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“Yo, Bakubro, did you get the memo?” Kirishima asked, ducking his head into Katsuki’s office. The explosive hero grunted, looking up from his paperwork.
“Which one?” he quipped in answer.
“About the raid. You’re in on it, right?”
Katsuki nodded because, like hell, he was going to let the agency push him out on this. This new raid was connected to the trafficking ring. Their initial bust was now over half a year ago, and yeah, he knew that movement on investigations like this took time. Especially when the network of bullshit was so tightly wound and woven. Though he hadn’t been permitted to interrogate the asshole, Hisashi hadn’t given them any more information, and so far, Inko wasn’t talking either. But they didn’t need to, not when Izuku’s own information from that initial interview was finally paying off. They’d been looking into several connections, but the one about the drugs had definitely panned out. Turns out, the drugs they were using were pretty specific and not the easiest thing to get ahold of. After all, quirk-suppressing drugs were a medical product, almost exclusively used in hospitals since outside of that setting, cancelling-cuffs were always the obvious way to go. Between that and other drugs that would have gotten some effects that the omega had described? They’d finally tracked down a supplier. It had taken ages because it was like chasing a rat through a damn maze of pipes. Everything was so damn interconnected, but things were finally at a point that they were ready for a raid and to seize more of the criminals of this damn empire. Plus, it was going to be very important to see if the ring they had busted was the only one. Katsuki had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t, and that made him feel sick all over again.
“You in too?” he grunted out.
“Yeah. Sho is as well, but they have us on different teams for obvious reasons.” The redheaded alpha grinned sheepishly. It was common not to have mated, or at the least bonded alphas and omegas, on the same extraction team because it meant they could be more focused on each other instead of the mission if something went wrong. Sucked ass, but made sense. Katsuki was fucking glad that his omega was going to be home safe and sound, surrounded by other heroes who would make sure nothing could touch him or their pup.
“Who else have we got?”
“Ashido’s running point, and we’ve got Aizawa chipping in. Since we don’t have eyes, they want someone who can cancel people if anything goes wrong.”
“Fine.”
“How are you feeling about all of this?” Kirishima asked, giving him a worried expression.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m fucking glad that these assholes are gonna be off the street,” Katsuki huffed in answer.
“Well, I mean, yeah, but not about that, my dude. I meant about an overnight mission. Have you had one of those since Izuku moved in with you way back?”
The blond alpha stiffened, scowling. No, he hadn’t, and his friend fucking knew that. Yes, he was worried as fuck about leaving Izuku alone overnight. They were in a good, secure place, and he was pretty sure that the man wouldn’t drop. They’d been apart during the search for Takara after all, and if he’d made it through that, there wasn’t anything his wonderful omega couldn’t make it through. That didn’t mean he felt good about leaving his family on their own.
“Fuck off,” he finally grunted. “They’ll be fine.”
“I know that. Do you?” Katsuki glared at his friend, who was being far too bold and comfortable for his own good. Kirishima just laughed, taking the sourness in stride. “All good, dude, just make sure to get lots of cuddle time in tonight. I sure intend to!” Before the explosive hero could answer, the redhead left his office, letting the door swing closed behind him. Fuck… Katsuki looked down at the pile of paperwork in front of him and sighed. This goddamn paperwork was so not fucking worth it right now, not when he had only a matter of hours before he’d be on a fucking plane, getting ready to stay overnight for a goddamn raid. They were going to be leaving in the early hours of the morning. A quick glance and flip through the rest of the pile made him feel better. Nothing seemed all that urgent, so he could leave it until he got back. If anyone didn’t like it, they could fucking choke on his smoke.
The drive home was a fucking bitch. It was raining and miserable out, and since they’d moved somewhere more remote and private, it was a longer drive. Don’t get him wrong, well worth it, but still a fucking pain when all he wanted to do was to be home with his mate. Pulling up to the pack house, the rest of the cars were already crowding up the place, which meant that nearly everyone was there for the group meal. With a scowl, he walked into the chaos and kerfuffle that was his pack.
“Turn the music down. The levels are far too high. You must be considerate of our other pack mates!” Iida was ordering, making those stupid signature chopping moments with his hands. Beside him, his bunny fiancée had her ears tucked down, trying to mitigate some of the blaring music. The twins were the ones who had it up loud and were dancing in the living room, standing on the couches and bouncing around like they were children. Well, they were young, but not that fucking young.
“You can’t make meeee!” Chikao sang out as he bounced, cackling loudly.
“We’re only gonna listen to one alpha here, if he’ll come tell us to stoooop!” Chiaki added, also singing along. Katsuki rolled his eyes. Stupid fuckers. They were about as subtle as freight trains. Nevertheless, his pack mate didn’t seem to pick up on their shit. The pack leader stomped towards the kitchen and gently shoulder-checked Sato, who was kneading dough to make god knows what.
“Yes, Bakugou?” the man asked, not even flustered or surprised by the other alpha’s aggressive attention-grabbing method.
