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Katsuki breathed in deeply as he walked down the street. It was nice being out in the fresh air, even though it was autumn, meaning winter would soon be arriving.
He pulled up his scarf. He supposed that was at least something positive about the colder weather. It made it easier to hide his neck…
Katsuki always had a love-hate relationship with being outside. He didn’t use to. He didn’t use to reflect on it much, but that had been some time ago now.
Reaching the grocery store, he pulled out the list he had written. He went once a week, so he made sure to carefully write down everything he needed. He wouldn’t be making any more runs if he missed something. This time, he also wouldn’t be back in the store for two weeks, since he was going to be on his heat the week after.
Being on his heat was unpleasant. It gave him bad cramps, and he’d have some… slick issues. He had made sure to put slick pads on his list, but it wasn’t anything more than that. His scent would sweeten, but he could just wear thicker scent patches for that. Life wasn’t that different when he was on his heat, even though he didn’t enjoy it, but it had still been a long time since he’d been outside his home during a heat. It wasn’t Katsuki’s choice though…
Grabbing a cart, he began going down the aisles, checking items off his list. It was routine. He always visited the same store, so he knew the layout well.
He frowned as he glared up at a bag put on one of the higher shelves. Why did people find it necessary to put shit so high up?! Being an omega had unfortunately made him… well short. He didn’t care that much about it, but it did bring some inconveniences. He tried standing on his toes, reaching up, but it wasn’t enough. He began looking around for one of those little step stools, when someone else walked up and easily grabbed the bag of flour he’d been reaching for.
Scowling, he glared up at the stranger, who turned out to not be a stranger at all.
“Bakugou?!” Kirishima stared down at him in surprise.
The redheaded alpha was looking the same as Katsuki remembered him, though it had only been two years since they’d graduated from UA.
“Hey,” Katsuki muttered and took the bag Kirishima held out to him.
“Man! It’s been ages! I haven’t seen you around at all!” Kirishima exclaimed, and all Katsuki could think of was how much he suddenly wanted to leave. “How have you been?!” Kirishima asked earnestly though.
“Well,” Katsuki answered, lying.
“Yeah? Good to hear! What’re you up to then? I haven’t seen you in the rankings at all!”
It was not a topic Katsuki wanted to discuss. In fact, he would have preferred not to have to talk with the redhead at all, even though… even though they had once been friends. Kirishima had been Katsuki’s only real friend…
“I’m working on it. I’m… saving up to start my own agency,” Katsuki answered. “I don’t wanna half-ass things, you know?”
“Oh… right! I get it! That’s bold of you! Not wanting to start the sidekick route, like I’m doing!” Kirishima grinned widely, and Katsuki was hit with a small wave of nostalgia. There had been some good times, for a while…
“Are things going well for you then?” Katsuki found himself asking.
“Yeah! I’m happy Fat Gum chose to give me a permanent spot! He’s a really cool boss!”
Katsuki listened for a while as Kirishima happily talked about his work. Katsuki tried not to be too jealous.
“So, when do you think you’ll be ready to make your debut then? It’s tough starting out on your own first thing, isn’t it?” Kirishima eventually asked.
“I’m… I’m still working on getting enough money,” Katsuki mumbled, hoping that Kirishima would stop asking.
“Right, right!” Kirishima stared down at him while smiling. “Don’t work too hard though. You’re looking a bit thin…”
“It’s part of being a damned omega,” Katsuki muttered.
“I know! It’s just… You’re looking even thinner than before.”
“Never you mind!”
“Ah, sorry!” Kirishima held up both hands in a placating manner. “It’s so nice to see you again though! I tried getting a hold of you forever, but it was like you just vanished.”
“Been busy…” Katsuki mumbled.
“Hey! You changed your number, right? Can I get your new one?” Kirishima was looking so damned eager. Katsuki shouldn’t though… He really shouldn’t, but he’d missed it. He’d missed having a friend.
“Give me your phone,” he muttered, and quickly typed in his number before giving himself a call, making Kirishima’s number show up as a missed call.
“Great!” Kirishima smiled. “Now we can meet up a bunch.”
“Don’t call me on that number,” Katsuki said, being dead serious. “I… don’t like being bogged down with calls and texts. Only text me if I text you first.”
“Alright…” Kirishima looked a bit confused but thankfully didn’t push it.
At that moment, Katsuki’s phone vibrated in his hand.
