A/N/: Alright guys. Here we are. We're at the end. I sincerely hope you enjoy everything I have for you. This is yet another 14k behemoth of a chapter. 28 pages of 'holy fuck it was worth it' 3
Katsuki
Katsuki woke up in silence. It wasn't the kind of silence the average person heard. It was completely silent. There were no sounds at all. Not his gentle breaths. Not his heart beat. Not even that ringing one typically got when it was just too damn quiet. He lifted a heavy hand to his ear, searching for the familiar weight that usually sat behind it. It wasn't there. His cochlear was gone. With a low, rumbling groan - one that he could not hear - Katsuki allowed himself to rely on his other senses.
It smelt sterile. Like cleaning products and latex specifically. And when he opened his eyes, it was too damn bright. He had to squint to make heads or tails of the room. It was a hospital. He was in the hospital. But why? What the hell was he doing there? His memory was so damn fragmented. Whatever drugs the fucking hospital had him on were damn strong. But he found the harder he thought about it, the more fragments that came back to him. Bits and pieces, not very much to go off of.
He remembered a battle. Fighting. But that's what usually landed him in the hospital, wasn't it? The smell was only so familiar to him because of the sheer amount of time he'd spent in them during and after high school. The specifics of the battle itself was hazy. He remembered blue light. And fire. And streaks of red. Pain. And... And... Etsuki.
Katsuki's eyes snapped fully open.
Where the fuck was Etsuki? The last time he remembered seeing her, she was in his arms. He was hugging her. And then... Nothing. The rest was blank. What had happened? Obviously he'd been taken to the hospital. Kiruka had fucked him up. She'd stabbed a fucking hole through his abdomen. It wasn't one of those things a kiss from Recovery Girl would fix. It would take time and fucking surgery.
His hand fluttered to where the wound was. There were definitely bandages there. What lay beneath them was a mystery. He didn't feel any pain from that particular spot - and that was definitely because of the drugs. But quite frankly, he didn't care about all of that shit at the moment. He had bigger issues to figure out. Specifically the whereabouts of his daughter.
Katsuki let his head settle back on the pillows as he palmed the mattress for the damn remote with the nurse's button. He found it neatly placed on the bed beside him. He snatched it up and immediately slammed his thumb down on the big, red nurse's button. He hit the button. Repeatedly. And he'd keep fucking hitting it until someone showed up. And if they decided to take their sweet fucking time, he'd haul his ass out of bed - which he was sure they didn't want him to do - and go on a manhunt for a nurse himself.
Luckily, a nurse appeared in the room within sixty seconds.
"Mr. Bakugou!" she said, flustered.
Or at least. That's what he thought she said. He couldn't fucking hear the damn broad. Did they completely fucking forget that he was damn deaf? Fucking ass fucks.
He looked at her in a deadpan. He could have told her he was deaf by simply pointing his ear. Fuck. That would have been the easiest thing of all. But. He didn't. No. He was crabby. And tired. And high as a fucking kite on pain killers. And he wanted his damn kid. So fuck the social niceties.
"I'm fucking deaf, mother fucker. You're a damn nurse. Thought you'd at least check my chart before trying to fucking talk to me," he snapped.
Well. He hoped that came out right. He really just said it from muscle memory, but without the aid of his hearing, he couldn't be sure if everything was pronounced right.
The nurse looked like a deer caught in headlights. She stared at him blinking for a few long moments before she jumped into action. She checked his chart and then grabbed his cochlear's from a charging dock across the room. She hurried back over to him and a familiar set of cochlear's to him. With a practice ease, he stuck the magnet to the side of his head. He switched them on, and holy fucking shit. There was sound.
The room came to life. Beeping monitors. His breath. His heart. And the fucking nurse stammering out apologies that he didn't care to listen to.
"Where the fuck is my daughter?" he asked.
The nurse stopped in her tracks. "I'm sorry. What?"
"Where is Bakugou Etsuki? You know. My three and a half year-old. Where the fuck is she?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing.
"I-Is she a patient here?" she asked.
"How the fuck should I know? I don't know what hospital I'm in! I don't even know how long I've been in this joint. That's your job to figure out."
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered out. "You're at Musutafu C-Central Hospital!"
"Fuck," he groaned, running his hands over his face. "Whatever. It's not your fault. Just-"
The fucking monitor on his middle finger damn near stabbed him in the eye, so he wrenched it off. The nurse gave a half-hearted protest, as if she wasn't trying to anger him further. He couldn't exactly blame her, what with his explosive temper.
"Do I have any damn visitors?" he asked.
"U-uh! Yes!" she scrambled to say. "Hero Deku is out in the hall. D-Do you want me to send him in?"
"Yeah. Hopefully he'll have more damn answers," he said with a glower.
The nurse evacuated the room as fast as her feet would carry her without being rude. Katsuki couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. Sure. He had a temper. And sure, as a teenager, his temper had caused him to make a few unintentional explosions. But he wasn't a damn teenager anymore! He wasn't going to blow the damn nurse up! Who did she take him for?
Katsuki gingerly crossed his arms over his chest. Sure, while he knew he had some bomb ass painkillers, he still felt the aftermath of that battle. His limbs were exhausted. There was a tightness in his muscles and a lack of willingness to move that screamed exhaustion. His body really needed to get the fuck over itself.
The door of the room opened once more, and in walked his teary eyed idiot of a boyfriend that Katsuki couldn't help but love. His eyes widened a fraction as the thought coursed through his head. Did he love Deku? His brain answered immediately. Fuck yeah I do! That greenette had invaded his life to fully and brought that fucking affection Katsuki had for him roaring back to the forefront. And after that affection became deep rooted in Katsuki, the love he felt had started to form. It had taken him almost fucking dying to realize it. That he had to survive for not only Etsuki and Katsuo, but also Deku.
But speaking about his children…
"Deku. Where is Etsuki? And Katsuo?" he asked, trying to keep the desperation and worry from creeping into his voice.
Deku wiped at his tears. "Always a father first," he said with a watery smile. "Just when I thought I couldn't admire you more."
Katsuki stopped the urge to roll his eyes. Now really wasn't the time for Deku's sentiments even though they made Katsuki's pride skyrocket.
"Focus, babe. Where are my kids?"
Deku scratched the back of his head. "The police currently have Katsuo. Tsukauchi specifically. They refused to surrender him to anyone until they had your consent. Your mom was pissed."
Katsuki smiled at that. The thought of Tsukauchi watching his kid was hilarious. Especially since it was his kid. If he was anything like he was as a baby, Katsuo would be a menace. And the fact that they'd refused to hand him over to just anyone, well… After all he'd been through these last few weeks, he appreciated that.
"And Etsuki?" he asked.
"She's upstairs in pediatrics."
"She's a damn patient," he roared, worry forcing its way to the forefront of his consciousness. "What the fuck for!"
"All of the children from the battle were taken to local hospitals to have their conditions assessed. It was a fight just to get Etsuki sent to the same one as you."
Fury raged inside of Katsuki at the thought of what could have happened. If they had dared to send his daughter to any other damn hospital, he have blown this entire room the fuck up before storming the fuck out. His daughter was not going to be separated from him again. Over his dead fucking-
"Kacchan! Babe!" Deku suddenly interjected as he placed a hand on Katsuki's shoulder. "You have to relax! Your heart rate is through the roof. They're gonna throw me out of here for upsetting you if you don't calm down!"
Katsuki froze and glanced at the monitors behind him. Oh. Right. The, uh, heart rate one was beeping frantically. He took a deep breath. The last thing he needed was the hospital staff to ask Deku to leave. He was the only motherfucker up in this joint that had answers. And he didn't even work there! He took in a few more deep breaths before he looked back at Deku.
"Is she okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. She is. They didn't give me very much information, though."
"Gonna have to get that shit myself, then," he grumbled. He patted the bed beside him. "Sit."
A light grew in Deku's bright green eyes as he hurried over to sit beside Katsuki. As soon as Deku was beside him, Katsuki leaned into the greenette. He smelled nice. Like his shower gel. Like the fresh earth. Like asphalt after a summer rain. It was so damn comforting. It was exactly what he needed before he took on his next battle.
"Gonna need you here," he said.
"Not that I'm not thrilled that you need me," Deku said. "But, uh, why exactly?"
"Cause if you're not here when they innevitably give me an answer I don't fucking want, I'm gonna blow shit the fuck up."
"Babe!" Deku hissed.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Deku."
"You can't just blow up hospitals."
"Well, if they refuse to bring Etsuki down here, I'm telling you right now, I'm choosing not to control my emotions."
"Babe!" Deku said for the umpteenth time. His tone was filled with exasperation.
"The last time I was actually with my kid was when I left her so I could go get custody of her brother," he said firmly. "I ain't waiting anymore."
