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Shouta sighs as he unlocks his front door, his scent swirling carelessly around him in his exhaustion. This mission had been brutal, but he’d wrapped it up fairly quickly and the perpetrators are already in custody. He’s missed Eri and being home, often hates when his missions pull him to other cities for longer than a couple days. The relief he feels as he kicks his boots off on the genkan just inside the door is a tangible force, relaxing his tense limbs. 

The house is suspiciously silent and he wonders if maybe Bakugou is out while Eri is still at school. Despite knowing that the beta is busy with his own pro hero duties, Eri had refused to be left with anyone else, so Shouta had reluctantly asked him if he would be willing to house/baby sit while he was away. Surprisingly, the hero had readily agreed. At the time, Shouta had raised a brow, having never known Bakugou to easily agree to just about anything. However, the hero had stated that he was overdue for a vacation anyway and had taken the days off. Eri had been over the moon and her excitement had been palpable, easing Shouta’s fears of leaving her for this length of time. He’s been gone for almost two weeks, returning two days before his expected return date. He’ll have hell to pay in paperwork when he gets back, but is eager to have the next couple days off to recoup and spend time with Eri.

As a habit, he lets his nostrils flare as he scents the room. He can smell the happy scent of his pup and a little more of the tension leaves his body. He also detects the scent of clean laundry and…faint traces of lemon? His brows furrow when he enters the living room and his jaw nearly drops. Shouta wouldn’t say that his house is dirty, per say, but it had definitely looked lived in and well…messy…when he’d left. Now, his eyes widen at the pristine living room where all of Eri’s stuffed animals are neatly tucked into a new toy box in the corner, all of his books are put up onto the bookshelf, every surface is polished, the floor still has the lines of a thorough vacuuming, and sunlight filters through open windows that look so clean that you can’t even tell that there’s glass in them. He treads a little further into the space, suddenly feeling like he’s sullying the clean room just by breathing in it. Peeking into the kitchen over the breakfast bar, he sucks in a breath at the shining countertops, empty sinks, and polished pans all hanging from the rack above the island. He can practically see his reflection in the stainless steel surfaces of the appliances and not a single crumb dots the hardwood floor that looks so clean that a person could eat off of it. He wanders further into the adjoining hallway, resisting the urge to tip-toe over the plush carpet like one would over a clean wet floor while trying not to create footprints. 

Pure disbelief fills him when he pokes his head into Eri’s room, which is just as immaculate as the rest of the rooms. Toys are all put in their proper places, her pretty pink canopy bed is clean and made. Her little vanity is spotless and he spies a couple of new bows and headbands that he knows that he didn’t buy. There’s also some new stuffies on the bed, adding to her ever growing army. A fond smile stretches his lips, realizing that Bakugou probably spoiled her rotten. Despite his often gruff and bratty personality, he knows the beta has always had a soft spot for Eri and dotes on her. He has no doubts that Eri had the other hero completely wrapped around her little finger the entire time Shouta was gone. He really hopes that she didn’t give Bakugou any trouble. She’s always been shy and well-behaved…if a little withdrawn. Maybe some time with someone blunt and forward was good for her. If anyone can bring her out of her shell, he has a suspicion that it would be Bakugou. She adores all of Shouta’s previous students, especially the class that was a part of her rescue, but oddly she took to Bakugou the most. She’s even openly admitted that he’s her favorite, much to his other students’ everlasting disappointment. She’s always had a special bond with Bakugou that he nor anyone else could explain. The truly shocking part was watching the fiery and stubborn beta interact with her…It was as if Bakugou became a totally different person…taking to nurturing a pup like it was the most natural thing in the world. A secret part of Shouta had been jealous of their relationship, while another part started to see Bakugou differently. Shouta’s alpha had taken a particular interest that left him conflicted. 

Bakugou, even as a teenager, had always had a certain light about him. Even Shouta was not immune, but as the beta aged into adulthood…suddenly Shouta found himself looking at him in a different light. The age difference should have been enough to deter him. He’s an alpha that is unmated and nearly forty and Bakugou had been one of his previous students. Those two factors alone should have been enough to deter him from untoward thoughts, but his alpha definitely had different ideas. Bakugou has grown into adulthood well. He’s always kept his petite frame, not growing much in height since his teenage years. But his figure has filled out with curves and lithe muscle that Shouta has found himself admiring on more than one occasion. He’s particularly fond of that tiny waist that his fingers often ache to wrap around and the explosion of soft looking wheat blonde hair that he’s often secretly thought about wrapping his fist in. No, he can’t say that his thoughts regarding the blonde are platonic any longer, but he knows better than to show any of his impulses. He’s not some young knothead any more. He’s more than capable of controlling himself, plus he’s now a parent and juggling his pro hero life with teaching. He often thinks about settling down, but has resigned himself to his fate of eternal bachelorhood and parenthood.

Shouta shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he turns away from Eri’s room and makes his way further down the hall, feeling some identifiable emotion as his alpha chuffs at their clean home and whispering things about the beta that has Shouta trying to will down his arousal. A clean house should not have him thickening in his pants, but something in the domesticity of knowing that the beta must have spent days cleaning his home and taking care of his pup in the way that a mate might…well…Shouta is only a man at the end of the day. 

The bathroom is just like the rest of the house, so clean that it sparkles with fresh towels hanging from the bar instead of in a puddle on the floor. The faucets gleam and the grout of the tile floor is so white that it’s nearly blinding against the dark modern tiles. All of Eri’s hair products are neatly organized and he even spies a set of new toothbrushes. Something in his chest flutters when he sees a third toothbrush in the holder next to the sink and a third towel hung on the rack…He chastises himself, knowing that it’s only temporary, but he can’t help but think that the additions make the bathroom look more complete. He flicks off the light, trying to ebb his disappointment, knowing that soon only two toothbrushes and towels will remain after today. 

