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Shouta's grip on his glass tightens as vibrations stir his gut. He manages to keep his face neutral and his voice steady as he speaks with Hizashi. This has been going on all night, his fiancé teasing him, testing his poker face in front of the whole of hero society. The crowd parts for a minute and Shouta gets a glimpse of his fiancé, perfectly tailored white iridescent suit, spotless white wings, golden halo, and devilish grin. Oh shit- he hears the glass in his hand crack slightly as his grip tightens further, the vibrations ramping up in strength and speed. He just has to hold out a little longer. The gala is almost over and then, if he's good, he'll be allowed release. The vibrations stop and Shouta quickly fixes his face, answering Hizashi's inane question with a thankfully smooth voice. He resists the urge to go to the bathroom, because that leads to the strongest and fastest vibrations, going on long enough to get close just to turn off. Once he's far enough away from the edge, it'll start again. And repeat the longer he's in there. So he's been nursing a single glass of wine all night since he figured that out, not wanting to get too drunk or drink too much. Hizashi gets his attention back and Shouta refocuses, ignoring the delicious, torturous buzzing in his gut. Izuku slips through the crowd and bows in front of Shouta, face innocent as he asks “May I have this dance?” Shouta nods, setting down his glass on a passing waitstaff's tray and taking the offered hand. His fiancé pulls him in close on the dance floor, lips tilting in a small smirk. Shouta takes deep breaths of his scent, resting his head on the taller, broader man's shoulder. He whimpers as the vibrations increase, Izuku cooing softly into his ear. “Please, angel.” Shouta begs softly. “Aww. Just a little longer, baby. You're doing so good for me. Haven't slipped up once.” Izuku coos, expertly leading the dance. Shouta whines, dancing with his partner as vibrations continue. “You look beautiful, baby. All soft and pathetic.” Izuku croons, hands tight around Shouta's waist. “Please.” He murmurs. “A few more minutes. Then we can leave.” Izuku assures him, turning up the vibrations again. Shouta's knees nearly buckle, the whine he lets out sounds more like an animal than human. Izuku chuckles as he catches him, rubbing his back soothingly. An agonizing five minutes later, the vibrations get turned down and they're walking out together. The vibrations are down to a level that keeps him horny, but is no longer torture or enough to get him to the edge. Too soon and not soon enough, they're stumbling in the door of Izuku's house, already stripping as the door closes and locks behind them. Izuku picks him up, wings flapping the glitter off of them, as he walks to the bedroom, squirming Shouta in tow. He's dumped on the bed, legs knocked apart and vibrator pulled out quickly. His plea gets caught in his throat as Izuku immediately slides in, setting a fast, harsh pace. Shouta whines, whimpers, and sobs his way to the first completed orgasm of the night. He's going to be so sore in the morning.

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  Izuku walks the dark streets, still in full costume, fearless and aware of his follower. Or followers. He isn't sure, but he believes it’s his stalker duo. He thinks they're a duo anyway. He might just have two separate stalkers. He doesn't think so though, they seem to take shifts in watching him. He's coming home from a costume party, in an admittedly sexy costume, and the eyes that have been on him all night are getting him a little hot under the collar. He managed to get a glimpse of one, long golden blonde hair. It admittedly relaxed him, he was expecting, dreading, ash blonde. He wonders why he wasn’t able to see the others hair color which made him believe that it’s black because of that. He sighs, feeling the eyes get closer. He isn't worried. All they do is watch. They've been watching for months. Sure, at first he was paranoid and terrified, thinking it was someone from his past. But he's seen green eyes, golden hair, glowing gold eyes, and shadowy hair. Both seem to be older men. He doesn't recognize them and there isn't a hit on him out at the moment so he's not particularly worried.

  Especially with the presents they did leave, most of them stuff he needed in the moment, or for his sexual needs. Occasionally, they'd even drop off case files. He's a bit concerned about how they got them, but won't look a gift horse in the mouth. Izuku hums, scrolling on his phone, considering ordering takeout when he hears it. A dull thud. Feet hitting the ground. …They've never done that. They've always stuck to rooftops. He freezes, listening. A second pair of feet hit the ground, slightly louder. Aw hell no. He fucking bolts, running and hearing them chase after him. Feet pound the pavement as he takes carry turns, an active map turning in his head, navigating the city. He needs to get back to his apartment. It's safe there. …Maybe. Safer at least. He's not armed tonight. All his weapons are at home. He realizes that they’re herding him, directly to his door. Shit. Alright plan b. He takes a fast turn, hearing a displeased hiss and reroutes to the nearest police station. The blonde drops in front of him, cutting off that attempt.

