Chapter Text
Inko Midoriya stands in front of a tall building, clutching her purse and tote bag in the process. She looks at the sign that says “Bakugou Fashion Industry” written in the window as the people on the street walk around her to get to their own destinations. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a solid minute before she walks through the automatic doors that swing open for her.
She looks around the long hallway that is in pristine condition and clean, her boots echoing on the shining linoleum. She then sees a desk right in the middle of the hallway and walks toward it. There is a large computer facing the desk chair, the sign of the industry right on the wall behind it, and a nameplate in front for all to see.
Inko Midoriya
Secretary
Inko smiles at the nameplate, happy that she has this job. Her son, Izuku, had just graduated high school, but couldn’t afford to go to university with a single mother’s salary and had to find a part time job. Inko also applied to multiple jobs to get a better paying position (even though being a preschool teacher was such a rewarding experience) and struck some luck when she received an interview from the CEO of the company, Mitsuki Bakugou. She got the job not even two days later and is ecstatic that she can now help her son save up enough money for when he goes to school next year.
She walks around the desk and sets it all up, personalizing it so it feels like home. She places a small succulent next to the computer, her large purple water bottle that is filled to the brim so she remembers to hydrate herself, and a framed picture that she places right next to the succulent. She smiles down at the picture fondly, looking at the proud face of her only son smiling brightly at her in his high school graduation uniform.
“This is for you, sweetheart,” she whispers to herself. She places the tote bag down, sits in the chair and settles into the job for today.
She reminds herself of the reason she accepted this job as she works hard and learns the ropes right away, taking phone calls, directing them to their appropriate departments quickly and efficiently, and sending out emails about upcoming events and assignments. She does everything with no question and happily listens to any higher ups that need her for anything and accepts any constructive criticisms. Soon, two weeks have passed, and everyone knows her by name and enjoys working with her, chatting with her before they go up the elevator to do their job. Inko smiles brightly, as she is the first person they all see when they walk into the building.
“Morning, Inko!” The cheery voice of a young man named Hikari chimes through the doorway as Inko waves to him.
She smiles as she continues her task, looking at the picture of her son as the reason behind her wonderful job, before an envelope is placed in front of her. Confused, she looks up to the person in question, and it’s Hikari that greeted her earlier. He is all smiles but seems to be in a hurry to be somewhere.
“Hey, can you do me a huge favor?” Hikari asks quickly. Inko nods as he continues. “I have to be in a meeting in a few minutes, but the boss wants this paperwork in her office now. You’d be doing me a huge favor in giving it to her so I’m not late or anything.”
Inko happily smiles at him. “Sure, I don’t mind stepping away for a minute or two! I’ll make sure Mitsuki gets this!”
“Great! Thank you very much!” Hikari says before he bolts toward the elevator. “You’re a lifesaver!” He calls out as he runs right in just as it opens its doors. He disappears once the doors shut and Inko is left with the envelope in front of her.
She takes a deep breath and steps away from her desk. Inko takes the next elevator up to the CEO Office of Mitsuki Bakugou. The envelope weighs heavy in her hand as she wonders if Mitsuki is too busy to take it today. Her mind wanders to a thought about why a 65-year-old is still running the business when she could retire and hand the company down to someone younger with the experience. Inko doesn’t question it, knowing it’s her choice whether she passes down the torch or not.
The elevator dings, and she steps out and through the threshold of the small hallway that leads to the CEO Office. She stops right in front of the black door, reading the name “Mitsuki Bakugou, CEO” right on the front, before she opens it.
She steps through and starts to speak into the office. “Hello, I have an envelope for—”
Inko stops herself short as she looks to not Mitsuki, but a tall, blonde man sitting in the desk chair in front of her. He looks at her with piercing red eyes and a chiseled jawline and a five o’clock shadow that matches his hair color. He’s wearing a black fitted turtleneck sweater that shows off his well-defined abs underneath and tan pants with brown loafers. He looks at her, legs crossed and holding a book in his hand, and raises an eyebrow as he takes off his reading glasses, acknowledging the secretary in front of him.
Inko starts to get flustered, cheeks tinged pink as she looks away from the handsome man in front of her. “O-Oh, I’m sorry, I have the correct office, right? Mitsuki’s?”
The man smirks as he stands from the chair and walks around the desk, stopping short of the green haired woman and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Don’t worry, you have the right one. Ma’s indisposed, so I’m here until she’s ready to come back.”
Inko blinks at the comment. “Ma? Oh! You’re Mitsuki’s son? I-I see the resemblance now!” She smiles shyly, trying to hide her embarrassment.