A rustle of movement pricks in his ears and has his head whipping to the last two doors in the hall. The distinguishable sound of the dryer door closing from the laundry room has him taking a step, but his feet halt the moment the door to the laundry room opens. A white basket, heaping with clean laundry, exits the room first held on a hip and attached to a familiar hand. However, the sight that follows has Aizawa’s alpha roaring and scratching to be let free. Bakugou exits the doorway, his head turned away with a pair of headphones covering his ears. His hips sway a little bit to whatever song he’s listening to, not paying any attention to Shouta who is practically drooling at the sight of bared muscular legs that are on full display under an oversized t-shirt…the same shirt that Shouta had been wearing the day that he’d left almost two weeks ago. He stares as all of his thoughts derail and blood immediately rushes south. The beta is wearing HIS shirt…and only a scant pair of tight boxers underneath. Bakugou might as well be parading in front of him nude for how Shouta’s alpha is acting. His fangs throb and leak venom in a way that they haven’t done since his young adulthood. The sight of Bakugou in his shirt, covered in his scent, is profound and Shouta struggles trying to comprehend anything past his suddenly pressing biological imperative to get the little beta on his back and shove him full of a knot. Fuck…

Shouta audibly snarls when instead of turning to face him, Bakugou turns the knob to the last door in the hall…Shouta’s bedroom… and disappears through the open door. Before Shouta is even actively aware of the impulse, he’s striding down the hall. He stops on the threshold and presses the partially open door until the whole room is visible. Typically, an alpha’s den is off limits, but he can’t even find a shred of offense as he looks over every immaculate inch of his space. Everything has been dusted. Used dishes are nowhere to be seen. Not a single article of clothing litters the floor. The bed is made so perfectly that it looks like it should be on an interior design magazine cover. And to complete the perfect image…a beautiful beta is shaking his ass while he sorts laundry into neat piles over the comforter of the bed and begins to fold them with quick and precise movements. Shouta can’t seem to take his eyes off of the firm globes that are hidden only by a thin barrier of stretchy fabric that jiggle and sway just under his shirt to some unknown beat that only Bakugou can hear. 

Shouta takes a step further into the room as if drawn closer by a magnet. His toe hits something on the floor, distracting him from the erotic sight of the beta folding laundry in his den like he belongs there. He smirks when he sees Bakugou’s duffel bag on the floor and the thought slams into him like a damn freight train…did the beta sleep in his room while he was away?...he’d assumed that Bakugou would occupy the couch during his absence. But something pleased and primal unravels in his chest at the thought of the beta sleeping in his bed…in his den…in his fucking shirt…bathed in his scent. As a beta, Bakugou has no identifiable scent, but the thought of him smothered in Shouta’s scent… Shouta leans against the doorframe just to brace himself and crosses his arms to try and contain the feral impulse to tackle his previous student to the floor and cover him in more of his scent directly from the source.

For several minutes, he just watches, heat racing over his skin and thickening his cock until it throbs and aches. His thoughts are a tornado in his mind, a cycling mix of holding Bakugou down and stuffing him full with domestic images of them scenting and laying together in the same bed at night. He knows that he’s seeing something private…a hidden side of Bakugou…the beta clearly likes his scent, his den, and his pup. He wonders if Bakugou is harboring a secret, just the same as he is. He’s afraid to make his presence known, knowing that Bakugou is most likely to be embarrassed and might shut down completely. Despite knowing that he should probably leave and call Bakugou to let him know that he’s on his way home, he hovers…He should pretend that he never saw any of this like any decent human would. But fuck, he can’t tear himself away. He wants to commit this moment to memory forever… 

“Jesus Fuck!” Bakugou shouts, yanking his headphones down around his neck and whipping to face Shouta. “You scared the absolute fuck out of me,” the beta hisses, ruby eyes fierce and holding his chest as if to settle his breaths.

Shouta blinks, but can’t help the smirk that tilts his lips up at the familiar battle stance that he taught Bakugou years ago. “You’ve been busy…” Shouta purrs while his alpha preens at finally having the beta’s attention.

Bakugou’s face suddenly floods with red and Shouta nearly laughs when the blonde tugs down on the hem of the t-shirt as if it will hide him away. He can practically feel the embarrassment radiating off of the beta. “How long have you been standing there?” Bakugou growls and Shouta can see the guards flying up. 

“A little while,” Shouta admits simply, letting his full scent flood the room, determination filling him. What the hell does he have to lose…he’s gonna test the waters. The beta is clearly interested, but he needs to know just how much. Bakugou’s nostrils flare dramatically in response to the wave of scent. He may not have a scent of his own, but Shouta hums in pleasure when he watches Bakugou’s gemstone eyes dilate and a shiver rolls over the beta’s little body as he gets a full dose of Shouta’s pheromonal emotions...Amusement, Contentment, Anticipation, and Arousal.

Shouta takes a cautious step forward, trying to gauge Bakugou’s reaction. It’s times like these that he wishes that betas had scents so that he could read Bakugou openly, but for now all he can go off of is facial expressions and body language. Luckily, his underground work has made him more perceptive than most and Bakugou has always been so expressive. So when Shouta sees some of the nervous tension leave the beta’s limbs, he smirks. A good sign…

Bakugou is still blushing wildly and Shouta wishes he could tear his own shirt from the beta’s body just to see how far the pink extends. He prowls a little closer until he’s right in front of Bakugou, who seems to be struggling to form words. Shouta chuckles in amusement. “I think this is the longest I’ve ever seen you quiet, Bakugou,” he teases, voice husky and low.

“Shut up,” Bakugou manages to mutter quietly, his lower lip puffing out in an adorable pout that makes Shouta bite his own so that he doesn’t lean down and suck on it. “Thought you said you’d be gone until Thursday,” Bakguou says gruffly, posture shifting into something defensive like he’s preparing for a lecture…or rejection. Shouta can still see the embarrassment and concern sitting right on the surface of Bakugou’s face.

“Got done early,” Shouta rumbles in explanation, looking down into those fiery eyes that immediately shift away and to the side. “The house looks better than I’ve ever seen it. Pretty sure that it’s cleaner now than it was when I moved in,” he praises and lets his scent shift into something comforting. While he finds Bakguou’s unprecedented embarrassment and shyness endearing, he doesn’t want those defenses to fly so high that he can’t climb over them. He desperately wants to explore this tension that’s zipping between them. He really needs to know why Bakugou is half naked in his den and wearing his clothes. The urge to touch him is nearly overwhelming.

Bakugou shifts nervously and twists his fingers together, looking down at the floor as if fearing judgment and Shouta finds that he hates it while his alpha urges him to fix it. “Beta, look at me…” Shouta encourages, voice barely above a growl.

Katsuki’s eyes shoot upwards, cheeks still tinted a deep pink. “Look, I know this is weird. Can we please forget this ever happened?” he mumbles, uncharacteristically quiet. Bakugou has always been so brash and prideful, that this new facet of his personality has Shouta fascinated. “I’ll just get my shit and go.”