  He backpedals, running smack into a hard chest. Arms try to close around him, but he abruptly drops and rolls, quickly getting up and taking another route. If they think it'll be that easy, clearly they haven't been watching closely enough. Or they have because Fuck they knew he would try that. A red feather comes and distracts him long enough to be tackled. Shitshitshit- he snarls, kicking and biting and fighting with everything he has. “Calm down” the blonde hisses, pinning him. “No. Fuck you” Izuku snarls, drawing blood. “That's the plan, if you'd just- oof!” A kick lands directly on the blondes’ chest, knocking the wind out of him. He squirms trying to get out of the vice grip of blondie’s hands, though he temporarily forgot about the ravenette, because a handkerchief forces its way over his face smelling sweet, and like lavender. Shit he’s in it really bad. He recognizes Midnight's quirk, and realizes the red feather is from a certain red winged bastard. He's dealing with heros. Fuckfuckfuck- he tries not to breathe in the scent but the ravenette sighs and punches him, light enough to not actually damage him, but hard enough that he instinctively sucks in a breath. His eyes immediately droop and he fights the bone deep exhaustion, the pull of sleep. Nononono- “Sleep” Comes a deep, smooth voice. He- recognizes that- Hitoshi? His best friend? He tries to fight, but succumbs.

  Shouta groans, lifting the light man into his arms. “Thanks for the help.” “No problem, Uncle Sho.” Hitoshi chirps. “Yeah, didn't have anything better to do tonight anyway.” Says Hawks, with an easy grin. Hitoshi pouts, “Damn. And here I thought I was good.” Hawks panics, “No! I meant- you are I just-” Hitoshi snickers, climbing into his arms, “Take me home, and make I'll let you-” they're gone with a powerful flap of wings. Shouta rolls his eyes, he doesn't know what Hitoshi sees in him, but he's glad he's happy. He helps his husband to his feet, wincing at the pull on fresh scratches and bites. Their boy is a fighter, that's for sure. Time to bring him home. Thankfully Nedzu helped with finding a good home, where Izuku will feel safe. Though he might be mad at them for kidnapping him. Something to deal with later. They climb into the car sent for them and Shouta relishes holding their boy for the first time. He sniffs into his boy’s hair, wincing at the dirt, sweat and other nasty stuff. A shower will be needed before they get him in bed. Probably a meal too, he was looking up takeout when they startled him. Poor baby, they didn’t mean to. They honestly didn't expect that he'd be able to hear them, he certainly hadn't shown any sign of being able to sense them. But clearly, he has some ability.

He hits hard, and has some formal training, judging by how exactly he fought before they pinned him. Then he went feral, dropping the formal training for straight instinct. Their poor baby. Shouta croons. His own instincts acting up, he can’t wait to breed their baby. Hizashi groans, rubbing his sternum with a slightly grumpy look. Shouta raises an eyebrow at him. “...Stay away from his feet. He kicks. ….Hard. Like a bunny.” Shouta nods, understanding dawning in his head, fuck he does love a good dominace fight right before a fuck. Though Baby won’t know that’s what they’re doing, probably would end up just panicking. Eh. He'll just have a quick tussle with Hizashi if it gets too strong. They carry him into the large house, Shouta splitting off to bathe their Bunny while Hizashi cooks. Or orders out. Could be either. The shower is filled with proper brands and products for their Bunny, none of the cheap stuff he uses. Only the best for their Bunny. Shouta fills the tub with Izuku's preferred scent of bubble bath, carefully monitoring the temperature before he strips Izuku and steps in with him. His clothes can take the hit. He'd rather not cause a panic if Izuku wakes up mid bath. He groans in pleasure, the water feels so good, Bunny certainly knows what he’s doing when it comes to hot water. This is the perfect temperature for all of them.

Sore muscles relax as he starts bathing the bunny, sticking to the routine they'd taken extensive notes on. Hair last, but everything else gets rinsed, bathed, rinsed again and then moisturized before Shouta starts on his hair, he’s thankful that Hitoshi told them which hair scrubber to grab, they wanted to grab a different one, before Hitoshi rip them a new one about it. That specific hair scrubber is because of the sensory issues Izuku has. Unlike the rest of his products, which are simply what's cheapest or on sale. Shouta's careful, following every step exactly. When they get out, he dresses Izuku in a soft oversized t-shirt and some shorts that they stole from him. Shouta leaves him on the bed for a second to dry off and change. Then comes back and finishes drying Izuku's hair. The products work almost immediately, perfect ringlets instead of the usual frizzy mess. He uses a sensory friendly hair dryer courtesy of Mei Hatsume, mindful of the noise and watching for any signs the bunny is stirring. Thankfully, due to the mix of Hitoshi's command and Nemuri's quirk, he stays asleep. Which is good, because the make-up that was hiding his sleep-deprived dark circles has come off showing just how bad it is. Poor baby is really sleep-deprived, if he was asleep it wasn’t deep enough to be REM; and when he was in REM, it wasn’t for long enough. Just enough to survive the next day, but not in any way actually helpful. They knew it was bad, but they didn't know it was this bad.