“Listen, I got to finish up and go,” he said.
“Yeah, sure! We’ll talk more later, yeah?! We can meet up somewhere!”
“Yeah, maybe,” Katsuki answered in a non-committal manner, and watched as Kirishima lumbered off.
He made sure the redhead was out of sight before looking down at his phone. There was a simple text on the screen.
Where are you?
Grocery store, where else? Katsuki typed back.
Proof?
Biting his lip, Katsuki raised his phone and snapped a damned selfie in front of the shelf behind him and sent it.
After a few moments, he received another text.
Finish up and go back home.
Feeling exactly like the little bitch he was, Katsuki did just that, grabbing the rest of the items on his list and carrying the bags back to his building. He took the lift up to the flat, juggling the bags to take out his key before unlocking the door. When he entered, he took off his shoes and stuff before trudging into the kitchen with the grocery bags. He couldn’t help glancing up towards the camera which he knew was in one of the bookshelves. He was certain there were more cameras around, but that was the one which was the most obvious.
After putting away all the groceries, he looked around the flat. It wasn’t a huge flat by any means, but it was quite nice. He still hated it though. He hated it and found it strangely comforting at the same time. It was where he was spending his life, his shitty life, which had turned out so fucking different from what he’d planned. He’d been aiming so fucking high yet here he was…
Shaking his head, he began cleaning a bit. The flat was his damned life, so he didn’t want any dirt or dust in it. It didn’t take too long to finish though seeing as he cleaned every day.
Looking down at his phone, he pulled up Kirishima’s number and thought for a moment. He shouldn’t do it, but he found himself saving the number anyway. He didn’t create a new contact though. He instead saved it in the notes under his mom’s name. She was one of the few contacts in his phone.
He considered what to do next and chose to sit down on the sofa and turn the TV on. It was time for the local news, and he watched it without paying too much attention. He did sit up a bit straighter though when a segment came on, showing footage from a villain incident earlier in the day. Endeavour was on the scene along with… along with his son. Together they quickly handled the situation.
Katsuki stared at the brief glimpses he was shown of Todoroki Shouto. The one who had been Katsuki’s main rival at UA. The one who was succeeding big, just like…
Turning off the TV, Katsuki went and got himself a book to read instead, trying hard to stop his thoughts from wandering too much. He didn’t really succeed at that, and he was kind of glad when he eventually glanced up at the clock to see that it was time to start preparing dinner.
He hadn’t received another text, which meant that everything was on schedule as usual. He therefore began cooking for two. There was a small shelf in the kitchen filled with various cookbooks. They had all been gifts. Katsuki was good at cooking. He’d cooked a lot ever since he’d been a kid. His parents had travelled a bunch for work, so Katsuki had ruled the house on his own on many occasions. Now that he was an adult, he ruled nothing though.
He’d just finished and was plating everything when he heard the front door open. He kept his face blank and didn’t turn around, staying focused on getting the last bit done.
There was the sound of footsteps behind him before a pair of well-muscled arms wrapped around his waist. The right hand was all crooked and scarred.
“Hi, Kacchan. I’m home,” Deku whispered into his ear. “How was your day?”
“Fine,” Katsuki muttered.
“Hm, did you get everything on your list?”
“Yeah.”
“You took longer than usual. Did anything happen?”
Katsuki sighed. It was always the same.
“No, I just had a longer list this time, since… since I’m not going next week.”
“Oh, that’s right…” Deku hugged him tighter, pressing up against Katsuki and resting his chin on Katsuki’s head.
When they’d been kids, Deku had been a little shrimp, but then he’d started growing and filling out like a typical alpha. He was still not as tall as most alphas though, but quite a lot bigger than Katsuki, who had stopped growing any taller early on.
“It’s smart of you not to go out during your heat,” Deku said, and Katsuki rolled his eyes. Deku would always loose it if Katsuki did go out.
“Whatever. Get off. Dinner is ready,” Katsuki grunted.
“Can I give you a kiss first? I really missed you,” Deku mumbled.
Katsuki didn’t answer nor resist when the alpha spun him around and bent down to kiss him. It was also routine.
When the damned kissing was done, Deku pulled back and stroked Katsuki’s cheek before smiling as he traced the scar in the crook of Katsuki’s neck.
“You’re so pretty…” Deku mumbled.
“Let’s just eat,” Katsuki grumbled.
