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Bkdk a/b/o - fucky age gap, ql!dk ‼️underage, cheating (Deku cheating on his husband) The first time Izuku sees him, Katsuki is working on his parents’ car, shirtless and laying beneath the undercarriage, rock music playing from the garage.
It’s a clear, hot summer day, the sound of sprinklers and the smell of food on hot grills filling the neighborhood. Izuku and his husband moved here just two days ago, leaving the big city for the suburbs to finally start a family.
It’s the perfect neighborhood, really. Big houses, pristine lawns, lots of families with kids. It’s ideal, and Izuku has never been more bored and unhappy with his life. Until now.
He tilts his head to the side, sunglasses covering his eyes as he sunbathes by the pool and creeps on the man working on his new neighbor’s car. He bites his lip at the bulge in the alpha’s gray shorts - he’s big. His arms are big, too, flexing as he works.
Who is he? He must be the neighbor’s friend, a mechanic of some sort, and can you blame Izuku for staring? His husband’s the “missionary for procreation only” type, and he’s never even made Izuku cum. Sex with him is like a chore, and he’s out of town for business, thank fuck.
His husband being gone means he doesn’t have to lay in bed like a starfish and fake moan until the asshole’s mediocre cock spills inside of him. Izuku shakes his head, focusing on the ripped man under his neighbor’s car again, hungrily watching the sweat drip down his arms.
“Brat!” Someone calls from the garage, and Izuku raises an eyebrow. “Dinner’s ready!” The man grunts and pulls himself out from under the car with those big arms, and Izuku nearly chokes on his own spit when he stands up.
Because that’s a kid. A ripped, tall one, yes, but obviously a teenager. God, he hopes he’s 18. For his own morality. And Izuku has never felt more ashamed than he does right now, because his pussy gives a valiant twitch at how handsome he is.
Cut jawline, smooth skin, broad shoulders, a tiny waist with washboard abs. Fuck. “Coming, you old hag,” the (boy) shouts, voice deep and baritone. Izuku swallows, nearly jumping out of his own skin when those sharp eyes wander over to him.
He wants to look away, he really does, but it’s like he can’t, their eyes meeting through Izuku’s dark sunglasses. The boy’s eyes widen a bit, his mouth falling ajar just a fraction, and a deep blush stains his cheeks, still a bit chubby with baby fat.
It’s over just as quickly as it started, the boy looking away and hurrying inside after his mom. His mom, who’s probably about ten years Izuku’s senior. Izuku groans, throwing his arms over his eyes as he tries to forget what just happened.
- There’s a knock on the door the next day. Izuku is wearing soft leggings and a cropped hoodie, following along with some preppy, soulless yoga video he found online, and he jumps out of his downward dog pose when the door is pounded on.
He takes a swig of his lemon-infused water, prancing to the door with a soft “coming!” He plasters on a cheery grin when he opens the door, keeping it on even as his stomach drops.
Because it’s the neighbor kid, carrying a tinfoil-covered bowl of food, a pretty blush and scowl combo on his face. “Hi there!” Izuku chirps, his smile turning genuine when the young alpha’s eyes widen a bit.
“Hi,” the boy mumbles, shuffling his feet cutely. “My mom wanted me to, um, drop this off. As a house-warming thing. Or some shit.” “Oh,” Izuku breathes happily as he takes the dish. “That’s so sweet of you!”
Izuku’s words are gentle, making sure his soft, pleased omega scent is pumping out on full blast. He’s a horrible person. “Tsh,” the boy sneers, face red. “Wasn’t my idea.” “But you’re sweet for coming, anyways,” Izuku says, looking up at the alpha from beneath his lashes.
The blond is tall, Izuku’s head only reaching his chest. It’s such a perfect size difference. The alpha could so easily manhandle him, bend him over, hold him up as he - “Whatever,” the boy growls, but he preens quietly at the older’s praise.
“Tell your mom to come by whenever she needs anything, okay?” Izuku says cutely, scrunching his eyes and giving the young alpha a sunny smile. “Um, o-okay,” the boy stammers, coughing. “I’m, uh, Katsuki, by the way. Katsuki Bakugou.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Kacchan,” Izuku giggles, throwing in the cutesy nickname just to be mean. “I’m Izuku.” It works, the blond’s face turning beet red. God, Izuku wants to sit on it. “I’m fifteen, not six!” Katsuki barks.
Oh god. Oh fuck. Izuku swallows, the flirtiness leaving his body with the quickness. “Well, it was very nice of you to stop by,” Izuku says, voice wobbly. “Bye!” He closes the door in the boy’s face, sprinting to the kitchen and sliding to the floor, nearly hyperventilating.