He's quitting that job effective immediately and Shouta's paying a special visit to the harpy he calls a boss. A very personal visit. One where that harpy might never be seen again, not this country, not if he wants to live. He smells katsudon, spicy and rich, the good stuff. Good. Their bunny is far too thin. Smells, and sounds like Zashi is making it from scratch, and using Inko’s recipe but changing it just enough to actually suit Izuku’s taste, and not just nostalgic. Inko was the first one they… took care of. Her treatment of her son was unacceptable. And they stole her recipes while they were at it. Sold everything of hers and put the money in an account for Izuku. Nedzu was more than happy to add a couple million yen as a starting bonus for their new Analyst and Vice Principal. He'll be protected and celebrated within UA's walls, quirk or no quirk, they don't care.

Katsuki helped with quite a bit as well, where Hitoshi helped with the current stuff, Katsuki helped with the past stuff, he explained that he had to make up for his shitty attitude as a kid. His mom abused him even more if he wasn’t mean and abusive towards Izuku. She threatened to kill Masaru if he told Izuku that. He also warned that if Izuku so much as suspected Katsuki was involved, he'd bolt and they'd never find him again. So they'd been very careful with who helped them grab him. No caramel scents and Hizashi's gold hair was on display. So was Hawks's dirty blonde and bright red wings. Katsuki did help with grabbing a ton of wigs in the exact color of Hizashi’s hair so their class could help with surveilling their new VP. Izuku never seemed to suspect a thing. Now, the objective is getting him to stay instead of immediately bolting. He brings the man downstairs, setting him at the table. He watches the bunny slowly wake, nose twitching. Just like his namesake. They used Bunny as a codename when talking about him at school, home or work.

Yagi seem to be looking for him as well, and well their yandere asses are pissed that he dares to encroach on their territory hence why they grabbed him. Yagi was going to grab him from his home, so they played their parts to get him away from Yagi, and to safety. He very nearly outran them, Shouta's honestly impressed. He’s just glad they got him before Yagi and his gang did, they wouldn’t have if they did have a mole in the group. More like moles. Neito and Kan will be taken care of. Neito will be given leniency, he didn't have a choice. Kan on the other hand… well, his death will not be quick. Neito actually was the reason why their moles got the info needed, otherwise their Bunny would be lost to the underground dark heros. Like Endeavor or Yagi. Thank Kami Neito got the courage to switch sides and warn them. Shouta coos as eyes flutter, Izuku fighting to wake up. Finally, finally, they're graced with foggy emerald eyes. Shouta grins, “Hi bunny.”   Hizashi coos “Welcome home.”

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Izuku blinks, brain booting up. He stares at the familiar men, confused and groggy. What…. Happened? He's clean, no longer in his costume. He doesn't recognize- oh shit. Right. The chair clatters to the ground as he tries to run, only to be caught and put back in his chair. “Easy. It's okay. We're not gonna hurt you.” The ravenette murmurs. Ravenette pets his curls, crooning at him, Izuku sniffles, he had been really good at not being a crybaby anymore; but it’s really hard when he’s terrified. “Please let me go?” he whimpers, as the golden blonde comes out with his favorite meal. “Aww bunny, why are you crying?” He then turns to the Ravenette and scolds him for not explaining to Izuku what’s going on. “Come on, sweetheart. You know us. Look closely.” Izuku sniffs, wiping his eyes. He squints at the two men, analyzing them. For starters, they're definitely his two stalkers. But… from what he reads, they’re heros but the good kind of dark. Not like All Might or Endeavor. He whines, flushing, their heated gaze doesn’t help his growing problem.

  The blonde smiles gently and- wait. He recognizes that mustache. No fucking way. That’s Present Mic, one of the good heros, that means- …the Ravenette is Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead, one of the best underground heros. He slowly looks at Shouta, eyes widen in realization. His childhood crushes kidnapped him, oh shit. Wait. That means Nedzu is definitely in on it. He feels the flush rise in his cheeks, slowly reddening his face. The blonde grins and sets a steaming bowl in front of him. “Eat up. You'll need energy for after.” He says with a wink. Izuku squeaks, flushing brighter red. Shouta huffs, accepting his own plate of the same thing, but kisses the blonde in thanks. Izuku looks away to give them privacy only to get a laugh and lips pressed to his instead. His eyes widen, kissing back as the ravenette takes his sweet time. He finally pulls back when Izuku moans sweetly into his mouth. The man smirks and rumbles a soft “Eat.” Izuku nods dumbly and does as he's told, mind blank until about two bites in. He looks adorably confused, crying soft tears.