Deku's mouth snapped shut as he conceded to Katsuki's words. He took that as his go ahead. He found the remote and jammed his thumb on the call button once again. This time around, considering he was in the room with Deku and likely not dying, the nurse took her sweet fucking time getting there. Katsuki had half a mind to haul himself out of bed to hunt someone down, but Deku's comforting scent kept him comfortably in bed.
Finally, though, the door opened and a new woman walked in flanked by the same stumbly nurse from before. This new woman looked fucking tense. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her lips were pursed into a thin line. She really had a bad case of fucking resting bitch face.
"Are you going to cause me problems, Mr. Bakugou," she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest with a certain ease that Katsuki currently did not have.
"Depends on your definition of trouble," he said.
Resting Bitch Face sighed. "You're my exact definition of trouble."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Do you know where my kid is?"
"It'd help if I had a name," she replied.
Fuck. This woman had to know what his daughter's name was. She looked like she was the head fucking nurse. She was just being fucking difficult to be difficult. Rude as shit.
"Bakugou Etsuki," he deadpanned.
She hummed quietly as she looked at the clipboard that she had in her hands. "Ah. Yes. She's upstairs in pediatrics."
"I'm already well aware of that."
"Ask more specific questions then," she replied.
He groaned. He could already feel his patience wearing thin. This woman really wanted to piss him off, didn't she? Beside him, Deku clutched his hospital gown.
"Babe," he hissed under his breath. "Be nice!"
"No," Katsuki said. "I'm not gonna be nice when she's being a c-"
"Don't you dare let that word come out of your mouth, Kacchan," Deku said sternly.
He groaned again. For fuck's sake! They both were gonna be the fucking death of him. First, he had a shitty nurse giving him attitude. Then, Deku stopped him from speaking his goddamn mind! Couldn't life just fucking roll with him for once? Give him a break? No? Fucking bullshit.
"Can I see her?" Katsuki asked through gritted teeth.
"I need to speak with both of your doctors," she said. "But I'm sure something can be arranged."
"She's my damn kid!" he roared, sitting up tall in his bed.
"And she's also a patient in this hospital," Resting Bitch Face said simply. "There are rules."
"Rules that I don't give a flying fuck about!" he roared.
"Babe!"
Katsuki was pulling the blankets off of his legs before anyone could stop him. He ripped the cords off of his body, pulled the IV from his arm, and stood up. The monitors in the room screamed to life as all of his vitals disappeared. Fuck 'em. He didn't need that bullshit. When he stood, he was a little woozy at first, but he was able to get himself righted pretty easily.
"Mr. Bakugou, please get back in bed!" Resting Bitch Face said.
Katsuki ignored her as small explosions went off in his palms. He did his best to control his anger, to keep them small, but he was on a warpath. No one would fucking stop him. He stormed past her while Deku scrambled to follow after him.
"Kacchan! Wait!" Deku called as Katsuki burst out of the door.
As soon as he was out in the hall, he paused. He had no idea where the fuck he was going. He figured he'd just fucking wing it. He'd been to Musutafu Central plenty of times growing up. And even more times when he was a teenager. How much different could it really be? It'd only been seven years. Hospitals don't update that frequently. And considering how well versed he'd been of the pediatrics floor growing up, how difficult could it really fucking be?
Katsuki stormed down the hall, using the walls for support. He was finally starting to feel more of an ache in his side from whatever surgery he'd had to fix the hole Kiruka had given him. He was doing a lot to aggravate the wound, but seeing his little firecracker was way more important than the little niggles of pain he felt.
Any resistance he met on his way to the pediatric floor was met with growls and small pops coming off of his hands. Deku followed behind him, rambling off apologies at anyone who would listen. And when he finally made it, he was confused. The floor was chaotic. Nurses were running all over the place, shouting to one another. Some of it was too far off for Katsuki to hear, and other parts he caught bits and pieces of. He was just getting through trying to make heads or tails of it when a nurse approached him. Katsuki was prepared to pop off a few warning explosions when she sighed in... relief?
"Oh thank all things holy!" she cried as she looked at him. "You! We needed you yesterday."
Katsuki raised his brows at her in confusion as she took hold of his wrist. She started dragging him down the hall gently toward a room down the hall toward an open door surrounded by nurses. As he got closer, he heard the distinct sounds of explosions. The scent of nitroglycerin reached his nose, and immediately, he was pushing past the nurses to get inside of the room.
His eyes found her immediately. She stood on her bed like a little warrior, her hair poised and ready to strike. She had a fierce look on her face as she roared obscenities at the nurses.
"You are fucking RUDE!" Etsuki roared. "I wanna see my Daddy!"
"Young Lady, you need to sit down!" one of the nurses said. "You can hurt yourself."
"I'm fine!" she wailed. "I don't wanna fucking sit, rude nurse lady!"
"Watch your language!" the nurse admonished sharply.
"Fucking make me!"
"Do you think your Daddy would like to hear you cursing like that?"
"He cusses more than me!"
"That doesn't mean you should follow his poor example!"
Etsuki's eyes flared in rebellion. And then she opened her mouth. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Damn! Bish! Hoebag. Uh-" She paused, seemingly lost in thought.
"Fuckface," he chimed in.
"Yeah! Fuckface!" Etsuki said, crossing her arms over her chest triumphantly.
It took all of three long seconds for it to click in her head. Her brilliant blue eyes connected with Katsuki's. They widened a fraction before she launched herself off of her bed and toward Katsuki. He caught her in his arms and pulled her close to him. He engulfed her in the best damn hug he could give her. Fuck his fucking wounds. This love that he felt for his daughter would always triumph over everything else.
"Fuck, Gremlin," he said quietly into the crown of her head. "I'm never gonna let you go ever again."
Katsuki and Etsuki were released from the hospital the next day. It wasn't until then that he learned of the repercussions of the battle outside of UA's doors and every fire that had preceded it. Hundreds of children suddenly had nowhere to go. They couldn't go home to their parents, if one could call them that. They were more like sperm donors and egg givers if anything. They'd given them life, but that hadn't been parents. They had been the ones to surrender those kids to the PLF. How the fuck could the police and Child Protective Services just let them go back to the very monsters that had allowed them to be weaponized in the first place? They couldn't. Plain and simple. Luckily, those children could be placed in foster homes for the time being. Child Protective Services did their damn best to do so. It was beyond Katsuki's responsibility at this point. He'd done his job, and now, it was time to recover.
And by that, he meant figure the fuck out his life. He and Etsuki no longer had a home. It had been burned to ashes by that assfuck, Dabi. They had nowhere to go. They'd been displaced just like the hundreds of children involved in that battle.
He stood outside of the hospital with his phone in one hand and Etsuki's little, gloved fingers in the other. He stared at the black screen, wondering who to call. He couldn't bring himself to ask his parents for help. They'd already done so much for him - ya know, like bringing both him and Etsuki proper winter clothes so they didn't freeze their asses off. And while he was sure they'd take the pair of them into their hoem without any questions asked, he couldn't fucking do it. He didn't want to be a damn burden on his parents even though he'd be a goddamn delight to have around.
He could also call Aizawa, but the man had a family of his own. He didn't need to have two more problem children hanging around on top of Present Mic. And Deku... Well, Deku had already fucking put up with him when Etsuki was gone. He didn't want to impose on his boyfriend anymore than he already had.
He gave Etsuki's hand a squeeze. It would be a hotel then until he got a hold of his realtor and found a temporary apartment for the pair of them to move into...
There was a honk in front of him as a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The passenger window opened and the devil himself stuck his curly green head out.
"Kacchan!" he called, waving to him. "Etsuki!"
Katsuki furrowed his brows. "Deku? What're you doing here?" he asked.
"I was coming to get you! You said you were being discharged today," he said as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Why?"
"Uh? You do remember that your house, uh, caught fire, right? That battle didn't make you forget did it? Do you need to go back in and get your head checked? Oh my gosh, Kacchan! What if they were too concerned with your stab wound that they didn't even check to see if your head was okay! We have to go back and make sure that they did! You could have a brain bleed or-"
Katsuki took a few steps toward the car and firmly planted a hand over Deku's rambling mouth.
"Shut the fuck up," he said without a trace of venom in his tone. When Deku nodded, Katsuki removed his hand. Etsuki giggled beside him.
"Sorry, Kacchan," Deku mumbled, cheeks alight with a blush.
"It's whatever," he said. "And yes, I remember my house burned down."
"Well, where did you think you're going to go?" Deku asked tentatively.
"I, uh, figured we'd hunker down at a hotel or some shit for a few days before I figured something out," he admitted sheepishly.
"I figured you come stay with me," Deku said softly.
