spends the time brooding.

They all laugh when Katsuki is told the story of how adorable Izuku was all blushing and nose bleeding when he got an eyeful of Kirishima’s balls. The blonde is suddenly threateningly shaking the red head back and forth while the other alpha bashfully laughs, hand rubbing the back of his head. Todoroki holds Katsuki back, preventing the hero from trying to cause any real damage to his friends.

Mirko seems to take great joy in the antics, but finally moves for a more peaceful resolution when she calls Katsuki back over to go through the images of Izuku together. It’s the first time Katsuki ever calls her by name as he thanks her for offering to send him some of the unedited images as an apology for him missing out of meeting someone he clearly is so excited for.

Katsuki resolutely states the other remaining heroes are dead to him until further notice since no one tried to contact him to assure he’d be present to meet his future mate. They all took it as the teasing it was meant to be, tossing back their own jabs.

When Katsuki returned home, he immediately went to his den, turned off all the lights and curled up with his new /scented/ items and scrolling through the photos Mirko sent him. His favorite was the one of Izuku kneeling down, but there was a second image of the idol from behind. In it, he was clearly speaking to someone, but Katsuki had cropped out whoever he was talking to in favor of only having green-haired man visible.

From behind, it was incredibly obvious how large the omega’s hips and ass were. They strained against the fabric of the leotard, cute little bunny tail sitting proudly atop the mound. Freckled cheeks were barely being covered by the material, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Katsuki brings the tea towel up to his face again, huffing the light scent as he grinds his palm against his hardened cock straining in his pants. He’d long since stripped himself of the suffocating kimono he was wearing earlier, body already overheating from the mere thought of being so close to meeting the beautiful omega.

He uses one hand to zoom in on his phone for a closer look at those plump cheeks and thick thighs. His other hand grips hard onto the base of his cock and he’s almost embarrassed about how quickly his knot is starting to fill out. His touch is all at once too much and not enough. Without much thought, he shoves his hand under his boxer briefs, hissing when his heated palm brushes against his throbbing dick.

Despite being alone, he feels like he’s in a mad dash to reach his peak, immediately starting up a brutal pace. At some point, he’s brought a portion of the tea towel into his mouth, suckling on the soft fabric to draw out any residual taste of the omega who touched it, while still greedily breathing in the rainy scent as best he can.

He can hear himself whining, his inner alpha not at all comforted with the small amount of scent in the item. Both Katsuki and his alpha crave to have the idol in their arms, trapped underneath them safe in their den, but this sad substitute will have to be enough for now.

Katsuki quickly flips to the other image of Deku squatting down, adorable wink and smile on his face. He’s so close to cumming, hand moving lightning fast up and down his cock, Deku’s name on his lips as he stares unblinkingly at the beautiful image of the omega of his dreams until finally, with a loud cry, he’s shooting cum up across his own abdomen.
His body trembles as he comes down from his high. Katsuki has to grip tightly onto his knot, the cool air too much against his heated skin, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. His breath is a staccato rhythm, gasping intermittently while he greedily tries to bask in the scent surrounding his nose and mouth from the towel.

When he can finally stop seeing sound and hearing colors, he lays back star fishing on his bed, dragging the tea towel from his face with his clean hand. He takes a moment staring at his ceiling, his arms tingling with the aftereffects of his explosive orgasm. Everything just felt more intense with the very real scent of his dream omega.

Katsuki cleans his hand and stomach off with a paper towel then pulls his phone up to once again stare at the image still on screen. His voice is quiet and gravely as he speaks to it. “I can’t believe I missed getting to meet you. Everyone said you were just as sweet and wonderful as you seem when you’re on camera.”

There’s a sudden sadness that overtakes the euphoric feeling from his orgasm that leaves the alpha with an empty sensation. He knows he’ll never really get the option of mating with such a perfect omega just because they’re both somewhat famous. They’re in two completely different worlds and he’s missed his one shot to even meet the man. Besides, what would someone as sweet and perfect as Deku want with an alpha as brash and loud as him?

There’s a few more moments of sullen silence before Katsuki rolls his eyes and slaps his own cheeks. He’s Katsuki fucking Bakugo and he’s never said ‘I can’t’ before and he sure as shit won’t start now! The group of terrors that insist are friends said they exchanged numbers with the omega and are making plans on meeting up with him eventually. He will have another chance.

Until then, Bakugo decides to focus his energy on continuing being the fucking best and looking forward to the upcoming concert. He may not get to be near the omega, but at least he could continue being a fan from a distance.

///

The weeks leading up to the concert go by quickly, almost alarmingly so. It’s as if the entire city is on their best behavior in anticipation for the event. Crime is at an all time low and citizens are going about their days with a pep in their steps. Katsuki is no exception as every day closer to the concert finds him in an increasingly happier mood.

The hero has been more willing to pose with his fans for spontaneous photos, even willingly offering to sign merch without any gruff words. He still gives his customary glare and lip raise, but by now the public is more than accustomed to his demeanor. All in all, the blonde doesn’t think he’s had an easier month in his whole life.

Katsuki even notes to himself that his group of monsters don’t feel quite as overbearing. Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that they’ve all come to quickly realize that they can quell the beast with random photos of Izuku. Now that they’re all part of a group chat with the idol, they are blessed with selfies from the omega himself at random times.

Katsuki is /not/ jealous.

But he does make the group a huge, delicious dinner when they finally approach the alpha one day with a compilation of Deku images. The blonde grumbles something about being unable to stand the idea that they are all regularly putting trash in their stomachs, but they all just smile to themselves, having years of experience reading between the lines. If they hear the alpha humming to himself while he cooks, they don’t mention it.

///

On the night of the concert, Katsuki arrives 4 hours early completely decked out from head to toe in Deku merchandise. His so-called friends completely ignored his threatening shouts and spent two grueling weeks uploading photos and videos to their social media accounts of proof that Dynamight is a die-hard Deku fan.

Several media sites crashed as fans all over the world gushed and cooed at the very notion that the explosive hero had such a soft spot for Japan’s Sweetheart. Once the first few images went up, fans in the city began acting like it was some sort of Where’s Waldo scavenger hunt. Suddenly there was an overwhelming number of blurry images and videos being posted by random civilians of Bakugo dressed in his disguises standing in line to purchase more merch.

The only good part about the whole situation is that now the hero doesn’t feel the need to hide anymore. Hell, if anything, it’s become much easier to obtain his precious items now that the public is fully aware. Maybe he gets first pick now as merchants go out of their way to ensure Japan’s Number 5 Hero has a chance at purchasing whatever he wants in exchange for some photos and autographs. Maybe Katsuki takes full advantage of this fact. No one will ever know.

So here the hero stands, an imposing figure with a scowl on his face, a limited edition Deku fan in one hand, Deku plush in the other, a light up necklace around his neck, and a large button with Izuku’s beautiful face adorning it on his shirt. Other people in line with him are trying to take as many photos as possible of the alpha, still somewhat blown away with how adorable he is while still being so intimidating.

Time trickles by too slowly while Katsuki waits at the venue doors. He gets into a heated debate with another guy after the man states he’s Deku’s number one fan. A crowd quickly forms around the two men spitting facts back and forth about the idol. Katsuki reigns victorious when the man messes up a trivia fact about Izuku, puffing his chest and proudly boasting that he will forever be the real number one when it comes to Deku.

The bouncers let out a sigh of relief at the realization that they won’t have to step in between a Dynamight fight when he and the fan suddenly switch from arguing to simping. They begin showing one another photos and videos of the idol, fanboying over the adorable omega and seemingly joining forces, deep diving into all the reasons why Izuku Midoriya is the best.

The two alphas are seen shaking hands in agreement, a strange air of simp-approval between them before the doors are opened and everyone is allowed inside the concert hall. Katsuki quickly makes his way to the front of the venue to take his seat, heart already racing as he realizes exactly how close he will be to the stage, to Izuku.

It takes another 40 minutes, which feels like a lifetime, for the lights to finally begin to dim. The crowd goes from a mediocre buzz of talking to a cacophonous roar. People are screaming, clapping and stomping as the first chord sounds out, the colored lights overtaking the stage. Deku begins to sing, but he’s nowhere to be seen yet and the crowd is absolutely loving it.

From the center of the stage, a small secret panel comes open and slowly raises the omega himself, headset mic in place and a smile that puts the sun to shame. As soon as he’s on level flooring, Izuku begins strutting around, singing beautifully and waving to the crowd. His first song finishes with everyone going ballistic, but the idol gets everyone to quiet down quickly, welcoming his adoring fans and thanking them for their continued support.

Katsuki was waving his fan around like a madman, whistling and singing along where he stands. He hangs on every word from the omega during his short opening, joining many others in shouting out their undying love before the start of the second song.

Four songs into the concert, Deku makes a surprising announcement that he’d like to perform a brand-new song that he’s been working on. A new love song inspired by someone special, someone he considered his personal hero. A hush falls over the entire concert hall as music starts, Izuku’s voice filling the silence. He barely makes it through the first verse and into the chorus when the lights are shut off and an explosion rings out from the side lines.

People are screaming and scrambling as they try to figure out what’s going on. The overhead lights blaze back on, blinding everyone in their sudden appearance and it takes a moment for Katsuki to reorient himself. Once he does, he feels his blood freeze as he realizes what’s happening.

There’s a man on the stage grasping Izuku’s wrist and tugging. The alpha growls low and threatening when he hears the freckled man whimper in pain. Katsuki’s blasting his way up on stage faster than he can think it through, fist connecting with the lower jaw of the portly man that dares to lay a hand on the omega.