  “How?” He whispers to them. Shouta looks away. “We… might have taken care of a few… problems. And plan on some more in the future.” Izuku blinks, connecting his mother’s disappearance and how all her things disappeared with her, including her recipes. He nods, “Is she-?” Both men nod. “Good. ….You're a good cook.” Mic brightens. “Thank you, baby. Mama taught me, and would make me throw it out and try again if I made it inedible or messed up. So I got good, quick. I try not to waste food anymore. That doesn’t matter right now, Eat up baby.” Izuku nods, remembering what the blonde had said earlier. He hopes he wasn't just reading too much into it. Though with how touchy Shouta is, he believes he isn’t, he whimpers when he feels Shouta’s finger creases his dick and pussy. Shouta chuckles, pressing a kiss to his cheek and pulling back. Izuku whines, pouting. He sees the hungry looks the two men keep aiming at him and damn it he wants- “Eat.” Izuku slams his fork down and hisses “Eat me” in frustration.

  Shouta smirks, “Later. You need energy first.” “Tease” Izuku snarls, foot thumping in frustration. “Yours.” Shouta shoots back with an amused smirk. “Be nice, Sho.” Mic scolds gently. “I'll keep him in line. Eat up, bun. We aren't kidding when we say you'll need the energy.” He says softly, patting Izuku's hand. Izuku relaxes, eating happily. The second the first full bite hits his stomach, he's scarfing. He didn't realize how hungry he was, but now the desperation sets in. “Careful.” Mic warns, forcing him to slow down. Izuku growls, guarding his bowl and threatening Mic's hand with his fork. Mic raises his hands in surrender. “I'm not gonna take it from you, but you gotta slow down. You're gonna choke. Also baby it’s hot, you’re burning your tongue.” His hands still in the surrender pose. “Don't care.” Izuku growls, flashing his teeth in warning. “I do. You're hurting yourself and that's not okay. Slow. Down. Or I’m going to put you over my knee.” Mic's voice drops, in a growly way and Izuku instantly obeys, slowing down and relaxing. He blinks, coming back up. “....Sorry.”

  “All good, baby bun. We knew we'd be dealing with some amount of feral. We expected it, we learned how you tick.” Izuku hums, eating slower. He still finishes the bowl relatively quickly, and has to stop himself from licking it clean. Both men have finished their bowls and Shouta picks him up while Mic collects dishes. “W-wait. I know your name, but not Mic's.” Izuku says as Shouta starts to carry him out. “It's Hizashi, baby. Go with Shouta, I'm right behind you, I promise.” Izuku chirps, squirming needily in Shouta's arms. Shouta chuckles, “Let me get you to the bed at least. We’ll need to get naked, and submit to Hizashi, he’s… very dominant and doesn’t take anyone not listening very well. So we'll get you all stretched out and pretty for him and- if you bite me, I'm not gonna be slow or gentle.” The man warns, eyeing the teeth dangerously close to his pec. “Later, you can mark us up; but right now, No bite.” Izuku whines but obeys, pouting as the larger man climbs the stairs. It's been so long and he just wants one or both to fuck him already.

  Shouta snickers, carefully stripping him and dropping him on the bed. Izuku watches him reach into the bedside drawer and pull out a half empty bottle of lube. The man slicks his fingers up and comes back, gently nudging his legs apart and getting thick, warm fingers inside him. Izuku whines, hips tilting into the careful stretching. The man expertly stretches him, avoiding his g-spot and prostate with practiced ease. Izuku pouts when he pulls away, both holes stretched and slick and empty. He squirms, crying and whimpering, he hates feeling empty when he’s hot and horny like he is right now. Hot hands caress his hips, “Shh. I got you. Come here, sweetheart.” Hizashi murmurs, head nudging at his pussy. “Please.” He whines. Hizashi coos, as he slowly pushes himself deeper into their baby. “Shhh. It’s ok baby. We got you. I know you’re empty and need to be filled.” Izuku holds on, spine arching at the delicious stretch. He’s shocked when he feels his ass getting filled when his pussy is filled, he thought that Shouta was going to wait to breed him. He feels Shouta's scruff tickling his neck as he presses biting kisses to his neck and shoulders. The men share a grin, then work together, tag teaming their bunny. They fuck, breed the man into stupidity, then change positions, and continue. Stuffing him full of their seed. The whole time, their bunny is a mess of chitters, chirps, purrs, all non verbal and soft. Floppy, pliant, all the brat fucked out of him. The next Monday finds UA publicly announcing their new VP. …Who looks a little… Bruised. Well fucked, belly distended. Of course they edit that out, putting several filters on him. Nedzu is amused and gives him the day off to recover. The next day, he's back to snapping at people that get too close and bossing everyone around. They get to watch Katsuki apologize and explain, the two men starting to repair their friendship. After getting his ass kicked six ways to Sunday. Izuku is a damn good VP, and an even better Analyst. They couldn't have chosen a better third.