Katsuki's eyes shot up to his boyfriend in shock. "Deku, you don't have to do that. We'd be a lot, and I-"
"Babe, it's fine," Deku said.
"Babe?!" Etsuki asked with a squeal of laughter. "Isn't that what girlfriends and boyfriends call each other!"
Right. Fuck. They hadn't broken that new to Etsuki yet. Everything had been such a damn blur, what with the custody case and Etsuki's kidnapping. Fuck.
"About that..." Deku said, looking at Katsuki with a look that screamed 'HELP! WHAT DO I SAY?'
"Gremlin, there's something you should know," Katsuki said turning toward his daughter fully. He crouched down in front of her. "Izuku and I. Well."
"You're fucking!" she said matter-of-factly.
Katsuki fucking choked on the spit that was in his own goddamn mouth at her words. How the fuck?! Deku even gave his own involuntary shrill of horror.
"Do you even know what that means, Gremlin?"
Etsuki rolled her eyes. "Uh. Yeah. Duh."
"What does it mean?"
"It means you sleep in the same bed, Daddy. Gosh, I thought you were smart!"
A relieved breath escaped Katsuki. Thank fucking god his three and a half year-old didn't know the real definition of fucking fucking. He'd been terrified that she'd heard his and Deku's fucking sexscapades. God. What a fucking nightmare that would have been.
"That's exactly what it means," he said, wrinkling his nose. "I just had to make sure you knew."
Etsuki rolled her eyes again.
"That wasn't what I had to tell you, though," Katsuki said.
His daughter tilted her head to the side in curiosity. "What?"
"Izuku and I. Well. We're boyfriends, Gremlin."
This time, Etsuki pumped both of her fists into the air triumphantly. "YES!" she roared as she started to jump around in excitement.
She was taking this a lot better than he was expecting. More than a lot. Considering the amount of betrayal in her life at the hands of the adults she trusted, such as her own mother and her teacher, he'd been expecting something different. Hesitation? Fear? Fucking something. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting from Etsuki, but excitement wasn't it.
"Uh, you think it's a good thing, Etsu?" Deku asked sheepishly.
"Hell fucking yes!" she shouted as she danced and hopped across the sidewalk. "You guys took forever!"
"Did she... ship us, Kacchan?" Deku asked softly.
Katsuki stared at his daughter, fucking dumbstruck.
"Deku, I think she fucking shipped us."
"YUP!" Etsuki crowed. "And it sailed!"
"Where did you even learn that?" Katsuki asked.
"Auntie Camie," she sing-songed with a grin.
"Of fucking course," he said, slapping a palm to his forehead. He looked back at Deku. "Do you have a car seat in back?"
Deku furrowed his brows, seemingly perplexed by Katsuki's question. He seemed to be putting the pieces together. And then, his bright, viridian gaze lit up.
"Yeah! Of course I do!" he said, tilting his head to the side in the effervescent, Deku-like way. "Why would I have the agency driver come get you guys without a carseat?"
Fuck. He loved this man. He loved him so damn much. He was thoughtful and kind and fucking perfect. And fuck. Katsuki did not deserve him. But he was so damn glad he had him. He couldn't imagine anyone else in his life, caring for his daughter just as much as he did. He even remembered a fucking carseat.
Katsuki smiled a tiny smile that he reserved only for Etsuki and Deku. "C'mon Gremlin," he said.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" she asked.
"Home."
"But I thought our home burneded down."
He looked down at her, that smile still playing on his lips. "That was just a house, Firecracker. Our home is wherever our family is."
"So, my home is with you and Mr. Izu-Senpai?" she asked with a concentrated expression reading across her little face.
"Yeah. Wherever Izuku is, Firecracker," he said, looking up at the greenette in the care. "Home is where he is."
Their first stop was Tsukauchi's house. While the detective wasn't the natural first choice for a safe haven for children, he had made an exception.
"You didn't have to do this, you know," Katsuki said as he stepped into Tsukauchi's home. He toed off his shoes while Etsuki and Deku did the same. "Not that I'm not fuckin' grateful or anything, but. Ya know. They could have found someone else."
"I'm a father myself, Bakugou, and after all of the trauma your family had gone through..." the Detective said as he scratched the back of his head. "It was the least I could do, all things considered."
Katsuki felt a small tug on his sleeve. He glanced down at his daughter beside him.
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yeah, Gremlin?"
"What are we doing here? I thought we were going to Mr. Izu-Senpai's."
Katsuki froze, not exactly sure how to explain that. Yeah, this was his kid. But how did one just tell their daughter that they had a younger brother? One that had been stuck with her bitch tit of a mother his entire life thus far? Fuck. He hadn't thought this through. Fuck. He was panicking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"He's got a surprise for you, Etsuki," Deku said, coming in as his saving fucking grace. He looked at his boyfriend gratefully.
"A surprise?" Etsuki asked, her expression a million watts.
Tsukauchi smiled. "Why don't you come sit down. My wife is fixing tea."
They followed the detective into a cozy living room that looked well-loved. There were some toys scattered about from Tsukauchi's children and photographs all over depicting Tsukauchi as a loving, doting father to his children. Katsuki had no doubts that he was. His willingness to take in Katsuo without hesitation was evidence of that.
Katsuki sat down on the couch, and Etsuki immediately climbed into his lap. Deku sat down beside him. Katsuki's fingers searched across the small expanse of space between them for those crooked digits. Once he found them, he grabbed hold of them like a lifeline. Tsukauchi's wife came in moments later with tea. The five of them sat together and chatted about inane things for a moment or two before his wife excused herself to go 'get everything together'. Katsuki watched her leave with a knowing look in her eyes. Not a moment later,
"I'll leave you alone for a moment," Tsukauchi said before he left the room.
Katsuki cradled his tea in his hands. Fuck. He appreciated the privacy from Tsukauchi, but he also didn't want the detective to leave. Somewhere in his mind, he figured the man's presence would make this easier. It probably wouldn't to be fucking honest. But he was at a loss. He didn't know where to start. He needed to get these words out. Why did it have to be so damn difficult? This was a good thing. It was good, but he was so damn scared. Why? Maybe it was anxiety because he didn't have full custody yet. What if, by some shitty miracle, Kiruka got out of prison? What if she was able to keep custody of Katsuo? Would telling Etsuki at such a young age that she had a brother be a mistake? Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
"Daddy?" Etsuki asked, dragging away from his spiraling thoughts.
His eyes snapped to her, and he smiled tiredly. "I gotta tell you somethin', baby," he said gently.
"What?"
"Honey, our family is gonna get a little bit bigger."
"Is Mr. Izu-Senpai gonna be my new Papa?" Etsuki asked as she blinked doeishly.
She said it just as both Katsuki and Deku took sips of their tea. Katsuki nearly spit it right back out, and when he tried to keep it in to save the Tsukauchis' floor, it decided to go right down his fucking lungs. Deku immediately started choking on his own tea. It took them both several long moments of coughing before they were able to recollect themselves enough to entertain answering her question.
"What makes you ask that, Gremlin?" Katsuki wheezed, red-faced and teary-eyed.
"Well, you said that home is where Mr. Izu-Senpai is," she said.
"You did?" Deku asked.
Katsuki's cheeks flared red. Of fucking course Etsuki was gonna out him like that. Wasn't she supposed to be on his side or some shit? Deku came into the picture, and suddenly, his kid ain't siding with him anymore. Fucking bullshit.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I did."
"So is that my surprise? Mr. Izu-Senpai is my new Papa? Cause if it is, why did we come here?"
"He's not your new Papa," Katsuki said, glancing at Deku.
Not yet, at least, he added to himself as an afterthought.
"Then what's my surprise?"
"Etsuki, you're a big sister," he said.
Etsuki blinked owlishly once, twice, three times before a large grin cracked across her cheeks. He suddenly energetic rolled off of her in waves. He could practically feel her vibrating in his lap. And then she started to bounce up and down, flapping her hands excitedly.
"Oh my gosh!" she squealed. "I'm a big sister?"
"Yeah, baby, you are," he replied.
"Do I have a little sissy or a baby brudder?"
"A brother," Katsuki said. "His name is Katsuo."
"Katsuo," she said softly, testing the name on her tongue. She then pointed an accusatory finger at him, her little eyebrows pinched toward the center. "Daddy! Did you name him after you? It sounds like your name!"
Katsuki's mouth dropped open. Did he what? He sputtered for a moment, staring at his daughter and her goddamn audacity. Did he name his son after him. Sure, he guessed they sounded similar. Katsuki. Katsuo. But it was all a goddamn coincidence! His ex wife had picked a vain fucking name! It wasn't because it was similar to Katsuki's! What the fuck. This looked damn bad. He was sure he wouldn't be able to convince his daughter. He could already tell by the determined look on her face that she wouldn't be swayed. He groaned lowly. He was gonna have to tell her the truth. She deserved to know. She was his kid. She had thick skin and a burning hatred for her mother as hot as his. Still, he was leary of it. He hated bringing up Kiruka to his daughter, especially after everything.
