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pain makes you strong [fear makes you brave] | day sixteen: mind control

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“Behave, Katsuki,” Auntie Mitsuki says, taking his arm and shaking him a little. “Tell your friend how you got hurt.” When Kaachan doesn’t answer, just glares at the ground, she shakes him harder. “Katsuki.”

Kaachan’s shoulders slump. Without looking at Izuku, he mutters, “I fell down the stairs.”

… Izuku’s pretty sure that he’s not telling the truth.

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When Kaachan is dropped off at school in the morning, he’s wearing a cast.

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Izuku is interrupted from the show - he’d been watching All Might take down villains! - by the door to Kaachan’s bedroom swinging open so hard that it slams against the wall.

It's his mother, looking like a ghost with how pale her face is. With the door open like this, he can hear the sounds of yelling coming from all the way downstairs.

And, somehow, without his mother even saying a word, Izuku knows.

“Come on, honey,” his mother says, and she holds out a hand. It's shaking. She’s shaking. “We need to get out of here.”

Izuku presses the red button on the remote and scrambles off the bed, taking his mother’s outstretched hand and letting her pull him out of the bedroom. She leads him down the hall and down the stairs and down the hall again until they reach the front door, and, even though he knows that he shouldn’t, Izuku can’t help but glance over his shoulder. Auntie Mitsuki is kneeling down in front of Kaachan and holding him by the collar of his shirt, and, when she raises a hand with an angry expression on her face, Izuku flinches and stares at the floor.

“Don’t look,” his mother hisses, even though she’s looking, too. She yanks open the door and pushes Izuku outside first, then grabs his arm and practically drags him to the car waiting in the driveway.

They almost make it.

“Inko!”

Izuku turns, recognizing Uncle Masaru’s voice.

He’s on the front porch, holding onto the railing with both hands, and behind him the door gapes like an open mouth. Someone is screaming and someone is crying, and Izuku feels a little sick because the crying sounds like it's coming from Kaachan. He wants to go back in there and help, but his mother is still holding him tight by the wrist and he doesn’t think that she’d be willing to let him go so that he could save his friend.

“Inko,” Uncle Masaru says again, but he sounds more calm than he did the first time, like he’s maybe taken a few deep breaths. Hanami-sensei always tells Kaachan to do that whenever he gets too angry about something. “You’ve got something planned?”

“I do,” Izuku’s mother says, and his head snaps up so that he can look at her because she’s not telling the truth. They don’t have anything planned, they never have anything planned. They were supposed to have dinner with Kaachan’s family, and Auntie Mitsuki said that Izuku and Kaachan could have a sleepover if Kaachan behaved.

Izuku doesn’t think that he’s going to be able to have a sleepover tonight.

Uncle Masaru smiles, but something about it is wrong. His eyes usually crinkle at the corners when he smiles, but they’re not doing it now - in fact, he actually looks kind of upset, like he’s almost angry at Izuku’s mother. “Ah. And what could that be?”

Izuku winces as his mother’s grip tightens on his arm.

She doesn’t speak for a long, long time, like she thinks that maybe if she doesn’t answer Uncle Masaru will go back inside and shut the door on all that loud crying. He doesn’t. He just leans against the railing and keeps smiling that wrong smile. It makes his face look like a mask, Izuku thinks. A plastic mask, the mouth nothing but a long, thin line stretching all the way up to his cheeks.

Finally, Izuku’s mother says, “I have a job interview.”

Uncle Masaru’s eyebrows shoot up high. “At this time of night?” he asks, sounding like he doesn’t believe her at all. “It's awfully late.”

“It's the only time that they could fit me in.” She takes a step back, then another, and turns and opens the door to the front seat beside the steering wheel. “Get in the car, Izuku.”

Izuku hesitates, then shivers when Uncle Masaru looks at him. “You’re leaving already, Izuku?” he asks, and he sounds sad. “Don’t you want to play with Katsuki some more?” Then, to Izuku’s mother, he says, “Why don’t you leave him here? He can have that sleepover Mitsuki promised, and it’ll keep him out of your hair until you finish the interview.”

“No,” Izuku’s mother says, and she pushes Izuku towards the car. He listens this time, clambering up into the seat. It's too big for him, and the door is too heavy to close, and so he buckles himself up and listens as his mother says, “It's fine, Masaru. I don’t want to be any trouble. Thank -”

Somebody screams.

It's nothing like it was before, when Auntie Mitsuki was fussing at Kaachan. There’s no words this time, just a long, drawn-out noise of pain that makes Izuku clap his hands over his ears. He hunches over into himself, trying to block out the sound, but it creeps between the cracks of his fingers and echoes in his head and he starts to cry because he’s never heard Kaachan sound like that, ever, not even that one time when Kariage accidentally hit him in the face with a baseball, and that had been really bad because it’d made Kaachan’s nose bleed and he had a big bruise on his eye for the rest of the week.

“Holy shit,” he thinks he hears his mother say, and then the car door on Izuku’s side is slamming shut and his mother is climbing in on her side, turning her keys in the spot beneath the steering wheel.

When Izuku uncurls and looks at her, he sees that she’s even paler than she was before, and she’s shaking again, all over.

She backs down the driveway and moves the car onto the road, and Izuku looks out the window. The door to Kaachan’s house is shut, now, and Uncle Masaru isn’t on the porch anymore. Maybe he went inside, to help Kaachan with whatever was hurting him so much.

Izuku hopes so.

Everything is quiet in the car as his mother drives it down the road. Izuku doesn’t speak, just fiddles with the bottom of his shirt, the laces of his shoes. He doesn’t think that he should talk. Not until his mother talks, anyways.

And, finally, when they’re almost home, she does. “That wasn’t right,” she says, and Izuku looks at her. Her eyes are red where they should be white, and she keeps sniffing the way that Yasu does whenever the people with lawnmowers cut the grass at school. “A mom shouldn’t act that way, Izuku. It's not normal. A mom shouldn’t hit or yell.”

“But Auntie Mitsuki hits Kaachan,” Izuku protests. “And she yells at him, too. A lot!”

His mother takes a deep breath. “Exactly,” she says, and her voice sounds wrong, just like Uncle Masaru’s smile looked wrong. She sounds angry. It's weird, and Izuku doesn’t like it at all, so he pulls his legs up to his chest and leans as far away as possible. His mother doesn’t seem to notice. She just says, in that angry voice, “You’re not going over there again, Izuku.”

Izuku gapes at her, eyes wide. “But - Kaachan -”

“Don’t argue with me about this, Izuku. My decision is final. You’re not going back over there ever again. It's too dangerous.” She looks away from the road so that she can glance at him. “Do you understand?”

Izuku nods, miserable, and they spend the rest of the drive in silence.

When Kaachan gets dropped off at school in the morning, he’s wearing a cast. It's bright orange, but the neon color just makes him look even more pale when he staggers into class and sits down in his spot on the carpet by Izuku. He doesn’t say anything, even when Kariage pokes him in the side and asks who he got into a fight with this time, and he still doesn’t say anything when Hanami-sensei crouches down in front of him and asks him if he’s okay. She gives up, eventually, and goes back to reading her book aloud, but she keeps looking at him like she’s worried.

When Kaachan finally speaks, it's when they’re all eating lunch. “Stop looking at me like that, Deku,” he says, and he sounds like he wants to be angry, but his voice is too rough and scratchy for him to be very scary. He mostly just sounds tired.

Izuku repeats his response several times in his head before he actually says it because he doesn’t want to make Kaachan even more unhappy. “What do you mean?”

Kaachan narrows his eyes at him, and Izuku realizes that there are dark smudges under them, like he somehow got black paint smeared there. And they’re red, too, the same way Izuku’s mother’s eyes were in the car last night. “Looking at me like I’m your fuckin’ pity project,” Kaachan snaps, then bites down angrily on a carrot. “I can still beat your damn ass, Deku.”

Izuku frowns at him. “I’m just worried,” he says, because he doesn’t know what Kaachan meant by pity project but it was probably something bad, if he said it like that. “You look tired. Did you sleep?”

Kaachan huffs. “No.” He picks at the grass for a moment, then tears off a piece and throws it in Izuku’s direction. “I was stuck in the fucking hospital all night.”

“Because of your arm?”