The guy goes careening backwards, hand already delicately cupping his jaw. Katsuki stands protectively in front of the idol, pupils in a slit and hands popping with mini-explosions as he says, “Who the hell are you and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

The guy stands on shaky legs, laughing haughtily and responds, “I’m finally taking my omega out of here. He’s been calling for me and I’m here to bring him home! Get out of the way of our love, Dynamight!”

For the first time, Katsuki is struck speechless. He blinks, turns to questioningly look back at the idol, then looks forward again at the man. “The fuck are you on about? Deku doesn’t belong to you, ya psycho! I suggest you get the hell out of here before I arrest you.”

The man has the audacity to roll his eyes at the hero, shaking his head like Katsuki’s nothing more than a petulant child. “You’re standing in the way of true love. Didn’t you hear it? The song! He sings for me, for us!” As he speaks, he gestures with his hands wildly, spittle spewing from his lips and a wild look in his eyes.

“Please, sir, I don’t even know you! I’m sorry, but I don’t love you,” Izuku finally says. His voice carries across the venue through his headset.

“Izuku, my sweet, you don’t have to pretend anymore. We can run away together, no more hiding our love. I know you’ve written those love songs for me, baby,” the man says, reaching forward as if to grab hold of the omega again.

The idol is about to say something again, but Katsuki takes the opportunity to take the man’s wrist in his hand, twisting it behind his back and kicking behind his knee until the man falls to the ground. The would-be villain cries out, begging to be released so he can run away with his mate, but Katsuki just rolls his eyes and yells out to the bouncers that are finally rushing onto stage to take over. He instructs them to call for police, giving them a rundown of how to properly contain the man until they are able to arrive.

The crowd of people begin to clap for the hero, shouts of congratulations and thanks for Dynamight stepping up to handle the situation. Despite the praise, Katsuki is upset at having ruined the concert, nearly forgetting that Izuku is standing directly behind him until there’s a small hand tapping his shoulder and the softest voice says, “Dynamight-san?”
Katsuki turns to see that it seems that Deku has removed his headset so that he can speak to the hero in private. The blonde is immediately star struck, looking into the brightest forest-green eyes he’s ever seen.

“Thank you for saving me, Dynamight-san!”

“You’re perfect,” the hero mumbles.

The idol tilts his head adorably, still smiling up at him as he asks, “What was that? Sorry I missed what you said.”

Katsuki shakes his head of his thoughts, puffs his chest and smirks in a way he knows drives everyone crazy. “I said, you can call me Deku. I’m a huge fan of yours, Katsuki.”

There’s a moment of silence as it dawns on the alpha what he’s just said and he’s about to go find a hole he can crawl into when he hears a bell-like laugh. Izuku’s hand is covering his mouth as he desperately tries to keep his giggles in, failing miserably and tears already starting to bead at the corner of his eyes.

“I’m- I’m s-sorry for laughing, Ka-Ka-,” he continues to giggle intermittently, unable to finish his sentence. Izuku has to take a moment to breathe deeply before righting himself, wiping the tears from his eyes delicately to avoid messing up his stage makeup.

“Whew. Sorry about that, Katsuki-san. I was going to introduce myself, but I can see you already know who I am. This is a good look for you, Hero,” Izuku flips the light up necklace with a single finger, a coy smile taking over his face.

Katsuki’s face is overtaken by a rosy blush, suddenly overwhelmingly embarrassed at being caught wearing such gaudy, childish items in front of the beautiful specimen in front of him. His mouth is dry and his tongue feels two sizes too big, but he swallows down the lump in his throat and tries for a level of confidence he definitely doesn’t feel in the moment.

“I guess I just know what I like. Uh, are you okay, Deku? That guy didn’t hurt you, did he?” The blonde’s scarlet hues pass over the entirety of Izuku’s body in an attempt to find any possible injuries.

Izuku’s face softens slightly as he winks at the alpha, playfully twirling and giving the blonde an eyeful of luscious hips, a plump ass, and thick, mouth-watering thighs. “Thanks to you, I’m perfectly fine, Katsuki-san! You really saved me out there. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for being my hero and coming to my rescue.”

The idol winks, grinning jovially and giggling when he sees the large alpha sputter and blush at the compliments.

“I’m sorry to cut this short, but if you don’t mind following me off stage really quick, I’d love to give you a VIP pass as thanks. It’ll give you access to the meet-and-greet after the show, if you’re intere-”

“Yes, I’d love to!” Katsuki, interrupts. He bites his tongue, realizes how eager and loud he was, shouting at the poor omega like some rabid fan instead of a well-respected hero.
It doesn’t seem to bother Izuku one bit, though, as he just stifles his laughter and begins to walk off stage where his manager is anxiously waiting to check on him. After the beta woman has the chance to give a once-over to the idol and ensure he’s really safe, she bows deep in thanks to Katsuki, practically in tears as she praises his quick thinking and efficient villain take-down.

She’s more than happy to hand over a VIP pass on a lanyard to the hero, informing him that he can return to his seat for now, but when the show is over, he should head over to the side entrance of the stage and await further instruction. With that, she’s off in a flurry of movement to discuss with the police that have finally arrived and the remaining crew working in the concert hall.

The crowd waits with bated breath until they see Katsuki re-emerge from the back of the stage. The moment they see him, they erupt in a wave of clapping and hooting calls. The sound of an announcer over the speakers crackles to life thanking Hero Dynamight for saving the show.

Katsuki gives some awkward waves and pinched smiles to the crowd as he makes his way back to his designated spot in the front row. The people around him push forward for the chance at thanking the hero and asking for autographs. The blonde signs a few Deku pieces, wondering silently how many people show up to concerts with their own markers.
It takes about 15 minutes, but the lights dim once more, Deku’s bubbly voice coming from the speakers thanking everyone for their patience and announcing the show will be continuing momentarily. When the omega finally flounces onto the stage again, he’s met with the roar of the crowd screaming their love for the man. Izuku smiles bright, waving and blowing kisses to everyone as the band comes back onto stage and the first few chords of a new song begins.

Katsuki stands in his spot, eyes never leaving Izuku’s frame, heart thundering in his chest. He can hardly believe that he not only met the omega, but was blessed enough to receive a VIP pass to meet up with him again after the show. Is this the Lucky Bakugo era? Should he perhaps try to find a raffle on his way home to test how lucky he really is?
Katsuki’s eyes widen and he feels his heart skip a beat when Izuku, right before starting the first set of lyrics, meets his gaze, smiles and says, “This one’s for you, Hero.”

Katsuki absolutely does /not/ swoon.

He does, however, spend the remainder of the concert dreaming of a grand wedding and adorable freckled pups. Still, he watches the omega dancing around the stage and singing his heart out.

When the concert is over, Izuku stands in the center of the stage, sweating and panting slightly from working so hard. His smile is bright, and cheeks are flushed, but he still waves at his adoring fans, thanking everyone for coming out and apologizing again for the craziness in the middle of everything.

There are hundreds of flowers being thrown from the audience onto the stage as people scream and clap, chanting Izuku’s stage name and begging for an encore. The omega giggles into his headset and preps for a final song, enchanting the crowd with his soft voice once more.

When the encore is over, Izuku bows and walks off stage, the overhead lights coming back on signaling the end of the event. People begin shuffling out, excitedly chattering about the concert and Dynamight’s heroic save. Meanwhile, Katsuki tries to remember how to breathe as he makes his way to the stage’s side entrance, flashing his VIP badge and following the alpha guard down a long hall.

The guard knocks on a closed door, then promptly leaves when it’s opened by Izuku’s manager. She guides the hero inside and informs him that the idol is just changing real quick and will be in shortly. She takes some time to offer some snacks and a bottle of water before guiding them both to a set of couches.

“Thank you again, Dynamight, for stepping in and saving Izuku.”

Katsuki clears his throat before responding, “No thanks necessary. It’s my job to ensure the safety of our community, and that includes any idols in my vicinity.”

The woman, Sachi, chuckles lightly, waving off Katsuki’s attempt at humility. Her eyes narrow and a shit-eating grin the Cheshire Cat would be jealous of spreads across her face. “So, Dynamight, you sure were getting cozy with my sweet Izuku on stage after the rescue. You were practically a knight in shining armor.”

The hair on the back of Katsuki’s neck stands on end and goosebumps litter his skin. He gets the distinct feeling he’s standing in front of a lion’s den as he peers at the beta in front of him. Her smile appears charming, but there’s an underlying fierceness, like a mother bear protecting her cubs, that keeps the alpha on high alert.

“I wouldn’t say cozy, per se- why? Did Izuku say something?” Katsuki practically glows with the thought of him and the omega looking cozy together.

Before anything further could be said, Izuku enters the room, water still slightly weighing down his green curls. The omega looks soft and freshly washed as he makes his way over to the couches, plopping down next to his manager and accepting the drink she offers him.

“Katsuki! Good to see you again! Did you enjoy the rest of the concert?” Deku delicately takes a sip from his water, eyes catching on the light up necklace still around the hero’s neck.

The blonde’s attention remains 100% on the small omega as he responds, “Of course! You were amazing. Uh, thanks again for the VIP pass, you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense, I wouldn’t miss the chance to meet up with my number one fan,” he says, while pointing out all of the obvious Deku merch adorning the alpha.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, leaning back into the couch. “Ha ha, very funny. Just because I’m a hero doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to have interests outside of work.”

Sachi excuses herself, giving the two time to talk while she leaves to make some phone calls.

“Speaking of interests and hero work, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? It isn’t often I have the chance to sit with a real hero.”

