Katsuki can’t help it. He can’t help the way his eyes wander when Izuku, his daughter’s best friend, comes around.
Ochako is his pride and joy, studying engineering even after finishing up her time at UA.
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Katsuki can’t help it. He can’t help the way his eyes wander when Izuku, his daughter’s best friend, comes around.
Ochako is his pride and joy, studying engineering even after finishing up her time at UA.
Katsuki can’t help it. He can’t help the way his eyes wander when Izuku, his daughter’s best friend, comes around.
Ochako is his pride and joy, studying engineering even after finishing up her time at UA.
At college, she met Izuku. Sweet, quirkless Izuku, with the tightest little ass Katsuki has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. A lean, short little body he’d be able to manhandle, bend over -
“Thank you for making a delicious dinner, Mr. Bakugou,” Izuku interrupts with a smile, wiping his mouth as he stands to do the dishes.
He grabs Katsuki’s empty plate, swaying his hips as he walks away, and there’s no way the little minx doesn’t know what he’s doing, right?
He grabs Katsuki’s empty plate, swaying his hips as he walks away, and there’s no way the little minx doesn’t know what he’s doing, right?
“Thanks for letting us stay here for the week, dad,” Ochako says, pecking him on the cheek, so blissfully unaware of the way his eyes are glued on her best friend’s ass.
The two of them are staying with him for spring break, and Katsuki’s not sure how he’ll survive it.
The two of them are staying with him for spring break, and Katsuki’s not sure how he’ll survive it.
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“Oh!” Izuku squeaks, crossing his arms around the towel he’s wrapped up in. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home, Mr. Bakugou!”
“Call me Katsuki, kid,” Katsuki says gruffly, beating down the blush threatening to bloom on his face to match Izuku’s.
“Oh!” Izuku squeaks, crossing his arms around the towel he’s wrapped up in. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home, Mr. Bakugou!”
“Call me Katsuki, kid,” Katsuki says gruffly, beating down the blush threatening to bloom on his face to match Izuku’s.
“K-Katsuki,” Izuku says, dipping his head respectfully, and Katsuki kind of hates how it reminds him of how much older he is than Izuku. How wrong it is for him to be attracted to the omega. “Sorry, sir, I’ve just been your biggest fan since I was a pup!”
Since he was a pup. Jesus Christ.
“Yeah?” Katsuki asks instead of actually slamming his own head into the wall. “Dynamight fanboy, huh?”
“You’re the number one hero,” Izuku says matter-of-factly. “Who /isn’t/ your fan?!”
“Yeah?” Katsuki asks instead of actually slamming his own head into the wall. “Dynamight fanboy, huh?”
“You’re the number one hero,” Izuku says matter-of-factly. “Who /isn’t/ your fan?!”
“You’d be surprised,” Katsuki chuckles. “Lots of people aren’t really into the whole shitty personality I got going on.”
“But you’re so cool!” Izuku immediately defends, and Katsuki suddenly remembers that there’s a half naked nineteen year old in the room.
“But you’re so cool!” Izuku immediately defends, and Katsuki suddenly remembers that there’s a half naked nineteen year old in the room.
“Go get dressed,” Katsuki coughs. “Then we can talk more, if you want.”
“Of course I want to!” Izuku practically shouts. “B-but, um, I totally forgot to pack clothes, so I have to borrow some of Ochako’s….”
“Of course I want to!” Izuku practically shouts. “B-but, um, I totally forgot to pack clothes, so I have to borrow some of Ochako’s….”
Katsuki shrugs nonchalantly, but he internally panics, because the image of Izuku in leggings and a crop top suddenly flash through his mind, and his dick definitely didn’t get the memo of “he’s way too fucking young.”
“You can borrow some of mine,” the blond offers, and Izuku beams.
The small omega follows him back to his room like a little duck, eyes wide and innocent as he watches Katsuki pull his smallest pair of sweats and an old shirt out of his drawers.
The small omega follows him back to his room like a little duck, eyes wide and innocent as he watches Katsuki pull his smallest pair of sweats and an old shirt out of his drawers.
Izuku shuffles on his feet awkwardly, suddenly looking shy.
“What’s wrong?” Katsuki asks. “Too big for you?”
“Do you have any underwear?” Izuku asks quietly. “N-nevermind, I can borrow some of Ochako’s!”
“What’s wrong?” Katsuki asks. “Too big for you?”
“Do you have any underwear?” Izuku asks quietly. “N-nevermind, I can borrow some of Ochako’s!”
Katsuki raises an eyebrow. “I’ll wash the pants when you’re done, nerd. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“I don’t wanna ruin them, sir,” Izuku says, chewing his bottom lip cutely. “I, um…”
“I don’t wanna ruin them, sir,” Izuku says, chewing his bottom lip cutely. “I, um…”
“What?” Katsuki asks, suddenly feeling like he’s on a thin rope.
“I get… really wet,” Izuku blurts out. “Uhm, for no reason.”
Katsuki’s brain goes offline for a few seconds, and he’s pretty sure he stands there staring into space like a dumbass.
“I get… really wet,” Izuku blurts out. “Uhm, for no reason.”
Katsuki’s brain goes offline for a few seconds, and he’s pretty sure he stands there staring into space like a dumbass.
“Come again?” The blond says.
“And, um, it’s gotten really bad since I got here,” Izuku continues, so unaware (?), shuffling his thighs together as if to prove a point.
“And, um, it’s gotten really bad since I got here,” Izuku continues, so unaware (?), shuffling his thighs together as if to prove a point.
Katsuki’s mouth drops open, that addicting, soft, vanilla scent wafting from Izuku in waves, sweet and clean after his shower.
“I think…” Izuku trails off, looking up at Katsuki with those fucking doe eyes. “I think it’s because of you, sir.”
“I think…” Izuku trails off, looking up at Katsuki with those fucking doe eyes. “I think it’s because of you, sir.”
Katsuki wipes his hand over his mouth, backing away slowly, because he needs to leave before he does something dumb.
“Get dressed,” Katsuki says, voice low, gripping the door handle behind him, his eyes never leaving Izuku.
“Get dressed,” Katsuki says, voice low, gripping the door handle behind him, his eyes never leaving Izuku.
“I wanted to show you something first,” Izuku says, toying with the top of his towel with a finger. “Ochako won’t be back for an hour…”
“Izuku,” Katsuki warns, but he makes no move to open the door.
“Izuku,” Katsuki warns, but he makes no move to open the door.
At that, Izuku gives him a smile and lets the towel drop, revealing the body that’s somehow even better than Katsuki pictured, his hands crossing over his chubby little pussy shyly.
His nipples pebble in the cool air conditioning, his cheeks red and soft.
His nipples pebble in the cool air conditioning, his cheeks red and soft.
Katsuki immediately feels his cock give an interested throb, hardening up as his unblinking eyes roam over Izuku’s young, smooth body.
He curses his inner alpha, already screaming at him to fuck, breed, impregnate -
He curses his inner alpha, already screaming at him to fuck, breed, impregnate -
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