“No,” Kaachan says in a weird tone, stretching the word out. “Because of my leg.”

Izuku’s eyes go wide. “You hurt your leg, too?”

Kaachan tears out a whole handful of grass and throws it at him. “It's called sarcasm, Deku,” he says, laughing a little as he watches Izuku try to get all the dirt off of his clothes. “Keep up.”

“Kaachan, that was mean!”

Kaachan just grins and shrugs. “I don’t care.” He looks over his shoulder to where Kariage and Yasu are kicking a ball around in the parking lot and sighs. “This cast is a pain in the ass.”

“I think that you’ll feel better in no time, Kaachan!”

Kaachan groans and turns back and finishes eating his lunch, frowning the entire time. He doesn’t let Izuku help clean up at first because he says that Izuku never does it properly, but then he accidentally spills his water bottle on an anthill and feels so bad about it that he shoves both of their lunchboxes into Izuku’s arms and refuses to speak until they make it back to class. After Izuku drops their stuff off by their backpacks, he grabs Kaachan’s wrist and pulls him towards the blocks in the corner. Kaachan huffs and sighs but starts to build a castle anyways, as best as he can with only one free hand.

Izuku pauses in the middle of putting a red triangle block on top of one of the towers. Kaachan notices and stops, too, looks at Izuku with narrowed eyes. “The Hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks. “We’re not finished.”

Izuku stares at the ground. He really likes playing with Kaachan, and he can’t believe that his mother said that he couldn’t go over to his house anymore. Auntie Mitsuki got angry sometimes, but it's not as if she’d ever hurt Izuku. She hurt Kaachan, though, and Izuku’s mother had said that moms weren’t supposed to do that. And if moms weren’t supposed to do that…

“Kaachan?”

“What.”

“Is Auntie Mitsuki actually your mom?”

The question must surprise Kaachan a lot, because he turns to look at Izuku so fast that his cast knocks into one of the towers and sends it crashing to the floor. “Shit, Deku, look what you made me -” He huffs, cutting himself off, and narrows his eyes at Izuku. “Of course she’s my mom, the fuck made you say that?”

Izuku doesn’t look at him when he speaks. “My mom said that moms aren’t supposed to hit their kids.”

“Yeah, well. Auntie Inko is going soft.” Kaachan bends to pick up the blocks, putting them back in their box. “That’s what my mom says.”

Izuku swallows. “My mom said that I can’t come over to your house anymore.”

Kaachan freezes.

Izuku winces, watching Kaachan for any sudden movements. But he’s not moving at all. Izuku doesn’t think that he’s even breathing. He’s just standing there, silent, and Izuku can practically hear his thoughts rushing through his head.

And then Kaachan moves, and Izuku ducks as his friend kicks their castle so hard that it sends blocks bouncing off the wall. Izuku covers his face with his hands, peeking at Kaachan through the cracks in his fingers, waiting for him to calm down and take deep breaths like Hanami-sensei taught him to, but he doesn’t. Once all of the towers are gone, he turns on Izuku and starts yelling at him, so loudly that Izuku can’t even understand him, can only hear the noise. He catches some of the words, like stupid and Auntie and Deku, but, for the most part, he just flinches against the wave of sound coming from Kaachan’s mouth.

Kaachan’s fist is curled tight by his side like he wants to hit Izuku with it, but he doesn’t. But he doesn’t stop yelling, either, not even when Hanami-sensei starts walking towards him. Actually, he just starts yelling at her, too, and he may not have hit Izuku but he doesn’t mind trying to hit her, and none of the blows ever land but Izuku winces all the same when their teacher grabs Kaachan’s arm and pins it to his side.

Kaachan screams and thrashes, his legs kicking out as Hanami-sensei picks him up and opens the door and carries him outside, probably to put him in time-out until he was ready to play nicely again.

Izuku slowly inches out of the corner that he’d shoved himself in when Kaachan first started yelling. Kariage, who was trying to see out of the window in the door by standing on his tip-toes, gives up and walks over to him. “What was that about?” he asks, eyes wide.

Izuku’s throat hurts. He looks at the floor when he speaks, trying to hide the way he knows that he’s about to start crying. “My mom doesn’t want me to go over to his house anymore,” he whispers. “B-because - Auntie Mitsuki - she -”

That’s all he can say before he bursts into tears.

Kariage takes a step back, eyes somehow going even wider. He looks around for help, but all of their classmates have stopped talking about how Kaachan got carried out and have now resumed playing.

“... Ah, shit,” Kariage says finally. “Why are you even crying?”

Izuku sobs so hard that his chest starts to hurt. He tries to keep from being too loud by pressing his sleeve to his face, but that just makes it so he can’t breathe. He sits down hard on the carpet and bawls into his hands. “It's my fault!” he wails, so upset that he feels like he might throw up. “It's my fault he got hurt!”

That seems to get Kariage’s attention, because he sits down in front of Izuku and leans forward, expectant. “What’d you say?” he asks, then, “Did you just say that it’s your fault he got hurt? His arm got hurt because of you? The fuck did you do, Deku?”

He sounds angry, and that just makes Izuku start to cry harder. “I didn’t mean to, it's just - it's j-just -” He stumbles over his words, trying to explain that he really hadn’t meant to drop the plate, that it had been an accident, but Kaachan had said that his mother wouldn’t be angry! Now, though, he wonders if Kaachan had just meant that she wouldn’t be angry at Izuku. “He - he said -”

Before he can finish, the door slams open and Kaachan comes storming in. He stomps over to where the backpacks are hanging on their hooks, and all the other kids scatter out of his way to avoid being stepped on. Kaachan yanks his bag down and pulls it roughly onto his shoulder, and is almost out of the door again when Auntie Mitsuki steps into the room. She grabs him by the arm that’s not in the cast and bends down, and she must say something to him because he jerks back like she’s just slapped him. She lets go of him and he stands still, glaring down at the ground.

Auntie Mitsuki doesn’t look very happy, and Izuku almost starts to cry again when she looks at him and starts walking over. Kariage jumps to his feet and crosses his arms when she comes closer, but Izuku can’t move. He just watches, wide-eyed, as she comes to a stop in front of him, completely ignoring Kariage’s upset-sounding, Hey!, so that she can crouch down on the ground and look directly at Izuku.

“Hey, there, Izuku,” she says, and she sounds nothing like she did last night, when she was hitting and yelling at Kaachan. “How’d your mom’s interview go last night?”

Izuku’s eyesight is getting blurry again, and he realizes that he’s shaking so hard that he can’t see Auntie Mitsuki properly. He sniffs and opens his mouth to answer, not knowing what he’s going to say, only that he can’t tell her the truth, which is that his mother didn’t even have a job interview last night, so she definitely didn’t go to one. “G-good,” he says, then he looks over and sees Kariage’s angry expression and can’t stop his eyes from overfilling.

Auntie Mitsuki gives him that same smile that Uncle Masaru gave him and his mother. Izuku wonders if they learned it from each other. “Izuku, sweetheart, why are you crying?” She reaches out and pulls him into a hug even though he doesn’t want a hug, doesn’t want to be touched by the same hands that hurt Kaachan’s arm. “There, there,” she says, rubbing circles onto his back, and his entire body starts to shiver. He doesn’t try to hug her back, just stands there, and then he looks up over her shoulder and sees Kaachan staring at him.

Before Izuku can pull himself out of Auntie Mitsuki’s arms, though, Kariage stomps his foot, points at her, and says, “You’re the one who hurt him!” in a loud voice that makes Hanami-sensei, who’s just walked back inside, look over at them.

Auntie Mitsuki’s hug starts to feel less like a hug and more like she’s trying to trap him. “Excuse me?”

Kariage huffs and puts his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at her in a way that he probably learned from Kaachan. “You hurt Katsuki’s arm!”

Auntie Mitsuki’s fingers press against the back of Izuku’s neck in a way that makes it so that he can’t lift his head, but he can still almost see the look on her face when she hisses out, like a snake, “You little shit…”

From the way that nobody says anything for a while, Auntie Mitsuki and Kariage are staring at each other. Izuku shifts, mumbling against the shoulder of Auntie Mitsuki’s shirt, “Auntie, you’re squishing me.”

“Sorry, dear.” She finally, finally lets go of him, lets him stand up. She stands, too, turns around and calls out, “Katsuki?”