The man nods his head once and extends his hand. “Katsuki’s the name.” Inko takes his hand and shakes it before retracting her own. “Now then,” he drawls, staring at the envelope in Inko’s hand. “Ya got something for me?”
Inko looks in the direction he is staring at and squeaks a small ‘oh!’ as she hands him the envelope. “I was to give this to your mother from Hikari Nakamura. He was busy and needed to get to a meeting right away, so he sent me instead.”
Katsuki raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Hikari sent you, a beautiful secretary, to leave your post to deliver something an intern can do?” He clicks his tongue in disbelief. “Well, I guess it all worked out then, huh?”
Inko looks at him, confusion rising on her face. “Wh-What do you mean, Mr. Bakugou?”
Katsuki cocks his lips up on the side, noticing the small blush on her cheeks. He takes the opportunity to charm her as he takes her hand again, this time raising it up to his lips and pressing them against her smooth knuckles. The green haired woman’s face flushes red even more as he lowers the hand back down, smirking at the sight before him.
“It means I got to meet you,” he says seductively with a twinkle in his eyes. Inko feels her face getting warm by the minute as he continues. “But please, call me Katsuki. Mr. Bakugou’s my father’s name.”
Inko looks in every direction except for Katsuki, who’s smirk widens at her reaction. “Oh… O-Okay, Katsuki…”
Katsuki huffs and releases her hand. He places his own on his hips and leans back against the desk, observing her moves. He can tell she is flustered just by the sight of himself (which is true, he takes pride in his looks, physique, and the genes he inherited from his parents). It’s gotten him through life, being a model when he was a child for his mother until he stopped once he graduated high school, a few dates here and there, and a couple of one-night stands with both men and women alike.
Who wouldn’t be attracted to him? He’s got the looks, the charm, and the charisma to boot. Plus, everyone knows who the Bakugou’s are, and it definitely helps pick up a few people at the bars and clubs he would frequent.
Taking this as an opportunity, he softens his gaze and addresses the woman in front of him. “I’ve told you my name. Surely someone as gorgeous as you has one.”
Inko tries really hard to muster some sort of response, as she continues to make herself calm down from the overwhelming amount of warmth emanating from her entire body. She clears her throat before she responds. “It’s… Inko Midoriya…”
Katsuki hums as a reply, smiling down at her. “Inko, huh? What a pretty name…” He then leans forward, face inches from her reddened face. “We should go out tonight. You and me. We can get to know each other a bit more if you’re interested.”
“Oh!” Inko squeaks out, taking a step back to have some distance from Katsuki. “I-I’m not sure… I—”
“Come on,” he teases, grinning widely, “I know the perfect bar to go to. I’ll pay for the food and drinks and even drive you home. What do you say?”
Inko looks into the red pools of Katsuki’s handsome face. She can tell that he is flirting with her, which she’s not even sure it’s appropriate during work, but she can tell he is being genuine. So, she takes a deep breath, and answers the blonde man.
“Oh, I guess it wouldn’t hurt… Alright…” Inko says quietly, but Katsuki does hear her, and smiles.
“Perfect. I’ll see you after work then,” Katsuki says in a sultry voice, causing Inko to feel that warmth again.
Oh, just what did she get herself into?
“So, Katsuki,” Inko says, taking a sip of her wine as she wiggles herself onto the barstool. “Is everything okay with Mitsuki? You mentioned that she’s indisposed right now and we didn’t get a mass email about it.”
Katsuki downs the last of his second beer before turning to the green haired woman. “She’s fine, she’s just on leave due to health reasons. Ma hate’s sympathy, so that’s why there wasn’t an email sent out, she prefers it to be that way. I’m here to take over until she gets better, though.”
“Oh! I’m sorry to hear that! Please tell her she will be in my prayers tonight!” Inko says as she fidgets with the now empty wine glass. The bartender comes around and fills it up once more. “Does that mean you’ll be taking over if and when she retires?”
Katsuki has to stifle a laugh at the question before he answers her. “Nah, the fashion industry isn’t for me. I prefer what I do now, which is freelancing, but I’m the only one who knows how to run a tight shift here. So, until we find someone suitable for the job, I’ll step in whenever she needs me.”
Inko smiles at him. “How very sweet of you. I’m glad you have a good relationship with your mother so that you can take over when she’s sick.”
Katsuki hums as he takes his third beer in hand. Inko looks down on his left hand and notices no ring on there, not even a sign that there may have been one previously. Curiosity getting to her, she raises an eyebrow and asks. “So, and please tell me if this is too personal, but… Have you ever been married before?”