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  Shouta sits, legs folded staring into his nervous partner's face. “A-are you sure?” He nods, and Izuku sighs, removing the blindfold. He keeps his eyes closed, clearly still scared. “Open your eyes.” Shouta murmurs. “If I do-” “Then I fall under your spell. I know. I trust you. Open your eyes. Command me. Take control of my mind. I willingly hand over control to you.” Izuku's breath hitches and slowly, his eyes open. Shouta holds his gaze steady, waiting. The most beautiful shade of green greets him and he smiles, feeling his mind get prodded. It's gone in a snap, he's shoved out of the driver's seat, still completely aware but now a passenger instead of the driver. Izuku lets out a shaky breath, clearly scared and Shouta takes the time to admire his partner's eyes. Beautiful. Stunning. Perfect. His limbs warm and his breath quickens. “S-stand.” Izuku orders, flinching when his body does so, robotically. “Kneel.” “Come closer.” With each order, Izuku clearly gets more comfortable. Good. “K-kiss me.” Shouta smirks, happily watching through his own eyes as his body leans in.

   Izuku squeaks, jumping back as the door suddenly flies open. A pissed off Hizashi shoves him back further and slaps Shouta's body. Shouta growls as he's forcefully thrust back into the driver's seat. Izuku is sobbing on the floor, terrified and apologizing over and over. “What did you do-” “Rude. I was enjoying that.” Shouta drawls, crossing the room in two strides. Hizashi freezes, looking utterly confused. “....What?” “I said, I was enjoying that. That was rude.” “...But he-” “Yes. And do you know how long it took me to convince him to? Months of work down the drain. What are you doing here anyway?” Zashi looks ashamed “I was told something entirely different than what you just said. That you had been manipulated into allowing him to hypnotize you. Fuuck I’m so sorry. Zuku, you okay? I'm so sorry. Why did I listen to her. Shit shit shit. I should've known you'd never-” Izuku whines, flinching away from Hizashi's hands. Hizashi looks like he's been punched, hands stopping and tears forming, even as he avoids Izuku's eyes. 

   “I'm so so sorry Zu. Seriously. Nem used my history to convince me that you were hurting Sho. I’m so sorry.” Izuku nods, desperately scrambling for his blindfold. “I- it's fine. I shouldn't have done it to begin with.” Shouta frowns, absolutely not. He gently wrestles the blindfold away from his partner, turning on his own quirk as he forces him to meet his eyes. “I wanted it. You did nothing wrong. I consented. I was enjoying watching and had you gone further, I would've enjoyed that too. You did nothing wrong.” Izuku's eyes dart to the side, pretty emeralds shining with budding tears. “B-but- but I'm not s-supposed to-” “Those rules are bullshit and you damn well know it. No one's mad at you. You did nothing wrong. In fact, I'd really like a repeat performance, just without the interruption.” Shouta purrs, watching a pretty blush spread across his partner's cheeks. It's the first time he's gotten to see it in full, usually half of it is blocked by the blindfold. Hizashi even coos, “So cute. Sho your baby~ he’s adorable.” Shouta grins, “Wanna see his eyes?” 

   Hizashi nods, quickly walking around. Hizashi squeals quietly, “Hi. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. …Hey Sho, got room for one more?” Shouta laughs as the flush deepens. “Absolutely. Lock the door and follow me. We'll deal with Nem later.” Hizashi scrambles to follow, having had a crush on both teens for a while. He meets Izuku's gaze fearlessly, hoping that Shouta turns off his quirk soon… he really wants to feel the full effect of both of their abilities, and sexual prowess

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  Hizashi purrs, eyes firmly fixed on the dazzling man making his rounds through the gala. “Pretty boy.” Nemuri comments, gaze heated. “Mine.” Hizashi warns. She rolls her eyes, “Possessive bastard. You're worse than Sho.” Hizashi hums, neither confirming nor denying. His mind is busy, remembering what the man had looked like the first time he met him, adrenaline high after a large fight, crystalline tears running down his face, emerald eyes shining, jaw clenched in determination. Prettiest crier Hizashi's ever seen. It has him wondering if his tears are as pretty in other settings. Has him wondering what he could do to cause those tears. Well him, Sho, and Keigo. His fucktoys love to share with him. Bet this one would look real pretty sobbing from overstimulation. Bet it would be easy to push him to it. There's no sign of tears tonight, just a professional, radiant smile he beams at everyone. Hizashi's eyes darken, annoyed. That smile should be for him and his toys only. Possession, dark and twisted, curls in his chest as he watches the enchanting man.