The dinner was fairly quiet. Katsuki only half-listened while Deku told him about his day, working as a hero…
“That tasted really good, Kacchan! You’re so talented!” Deku smiled after they were finished.
Katsuki said nothing and just cleared the table.
“You want to take a bath together, Kacchan?” Deku asked him and Katsuki frowned.
He liked baths, especially during the colder seasons, but he preferred to take them alone.
“I showered earlier today,” he muttered as he finished cleaning up.
“It will warm you up though,” Deku insisted. “You went out into the cold today.”
“Stop it. I don’t wanna.”
“Kacchan, you always have to be so difficult, don’t you?” Deku sighed before wandering off to the bathroom.
As Katsuki sat down on the sofa while Deku took a shower, he bundled himself up in some blankets. He was feeling a bit chilly. Maybe he should’ve just agreed to the damned bath. He enjoyed saying no though and getting his way.
The alpha eventually joined him on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch some program which didn’t matter. Katsuki kept still as Deku put an arm around him, making him lean up against the alpha.
“Kacchan,” Deku said after a while. “Can you show me your phone?”
Katsuki sighed as he handed it over. It was something he was used to.
Deku unlocked it and began looking through it.
“What’s this, Kacchan?”
Katsuki glanced at the screen and saw Kirishima’s number which stood listed in the call history.
“I don’t know,” Katsuki shrugged. “You know I don’t answer my phone when it’s an unknown number.”
“That’s good of you, Kacchan,” Deku said and deleted the number from the history. Luckily, he didn’t bother going into the individual names on Katsuki’s meagre list of contacts.
Katsuki took the phone when Deku handed it back to him, smiling.
“I was thinking,” Deku mused and pulled Katsuki closer. “I want to take you out somewhere.”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. Deku never took him anywhere.
“It’s time we got you a collar, right?” Deku stared down into Katsuki’s eyes, smiling that almost nervous smile of his. The one which had so many fooled.
“I’ve told you, I don’t wanna get fucking married,” Katsuki protested and tried to pull away, but Deku held firm.
It was frustrating. So fucking frustrating. Had it been before, Katsuki could’ve just blown up the nerd, but now… He’d been claimed. Deku had claimed him, which meant that Katsuki’s damned omegan instincts wouldn’t let him harm his cursed alpha. His quirk was fucking useless when it came to Deku.
“I know, Kacchan, but I don’t get it. We’re already mates. Why do you resist marriage?”
Katsuki knew that Deku did in fact get it. The nerd wasn’t fucking stupid. That was part of the problem. He was always scheming…
Katsuki had almost nothing left, except for one thing. His name. The claim gave Deku every right over him, so marriage wouldn’t really change anything, but it would change Katsuki’s name. Deku would take being a Bakugou from him. It was a very deliberate choice of the alpha. It was one more way of gaining control.
“I said I don’t wanna, you shithead!” Katsuki insisted, still uselessly trying to break free.
His power had never really lain in pure strength. It had been a combination of his quirk, his agility and reflexes. Deku on the other hand, had gained the muscle which Katsuki could never hope to gain. The nerd been such a fucking weakling, until… until he’d been given that quirk of his. All Might’s quirk. Deku had kept training and improving until at last he’d… he’d stood above Katsuki. He had made Katsuki submit… and he kept…
“Stop it, Kacchan. You always hurt me so much. I don’t know why you always insist hurting me. Haven’t we moved past that. I forgave you, didn’t I?”
Katsuki glared up into those wide eyes which stared at him intently.
“The claim is enough…” Katsuki mumbled and stopped resisting, letting Deku pull him closer again.
“It’s not… We both know it’s not,” Deku murmured and tilted Katsuki’s head up, giving him a kiss. “I’ve been patient with you, Kacchan, have I not? Can’t you do this, for me? Stop being so afraid.”
There was nothing Katsuki could say. He’d been able to resist up to this point, but it seemed like they had reached the end of the line. He wouldn’t get his way this time.
“Don’t make me…” he pleaded. He fucking pleaded. There truly was no end to how much he would have to debase himself.
“I’m not making you do anything, Kacchan. It’s what we both want, isn’t it? You’re mine. You’ll always be mine, my omega.”
Deku kissed him again, prodding at Katsuki’s lips with his tongue. Katsuki tried to stay defiant, but when Deku gripped his jaw, digging his crooked fingers into Katsuki’s cheeks, he gave in. It was all he did nowadays.