The alpha’s chest swells with pride as he sees the idol bashfully smile at him. He’s quick to agree to whatever the other wants, as long as he can continue talking to the omega. It only takes a few questions before Izuku’s hands are twitching and wringing together. It’s obvious he’s itching for something, but Katsuki has no idea what.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Katsuki asks, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Oh, um, no, not at all. I just- normally- it’s silly really. You’ll laugh.” Izuku bites his lower lip, abusing the flesh enough to make it plump and cherry red.

“I’d never laugh at you, Izuku,” Katsuki responds, voice resolute and full of promise.

Izuku attempts to hide his nerves with a light laugh. “It’s just- well, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to jot down a few of your answers? I was a bit disappointed we didn’t get to meet during Mirko-san’s photoshoot. Everyone else was so nice and I’m a bit of a hero enthusiast. They all were so kind when I asked them a bunch of questions and I even got to see their quirks up close after the session was over.”

There’s a rush of irritation that spikes in Katsuki’s mind at the reminder that he missed out on working with Izuku, but he tamps it down just a quick. “A nerd idol huh? Gonna take notes on me?”

His inner alpha roars in glee. The most perfect omega is sitting in front of him asking to know more about him and even take notes?! He’d rather chew off his own arm than deny the beautiful man such a simple request.

Izuku laughs, already pulling out a notebook from a bag laying on a side table. “Yes, that’s the plan.”

They spend at least 30 minutes of Izuku asking questions and Katsuki giving detailed answers. They exchange playful banter, teasing each other for their clear obsession with one another.

“Jeez Dynamight, I’ve gotten more insider information from you tonight than any journalist has from any of your previous interviews. You must really like me, huh,” the idol teases.
“You’re not some vulture trying to make my words into something they’re not. It’s different.”

“Awww, so you don’t like me then? And here I thought we were getting along so well, Hero.”

“Tch, you little shit, I didn’t say that! Are you always such a brat?”

Izuku laughs brightly, electing not to respond as Katsuki rolls his eyes.

Their impromptu interview quickly devolves after Katsuki makes a quip about Izuku being a nerd and the omega retaliates by throwing his empty water bottle at the alpha.

They spend several minutes chasing one another around the room like children, throwing small items like balled up paper towels or décor couch pillows at each other. Izuku squeals from one side of the couch, Katsuki on the other, standing at a stalemate.

“What now Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight? It seems we are equally matched.”

“A truce then?” Katsuki offers.

Izuku nods, giggling as they both collapse onto the couch and try to catch their breath. Katsuki glances at the omega, wondering if the smaller male realizes they basically engaged in a courting behavior with the spontaneous game of chase. The blonde has never shied away from what he wants, and he won’t start now. The signs are there, the playful banter, the chase, the ease around one another.

With a deep breath, Katsuki turns his body to better face the younger man, saying, “Deku-Izuku, stop me if I’m reading too much into this, but I really like you and you seem to like me too. I don’t have an appropriate gift, but I’ll get you one.”

Izuku sits up, also turning to face the other, confusion written clearly on his face. “What are you saying? What gift?”

The tips of Katsuki’s ears burn, but he keeps his eyes trained on the emerald orbs staring back at him. He’s so far out of his element, never having done something like this before, but he won’t back down.

“A courting gift. For you. From me.”

They stare at one another in silence, both blushing. Izuku finally releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. It comes out as a shuddered sigh, brows pinching together in disbelief.

“Oh, a c-courting gift? For me? From you? Ah, I-I don’t know what to say. That would be- I mean- it would- I would be honored!”

Katsuki’s more than thrilled. He’s grinning, reaching forward to hold Izuku’s soft hands.

“But…”

And just as quickly as the heavens opened up, it all comes crashing down. A pit opens at the base of his stomach and he feels himself falling.

Izuku begins to panic slightly seeing the crestfallen look on the alpha’s face. “Oh no no no. This isn’t a rejection, Katsuki. I just- uhm. We just met! I’d-” he trails off, suddenly feeling sheepish in front of the massive hero. He can practically feel his freckles disappearing under the hazy dusting of ruby red overtaking his face. When he speaks again, the words tumble out past his lips in a hushed whisper.

“I’d like to get to know you a bit better before anything official, Kacchan.”

Katsuki isn’t sure what to feel at this moment. He was rejected, but not really. Izuku did say it wasn’t really a rejection, but rather a delay of acceptance? And he very clearly said he wanted to spend more time together, getting to know one another, which is a damn good thing, right?

Wait, did Katsuki have a stroke or did he just hear Izuku call him-

“Kacchan?” Katsuki asks aloud.

Izuku shrugs a shoulder, a wobbly smile half forming. “I think it’s cute…kinda like you.”

Katsuki preens, chest swelling and inner alpha thumping its chest in glee. “I’m gonna court the shit outta you, just you wait! You’ll be courted to death.”

There’s three solid seconds of silence before Katsuki realizes that Izuku is trembling. He reaches out to touch the younger man, but is stopped when the omega’s head lifts and the most beautifully ridiculous laughter bubbles out. Tears stream down freckled cheeks and his shoulders shake with the force of his mirth. Izuku snorts randomly between peals of awkward gasping laughs.

Katsuki is briefly reminded of a seal when Izuku begins to clap, no real sound coming from him anymore as his laughter gets out of control.

Katsuki’s never been more in love.

The alpha feels the contagious bubble of glee welling up and he does his best to ignore it as he pushes the chortling omega over. It’s enough to finally get the idol to at least start laughing normally again, breathing deep only to release all the air as raucous laughter.

Katsuki releases a single scoffed laugh, shaking his head at the man in front of him, “You’re ridiculous. Don’t laugh at me or I’ll give you a real reason to laugh.”

Despite his words, Izuku chuckles more, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself, wiping tears from his emerald eyes. “I’m sorry, Kacchan, that was just so funny. I don’t think anyone has ever threatened to 'court someone to death’ before.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes affectionately, reaching out to pinch a freckled cheek hard enough to make the omega whine. “I don’t do anything half-assed, nerd. I meant it when I asked to court you, and I respect your desire for us to know each other better first. Just understand that I intend to follow this through til the end. You won’t get away from me.”

Izuku rubs his throbbing cheek with a light glare as he listens to the hero, nodding along in agreement before a smile lights up his face. “I’m looking forward to it, Kacchan!”

The two exchange numbers and vow to keep in touch. It hardly seems real that they’ve only just formally met, but despite the fluffy feelings they clearly have, they know this will be a drawn out process. With Katsuki still aiming for the Number One spot and being busy with hero work, while Izuku still needs to focus on his music, finding time for one another will be difficult at best.

Izuku assures the hero that even with his busy schedule, he at least will be staying in the city for a while. Now that his tour is officially over, he will be working on a new set of songs and setting up interviews over the next several months.

Katsuki does his best to respect Izuku’s time, but he can hardly keep himself from constantly sending texts to the little omega. In an effort to try to not seem too needy, Katsuki usually texts still images of the cityscape during his patrols. In turn, Izuku will often send the alpha random photos of his meal.

The two don’t always have time to have dedicated conversations, but will maintain communication with their photo stories. Once, Katsuki sent a rare selfie of himself and two small children. The pups looked over the moon at getting to have a photo with the hero, each wearing some form of Dynamight merch.

Izuku immediately makes it his background photo on his lock screen, then screen shots it and sends it to Katsuki. The blonde feels his phone buzz as he wanders through his home on his way to bathroom to shower the day’s sweat from his aching body. He opts to wait until after his shower to look at whatever was sent to him, knowing it was from Izuku and wanting to have that little bubble of happiness while he’s relaxing in his den.

When he finally crawls into his bed and drags his phone in front of him, be croons into the quiet of his room, inner alpha more than satisfied with his Omega’s adorable antics. He immediately shoots off a text to the idol, calling him a hero-nerd followed up by a single orange heart.

He doesn’t get a text back, but he’s not worried. He knows Izuku is busy and will respond when he has time to do so. Instead, Katsuki curls up with a Deku plush, wishing it were the man himself, but content enough to fall asleep, dreams filled with jade orbs, bright smiles, and chocolate dusted cheeks.

Days turn to weeks, the two continuing their exchange of random photos. Katsuki sends gym selfies after Izuku lets slip that he’s /mildly/ obsessed with the alpha’s physique. Izuku in turn sends goofy faces to keep the hero in high spirits when he has tougher days. It didn’t take long for Katsuki to find a photo he liked enough to put as his own lock screen; a black and white image of Izuku playing a piano, eyes downcast and nearly completely shut, his mouth parted ever so slightly, and delicate fingers arched over the keys.

Somewhere in the middle of everything, the hero is bombarded by the repercussions of jumping on stage at the concert. Fans had captured the moment Katsuki took care of the villain and spoke with the idol, the videos and photos going viral instantly. Media outlets all over scrambled to get their hands on the least grainy proofs they could, all speculating if there’s something more going on between them.

On the other hand, fellow heroes had been given a ridiculous amount of ammo to tease the explosive alpha with. His group of so-called friends were especially annoying, poking the bear repeatedly about how adorable Katsuki looked fully decked out in Deku merch while he saved the day. Katsuki does his best not to maim anyone, knowing it will eventually die down.

It’s then that he realizes that the group that participated in the photo shoot already had Deku’s number and were in constant contact with the omega already. The traitors. Kirishima has to play mediator for a whole week to keep everyone safe from the jealous alpha. It finally comes to a truce when they all decide to just make one big group chat including several heroes from the original Class 1A and the idol Deku.

Now Katsuki’s annoyed for a very different reason as everyone has a main place to tease the two about their possible relationship and requests for everyone to meet up regularly. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Katsuki’s pleased his pseudo-pack seems to really like his intended omega, but he’s a bit restless considering they aren’t really courting yet, and he worries Izuku will realize there’s someone better for him.