“Go wrangle your fucking twins.”
“They aren’t my twins,” Sato answered, but still set the dough aside and moved towards the sink to wash his hands.
“Yeah, sure they aren’t,” Katsuki answered sarcastically. “They’re literally over there saying that they’re only gonna listen to one alpha, and we all know that it ain’t me.”
“They would listen to you. You’re our pack leader after all,” Sato defended, drying his hands, wiping the last of the condensation on his apron.
“Yeah. When hell freezes over,” Katsuki barked.
“You called for me?” Todoroki said from behind him, making the ash blond alpha jump.
“What the fuck, Icyhot?!” Katsuki roared. “Don’t fucking sneak up on me, you shitty ass!”
“I wasn’t sneaking. You just weren’t paying attention,” the lean omega answered flatly. Katsuki rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Sato.
“Get them under fucking control already.”
“Yes, boss,” Sato joked, striding over towards the entertainment area where the albino twins were still bouncing around the couch cushions while Iida continued to scold them. Of course, the second the sweets hero approached them, the two of them bounced and clung to his side, passing over the remote and finally allowing Glasses to turn down the music so everyone could at least hear themselves think.
“I think they like him,” Todoroki observed from his side. Katsuki rolled his eyes.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” he answered sarcastically.
“They listen to him and seem quite comfortable in his presence.”
“That was rhetorical, you stupid fuck,” Katsuki groaned, looking around to find some sign of Izuku. After all, if he’d been down here, the pack mother was the only other person who would have been able to get the twins to stop their shenanigans. But there was no sign of him, despite there being a number of dishes on the large table, mostly covered to keep them warm. “Yo, you seen Izuku?” he asked.
“Upstairs. I think he was changing Takara,” Todoroki offered. With a grunt of acknowledgment, the alpha left the chaos of his unruly pack and made his way towards the nursery. Sure enough, Izuku was holding Takara and cooing at her. She must have already been freshly changed because she wasn’t red in the face or fussy, and seemed quite comfortable in her little Dynamight-themed onesie from the new merch line that his mother was working to develop. It was cute as fuck to see her in his colours, and he moved to stand behind the two of them, snaking his hands around his omega’s waist.
“Hey, Kacchan,” Izuku greeted warmly, leaning back against him and turning his face up so that they could nuzzle noses. Takara let out a little babble, and the omega laughed, leaning forward to nuzzle her nose as well so she didn’t feel left out.
“You always smell so fucking good,” the alpha praised, pushing his nose into Izuku’s bare neck. He wasn’t wearing patches or his collar. He rarely did when he was just around the pack house, and no one ever complained about it. Probably because Izuku's scent was inoffensive and smelled like home. Plus, Katsuki would fuck anyone up who had a problem with it.
"Not always," the omega admitted, grimacing.
"Liar," the alpha grumbled playfully. "Only if you're upset or some shit."
"Well, Kacchan makes me happy, so maybe that's why I smell good?" Izuku blushed a little, and the blond couldn't help but steal a kiss. Katsuki didn't really know how to break the information to his mate about the whole overnight mission thing, so he just came out with it casually.
"You up for some cuddling? I got a mission to head out for soon."
Izuku's brow furrowed. "How soon?" he asked, adjusting his grip on Takara, resting her against his hip.
"Few hours. Might be gone a couple days."
"Days?"
"Hey," Katsuki leaned in and scented him again, pumping out soothing pheromones. "You're okay, and we're gonna be okay. It's not crazy dangerous," the alpha fibbed. That wasn't a straight-out lie. They didn't know exactly how dangerous it was going to be, but the explosive hero knew he'd be fine. "It's just far."
"Do you have to go?" Izuku murmured quietly.
"Yeah... You want me to have someone stay with you?"
"No... I mean... I'll have the pack, right?"
"Yeah." Katsuki tried to push down the jealous little twinge he got as his mate mentioned their pack, as if they could somehow replace his own comforting presence. The alpha didn't even realize how much his scent was broadcasting his thoughts until Izuku chuckled and turned around, standing up on his tiptoes to reach as high as he could. The blond leaned down automatically for his omega to kiss him.
"There's no need to be jealous, Kacchan. I’m really gonna miss you… Will you be able to call or text me?"
"Can text, but not sure about calling," he admitted. "Depends on how involved it all gets. I'd give you more information if I could, but they're keeping things quiet until it's done."
"Okay. Are you hungry?"
"I'd rather just spend time with you," Katsuki admitted. He was hungry, yes, but it didn't seem to matter as much. Izuku eyed him suspiciously.
"How about you take Takara to our nest and I'll go bring us some food so we can eat in the den?" the omega offered. It was a fair compromise, and the alpha readily agreed, taking their daughter and holding her gently as he made his way out of her nursery and into their room. The nest was absolute perfection. They'd gotten more materials for it after the move. Some of it was so they could have some pack scents, but more of it was just to fill up some of the space. It was the plushest and most comfortable thing that Katsuki had ever been in, much less imagined. He'd never really thought much about soft things, not until Izuku, and now, he couldn't imagine life without either of them.