Izuku watches as Kaachan flinches, his head snapping towards his mother’s voice. He looks at Kariage and then Izuku and then Auntie Mitsuki and says, “Yeah?”

Auntie Mitsuki holds out a hand, waving him forward. “Come here.”

Kaachan pauses, puts his free hand on his cast. He looks at Izuku again, then shakes his head.

Izuku doesn’t have to see Auntie Mitsuki’s face to know that she’s frowning. “I said, come here, Katsuki.” When Kaachan still doesn’t move, she says, almost yelling, “Now!”

“Ah, Bakugou-san?” Hanami-sensei steps in front of Kaachan, one of the younger kids propped up on her hip. “As nice as it is to see you, I’m afraid that you can’t distract the other children.”

Auntie Mitsuki looks at her for a long time, then laughs a little and says, “Katsuki, honey, come here.”

Hanami-sensei’s arm moves, and it takes Izuku a little bit to realize that she’s reaching behind her, putting a hand on Kaachan’s shoulder to keep him from moving. “Bakugou-san,” she says. “Let’s talk outside.”

“I’m afraid that I don’t have any time to waste,” Auntie Mitsuki says, ruffling Izuku’s hair and then keeping her hand there, fingers tangled in his curls. “Katsuki, come here.”

There’s a flash of movement, and then Kaachan appears from behind Hanami-sensei’s legs, peeking out like he’s scared. Hanami-sensei looks down at him and mutters something, too quiet for Izuku to hear, and Kaachan nods.

He walks over to Auntie Mitsuki, and she finally lets her hand fall from Izuku’s head if only so that she can grab Kaachan’s good arm and shake him, leaning down to hiss, “Fucking behave, Katsuki.” She turns him towards Kariage and gives him a little push, says, “Tell your friend how you hurt your arm.”

Kaachan stares at Kariage, and Kariage stares back.

Auntie Mitsuki shakes Kaachan harder. “Katsuki.”

Kaachan’s eyes focus on the ground. “I fell down the stairs,” he mutters, then yanks his arm away from his mother’s grip. “There. Happy?”

“That’s not true,” Izuku finds himself saying. “That’s not… that’s not true. Kaachan didn’t fall down the stairs. I would’ve heard it!”

Kaachan glares at him. “Shut up, Deku, you were watching TV.”

“I still would’ve heard it!” Izuku protests loudly, then looks at Kariage, points at Kaachan. “He didn’t fall down the stairs, he’s lying!”

“Deku, shut up!”

“No!” And now he’s crying again, like a baby. He stabs a finger at Auntie Mitsuki and says, “She hurt his arm, he didn’t fall down the stairs, I was outside and he started screaming!”

Someone touches his shoulder and he looks up and sees that it's Auntie Mitsuki. “Izuku, honey,” she says, her eyebrows furrowing. “What’s gotten into you? Are you feeling alright?” She puts her hand on his forehead and asks, “Do you feel sick at all?”

And he does, but not because he’s sick sick. He feels sick because she’s acting like Izuku’s lying to her and Kariage, even though she’s the one who’s lying. He shakes his head and scrubs his arm across his eyes, sniffling. “I’m not lying,” he says. “I heard him.”

“Izuku, no one was screaming last night. Right, Katsuki?”

Izuku looks at Kaachan, waiting for his answer. Kaachan doesn’t look at him, just stares down at his feet and says, quietly, “Yeah.” His eyes flick over to his mother, then to Izuku. “Yeah, Deku, no one was screaming.”

Kariage groans, obviously frustrated. “I can’t tell which one of you is lying!” he complains.

Auntie Mitsuki laughs. “No one is lying, sweetie,” she says. “Izuku’s just a little confused, that’s all.” Then she reaches down and grabs Kaachan’s hand again. “Come on, Katsuki. We’re going home. Say bye to your friends.”

Kaachan doesn’t look at Izuku or Kariage when he speaks. “Yeah,” he says. “Bye.”

And, just like that, they’re gone.

Kaachan doesn’t come to school the next day, and neither does Hanami-sensei. They have a different lady, one with gray hair and glasses that keep sliding down her nose. She doesn’t read them stories, and, when Yasu gets upset about Kariage accidentally breaking one of his crayons, she doesn’t tell him to take deep breaths. She just puts him in time-out.

Izuku eats alone at lunch, watching Kariage stand in the parking lot with his arms crossed, upset because Kaachan didn’t show up, and, when his mother comes to pick him up, when she asks him about his day, he just shrugs and says that it was pretty boring without Kaachan.

“Oh,” she says, and reaches over and turns down the radio. “He didn’t show up?”

Izuku shakes his head and flips through the pages of a picture book, pretending not to notice the way his mother keeps looking at him in the mirror with worried eyes.

Kaachan shows up the next day, but Hanami-sensei doesn’t. When Izuku comments on this, trying to get Kaachan to talk because he’s being quiet again and it's making him nervous, Kaachan just says, “She got fired.”

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ deaf?” Kaachan glares at him, then huffs and looks away. There’s a scrape on his face, a thin cut across his cheek. “I said, she got fired.”

“Why?”

Kaachan doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t speak to Izuku for the rest of the day.

They’re walking home from school when Izuku brings up the topic again. “Kaachan?”

“What.”

“Are you sure your mom loves you?”

Kaachan looks up towards the sky, watching the clouds and squinting at the sun. After a moment, he says, “Yeah.”

“How do you know?”

“All parents love their kids, Deku. They have to.”

“Are you sure?”

Kaachan sighs, kicking at the sidewalk. “Yeah,” he says finally, after staying quiet for a long time. “I’m sure.”

#whumptober2022 #no.16 #mind control #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakugou mitsuki #kariage #fic #nitro whumptober 2022

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reinaasmol · 1 year

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After getting rejected by U.A for both the hero course and general studies, Izuku really had no other option than to go to Aldera High School. It was the only school close enough to commute that didn't have a discriminatory quirkless policy in place that would, essentially, prevent Deku from earning his diploma, like mandatory quirk training classes. At least a small blessing was that most of his former classmates went elsewhere, preferring to attend Hero-focused schools. Except for Kariage, who was planning on having a career as a salary man like his father. It was funny really, getting put in the same class once again with one of his former bully. Izuku was fully prepared to deal with another 3 years of the same treatment he received in middle school…however without any of their old ‘friends’ around, the two boys actually became closer throughout high school. Close enough that some people actually thought that they were courting. Izuku brought it up once as a joke during their second year, when the two of them were walking home together.

But instead of laughing, Kariage simply tilted his head to look Izuku in the eyes and asked “Would that be so bad ?”

That was the day Izuku had his first kiss, and got his first boyfriend. Now 7 years later, he was ready to walk down the aisle and take that man as his husband.

Unbeknownst to him, Kariage was not the alpha he made himself out to be. From the beginning it had all been a joke to him. Kariage had kept in touch with most of his old buddies throughout high school and college, had kept them updated on his ‘relationship’. How easy it was to get Deku to do anything he wanted, how convenient it was to have a quirkless fuck toy at his disposal, how Deku never pried into his late nights ‘working’ or snooped through his phones to find countless illicit messages. It was funny really, and it only got funnier the longer it went on, the more dumb Deku believed they were going to be mates.

But now the joke had become kind of stale and, well, Kariage was ready to go out with a bang. So he went out a bought the cheapest engagement ring he could find and proposed. Smiled as sweet /stupid/ Izuku cried and hugged him, nodded along whenever he brought up wedding stuff, posed with him for their official engagement photos and told him to get whatever he wanted for his big day. It didn’t matter. Wasn’t like Kariage was going to pay for it, or even show up. No one would blame him for not wanting to be tied down to a quirkless omega, in fact everyone not in on the farce will be relieved to have him ‘come to his senses’. Leaving Deku at the alter, letting all his buddies come up and offer to ahem comfort his discarded omega, and sticking him with the (undoubtedly huge) bill was the perfect ending to this tiresome charade. Well almost perfect.