Shouta clicks his tongue and reaches out to grip Bakugou’s jaw between his fingers. “I’d rather you stay, Bakugou.”

Bakugou’s blush intensifies and his eyes shift back and forth as if trying to read Shouta’s expression. “Little beta…you look good in my shirt,” Shouta growls, unable to keep the heat from his tone. Bakugou lets out a heavy breath as if he’d been holding it in his chest.

“You’re not mad?” Katsuki whispers, sounding so unsure of himself. They’re both swimming in uncharted waters here and Shouta is seeing whole new dimensions to the blonde that he thought he knew.

Shouta’s cock twitches in his pants. “Definitely not mad,” he assures and lets arousal and his urge to dominate swell in his scent.

Bakugou blinks, whole face widening in shock when the scent washes over him. He shudders under it and Shouta grins when the beta’s neck tilts to the side with a harsh exhale. “Shit…” Katsuki breathes out and Shouta suddenly wishes that his shirt was shorter so that he could see the effect he has on Katsuki.

“Hmmmm…” Shouta hums and leans down slowly. The moment their necks touch and oily glands rub together, the tension between them turns electric, dancing like static over Shouta’s skin and his alpha purrs at the touch. One of Katsuki’s hands strikes out and fists the front of Shouta’s shirt as if to prevent him from pulling away. Shouta smirks at the action and pulls back only far enough to press a kiss over Katsuki’s mating gland while reaching out to grip Katsuki’s waist and tugging the little beta forward. Boldly, he presses his lips firmer over the little gland that now smells like Shouta’s own scent. His alpha rumbles smugly while he boldly licks a stripe over it. The whimper that Katsuki lets out will forever live in his memory and his cock jerks violently at the sound. Sealing his mouth over the gland, he gives it a harsh suck and Katsuki sucks in a gasp, his whole body trembling in Shouta’s hold. Shouta pulls back to blow a breath over the wet sensitive skin, making Bakugou quiver harder. Shouta’s other hand grabs the other side of Katsuki’s waist to steady him. “Little beta, you’re tempting me…so if this is making you uncomfortable, I need you to tell me now,” he murmurs just next to Bakugou’s ear before nipping at the lobe.

Bakugou’s fist tightens in the front of Shouta’s shirt. “If this is another dream, I’m gonna be pissed…” the beta mumbles almost to himself.

Shouta chuckles lowly. “Do you dream about this often, Bakugou?” he asks in amusement while running his nose over the spot just under Bakugou’s ear. 

“Ugh, please don’t call me that…makes me feel like I’m in trouble, Sensei,” Bakugou mutters almost petulantly.

That earns a bark of laughter from Shouta. “Okay, little beta,” he acquiesces easily. 

“Katsuki,” Bakugou breathes out airily.

Shouta presses another kiss against the beta’s skin. “I still haven’t gotten an answer, Katsuki,” he reminds gently, enjoying the taste of Katsuki’s given name.

“Ummmm…” Katsuki hedges hesitantly.

“You can tell me, baby…” Shouta encourages and grazes his fangs over Katsuki’s gland teasingly.

“Fuck,” Katsuki grunts. “Yes…I dream about it.”

Shouta’s alpha snarls and his hands tighten over Katsuki’s waist, just breathing in the scent of Katsuki’s shampoo and enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed together. “And why were you wearing my shirt, pretty beta?” Shouta murmurs softly, pressing feather light kisses over Katsuki’s neck.

Katsuki’s head tilts just a hair further to give Shouta more room. “Like your scent…” he whimpers and Shouta’s cock leaks against the fabric of his boxers. “Always have…” The last bit has Shouta groaning in approval.

“Did you sleep in my den while I was gone, baby?” Shouta has to know. The thought of Katsuki in his bed has his fingers tightening almost bruisingly around Katsuki’s waist. It nearly makes him feral with need when his fingers brush one another from where they’ve wrapped around. Fuck…

Katsuki sucks in a shaky breath as if he’d hoped that he’d be able to keep that part a secret. “Yes, alpha,” he says meekly like he’s ashamed. Shouta’s scent flares wildly around them.

“I like that, Katsuki. Very much,” he growls. “Love seeing you in my clothes, smelling like you’re mine,” he continues, knowing that his words sound possessive and could come across creepy. He can’t find it in himself to worry about it when Katsuki lets out a low whine and presses into him tighter.

Shouta drops his hands lower to cup beneath Katsuki’s ass and lifts him up. He only takes two short steps to the bed and lowers Katsuki down over the comforter, messing up the piles of clean laundry. When he leans back, Katsuki’s eyes are half lidded and looking up at him with something molten. A little voice nags at the back of Shouta’s head saying that he’s being to forward with his ex-student, that he has no business claiming the young beta, but his alpha stomps all over that voice, silencing it as Shouta lets his eyes rove over the mussed blonde below him. 

Like this, Shouta’s shirt has ridden up on Katsuki’s hips, showing just a sliver of skin just above the elastic waistband of his boxers which are bulging with proof of Katsuki’s arousal. Any doubts about Katsuki wanting this fly out the window as his eyes narrow on the quickly forming wet patch on the flimsy fabric. “Fuck, Katsuki…” Shouta whispers, practically chomping at the bit and trying to hold himself back from absolutely devouring the small beta like he’s always fantasized about.

Katsuki’s cheeks pinken once more and his features pinch in confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asks, voice gravelly with his own arousal.

Shouta meets his gaze and smirks. “Absolutely nothing, little beta. Just admiring the view…”

Katsuki’s eyes widen for just a moment in surprise, but then something glints in his gaze letting Shouta know that the game is on and the energy between them practically sizzles. Katsuki reaches down and pinches the sides of his boxers, keeping steady eye contact as he curls upwards to pull them down over his ankles. Shouta is the first to break away and glance down where Katsuki’s pretty cock has bounced up to his belly and the tip shines with precome. Katsuki hikes the shirt hem up as if to pull it over his head, but Shouta puts a hand on his thigh and squeezes. “Leave it on, baby,” he purrs.

Katsuki gives him a knowing smile and drops the shirt, letting it rest just above his abs. Shouta grabs the other thigh with his free hand and runs them both upwards over smooth taut skin. Shouta will admit that he’s often dreamed of Katsuki…of touching him just like this. He’s always been shamed every time he’d cum in his hand, imagining the blonde beneath him. He rubs his thumbs into the indents of Katsuki’s hips, making the small beta squirm.