It took some time for the omega to return to the nest with a tray of food. He'd actually grabbed them a bit of everything, which looked like a damn feast. It must have been quite a cooking day for him. After they'd eaten, Katsuki shifted himself in their nest. Normally, it was natural for him to hold his family in his arms, especially since he was so much larger than his mate. But today, he wanted a different kind of comfort. Takara remained up in her dam’s arms, and Katsuki laid down with his head resting on Izuku’s stomach, caging him in with his arms and nuzzling up to the omega. The soft shirt he was wearing was nice against the alpha’s rough face, and he inhaled deeply as he revelled in his mate’s warmth.
Above him, Izuku laughed softly and moved one of his hands to card through Katsuki’s blond spikes. He chuffed in pleasure at the soft movement, moving his head into the hand to encourage more of that. It was so soothing that Katsuki felt incredibly relaxed. This was what life was for. Not the glory of being the world’s greatest hero like he’d once dreamed. Not that he didn’t want those things, but if all he ever did in his life was save Izuku? It would have been worth his entire hero career. That thought should have scared him, and months ago, it might have. But now? No, he didn’t say that sappy shit out loud, of course, but Katsuki knew it deep down in his bones.
He wasn’t sure when he began drifting off to sleep, but it had to have happened because Izuku woke him up by pushing and wriggling out of his grasp. He couldn’t help the automatic growl as he held tight, not wanting to let go of his mate or give up the comfort he was enjoying. “I have to put Takara in her crib, Kacchan,” Izuku cooed. “I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”
“Ugh,” the alpha scoffed, looking up at his mate and giving a pout. “Better be. I’ll fucking time you.” Izuku gave him a goofy grin before finishing to wriggle out of Katsuki’s grasp and standing on the bed, stepping over the layers of the nest to take Takara to her nursery. The pup was fast asleep and, hopefully, she wouldn’t wake when her dam returned her to her very own sleeping quarters. It definitely took more than a minute, but not a lot more, and the instant Izuku returned to the side of the bed, Katsuki was grabbing him and dragging him close.
“K-Kacchan! I need to change for bed,” he pointed out, blushing as the alpha maneuvered them back into a similar cuddling position as before, though this time he didn’t rest on Izuku’s stomach but his chest, listening to the fluttering heartbeat.
“Nah,” he assured. “I haven’t got long anyway. When my alarm goes off, I gotta head out with a few of the pack for the raid.”
“Raid?”
“Uh…” Fuck. He hadn’t meant to let it slip. “The mission,” he corrected.
Izuku pursed his lips. “Is it a raid, Kacchan?” he whispered nervously.
“I…” Katsuki looked up into his worried green eyes. “Fuck. Yeah, I mean… a small one. Not expecting it to be dangerous or anything, I swear. Plus, got other heroes at my back, Zu. I’m going to be fine.”
“Are… are you sure?” The way the omega clung to him brought up conflicted feelings in the blond. On the one hand, it was intoxicating to be so desired and cared for, but it was also concerning that Izuku was so worried. He didn’t want to be a source of additional anxiety for his mate.
“Positive,” Katsuki answered firmly, moving and kissing gently at Izuku’s collarbone. “I can’t give any details or anything. Wasn’t even supposed to mention it was a raid, but it’s important. I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to.”
“Just… be careful for me, okay?” Izuku asked softly. “For both of us.”
“Course, Zuku. Always.” They cuddled more into the late hours, and when Katsuki’s alarm went off, it felt too soon. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from his mate, who was long since asleep. He kissed his forehead gently and tucked more blankets around him to ensure the omega was well comforted and cared for. Being away from his was going to suck, but all the more reason to get this shit done so he could get back home faster. Wisely, Kirishima and Todoroki kept their mouths shut as the three of them carpooled towards the airport where they’d be heading out on a private hero flight. This shit was going to be over and done with as soon as he could manage it after all.
The flight arrived on time, and Katsuki arrived with around a dozen other heroes for the raid, just before dawn. Ashido was also there, overseeing and coordinating the other heroes as she had been on much of this case. He was all geared up and ready to go in, only to find that the other office hadn’t fucking finished authorizing everything yet. So instead of going in and getting shit done, the whole lot of them were sitting on their damn thumbs waiting for approval and shit to go through. Apparently, they also wanted to do a little last-minute recon before sending anyone in. There were concerns about the security measures and whether they would use drugs in them. Katsuki suggested just blasting in there himself to go as a distraction so everyone else could line up their shit and get their suspects, but the idea was shot down as reckless and impulsive. Yeah, it was, but fucking hell. He wanted to get this shit over with so they could get the information they needed and move on.