The only person Kariage never did keep in touch with was Bakugou. Tch, Mr. Bigshot certainly didn’t waste anytime dropping them all like hot garbage after graduation and now look at him, a top ten pro hero, catching villains with his holier than thou act. The recent backlash a popular magazine faced after placing him on their “Hero’s that look like Villains” list made Kariage chuckle. If only his fans knew the menace Dynamight really was behind the scene…

Honestly it was a shame Bakugou would miss the wedding, he always did enjoy picking on Deku the most. It was like his reason to wake up in the morning was to antagonize the young omega. And the more Kariage thought about it, the more incomplete his whole plan felt. Was there a more fitting way to humiliate Deku than to have his biggest tormentor present when he realizes he’s been stood up? The one person who pushed him down more than anyone else, who mocked his dream of being a hero and was now being worshiped by all? Maybe afterwards Kariage and the blond alpha could reconnect, have the hero introduce the newly single alpha to some of his fine ass omegan co-workers, like Maboromicamie. Snatching one of the hundreds of wedding invites from Deku’s desk, Kariage quickly scribbled a funny “Wear your Sunday’s best Blasty” on the inside and placed it in an envelope. It was obvious that handing the invite to Dynamite’s agency was basically asking for the damn thing to be tossed in the trash with the rest of his fan mail. Instead Kariage looked up what the hero’s usual patrol route was and left work early to catch him on what’s usually a quiet street. And it seemed luck was on his side because walking beside Red Riot’s hulking figure was Kariage’s former ‘bestie’, right on schedule.

Fixing an easy smile on his face, the dark haired alpha stepped out of his car and waved at the duo “Hey Bakugou, long time no see buddy!” Paying no heed to the alarmed look the redhead hero shot his way, Kariage strolled closer to his target.

“Uhh hey man, ya know we would really appreciate it if you’d stick to calling us by our hero names when we’re in uniform. No offense”

Kariage resisted the urge to roll his eyes “Yeah I get it, but it’s just that me and blondie here go way back”.

He’d never admit it out loud but Kariage absolutely despised Bakugou’s new group of lackeys, it was obvious the blond hero only kept them around for their impressive quirks and to boost his own popularity. It seems every month the ‘squad’ goes viral for some stupid shit, with people re-posting their selfies as #goals. As soon as one of those idiots slip down enough in the ranks, Katsuki would toss them aside for someone newer, stronger and flashier.

“Do I know you, extra? “

Ouch “Course you do, it’s your old pal from middle school, Kariage. How’ve you been?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell, we must not have been as close as you thought” With that, Dynamite began walking pass the other alpha. Resolutely ignoring the pitying look thrown his way by the other hero, Kariage began speed walking to keep up with Bakugou’s long legs and fast stride.

“You always did have a pretty shitty memory. Let’s see, does the name ‘Deku’ ring a bell instead then? “ The blond hero abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing the two males behind him to bump into his wide back. Bingo.

After quickly righting himself, Kariage pulled the invitation from his jacket pocket,and waved it in front of his former friend. Growling lowly, the hero quickly snatched it from other man and opened it impatiently “Hope you can free up your busy hero schedule to make it Kats. I doubt you’ll want to miss this”

Turning on his heel, the dark haired male walked back to his car without another word. After buckling his seat belt and pulling out a cig from his glove compartment, Kariage couldn’t help but smirk. Let Bakugou pretend to be an upstanding hero in public, let him act like he is just sooo much better than everyone he left behind. Kariage knows that deep down, Bakugou was still the same as the rest of their old crew and ,like them, he couldn’t wait for the day of the wedding to arrive. After all, Katsuki always did like making Deku his punchline.

Unfortunately for him, Katsuki didn’t take the joke as well as Kariage thought he would. Later that day, a small rumors would begin circulating online that Dynamite had been on the edge of a feral episode whilst on patrol and had to be given an emergency suppressant shot by Red Riot. His agency did not post a statement confirming nor denying this rumor.

Soon enough the day of the wedding arrived and the groom was at a bar close to the church Deku had booked. A beer in one hand and his phone in the other, Kariage was currently on a video call with one of his groomsmen, patiently waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle. To see in 4K the slow realization sink in that he was still plain faced, quirkless, loser Deku and nothing would ever change that. A fitting punishment for considering for even one second that he was somehow worthy enough to be mates with someone more evolved and clearly superior.

From the angle he could see most of the guests sitting in the pews, including Inko Midoriya.

Sheesh, from Deku’s baby pictures, he knew the older woman use to be a looker in her day. If this is what Izuku has in store for him in the future, Kariage was glad he got to enjoy him in his prime before it all went downhill. The only problem with this setup was that he couldn’t get a good view of the right side of the church, the groom side, which he assumed Bakugou was seated in. He couldn’t wait for this other friends to recognize there was a celebrity in their midst, they’d probably shit themselves out of pure glee.

Kariage self-consciously tugged his hoodie up higher to completely cover his hair when he noticed the guests begin to whisper amongst themselves, clearly aware that something was amiss. Oh yeah, no doubt about it, especially when he saw how nervous Izuku’s mother was starting to get. She looked about ready to pass out! Kariage was desperately trying to hold in his laughter as he watched her leave her seat when his best man lifted the phone up to speak to him

“Uhhh Kariage, we’ve got a problem.” The black haired alpha scoffed as his view was covered by his friends large hand

“Yeah what is it? The florist sent the wrong bouquet or something? Put the phone back in place, I’m gonna miss Deku’s entrance” His friend let out a humorless chuckle before speaking “Sorry man, looks like you’ve got a case of a runaway bride. No one’s been able to find him”

“What?” Kariage hissed, tightening his grip the glass of beer. “Yeah dude and get this, everyone thinks you’re the one who got ditched!” The alpha’s jaw clenched as his friend started snickering. What the hell?

“I’m going to ring his scrawny little neck when I find him. I’ll call you back shithead” Slamming the end call button, the dark haired male quickly paid for his drink and left. Izuku always let Kariage know his location, the alpha had lied and said he wanted to know for safety reasons but it was really to see if the omega was close enough to catch him cheating around town. It enraged Kariage even more to find that Deku’s phone showed he was still in the church. How has no one found him? And did he really get a case of cold feet at the last minute ? After months and months of talking nonstop about the wedding, the reception, different cake flavors, dream honeymoon destinations, all of that and he just decided to back out now ? Who did he think he was? Embarrassing Kariage in front of his family, friends, co-workers, and (most importantly) Bakugou like that.

Well change of fucking plans, now Kariage was going to drag the little punk by his hair to the altar and tear him a fucking new one. Tell him every single last thing he hated about the omega, from the dumb red sneakers he never took off, to his constant creepy muttering, his even creepier journals and just his general uselessness. Yeah back in junior high, Kariage might have thought Bakugou was being a bit extreme but now he got it. Izuku Midoriya would be doing the entire world a favor if he just dropped dead. After all that was said and done, Kariage was going to get the ring from the ring bearer and take it back to the store to see if they could still give him a refund. After a quick jog to the church, Kariage marched straight to the room his phone was saying Izuku was hiding in and immediately started banging on the door.

“Izuku you bitch, what the hell are you hiding for? Come out /now/ ”

Kariage never used a command on the omega before, never needed to as Izuku had been perfectly obedient up until now. The door remained closed and in his rage, Kariage opted to simply kick the damn thing open rather than wait any longer. “The fuck?” He wasn’t there. The alpha instantly saw Deku's phone laying on the floor, it was buzzing nonstop, but it’s owner was no where to be seen. Seeing no point in remaining in the empty room, the dark haired male turned around to leave, only to be knocked out by a singular punch.

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“Mrffph mmhm!”

Izuku didn’t want to wake up. This was the most comfortable he’s felt in ages. Wedding planning has seriously messed up his sleep schedule and it felt like his body was demanding he finally get some rest.

Sighing contently, he pulled the blanket up higher to cover his bare shoulder but before he could fall back into deep slumber, the sound of moving metal reached his ears. Scrunching up his nose, Izuku tried to cover his head with his pillow to block out the noise, only to realize all the pillows he owns have never felt as plump or as comfortable as the ones he was currently using were. The second thing the omega noticed was the oddly familiar scent on the pillows and blanket he was using. What on earth?

He quickly flung the pillow off of him and sat up right. Immediately Izuku realized that he was laying in the middle of a huge, comfortable bed situated inside a dimly lit, big, lavish room. The second thing he saw was that his fiancé was also in the room, except he was tightly bound to a chair with tape and heavy looking chains.