He let his alpha snake his tongue into his mouth, kissing him fervently. He felt Deku’s other hand grip the back of his hair, holding him firmly in place. When Deku noticed that Katsuki had stopped resisting, he became gentler, and eventually he loosened his strong grip to let his hands roam down Katsuki’s body.
It would have been better to just have agreed to the damned bath…
“I want you, Kacchan…” Deku murmured before kissing Katsuki again. “You always look so inviting…”
Katsuki could try saying no again, but Deku would just keep pestering him. The stupid nerd had always been so damned persistent. It was easier to just get it over with.
Deku lifted him up a bit and tossed the blankets aside before making Katsuki spread his legs somewhat before the alpha let his hand creep down into Katsuki’s sweatpants and inside his panties.
“You want me too, don’t you, Kacchan?” Deku asked, looking into Katsuki’s eyes.
“Bedroom,” Katsuki mumbled while averting his gaze.
“No, let’s do it here,” Deku decided as he shoved two thick fingers into Katsuki’s cunt.
Katsuki winced a little as Deku started pumping his fingers in and out of him. It didn’t make Katsuki feel any more excited. The alpha had no clue. It was easier when Katsuki was on his heat. Then his body just kind of forced him to enjoy it more.
“Touch me too,” Deku mumbled, and Katsuki kept his face blank as he reached down inside Deku’s shorts and gripped his alpha’s thick cock, moving his hand up and down it’s veiny surface, feeling it become harder and harder.
“Your hands are always so soft, Kacchan… I love you. I love you so much.”
It was humiliating, but Katsuki tried not to care too much. He’d done it so many times already. It was also kind of routine.
He let Deku kiss him again as they kept touching each other.
It had all started when Katsuki had apologised. It had been during their second year at UA. Katsuki had had a lot of shit to work through. He’d previously always been top dog. Being at UA and seeing others at his calibre, and in some cases above, had been both thrilling, infuriating and humbling.
Seeing Deku develop so fucking rapidly had been hard to accept. It had sent Katsuki spiralling until he had figured it out. Deku and All Might’s secret that is. That had also been fucking earth-shattering to Katsuki. Deku had been chosen by the Number One…
Katsuki had challenged Deku, and they’d fought. Afterwards, Katsuki had kept his distance, just watching as the nerd kept progressing, mastering more and more of the quirk All Might had given to him. The power of it was terrifying, or at least the potential of it was. Deku had made progress rapidly, but in reality, it had only been in small increments. He’d had to keep strengthening his body to be able to withstand more and more of that power.
Katsuki had also kept training, but he hadn’t been able to keep staying ahead. Deku had eventually begun to catch up. Katsuki hadn’t quite known what to do with that. He could accept that the Half-and-half bastard was strong. He’d been strong from the beginning, but Deku… Katsuki had berated him for years. He’d called the nerd weak and pathetic, so what did that make Katsuki in the end?
Therefore, during their second year, Katsuki had finally apologised. It had been a hard thing to do, but Katsuki had forced himself to face the fact that he’d been wrong. He wasn’t that much of a loser that he was above admitting it. In fact, it had felt kind of liberating.
How Deku had responded had been anything but though. Of course, the nerd had cried. He didn’t do it much anymore, but back then he had still been in his crying phase. He’d thanked Katsuki and had said that he’d forgive him if… if Katsuki and Deku could be close again, closer than they’d been before.
Katsuki had been so surprised that he’d just ended up nodding stupidly. It was when Deku had embraced him and kissed him that he’d realised just what he’d agreed to, but then it had been too late.
He’d thought that it might not be too bad. He could indulge Deku for a while. He’d supposed that he owed the nerd that. He’d only required that they’d keep it secret, and Deku had strangely eagerly agreed.
That was how Katsuki had somehow ended up dating Deku of all people. It was just supposed to be something temporary, an extended form of Katsuki’s apology. He’d been so fucking naïve…
“Kacchan, turn around and get on your knees,” Deku panted into his ear as he pulled his fingers out of Katsuki’s cunt.
Still keeping his face blank, Katsuki did as he was told, gripping the sofa’s plush armrest. The sofa dipped behind him as Deku took up position and pulled down Katsuki’s sweatpants and panties.
Katsuki kept still as he felt Deku’s cock press up against his entrance.
“You’re so beautiful, Kacchan…” Deku said as he gripped Katsuki’s hips and shoved his cock into him.