On a particularly exasperating day, where Katsuki has been approached 12 too many times to be asked about his potential connection to the idol, the hero shoots off a text to the man in question, “send me something to keep me from punching the damn nosy ass reporters.”

The blonde uses his explosions to jet off from roof top to roof top, completely over being on the ground level for now. He feels the tell-tell vibrations of his phone indicating he received a message back and immediately pulls the device from the designated compartment. His brain immediately glitches, eyes widening and pupils dilating as he greedily takes in the image he was sent.

Katsuki’s brain does it’s best to clear the error message and reboot itself, but it’s too little too late as he slams full force head on into a billboard. Fortunately, no one is around to see his blunder. He sits up, nose bleeding and head spinning as he tries to regroup. He picks up his phone from the ground, thankful the screen is still intact and immediately moves back to the image that had distracted him.

It’s definitely an image of Izuku, laying on his stomach with a pillow under his hips. It looks like he’s only wearing a long shirt and maybe some sort of booty shorts underneath. He has the pointer finger of his right hand gently tugging down his lower lip, all pouty and swollen. The pillow is only further accentuating the swell of his ass since it’s being propped up. The shirt barely covering the halfway mark of his cheeks, but the angle of the image is perfectly preventing anything from being seen.

If Katsuki’s nose wasn’t bleeding from slamming into an immovable object, it would be flowing for an entirely different reason. Already he can feel his length hardening, making his pants uncomfortably tight, despite how baggy they are. His eyes rapidly scan over every inch of the image, greedily taking in every curve he’s been blessed with.

Sure, they’ve been flirty when they talk, but this is without a doubt the most intimate image he’s ever received from the omega. Katsuki’s alpha is practically running in circles and howling its joy as it celebrates the freckled man’s naughty advance.

The hero must take too much time staring, because the three little dots at the bottom of his screen keep popping up and disappearing just as quickly. The nerd must be overthinking what he sent and nervous about how the alpha will respond. The blonde readjusts himself where he sits, unsure of how to respond. He’d love to send an equally risqué photo, but he’s in the middle of patrol and very obviously in uniform. It wouldn’t do well if he was caught in an inappropriate moment by some random civilian, or worse, the media.

Instead, he opts to switch to the voice recorder, holding the base of his phone close to his lips before pressing record. He lets out a breath that’s mixed with a growl, saying, “Fuuuuck Izuku, you’re such a tease.”

He sends it immediately, not wanting to say too much and risk scaring the little omega.

The three little dots disappear for far longer than before, finally popping up again and staying present to indicate a real response.

‘Was it enough of a distraction, Kacchan?’

Katsuki has to reign himself in again. That cute little nickname floating around in his head and the naughty image still very visible on his screen.

‘Shit yeah, so distracting I nearly broke my own nose. It was perfect.’ He leaves out how he thinks Izuku’s perfect, again worried about coming on too strong.

The rest of the day goes much better after their brief interaction. When he meets up with Kirishima at the end of their patrol, the red-head questions what has the alpha in such high spirits, but only gets a shrug as a response.

“Ah, must be Deku related then if you aren’t even trying to blow up my face,” he jokes.

Katsuki rolls his eyes but does nothing to deny the claim. Instead, he pulls out his phone again once he’s removed most of his uniform and opens up his chatlog with Izuku, quickly typing out something then finishing getting undressed so he can shower and get home.

The blonde doesn’t get a response until he’s on his trek home, but he doesn’t mind. He opens their conversation and sees Izuku excitedly agreeing to coming over for dinner. They chat back and forth to settle on a good day for their plans, finally agreeing to the following Wednesday evening.

With that scored away, the hero settles in his bed already going through a possible menu of items he can cook to best impress the idol.

///

Dinner is a complete failure. Katsuki is late getting off patrol after he ends up having to go on a chase for a villain that is able to melt asphalt. It takes way longer than he’s willing to admit for Katsuki to finally take him down. Fortunately, he already went grocery shopping the night prior. Unfortunately, by the time he gets home and showers there’s only about 30 minutes before Izuku is supposed to show up.

Katsuki’s in the middle of overlooking three different pots on the stove when his doorbell rings, dragging his attention away from what he’s working on. Izuku looks like the picture of perfection, even more beautiful than the last time they saw one another.

The blonde is so distracted, he completely forgets he’s in the middle of dinner. It isn’t under Izuku sniffs the air delicately, face contorting into mild disgust as he asks, “Is something burning?”

Katsuki has a slight panic, screaming something about spinach puffs before he’s darting back into his kitchen to try and save the situation. When he opens the oven, smoke is billowing out, startling him enough that he jumps, causing his arm to make contact with the edge of the open oven door. He yelps in pain, dropping the tray of spinach puffs to the ground. Cursing loudly, he slams the door shut and moves to stand, his shoulder hitting the wooden spoon he left sitting in the pot of red sauce. The spoon clatters loudly, upturning and flinging thick red sauce all over Katsuki’s shirt.

Izuku comes running into the kitchen, hand covering his mouth as he gasps. There before him is Katsuki, kneeling on the ground with red covering his front and burnt pastries all around him. The blonde is growling lowly, clearly upset.

The omega finds himself kneeling in front of the agitated alpha, chirping softly to gain his attention. Katsuki is stubborn though, not wanting to meet his eyes as he laments the destroyed dinner. It takes some work, but Izuku finally gets Katsuki to stand and shuffles him off to his room to change. Meanwhile, Izuku sets about cleaning up the disaster in the kitchen area, throwing away practically everything and washing as many dishes as possible.

By the time Katsuki returns, sullen and defeated, Izuku was in the process of drying his hands. They look at one another, unsure of how to proceed. The omega blessedly speaks first, soft and reassuring. “I’m sorry it didn’t turn out the way you wanted. Perhaps, we could salvage some of it and make something different together?”

The blonde’s brows are pinched together, his lips in a pout, but he still looks up at his date and nods. The two finish cleaning up, taking inventory of what is worth keeping and what should be tossed. In the end, they agree to keep the rice, still fluffy and untouched by the disaster, and the sliced green onion. Everything else was too far gone to save.

Fortunately, since Katsuki had recently done some shopping, he still had some chicken in his fridge and he always kept his pantry well stocked with necessities. It was decided that they would make some katsudon together. Izuku was humming and smiling, swaying his hips to some internal beat as they worked side by side. When Katsuki finally asked why he was so chipper when the blonde had basically destroyed everything, Izuku simply said, “Katsudon is my favorite! And now I get to make it with you, so I’m really happy.”

Katsuki can feel his ears heat and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Damn nerd was too cute for his own good. How could he be expected to behave when the omega behaved like this? Instead of testing the boundaries though, Katsuki just lifts a leg in a half bend and lightly kicks Izuku’s bubble butt, causing the other to giggle cutely.

They finish cooking together like a well-oiled machine, as if they’ve worked together their whole lives. When they finally sit at the dinning room table, the blonde is in a much better mood. The two spend the entire evening teasing one another and talking about everything and nothing. With dinner done, they move seamlessly to the couch, turning on a movie that they completely ignore in favor of bickering about various quirks and their uses.

Izuku is holding one of Katsuki’s couch pillows in his lap while they converse, scenting the fabric with his wrist glands every time he squeezes the item excitedly. Katsuki wishes the night wouldn’t end, but alas the evening draws to a close when Izuku receives a message reminding him of an upcoming interview in the morning.

There’s an awkward moment by the door, neither certain if they’re willing to cross the invisible line of their relationship. Katsuki finally clicks his tongue and pulls the omega into his chest, wrapping only one arm around the man to give him a chance to back away if it’s too much. Thankfully, Izuku snuggles closer, wrapping both of his arms around the taller male’s frame. It’s enough to finally encourage Katsuki to bring his forgotten arm up and allow his digits to tangle themselves in the softest viridian curls he’s ever experienced.

As they pull apart, Katsuki makes sure to casually rub his wrist lightly along Izuku’s neck and shirt collar to leave his scent behind. He tries to not make it super obvious that he’s scenting the omega, but he’s obviously caught when Izuku giggles and offers up his own wrist. Katsuki’s eyes widen in surprise, but he only hesitates for a moment before his wrist meets the proffered one in front of him. When their glands touch, they both inhale sharply, tingles shooting up their arms from the connection.

It’s not as intimate as rubbing their neck glands, but it’s certainly a step in the right direction. It’s usually reserved for those within the same pack, friends, family, or occasionally, courting individuals. They continue scenting for a few moments, leaving both lightheaded and a bubbly feeling in their stomachs.

When Izuku steps over the threshold of the door, their hands are still somewhat intertwined, both reluctant to let go. The omega peeks over his shoulder, an adorable flush sitting high on his cheeks as he smiles softly, whispering a goodbye.

Katsuki tightens his grip minutely before finally releasing his hold, watching the idol leave his home, shutting the door when he can no longer see the other. Instead of heading straight to the kitchen to clean up the remaining dishes, Katsuki beelines to the couch, picking up the pillow Izuku had been holding onto and smooshes it against his face, breathing deep.

Butterflies start dancing in his stomach, and he belatedly realizes he’s actually crooning alone in the room, calling out to an omega that’s no longer there. He collapses onto the couch, nose still pressed to the fabric as he bathes in the scent of petrichor. He closes his eyes and is able to envision being on a mountaintop after a rainstorm.

The dinner date may have started off rough, but there’s no denying their chemistry. They cooked together, had wonderful conversation and even scented before Izuku left. Katsuki’s unsure how long he lays on the couch before finally dragging himself to his den, but he makes sure to bring the couch pillow with him, tucking it into his chest so he can have the comforting scent of his intended omega close as he falls asleep.