  He wants to spirit the man away, lock him up somewhere no one will find him. Keep him, his smile, and his tears all for himself. The wine cup in Hizashi's hand creaks as his grip tightens, eyes tracking the way the man's smile tightens slightly, as he tries to get out from under the arm that's slung over his shoulders by someone who is far too friendly. Hizashi growls subsonically, his toy shouldn’t be uncomfortable like this. Who is that anyway? Hizashi sets his glass down with a solid *thunk* and walks over. Face carefully neutral and movements smooth. The man clocks him before the person hanging off of him does. Hizashi bows, extending a hand, “May I?” The man's smile is tight but thankful as he takes Hizashi's hand. His hand is smaller than Hizashi's, fitting perfectly in it. Hizashi gently tugs him away, leaving the interloper glaring at him as he tows the man away. Hizashi looks back long enough to fix the fucker with a glare of his own, one to rival Shouta's. They pale and quickly make themself scarce. Good.

   He pulls him onto the dance floor as the band plays a sweet slow dance, and Hizashi smirks at his boy- not that he knows it yet, and starts the dance. The man follows his lead perfectly, freckles standing out beautifully under a delicate pink blush. Hizashi leans down and purrs into his ear “Doing so good for me there, pretty baby.” The blush darkens, eyes flick up to meet his shyly. Oh yeah, this one's going to be fun. He purrs, twirling the man expertly. Unbeknownst to the man, he's slowly dancing them towards the door. “What's your name, gorgeous?” “I-Izuku. Izuku Midoriya. P-pro hero Arsonal.” Comes the soft, timid answer. Izuku Yamada. Sounds perfect. Hizashi grins, “Yeah? Mine's Hizashi. Wanna scream it for me?” He delights in the blush that fully takes Izuku's face and neck. He wonders how far the blush goes. He hopes it goes down to his pretty dick, he wants to see. “I- I- uh-” “Yes or no, sweetheart?” Hizashi purrs. Izuku pauses, licking his lips. “....Yes.” Hizashi grins, scooping the man up and promptly leaving the gala. He has better things to do. 

   Besides, he promised he'd show up. He never promised to stay. Izuku squeaks, holding on tight. Hizashi gets them in a cab and rattles off his address, pressing a couple hundred yen into the driver's hands. The car starts and Hizashi doesn't waste time, pressing his lips to shell pink, cherry flavored ones. He purrs as Izuku leans into it, arms snaking around Hizashi's neck. Hizashi hums, wiggling one hand into Izuku's pants, past his underwear and- Izuku gasps, hips tilting into Hizashi's hand, a soft whine and the first, barest hint of tears in his eyes. Hizashi grins, he does try to keep it from getting too dark, as he keeps jerking his boy’s dick in the dark, kissing the breath out of him. He can't wait to get this suit off of him, see him spread out on his bed. Thankfully, the ride is quick due to the amount Hizashi paid, and Hizashi further tips the driver as he carries his boy out of the car. He sees both Shouta and Keigo's cars in the driveway and grins, kicking off his shoes in the entry way before neatly lining up Izuku's. 

  The door gets closed and locked behind him, then he starts stripping both of them. Izuku squirms in his arms, not helping in the slightest despite his attempts.  “Kei, Sho! I brought home a new man. Come meet him? Shh baby it’s ok, we all agreed to share our partners anytime we get one.” Izuku freezes, panic stopping at the explanation. He looks nervous as feet thunder down the steps. Hizashi smiles gently, aware that Izuku's probably more nervous because he's naked. Hizashi eyes the pretty little cocklet hungrily, the moonlight lights the room slightly, just barely enough to see by. Both men emerge, Shouta far quieter than Keigo. Keigo is immediately in Izuku's face, chirping excited questions. Izuku freezes, eyes going a little unfocused. “Kei, back up a bit. You're scaring him. Sho, wanna see?” Shouta hums, emerging from the shadows to tilt his head at Izuku. He seems impassive, but Hizashi, used to his best friend's micro expressions, can see the interest and heat that flares. Shouta murmurs “Cute.” Hizashi purrs, pleased. “Wanna see him cry?”

   Izuku gives him a startled look but Shouta immediately takes him up on it, following him to Hizashi's bedroom. Izuku whines, confused. “You're okay. Still up to screaming my name?” Izuku nods hesitantly, eyes firmly on Shouta. Hizashi growls, annoyed. “Hey. Eyes on me, gorgeous.” Izuku squeaks, eyes snapping back to Hizashi. “Good boy. Keep those pretty eyes on me, okay baby?” Izuku nods, nervously swallowing when Hizashi pushes his bedroom door open. Hizashi snickers, gently dropping his boy on the bed before falling to his knees and taking the pretty little cock into his mouth. He groans, his boy’s clit tastes soo good. He gives it some love before dipping down to the winking hole, purring so hard his tongue vibrates as he slips it in, making the pretty boy choke. Tears immediately spring up and Shouta makes a low, interested sound. Keigo coos, circling to sit on the floor next to Izuku's head. “So pretty, look at you.” Keigo croons. Hizashi smirks, caressing the little button inside their newest toy, tongue vibrating against it. 