Katsuki raises his own eyebrow at the question, but smirks at the same time. He had a feeling she would notice, so he indulges her this one time. “Marriage wasn’t in the cards for me, if we’re being honest. I only had a few relationships in the past that didn’t last long, but no, it’s just been me. No kids, no wife, nothing.”
Inko widens her eyes at that fact. Surely, someone must have caught his eye at some point in his life. He was only 40 years old. Still, she can’t really say that herself, seeing as how she was previously married and has a son of her own. She was too busy raising her son that dating seemed impossible.
So, could this be her breakthrough? After all of these years?
“But enough about me,” Katsuki says, bringing Inko back to reality. “Tell me more about yourself, sweetheart. What drew you to come to be our secretary here?”
Inko blinks at the question, swiveling the wine glass in her hand. She takes a generous sip before she answers. “W-Well, I was previously a preschool teacher, and I absolutely loved it. But I had to leave it in order to get a better paying job.” She looks into Katsuki’s curious eyes as she continues. “You see… I have a son; he just recently graduated high school and wants to go to UA University. Obviously, we couldn’t afford it and despite having one of the highest grades, he didn’t receive any scholarships to go. So, he’s taking a year off and working part time while I had to search for a new job. He plans to go the following year once he has enough money to attend.”
Inko feels the tears coming and wipes her eyes on the back of her hand. “S-Sorry, you probably don’t want me talking about my son while we’re at a bar—”
“Hey, no need, I get it,” Katsuki says with sincerity. “Your son sounds like a lucky young man to have a hard-working mother who would do anything for him.”
Inko smiles fondly at Katsuki, seeing that he truly meant it. Against her better judgment, she pulls out her phone and sniffs as she pulls up a photo to show Katsuki. She pushes the device to him as he takes it to look, putting on his reading glasses from his breast pocket in the meantime. Her smile grows as she leans over to show him the photo of choice, pride on full display.
“That’s him! My precious boy! He is so smart, so sweet, and so handsome! I just can’t believe how much time has passed since he was born!” She dotes on as she looks down at the picture like the proud mother she is.
Katsuki, meanwhile, stares at the picture and simply nods as a way to respond to her. His mind goes blank as he stares at the picture of her son. He looks at all of the tiny details on the boy and is completely enamored.
He looks at the grinning and proud boy, smile wide and teeth baring, his freckles all over his face accentuated by the lighting of the stage he is standing on. His green curly hair shines brightly under the lights as he holds up his high school degree in his blue and orange graduation gown that looks too big on him due to his skinny stature. His boyish looks take Katsuki’s breath away as his heart hammers in his chest and his stomach does harsh somersaults.
Katsuki, realizing he has been staring at the picture for far too long, hands the phone back to Inko and clears his throat, hoping to hide the swell of emotions he is feeling for the woman’s son in front of her. “What’s his name?” He croaks, uncaring. “And how old is he?”
Inko, unperturbed by his sudden change in demeanor, smiles brightly at the picture in front of her. “His name’s Izuku. He just turned eighteen in July and oh I just can’t believe he’s a full-fledged adult now. Where has the time gone?”
Inko continues to dote on her son, unaware of the towering blonde hovering over to see more pictures of her beloved son. His entire brain chemistry alters, becoming obsessed with the boy that he has only seen one, singular picture of and not meeting him in the first place.
He feels animalistic, like a wolf howling in the night as it stalks its prey once it lays its eyes on the fragile thing. He has never felt this way with anyone before in his entire life. Yet, one thought crosses his mind when he looks up to Inko’s reddening face from all of the tears and wine in her system.
He must have him.
He reels himself back into reality, a small smirk painted on his face as he leans against her. “Come on, you’ll see him soon after this,” he drawls, wiggling his eyebrows. “Besides, isn’t tonight about you and me?”
Inko looks into his ruby reds once more, face tinged pink from the emotions floating all over her as she composes herself. “Oh, I guess you’re right.” She then pockets her phone into her purse, turning her attention back to the blonde next to her. “So, tell me more about yourself? You said you freelance?”
Katsuki grins, hiding his true feelings deep within his soul. He needs to get close to her, woo her, and if he can pull this off like he always does…
Then he will have all access to her son and make him his own.
Katsuki can be patient when the situation calls for it. He knows that if he waits and tends to the crops just right, soon, he will be free to pick the fruits of his labor.
You reap what you sow, as the saying goes. Except, it will benefit him in the long run if done correctly.