///

The following weeks pass without much incident. Katsuki has taken it upon himself to purchase random items he wouldn’t normally, soft blankets, squishmallows, and small sweets. He hoards them in his home for whenever he’s blessed enough to have Izuku over again. Aside from that, every time he finds hero-related merchandise in his own colors or All Might related, he snags it up instantly, reaching out to Izuku’s manager for details on how to leave the gifts for the omega to find.

In turn, Izuku makes extra effort to send Katsuki more selfies and sweet messages, promising to visit as often as possible. They don’t always get to have a lot of time together, usually having to combine menial tasks with quality time. They’re currently out doing some grocery shopping together, both heavily disguised to not be swarmed by fans while they ventures down different aisles. As the two bicker about a new hot sauce, their phones ping simultaneously. Izuku reaches for his phone, while Katsuki ignores his, opting to sneakily add the hot sauce to their basket instead.

“Oh, Kacchan! Everyone wants to get together for some karaoke.”

Instead of responding, Katsuki gently places his wide hand along Izuku’s lower back, guiding the distracted idol into the next aisle to continue picking up ingredients.

Izuku’s fingers are practically flying across the screen as he quickly agrees on both of their behalf. Their phones blow up with excited chatter from the others in the group chat excited to all meet up for a fun night. Katsuki tries not to pout too much at the thought of having to share the omega with everyone else, effectively quelled when Izuku smiles brightly up at him, eyes shining as he wraps his arm around Katsuki’s.

The blonde briefly hears the sound of a whip echo inside of his head, knowing full well he could never deny anything the little omega asks for. They walk together to pay for their items, Izuku excitedly rambling about hanging out with everyone soon. He mentions something about rearranging his schedule and making sure to send his manager a message, but he’s determined to not miss out on karaoke.

Katsuki pinches his cheek, murmuring that the idol shouldn’t be so excited to sing when that’s literally his profession, but his words hold nothing but clear affection for the bubbly omega. They set out back to Katsuki’s place to make a quick but nutritious meal before meeting up with the other heroes.

The two arrive at karaoke together, surprised that there’s already a relatively large group. Most are heroes that Izuku previously met during the photoshoot, but he’s pleased to see a few additional heroes he hasn’t met before.

Katsuki becomes somewhat grumpy having to watch the omega he wants to court gushing over other heroes, jumping from one hero to another and rapidly asking questions about their quirks. The blonde tries not to be too overbearing, but feels his inner alpha rear up in outrage when he notices Sero getting too close, flashing his charming smile at the omega. Suddenly, Katsuki is standing between the two, glaring and near growling at his friend, who only lifts his hands in surrender before backing down.

After that, the explosion hero vows to stay within arms reach of the idol to prevent any others from getting ideas about Izuku. For his part, the freckled man seems to either not notice or not care that he suddenly has an alpha bodyguard leading him around the room and keeping people in their place.

Those that aren’t singing are busying themselves with catching up with their friends are teasing Katsuki for his continued obsession with the pop star. The blonde growls and grumbles, but doesn’t bother correcting anyone, after all, he is obsessed with the idol and he’s not ashamed of it.

The group doesn’t stay at the karaoke shop long, already riling each other up just from proximity. They move on to a close by bar, laughing loudly and exchanging stories. By the time they’re ready to move to a second bar, civilians and paparazzi are fully aware that there’s a large group of heroes and the famous Idol Deku having a night on the town.

They’re followed from one location to another as journalists snap photos and attempt to get any small tidbit of gossip they can. Finally having enough, the group heads to a local bar that is well known for not allowing civilians in – only heroes. Despite Izuku not being a hero, he’s allowed entrance given the fact he’s so well known. Upon arrival, Katsuki once again places a hand against the small of Izuku’s back to gently guide him to a table, pulling his chair out for him and pushing it back into place when he sits. Mina and Ochaco both coo at the sweet gesture, which Katsuki ignores valiantly.

The alpha bends at his waist to inquire what kind of drink the omega would like then promptly walks to the bar with the remaining heroes to obtain it, leaving Izuku in the capable hands of the girls. Once the guard dog is gone, the girls lean in close to question Deku.

“Izu-kun, it’s been so long since we’ve last hung out! How have you been?” Ochaco leads.

“I’ve been well, thank you! I saw your recent villain takedown at the elementary school. You looked so amazing out there, Ocha!”

“Aww thank you, you’re so sweet, as always~” Ochako responds.

“Soooo, you and Boom Boy seem to be pretty close. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him be so openly caring before,” Mina says.

Izuku tilts his head, smile charming as he responds, “Kacchan is always nice. He’s just an overgrown grumpy teddy bear.”

The girls exchange a look, smirking.

“He lets you call him ‘Kacchan’?” Mina asks, mischief dancing in her eyes.

There’s a distinct feeling of warning bells sounding out inside of his head, but Izuku doesn’t get much of a chance to do anything about it as Katsuki returns to his side, sliding his desired drink in front of him.

“Welcome back, Kacchan~” Mina teases.

Katsuki immediately shoots a death glare at the woman. “Call me that again and it’ll be the last thing you ever do, Racoon Eyes.”

Despite the fire in his words, Mina’s grin only widens, her dark eyes staring unblinkingly at the blonde. “Is it reserved for your boyfriend only?”

“Leave the happy couple alone, Mina. Look, you’re making Izu-kun turn into a strawberry,” Ochaco interrupts.

Katsuki turns to his companion, noting how deliciously red Izuku’s cheeks really are. He wants to lean in and bite those plush cheeks until the omega is whining, but he resists. Instead, he scrubs a hand through soft curly locks, making Izuku complain and smack at the offending appendage.

Everyone around laughs at the adorable display, clearly all pleased with how the relationship seems to be blossoming. They spend a few hours enjoying the company of the other heroes, drinking flowing as freely as the conversation.

The entire night, Katsuki is more than attentive, always excusing himself to get another drink for Izuku before he’s completely out, standing to escort the omega to and from the bathroom, and pulling out his chair whenever he’s going to sit or stand. His friends notice it, but elect to just smile adoringly at the smitten alpha instead of saying anything. They’re flabbergasted when Izuku tugs lightly on Bakugo’s shirt sleeve asking for a selfie together and not only does the blonde agree, he even joins the omega in making a silly face during the photo.

At the end of the evening, Izuku is teetering in his seat, giggling and hiccupping as he slurs nonsense with a few of the remaining heroes. Katsuki hovers close by, unwilling to allow anything to happen to the smaller male. When the freckled man tilts enough to lay against the alpha’s shoulder, Katsuki decides it’s time to head home, pulling out his phone to text Sachi for Izuku’s address and bidding farewell to their friends.

Katsuki knows he shouldn’t be impressed by where Izuku is staying, considering the fact the omega is famous. The high-rise building has security at the door and sporadically in the lower lobby, making the blonde breathe a sigh of relief. At least he knows the omega is relatively safe here. The blonde exits the car first, quickly running around to the passenger side to help the idol out, closing the door behind him.

Izuku doesn’t seem nearly as drunk as he was in the bar, but he clearly still has plenty of alcohol running through his system as he waivers slightly on his feet.

“Thanks for bringing me home, Kacchan. You really didn’t ha-*hic* have to.”

“Tch, don’t give me that. I wanted to make sure you made it safely. Besides, I never do anything I don’t wanna.”

Izuku chuckles softly, stepping close to the towering alpha and slowly sliding one hand up his chest until he can gently cup a chiseled cheek, thumb sweeping over a cheekbone lovingly.

“My hero~ Always taking such good care of me, Alpha,” the idol whispers, eyes glazed from the effects of the alcohol.

It takes ever fiber of his being to not whine pathetically when he hears the omega call out to him in such a way. Katsuki, instead, swallows thickly, reaching up to grasp onto Izuku’s wrist, fingers caressing the gland there until he can get a lung-full of the petrichor and mountain air scent. It’s just enough to fog his brain, inner alpha encouraging him to lean in and kiss the gland softly. The oils there smear across his lips, igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach.

The blonde sighs, pulling away from the temptation of biting into Izuku’s wrist gland, smiling softly as he says, “Let’s get you inside, Izu. It’s getting late.”

Once he’s certain Izuku is safely tucking into his nest, a glass of water and some medicine on his night stand, Katsuki leaves a single kiss against the omega’s forehead and takes his leave. The entire drive home, he’s bombarded by his inner beast condemning him for leaving their omega alone and vulnerable. Katsuki knows he’s made the right decision though. He’d never forgive himself if he lost control and did something against Izuku’s wishes.

As he slides into his own bed, he finally allows himself to drag his tongue over his lips, tasting the pure essence of Izuku’s pheromone oils still staining his skin. Instantly, he can feel himself harden in his sleep pants. His hand wanders down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, slipping under the waistband until he can grip tight around his length. He drags the couch pillow that’s /still/ in his bed close to his face so he can breathe in the omega’s scent as he pumps himself to completion. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he finishes, teeth biting into the fabric of the pillow with Izuku’s name on his lips.

He barely has the energy to clean himself off before snuggling back under the covers, the memory of Izuku’s delicate hand against his cheek sending delightful tingles throughout his body.

///

Despite having a late night, Katsuki’s up early for a workout and patrol. He figures Izuku will probably still be asleep given how much he consumed the prior evening, but he still sends a ‘good morning, beautiful’ text. As he’s walking down the sidewalk, he starts noticing several civilians staring at him. He’s about to lose his composure when a small group of high school girls are pointing and giggling in his direction.

Fortunately for everyone involved, his earpiece crackles to life, Kirishima popping in with a way too chipper voice.

“Yoooo, Bakubro! You there man?”

“What have I told you about calling me that, Shitty Hair?”