  Izuku whines, fists tangling in the sheets as tears begin to fall. Big, fat tears, shining like jewels in the moonlight. His mouth opens, kiss swollen lips parting as he pants and whines. “Oh look at you. Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Shouta murmurs softly, dark eyes cataloging every reaction. Hizashi hums, pulling back long enough to line his cock up. “Ready, baby?” “Please” comes the whimpered response. He grins, pushing in slowly. Izuku whines, hands scrabbling to hold onto something. Hizashi snarls as he's taken to the hilt in one go. “Fu-uck! Sho distract him, he’s too tight. Took me all at once baby, goddamn. You're so fucking tight, shit. Sho I ain’t kidding please. I don’t want to hurt him, or Him hurt me. Our new baby's got a pretty little lightning quirk.” Shouta hums, activating his quirk, stopping the emerald sparks Izuku was putting off as well as the static in Hizashi's voice. Izuku whines, desperately tilting his hips. “Pleas- please please-” “I gotcha baby. Hang on.” Hizashi coos, starting slow but quickly working up to a fast, brutal pace that has their boy drooling and crying at the same time. Big, fat beautiful tears roll down flushed cheeks.

  “Fucking knew you'd look gorgeous cryin’ on my cock. Pretty bitch.” Hizashi snarls, pulling Izuku's hips back to meet  every thrust. “So fucking gorgeous, I bet you would look good on both of my toys’ cocks as well; especially together.” Izuku babbles broken sounds, holding on so tight Hizashi can feel his shoulders creaking. He groans, hip thrust faster, and sloppy; almost ready to come inside his toy. Izuku whimpers, tightening around him. “Pl's” He slurs, blurry eyes desperately trying to meet Hizashi's. Hizashi grins, wide and dark. He wraps a hand around the slim, pale neck, and snarls, “Cum” Izuku screams something that might've been his name as he makes an absolute mess of himself. Hizashi snarls as he also cums, knot inflating and tugging at the rim of his new favorite toy, who whines, eyes drooping. “Mine.” Hizashi growls, burying teeth in soft flesh. Izuku whimpers, voice wrecked, light flashes as his claim cements. They exist like that for a few minutes, coming down. Hizashi coos, rearranging smaller limbs to a more comfortable position as he gathers his boy to his chest.

  He stands carefully, hip stuttering as he moves. “Fuuck Baby, you’re so good. We're gonna keep you, okay?” He murmurs, Izuku nods dumbly, Shouta and Keigo moving around him, drawing a bath and getting out the first aid kit. Izuku just whines, barely there mentally. Later, cleaned and bite bandaged, laying in bed together, Shouta pressing kisses to Hizashi's shoulders while both of them watch Keigo eat their newest partner out, Hizashi finally feels complete. All his mates are there. Bred and happy together.

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  Shouta sits at the bar, annoyed that he was dragged along to the reunion. Almost all his old problem children are here, all except one. Hizashi sits next to him, eyeing Bakugo with suspicion as he cackles, a wide, mean grin on his face. The bar door opens and the very person they came here for enters with a big, bright smile. Curls bounce as he practically hops over to join the group. He's clearly put effort into his appearance, a button down royal blue shirt and a pair of slacks that hug his thighs sinfully. He looks good. Shouta watches him walk, then notices movement in the rafters. He looks up and pales, instinctively reaching for his capture weapon, but it's not there. He'd left it at home because this wasn't supposed to be- the bucket tips and Shouta tries to push Izuku out of the way, but he's too late. In seconds Izuku's covered in ink and something that smells kind of fishy. Bakugo laughs as Shouta whips his suit jacket off and covers the soaked man. Izuku stands frozen as Bakugo approaches, visibly hard, and tries to kiss him. Izuku steps back, Bakugo stumbles. “Don't make a scene, it was just a prank-”

  “No. We're done. I told you I'm not into this, instead of respecting your partner, you decided to try and trick me into it. We're done. I will be staying at my mother's. I'm splitting off our agencies and backing out of every contract we have together. Good bye Bakugo.” Izuku says coldly, face and tone icy. And it clicks in Shouta's head what this is. Humiliation. Bakugo tried to publicly force a kink onto his partner and said partner immediately broke up with him for it. “My apartment’s closer, and you can borrow Hizashi and I's clothes. Let's get you cleaned up, hm?” Shouta offers softly, ignoring the sputtering Bakugo. Izuku nods, giving him a grateful look as he steers the man outside, husband at his back. Both of them stealing their third out from under Bakugo's nose. As Bakugo stumbles out of the bar, Shouta makes sure his hand placement, body language, and expression are anything but professional. And Izuku, well, he doesn't push him away. Doesn't step back. Doesn't stop him.