Katsuki grunted a little as his cunt was speared open, like it had been so many times before. It still felt a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t slicking much.
Deku waited a little before he began moving, slowly at first and then faster. Katsuki stared at the wall in front of him while Deku fucked him, thrusting his cock in and out, forcing Katsuki’s cunt to take it. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t that enjoyable either.
After a while, Katsuki began slicking a bit more though and it became easier.
“Mine… Mine… All mine…” Deku panted as he snapped his hips back and forth while holding Katsuki in place. “Say it… Kacchan… Say that… you’re mine…”
Katsuki didn’t want to say it, but when Deku suddenly shoved his cock in as far as it could go, Katsuki couldn’t help but yelp a bit.
“I’m yours…” he hissed.
“That’s right…” Deku said as he went back to thrusting more shallowly. “You gave yourself… to me… You chose me… Didn’t you… Kacchan?”
“Yeah…” Katsuki grunted as Deku started hammering into him, making each thrust deep.
It was a bit of a relief when Katsuki eventually felt the base of Deku’s cock start to swell. When it started catching on Katsuki’s entrance, he knew that it would soon be over.
He rested his cheek on the armrest as Deku pressed him down before knotting him fully. Katsuki once again couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small moan when Deku thrust his whole cock inside, stretching Katsuki open painfully wide as the knot popped inside of Katsuki’s entrance, locking them together.
It was always a mix of many emotions. Taking Deku’s full knot was always uncomfortable, and Katsuki hated the fact that Deku was squirting out his damned cum inside of him, but it also meant that there would be no more for a while. All that was left was to wait for the damned knot to go down.
He cursed though when Deku began pulling back, making Katsuki have to follow him.
“Watch it!” he snapped as Deku’s damned knot pulled on him painfully.
“Sorry, Kacchan… Come here. I just want to keep you warm.”
Deku wrapped an arm around Katsuki’s chest and gently guided him backwards until he was sitting in the alpha’s lap, leaned up against Deku’s chest. Looking down, he was at least relieved to see that Deku was still mostly wearing his shorts. He didn’t want to have to clean the sofa after Deku had sat on it bare-assed.
“I love you, Kacchan. My Kacchan,” Deku murmured into his ear. “It will always be you and me, won’t it?”
Katsuki said nothing and just waited while Deku kept whispering useless shit into his ear.
It had been a mistake. It had all been a mistake. He should never have agreed to be with Deku. He should have tried to break it off sooner.
The first few months hadn’t been too bad though. Deku had kept his promise and hadn’t let anyone catch on to it. During the day they would train and stuff, but the alpha would usually sneak up to Katsuki’s dorm room late at night where they’d just hang out. Katsuki would allow Deku to hold his hand and shit like that, but it hadn’t been that much different from just regular shit. It had just been like being with a friend or something.
After some time, Deku had begun to ask if they could kiss though. Katsuki had reluctantly allowed it. He had agreed to date the nerd after all. Deku had been fucking overjoyed and had started getting more and more clingy, always wanting to touch Katsuki and shit.
Perhaps it wouldn’t have gone so far if they hadn’t lived in the dorms. If Katsuki could have gotten away from Deku sometimes and had had time to think things through properly, but Deku had constantly been at his side. Even during the days when they were just classmates, Deku was always there, watching him. Katsuki hadn’t thought that much about it though.
It had all come to a head one night when Katsuki had texted Deku that he was going to hang out with Kirishima instead. Katsuki had come back from the redhead’s room to find Deku waiting for him. The nerd’s face had been blank, which was an unusual thing.
Katsuki had tried to get him to leave. He had just wanted to go to sleep. Deku had begun fucking accusing him though. Accusing him of cheating of all things. That had set Katsuki off, and he’d shouted that he wanted to break it off.
Being the only omega in the class, Katsuki had had a floor in the dorm to himself, so no one had heard their argument.
Deku had been… He’d been strange. He hadn’t cried. Instead, he’d gotten angry as well. He’d berated Katsuki for being selfish and cruel, agreeing to a relationship when he’d been meaning for it to be temporary from the start.
Katsuki had realised that Deku was right. He had been cruel. This time he hadn’t meant to be though. He hadn’t expected the nerd to take it so seriously. He’d been wrong. Once again, he’d been wrong.