They were all asked to keep their phones dark as well, all of them confiscated before they’d even landed. Katsuki fucking hated it, since it meant he could not, in fact, text Izuku as he promised. He was extra grumpy about it, even when Kirishima quietly explained that they were worried about a potential mole, so communication of the raid was being kept silent and strict. Yeah, yeah. Didn’t want anyone to fucking tip off the enemy. It made sense, but it didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
They were there for nearly an entire day before they finally go the all-clear to go in, and did they? Katsuki ended up on the same team as Todoroki instead of Kirishima, which was a little annoying, but whatever. At least the icy fucker knew to stay out of his way as the alpha took out everyone they came across with incredible precision and minimal burns and injuries. To them, of course. Almost everyone who worked at the facility was caught entirely off guard. It was clear when they got into it that the site also wasn’t just a distribution area for the drugs, but a production area as well. Only one shithead that Katsuki came across was even armed with anything but their quirk. The fucker had a gun and tried to shoot it off in the face of pro heroes, but the loser had no goddamn aim. The thing grazed Katsuki’s biceps, but he barely felt it and had the gun out of the idiot’s hands and cuffs on him before he could have even said ‘Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight’.
Overall, the raid went well. A few of the heroes had minor injuries, and while a few of the seized criminals had more damage, they didn’t have a single casualty. Fantastic success, if he said so himself, which meant he could fucking go back and snuggle with his omega. Or, that would have been the case, if Mina hadn’t pulled him aside for additional help. At first, he expected she’d need his help to intimidate someone, or a few someones. He was an imposing alpha with a reputation and attitude to match, but no. She wanted his opinion because of how close he was to Izuku.
“Everything I say to you here is in confidence,” the acidic hero warned.
“Course,” Katsuki grunted.
“There’s definitely a leak in our team somewhere,” she began, walking him to a more remote area of the facility. The place was swarming with police and crime scene as they bagged and tagged every little thing. The blond alpha gritted his teeth.
“How do we know?”
“Because information they have here? It’s too specific. Insider info. Clearly, someone is leaking bits to the larger network. We don’t know how deep this runs, and right now? I can’t really trust anyone but my mates and you for certain.”
“Why me?” Katsuki asked, not because he thought she was wrong. Of course, she wasn’t. He wouldn’t do shit to help villains, especially ones as nasty as these.
“Because you have the most to lose.” Ashido gave him a pointed look, and the alpha nodded. She was right. Losing his family? It had almost happened before, and he wasn’t sure if he’d survive it again. “So, I need you aware. I need someone who knows in case anything happens to me.”
“What do you mean happens to you?” The explosive hero growled, keeping his voice low.
“Don’t worry. I’m taking precautions, but if someone tries to cover up, I need someone else who’s aware. Don’t make a thing of it.” She gave him a grimace.
“Fine. What’s going on?”
“It’s bigger than we thought,” she admitted. “A whole lot bigger. We’re talking…” Ashido sighed heavily. “We’re talking rings just like Izuku’s all over Japan. It might even stretch internationally. And no one is going to go quietly.”
Katsuki went white. “What?”
“You heard me. Just… We’re going to save them. As many as we can, but this involves some big players with deep pockets. I’m slowly going to be vetting everyone, but can I trust you to have my back?” Ashido’s amber eyes bore into his as she tucked some of her fluffy pink hair behind her ear. “I don’t ask it lightly. This could be dangerous. Could make you a target.”
“I already am,” Katsuki grumbled back. “Zuku was there long enough that he’d already be on their radar. That makes me a target cause they’ll have to get through me first.”
His pink-haired pack mate nodded, chuckling a little under her breath. “Okay. I’m already trying to get my mates as close to moved to our pack land as possible, but it’s tough with Denki’s condition.”
“Don’t wanna stress him out, yeah, I get it.” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest. “So why tell me all of this now?”
“Because in going through things here, I found a message. It was a warning that we were coming.”
“Fuck… So, one of the big players got away?”
“A few of them, I suspect,” Ashido admitted. “And I’ve gotten some threats recently. So I need you on our side, and aware of what we’ve been getting into.”
“Don’t worry, Raccoon Eyes,” Katsuki clapped her on the back, smirking. “I’ve got your back.” They didn’t speak much more, not with ears anywhere that could pry, but Ashido did show him the threat she’d received. It was definitely for her, but there was no obvious clue who had made it. It was worrying, and the blond alpha made a mental note to look into even more extreme security measures. They practically lived in a fortress, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t make a few improvements. That and get the missing members moved in as soon as possible.
By the time everything was cleaned and cleared up, and the heroes flown back, it had been nearly two days. Two whole days since Katsuki had gotten to scent his omega or hold his daughter in his arms. He made it back to the pack compound in record time, mostly because he didn’t have to wait on Kirishima and Todoroki since they were going out on some date night bullshit. It was nice to pull up and get through the security gate to see the different houses lit up. It felt good. Lived in. But something was off. It took the alpha a moment to figure out what it was, but then he got it. The main house was too dark. It looked like only some faint lights were lit on the main floor. He had texted Izuku to let him know he was on the way, but normally the house would be packed to the rafters, bustling and busy for the evening meal. Scratch that. It might be a little late for the evening meal, but still, all the extras should be there hanging out and watching movies or some shit. Or others helping clean up.