The red-head laughs jovially, responding, “You still call me Shitty Hair, so it’s about the same, man.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, still walking down the sidewalk and keeping and eye out for any possible villainous activity.

“Do ya actually need something or are you just gonna waste my time?”

There’s a brief moment of silence that stretches just long enough for the blonde to think maybe the other hero really was just on the line to bullshit, but it eventually crackles again.

“I just wanted to say congratulations. Why didn’t you tell us, man? Did you not think we’d be happy for you?”

“The hell are you going on about now? Tell you what?”

Before Kirishima can respond, there’s a microphone suddenly being shoved in Katsuki’s face.

“Hero Dynamight! Hero Dynamight! Do you have a moment to comment on the recent rumor going around that you and Idol Deku are romantically involved? When did you officially start courting him? Do you have anything to say about the photo that was captured of you two last night?”

Katsuki’s so caught off guard, he’s unsure of how to respond appropriately. He growls defensively, cursing the man in front of him and demanding space. He yells about personal boundaries and the importance of not getting in the way of a hero on active duty. It’s enough to cow the man before him, allowing for Katsuki to briskly walk away, mind mulling over the questions he was asked.

Within minutes, he can feel his phone vibrating where it sits in a side pouch. He’s about to step to the side so he can pull it out, but he’s interrupted by the earpiece crackling to life once more.

“Blasty! You there?!”

It’s unusual for Ashido to reach out to him via comms considering their patrol routes are no where near one another. The alpha is quick to step out of the way of other pedestrians walking so he can figure out what’s going on.

“Pinky? This better be-”

Mina cuts him off mid rant, sounding excited and on the verge of tears. “Have you seen the news?! CHECK YOUR PHONE!”

Bakugo grinds his teeth together wondering what the fuck everyone is suddenly freaking out about today. He whips out his phone, immediately noticing the /hundreds/ of messages congratulating him, tweeter notifications too high to even give an appropriate count, and an unfortunate amount of missed phone calls from dozens of people.

“The fuck? What’s going on?!”

The girl over the earpiece groans and he can practically feel her rolling her eyes at him. “I sent you a link, Blasty. Open it right now!”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” the blonde mumbles, but is already going through the motions of unlocking his device and filtering through everything to make it to Mina’s text log, quickly clicking on the link without bothering to read anything else.

He can distantly hear more paparazzi approaching, a roar of questions being thrown at him, but he can’t be bothered with anyone else right now. The link he clicked on takes him to a video of an interview from earlier in the morning. Sitting on a pristine white love seat is Izuku, all bright smiles and bitable freckled cheeks. The video starts part way through whatever segment they were doing, the host laughing at something Izuku must have said.

“-yes that certainly is something. Moving on now, Deku, it’s come to our attention that there may, perhaps, be a new development in your life and we were hoping you’d be willing to speak on it. Sources have captured an image that shows you and, what appears to be Hero Dynamight standing close to one another in a rather intimate way.”

Izuku is polite as he listens to the woman segwaying into the more personal questioning. His smile is charming and friendly, eyes sparkling at the mention of Katsuki. “Ah,” he chuckles sheepishly, “yes, that’s Kacchan and I.”

The reaction is immediate. Audience members are murmuring, giggling and talking amongst themselves. The host does her best to control the situation, reclaiming the room with gentle hand motions.

“What? Wait a minute! ‘Kacchan’? Are we hearing this correctly? Is there is something going on between you and Hero Dynamight?”

Izuku takes a moment, his smile changing to a devilish smirk with eyes that clearly show they hold so many secrets. The mischievous little omega chuckles, coyly turning his face away as if he were embarrassed. “Hn, it’s true that Kacchan and I have been hanging out a lot recently.”

The audience and host all coo at the omega. “For those that having been keeping up with recent events, Hero Dynamight was recently seen at Idol Deku’s concert, valiantly getting on stage to /save/ our resident Sweetheart from a villain trying to steal him away! It was so scary! Could it be that sparks flew that night?”

Izuku giggles adorably, a rosy blush creeping onto his chubby cheeks. “Perhaps so. I’m very happy to say that Kacchan is the alpha who is courting me~ Everyone please continue lending us your support and best wishes.”

The audience breaks out in immediate applause before the video cuts off. There’s flashing lights and journalists still loudly asking questions, but Katsuki can’t hear anything past the blood rushing in his ears. He looks up only to realize that everyone around has all taken a sudden step back, eyes wide and flustered looks on their faces.

“He said I’m courting him!”

The group of paparazzi surrounding the hero can do nothing more than stare. Standing in front of them is a hero unlike any other. He’s loud and brash, a temper more akin to a villain with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Yet here he stands, holding his phone against his chest with the brightest smile anyone has ever seen, unshed tears gleaming in his carmine eyes. Their hearts all skip a beat when they hear the alpha let out a wobbly croon, moving forward, turning the phone and shoving it in their faces, frozen on the image of a smiling Izuku.

“Did you guys hear that?! He said I’m courting him! Me! Courting the worlds most perfect omega!” He pulls the phone back quickly so he can lovingly stare down at the image, “He’s so perfect. Look at him…” Suddenly he’s on the move, mumbling to himself. “I have to go find my omega and kiss him silly!”

Katsuki uses his explosions to fly across the city while simultaneously contacting HQ to find someone to replace him. Everyone seems to have heard the news well before he did, sending their congratulations and letting him know they have everything covered so he can find Izuku.

His next move is to call the omega in question, not even giving him a chance to say anything when he picks up. “Where are you?”

“…I’m on my way to my place. Meet me there?”

“I’ll be there. Wait for me, Izuku.”

The alpha arrives in record time, landing with a stumble as he races to the front doors. The first bodyguard he sees seems to recognize him, immediately opening the door for the hero. Katsuki doesn’t even spare him a glace, too busy making a beeline for the stairwell. He slams the door open, blasting himself straight up until he reaches the top floor.

By the time he’s standing in front of Izuku’s front door, he’s huffing and puffing, sweat sliding down his face. He can’t even get his hands to stop shaking long enough to knock on the stupid wood, but it doesn’t matter. Izuku seems to realize he’s arrived and opens the door wearing a soft, oversized baby blue sweater and comfy sleep shorts.

Every bit of adrenaline suddenly leaves the hero as he gazes at the omega in front of him. He’s so soft and small, could he really have meant what he said? The blonde doesn’t even realize that he’s been standing, staring like a damn creep, not saying a word until Izuku finally reaches forward, tugging lightly on one of the grenade-shaped gauntlets.

“Do you want to come in or just stand there all evening?” Izuku questions with a tilt of his head.

It’s enough to kick Katsuki’s brain back into motion and he bumbles forward, desperately trying to wrap his arms around the smaller male, whining when he realizes fairly quickly the damn arm attachments are preventing the motion.

He scrambles, dropping the items to the floor, making Izuku let loose a bubbly laugh.

Finally. /Finally/, he wraps his arms around the omega, pulling him close and shoving his nose into Izuku’s neck, snuffling loudly. He mumbles something unintelligent, the words garbled and stolen away by the thick fabric of the smaller male’s sweater.

“Kacchan,” Izuku pats his back lovingly, “I can’t hear you when you’re like this. Show me your face, silly alpha.”

Katsuki debates in his brain if he should move, still busying himself with breathing in the omega’s fresh scent, rubbing his cheek against every available space he can. Realizing he needs to be certain of the situation first, he relents, pulling back just enough to look directly into emerald orbs dancing with mirth.

“Did you mean it?”

Izuku smiles knowingly, but instead of giving the answer, he asks, “Mean what? That I couldn’t understand you when you’re smothering yourself in my sweater?”

Katsuki will go to his grave denying how he pouts and /whines/. “Am I your Alpha?! Are we courting?!”

Izuku coos, laughing at how adorable the sweet gremlin is. “Kacchan, that’s basically what we’ve been doing isn’t it? You’ve been giving me gifts, taking me out, spending time with me, cooking for me. Or,” he pulls back slightly with a teasing look, “have I been reading the signs wrong?”

The hero’s flaxen spikes blur as he rapidly shakes his head back and forth.

The idol giggles again, sliding himself closer to the taller male and nuzzling under his chin while purring softly. “Then yes, we’re courting. You’ve been taking such good care of me, alpha~”

The blonde’s inner alpha puffs with pride from being praised by their omega, pleased that he’s done so well at proving to be the best choice. Katsuki shivers from head to toe, growing lightheaded with how quickly the blood travels to his cock. He tries to shift to avoid looking like the horndog he is in front of his omega.

/His/. Fuck, Izuku said it. There’s no misconstruing it.

It seems too little too late though as Izuku gasps slightly, stepping away just enough to peer down. He goes stock still, looking up at the alpha from under his lashes. There’s a gorgeous rosy hue sitting high on his cheek bones and he’s biting his lower lip.

“Is-is this for me?”

Katsuki’s mouth floods with saliva at the tantalizing view of Izuku looking so innocent and pure. Words have never been his forte, so he opts to just nod his head, hoping the omega won’t be insulted or disgusted by his physical reaction.

The alpha is surprised once again though, when he feels movement over his pants. Izuku’s small hand is gently cupping Katsuki’s half-chub, slowly stroking up and down until the length completely fills out in his grip.

“Izu- wait- ahh,” the blonde moans, stuttered breaths leaving his lips as he does his best to hold himself back.

Izuku just peers up at him with a sweet smile, pupils slowly dilating, purrs reverberating throughout his chest. “Alpha~ you’re so strong and wonderful. Such a good alpha, always taking care of your omega. Let me take care of you.”

With that, the freckled man leans in, gently kissing first a cheek, then working his way down the blonde’s jaw onto his neck. He licks over the man’s pulse point, feeling his heart rate pick up with the motion. Izuku drags his smaller omega canines over the sun-kissed flesh, biting down while simultaneously tightening his hold on the throbbing, covered cock.