“Alpha,” Katsuki growls, making Shouta look up automatically.

“Hmmm?” 

“This generally works better if you take your clothes off…” Katsuki snarks playfully.

Shouta grins and releases Katsuki’s skin to rip his shirt over his head while Katsuki eyes him hungrily. Shouta knows that he’s older and has the scars dotting his skin to prove it, but he also knows that he looks good for his age and has never really been shy about showing it off. His alpha is practically salivating under the beta’s attention. As he unbuckles his pants, Katsuki leans up on his elbows, eyes watching with intense focus. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Katsuki’s cock twitch in interest as he drops his pants and boxers to the floor unceremoniously…

“Shit…” Katsuki mutters breathlessly, his eyes caught on Shouta’s cock. He then clenches his eyes closed as his own cock twitches over his navel. Shouta wonders if Katsuki’s little hole is twitching as well, while simultaneously curious as to what Katsuki dreams about.

Shouta needs to touch him, needs to feel their skin brushing together. He crawls up onto the bed while gripping Katsuki’s thighs to force his legs to spread so that Shouta can crawl between them. Katsuki’s eyes crack open at the action and bites his bottom lip, looking like a goddamn sin that Shouta wants to commit over and over again. 

Shouta’s hands inch upwards, massaging the thick meat of Katsuki’s thighs until he reaches the indents of Katsuki’s hips. “Tell me about these dreams of yours, baby…” Shouta encourages. He smirks when Katsuki’s face once more turns a delicious shade of pink and he lets out a low groan in response.

He then begins mumbling and Shouta can’t help but compare him to Deku in his mind. The two might be like oil and water most days, but apparently when flustered…Katsuki has adopted the habit of rambling his thoughts too low for Shouta to hear. He lifts up on his knees and looms over the small beta, relishing how small Katsuki is beneath him. He lets his cock drag softly over Katsuki’s leaking shaft and is rewarded with another shiver and goosebumps rising over all of Katsuki’s smooth skin. Bracing his hands on either side of Katsuki’s head, he leans down close. Katsuki’s lips close together tightly at the proximity like he’d realized what he’d been doing. 

“You’ve never been afraid to tell me what you’ve wanted, baby boy…don’t start now…” Shouta assures, voice low and soothing, as he leans down and brushes his lips over Katsuki’s. The beta sighs against his lips and leans up a bit so that their lips press firmly together. The invitation is clear so Shouta surges downward, forcing Katsuki’s head back to the mattress and their lips to smash violently together. Katsuki kisses back like he too is starving, keeping up with Shouta’s aggressive and dominating movements. Shouta has never really been a tender lover and he’s getting the sneaking suspicion that despite Katsuki’s shyness, the beta is in the same boat. He hopes that Katsuki’s brash and typically vocal personality will translate to the bedroom once he eases Katsuki into feeling comfortable. When the beta opens his mouth to take a heated breath, Shouta’s tongue thrusts between parted lips to stroke over Katsuki’s, eager to taste him for the first time. At first, Katsuki hesitates but then his tongue wraps around Shouta’s and his lips close partly so that he can suck on it. Shouta’s mind instantly fills with thoughts of having Katsuki’s lips wrapped around his cock and tongue worshiping the flesh. Using one hand to support his weight, Shouta’s other hand finds its way to the soft blonde strands as Katsuki’s crown, grips them tight and yanks, forcing Katsuki tilt his head back with a groan and separating their mouths with only a thin strand of saliva connecting them. Shouta noses under Katsuki’s chin and nips over his jaw and neck. “Want to mark you up, little beta,” he warns softly, tasting over Katsuki’s salty skin.

“Fuck…please,” Katsuki mutters through heavy breaths. Shouta rears upwards, shock rolling through him as he looks over the needy looking beta below. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard the word ‘please’ fall willingly from Katsuki’s mouth before. A smug smile stretches his lips as he once more buries himself against Katsuki’s neck, latching his teeth into tender skin and sucking. A breathy whine from his little beta has his cock drooling over Katsuki’s belly. Katsuki arches up and squirms when he clamps his jaw just a little harder, determined to leave a dark mark for all the world to see. A little tang of iron coats his tongue from where his fangs pierce the top layer of skin. When he finally releases his teeth, satisfaction rolls through him at the quickly darkening and bloody bite. He licks over it possessively while Katsuki lets out a breathy moan. Muscular legs wrap around Shouta’s waist and pull him downwards while Katsuki rolls his hips upwards so that their cocks meet and press against one another. Shouta groans at the friction and clamps his teeth over another patch of skin just above Katsuki’s mating gland and sucks at it viciously while dark thoughts of sinking his fangs directly into the gland swarm him.

Katsuki bucks upwards and frots against him desperately, smearing precome over Shouta’s length with every roll of his hips. Not removing his lips from Katsuki’s skin, he retracts his teeth and slides his mouth directly over the gland. Katsuki's movements become almost frantic as he begins to lick over the oils and suck harshly at the thin skin covering the surface. One of his hands flies to Katsuki’s throat and squeezes firmly while he tortures the gland mercilessly, eager to force more delicious sounds from his little beta. Katsuki’s hands reach up to grip tightly to Shouta’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin as if to hold on for dear life as his moans fill the room.

Shouta pulls away slightly and tightens his fingers into Katsuki’s delicate flesh. “If you’re not going to tell me about your dreams, pretty beta…should I show you mine?” he growls against Katsuki’s ear.

Katsuki groans, long and deep, “Alpha…” 

Shouta’s alpha snarls, feral and hungry while he gives a harsh nip to sensitive skin. “You’re staying here tonight,” he growls.

Katsuki goes stiff beneath him at his words. “But Eri–” he starts hesitantly.

“Won’t be home for a few hours and will be overjoyed that you’re staying another night,” Shouta interrupts, whispering heated words while kissing behind Katsuki’s ears.

“She’s gonna have questions,” Katsuki argues.

“You’ve been sleeping in my room the entire time I was gone…” Shouta murmurs.

“True, but you weren’t here at the same time. She’s a smart girl…too smart sometimes. You don’t think she’ll ask about it?” Katsuki whimpers when Shouta tugs harshly at his hair. The beta is distracted by things that his alpha will handle if they come up.