A sort of dread curled up Katsuki’s spine as he parked, nearly leaping out of the car and not even bothering to haul in his bag of hero gear with him. He stomped up the stairs and threw open the door. It wasn’t even locked. Fuck. Was something wrong? Ashido’s warning that he and Izuku were definitely targets echoed in his mind. But the moment Katsuki stepped past the entryway and could see further into the room, he stopped short. There was a happy smell in the air of fresh herbs and strawberries. Other pack scents were there, but faint. Izuku was there alone, and he was setting up dinner on the table. The reason the place was so dark? Because the overhead lights weren’t on. But there were candles lit on the table that the omega was decorating as he hummed to himself. Katsuki gripped the edge of the doorway, using it to brace himself as he tried to calm down. Izuku was fine. Of course he was. He was home, and safe, and everything was alright. He must have made a sound, or his scent must have spread because the freckled man looked up, smiling but his eyebrows knit together with concern.
“Kacchan! You’re home early,” the omega said, moving closer to him, wiping his hands on the little apron he was wearing. He reached out and took the alpha’s free hand, scenting their wrists automatically. “Are you okay?”
The blond man nodded and leaned down, kissing Izuku’s forehead before shoving their neck scent glands together and letting out a heavy sigh. Immediately, his inner alpha calmed, soothed by the presence of their mate. “Fucking missed you,” he grumbled as the faint smell of his panic dissipated.
“I missed you too,” Izuku sighed, wrapping his smaller arms around the large alpha and nuzzling against him.
“Where’s Takara?” Katsuki asked, looking around at the suspiciously empty place.
“Oh!” The omega took a step back, his cheeks a little pink. “She’s spending the night with her grandparents.”
“I presume you mean the hag?” the blond sneered, and Izuku smiled at him.
“The very same. She picked her up earlier.”
“Why? You knew I was coming home, right?” Katsuki asked, following as Izuku stepped back into the room and resumed laying everything out on the table for their meal. “Didn’t you want family nest cuddles?”
“Yes,” the omega admitted, but his cheeks grew more pink and he fiddled with the bottom of the apron. “But I thought that maybe… we could have some time alone? Just us?”
The alpha looked at his shy omega with fondness and a little surprise but nodded slowly. He looked at the table where Izuku had prepared them a lovely meal that smelled delectable and finally clued in. His mate was giving them a date. Sort of. The kind where you didn’t go out. They hadn’t had a proper date since they’d moved in, especially with everything going on. “I’d love that,” he purred, pulling the smaller man close and nuzzling into the back of his neck after nosing around his long curls. He revelled in the happy smell of his omega and sat where Izuku directed him. The meal was just as delicious as it looked, and his mate had done the perfect level of spice for his own portion. Underneath the table, he hooked one of his feet around the omega’s own, ensuring he kept them in close contact the whole time.
When they finished, Izuku took the dishes away and returned with a small cake. It was decorated with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. “What’s this?” Katsuki asked as his mate cut into the cake. It wasn’t one he’d seen his mate try baking so far, but the omega just smiled at him and offered him a large piece. It was absolutely amazing. The first taste of it burst sweetly on the alpha’s tongue. Strawberry shortcake. He couldn’t help but wolf down a couple more bites, enjoying the sweet flavour cut with the fresh taste of the berries. By the time he’d finished his piece, Izuku was still working on his portion, and the alpha scooted his chair even closer, wrapping his arms around his mate as he enjoyed his own dessert serving. “You’re amazing,” Katsuki breathed into the smaller man’s neck.
“K-Kacchan! It’s just cake,” the freckled man murmured, blushing, and Katsuki couldn’t help but chuckle, draping himself even more around his mate.
“It’s not about the cake. It’s about everything. This was really sweet. How did you get the extras to take off and leave you alone tonight?”
“I uh… I told them it was important,” Izuku admitted, still a little flushed as he finished off the last bite of his cake. Katsuki leaned in and licked gently at the corner of his mouth, cleaning up the tiny bit of whipped cream that had taken residence there.
“I like that. Now, cuddle time?”
“Oh! Wait!!” Izuku stood up quickly, bouncing out of the alpha’s grasp and taking the dishes back to the sink. The blond groaned.
“Leave the dishes. I can do em later.”
“I know,” the omega admitted, then finally took off his apron, which he’d left on all throughout dinner. He was wearing a pair of his tight leggings that delicately hugged his subtle omegan curves, and Katsuki couldn’t help but grin when he realized that the shirt his mate was wearing was one of his own. It was baggy on the younger man, but the apron had kept it all in place. He wanted nothing more than to scoop up his mate and bury them both in their nest and tell the rest of the world to fuck off. But Izuku didn’t immediately return to his side, darting into the pantry where they kept an inordinate amount of food.