"I didn't name him, Gremlin."
She crossed her arms over her chest petulantly. "Then who did?"
"Your mother," he said.
"Well, she's a big dummy!" Etsuki cried, her lower lip sticking out. "Katsuo's name is Katsuo because it sounds like Daddy's," she decided firmly. "Just like mine is like Daddy's."
Beside him, Deku snorted. If looks could kill, Deku would have been incinerated. Katsuki's burning glare zeroed in on the greenette with a vengeance.
"Got somethin' to say, Deku?" he asked, the vein in his temple twitching.
Deku smiled predatorily. "Heel boy," he said as he patted Katsuki's cheek. A blush singed across Katsuki's skin. Did Deku… just tell him to… heel? That fucking bastard. Katsuki wasn't a goddamn dog! Fuck. He was already gonna have a hard time saving face because of the fucking blush on his face. How the fuck was he gonna redeem himself from this shit.
He wasn't.
The next best thing was avoidance.
"The fuck were you fuckin' snorting like a pig at?" he snarled.
"I just think she's got you pegged. Two kids that are definitely named after you," he said with a shrug.
"Etsuki means hope," Katsuki said in exasperation.
"Yes. And both Katsuki and Katsuo mean victory," Deku countered, an easy grin on his face.
Fuck. He wasn't redeeming himself from that one. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Shut up, ya damn nerd. Why the fuck do you even know that, you creep?"
"Why wouldn't I know that about the person I-"
Deku didn't get to finish his sentence as Tsukauchi and his wife reentered the room. In the woman's arms was a baby with shocking red hair and fair skin.
Katsuo.
Etsuki and Katsuki's eyes were immediately glued to the infant. Katsuki held his breath as she came closer and gently placed the baby in both his and Etsuki's lap. This was the first time either of them were holding him. This was the first time, and they were doing this together. As Katsuo's weight was put into his arms, he realized that he'd never have it any other way. If he had to relive this moment over and over again, he'd always choose to share it with his daughter.
Etsuki, I'm that vivacious way of hers, was the first to speak.
"Hi Katsuo," she said quietly. "I'm Etsuki, your big sissy. I'm happy you're here 'cause I got lots to teach you about our family. It's small, but good. You're gonna love it here!"
The buzzing noise that signaled the door before him would be opening blared in Katsuki's ears. He never liked the noise, not even when his hearing was normal. But now, the noise just screamed in his cochlear's. It was grating and loud and it made him want to turn around and leave, but he couldn't. On the other side of this steel door were answers. Answers he'd been needing to hear for longer than he was aware.
Katsuki swallowed back the knot that had lodged itself in his throat. He could do this. He could handle seeing her. She was in prison. Not just any prison. Tartarus. Plus, she was in cuffs. Aizawa's eyes were already fixed on her. Her quirk was nullified. Despite his biggest tormentor being just on the other side of that door, Katsuki would be safe.
The heavy door was swung open by a guard standing just on the other side. The man gestured for Katsuki to step through, and he did. He stepped into the white interrogation room that housed his ex-wife, Kiruka. And when he was through, the door clanged shut behind him with an air of finality.
Katsuki took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and allowed his red eyes to find her. Kiruka was seated in one of the two chairs in the interrogation room. Her wrists here cuffed to the table. Her hair, which had been shorn close to her head the last time he'd seen her, was long once more. Despite this, though, it hung flaccid over her shoulders. That would be Aizawa's handiwork right there. He was grateful for his former teacher. He was the only reason Katsuki had decided to come today. If Aizawa hadn't agreed to nullify Kiruka's quirk, he wouldn't have been caught dead within a mile of the prison in which she was being held.
"Nice of you to drop by, Katsuki," Kiruka said.
Katsuki's gaze snapped to her face. He found a sneer resting on her lips. There was a burning fire of hatred behind her eyes. Fuck. He despised when she looked at him like that. Like he was just the dirt under her boot. He'd been on the receiving end of her glare countless times. It made his skin crawl just to think about it. Standing in front of it once again was even worse.
"You're the one who called me here, Hasaki," he snapped as he swung himself down into the other chair in the room. He did his best to give himself an air of nonchalance as he sat before her.
The woman whistled. "Talk about harsh," she said. "I got demoted to surnames?"
"You're not my damn friend. Why the fuck would I call you anything else?"
A smile pulled its way onto Kiruka's lips. "Heartless. Just the way I remember you."
"Heartless?" he asked with a roll of his eyes. "I've got more heart than you'll ever have."
"You're likely not wrong about that," she admitted.
"Can you cut to the chase and tell me why the fuck you made me drag my ass down to this shit hole?"
The last place Katsuki wanted to be was Tartarus. There were too many criminals here that he'd helped put here. Sure, they were secured behind the doors of their cells, but he still felt uneasy being here. Not that he couldn't take every last one of those fuckers. He was superior to them all. He could handle himself just fucking fine. It just wasn't his ideal place to be.
"I'm getting there," she said.
And the way that she said it just grated on Katsuki's nerves further. It was all slow and nonchalant, as if she had all the time in the world. She really did, to be quite frank. She wouldn't be getting out anytime soon. That being said, she clearly gave zero fucks that she was wasting his time. Actually, it seemed to please her that he was irritated by her already. Fucking bitch.
"Unfortunately, some of us have priorities," he said.
"I'm fine with keeping you from them," she said. "That nasty hero work isn't worth your time, Katsuki dear. You could be helping the Liberation Front. Now that is worth your talents."
"You don't know what's worth my time," he snarled.
"Sure I do. I was married to you, remember? I know you, Katsuki. You would do amazing with the Front."
He snorted. Was she seriously trying to recruit him? Was she fucking kidding? Kiruka was fucking ridiculous.
"You of all people know that shit won't work on me, Hasaki. The League tried that in high school, and the Front has been trying ever fucking since. I won't bend. This isn't the first time someone has tried to recruit me, and I doubt it will be the last."
"I know they've tried," she said. "But that's why they sent me."
Katsuki's brain short circuited. That's why they...?
"Fucking what?" he asked quietly.
"You didn't know?" she asked, a smirk curling onto her lips. "I figured you'd have found out a long time ago."
"Found out what?"
"I only dated and married you because the Liberation Front asked me to," she said. "They asked, and I did as they commanded. It was never real."
Katsuki froze in his seat. His eyes were locked on Kiruka as he searched her face for any sign that she was lying. There was none. She actually looked deadly serious. And she looked fucking satisfied with that fact. His hands desperately wanted to curl into fists in front of him. They itched to let off angry explosions, but he kept his cool. She wanted him to get angry. She fed off bullshit lies and hatred.
"Why?"
"Why what, dear?" she asked. "You're going to need to be more specific."
"Why the fuck would you fake that shit?" he asked. "What did I ever do to deserve that?"
"You have power. That's why," she said simply. "And because we're both powerful, we can produce strong children."
His lips curled back into a sneer, and at the sight of it, Kiruka only smiled. She fed off of his misery and pain throughout their entire sham of a fucking marriage. And for what? To get him to join the Liberation Front? To get his daughter into their clutches as well? No. Fuck that shit. Fuck everything that Kiruka and the Liberation Front stood for.
"I wasted seven years of my life for you," he said quietly.
"I wouldn't call it a waste," she said. "I got Etsuki out of you, didn't I?"
Katsuki stood abruptly, slamming his palms down onto the table. He leered at her, his eyes blazing. "She is not yours! She will never be yours! You hurt us! You abused us! And all because you wanted to turn our daughter into some soldier?"
"The Front gets what the Front wants," she replied.
Katsuki took a step back from her, shaking his head. "You're fucking despicable, Hasaki. I can't believe I wasted years of my life on you. I could have had anyone fucking else, but I chose you! I fucking loved you!"
"Then I must have done my job pretty damn well," she said.
Katsuki searched her expression for anything to tell him that she'd loved him too. That it hadn't all been one-sided. That he hadn't been lied to for years by a woman he thought loved him. A woman he pledged to love with everything that he had. But he saw nothing behind those ice cold eyes.
He took another step away from her. "You're never going to see those kids again. I won't let you hurt them."
He turned away from her and pounded twice on the door. He needed to get out of there. Before he fuckign had a meltdown, he needed to get away from this bitch who'd made him second guess every emotion he'd had toward her.
"They'll make their choices when they're older," Kiruka said. "Just you wait and see."
"Fuck you."
The door buzzed above him, but the sound didn't bother him this time. He felt like he was fucking drowning. He'd been dragged underwater by the torrent of emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him. He barely heard Kiruka chuckle behind him.