“Oh my god, Kariage are you alright?”

Unfortunately, the third thing Izuku realized was that his alpha had been gagged and was sporting a brand new black eye. Who had done this ? And why them?

Izuku attempted to leave the bed but quickly found that his ankle had been cuffed to one of the bed posts, it only allowed him to reach the edge and not an inch more. “I-it’s going to be fine, don’t worry. Someone must’ve noticed us missing by now. We’re probably going to get-rescued really soon”

His fiancé simply groaned and looked off to the side. Izuku winced, imagining the pain his poor boyfriend was enduring. As the omega tried to release some soothing pheromones to try and provide some form of comfort to his lover, the door opened. At first Izuku couldn’t see who had just walked in due to how dim the room was but he was sure of one thing, that man was pure alpha. It was obvious, not only from how tall and muscular he was but in the way he just exuded confidence. Izuku tugged the fallen blanket up to cover his bare torso as the mysterious figure walked closer. “Ya feeling cold Deku?”

And suddenly it was like a burst of hope exploded from his chest! “Ka-Dynamight?!” Izuku gasped, getting a better look at the hero now that he was just a few feet away. They were saved!

“Heh, glad to see you’re still the same excitable hero nerd you always were” The tall blond teased, a smug smirk gracing his unfairly handsome face. Izuku squirmed, feeling his cheeks turning pink at the hero’s remark. A secret Izuku kept from pretty much everyone, including Kariage, was just how much of a Dynamight fanboy he truly was. Buying merch would have been too obvious, all things considered, but Izuku’s phone contained multiple hidden folders chock full of photos and video clips of the blond hero’s many victories, not to mention some rather erotic and realistic photo edits made by other Dynamight enthusiasts. So embarrassing!

It was unfair really, how easily his former childhood friend was still able to completely and utterly capture his attention.

The same metallic scraping sounds snapped Izuku out of his musings and reminded him of the situation he and his fiancé were in. “Please help us, I-I don’t know how we got here or who kidnapped us but we should leave before they come back. I only have my ankle cuffed so you should get Kariage free first since it’ll take more time. “ The omega rambled, not noticing that his supposed hero had begun to remove his gauntlets and mask. He was too busy looking at his fiancé, whose face was growing worryingly paler by the minute.

“Don’t worry Izuku, everything will be just fine. And you know why?”

“Because you are here?” Izuku answered back with a soft smile gracing his face as he remembered when the two of them would spend entire afternoons binge watching old All Might cartoons. That smile soon slipped off his face when he looked back at the Pro Hero just sitting on the bed, half naked and making no move to help them. Dread slowly started creeping in the longer the alpha just sat there.

“K-Dynamight...how did you know where to find us ?" Izuku asked hesitantly, remembering his old friend's fiery temper. “Pretty easily” Bakugou shrugged before tossing the wedding invite on Izuku’s lap “Gave the address of the church to my pack mates and they picked you both up”. The blond alpha gave the omega a sly smirk before continuing “Right now you’re in Class A’s safe house. We all pitched in to pay Cementoss and Power Loader to build the structure for us and to make sure it was up to code. We come here whenever we need to burn off steam or want to have complete privacy”

Izuku's mind was racing, part of him completely terrified to know that his former friend had facilitated his abduction with the help of other trusted hero’s. The other part of him was thrilled to be inside a building made by venerated UA teachers. “I can give you a tour afterwards if you want,” Katsuki offered nonchalantly.

Normally Izuku would have jumped at the opportunity but he was stuck on what the hero had said “Afterwards? After what? “ The omega asked, completely baffled at the whole situation. Who gave Katsuki the invitation? Certainly not Izuku, he’d never be so bold as to assume their former classmate would actually show up.

“This dumbass challenged me to a dominance fight with that shitty invite. So that’s exactly what we’re gonna do” Katsuki explained and pointed towards the tatami mats next to the chair Kariage was in.

“What!” Izuku whipped his head to look back at his fiancé. Kariage’s eyes were bulging as he shook his head as much as could manage. This has to be some huge misunderstanding or a really unfunny joke! Katsuki clicked his tongue and shot them both an irritated look “I’ll be fucking fair, this’ll be a strictly no quirks fight. Just plain old fists and kicks, so don’t act like I’m being cruel and just mauling the bastard”. There was so much wrong in that sentence that Izuku didn’t know where to start.

“But Kacchan…even if he did challenge you-” which Izuku highly doubts, though it was a bit misguided, Kariage was just being thoughtful in wanting to include an old friend in their celebration. He had also invited other former classmates of theirs and none of them interpreted it as a challenge as Katsuki had. “Why would you even accept it?”

Bakugou sneered “Why wouldn’t I? He’s trying to marry an omega I’ve already claimed and had the nerve to taunt me with an invitation like it’s given that I’d just roll-over and let that happen. Stupid knothead needs to learn his lesson"

''W-what?” Izuku stared at him wide eyed “Kacchan you…you broke your bond with all of us on graduation. You can’t seriously still consider me a part of your pack” The blond alpha lowered his gaze slightly and took a moment to gather himself before responding “Do you remember me severing my bond with you specifically, Izuku?” The smaller male shook his head. Kacchan had been the default class alpha for three years when he presented early, and was the one who had bonded them all together as a pack.On their last day of school, Katsuki had addressed all of them and said he had no intention of keeping the pack together or staying in touch. Some of their classmates had blamed Izuku, saying Katsuki might have kept them around if their bond didn’t already include the quirkless boy.

As the omega was busy reminiscing, Kariage was silently sweating up a storm. There’s no way that Bakugou had been serious all those years ago. Back in junior high, they had all been disappointed that Midoriya had been the first omega to bloom. Even so, most of the boys had begun making suggestive comments and lewd gestures towards the smaller boy to rile him up. So when Katsuki began aggressively scenting the newly presented omega, everyone laughed. It was hilarious to see him randomly grab Izuku, and roughly rub his wrist glands up and down those freckled cheeks. For a while, everyone forgot what Izuku’s natural scent was since he only ever smelled like a campfire. Usually that was one way an alpha staked his claim on his intended omega, an unmissable sign to back off. But there was no way that was the case here. There has to be a reasonable explanation for all this.

Fuck, maybe Bakugou received the invite too close to his rut and wasn’t thinking straight. Kariage refused to believe that Katsuki was that possessive over an omega he had basically ditched and abandoned for years. Besides, there was no way the dark haired alpha had a chance at winning a dominance fight against him. It was basically sanctioned murder and for what? Kariage could understand if it was over Froppy or Maboromicamie but Deku?

Just as Katsuki began rising up from the bed to release the other alpha and, undoubtedly, start beating the living tar out of him, Izuku placed his hand on the hero's shoulder causing him to take a pause. “You don’t have to do that Kacchan. There…there is a-another way you can….” Izuku mumbled, looking away in embarrassment as he removed the blanket covering him, spreading his legs wide to show off his white lacy panties. While it has been common for alphas to have a dominance fight for the right to mate an omega, cucking was also an equally useful technique to claim an omega from another alpha, especially back in the pre-quirk era. Breeding and claiming an omega in front of another alpha proved that the rival alpha was weak, impotent, and unworthy. Allowing Kacchan to fuck him in front of Kariage would almost certainly cause Izuku’s omega to reject the dark haired alpha. It would save his boyfriend’s life.

Shyly looking up, Izuku gasped when he met Kacchan's intense gaze “Ya know what you’re offering me?“ growled Katsuki, licking his bottom lip as his eyes roamed the omegas supple body. Izuku nodded fervently, trying to mask how nervous he felt. It helped that Izuku was currently getting a great view of the hero’s amazing physique: he sported a well defined chest, toned abs, and delicious V cut with a happy trail leading down to his baggy pants. Despite the omega going to the gym multiple times a week, his body naturally retained fat and water weight in (what he considered) an unattractive way, causing him feel self conscious at being so exposed in front of the two alphas. Maybe Kacchan will find him that unattractive he’ll just let them both go peacefully.

“Like what you’re seeing Izuku?” Katsuki asked smugly, noticing the way the petite male was checking him out as well. The blond alpha was absolutely preening at the attention, flexing his biceps just to show off even more. The tiny omega whined at his teasing and moved his arms to cover up his torso as best he could.