“I’m full! No need for more food,” he called after the omega, laughing. But he stopped when Izuku stepped back into the room. He was carrying a medium-sized box that filled his arms and came back to the table, setting it down on the corner. Katsuki opened his mouth to make some kind of quip but didn’t say it aloud when he saw his omega’s face. Izuku looked nervous, his face red, and he was biting his lip.
“I um…. I have something for you,” Izuku admitted softly. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the box towards the alpha. It wasn’t wrapped, but Katsuki flipped open the flap, taking in what was inside. On top of everything was dark fabric. He lifted it and it unfolded, showing that it was a T-shirt. It was plain black, but the fabric felt thin and durable. Beneath it was a pair of sweatpants. Softer ones than Katsuki would have chosen for himself, but he didn’t mind that. “I thought you could use some more workout clothes,” the omega murmured in explanation as Katsuki continued to take things out of the box. Next was a large water bottle. It was strong, durable, and had some subtle All Might branding on it near the bottom. Again, something he presumed was to support his workouts. The alpha immediately knew that this was going to become his favourite gym gear. “I know you have to hydrate a lot for your quirk,” Izuku added, tugging nervously at the bottom of the borrowed shirt he was wearing.
The last item was lying at the bottom of the box. Katsuki recognized it. It was one of the notebooks he’d initially picked up for Izuku. He lifted it out and looked at the omega, raising an eyebrow. When his mate didn’t offer any explanation, he flipped open the first page and held his breath. “Hero Analysis for the Future; Kacchan” was written on the front cover in Izuku’s familiar scrawl. He turned the page and blinked at the amount of detail listed out there. With every page he flipped, there was more and more information. Measurements, specifics of his quirk, ideas for more use and fight analysis from different battles he’d had with villains over the past few months, and even a couple older ones that had been highly televised. The book was full of him. The nerdy analysis that Izuku had loved to do when they were young, and he was the subject of that devotion. He looked up at the omega, speechless and a little confused.
“I know it isn’t much,” Izuku said quickly, flushing. “But I wanted to give Kacchan a courting gift. I know it isn’t really traditional for omegas to give them, but… I want you to know how much you mean to me and that I want this.” It was a courtship gift. His omega had gotten him a courting gift. That was probably why he'd agreed to that modelling stuff in the first place. Katsuki blinked in surprise as Izuku smiled. “I want to be a partner to you. To stand at your side and not to be afraid.” Katsuki reached over with a free hand, taking Izuku’s into his own and squeezing it. He didn’t have time to answer, as his mate still wasn’t finished talking. “I want to help, even if I don’t have a quirk, or a job, and I’m not the smartest or prettiest but-”
“Oi!” Katsuki couldn’t help but jump in on whatever this adorable confession was. But he wouldn’t stand for Izuku talking down on himself. “You’re perfect. Gorgeous and perfect,” he assured, setting down the notebook and tugging Izuku into his arms and onto his lap, kissing him tenderly. The kiss devolved into more, but after a few minutes, the omega pulled back, breathless.
“Do you like it?” he asked softly. Katsuki nodded.
“Absolutely. Gonna make everyone jealous with how thoughtful my omega is,” the alpha rumbled proudly as he kneaded gently at Izuku’s hips. There weren’t enough words to express how pleased and flattered he was, but it seemed his mate got the idea. The omega took a deep breath before resting his forehead against the alpha.
“I have… one more present,” he admitted. “But it’s upstairs.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Katsuki asked, scooping up the omega and slinging him over his shoulder, ready to walk up to their room. Izuku giggled, swatting playfully at his back.
“Kacchan! We have to blow out the candles!”
The alpha turned and quickly blew out all the candles, leaving everything on the table and rushing up to their room, eager to see what more the omega had in store for him. Izuku was so incredibly thoughtful that he couldn’t imagine not loving whatever his mate had upstairs in their room. He busted into their bedroom and tossed Izuku into their nest, following him down, kissing at his shoulder and neck as his mate giggled from the intense attention. “K-Kacchan! It tickles!!”
“You love it,” he countered, continuing to tease his omega for a few more moments before finally giving the smaller man a little space to breathe. The alpha then perked his head up and looked around. “So, where’s my last courting gift?” he teased. Izuku made a little squeaking noise beneath him before wriggling his way out of Katsuki’s grasp.
“One sec, okay?” Izuku scrambled out of the nest, ducking into their shared large closet, and the blond leaned back in the nest, putting his hands behind his head, waiting as patiently as he could. It took a little longer to retrieve than the other gifts, but the omega peeked his head around the corner of the closet, looking at him with his bright green eyes. “Please don’t laugh, okay?” he asked softly, sounding a little insecure. Katsuki sat up a little straighter and nodded.