Katsuki sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, eyes shutting as his hips thrust upwards into the tight grip once.

Before the blonde can regain his senses, Izuku is already dropping to his knees, enthusiastically tugging at Katsuki’s belt and ripping the zipper down. His pants fall to the ground below, leaving him in just just undergarments. He’s instantly engulfed with the musky scent of sweat permeating through the tented boxer-briefs the alpha is wearing.

Izuku groans, licking his lips before shoving his nose directly into the source of the scent, nuzzling against Katsuki’s clothed balls. He presses kisses along the heavy length, hands trailing up and down quivering muscled thighs.

The taller male looks down, trembling in his place as he watches the man he’s admired for years worship his body. The view is a drug he’s quickly becoming addicted to. He finally allows a hand to come up, petting lovingly over soft viridian curls, making the other chirp pleasantly.

When Izuku begins licking him, soaking the dark fabric, Katsuki’s hand instinctively grips tight, fisting those curls in his hands. The resulting moan from the omega vibrates through his tongue, assaulting the straining length, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through the blonde.

Seemingly having enough of the teasing, Izuku pulls away, panting slightly, to look up at the hero. “Kacchan? Can I taste you, please?”

Katsuki nods enthusiastically, readjusting his feet so he has a more comfortable stance.

The tips of Izuku’s fingers teeter over the edge of the boxer-briefs, dipping over the edge teasingly before finally grasping on and pulling down. Katsuki’s cock springs free, hanging heavily and dripping pre-cum from an angry red tip.

Izuku’s eyes sparkle with barely contained glee. He’s always suspected that an alpha as fierce and strong as Katsuki would be well endowed, but the veiny monster in front of his face is something straight out of a fanfic. He’s not even entirely sure if it will fit, but he’d be more than happy to break himself forcing it in.

The freckled man leans close, kissing the tip, pre leaving a sticky string on his lips. A bubblegum pink tongue slips out, licking away the mess and making him moan from the taste of Katsuki’s essence. He shuffles closer, mouth already open and tongue lolling out to engulf the mushroom tip in a warm embrace.

Izuku suckles on the girthy head, lips sealing around the glans for better suction. He slowly begins to descend, bobbing up and down to ease the glide with more saliva and he goes. One hand finds its way to the base, encircling the area to pump over the portion not yet touched by his mouth. His other hand slinks down further to fondle the pendulous scrotum, rolling the balls in his palm.

Katsuki does his best to stay still, allowing the omega to explore his body and go at whatever pace works best for him. He busies himself with gently scratching Izuku’s scalp while watching every move he makes.

“Fuck, Izuku. You look so fucking pretty with your mouth full. Ah- yeah, just like that baby.”

Izuku is bobbing in earnest now, letting the tip reach the back of his throat and swallowing around the head. He still has a way to go before he can fully sheathe the length, but he’s more than happy to take his time. The omega works his tongue up the sides and bottom of the cock in his mouth, slurping happily when it makes the alpha release tiny punched out moans.

He pulls off, swallowing the excess saliva he can, the rest dripping from his chin. His hand picks up the slack, pumping up and down the well-coated shaft, twisting around the rim of the mushroom tip before sliding back down again. Izuku takes some time to catch his breath, staring up and the man in front of him lovingly.

Realizing the blonde’s eyes have slipped closed, he whispers, “Kacchan, watch me, Alpha.”

Katsuki’s eyes blearily open, gazing down but not entirely seeing the green nymph smirking at him. It isn’t until he’s dropping his lower jaw and feeding the blonde’s cock back into that wet, cavernous maw that his eyes fixate, homing in on every micromovement.

Izuku continues downwards, slowing only when the tip hits the back of his throat. He takes a moment, breathes deep, relaxes his muscles, then pushes onward. He feels the cockhead breach his throat, cutting off his air supply as he finally is able to bury his nose into the coarse hairs waiting at the base. They tickle a bit but aren’t nearly as off-putting as he would have assumed.

Katsuki’s hands tangle further into his lover’s curls, gently cupping the back of his head to hold him in place for a few seconds. When he sees Izuku’s eyes fill with tears and cheeks redden from lack of oxygen, he pulls back. The omega gasps, but has little reprieve as he’s pulled once again onto that twitching length. They repeat the process several times, Izuku’s face becoming a splotchy mess, while growing lightheaded from the constant air restrictions.

The blonde does his best to move at a leisurely pace, enough to keep his blood on fire, but slow enough to allow the omega time to recoup before they start all over again.

“Use your tongue some more. /Fuck/ yes! That’s it, baby. Oh shit, yeah Izu, just like that. Fuck, hold it. That’s right, deep throat this fat cock.”

Izuku allows himself to be used however his lover wants, mouth being fucked into. The drag of the heavy cock over his wet tongue sending endorphins through his brain. Katsuki presses Izuku’s face as close as he can, his cute little button nose scrunched against his pelvis as he does his best to swallow around the obtrusive length. The alpha can feel drool seeping around plump lips and soaking his balls, only serving to heighten the hazy feeling in his head.

Katsuki shudders, thighs twitching with the effort to hold himself steady instead of rapidly fucking into the tight heat like a live flesh-light. He feels the sweat already staining his forehead, heart rate increasing exponentially. He pulls his hands free, tucking them under Izuku’s armpits and lifts the omega up like he weighs nothing.

“Get up here, baby.”

He smashes their lips together in a heated kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else. There’s left over spit smearing between them, but neither care. They battle for dominance in an age-old dance, wet muscles moving against one another before coming together again in loving caresses.

Izuku pushes against Katsuki’s chest, panting hot moist air between them. “Kacchan,” he gasps, “Wait. Let me-”

Katsuki’s eyes widen, terrified he’s pushed his lover too far. “What? Did I hurt you?! I’m so sorry, Izuku, I just- you’re so /amazing/ and I-”

The freckled man giggles, lightly booping the alpha’s nose and snuggling closer. “No, no, Kacchan. It’s fine-perfect even. I just, wanted a chance to do this properly.”

Confusion is written so perfectly on the blonde’s face, it’s impossible for the omega to not laugh at how adorable he is. Izuku stands on tip-toe, leaving a soft, sweet kiss at the corner of his boyfriend’s mouth, quickly pulling away again before they get too carried away.

“I know you’re aware of how much I love heroes, but I bet you didn’t know that Dynamight is my absolute favorite hero, next to All Might. So, if we’re going to do this, Dynamight-San, then it’s my selfish wish for you to have all of me.”

With that, Izuku peels away the scent patches still adorning his neck from his earlier interview. Immediately, the area is bombarded with fresh petrichor and morning mountain air. The small squares are discarded to the ground, quickly forgotten.

Katsuki’s mind is transported to his favorite hiking trails, right before dawn after a rainstorm. His pupils dilate, nostrils flaring as he greedily gulps in the heady fragrance of his lover. Warmth languidly trudges through his body, permeating every pore, filling him with a sense of euphoria unlike anything he’s ever experienced.

Before he realizes what he’s doing, his body moves on it’s own, shoving his nose against the swollen glands at Izuku’s neck, huffing and crooning loudly, drool flooding his mouth, canines itching to bite. The blonde has to force himself to take slow deep breaths, tamping down his inner alpha and regaining control.

“Fuck, Izuku. You make it so hard to control myself. I want to take my time worshiping you the way you deserve, Omega. Are you really sure about this? Tell me now, because if we continue, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Kacchan, Alpha, take me to my nest,” Izuku responds, lust-filled eyes gazing up at the blonde.

Katsuki’s never been one for taking orders, but this is a command he’s more than happy to follow. He lifts the smaller male by the back of his thick thighs, fingers digging into the plump flesh. His trek is made somewhat a challenge as he still has to kick free from the pants and boxer-briefs circling his ankles, but he’s determined and has plenty of motivation.

The blonde’s cock twitches and sways as they move through the spacious apartment. Considering the fact, he’s never even been inside of Izuku’s home before, he’s quick to figure out which door leads to the bedroom, tossing the omega onto the nest and smirking when the little nymph giggles with glee.

“You’re not the only fanboy here, Nerd. Gods, you drive me absolutely crazy. I’ve been worshiping your existence since you first debuted. I can’t believe this is really happening, you’re a whole ass dream come true. Fucking- fuck, you’re so god damn beautiful.”

The omega leans back on his forearms, spreading his knees apart in a way that would be showing off his most intimate parts if he weren’t still fully clothed. “For someone speaking so much about worshiping me, you sure haven’t done much to prove it. Why don’t you be a good alpha and please your omega, hm?”

Katsuki’s cock twitches at the implication, the blonde wearing a devilish smirk. “Mouthy little shit. I should bend you over my damn knee and spank that fat ass until you’re crying and begging for me to take you.”

A small bubble gum pink tongue darts out, slowly licking over Izuku’s top lip and his eyes fixate on the thick cock still twitching in front of him. “Mmm promises, promises.”

Katsuki reaches out, grasping onto one of Izuku’s ankles and tugs until the omega’s hips are at the edge of the bed. He leans forward, bracing his weight on his hands on either side of the smaller male, eyes trailing over the perimeter of Izuku’s face. “Gonna make you squirt on my tongue, then I’m going to fuck you into this mattress until you don’t even remember your own name.”

Izuku squeaks when he’s suddenly pulled across his bed, heartrate spiking when he looks up and realizes that the alpha is caging him in. He can feel his slick making a mess of his panties and he hardly resists from rubbing his thighs together at the mere thought of Katsuki’s tongue on his pussy.