Katsuki shifted closer to his partner, bending down to whisper in his ear “I asked you a question baby boy”. The feeling of the alpha's warm breath tickling the shell of his ear made Izuku bite down on his bottom lip. He was having a hard time focusing with Kacchan so close to him like this, his scent overwhelming the omega’s senses “‘m still waiting for an answer”

Not trusting that his voice wouldn’t fail him, Izuku tried giving the alpha a quiet hum to appease him. That’s when Katsuki nipped at the green haired omega's ear lobe, making him gasp in surprise. Kacchan’s lips then began traveling downwards until they reached Izuku’s pulse. “Hnng” The omega groaned, instinctively pulling his shoulder up to prevent the blond male from going any closer to his neck gland. Izuku hadn’t expected the alpha to be deterred by this and was surprised that he instead pulled away completely. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to, Deku. Hey dickhead, hope you learned literally any kind of self defense techniques cause tonight I’m itching to have a real fight” Katsuki said almost cheerfully which was somehow even more menacing than if he had said it in his usual irate tone.

“W-wait Kacchan, I do want it! I swear !“ The omega cried out, hands frantically grasping at the hero’s muscular arm. “Oh yeah?” Bakugou drawled, not sounding very convinced. Izuku squirmed, wanting to just hide under the covers “I’m…not really good with words so maybe I could just show you instead?” Now that got Katsuki’s attention, watching as his cute little nerd moved one of his hands from the top of the alpha’s forearm down to tug at his pants fly. His barely-there touch caused the blond’s cock to twitch with interest

“Can I make you feel good Kacchan?” Izuku asked, trying to keep all the alpha’s attention on him by applying the tiniest bit more pressure, feeling more confident the harder the hero became. The omega's movements stalled for a moment before Kacchan let out an affirmative grunt. Fat chance Katsuki was ever going to say no to such a sweet request.

Seeing the hero give him the go ahead, Izuku rose up onto his knees and began peppering soft kisses anywhere he could reach, from Katsuki’s shoulder to his collarbone and up underneath his jaw. Izuku had always been a bit of a romantic at heart and well, it seemed kind of awkward to be feeling the alpha up without even having gone to first base "Alpha…kiss me”. Katsuki’s large hands immediately cupped Deku’s chubby cheeks and pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a slow, sensual manner. Katsuki let out a pleased growl at how pliant the omega was being, allowing his tongue to enter without complaint.

And maybe this enabled Izuku to become even bolder because the little shit decided to unzip his pants when the alpha was distracted and pull out his aching member. Katsuki let out a hiss once he felt the cold air wash over his sensitive length, tugging at the omega’s bottom lip in retaliation. “Oh wow” Izuku whispered breathlessly, holding the heavy cock upright in his hand. This monster was supposed to go in him and yet, the omega’s fingers couldn’t even touch around its width. The scent of their combined arousal thickened now that Izuku was pumping the alpha's cock without restraint, his own white panties were becoming translucent with his slick. Not that the blond male was doing much better, the entirety of his tip was shiny with pre-cum Izuku couldn’t believe thee Dynamight had such a pretty cock, it was the perfect shade of pink, as thick as a damn can of soda and velvety soft to the touch. Embarrassingly, Deku could feel himself start to drool, wondering how it would feel in his mouth. And since he couldn’t get on his knees to properly blow the pro hero, the omega opted instead to lay down on his side.

Sticking his tongue out, Izuku began to trace the throbbing vein located right under Kacchan's mushroom head. Fuck,the smokey musk scent emanating from the alpha was the best thing Deku ever smelled and somehow the salty sweet taste was becoming his favorite flavor After a while of giving the leaking tip teasing kitten licks Izuku decided to try his luck at deep throating this behemoth. Opening his mouth as wide as possible, making sure to tuck his teeth behind his lips, Deku started sucking him in inch by inch. Katsuki groaned as he watched the omega struggle past the fifth inch, still making sure to continue stroking what wasn’t in his mouth but not giving up. He had to focus on not thrusting into his warm, wet throat just yet. Especially when it looked like the omega was enjoying himself at his own pace. Fuck he is so cute when he has tears spilling from those green orbs, his lashes clumping together. It made Katsuki want to bully him a little more, made the alpha want to protect him and keep him safe from the world a whole lot more. It was complicated. Eventually Bakugou’s eyes drifted up to the other alpha in the room.

Fucker had his head down, not daring to look at the two on the bed. That stupid idiot was lucky that Izuku cared about him so much or else he would have been getting his ass handed to him at this very moment. So he wasn’t going to get away with pretending he wasn’t being cucked, like he wasn't having the beautiful omega taken from his greedy grasp, hell no.

“Fuuuuck yes baby, just like that. You’re doing so good, mouth feels just like heaven” Katsuki groaned obnoxiously, praising the omega for his efforts. Evidently Izuku seemed to have liked that, his scent spiking as soon as Katsuki began to talk. The omega started bobbing his head faster in an attempt to continue pleasing the hero.

Shit, it was working too. The alpha felt the telltale sign of his balls tightening up. Katsuki knew he had enough stamina to go at it all night and still get hard the morning after but he wanted to make the omega finish first, damn it. After tugging on Deku’s hair until he released the alpha’s cock from his mouth with a loud pop, Katsuki dragged his thumb across his spit soaked lip and chin “Let me get a look at that pretty pussy of yours baby”.

Oh man, despite literally just slobbering on his dick, Izuku’s face glowed bright red at the suggestion. What a cute ass little strawberry. Slowly Izuku crawled off of the alpha and turned around into the most perfect presenting position ever. His soaked panties looked so lewd, flimsy fabric clinging on to his chubby lips

“Like this Kacchan?” Izuku asked, a bit nervous at how quiet the alpha became. The omega then let out a yelp as he felt his panties suddenly being ripped straight down the middle. “Just like that Izuku” His alpha purred, taking in the erotic sight before him. Izuku has such a nice fat, perky ass, the perfect size for Katsuki’s hands to squeeze and spread apart. Below the luscious freckled globes were his bare pussy lips, practically dripping with slick. The omega's clit was so red and swollen, it was just begging Katsuki to rub and sucked on it. And just barely peeking out from underneath the omega was his tiny little cocklet. It was smaller than what Katsuki remembered from the quick glances he was able to steal back in the gym locker room at Aldera. The alpha couldn’t wait to put his mouth on /everything/.

“My omega is so damn sexy. Look at you, leaking like a damn faucet and I haven’t even touched you yet. I know its gonna feel amazing around my cock” Katsuki rumbled, one hand kneading a plump ass cheek while the other went to spread Izuku’s chubby lips apart

“Eeepp!” Izuku yelped when the alpha shoved his face in unceremoniously and started lapping at his sensitive core. The omega had never been eaten out before, Kariage had said it felt too emasculating. That it implied that Izuku wasn’t feeling good from just his cock alone and was being a selfish omega in bed. Guilt started bubbling inside of the petite male and he shifted his hips in an attempt to get away from the alphas probing tongue

“A-ahh, you don’t have to- unnng, I don’t want to make you do more work”

The small omega whimpered as the hero delivered a light slap to his ass “Be a good omega and let me get my fill. Taste's so fucking amazing! “

Izuku felt his knees go weak as Kacchan dove back in. His tongue going in broad zigzag motions before focusing his attentions on Izuku’s clit, giving it firm, quick flicks. The omega couldn’t hold back a particularly loud squeal after Katsuki wrapped his lips around the erect bud and sucked. The alpha let go after a few seconds and returned to flicking it at a faster pace. Deku whined as he felt the coil in his belly tighten in a familiarly frustrating fashion. He’s always had a hard time finishing, and usually wound up feeling disappointed after sex or masturbating

It seemed like the only time he ever came was during the throughs of his heats, with the help of a particularly expensive vibrator Izuku had splurged on impulsively. Deku didn’t know why that was. But he has always wanted to have that damn coil snap, to feel the same pleasure every other omega in the world raves about. Izuku started to rock his hips impatiently, trying to find some extra stimuli to push him right over the edge. The next time Deku blinked, he was laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

“Maybe I can get ya to keep still in this position hah?” The alpha grinned, showing off his large, sharp fangs as he grabbed his hips firmly. “I can’t help it!” Izuku protested, trying rubbing his thighs together in an attempt to continue chasing that high. Too bad the alpha shoved them apart with his knees before that could happen

“Does my poor baby want to cum that badly?” Katsuki goaded, pushing his hips down to grind his cock against Izuku’s wet folds. His tip poking at the neglected entrance. The alpha could already tell that Deku’s hole would need to be carefully stretched in order for him to fit. The omega’s cute, pitiful mewls made it extremely hard for Katsuki to hold himself back. Especially when Izuku’s scent became needier, more desperate. Almost like he was going into heat but not quite as potent. Katsuki’s eyes darkened when he remembered a little tidbit from his third year sex-ed class, to seduce an alpha to mate with them, omegas are able to mimic the fertile scent of their heat to a lesser degree. Basically triggering the alpha’s stupid primal brain into thinking they found the perfect hole to stick their knot in. How adorable.

