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Bkdk a/b/o - a!bkg/o!dk - fucky bkg/cheating (not bkdk)‼️ ambiguous ending bc this is just porn tbh The first time Katsuki lays eyes on their newest babysitting candidate, he does a double take but says nothing, letting his wife do all the talking.
It’s for the best, really, because he’s not sure what he’d say if he opened his mouth. Instead, he stares at the green-haired omega as he chats on and on about how much he loves kids, and how he aspires to be a pre-school teacher.
The cute little thing is quirkless, and Katsuki knows his younger self would’ve had a field day negging the shit out of him, but he’s grown now, and he just wants to know what he would sound like moaning underneath him.
“Perfect!” Camie says, snapping Katsuki out of his daydream. “Can you start tomorrow? We both have an overnight shift, so we’d really appreciate it! Your background check and credentials came back clean!” Izuku’s eyes light up. “Of course! What time do you need me to be here?”
Katsuki’s mind blanks again as he stares at those plush lips, and he knows he’s gone. —— It’s been a month since Izuku began working for the Bakugous, and he’s still in awe that he’s babysitting for the top hero duo.
Aika, their eight month old daughter, babbles on his hip as they watch Ryu, the Bakugou’s five year old son, build something out of legos on the floor. “Great job!” Izuku praises sunnily once he’s presented with the finished product. “You’re so talented!”
Aika shrieks in agreement, her little hands clapping against her chubby thighs. Ryu’s chest puffs up proudly, and Izuku laughs at the way the little alpha struts to grab his juice box, everything about him looking just like his father apart from his brown eyes.
The sound of a key jingling has the three of them looking to the front door, and Izuku smiles when Katsuki comes in, looking exhausted from his 14-hour shift. It’s nearly 9PM, and the kids are already changed into their pajamas, ready for bedtime.
Camie is on hero duty until the morning, but now that Katsuki’s home, Izuku knows that his time with his new favorite kids is about to end for the day. “Welcome home, Kacchan!” Izuku says, enjoying the way the older man’s face softens slightly.
“Deku,” Katsuki acknowledges, tossing his keys on the counter before scooping up his kids with a wide grin, his body close as Izuku transfers Aika to his arms. “How are my little shits?” “We’re good, daddy!” Ryu says. “‘Zuku took us to get ice cream and told us not to tell you!”
Katsuki smirks, eyeing Izuku, who’s red as a tomato. “What part of a secret don’t you understand, Ryu?!” Izuku whines, giggling a bit. “I-I hope you don’t mind, Bakugou-san…” The shift in title has Katsuki’s eyes rolling. “‘Course I don’t, nerd. I’m not the helicopter parent.”
/Camie is/ is implied, and Izuku looks down awkwardly, not wanting to agree and offend Katsuki. “I was just about to put them to bed,” Izuku says, twiddling his thumbs. “D-do you want me to, or would you rather do it yourself?”
“Go ahead,” Katsuki says with a shrug. “I still gotta shower and change. They’d probably prefer you do it, anyways.” “We love ‘Zuku!” Ryu confirms. “He’s the bestest!” “The /best/, silly,” Izuku corrects gently, tickling under his chin.
After he’s done helping Ryu brush his teeth and putting both kids to bed, Izuku walks into the living room to see Katsuki laying on the couch shirtless, his hair damp as he scrolls through his phone. Izuku bites his lip. “Have a good night, Kacchan…”
Katsuki looks up from his phone, his expression unreadable as he watches Izuku walk to the front door. “Actually,” the alpha says, his tone casual. “I need your help with something.” Izuku pauses, his door on the handle, and turns back to the hero with a head tilt.
“O-of course!” Izuku says, bouncing to the couch like an over-eager bunny. He tries to keep his gaze respectful as he looks down at Katsuki’s bare torso. The man is married, no matter how attracted Izuku is to him.
Cw: intersex omegas He at least has the capacity to feel guilty about it, unable to properly maintain eye contact with Camie knowing what he fantasizes about at night - her husband, above him, fucking into his pussy -
“I’ve just been really tense lately, you know?” Katsuki says, breaking his train of thought. “I remember you said some shit about taking massage classes.” “Yeah!” Izuku says, perking up. “What’s been bothering you the most?”
“My left calf,” Katsuki says. “Been cramping up like a motherfucker, and I’d rather avoid the doc unless necessary.” “Does the big, bad Dynamight have a fear of doctors?” Izuku giggles, grabbing a pillow and setting it on the floor, plopping down on it next to Katsuki’s leg.
“No, you fuckin’ shit,” Katsuki grumbles. “Just a waste of my precious time.” “Pft, okay,” Izuku teases, reaching out to roll up Katsuki’s gray sweats. As soon as he presses a hand to the calf, he feels how tense it is. “You’re really knotted here…”