“My little beta, she loves you and will just be excited that you’re spending more time here. She might have questions, but we’ll handle them as they come. She understands how relationships work and has already been asking about why I don’t have a mate. I’ll just tell her the truth in terms that a child can understand.”

Shouta leans back when Katsuki is silent below him. Katsuki’s eyes are far away, brow furrowed as if deep in thought. His eyes then meet Shouta’s… “Sensei, I don’t think she’s old enough for that conversation.”

Shouta blinks at him, but then chuckles when he realizes what Katsuki means. “I don’t mean about sex, Katsuki. I meant as to why you’re suddenly spending more time over here with us.”

Katsuki’s brow raises. “And why would that be? Figured you might want to keep this just between us.”

Realization dawns in Shouta’s mind. Oh…Katsuki thinks that Shouta is just talking about sex. He hasn’t given Katsuki any indication that this is so much more than that. Now that he has the little beta in his clutches, willing and wanton, Shouta feels greedy. He wants everything with Katsuki. He mulls it over for a few moments, trying to come up with an explanation that won’t scare the beta off. He just has to hope that being blunt and forward will work in his favor. He already knows that the beta wants more…Katsuki wouldn’t have gone out of his way for just anyone and practically nested in their home. He wouldn’t have worn Shouta’s shirt and scent if he didn’t have some sort of hope for connection. He wouldn’t have jumped to care for Shouta’s pup if he wasn’t already invested in their little pack. In Shouta’s mind, the beta has expressed his desires clearly and practically courted Shouta’s alpha… and now Shouta’s alpha will accept no other. Katsuki is his, Shouta just needs to prove it.

“Katsuki,” Shouta says firmly and Katsuki’s eyes narrow in attention. “I don’t think I’ve made myself clear. This isn’t just about sex. This isn’t a one-sided attraction or some sort of appreciation fuck… You cared for my pup, cleaned my home, wore my scented shirt and slept in my den, little beta. That makes you mine…and I’m planning to have you here in my home and in my bed as often as possible.”

Katsuki’s eyes widen in shock. His lips part as if he means to say something, but then his mouth closes with an audible click of teeth. Shouta leans down and presses their lips together softly in reassurance. Katsuki trembles beneath him and reaches up to loop his arms around Shouta’s neck to pull him down, pressing them closer together until Shouta’s weight rests over him. 

“Thought I was one of your problem children,” Katsuki mutters when they separate. Shouta chuckles and strokes his fingers through Katsuki’s hair.

“Oh, you’re still a problem, little beta…a problem for my self-control,” Shouta teases lightly and noses under Katsuki’s jaw. 

Katsuki gives a pleased hum in response and loosens his arms over Shouta’s neck. “Self-control is overrated, sensei,” he purrs in a tone that has Shouta’s cock twitching where it’s trapped between them. Katsuki shifts one of his arms underneath them and wiggles it between them until his fingers close over Shouta’s firm and aching length. Shouta groans when Katsuki rolls his palm up over the tip, smearing it in the copious precome dripping from the slit and slowly strokes Shouta’s cock with a firm grip. Shouta’s alpha snarls when Katsuki’s fingertips barely touch around his girth and his palm only spans less than half of his length. The way they’re laying Shouta’s tip nearly reaches Katsuki’s belly button. Katsuki’s own cock is about average for a beta, but next to Shouta’s it appears tiny and delicate. All of Katsuki seems petite in comparison as Shouta cages him underneath. 

Shouta rises a little on his knees and lifts himself up off of Katsuki’s chest to give the beta more room between them. Katsuki smirks up mischievously, giving Shouta another long firm stroke, making him groan from the feel of Katsuki’s quirk-calloused palm over his heated flesh. Shouta aches to rut forward into that palm, thoughts conjuring images of fucking into Katsuki until the beta screams. Katsuki’s hand feels good, but his alpha is nearly feral with the idea that Katsuki is finally in his bed and beneath them, can’t understand why they aren’t fucking the little beta’s hole open and breeding him full. When Shouta looks down, trying to keep himself under control so that he doesn’t scare Katsuki off, he sees Katsuki’s little smirk like he knows exactly what he’s doing while he strokes Shouta with measured slow pumps. The little brat is doing it on purpose…

Shouta gives a smirk of his own, meeting those impish ruby eyes. “You’re testing me, pretty boy…” Shouta rumbles.

Katsuki just shrugs a shoulder, “And you’re still holding back…” he challenges, eyes squinted like he does right before a battle. “You said you were going to show me what you dream about, alpha. Does tender and sweet do it for you?...If so, I’m probably the wrong beta to be in your bed.”

“No, little beta,” Shouta snarls, alpha completely unleashed and unhinged. He leans down close, his stubble brushing over Katsuki’s cheek until his lips are right next to the beta’s ear. “I dream about tying you to the bed, opening that sweet little hole, and fucking you so full of cum that it will pour out of you when I make you gape from my knot. I dream about fucking you so hard that you can’t walk for days. I dream about making that little cock squirt until your balls run dry while I breed you so full that you bulge,” he whispers fiercely. He pauses when Katsuki’s steady strokes stop and the beta sucks in a sharp breath. Shouta growls against his ear and grabs Katsuki’s hair to yank his head to the side so he can lick over his mating gland. “I dream about sinking my teeth into this sweet spot right here,” he murmurs between licking the tender skin. He grazes his fangs heavily over the surface while Katsuki trembles beneath him. “Little beta, you fucking belong in my bed…even if I have to chain you to it.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki swears and pulls his hand away from Shouta’s cock, only to roll his hips up to get friction against his own. “Looks like we dream about the same things, alpha,” he breathes out. 

Shouta nips the delicate spot under his fangs, both a threat and a promise, before leaning back up on his knees. He grabs under both of Katsuki’s knees and forces them to the beta’s chest. “Keep these slutty legs up and spread, beta,” he growls. 

Katsuki instantly grabs the back of his thighs while spreading them wide apart, exposing his winking little hole. Shouta stares for only a second before turning to the nightstand and pulling his lube from the drawer. Katsuki watches as he coats his fingers liberally and squirts more over Katsuki’s entrance, uncaring of the mess over his clean sheets or the completely fucked laundry beneath them. Katsuki squirms as the cool liquid pours over his hole. Shouta doesn’t hesitate to press his fingers over Katsuki’s rim and rub over the puckered skin.