“I swear.” Then, Izuku stepped out of the closet. Laughter was absolutely the last thing on the alpha’s mind. His mouth went dry as he took in the other man’s appearance. Izuku was no longer wearing his leggings and the oversized shirt. No, he was wearing something flowing and feminine. It was a babydoll nightie, which was a soft, sheer and pale green, that stood out and complemented the man’s long forest curls that were loose around his shoulders and waist. The top of the bra portion was embroidered with little ribbon flowers and leaves in a pale pink and the same pale sage green. It was sheer, and Katsuki could see a hint of some kind of intimate underwear beneath it, but they were covered by the gauzy fabric and beautifully embroidered flowers. The thing also fit Izuku's subtle curves perfectly, meaning it could have been custom made or at the very least tailored. It must have cost a pretty penny, and goddamn it was worth every cent. He knew his omega was beautiful. That was an objective fact, and it wasn’t just his physical appearance but his soul. The gentle support and joy that was still inside him that drew everyone to him. But this… He could never have imagined this. Katsuki was so blown away that he didn’t even try to reign in his interested scent as he usually did. How could he when his omega had entered their room looking like that?!
“Do you… like it?” Izuku asked carefully. “I know it’s a little feminine, but…”
“C’mere,” Katsuki urged, reaching an arm out. The moment that Izuku was within reach, he tugged the omega close into their nest. He rubbed one of his thumbs over the soft ribbon flowers and then over the freckled bare shoulder of his mate. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“Even… Even though I’m… In the past I…” Izuku looked so insecure and god, he hated it. He moved to sit up, tucking some green curls behind Izuku’s ear and kissing his cheek.
“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I don’t fucking care about your past, Zuku. I’m yours, and I’m lucky you’re choosing to be mine. I’ll tell you as many times as I have to so you’ll believe it.” Katsuki kissed him gently, wrapping his other arm around the omega’s trim waist, gathering the soft fabric in his hands. “So, the final courting gift… is it you?” he whispered seductively. Izuku nodded, burying his face in the alpha’s neck to hide his embarrassment.
“Yes,” he admitted aloud. “I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way, but… I want to do something.”
Katsuki gently pulled the omega off him so he could look directly into those intelligent green eyes. “Izuku, if you’re not ready, there’s no shame in that. I can fucking wait, believe me. It will be worth the wait.” He wasn't lying either. The one night they'd gotten carried away still lingered strongly in his mind and had fuelled many intimate moments.
“It’s not that,” the omega said quickly. “I’ve talked a lot about this with Tama-chan, and I’m ready. I… I really don’t want Dad to be the last one who touched me.” His voice got low and small as he looked away in shame. Katsuki used his knuckle to nudge the omega’s face back to his own.
“If I do anything you don’t like, you have to tell me,” Katsuki insisted. “I don’t want to be another person who takes advantage. I want to make you feel so good. Show you how much I love you, but I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I won’t, Kacchan.”
The alpha hesitated a moment longer, but Izuku had a determined look on his face, and if he really was certain? Then Katsuki wouldn’t hold back. He shifted them, laying the omega back in the soft layers of their perfect nest, and then reached down to his own shirt, tugging the bottom and ripping it off in one smooth motion. His inner alpha chuffed, pleased as the omega beneath him stared with wide eyes, the interested scent of strawberries beginning to permeate the room.
Katsuki didn’t take off his own pants, not knowing how far they would be going. But he wanted to feel their skin together. He hovered over the omega and then gently eased himself down, still supporting most of his weight, but resting their chests together as he began kissing his omega softly. These weren’t hungry kisses, but thorough ones. He wanted to explore every inch of this man. Explore every little crevice until there wasn’t any part that he hadn’t touched and loved. When he had kissed Izuku breathless once more, he pulled back and then kissed the omega's nose, then every freckle on his cheeks, before moving to his ears. He nibbled at the tender flesh, licking down his mate’s neck before diving into his scent gland that smelled so delectable.
Izuku didn't stop anything he was doing and seemed to like it. The faint smell of slick was becoming stronger, and though a part of Katsuki wanted to rush and get a taste of it, he kept careful control of himself. This wasn't about him. It really wasn't, even if the omega had presented this as a courting gift. This was for his mate, and he wanted it to be fucking perfect. After both sides of Izuku's neck had been thoroughly tasted and perhaps a bruise or two sucked onto them, he moved down to his collarbones and shoulders, slowly pulling down the thin straps of the lingerie and kissing the exposed flesh, enjoying the shudder that it earned him from the man beneath.
"You taste so good," he murmured into his mate's shoulder, licking over the soft skin. He tucked his fingers under the rosy embroidered bralette and gently pressed against the upper flesh of Izuku's chest. Turning his head, he looked up at the omega to gauge his reaction. The man was already flushed, his mouth slightly open as he panted, biting his lip to hold in any other noises. As much as he wanted to hear every single noise that Izuku could make, he also didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "Is this alright?" the alpha huffed, pressing gently down on his chest again, moving his thumbs even lower, closer to his nipples. The omega nodded.