In hindsight, he suspected that Deku had calculated it all. He’d known exactly which buttons to push. When he’d asked Katsuki for sex in order to make it up to him, Katsuki had first refused. Deku had insisted that he would allow Katsuki to break it off, but the sex would be a way to make it up him.
The final straw had been when Deku had called him a coward.
He had agreed. Katsuki had fucking agreed. Deku had fucking cornered him.
That night he’d lost his virginity.
It was the price he’d paid for all his past transgressions. He had at least made Deku wear a condom. It was only long afterwards that he thought about how strange it was for Deku to have even brought a condom that night.
That night was meant to have been it though. They would have been done afterwards.
At the moment when Deku’s knot had locked them together for the first time though, Katsuki had been distracted by the pain of it all and he hadn’t been fast enough. He hadn’t been able to stop Deku. He’d screamed a muffled scream, hindered by Deku’s hand over his mouth when the alpha had ripped into his neck, filling his bloodstream with the bastard’s venom, forever tying Katsuki to him.
Deku had apologised profusely afterwards, saying that it had all been instincts in that specific moment. At the time, Katsuki had believed him, but he didn’t anymore.
That had been it though. That night Katsuki had become Deku’s.
He’d hidden the wound and had tried ignoring the bond, making himself very ill for weeks. Deku had come to him then, enveloping him with pheromones which had made him feel so much better.
Deku had explained how Katsuki needed him, needed his alpha. Katsuki wouldn’t be able to be a hero without Deku. There was no escape from it. Katsuki had had no choice but to accept Deku again.
After that Deku had slept in Katsuki’s room each night, waking up early to sneak back to his own room before the others woke up. They had both agreed to still keep what they were doing secret. It had continued to the end of year two and then the entirety of year three. No one else found out, but Katsuki had withdrawn from everyone even more than before.
Deku had kept telling him that if he let his guard down, someone would see the scar. He’d also told him that someone was sure to sense Deku’s scent on him. Deku had scented him thoroughly every night, and Katsuki hadn’t been able tell him to stop since it had helped keep Katsuki from feeling like shit.
Deku had always been watching. He’d said he was looking out so that their secret wouldn’t be discovered. It meant that he would always find a way to insert himself between Katsuki and anyone he happened to be interacting with.
They had finally graduated though, and with that Katsuki had thought… He’d thought that somehow it would get better. He’d thought that he was about to start working towards his dream…
“I’ll take you to get a collar fitted next week,” Deku whispered in his ear, stroking Katsuki’s lower stomach, while they were still connected.
It took a while longer before Katsuki felt the immense pressure inside of him begin to subside. He clenched hard as he slowly stood up from his alpha’s lap and pulled up his panties and trousers. He didn’t want any of Deku’s gunk on the sofa.
Hurrying to the bathroom, he felt it begin to pool in his panties and slide down his thighs. Grumbling, he pulled off his clothes and grabbed the shower head, washing himself off. It was always so messy, but Deku said that the condoms gave him a rash.
After having finished cleaning himself, Katsuki looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Was he thinner? Perhaps he was, but he thought he looked mostly the same. A failure…
Opening the cabinet, he looked at his packet of pills. He always took them religiously, so there was no need to look, but he always wanted to be sure. He’d been on birth control since after the first time Deku had fucked him. It had been fucking embarrassing talking to the school nurse about it.
“That was nice, wasn’t it, Kacchan?” Deku commented as he too entered the bathroom, smiling as he let his eyes roam over Katsuki’s naked body.
Huffing, Katsuki quickly swept out of the bathroom. He knew that he was in danger of having to endure a round two.
Hurrying into the bedroom, he threw on some clean clothes. He hated walking around naked, even in his own home.
Deku thankfully seemed satisfied, and they spent the rest of the evening without any more fucking.
“Shall we go to bed, Kacchan?” Deku asked when it started getting late. He didn’t like for Katsuki to be up after he himself had gone to bed.
After getting ready, Katsuki crawled into the nest he had built on their bed. It was annoying, but it was just one of those things he couldn’t do without as an omega. Laying down, he curled up with his back to Deku as the alpha got into the nest as well, pressing up against Katsuki and wrapping an arm around him, holding him tight. It was comforting as well as suffocating.
“I love you, Kacchan,” Deku whispered. “My omega.”
Katsuki lay awake while Deku’s breaths deepened as he slowly fell asleep.
He’d had so many outs. Katsuki had had several chances to stop it, to escape, but now there was none. He was stuck. He was just stuck.