As the muscle begins to soften, Shouta presses a single finger past the sucking entrance and groans at the tight heat that surrounds the digit. Katsuki’s eyes clench closed the deeper Shouta presses. He twists his finger to wet the passage once it’s fully submerged before pulling out to the tip and thrusting it back inside. Katsuki lets out a breathy grunt as Shouta starts slowly pumping in and out. “Gonna have to get you a nice thick plug, keep this cunt nice and stretched for me,” Shouta muses out loud.

Katsuki’s insides clench down over his finger, making Shouta grin a mean smile. “Would you like that, baby? Keep you nice and stuffed all the time…could just keep pumping you full of your alpha’s cum and then plug you up nice and tight so you can keep it warm,” Shouta coos as he adds another finger. He isn’t sure if Katsuki moans at his words or the added stretch, but either way, he wants more of his sounds. He wants to hear them bouncing off of his soundproof walls until he’s either rendered deaf by their volume or Katsuki’s voice gives out…he’s not picky.

Shouta is entranced watching his fingers disappear inside Katsuki’s clenching and pulsing tunnel. He spreads them apart, forcing the little rim to accommodate as he shoves in a third. Impatience is itching at him as his cock drools over his own thighs and twitches with each one of Katsuki’s groans. His alpha is pacing, eyeing their prey and chanting about breeding the little beta. Shouta curls his fingers up and Katsuki lets out a sweet cry as he brushes over the swollen gland inside him. Katsuki’s little cock jumps every time he grazes it, leaking a steady stream over Katsuki’s fair skin. 

“Alpha,” Katsuki rasps, panting heavily. 

Shouta already knows what he wants and speeds up his fingers, twisting and bending them inside while his knuckles beat against Katsuki’s asscheeks. Shouta’s cock is red and flushed, engorged with the need to be sunk into the warm hole in front of him. But Katsuki still isn’t stretched enough to take him. He plunges in a fourth finger, making Katsuki yelp. Even with four…Shouta knows it’s going to be a tight fit.

Katsuki lets out a slutty whine as Shouta works him hard and fast. “Such a slutty little hole, baby. Just sucking on my fingers, begging me for more. Gonna stretch this little cunt out, make it all sloppy with my cock and knot. Is that what you need, little beta?” Shouta goads, curling his fingers harder to pummel against Katsuki’s prostate.

Katsuki’s eyes roll up while his hole clenches down tightly over Shouta’s thrusting fingers, a guttural moan filling the air while his fingers are pressing bruises into his own thighs. His legs begin to tremble, the longer Shouta drills inside him. “Is my pretty little beta gonna cum?” he goads.

Katsuki is biting that plump bottom lip again, eyes still rolled up, looking like any alpha’s wet dream while his loosened little hole makes wet squelching sounds. The beta already looks debauched, but Shouta wants more. He wants to see Katsuki come completely undone, wants to see his face as he cums his fucking brains out before Shouta flips him over and plows that little hole properly. “Just like quirk training, pretty beta…” he growls. “You’re gonna take everything I give you until this little fuckhole is trained to take my cock at any time. You’ve always been my best student…now show me how good you are… Cum for me, beta .”

He watches his command slam over the beta. Generally, commands are reserved for omegas, but betas are not immune to their effects and Shouta’s alpha demands instant obedience. Katsuki’s legs shake almost violently as he curls upwards with a cry, his hole spasming wildly around Shouta’s fingers as he pegs the beta’s sweet spot with ruthless efficiency. Katsuki is fucking stunning as he cums, little cock bobbing as thick white spend gushes from him in spurts to cover his belly. Shouta slows his thrusting fingers, keeping them buried and stroking heavily over Katsuki’s gland, milking it for all of his release and making the blonde quiver and groan.

“Good boy,” Shouta praises heavily, using his other hand to stroke soothingly over Katsuki’s thigh as he pulls his fingers from Katsuki’s puffy rim while the beta heaves harsh breaths with his head tilted back against the sheets. Katsuki releases his legs, but before he even gets halfway, Shouta grips his ankles and uses his strength to forcefully roll Katsuki to his stomach. The beta lets out a surprised yelp and Shouta is on him in seconds, forcing Katsuki’s legs together and straddling his thighs. He leans over Katsuki and grabs the back of his neck, keeping the beta’s face pinned to the side on the mattress as he sucks harshly over his mating gland, making Katsuki squirm and whine. Shouta dips his hips to rut his cock through Katsuki’s slick crack and over his waiting hole, letting the excess lube slick his length.

“My perfect little beta…” Shouta coos softly against Katsuki’s skin while teasing the beta’s hole. “Such a good boy, cumming and screaming for me,” he purrs and shifts his hold on Katsuki’s neck so that he can lean down and kiss over the blonde’s swollen and bitten lips. Katsuki eagerly twists his face up to meet him and Shouta groans when their tongues collide. Katsuki sucks in a harsh breath when Shouta’s tip catches on his loosened rim. Katsuki’s hips try to buck upward under Shouta’s weight as if to coax the cock into sinking inside, making Shouta smile into their kiss. He pulls away slightly, their breaths still mingling in the humid space between them. “Is my slutty baby feeling needy?”

A breathy whimper gusts over Shouta’s lips. He reaches between them to hold his cock steady and presses just the tip past Katsuki’s resistance. Katsuki wiggles helplessly, warm breaths increasing over Shouta’s lips making them tingle. “Tell me what you want, Katsuki… I’ll give you anything,” he murmurs and pecks another light kiss over Katsuki’s slightly parted lips.

Dilated ruby eyes open and meet Shouta’s stare. “Fuck me, Shouta,” Katsuki whispers. “Fuck me like you own me.”

Shouta’s alpha roars in approval as Shouta drops his hips and sinks inside pulsing heat. Tight wet walls drag over his shaft as he carves his way through them. Katsuki lets out an animalistic sound that Shouta swallows as he seals their lips together once more. The beta begins to struggle beneath him as he nears the halfway point, but Shouta just tightens his grip on Katsuki’s neck and tightens his knees to keep Katsuki’s legs pinned tightly together.

“You’re fucking mine, Katsuki. This little cumhole is going to take everything I give it,” he snarls and plunges the rest of his cock in one brutal thrust. A squeal echoes in the air as Shouta’s cock settles deep, his hips flush to firm rounded cheeks. “There we go, baby… nice and full,” Shouta taunts as he soaks in the feeling of pulsing walls sucking him in.