Just as he opened the door to leave, he glanced back at the woman. He didn't recognize her anymore. Gone was the woman he'd married. Gone was the monster. All that was left was a complete stranger.
"Tell me," he said quietly. "Did you ever fucking love me?"
"Tell me, Katsuki," she countered. "Can you hear sound without your aids?"
That was an answer enough. No. She hadn't.
Katsuki stepped through the door and let it slam shut behind him. Those last glimpses of Kiruka were the last he'd ever have of the woman. He vowed to never see her again.
Etsuki and Katsuo were asleep by the time Katsuki got back to Deku's apartment. The greenette had put them down for their afternoon naps while Katsuki had been at Tartarus. He stepped into the quiet apartment, his body feeling like lead. He felt so emotionally drained. He could hardly hold his shoulders high. Fuck. All he wanted to do was sleep.
Deku found him in the front hall of the apartment, leaning against the door.
"Hey, Kacchan!" he said in that happy go lucky tone of his. "I didn't realize you were home!"
Katsuki looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Hey..."
Deku took a tentative step toward him. "Kacchan, are you okay?"
He swallowed. He could lie. He could tell Deku that he was just fucking dandy and move on with his life pretending that conversation with Hasaki Kiruka had never happened. But this was Deku. This was the man that he loved so damn much. Someone who'd been by his side since the beginning. Deku wasn't going to go anywhere if Katsuki told him the truth.
"No," he admitted, his voice cracking under the monosyllabic word. "I'm not okay."
Deku took those last few steps to close the gap between them. Katsuki felt strong, sturdy arms surround him, and he allowed himself to sink into Deku's hold. His arms wrapped their way around his green bean tightly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Deku asked softly.
Katsuki let out a shuddering breath. Tears stung at his eyes now. He knew he'd be incapable of stopping them when they came. He didn't have the energy to.
"It's stupid, Deku," he whispered.
"If it's got you like this, it's not stupid, babe," Deku replied.
Fuck. Deku was doing that stupid Deku shit where he cared more than Katsuki was able to comprehend. It was so simple. He just wanted Katsuki to talk about his fucking emotions. But it was so damn hard. Fuck. Had he been so devoid of care these last seven years that he could share how he felt? The things that fucking upset him so damn much? He couldn't allow himself to bare his chest and relieve himself of the pain he felt inside because he was fucking terrified to. But this was Deku. Deku wasn't going anywhere.
"She told me it was all a lie, Deku," he said quietly. "She never loved me. She abused me because she could, and I couldn't defend myself because I loved her. And at some point, I thought she loved me. But it was all a damn lie."
Deku didn't say anything. He just let Katsuki vent. He was sure that Deku knew who he was talking about. Who the alleged her was. There was no need for explanation. All of the pain inside of Katsuki related back to her. It went without saying.
"Am I really that impossible to love?" he asked quietly as his tears finally spilled past his lids.
"No, you're not, Kacchan," Deku said as he reached up to wipe away Katsuki's tears.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Because I've loved you since we were four years old, and I'll keep on loving you until the day I die," Deku admitted.
Katsuki stared at Deku for a few long moments before his lips crashed down against Deku's plump, pliant ones. Deku seemed startled at first, and then he was kissing Katsuki back. His worries were temporarily erased for those few moments when their lips were connected. All he could think of was Deku. Deku and his ability to make Katsuki feel fucking important for once in his goddamn life. Katsuki poured everything into that damn kiss. His hopes. His fears. His goddamn affection. And when their lips finally parted, Katsuki allowed his forehead to lean against Deku's.
"Hey, Izuku?" he asked.
"Yeah, Kacchan?"
"I love you, too," he said quietly.
A wide grin burst onto those beautiful freckled cheeks. "I love you more," he said with a hint of a challenge to his voice.
Katsuki returned the grin and pressed a light kiss to Deku's lips. "Not a chance in hell."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
Time flew by after that. December went by in the blink of an eye, and January was hot on its heels. The new year brought a world of changes.
After the holidays passed, he finally brought himself to enroll Etsuki in school again. Doing so damn near fucking broke him. He couldn't be sure that she'd be safe there. Nakamura had betrayed him. She'd betrayed Etsuki, too. How could anyone expect him to be okay with that? The one place he was supposed to trust sending his child was school, and suddenly, that trust was gone. It had taken thorough convincing from Deku, his parents, Aizawa, and Etsuki to enroll her in a school that he'd done thorough research on. His daughter had certainly been the driving force in the matter. The way she stomped her feet and threatened not to love him anymore if he didn't let her go back to school broke him more than sending her back. She was such a little shit that in that way.
On top of sending her back, Katsuki finally got full custody of his son with no visitation rights for Kiruka. Not that he'd ever bring his son to Tartarus to visit that bitch. She'd gotten three life sentences for all of the crimes she and the Liberation Front had committed against those kids. She'd never see the world outside of that prison again, so Katsuki had no fears about her attempting to get to either of his children.
And all the while, he and Deku had been busy closing on a new house for their little family to move into. Because at this point Deku was family. Etsuki had already taken to calling him fucking Papa instead of Mr. Izu-Senpai. Katsuki wouldn't have it any other way, either. Deku was his one and only. He was the sole person alive - aside from his parents - that he'd trust with his children long term.
The house was small, but it was perfect. Three bedrooms and a small yard for the kids to play in. It was all they really needed for right now. Sure, he had a nice, cushy payroll as the number four hero. But he still didn't need a grand ass mansion like the Todoroki family had. He was satisfied with this. Something small and cozy. Home was wherever Etsuki, Katsuo, and Deku were.
Or at least, where they usually were. His parents had very graciously taken his kids for the night so he and Deku could paint all three bedrooms. He was eternally fucking grateful for that. He would have never been able to get it done had Etsuki been trying to 'help' all evening.
He and Deku finished painting, demolished two supreme pizzas, and were now laying on the floor of the living room. And considering it was the first time the pair of them had been alone since prior to Etsuki's kidnapping... Well, it was needless to say that Katsuki had plans.
"Kacchan," Deku groaned into the space above them.
"Huh?" he grunted back.
"I'm bloated."
"Damn. Guess you don't want dessert," he said with a smirk.
"Kacchan! I can't."
"You sure?" Katsuki asked with a quirked brow.
Deku groaned, slinging an arm over his eyes in defeat. When it came to sweets, it really didn't take much to convince Deku. Not that Katsuki had any sweets...
"What did you have in mind?" Deku asked. "Cause if it's not chocolate, then I don't think it'll fit."
"My ass."
Before Katsuki could comprehend what was happening, Deku was on top of him. He had Katsuki's wrists pinned above his head in one hand while the other grasped onto his jaw. He swallowed as a bolt of heat shot straight toward his cock. Fuck. Deku was so damn hot when he got dominant like this.
"Don't play with me, Kacchan," the greenette breathed.
"I'm not."
"You want me to eat you out?" Deku asked, his eyes glittering with lust and mischief.
Katsuki's breath hitched. That wasn't exactly what Katsuki was asking for. He more so just wanted to be fucked hard and good, but now that the offer was on the table… How could Katsuki possibly pass that up?
"Do you want to?" he asked.
Deku didn't miss a beat. "Absolutely."
He groaned as his cock pulsed beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. "Fuckin' please."
A lustful grin slid onto Deku's lips. "Get in the shower. We're gross. I'll lay some things out on our bed, and while I shower, I want you to get ready, 'kay?" he asked with a tilt of his head. Fuck. He was so damn adorable, but Katsuki knew beneath that cute exterior, Deku was an insatiable fucking beast.
He nodded. "Yes, Sir," he said.
"Good boy," he said as he released Katsuki's chin from his grasp.
The greenette stood and after one last lustful look, he was gone, heading down the hall into their bedroom. Katsuki took a few long moments to process what the fuck had just happened. He had expected Deku to be down to fuck. But he hadn't expected such eagerness. Fuck. Deku could flip a switch and go from being a cute little bunny to a fucking sex fiend. Katsuki fucking loved it.
His shower was fast. Why should he take his time to get out all of the knots from his back under the hot water when Deku could easily do the same by pampering his fucking cock? There was an easy answer. He fucking shouldn't. He got the bare necessities down. He scrubbed his body, got the residual paint off of his skin, and washed his hair. And when all was said and done, he sauntered into his shared bedroom with Deku.
The greenette sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. He squinted down at the screen as his thumb swiped through. When Katsuki walked in the door, he jumped slightly and quickly locked his phone, jamming it into the gap between his legs.
"That was quick," was all he said.
Katsuki quirked a brow at him. "Got something to hide, Deku?"