Katsuki must smell it on him though, as he peers downward quickly then stands himself upright. “Naughty little thing. Did that excite you, Omega? You like the idea of me taking you apart piece by piece? Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be so good to you, I promise.”

With that, the blonde reaches to remove his own scent patches, heavy with the thick pheromone oils he’s been producing since first hearing Izuku proclaim their courtship. He tosses them aside, rolling his shoulders and growling lightly under his breath when he scents another spike of slick coming from his omega.

Izuku feels his gut clench as he finally, blessedly, gets a lung full of Katsuki’s natural scent, unencumbered by the small square patches. He’s surrounded by bourbon and woodsmoke with an undercurrent of sweetness. It’s woodsy without being too strong, heavy without being overpowering, and oh so fucking delicious.

Katsuki kneels on the ground, bullying his way between Izuku’s legs, one large hand splayed over the smaller male’s abdomen, urging him to lay back. When he’s nice and comfortable, he begins working on removing the sleep pants, tugging them down and tossing the offending garment over his shoulders.

His eyes zero in on the soaked garment still hiding Izuku’s care, mouth salivating. He lets his thumb touch the wet fabric, rubbing down then up. His mouth follows quickly, tongue already out as he attaches his open maw and immediately suckles. Katsuki floods his senses with the taste and smell of his omega.

It’s all at once too much and not enough, the blonde’s inner beast rattling the cage of his mind screeching and pleading to drink directly from the source hidden behind drenched underwear. He lifts only enough to start pulling the panties down and off before he’s diving back in, laving his tongue over every new inch of skin he can.

Izuku lays above him, one hand gripping tight into the covers the other threading itself into flaxen spikes, head already tilting back as he moans softly. He uses his grip on Katsuki’s hair to guide him where it feels best, encouraging the other to lick deep into his slit. The blonde is pulled so close his nose brushes against the small clit-like cock twitching above his cunt.

Katsuki continues lapping at Izuku, swallowing intermittently, drinking the honeyed essence. His tongue travels upwards to swirl around the hardened micro cock, then seals his lips around it and sucks hard. The freckled man’s back arches right off the bed, muscles tensing from the stimulation.

While maintaining suction, Katsuki rubs the flat of his tongue over the head of the nub in his mouth.

“Oh fuck! Kacch- I-I’m gonna-” Izuku whines, a small line of drool leaking out the side of his clenched teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He cums hard, a shuddered moan leaving him as he twitches with aftershocks.

Katsuki lessens the power of his suction, but doesn’t remove the little cock, still laving his tongue over the tip and around the entirety of it languidly. Soon enough, the omega is squirming, trying to get away from the overstimulating onslaught. When the blonde doesn’t cease, Izuku results to placing a foot on the top of his head and nudging the alpha away.

Katsuki finally relents, sliding back to sit on his heels, licking the remaining slick from his lips as he watching his lover catch his breath. He swallows it down, smirking proudly. “Feel good, nerd?”

From his spot laying on the bed, Izuku lifts an arm, then lazily shifts until he’s flipping the blond off. When he hears Katsuki snort a short laugh, he allows for his limb to fall back to the bed.

The alpha clambers up to lay on the bed next to his lover, scent still spiced with arousal, but content with what’s happened so far. They lie together for several moments, both slowly calming down in the heated silence.

Katsuki has just started to close his eyes when he feels movement next to him. He peeks one eye open again to see Izuku sitting upright. Gone is the idol’s perfectly crafted curly locks, morphed into more of a birds nest after rubbing his head against the bed so much. The omega scratches at his messy locks, then stretches his arms up high over his head until a few loud cracks are heard.

“Going somewhere, baby?” Katsuki asks.

He’s surprised when, fast as lightning, Izuku climbs on top of him, their hips flush together. Carmine eyes widen in pleasant surprise as the wet heat of the freckled man’s cunt slides over his still throbbing member.

Izuku grinds his hips against the blonde’s, pussy lips being split apart by the veiny cock he’s sitting on. “I believe you said something about fucking me through my mattress?”

“You saucy little minx,” Katsuki says, running his hands up the length of those thick freckled thighs. “Shit, Izu, next time we do this, you gotta choke me out with these thighs. Swear I could die a happy man if I could just wear you like a sweater.”

Izuku smirks, “Ohh, kinky, Kacchan.”

“Only for you, baby. Until then, lets just-” he pulls Izuku down towards him, cradling his head against his shoulder to keep the man safe as he rolls them over, leaving the blonde on top and the omega giggling beneath him.

They come together, kisses sweet and filled with easy laughter that gradually grow hotter over time. Katsuki begins rocking his hips against the smaller male, making Izuku moan in the back of his throat. The blonde hovers over his lover, bracing his weight on one hand, the other travels down to grope at those luscious thighs again, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

Izuku lets his hands wander over the broad expanse of Katsuki’s muscled back, fingers grasping at his shirt and tugging until the hero tears himself away to yank the material off, tossing it randomly behind him. The idol purrs at the feeling of bare skin against his palms, lightly scratching his nails down his boyfriend’s exposed back.

Katsuki continues to rut against Izuku, trailing kisses across freckled cheeks and down his pale neck. He’s being careful to not pull his hips too far back, wanting to build the tension between them before he’s ready to actually penetrate. That is, until he feels tiny omegan fangs scrape over one of the glands on his neck, threatening to bite down and brand them as life-long mates. Suddenly, he’s unable to control himself, hips pulling back and thrusting forward at just the right angle to part those chubby pussy lips and carve his way inside Izuku’s heated core.

They both moan aloud as Katsuki’s cock is fully sheathed, twitching inside from the sudden heat surrounding it. The two continue kissing, touching and exploring one another’s bodies.

“Kacchan, move, please- fuck me.”

The alpha begins thrusting instantly, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in again. Katsuki threads his long fingers in messy green hair, tugging Izuku’s head to the side until the omega’s neck is fully exposed for his greedy mouth to mark up.

The blonde grabs hold of Izuku’s thigh again, bringing it up to wrap around his hip. Izuku takes the hint, squeezing both thighs around the hero’s thin waist as they move together. Katsuki is thrusting down while Izuku meets his every move, tilting his hips in an upwards thrust while using his powerhouse legs to pull the alpha in closer.

Katsuki’s movements pick up in pace as he feels the velveteen walls of Izuku’s cunt begin to tighten around him, constricting his length. The sound of their skin clapping together drowns out their heavy panting. When Izuku begins whimpering about how close he is to cumming again, the blonde whispers filthy praise in his ear.

“Such a good omega, oh fuck, you’re pretty little pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight. That’s right baby, cum on my fucking cock. Wanna feel you squirt around me, I know you can do it, baby. Oh yeah, just like that.”

Izuku moans as his walls begin to flutter around the length rubbing against them until he squeezes so hard, Katsuki is unable to move. The idol calls out Katsuki’s name as he squirts around the cock filling him up.

As his body begins to relax, Katsuki starts rearranging their positions. He puts Izuku on his right side, sitting up into a kneeling position so he can straddle Izuku’s right leg and curling his left leg around the smaller male’s left side. The new stance allows for more freedom of movement. Now as Katsuki begins to fuck into his omega, his hands are free to explore every inch of the freckled body under him. One hand busies itself jacking off Izuku’s micro dick, the other hand tweaking the omega’s nipples until they pebble between his fingers.

When the alpha looks up to his lover’s face, he realizes Izuku’s forest green eyes have become sea glass, shining with unshed tears. His mouth is hanging open, gasping moans being punched out with every harsh thrust. Katsuki isn’t able to reach down and kiss the tears away in this position, but he finds himself entranced by the image nonetheless.
“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty. Wish you could see yourself right now. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Such a perfect omega.”

The base of Katsuki’s cock is already swelling, the increased size only adding to the heady pleasure they both feel with every thrust.

Izuku’s scent blooms with the multitude of compliments, clearly pleased. “Ahn~ yes! Knot me, Alpha! Wanna be filled with your cum and plugged up!”

“Sh-shit, fuck, Izuku. Gonna fuck you full of my cum baby, don’t you worry.”

The blonde spits on the hand rubbing Izuku’s cock, returning it to the nub to continue fondling him, the added wetness easing the slide of his hand. Once more, the alpha can feel his cock becoming constricted in the heated fleshy walls of Izuku’s cunt as the omega gets closer to climax. It becomes harder and harder to thrust as his knot fills out. He does his best to stave off his orgasm, determined to bring his lover to the finish line before he allows himself to fall over the edge.

Finally, the tears break free, careening down the sides of Izuku’s face to disappear in frazzled curls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he /screams/, body spasming with the force of his orgasm. Katsuki can fight no longer, the tightness too much to bear. His knot fully expands, locking the two together as his balls cinch up and pearlescent white coats the omega’s inner walls.

Neither know how long the euphoria overtakes their higher brain functions, but when they finally come to, their bodies are tingling and trembling, sweat glistening on their skin as they pant against one another. They lay there for a few moments trying to catch their breaths before Katsuki, on shaky limbs, moves them into a more comfortable position, careful not to tug on their connection as his situates himself behind his boyfriend.

The alpha wraps an arm around the omega’s middle, his other mindlessly twirling a single curl around his pointer finger. Izuku busies himself with playing with Katsuki’s fingers, taking deep breaths of their combined scents doused in arousal and satisfaction.

They eventually slip into a light sleep, dozing until Katsuki’s knot goes down and they’re able to separate. It takes even longer for Izuku to regain enough strength in his legs to be willing to walk to the bathroom so they can clean themselves up. When they do, the happy couple quickly changes the bedding, collapsing back into the nest and spending several hours talking and teasing one another until they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Purrs fill the room as they drift into dream land, both excited for their future together.