“Shit,” Katsuki hisses through a clenched jaw while he struggles to adjust. Shouta squeezes the back of his neck briefly and pecks a quick kiss over his lips before leaning up onto his knees, careful to keep his cock impaled deep in Katsuki’s guts.

As Katsuki’s walls begin to relax, Shouta drags his cock slowly back to the tip and rocks back inside, teasingly lulling Katsuki into a false sense of security. He grips Katsuki’s hips tightly and repeats the motion a couple of times, letting Katsuki get used to the sensation, while the beta lets out breathy wheezes every time he’s filled as if the air is being forcefully evacuated from his lungs each time Shouta shoves inside. 

“Alphaaaaa…” Katsuki moans, but the sound is cut off when Shouta rams inside him so hard that he jolts up the mattress with a squeal. The sound is still ringing in the alpha’s ears as he pulls back and does it again. His balls feel swollen and aching as he begins fucking hard and fast into Katsuki’s addictively tight heat. He could easily live buried inside of Katsuki, already imagining all of the positions and places he could defile the blonde’s little body in. He hopes Katsuki is ready to live by the gauntlet he’s set up by the words ‘fuck me like you own me.’ Shouta’s alpha takes the words as gospel and refuses to disappoint as he drills down into Katsuki mercilessly to the soundtrack of wet slick sounds and warbled cries. 

Katuki’s nails rake over the silky bedding beneath them, looking for anything to brace himself against the onslaught, but can’t seem to get purchase as he’s slowly forced up the bed with each punishing thrust. Split decision made, Shouta forces his knees between Katsuki’s clenched legs and spreads them wide. He needs to fuck deeper. He yanks his cock suddenly from Katsuki’s hole with a growl and grabs Katsuki’s hips to lift them upwards. Katsuki scrambles for a moment before pulling his knees under him, the shirt covering his back riding upwards to just under his armpits as his ass is elevated, back forced into a lewd arch, while his face and chest remains flat against the mattress. His little cock hangs heavy and full between his legs and Shouta grabs it to give it a few firm pulls before poising himself back at Katsuki’s now gaping entrance. Shouta grips Katsuki’s cheeks and spreads them wide to watch as he crams his cock back inside, the new position giving him better leverage to bully his cock further now that he’s not impeded by Katsuki’s clenched cheeks. Like this, their size difference is stark as he begins fucking into Katsuki like a rut toy he aims to break. His hands find their way around a tiny waist and he startles when his fingertips brush over something unexpected. He pulls his cock out just enough to test his theory and his alpha is positively smug about their discovery. Every time he drills down into Katsuki, the little beta’s taut tummy bulges outwards and Shouta groans as he presses hard over it. Katsuki squirms with a whimper as he slams himself inside while his knot begins to form. “Feel that, baby? Feel your little belly bulge outwards? Gonna fuck a fat load right in here,” Shouta promises darkly.

“Please, alpha,” Katsuki whines. “Need it.”

Shouta leans further over him, keeping one hand on his waist and the other wraps in soft blonde hair, jerking Katsuki’s face up from the mattress and forcing him to brace on his hands. Katsuki grunts at the new position and rocks his hips backwards in an effort to ease the tension on his scalp. The poor beta wails when Shouta changes the angle and he grins, knowing that he’s found it when Katsuki clenches down and shudders, his hips now slamming back to meet every one of Shouta’s thrusts. “Fuck, baby…” he grits out through clenched fangs at the added friction over his cock, making his knot swell further and beat against Katsuki’s ass.

Katsuki’s legs begin to shake and his hips begin to falter in their movements, but Shouta only pistons his harder. “I know you’re getting close, beta. Be a good boy…Let me see that little cock squirt again,” Shouta grits out and tugs harder at Katsuki’s hair, using the strands as leverage to yank Katsuki back onto his cock over and over again.

“So close,” Katsuki whimpers between harried breaths as sweat begins to dampen both of their skin. “It’s right fuckin’ there…”

Shouta’s balls tingle at the words and he flicks his hips hard to force part of his knot inside. Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath and moans. “Please. Please. Please,” Katsuki chants in a fucked out whisper. Shouta doubts that he even knows that the desperate pleading words are being said out loud.

Shouta fucks his knot in a little deeper with each thrust, his own rhythm beginning to falter. He can’t hold back for much longer as his alpha screams at him to breed the beta, mark him from the inside and fill him with cum. With a harsh yank on Katsuki’s hair and a guiding hand at his waist, Shouta pulls Katsuki upright while keeping his strokes even inside Katsuki’s velvety plush walls. He leans forward and sucks harshly over Katsuki’s gland while he fucks up into him. Katsuki tilts his head and groans, whole body trembling violently. “ Cum for your alpha ,” Shouta commands in a harsh whisper. Katsuki shudders and screams over Shouta’s lap, losing his balance as he tries to curl forward when his little cock erupts. His legs give out completely and gravity brings him down over Shouta’s knot. Shouta grunts as molten gushy walls are forced to give way and pulse erratically around him. He releases Katsuki’s hair and wraps it around his throat to keep him pinned as he ruts upwards to sink it deeper inside while Katsuki squirms and cries out. 

“Mmmm such a tight little cumdump, sucking on my knot,” Shouta snarls against Katsuki’s ear. “Gonna breed this little cunt, baby,” Shouta warns, grinding his knot up and forcing Katsuki down the hold on his neck. Katsuki is sobbing as his orgasm tapers to an end and Shouta’s balls draw up tight at the sound. He forcefully tilts Katsuki’s head to the side and grazes his fangs over Katsuki’s swollen and slick gland, so fucking tempted. “Should just mark you now, beta. Make you mine forever. Give Eri another daddy…”

Katsuki leans into Shouta’s hand, offering his neck freely while he shivers with aftershocks. “Already yours, Shouta…” he rasps.

Those simple words catapult Shouta as his orgasm rolls through him when Katsuki clenches down hard. His vision whites out and a torrent of cum forces its way up his cock and warms his tip as he bathes Katsuki’s insides. Something between a growl and a groan forces its way out from deep in his chest while Katsuki mewls. His fangs throb and drip venom over his tongue as he sucks and licks over Katsuki’s salty skin. He already knows that he’ll mark Katsuki and make him his mate, but logically, he knows that they need to sit down as a family and discuss it so that Eri understands. He doesn’t want Katsuki to make the decision in the heat of the moment, wants to hear it from the beta’s lips when they're both sober and not riding the high of the afterglow. His alpha howls at Shouta’s lack of action, mourning the opportunity to secure a mate. But as he puts his palm to Katsuki’s bulging belly and nuzzles into his neck, he knows that Katsuki isn’t going anywhere. Katsuki’s head tilts back against Shouta’s shoulder as they sit, locked together and still breathing hard. Shouta strokes lovingly over his neck and collarbone. He wonders if Katsuki is disappointed by his restraint as the beta lets out a heavy sigh.