A flurry of emotions flirted across the green bean's freckled face. His lips opened and closed a few times as he fought with the words he was trying to say. He was floundering. His brain had to be working tirelessly to come up with some excuse for his sudden behavior. Katsuki could practically smell the fumes coming off of him.
"Don't overwork your damn brain, dumbass," Katsuki said dryly.
Deku huffed out a sigh. "It's a surprise," he eventually said.
Katsuki looked at him, noting his expression. His lower lip jutted out slightly in a pout. His hands fiddled with the fabric of his sweatpants. He wouldn't make eye contact with Katsuki. It was pretty sad and pathetic, just the way Deku tended to be when he was upset about something. Fuck. It was endearing. Katsuki couldn't help but adore it.
"Fine."
"I'm sorry - what?"
"Fine. Leave it as a surprise," Katsuki said. "If it'll make you happy to surprise me, then fuckin' do it or whatever."
A grin split across those freckles cheeks. That's when Katsuki decided to drop the towel around his waist. The grin on Deku's lips faltered as carnal lust clouded his viridian gaze. Deku wetted his lips with his perfect, pink tongue.
"Why do you do this to me?" Deku asked.
Katsuki smirked. "Cause I want you to fuck me, babe."
Deku stood and gracefully walked toward Katsuki. "I'll do that soon," he said as he slipped past the blond toward their bedroom door. He was about to walk out when he said, "Oh, and Katsuki?"
"Yeah?"
"Put everything on."
And then he left Katsuki alone and to his own devices. The first thing he did was look at the items Deku had left for him on the bed. They were both small and unassuming. They lay flat against the bed and were actually pretty hard to see with the lights off. He climbed on the bed and picked up one of the two circular items that lay there. The first was a collar. It was made of matte black leather and had a silver buckle clasp. Katsuki ran his thumbs over the smooth material, his cheeks heating in embarrassment. Deku wanted him to wear a collar? That was a fucking first. Katsuki wasn't exactly opposed to it. He and Deku already used some inventive names in the bedroom. It wasn't that much of a stretch for the man to lay out a collar for him.
Katsuki undid the clasp and wrapped the collar around his throat before buckling it once more. It fit comfortably around his neck. It wasn't too tight and it wasn't too loose. He figured he could handle it. The other item... Well, he wasn't too sure.
He knew - don't ask him how - what it was just based on its appearance. He didn't even need to pick it up. It was smaller than the collar - much smaller. There were two circular rings connected in the middle by a small band. It was made of soft, black silicon. Katsuki picked up the cock ring Deku set out for him and looked down at it. He didn't even know where to begin with this. He knew one ring would go around the base of his cock and the other... Katsuki swallowed. How the fuck was he supposed to get this other ring around his balls?! Fucking christ Deku had real high expectations for him. Katsuki flipped the cock ring in his hands once, twice, three times. He was about to attempt putting it on when Deku's voice sounded behind him.
"Having trouble there, Kacchan?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.
Katsuki's head whipped in his direction, his eyes wide like saucers. Color rose to his cheeks once again. "I-I don't know what the fuck to do with this fucking shit!" he yelled.
A delicate smirk rose onto Deku's lips. "Would you like help?" he asked.
His teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he turned the cock ring in his hands once more. Fuck. He needed to ask for fucking help. He hated asking for fucking help. Fucking christ. He looked Deku square in the eye, a frown forming on his lips.
"Don't say jack shit about me not bein' able to put it on, fuckin' got it?" he snarled.
"Scouts honor," Deku said as he made a small 'x' over his heart.
Katsuki snorted. Deku wasn't ever a fucking scout, but he could at least trust the fucker. He would survive the night with at least his dignity intact. He couldn't say the same about his ass.
Deku took a few strides toward their bed. Katsuki allowed himself to drink him in. Fuck. Deku was a god walking amongst men. He was all toned muscles, tanned skin, and battle scars. He was damn powerful when he fought, but when he held Katsuki, he was both firm and gentle. Deku was all that he fucking needed.
"You're fuckin' beautiful," he breathed as Deku came closer, the bed dipping under their shared weight.
"Really?" Deku asked with a cute little tilt of his head. He plucked the cock ring from Katsuki's fingers. "Because I was just thinking the exact same thing about you. I want to see more of you."
"Do you?" Katsuki asked.
Deku nodded. "Lay back and spread your legs. Give me a good view, babe."
Katsuki leaned back against the bed, allowing his muscles to relax. His legs fell open, presenting to Deku his semi-flaccid cock. Those viridian eyes redirected to it, and Katsuki watched as the greenette licked his lips. Fuck.
"You make me ravenous, Kacchan," Deku whispered as one of his hands rubbed against Katsuki's inner thigh.
The blond shivered at the touch. Deku's nimble finger skated up his thigh to the swelling mass of heat between Katsuki's legs.
"Are you sure you're okay with me using this?" Deku asked, ever the considerate one of the two of them. "If I put this on, you won't be able to cum until we take it off of you."
The greenette always worries about what Katsuki wanted. If he'd like the things they were trying. His nerd was so damn caring, and Katsuki fucking ate it up. He also noticed that Deku said 'we' instead of just 'I'. That discrepancy alone already set Katsuki at ease. It was just that assurance that if he decided that he didn't like it, Deku would stop. There was no force in this.
"Do it, freckles," Katsuki said with a smirk on his lips. "Ain't it gonna be harder to get it on once I'm hard?"
Deku raised a brow at him. "Freckles? I haven't heard that one in a while," he said with a mirthful laugh. His fingers stretched the silicon ring as he said this.
Katsuki sucked in a breath as Deku slid the ring down over his cock before allowing it to settle right at the base. It felt pleasantly tight. Not restrictive in the least, but still giving him that edge of knowing he couldn't cum unless he asked or Deku told him he could. Next, Deku put the other ring around his balls. He did so gently and with a fuck ton of care considering how sensitive that area was. And once the second ring was settled in place - again, comfortable and the perfect amount of tightness - Deku sat back on his heels to admire his handwork.
"I love these little bits of control you let me have, Kacchan," Deku said. Those bright green eyes of his were clouded over with lust.
"I love when you take control, Izuku," Katsuki replied. "Love it when you make me feel so damn good."
Deku's hands were on him once again, trailing up his thighs. But they didn't settle there. They wove their way up to his hips. And once there, Deku gripped him firmly. Before Katsuki knew what was happening, he was flipped onto his stomach. His head reeled slightly at the suddenness of the action, but fuck. He didn't care. Deku could manhandle him all he wanted. He'd take it like a fucking champ and then some.
"Ass up, babe," Deku said, giving his left cheek a gentle pat.
Katsuki complied, lifting his hips off of the mattress until his ass was as high in the air as the arch in his back would allow.
"Hold yourself open for me, Kat-su-ki," Deku sing-songed.
Katsuki's teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he obediently placed his hands on his asscheeks. It was these simple commands for Katsuki to bare himself for Deku that made hiss dick fucking run wild. His erection grew as his hands pulled apart his asscheeks. The swelling in his cock caused the ring to feel tighter around his length. It wasn't an uncomfortable sort of tightness. Rather, it was more indicative of his current situation. He knew if he had the urge to cum, he wouldn't be fucking able to. Not a chance. Not until Deku let him. It would be the best reward that he could receive. God. He wanted Deku to let him cum.
"So good for me, Kacchan," Deku praised. And Katsuki could have sworn he felt the greenette's hot breath against his entrance. "You are such a good boy when you listen so well. Good enough for me to eat."
Deku's scalding hot tongue darted out to wet Katsuki's entrance. He very nearly cried out at the shock of it, but instead he managed to keep it to a small whimper of surprise. Deku's tongue continued to lave across his entrance like molten lava pouring over his skin. With each lap, Katsuki felt the muscles in his ass attempt to tighten. And each time, Katsuki had to adjust his hold on his asscheeks to keep them open. The fact that Deku could get him to crumble so easily should have been embarrassing, but Katsuki fucking lived for it. He wanted Deku to defile him. He needed it.
"More," he breathed into the comforter on their bed. "Please."
Deku hummed against his entrance, sending a shockwave of pleasure down Katsuki's spine. "So greedy, Katsuki. Are you sure I should give you more? I'm already being so generous."
A low whine reverberated through Katsuki's chest. "Please, Izuku. I need more. Want to feel you. Want more. Please."
Deku hummed once more, causing a deep moan to echo through Katsuki. Fuck. He was so easily undone. Fucking hell. But if it was like this, so fucking sensual, then how could he not be?
"I think I can take care of you, babe," Deku whispered. "Just because you're such a good boy."
Once again, Deku's hot tongue lapped across his entrance. The tip swirled around the tight ring of muscle a few times before it dove through. Katsuki let out a gasp as Deku's tongue set to work fucking him. It wasn't deep, but yet it felt just as good as getting fucked did. There was something in the heat of it - both Deku's tongue and his warm breath fanning across his skin - that had him crumbling into bits and pieces.