Katsuki pressed his face into Izuku's collarbone again, kissing it. "Can I taste more?" he asked, but was almost ready to plead it. Again, there was no verbal answer, but he felt the omega's delicate hands tangle in his blond spikes and gently push him down towards his chest. Well, that sure felt like an invitation. The alpha pushed down the fabric of the lingerie to reveal Izuku's still swollen chest. He was still breastfeeding, though it was less now that they'd been slowly switching to baby food. They were flatter now than they had been the last time they did this, but no less beautiful. Katsuki licked gently around the nipple, latching gently and groaned when he heard his mate let out a little whimper of pleasure. There wasn't much milk, but he drank up every drop there was, knowing that Takara was going to be just fine. He drained the other side with just as much vigour, savouring every drop.
"K-Kacchan," Izuku huffed, and the alpha looked up at him. His beautiful green eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at the alpha, his face flushed so beautifully. His expression differed from any other time Katsuki had ever seen him. He enjoyed seeing these unknown parts of his future mate.
"Can I taste more?" Katsuki asked again. Izuku nodded, and then gasped in surprise when the blond man moved lower, shimmying further down the bed. He kissed through the gauzy fabric of Izuku's lingerie, then gently lifted it to expose his abdomen.
"N-no," Izuku whispered, trying to tug the fabric back down to cover himself. Katsuki held it in place and looked up at his mate again. Was this a sign to stop? He had to be sure? If it were, that would be alright. He'd handle it. But what he saw on the omega's face wasn't fear. It was shame.
"Why?" he rasped, and Izuku bit his lip, making it look terribly inviting.
"I don't want you to see," he admitted softly.
"See what?"
"My... I mean... I have stretch marks," the omega blurted, tugging again to cover his stomach, and the alpha scowled.
"So?" He kept the fabric well out of the way and leaned down, kissing over one of the aforementioned marks. Perhaps it was because Izuku had been feral that it was hazier in his mind, but Katsuki knew about the stretch marks. He'd been there during the end of Izuku's pregnancy. He'd seen them when they were red, then angry and purple. The alpha had seen the omega's abdomen stretched wider and wider, swelling as it grew their daughter inside. Now, the marks had faded. No longer red, but more white as they zigzagged across the soft skin. Katsuki spoke again, kissing the omega's marks between every word. "Every. Part. Of. You. Is. Beautiful," he murmured into the skin, trailing his tongue between a few of the marks as if to link them.
"B-but, Kacchan," Izuku whined.
"They fucking are," the alpha insisted. "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
"Maybe some things..." Izuku murmured.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Katsuki asserted, a little louder this time. The omega blushed but gently nodded, his curls bouncing. "I love you, Izuku. Every part of you."
"I love you too, Kacchan," the omega breathed. The blond spent more time worshiping his mate’s body, as if every kiss could eliminate an insecurity that he absolutely shouldn't have. When he finally lowered to the embroidered panties, he stopped again and looked back up with a smirk.
"Can I taste more?" he asked again. Izuku's eyes were wide, but he nodded, reaching his own thumbs into the fabric to pull it down, but Katsuki stopped him. "Let me unwrap my present," he murmured, pressing himself up against the fabric and licking over the flesh beneath. He could both see and feel Izuku's smaller omegan cock and sucked at the fabric, trying to pull the taste through. He did so until Izuku finally lost control and let out a louder moan. It was like heaven to hear it after the man had been holding himself back from making noise the entire time.
"Gotta taste you," Katsuki finally avowed, pulling the fabric down and taking Izuku's cock into his mouth the moment it was revealed. The taste was sweet, like his scent. The alpha's head was cloudy from the fresh strawberry scent of his mate’s arousal. He could no longer hold himself back, sucking hard before releasing it and moving further down to Izuku's entrance. It was wet. Soaking wet with slick that had pooled beneath them in the nest. His inner alpha paraded proudly, elated that they were bringing so much pleasure to their mate. He didn't ask again this time. The blond simply descended and began licking up every trace of slick he could find.
Katsuki decided then and there that this was how he wanted to go. Forget going out like a hero in a blaze of glory. No, he wanted to drown here between Izuku's thighs. He licked, sucked and teased, but the slick never stopped. When he reached a finger to go inside, Izuku stopped him, gripping his hand hard and he got the message. Nothing inside. Not yet. It didn't matter. This was so much more than he could have imagined would happen today. So Katsuki continued his attentions, continuing until he'd made his omega orgasm and fall apart at least three times. Each time, more weak as the freckled man beneath him melted into a puddle of satisfied overstimulation. When Izuku was nearly passed out, the alpha finally sought his own release. He lifted the fabric so as not to stain it and stroked himself above his omega's stomach. It only took a few pumps before he was spilling himself all over his omega, marking him as taken. As his own. Izuku purred in contentment, even making a little upset face when Katsuki left and returned with a washcloth to clean him up.
The omega didn't bother to change out of his lingerie, too worn out from their tryst. Katsuki cradled the man on his chest, gently patting his hair and nuzzling into him, keeping them close, bare skin searing against each other. Izuku was his. He'd chosen him. He was courting the alpha. It wasn't something the blond ever could have imagined, but he really was the luckiest alpha in the world.