“Puh-please Kacchan. I’ll be good, please make me cum” Deku sobbed in relief when the alpha laid flat on his belly and began eating the omega out with renewed vigor. Katsuki’s tongue was persistently pushing against Izuku’s tight hole, demanding entrance. It took a couple tries but his tongue finally breached the omega’s cunt. The alpha took his time curling and twisting the slippery organ, savoring the taste of slick straight from the source. Bakugou stayed there until he /had/ to pull away in order to get some air and even then, he just went straight back to sucking on that pretty little clit again.

Wanting to test how much give the teeny cunt would allow, Katsuki pushed his index finger in past the first knuckle and was pleased at how the omega’s gummy walls seemed to suck him in. The hero soon added two more fingers in quick succession, making sure to check Izuku’s face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Instead, his cute little omega looked absolutely delighted to have his pussy filled and stretched out. And the alpha was clearly enjoying the feeling of the tight hole clenching around his fingers, as he hadn’t stopped purring since he started.

Prodding as gently as he could, Katsuki was in search of Izuku’s clutch, a specific area where omegas locked onto a knot. Izuku wasn’t actually in heat (despite his cloying scent) so the alpha wanted to know if it would be too much for him to take at this time. But the deeper he went, the more the omega’s walls relaxed and loosened, only clenching down when his fingers pulled away. After some time, he finally found it and pressed down to see what kind of reaction Izuku would have.

He hadn’t expected the omega to let out an ear piercing wail, cumming right there and then, absolutely drenching Katsuki’s entire forearm with slick. Shit! The alpha’s cock throbbed as he watched Izuku’s back arch, legs kicking while Katsuki began thrusting his fingers inside him roughly. “Ah ahh ngggh” The poor omega wasn’t given any time to come back down from his high, keening when Kacchan dragged his tongue across Izuku’s softening cocklet to get a taste of his sterile spunk. “Feels shooo good Kacchan, unng, ahh ah! Too good!”

The alpha gave his lower tummy a playful nip “You come like that all the time, nerd? Or am I just special?” It took a second for Izuku to form a response because he was much more focused on how close Katsuki was to touching that same spot in his cunt again “Mhhmm nuh…no” Izuku shook his head “’never done that before”

“Don’t know if I can believe you, squirting all pretty like that” The omega gasped as Katsuki put even more pressure on his sensitive clutch “Maybe I’ll be convinced if you do it again for me”

Izuku couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around that logic. And he wouldn’t have to because at that moment Katsuki carefully removed his fingers, right before the omega could reach his orgasm once more. Using his slick hand to pump his intimidating cock, the alpha locked eyes with Izuku “Last chance to back out Deku. I won’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable with”

Closing his eyes just for a moment, the omega remembered the situation he was in. He was doing this for his fiancé, to save him from this giant misunderstanding…to fix Izuku’s stupid mistake. Of course Deku should have realized that Kacchan wouldn’t have scented him nearly everyday for three years if he wasn’t being serious, should have clarified that the alpha was giving up his claim when they had graduated or should have just broken it himself.

Resolute in his decision, the omega opened his eyes again and bared his neck for the alpha. Accepting the show of submission, the blond hero slowly crawled over Izuku’s petite body and bent his head to drag his tongue over the tender scent glands on the omega’s neck.

“Please go slow Kacchan” Izuku blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth. That was stupid, Kariage had told him so the first time they had sex, that it hurt way less if the alpha entered fast instead of dragging it out. Katsuki tugged Izuku’s hand away before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Of course. Trust me ‘zuku, I promise take good care of you”. Leaning back, the alpha gripped his cock and guided it towards Izuku's slick folds, teasing his erect clit once more before aiming at his fluttering little hole. Immediately the omega felt like Kacchan's cockhead might be a touch bit too thick to successfully penetrate him. However the alpha kept his promise and used his other hand to fondle at Izuku’s cocklet to distract him from the intense stretch.

Once the tip slipped in the rest of Katsuki’s cock began to slowly sink in deeper, forcing Izuku’s cunt to stretch and reshape to fit his large manhood. Even so, the omega was letting out small mewls and sighs that he couldn’t hold back even if he tried. Kacchan’s cock was curved so nicely that it was brushing against all of Izuku’s good spots. Soon enough the alpha bottomed out with his tip resting nicely against Izuku’s cervix.

“Breathe for me Deku. I know its a lot but you’re doing so well” Katsuki murmured against the omega's ear. The praise made the omega’s heart flutter as he tried to inhale as much oxygen as his lungs could allow. “That’s it baby boy, just focus on breathing “ Kacchan instructed as he started to rock his hips ever so slightly. Something wasn’t right. There had to be something wrong with him, because there wasn't an explanation for how good Izuku was feeling. His pussy never felt this way when he had sex before. There was always a small amount of pain and ache Izuku had to endure and ignore whenever Kariage was inside him. But right now? It felt like every nerve inside his dripping cunt was alight, sending his brain nothing but unadulterated sparks of pleasure. The slow pace was forcing his body to savor each shift and drag. His inner omega was purring at the sensation, feeling so well cared for. And as his pussy got more use to the intrusion, the more ravenous it became until finally Izuku whined at the alpha to go faster

“Kacchan I want more” With a flash of his signature menacing smile Katsuki growled “Heh, you’re asking for it”

That was Izuku’s only warning before the alpha began to brutally pound into him, giving Izuku no choice but to sit back and just take it. The omega wailed and twitched at the sudden change in speed, mind blank as Kacchan continued to manhandle him. Izuku should be feeling guilty, should at least attempt to keep his noises at a minimum but it just wasn’t possible. Not when he experienced his second orgasm of the night, eyes rolling back as he moaned out the name of the man giving him so much pleasure.

“Good omega, cumming all over my cock untouched. Gimme one more yeah? Still want to see this cunt squirt all over my knot” Katsuki groaned as he pressed his swelling bulb against Izuku’s hole. It was as big as the omega’s fist, maybe even bigger, and the alpha just knew that his little mate was going to have no trouble taking all of it. Izuku, for his part, didn’t think he could cum any more, it was too much but his body wouldn’t settle until his alpha was locked inside of him·

“K-kacchan ah ahh yeesss, I want you to knot me. Please, I’m all your. Just please please gimme your knot” Izuku pleas turned to squeals the alpha began slamming into him once more. This time Katsuki was making sure to thrust in as deep as possible, his large mushroom tip grazing the omega's cervix with each push. Fuck it, time to claim his mate permanently. Katsuki forced his way in, bullying the omega’s tight walls to accept his huge knot, stretching Izuku in a way that he’s never been before but now knew he couldn’t live without. “So good! Yes please!!”

The omega's cunt was a twitching wreck so desperate to milk every last drop out, making an absolute mess as slick gushed out of him in an attempt to ease the knot in. Katsuki wasted no time sinking his fangs into Izuku’s neck as soon as his knot locked in place, his venom binding the two together for eternity. The effect was instantaneous as Izuku laid there, limp as though he had been scruffed, body staying still as it accepted the new claim, not daring to make any movement that may upset his alpha. Katsuki on the other hand was feeling like a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, his aching fangs finally finding the relief they had been searching for all this time. The two stayed there basking in the afterglow for some time until Katsuki’s knot deflated, which didn't take long considering he was not currently rutting. With a pleased sigh, the alpha unlatched from Izuku's neck and reached over to his nightstand to grab some wet tissues to relieved them of their drying fluids.