It has been a month and Katsuki finds himself dating the flustered secretary. Inko always has a bright smile on her face once she sees him at work, and he would shoot her a similar smile, keeping everything professional. Outside of that, he would lavish her with dates to expensive restaurants, renting movie theaters for the two of them, and even do your typical dates such as walks through a park and venturing out to the mall. Inko swoons whenever she receives gifts, such as flowers on her desk, chocolates to take home, and expensive jewelry that she would adorn and receive compliments.
It was all part of the plan that would soon come to fruition. He just needs to be patient, and until then, he will continue to plant the seeds, lower the walls, get Inko to feel so enamored by him that she will eventually have him meet her son.
He understands why she hasn’t allowed it yet, and he has respected that decision. He is a man of many things, and he is not one to speed things up when he has a goal in mind.
His patience is rewarded one day after receiving a text from her, and he has to keep his heart from falling out of his chest.
Inko
Katsuki, I’ve been thinking about it, and I would like for you to meet my son.
Is that alright with you?
Katsuki swallows the spit that is pooling in his mouth as he composes himself. He gives himself a few minutes, counting slowly to ten, just so he doesn’t seem that desperate and needy.
That would scare her off.
After roughly ten minutes, he texts her back with his answer. He had to bite back the instinct to use exclamation points just to keep his composure.
Katsuki
That’s fine by me.
I’ve been wanting to meet your son for some time.
How’s this Saturday at your place sound?
He is met with a ton of emojis and a happy mother that agrees to the idea. He chuckles at the exchange before he pockets his phone. He rubs his face in his palms as he ticks off his mental checklist. He is finally going to meet the boy.
And Saturday can’t come soon enough as he preoccupies himself with his work, taking his mind off of the green curls that have been happily haunting his dreams the entire time.
Soon, Saturday comes, and he dresses himself in a maroon button up shirt, black denim pants and his best black dress shoes. He adorns his gold watch and sprays some cedar wood scented cologne and inspects himself. He checks his hair to see if there are any strays before he puts his hands in his pockets, a light smirk on his face.
Time to see the boy.
He drives toward the apartment complex he has dropped her off plenty of times and parks in the guest parking lot. He looks at the faded walls and multiple units with air conditioners popping out of their windows. Katsuki grips the wheel, having only seen the outside of the complex but never seen the inside, and today it was going to happen.
He takes one deep breath, grabs the gift for Inko, and steps out of his pristine car that doesn’t match the others parked here.
He walks up the three flights of stairs, having gotten the instructions on what unit they live in, and slowly approaches the apartment. He looks at the brown door with the number ‘325’ on it and turns to see a small, black mailbox with the name ‘Midoriya’ written on it. He clutches the gift in his hand and knocks three times, his nerves kicking in high gear as a bead of sweat drips down his forehead.
And it wasn’t about seeing his girlfriend.
“Coming!” He hears Inko shout in a sweet voice. He fidgets with the gift, almost feeling bad for manipulating the poor woman just to get close to her son.
Almost.
Inko opens the door and greets him with a smile, eyes shining as if she has seen a masterpiece in front of her. “Katsuki! I’m so happy to see you!” She steps away from the threshold to let him inside. “Please come in! I’m currently making dinner right now.”
Katsuki leans down and gives her a quick peck on her lips before he walks through the threshold. He looks around the apartment and notices how small it is compared to his own. The kitchenette is tucked in a corner as the round dinner table sits next to it with four chairs. The living room has a couch and two loveseats, and a TV propped on the wall with a DVD/VHS player and a PS3 console underneath. He looks along the walls and notes pictures of Inko and Izuku, spanning all throughout their lives from when the boy was born to when he graduated. He notes two doors on the opposite wall and a smaller one in between.
It’s small to him, but it looks like it’s enough room for two people to live in without the place feeling too cramped. He actually finds it cozy in a sense.
“Sorry if it’s a bit small, but we’ve lived here for so long and we’re not used to huge spaces like your apartment,” Inko says from behind, looking a bit shy.
Katsuki turns his attention and takes her hand, smiling down at her. “I think it’s perfect, it suits you.”
Inko blushes at the compliment, a shy smile on her face. She then holds up one finger to the blonde and walks over to one of the doors on the opposite wall, where she proceeds to knock loudly.
“Izuku! Our guest is here!” Inko says through the thick slab of wood that keeps Katsuki’s soon-to-be prize from him. He hears some shuffling from the opposite side as Inko chuckles to herself. She walks over to Katsuki and sees the gift he has in his hands and gasps.
“Katsuki, you didn’t have to!” Inko says breathlessly, clutching her hands against her chest.
Katsuki smiles at her and holds up the gift. “I wanted to get something special for the occasion. And who am I to deny you a gift, babe?”