Shouta mouths at his neck, peppering him in reassuring kisses. “Don’t worry, baby, I meant what I said…” Shouta says softly, still stroking over Katsuki’s soft sweat-slicked skin. 

Katsuki’s face turns to look up at him. “I know, alpha. We need to talk to the pup,” he replies in a gravelly voice, raw from his screaming. Warmth fills Shouta at his soon-to-be mate’s understanding words. He didn’t understand it before, but somewhere along the way he fell for Katsuki. He belongs in their little family and Shouta’s alpha purrs in total agreement.

“Gonna talk to Eri when she gets home,” Shouta rumbles lowly, running his nose through Katsuki’s hair while his knot continues to pulse inside Katsuki, making his tummy bloat under Shouta’s hand. Katsuki shivers and groans when Shouta presses over it, making the thick liquid inside slosh. “Then I’m gonna fuck you again, stuff you with cum until you look pregnant and are dripping down your thighs,” Shouta swears, voice dropped into a low growl. Katsuki’s insides clamp down, forcing more cum to pump through his cock. “And after you’re full and begging me, I’m gonna bite this pretty neck and tie you to me permanently.”

Katsuki goes lax in his hold and lets out a shaky breath. “Gonna be a busy night, alpha. Good thing I’m on vacation,” he jokes.

“I’m calling first thing in the morning and taking mating leave. Gonna spend some quality time with my pretty beta…” Shouta purrs and kisses behind Katsuki’s ear.

Katsuki suddenly lets out a chuckle, making Shouta’s eyebrows raise in confusion at the strange response, but Katsuki doesn’t leave him in suspense for long. “The extras are never gonna believe me when I tell them…can you imagine their faces? Deku’s been telling me forever to make a move, I’m never gonna live it down that all it took was a t-shirt.”

That forces a laugh from Shouta’s chest. “I imagine that it will be quite a shock for them to find out that you want someone like me…”

Katsuki turns over his shoulder and gives him a smirk. “Oh, the extras have known that since high school. They’re just gonna be surprised that you agreed.”

Shouta’s brows raise into his hairline in surprise. His whole class had known that Katsuki wanted Shouta for years… and he never had a clue. “Little beta, no more hiding…” Shouta growls. 

“Can’t very well hide now that I’m stuck on my alpha’s knot,” Katsuki teases.

“You know what I mean,” Shouta snarks back.

“Yes, alpha,” Katsuki says through an honest to god giggle.

Just as Shouta is softening and slipping from Katsuki’s sloppy hole, they both hear the front door open and close. It’s a mad scramble as they both fly off the bed in unison, Katsuki stumbling at first with a groan. Shouta helps him upright, pulling his shirt down and helping Katsuki into his boxers before scrambling to throw his clothes back on.

“Katsu!” They both hear Eri call into the hall. They both make it to the door just as it starts to open. The moment it reveals them both, Eri’s eyes widen at the sight of Shouta and she rushes to him. “Papa!” she cries out excitedly and jumps into his waiting eyes.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets and nuzzles down into long white hair.

It’s when she leans back and suddenly looks over both of them with a critical gaze that they know that she’s suspicious. She looks at Katsuki hard for a moment and Shouta watches the pink that spreads to Katsuki’s cheeks and ears. Without saying a word, she reaches her arms out for him. He looks surprised for a moment before Shouta hands her over to him.

“How was school, princess?” he asks when she loops her arms around his neck.

“It was good,” she says simply. “You smell like papa,” she says and her nostrils flare a little bit. Shit…they didn’t have time to clean up. Suddenly, her whole face lights up and a wide smile graces her lips. She squirms almost excitedly in Katsuki’s arms. “Finally!” she shouts in glee, throwing her hands in the air.

They both stare at her in confusion, unsure of what revelation she’s just had. “What do you mean ‘finally’?” Katsuki asks her, shifting to put her down.

Her gaze bounces excitedly between them, while she bounces on the balls of her feet. “Does this mean you’re gonna live with us now?” she instead asks, looking up at Katsuki with rapt attention.

Katsuki raises a brow at her, a small smile playing at his lips. He glances up at Shouta with a told you so expression. “Would you like that, princess?” he asks genuinely. 

Shouta looks at his daughter and can practically see her acceptance and excitement shimmering around her as she practically vibrates in place. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen this much emotion from her since he first adopted her.

“YES!” she squeals and throws her arms around Katsuki’s waist. Love and absolute fondness fills Shouta, his alpha chuffing in glee at the sight of them together. 

Suddenly, Eri lets go of Katsuki and comes over to Shouta and hugs him tight while looking up at him. “Papa, I really like Katsu so you have to be nice to him or I’m going to be very sad,” she says seriously. Shouta glances up to watch Katsuki hiding a laugh behind his hand. Apparently, he’s already lost out on the favorite parent award… He smirks in mirth. “I promise to be nice,” he says, trying to keep a straight face.

“Okay, good. Love you, papa,” she says brightly and releases him. “Gonna go do my homework now…”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he responds, still in shock that he practically just got a child’s version of a shovel talk from his own daughter. 

On her way out the door, she turns over her shoulder, “Love you, Katsu,” she calls.

Katsuki practically beams and Shouta marvels at the expression that he’s never seen from the beta. “Love you too, princess. I’ll be in to help you with your homework in just a minute, okay?”
“Ooookay,” she hollers as she enters the hall.

Shouta turns to Katsuki, who’s still got a soft smile on his face. “Well, that was much easier than expected,” he murmurs quietly.

“Told you she was a smart girl,” Katsuki drawls playfully. “Although…” he continues. “We just won’t tell her that I love it when you’re a little bit mean too.”

Shouta blinks and then barks out a laugh as he steps forward into the beta’s space and leans down. “Pretty beta…you’re tempting me again,” Shouta growls and presses their lips together heatedly. Katsuki lets out a little groan as their tongues twist together naturally.

Katsuki separates their lips so that he can murmur, “Better get used to it alpha, cuz you’re stuck with me now…and I love tempting you.”