After making sure to carefully wipe down both Izuku and himself, Katsuki stood to toss the baby wipes in the trash, passing by his eerily silent rival. Clicking his tongue,the blond alpha decided he’d actually want to hear what this pathetic would-be usurper had to say for himself. On his way back, the hero swiftly removed the gag and then crouched down in front of the bound man, putting them at eye level.

It took a while but finally Kariage whispered “Why? Why did you do it?”

Bakugou scoffed, was the other alpha really so dense or just in denial? Izuku had always belonged to Katsuki, and now always will, it was just that simple.

Just as the hero opened his mouth to respond, the dark haired male stared him straight in the eye and yelled “Shit, you just ruined your life man! Y-your stuck with him now. That claim is going to fuck with your head and make you want to actually act like real mates, damn it!” Kariage’s chest was heaving as he struggled against his bonds “Kats you know I would have never stolen an actual pack omega from you. Izuku was just an easy lay, a-a place holder until I found someone better and the wedding was going to be this big joke. All of our buddies were in on it. That’s why I invited you. It wasn’t a challenge! I thought you’d understand that”

Kariage continued to jabber on, not yet taking note of the furious scent emanating from the alpha in front of him “Look, as a hero you must have seen enough murders to know how to make one look like an accident. A-and I can even be your alibi if anyone starts asking too many quest-“ The dark haired male was cut off when Katsuki hand suddenly wrapped itself around his throat.

“Are you fucking suggesting I kill my own mate? I was going to let you walk out of here alive but how about we test how good of an “accident” I can stage hmm?” His grip tightened as his hand began to grow dangerously hot.

“No! Please don’t do it, please don’t kill him Kacchan” Izuku pleaded from the bed, ankle straining against his cuff as he tried to reach the two alphas. “Why?! After everything he’s just admitted to, why shouldn’t I ? Do you really care about him that fucking much?” The blond hero yelled, still facing his former friend but dropped his hand allowing the other alpha to breathe again. Kariage was now shaking badly in his seat. Katsuki was fucking crazy. There was no way he was going to let the other alpha live, Kariage was going to die a slow and painful death all because he made the wrong omega fall in love with him.

“Because he’s not worth it. Because you’ve worked /so/ hard, breaking through the top ten before anyone else from Class 1A. Because you’ll never get to be number 1 if you get caught. And b-because I want you to stay with me…” Izuku implored, his big green eyes becoming glossy with tears as he reached a hand out to his new mate. The omega held his breath as Katsuki turned around. Suddenly the blond alpha dropped to his knees and grasped his outstretched hand “You’re right, can’t be a good mate if I get thrown in Tartarus can I?” Gently he turned Izuku's hand to be palm side up and pressed soft kisses from the center of his palm to his wrist.

It was odd really, seeing such a giant man, someone capable of immense destruction, kneeling and looking so utterly enamored. The omega let out a soft sigh of relief. Everything was going to be okay.

“But he can’t go unpunished, you understand that right? As a hero I can’t let him get away with his threats” Bakugou whispered. After gently pushing a whimpering Izuku to lay back down on the bed, Katsuki turned his attention back on his former classmate. Before either of the former lovers could say another word, Pro Hero Dynamight let out a devastatingly accurate AP shot.

Fast forward five months later we find the ex-groom sitting in his kitchen table with his head buried in his hands, overdue bills and credit card statements surrounded him. His life was in shambles; while his err ‘groin injury’ did heal, it cost his right testicle and left his dick with a nasty scar, causing almost all of his previous affair partners to completely ghost him. The few he did manage to keep around weren’t anything to write home about.

His friends weren’t on speaking terms with him either, even though it wasn’t even Kariage's fault! Those idiots had made a second group chat dedicated to exchanging nude photos that he had received from Izuku and shared with them.

For the most part, Kariage deleted them off his phone and texts because 1. He was already fucking Izuku, he didn’t need to jerk it like those fucking losers and 2. He wasn’t dumb, there were tons of laws passed about revenge porn concerning omegas and he wasn’t about to get in trouble over Deku.

Those morons probably would have been fine if they had kept it to themselves but one idiot added their supervisor to the chat to show off a particularly sexy cosplay Izuku had done of Froppy. Probably in a desperate attempt to impress him or something but it backfired when the co-worker was instead disturbed to see them also sharing explicit photos from when Izuku was still in high school. He instantly reported this to their HR department and a police investigation soon followed and basically busted everyone in the damn chat. Oh, but according to all his friends, it was his fucking fault they were getting investigated. It was only going to get worse for them once the police figure out the poor omega in the photos was the #3 Pro Hero’s mate.

There was no way in hell Baku-Dynamight was going to let that slide. He was probably going to come after Kariage next as the one who actually shared them all those years ago. But that was a problem for another day because right now, he was still trying to figure out how to pay for the wedding he didn’t even get to have. Meanwhile…

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”Yes…a-ahh yes please right there Kacchan” Izuku moaned, face down with his back arched, hips eagerly meeting his mates rough thrusts. His alpha knew all the spots that drove Izuku wild by heart now and made sure to hit them with exact accuracy in any position they found themselves in. The petite omega squealed as Katsuki changed his pace, thrusting faster causing their combined juices to squirt and spill out of his well fucked hole.

“That’s it baby, come on now. Cum all over your alpha's cock” Kacchan crooned, pausing his thrusting to grind up against Izuku’s cervical opening causing the omega to start trembling. “Oh! Oohh I’m so close Kacchan please, I want you to finish inside me. Wanna be ful- hnnng”.

Lately Katsuki has been a bit obsessed with cumming all over Izuku’s cute face, watching his omega try desperately to catch it in his mouth. But there really was no better feeling than finishing in Izuku’s tight, warm cunt. “Anything you want baby…shit, gonna give you a big load since I didn’t get to fuck you this morning. Think you can handle it ?” The omega let out a loud wanton moan “I want it so badly, I can handle it. Pleeaase!!”

It was almost a shame that Deku wanted to wait a little longer before becoming a mommy. Something about wanting to get to know each other better before bringing a pup into the mix. Not that even mattered because the omega was a natural cum slut anyways, always wanting his pretty pussy filled to the brink and doing damn near anything to get his way.

Fuck, Katsuki couldn’t even try and hold back now that Izuku’s tight walls started to contract and massage his cock, spurring him on to empty his balls already. With one last deep thrust, the alpha came directly into Izuku’s awaiting womb. Seeing him moan and purr at getting his daily dose of spunk always made Katsuki’s heart clench. To think that his perfect mate nearly slipped through his fingers due to his own negligence caused the alpha physical pain.

Doesn’t matter now that the both of them were proudly sporting mating bite. The past couple of months have been filled with the alpha's attempts of proving himself to Izuku, from bringing him courting gifts each day, to going out on extravagant dates, cooking all of his favorite meals, and also pack bonding. Shit, Katsuki thought the omega was going into cardiac arrest when he found out he had been kidnapped by Invisible girl and Red riot, and that the chain used to cuff him to the bed was made by none other than Creati. Luckily his pack mates were all able to convince Izuku that they didn't mean any harm and would do anything to protect him. He's even had a couple of sleep-overs with the other omegas in the pack when Katsuki inevitably got called away for overnight missions. So. Fucking. Adorable.

The alpha was brought back to reality when he realized that Izuku had been trying to get his attention. "Wanna be on top this time" He purred, gently pushing at his mates shoulder until Kacchan relented, laying down on his back as Izuku climbed on top, eagerly sitting back down on Katsuki’s still hard cock. “Kacchan?”

“Hmm yeah baby?” Katsuki grunted as Izuku started riding him in earnest, still a little sensitive from his last orgasm. “I wanna get married. Can we please Kacchan? I want to have your last name. Wa-want be called Bakugou by everyone. Pretty please” Izuku cried out, grinding his hips in a perfect infinity sign, baring down on the alpha's cock. Maybe it was too soon (or too late depending on how you saw it) but the omega didn't care. He has never felt so loved and spoiled in his life, and it had always been his dream to tie the knot with his former childhood friend.

“Anything you want baby” Katsuki answered, reaching up to stroke Izuku’s cocklet, mind racing with endless possibilities about the wedding venue, guest list, cake flavors and more. But one thing was for sure, this wedding was going to have fucking military style security if Katsuki had anything to say about it.

FIN

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