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Izuku chose his victim from the few he hadn’t fucked in a while. He dropped onto Sero’s lap, throwing his arms around his neck. Sero curled his arms around his waist, eager and stirred cock already pocking Izuku’s thigh. “What would you do for me?” Izuku pouted, scratching at the back of Sero’s head. “Anything,” Sero replied immediately, gripping him tighter, a little possessive as the others’ gaze stayed on them, hungry. Izuku bit his lip, unrolling his panties in front of Sero and the others still watching. “Suck.” Sero looked down at Izuku’s skirt. It had ridden up, barely covering his cunt. “Were those the ones you were wearing?” Izuku brought the panties closer to Sero’s face, so that he could take in the wetness, and whispered in his ear. “Yes.” It was like he’d pressed a button. Sero sprung forward sucking the crotch of Izuku’s panties and moaned loud and filthy as his eyes rolled back.

It's some kind of odd twist of fate, running into Kacchan at the club right when Izuku's itching at the bit to get fucked. Thankfully, his childhood friend has grown up to be a large, commanding alpha, exactly Izuku's type. The very blueprint of it actually, despite not seeing Katsuki since they were both /five/. “I’ll tell you a secret.” Katsuki says, low, and dark in Izuku's ear. The brush of his lips make him shiver. Oh that makes so much /sense/.

- “Come with me to the karaoke bar after work.” Izuku’s pretty pink mouth drops open into a temping ‘o’, and he nervously shuffles his feet and self-soothingly rubs the edge of his skirt between his fingers. He didn’t want to disappoint Bakugou especially with such a kind offer but.. “I-I’m sixteen, Dy- K-Kacchan, sir. I don’t think I can..” “C’mon kid,” cocksure, teasing— Katsuki keeps it light, but there’s an underlying tone of command. “I’m Dynamight. I can slip ya in if I have to.”

The one where Katsuki uses patience as a sin instead of a virtue. He spends nearly a decade grooming his childhood neighbor, Izuku, impatiently waiting for the boy to finally present so Katsuki can claim him and make him his property.

Kirishima's innocently waiting for Katsuki to be ready for their work out when Izuku bangs out of the bedroom dressed in only Katsuki's t-shirt and with his needy, wet, swollen pussy on display. Izuku doesn't even catch sight of him until Katsuki has him splayed out on the counter, balls deep, and by then, who cares.

“Okay Kacchan. One,” Izuku holds up the first top, chin high, before switching it out, the second top more revealing than the last. “Or two?” And Katsuki, being the ever supportive boyfriend that he was, gestures to the top in his own hands, this one practically a thread compared to the ones Izuku had picked. “This one, baby. Show your tits more, yeah?” OR: Katsuki adores his stupid, ditzy bimbo bitch of a boyfriend so much.

“M’full,” His younger counterpart moans, “Feels full! You’re so deep, Deku-nii!” “Nn,” Deku manages with a hitch of his breath. He brings a hand down to where the outline of his cock is visible on Izuku’s stomach and he presses down. “W-wait!” Izuku suddenly cries out, eyes widening as Deku grinds his palm into his tummy and suddenly he’s cumming.

“I don’t know, Izuku,” Ochako mumbles, ducking her head. “Isn’t— isn’t Bakugou too weird? You get the feeling too, right?” The man stares at her, mouth half-open in incredulity, before he laughs and shakes his head. Kacchan? Weird? If anything, Izuku thought he was the coolest person out of everyone in his life aside from Yagi Toshinori, the dude that played All Might in his favorite comic’s live remake. “Kacchan isn’t weird, Ochako,” he dismisses her troubles with a wave of a hand. “He’s just used to showing affection like that, y’know?” OR: Katsuki’s a degenerate pervert for Izuku, and the boy’s too oblivious to do anything about it.

A villain is on the run. DynaDeku in pursuit. The villain’s quirk sends alphas feral with rut and throws omegas into a feverish heat. What does it do to Enigmas?

Izuku loved the way pearls looked against his skin. Regardless of their costume plastic, they shine cream and gold under the club lights. There was something decadent about it, something timeless and classic. Something sensual and mouthwatering. x He’s done dancing. Deku’s done dancing, he’s smiling sweetly, strutting away naked as can be, all his gorgeous freckles shining and omega curves on display under the mix of the chandelier-like stage lights and the body glitter.

Katsuki saw a crying little girl at the airport with long green curly hair, red carmine eyes and a freckled heart shape face. Katsuki was enamored by the little girl's beauty and stopped his tracks. Bewildered.

Angels who are stupid enough to get caught by a demon don't have a great future ahead of them. Actually, they don't really have a future at all. Izuku knows it very well as he walks behind a blond-haired demon, bound in obsidian and with a purplish Mark on his arm that tells the world he's been claimed.