Inko giggles at the name as she takes the gift into her own hands. “Thank you, Katsuki. I’ll look at it afterwards, I have to go check on dinner. Hopefully my son will grace his presence at some point when he’s done with his game.”
“Oh, a gamer, huh?” Katsuki teases, a slight smirk on his face. “What’s he into now?”
Inko hums at the question. “Something to do with a Fortnite? All I know is that he apparently can’t pause the game, which I find odd, because don’t games usually have pause buttons on them?”
Katsuki chuckles at her obliviousness. “Oh, I know what Fortnite is, and yeah, games recently don’t have them because you’re sometimes playing online with other people.”
“Oh! I didn’t know that!” Inko gasps as if she had seen a ghost. She turns to the bedroom where Izuku is still currently occupied, a hint of worry on her face. “Oh, I hope he’s being careful.”
“I’m sure he is. He’s smart, he’ll figure it out,” he says to quell her fears. She turns to him, a thankful look on her face, and takes a deep breath before she realizes what she was originally going to do. She quickly walks over to the kitchen to continue working on dinner.
“Make yourself at home, Katsuki! I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready!” She calls as he hears chopping from the kitchen.
Katsuki places his hands in his pocket, scanning the room in its entirety, heart thumping in his chest as he waits patiently for the boy to emerge from his bedroom. He faintly hears some scuffling and fabric being thrown around when the doorknob suddenly turns.
Katsuki had to bite his tongue as the door suddenly opened to reveal his future prize stumbling out of the archway of the bedroom door.
“Ah, s-sorry, mom, I got distracted—” The tenor voice chirps as Izuku Midoriya closes the door and looks up to see Katsuki standing there. Izuku’s mouth hangs open as he looks at him with wide, emerald eyes and Katsuki can’t help but see a small blush forming on his freckled cheeks.
Katsuki’s heart hammers in his chest, suddenly the denim pants feeling a bit tighter from seeing true beauty in front of him. The two stare at each other for a solid minute, before Katsuki recomposes himself, shifting his eyes up and down, studying the boy’s appearance.
Izuku seems to be the typical teenager who likes to wear graphic T-shirts, cargo shorts, and sneakers. Yet what stands out to him is how red and worn out his sneakers are along with the fact that his shirt has a picture of the comic book hero, ‘All Might,’ on it.
Needless to say, Izuku could wear a garbage bag over himself, and Katsuki would still find him attractive.
Izuku shakes his head, probably from realizing that he had been staring at the blonde for some time now, and he walks over to him. Katsuki has to ground himself to not take him right then and there as the boy extends a hand, albeit a bit sweaty.
“Uhh…” Izuku stammers, clearly nervous (how adorable). “I-It’s a pleasure to m-meet you, Mr. Bakugou.”
Katsuki brings himself back to reality as he takes the boy's hand into his, noting how soft it is despite the clamminess. He smirks down at the teen, noting how his arms have some muscle on them and so do his calves, which tells him that he works out occasionally. “Please, call me Katsuki. Mr. Bakugou’s my father’s name.”
Izuku pulls his hand back and gives him a look, scanning him as the blonde just did a moment ago. After a few seconds, Izuku shrugs his shoulders and proceeds to sit down on the couch. He hides his face from the blonde as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table and turns on the TV.
Katsuki walks over and sits down next to him, though not too close to scare him off, just enough for him to feel the heat coming off of him. He looks at him through his peripheral vision and sees his freckles up close and how they paint his flushed cheeks perfectly. The urge to wrap an arm around him is strong, but he resists for now as he tries small talk with him.
One step at a time.
“So, Izuku, you like All Might?” Katsuki asks, and he has to hide his victorious smile when the boy turns his attention to him, eyes wide like saucers, the show on the TV completely forgotten.
Izuku’s eyes sparkle at the prospect of the man next to him taking an interest in his hobbies and such. He turns his entire body toward him and begins to speak to him.
“You know about All Might?” Izuku gasps, smiling cheek to cheek. “I thought people your age hated comic books!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes at that accusation. “If I hated comic books, I wouldn’t own all forty copies of the original run from the 70s.”
That gets his attention as Izuku covers his mouth from gasping so much. “Oh my God! Those are rare to find! And expensive! H-How can you even afford that? Do you even have the limited edition of the silver age comics?”
Katsuki nods, which makes the boys even more amazed at him. “Wow! Those are even HARDER to find!” He turns to face the floor, hands covering his mouth. “I can’t believe I’m talking to someone who owns all of the original books including the limited editions! And he’s dating my mom!”