And when Deku moaned against his ass, Katsuki saw colors. His balls tightened and his cock strained against the ring more blood flowed to his cock. He wanted to come, but the orgasm wasn't going to come that easily. Not with the way the rings were keeping him at bay.
Katsuki moaned loudly as Deku fucked into him. His hands held onto his hips. He wouldn't be surprised if he found hand-shaped marks there the next morning. But who the fuck cared when the pleasure was just this fucking good. Just when Katsuki though for sure he'd cum despite the rings on him, Deku stopped. Katsuki whined in protest, and at that, the green bean chuckled.
"So greedy, Kacchan," he said as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles into Katsuki's skin. "But I think I know what you want more."
"What Izu..?" he asked through pants.
"You want my cock in your ass. You want me to pound you," he said. "Don't you, Katsuki?"
Fuck. Yeah. That did sound fucking phenomenal. Katsuki nodded, his face rubbing against the bed as he did so. But that simple action didn't seem to satisfy Deku. No. The motherfucker really wanted to make him work for his damn pleasure.
"I need words, babe," he said aloud as his shaft rubbed against Katsuki's asscheek.
Katsuki groaned, which caused Deku to pull away from him.
"I won't fuck you unless you use your words like a good boy, Katsuki," Deku chided.
He pouted but instead of fighting the greenette on it, once again, Katsuki obeyed. "Want you to fuck me," he said, his voice high and filled with need. "Need you to fuck me. Please. Pound me. Need you."
His words were rambled and filled with wanton desire. He wouldn't be caught dead talking like this in public, but for Deku, he'd do fucking anything. He heard the cap of a lube bottle opening. It was followed by a familiar squirt. And then, a soft gasp of pleasure left Deku's lips. He could imagine the greenette stroking himself to lubed perfection. But he didn't want Deku to make those noises because of his goddamn hand. He wanted him to make them because he was enveloped by Katsuki's tight warmth.
"Izuku, please," he whined. "Sir. Need you to fuck me."
"Such a good boy for me," Deku whispered as the tip of his cock lined up against Katsuki's entrance.
He held his breath. This is what he wanted. It was what he needed.
Deku pressed past his tight entrance, and all the while, Katsuki moaned. It felt like pure fucking bliss. Deku filled him up until he could be filled no more. He was seated all the way to the base of his cock in Katsuki's ass. The pressure of the cock ring kept him rock hard and erect. The urge to cum but the inability to... Holy fucking shit. All of it was an aphrodisiac that Katsuki just couldn't get enough of.
"Louder, Katsuki. I want to hear you. Louder," Deku insisted.
More of Katsuki's moans rolled into the air unbridled and unfiltered. How could he deny Deku when the greenette started rolling his hips in that way that would sure find Katsuki's-
A zing of pleasure rocketed down his spine as Deku's cock rammed into his prostate. His eyes fluttered closed and a myriad of colors blanketed him. Deku seemed to be aware that he had found the sweet, sweet spot that left Katsuki a pile of puddy because he kept ramming it. His hips set a brutal pace, but Katsuki didn't want it to stop. Not when it felt so damn fucking good.
"Need you to spank me, Sir," Katsuki cried out. "Need you to. Please."
He felt Deku's pace stutter before stopping all together. A flash of fear crossed Katsuki's mind. Deku had stopped. Deku had stopped.
"Are you sure?" Deku asked quietly, hesitance in his voice.
He wondered for a brief moment if it was some sort of unknown boundary that he had crossed. He couldn't be sure. What if Deku didn't like that shit? What if he thought it was fucking weird. He and Deku hadn't ever hit one another during sex. It hadn't happened because Katsuki had asked him not to.
Oh.
Oh.
Deku hadn't stopped because he didn't like it. He had stopped because in the past Katsuki had explicitly asked him not to hit him. And now here he was asking for his ass to get spanked. Well. Fuck.
He nodded his head. "Yeah. I'm sure. I want to try hit," he said just as softly as Deku had spoken. "I-If it's too much, I'll tell you to stop, okay?"
"Okay, Kacchan," Deku said softly. But he didn't start fucking again. He stayed seated in Katsuki's ass as if waiting for something.
The blond rolled his eyes.
"Don't get all stuck in your damn head, fuckface. Fucking fuck me already," Katsuki demanded, dropping his hands away from his ass.
That seemed to kick Deku back into motion. His pace was once again relentless as he pounded into Katsuki. Brutal and perfect and everything that he needed. Or at least everything he thought he needed. It wasn't until Deku's palm came down across his asscheek for the first time with a resounding smack that Katsuki realized just what he'd been missing. He gasped into the air. The gasp was followed by a low moan that had Katsuki's eyes fluttering closed.
"Fucking more," he whispered, his fingers curling into the soft fabric of their comforter. "Again. Please."
He'd gladly reduce himself to begging if he could feel that again. That fucking amazing sensation of someone he loved bringing him a new kind of pleasure. It was a pleasure that stung, but it was also a pleasure that made his skin sing and his body ache for more.
Deku's smacks came down across his asscheeks every so often. Katsuki was sure his ass was a bright red, but he didn't give a damn. He wanted more. He craved more. He trusted Deku. He knew that he wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't take it a step too far. Katsuki allowed himself to sink into this pleasure, feeling every ounce of it. He didn't want it to stop.
But the building ache in his cock had other plans. It was throbbing in a good way that ached for release.
"I-Izuku!" Katsuki cried out.
He was surprised to hear his voice. As opposed to a spoken word, it came out as a sob. That was when he realized that tears fell down his cheeks, hot and heavy. Deku was fucking him so damn good that he'd started fucking crying.
Fuck. It wasn't worth it if he didn't fucking cry. And Deku was the only one who'd ever gotten him there. Not tears of pain or anguish. Tears of pure fucking bliss.
"You sound so fucking beautiful, Katsuki," Deku purred.
"Babe. Sir. Need to cum. Please," Katsuki sobbed.
The intensity of it all was finally getting to him. His cock ached for release. He needed it. He needed Deku to make him see all of those colors one last beautiful fucking time. He needed to find his release.
While Deku pounded his prostate relentlessly, the greenette also reached down in front of Katsuki to gently and slowly remove the cock ring. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath as the rings were carefully taken off of his cock and balls. From there, it only took a few more thrusts of Deku's hips for Katsuki to climax. White, hot cum spurted out of Katsuki's cock and onto the comforter beneath him. The sounds that came from him were like an explosion in themselves. Loud and untamed pleasure in the form of moans. He saw a brilliant rainbow of colors before his very eyes before everything went white.
"I'm cumming with you Kacchan," Deku's voice sounded above him, which was followed by Deku's own moans of pleasure.
They came together like this, connected and feeling closer to one another than Katsuki had ever felt with another person before.
And when Deku finally pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty, Katsuki's legs collapsed beneath him. He couldn't hold his body up any longer. The intensity of his orgasm had taken everything out of him. He was weak and boneless. Ready for fucking sleep.
Deku's voice whispered gentle, sweet nothings is what lulled him there. Those soft words that Katsuki knew were meant only for him.
"I love you so much, Katsuki," Deku whispered as his freckled fingers stroked their way across Katsuki's cheek in the most soothing of ways.
"I love you, too, Izuku..." Katsuki murmured back before sleep took over.
Several months later...
Summer came with a vengeance that Katsuki hadn't been expecting. It was brutally hot. The kind of hot that made his nitroglycerin sweat form twice as fast. But he was glad for it. Glad for the warmth across his skin. Glad for the warm summer breezes. Glad to get his monster children outside where their screams and laughter wouldn't bounce of the walls of the house and give him a goddamn headache.
Don't get him wrong. He loved his children. He sincerely did. But holy fuck. His cochlear's did not. Etsuki in general was loud. But fucking Katsuo? Man, when that kid was pissed off, he had a set of pipes on him. Getting them outside was really just a win-win situation.
The backyard was full of people. Not just any people. The people he and Deku were friends with and had come to care way too damn much about. Camie. Kirishima. Mina. Basically the entirety of class A, aside from Mineta of course. Even the Icy-Hot Bastard was there. Auntie Inko was even there with her husband - fucking All Might of all fucking people. He never saw that one coming. But why were all of these people here?
Because Deku had wanted to have a fucking barbeque. Katsuki didn't exactly mind having their friends around, but fuck. It was hotter than Satan's asshole outside. Why did his green-eyed, freckled fuck of a boyfriend have to pick today of all days?
"It's honestly not that bad," Deku said from beside him. They sat on the back steps of the housing, hiding in some of the scarce spots of shade that the backyard had to offer at half-past noon.
"My asscrack is sweating, Deku," Katsuki deadpanned.