Katsuki feels his stomach doing flips, knowing that he has wowed the boy to submission. Small talk now finished, he crosses his arms and continues to talk to the green haired boy next to him. “Maybe one day, I’ll bring them over for you to see! Would you like that, Izuku?”
The boy looks up with wide eyes as if his favorite treat is dangling in front of him. Katsuki inwardly howls in delight that Izuku has taken the bait as he squeaks out a reply. “I-I-Is that okay?”
Katsuki smiles down and, testing the waters, ruffles his hair, noting how soft and clean the curls are. “Sure, just be careful with them. They’re still in pristine condition.”
Izuku nods with a big grin on his face. “I’ll take good care of them, Katsuki!”
He smiles down at the boy as he crosses his legs, attempting to hide his obvious desire just from hearing his name escape those gorgeous lips. He changes the topic, putting his hand in his lap. “So, you got a career path in mind when you go to school?”
Izuku beams brightly at the thought. “I do, actually! I want to work in the movie industry! Not directing or acting, per se, but I’ve been thinking about going to school to focus on storyboarding. I love coming up with stories and ideas! Animation would be nice, too, but I can’t draw for crap…” He looks at the coffee table with a nervous look, his hands fidgeting in his lap.
Katsuki chuckles at the thought. He places a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing it ever so gently as Izuku looks back into his eyes. “Hey, it’s never too late to learn something new, you know…” he says in a sultry voice that he knows works wonders on the people he has wooed into his bed.
The effect is immediate; Izuku is rendered speechless for a solid minute, face beet red that he suddenly resembles a strawberry (which is truly remarkable to Katsuki). The boy turns his face away as he looks at the abandoned show on the TV in an attempt to hide his reaction. “Uhh… Th-That’s very kind of you to s-say…”
Oh Lord have Mercy on him for what he desperately wants to do to this boy.
He pushes those thoughts aside, hand leaving the shoulder, as he continues the conversation. “So, what’s stopping you from going to school this upcoming year? Your mom has been telling me some things, but I’d rather hear it from you.”
Izuku composes himself as he tries to answer the towering blonde man’s question. “W-Well, we couldn’t afford the tuition, s-so I’m taking a gap year to save up money so I can go next school year. I’m currently working at the local grocery store as a cashier, and while it’s a good job for me to gain experience, it’s kind of a tiresome one. I gotta deal with customers who want to scream at me for their expired coupons like I was the reason they expired…” He chuckles roughly at the thought before shrugging his shoulders. “But it’s whatever, as long as I can save up money for college, that’s all I can do.”
Katsuki hums at his explanation, finding it endearing that Izuku is ambitious to obtain his goal. He can see his mother through him; kind, hard-working, dedicated…
Cute…
“Sounds like you know exactly what you’re doing,” Katsuki adds, shifting his legs on the couch so they don’t constrict his tightening pants. He looks into the viridian eyes that look up to him with curiosity as he finally gets to the topic he has been wanting to ask since he laid eyes on the boy. “What about your dating life? Anyone caught your eye?”
Izuku stares at him, eyes wide. If his face can get any redder, it does so as he shifts his eyes, looking in any direction that is not Katsuki’s face, stammering as he tries to be coherent. “I-I-I… Oh look! Th-There’s a baseball game on! D-Do you like sports?”
Katsuki smirks at the poor boy’s attempt to change the topic. He nudges his elbow into his side, causing Izuku to squeak in surprise as he rubs the spot. “Come on, Izuku, I won’t judge.”
Izuku forms a line with his lips as he looks into his lap, his fingers twirling with nerves. He gulps as he eventually caves and answers the man’s question. “W-Well, I haven’t really been… Interested in dating, actually…”
Katsuki raises an eyebrow as Izuku continues to explain. “I-I went to a very conservative and religious school. There were rules and regulations regarding dating and such. D-Don’t get me wrong, I loved going there, as it really challenged me in so many ways, b-but…” He sighs and groans into his hands. “I kinda wish they loosened up a bit with the rules so there would be more freedom. A-And don’t get me started with Health Class…”
“Oh, now I’m interested in hearing this,” Katsuki jokes, leaning closer into Izuku’s personal space.
Izuku sputters nonsense from the lack of space between the two. He clears his throat before he proceeds to answer him. “I… I kind of feel like we didn’t get a good education in that aspect? Like I said, I went to a very conservative and religious school. For example, the only thing we were told about s-s-sex ed is t-to stay abstinent until y-you’re married… A-And that’s kind of… Unrealistic? I-I don’t know if that makes any sense to you… B-But I’m not dumb, I know the basics of s-s-s-sex, b-but I never… Y-You know…”
Oh, he knows. He can definitely tell that he is inexperienced in that aspect. The kid is smart, he found that class to be a load of crap and most likely did his own research. Still, this is perfect fuel for Katsuki as he proves the boy further.
“I know you’re not dumb, Izuku. Your mom was telling me you were in the Top 10% of your class.” He tosses the compliment to ease Izuku in, which appears to work as he relaxes his stance somewhat. Katsuki then smirks at him, asking him one final question for the boy. “But I take it you had at least one crush at some point. Any girl catch your eyes?”
Izuku stiffens once more at the question as he rubs his arms, as if he was cold. Katsuki keeps himself in check as he waits for the boy to answer his query.
“I uhh…” Izuku whispers, as if he assumes uttering his thoughts out loud would cause a disturbance. “I’m… Not really interested in girls…”
Katsuki’s heart beats against his chest at the declaration, his stomach performing so many somersaults that it could compete in the Olympics. His mind reels at the words that were uttered from the flustered boy next to him.
He doesn’t like girls…
Which means…
“Oh boys! Dinner’s ready!” Inko calls from the kitchen, having finished making dinner and is currently dishing out the meal for the three of them.
Izuku immediately stands at attention. “C-Coming, mom!” He turns off the TV and briskly walks over to the kitchen to help out. Katsuki stays put, composing his thoughts and his inner rabid animal from pouncing. After a minute, he, too, stands up from the couch, subtly adjusts himself in his pants while no one is watching, and heads to the direction of the kitchen table, where the food is being served by Inko and Izuku.
Katsuki walks over to Inko and gives her a peck on the cheek after seeing the meal she made. “How did you know curry was my favorite?”
Inko chuckles. “You told me, remember?”
Katsuki smirks down at her. “Oh, did I? What else did I tell you about me?”
“Oh, a lot of things. But please, Katsuki, not in front of my son,” she jokes as she looks over to see Izuku watching the entire thing with a beet red face. She giggles at his expense and waves her hand dismissively. “It’s alright, Izuku. Katsuki’s very friendly and wonderful! I hope you two were having some fun over there!”
Izuku stammers a reply. “O-Oh, uhh… Y-Yeah, we were just… G-Getting to know each other?” He looks into the carmine eyes nervously, as if asking for permission if what he said was alright. Katsuki curves one side of his lips as he gives him a look of desire, which makes the boy flush red from the reaction. Inko is oblivious to the encounter as she laughs fondly.
Soon, the three sit at the table and converse as if it was relatively normal. Katsuki sits next to Inko while Izuku sits across from the blonde. Inko makes comments on how wonderful it is for the two to have finally met, having been nervous about the prospect in general, but is grateful that it happened. Katsuki talks about random topics, including work, just to have some things to talk about to keep the appearance of what he’s truly feeling right now.
Izuku remains quiet the entire time and simply nods his head to answer questions, munching on his food in the process. He would occasionally look up to Katsuki, which is immediately met with his ruby red gaze, and Izuku would be a nervous wreck once more.
Katsuki ends up staying at the small apartment longer than anticipated, having helped clean up and do dishes, as well as play a board game with the two. He didn’t mean to stay late, he wanted to keep up appearances on being a good boyfriend to Inko while silently toying with her son, just to see him get riled up again and again so he can imprint it in his memory.
But all good things must come to an end, and he finds himself right at the front door, putting his shoes back on and turning to kiss Inko on the cheek, making her flush pink.
“I had a wonderful time. Thank you for everything, sweetheart,” Katsuki says softly, a hand holding her own.
Inko smiles fondly at him. “You are always welcomed here, Katsuki. I’m so glad you and Izuku have gotten to meet and know each other.”
Katsuki pecks her on the cheek with a chaste kiss. “I understand the hesitation, but I had fun tonight.” He then pulls her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. He feels Inko chuckle as she wraps her own arms around him.
He looks over to where Izuku is standing, who is fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt. He gives him a seductive look, eyes half lidded and a slight smirk on his face. It makes the boy flush red and turn his eyes on a random spot on the carpet. Katsuki’s pride swells in his chest just from the reactions he can get out of him.
Immediately, Katsuki pulls away and smiles at Inko. “I’ll message you later, then.”
Inko grins as Katsuki opens the front door. “Have a safe drive back home!”
Katsuki nods his head as a reply before he exits the apartment, leaving a very oblivious Inko and a flustered Izuku. Once the door closes, he gives himself some distance before he inwardly screams with joy as he approaches the car, victory swelling everywhere in his body.