"Isn't sweat supposed to be good for you?"
"When I'm geared up and can store it, yeah. But right now I'm just a walking fucking time bomb. Can't even grill, it's so damn hot."
Deku rolled his eyes playfully. "Kirishima is just fine over there."
"Fine if you wanna be poisoned," Katsuki grumbled as he forlornly looked over at his red-haired best friend.
It was true. He wanted to be over there grilling, but the excess nitroglycerin he was making 'cause of the heat could be deadly. Kirishima was fine over there flipping burgers, but it was a knock to Katsuki's pride that he couldn't fucking get in there and cook. It was his damn barbeque! He should be doing the damn cooking.
"You're just jealous, Kacchan," Deku preened.
He snorted in response. "I'm so jealous I can't see straight."
Deku gave him a playful shove, to which Katsuki used as an excuse to bounce back and lean against the freckled man. He enjoyed these little moments. These times he could just watch his kids grow older with the man he loved by his side.
Etsuki was across the yard on the swingset he and Deku had painstakingly put together the weekend before. Camie pushed her, causing delighted giggles to echo from deep within the little girl's chest. Katsuo was with the old hag. She held onto his little, chubby hands as she attempted to get him to walk with her. Katsuo's lazy butt didn't seem interested. He just wanted to eat the grasshopper that was making its way across the yard.
It was all so perfect.
"C'mon, babe," Deku said. "We need to mingle."
"Fuck mingling," Katsuki grumbled. "I'm comfy."
"You can be comfy later," Deku said with a laugh.
Before he could stop him, the greenette was on his feet, grabbing hold of Katsuki's hands. He begrudgingly allowed himself to get pulled to his feet. Deku led him across the yard to where the largest group of people were. He wanted to groan out loud, and he would have if it wouldn't have upset Deku. He really didn't want to be around such a large group of fucking people.
"Oh, I need to say thank you to everyone for coming..." Deku said absently.
"No, no you really don't-" Katsuki started to say, but Deku didn't fucking like. He never did when it came to hospitalities.
"Excuse me everyone!" he called. "Can I have your attention for a second, please?"
The conversations that went across the yard quickly died out as Deku's voice reached them. Their eyes were suddenly on Deku and, by default, Katsuki.
"I just wanted to thank everyone for coming today. It really means a lot to us to have our family and friends together after everything the last year has brought," Deku said.
Katsuki already got the feeling that this simple thanks was going to turn into a long-winded, rambling speech. Fuck. As much as he loved Izuku, the nerd really didn't know when the fuck to stop talking. Katsuki did not want to be the center of fucking attention right now.
"But, uh. That's not the point of why I asked you to come today. I really asked you to come because of Kacchan," he said.
And here Deku went putting him in the spotlight that he didn't fucking want. Katsuki offered his best attempt at a smile which was really a grimace and waved awkwardly at everyone. Fuck this shit.
"I've known Kacchan since I was four. We were best friends and then we were rivals. And now, he's my boyfriend. I love him a lot, you guys. He made me push to do better when I was at my lowest. He made me care about life. He made me realize that my life isn't complete without him."
Katsuki stared at Deku with a sort of adoration that he reserved only for him. Fuck. Deku always had these sweet things to say about Katsuki. It made him blush all the way to his ears, and he'd really prefer if others weren't around to see that blush... But Deku just being there, looking at him with those perfect, viridian eyes made the crowd around them disappear. It was just them two on the lawn.
"Which is why I don't want to live without him. I want to go into my future with him," Deku said as he lowered himself down onto one knee.
Katsuki's brain short circuited. He couldn't comprefuckinghend what the fuck was happened. Was Deku... Proposing?
"Bakugou Katsuki?" Deku asked, drawing in Katsuki's fiery gaze. "Will you marry me?"
He was fucking proposing. Holy fucking shit. Deku was fucking proposing. He was asking Katsuki to marry him. Holy fucking shit. Fucking. Fuck. He'd never imagined Deku to be the one to pop the question. Deku was dominant in the bedroom, but he'd never really taken much of the initiative in their relationship outside of that. He'd always been happy to go along with what Katsuki wanted. So, for him to pop the question now had Katsuki reeling. They were at a barbeque with their family and friends. How was this-
Katsuki's brain once again short circuited. This shit wasn't just any old fucking barbeque. Deku had planned this shit. It was their fucking engagement party. Holy fucking shit.
He stared at the greenette, lips slightly parted before he finally realized that he actually had to say something. So he put every emotion he could muster, every ounce of love into the look he gave Deku.
"Izuku, if it's you I'd be marrying, then hell fucking yes," he said.
A large grin broke out on Deku's lips. Before the greenette could say a word, however, a smaller, much more vulgar voice butted in.
"Fuck yes! I've been waiting all day!" Etsuki cried as she jumped around barefoot on the grass.
The crowd around them laughed and clapped after Etsuki's exclamation. It gave Katsuki a moment or two to process just what the fuck she'd said.
He looked at his daughter, mouth dropping open. "You knew, Etsu?"
The little girl stared at him and rolled her eyes. "Uh, yeah, Daddy. Who do you think picked out your wing? Papa had bad taste."
He looked at his daughter in a new traitorous light. She was supposed to tell him everything. He hadn't the slightest clue that this was coming, and yet she had. And she hadn't told him. Fucking devious little girl.
"I had to ask her if she would be okay if I married her Daddy," Deku finally said, looking between both Katsuki and Etsuki fondly.
A new wave of affection bloomed within Katsuki. Deku had gone as far as to ask his daughter for her permission. Deku was sincerely considering the opinions of his family even though his daughter already called him Papa. The simple fact that he had thought of it solidified it for him. Deku was the only one he'd ever be willing to marry.
Their friends and family came up to them and voiced their congratulations. Katsuki couldn't help the small smile that played at the edges of his lips throughout the rest of the afternoon. Deku wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. That in and of itself was all Katsuki really needed to feel complete. He had his family, and Deku wanted to be a part of it.
He and Deku were once more seated on the back steps of the house, leaning against one another. They'd finally been left alone for just a few minutes, and Katsuki was grateful to bask in the afterglow of their engagement. There'd be a lot of planning to do. Katsuki wouldn't mind going to the courthouse and getting this shindig on the road, but he had a feeling that Izuku would want a big wedding. And Etsuki probably wouldn't forgive him if he deprived her of her chance to be a flower girl in her Daddy's wedding. Katsuo would even be a cute ring bearer - if he didn't eat the rings on his way down the aisle.
"At least we've got kids to stand up in our wedding," Katsuki found himself saying.
Deku chuckled beside him. "I'm surprised you want a wedding."
"I figured you would, so why not?" he said. "Besides. Can you imagine Etsuki's tantrum if we told her we weren't having a ceremony?"
Deku giggled beside him. "I imagine we'd have to repaint half of the house."
"Yeah. You're not wrong. Our kids are nuts, ain't they?"
"They are, but I love them."
"So do I," Katsuki said.
"And maybe after the wedding," Deku said quietly. "Maybe there will be room for one more?"
He said the words like a question, as if he didn't know how Katsuki would react. But Katsuki already knew that answer. For Deku, he'd move mountains. What more was having one additional kid.
"We'd have a get a surrogate," Katsuki said.
He watched as Deku's eyes lit up with delight. "Really? You mean it?"
"Yeah. 'Course I do."
"Ochako said she'd do it," Deku said. "Be a surrogate, I mean."
Katsuki raised a brow at him. "You asked her?"
Deku blushed and looked away sheepishly. "I asked her if she would when I told her I was going to propose."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Of course you did," he said. "It would have to be yours, though. I've already got two mini-mes. We need a little more green in our house."
Deku blinked owlishly at him, a worried expression clouding his features. "But Kacchan... What if the baby came out quirkless? I mean, I only got One for All because of All Might. Without him, I wouldn't be who I am. The baby could be like me and-"
Katsuki placed his hand over Deku's mouth gently. "I don't give a damn how that baby comes out so long as it's healthy and it's yours. Let's just plant that shit and let it grow."
A/N/: I'm so sad that this has to end, but I feel as though it has come full circle. I'm really happy with how this fanfic came out. I'm so happy for all of the support I've had along the way! Your comments, your votes, your everything you guys. It's kept me going and kept me writing. But you guys made this worth it!
I really hope you enjoyed it 3 This fanfic is officially my longest I've written, and I'm just so happy to have something that I'm all around happy with. Thank you guys so much for reading.
ALSO. A big special thank you to my amazing Beta Reader. She's literally the best in the world. Her enthusiasm kept me writing and got me through so many hard patches with this fic. She couldn't be in on this chapter as much because of her own life obligations, but she's been here from the beginning. This wouldn't have happened without her. So thanks Marie! 3