Katsuki has never driven so fast to get home his entire life.
He probably broke some traffic laws, going over the speed limit by a lot, but he doesn’t care. He has to take care of these overwhelming emotions and feelings and wants and he needs to get home fast. When he sees the apartment come into view, he sprints into action as soon as he parks his car.
He practically runs to his apartment, fumbling with his keys and pushes the door open. He quickly kicks off his shoes in the genkan and speed walks to his bedroom, almost tearing the buttons off of his shirt and ripping the denim pants off for relief.
He settles into the cushions of his bed and lays his head down on the pillow. He pushes the rest of his pants down, along with his boxers, and takes hold of his throbbing member and starts to pump aggressively.
Fuck lube and warm towels and all that shit, he needs to get off right this second.
Katsuki hisses at the sensitivity of his cock as he pumps faster, his hand working overtime. He’s had boners before and has gotten off to porn dozens of times, yet this feeling is something new, something he can’t control and needs to act on, something he desperately wants to obtain.
All he wants right now is that beautiful boy in his arms and underneath him, writhing with pleasure with each touch Katsuki gives him.
“Shhhhhhit, fuck…” Katsuki moans, biting into his lips as he pictures what he would do to Izuku, pumping faster the deeper his fantasy goes.
Izuku moans under him as Katsuki grabs ahold of his plump and round globes, spreading them to see that tight, puckered rim just waiting to be filled with his throbbing cock. He takes two fingers, covered in lube, and shoves them in, making the boy underneath him gasp. He pumps those fingers inside, spreading the hole wide, eliciting noises from those kiss swollen lips buried in his pillow, his legs shaking from the pleasure he is feeling as Katsuki prepares him for what’s about to come.
He pulls the fingers out and brings his swollen member to the entrance, the tip just kissing the prepped hole. Katsuki slowly moves, bringing out more beautiful noises from the boy that is bent over, hands grasping the bedsheets as the blonde’s cock pushes in deeper and deeper until he reaches the hilt, burying his entire member inside the warm walls of his precious prey.
Katsuki doesn’t even wait for him to adjust, his need to move greater than ever, as he frantically pumps his dick inside that tight hole, making the boy scream underneath him. Katsuki grabs onto his hips, nails digging into the tender, freckled flesh to create crescents and bruises. Izuku pushes himself back, chasing his own pleasure, in tandem with Katsuki’s own thrusts of his hips as his movements begin to turn frantic.
Katsuki leans over the sweaty, freckled back of Izuku and pulls his damp, green curls in his grasp. The boy gasps and moans as Katsuki licks a stripe of spit on a sensitive spot behind his ear, grinning wickedly as he chases his need.
“God, look at you, you cock hungry bitch,” Katsuki says breathlessly, eliciting a shiver from the boy, goosebumps forming all over his body. “You just love taking dick, don’t you? Fuck you’re so tight, you’ve been saving yourself for me, haven’t you, baby?”
Izuku turns his head to look into his red irises. The boy’s emerald eyes blown up from the pleasure coursing through him, mouth hanging open and a bit of drool pools out and drips down onto the sheets below. Izuku opens his mouth to speak, and what he says drives the blonde over the precipice of his need.
“P-Please, daddy…” he moans out, sending shivers down Katsuki’s spine as he thrusts harder into his tight caverns. “P-Please cum in my t-tight pussy…”
Katsuki releases violently into his hand, his cum spewing out and spreading everywhere, landing on his chest, his stomach, all over the bed sheets. He groans so loudly, he doesn’t give a shit if the neighbors hear him. He bites his lips until he tastes copper and hisses when the crescendo of his orgasm reaches its peak.
His hand throbs from overuse and his cock slowly softens in his grasp. He breathes hard, attempting to calm his mind and body from what has to be the best orgasm he ever had in his entire life.
And it’s all thanks to that gorgeous, beautiful, sheltered boy.
Katsuki stares up at the ceiling, adrenaline now gone from the high and post-nut clarity comes into the forefront as his mind races. All he can think of is Izuku, and nothing but Izuku.
He needs him like he needs oxygen; he now can’t imagine his life without him in it, no doubt in his mind. His logical side reasons with his animalistic nature, telling him that he can’t just snatch him right away. Both sides instead come up with a compromise, and Katsuki smirks at the plan that they concoct in his mind.
“I’ll make you mine, Izuku…” Katsuki whispers to himself.
He continues to lay on his bed, breathing deeply as his mind reels on his plan that he hatches up. He doesn’t bother cleaning himself up as usual, taking it as a sign of pride and a boost to his ego, as he drifts to sleep.