   Bakugo stumbles over as Shouta opens the car door for Izuku, grabbing his shoulder. Izuku turns, eyes cold and dull, and backhands Katsuki. Hard. It knocks him to the ground and he stares up at Izuku, holding his cheek. “You wanted humiliation? There. Now you have it.” Izuku says simply before getting into the car. Shouta smirks, watching Bakugo realize the tables had been turned as he turns and sees the entire bar watching, the class is furious, as are many of the other patrons. He watches Bakugo flush with shame and rage from the side mirrors as Hizashi drives away. The smirk grows as he hears Izuku following through on his promise in the backseat, beginning the process of breaking every single contract as well as ordering a restraining order. He backs out of the apartment lease, the landlord being understanding, and calls the only other people who weren't at the reunion, Uraraka and Todoroki, asking them to grab his important stuff for him. The entire time, he's also declining calls as his phone buzzes wildly. Likely Bakugo. 

   They arrive at their house relatively quickly and Izuku hangs up the phone in favor of a shower, stepping into their bathroom with a grateful smile. Shouta helps Hizashi look for clothes that would fit him, eventually finding an old stretched out pair of pale pink sweatpants and one of Hizashi's old PHU shirts, a 3XL they only ever used for lounging since it was basically a poncho on both of them. Shouta takes the clothes to the bathroom while Hizashi fires the bed and picks up a bit. Shouta knocks, enters, setting the clothes down on the toilet. Then he leans against the counter, considering. Should he push? …Fuck it. “Need some help?” He purrs. There's a soft squeak and then, “...I don't think your husband would like that very much.” Shouta snorts, “Nah, he'd be offering the same thing. We've been wanting to get our hands on you for a while.” There's an inhale, a soft whine, and then… “....Okay.” Shouta grins, stripping in seconds. “I'm coming in now, okay?” He warns, hand on the curtain. “...Okay.” Comes the response, Zashi enters, standing in the spot Shouta just was.

  Unfortunately this shower is only big enough for two. Really should've steered him into their bathroom instead of this one, but in his defense, he didn't think he'd get this far. He opens the curtain and is met with a blushing, naked, shy, #1 hero. Shouta smirks, shutting the curtain behind him and picking the man up. “C'mere pretty. Lemme take care of you.” He murmurs. He swiftly and gently pulls him close, “So pretty, your anger, the way you put up zero of his bullshit. He’s a bully and knew it. In a relationship it should always be a two yes or one no situation. You did great love.” Izuku flushes further, looking up at him shyly. “...Thanks. I just. We'd already had two fights about it. Reminds me too much of middle school and I just can't do it.” Shouta hums, brushing a thumb over diamond shaped freckles. Shouta hums, he should look into that later, but for now he’s going to comfort their third. …And maybe fuck him later. For now though, he helps get all of the nasty stuff out of his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He gets a purr, and a head tilt, straight into his chest, he smirks, “Feels good there bunny? I’m glad you trust Hizashi and I.”

  Izuku flushes, averting his eyes and muttering something. Shouta raises an eyebrow, “What was that.” Izuku coughs, turning his head away and muttering again. Shouta frowns, grabbing his chin and making him face him. “Again.” “....I wanted you two. But… you were married and Bakugo was there and he was… well, he was better so-” Shouta chuckles in disbelief, “Better how? He forced a kink on you, I bet ignored your boundaries, and hurt you countless times. So Bunny tell me how is he better than us?” “Not better than you, better than he was before.” Izuku corrects, then mutters, “At least he wasn't hitting me or using his quirk anymore.” Shouta pauses, rage instantly swelling like a tidal wave. “What.” Izuku blinks, “...You knew. First day of training? He tried to kill me with his quirk? Tried to pull the building down on me? Then kept attacking me for literally all of first year?” “No, I was told an entirely different story by Yagi every time, and I never got to see your first heroics lesson because Yagi intervened and asked Nedzu to look at them. That’s why the second and third lesson were supposed to be with me and watching Yagi except the league attacked and Yagi was not there. If I'd known even one of those things, he'd have been thrown to the curb years ago. Would never have graduated. …Now I'm going to have to kill both of them. Maybe Nedzu too.” Shouta growls, already planning on where he'll hide the bodies.

  Izuku snorted a laugh, his shoulders shaking, though not just in laughter. Shouta smirks, that wasn’t the intention, but he’s happy the bunny is laughing right now. Better than the tears or resignation to cruelty. Though he seems to be crying from relief, instead. Oh well, Shouta kisses them away, gentle and loving. He feels and hears the shuddery breathes, he looks at Izuku in the eye. “May I kiss you? I’ve been wanting to for a very long time.” Izuku nods, leaning in. Shouta closes the distance, watching teary emerald eyes close. He cups the back of Izuku's neck, tilting his head back just a little. Izuku sighs, pressing into his space. Shouta purrs, gently tugging at the bunny's jaw. Izuku hums and opens his mouth, whining when Shouta's tongue immediately invades it, exploring the warm, wet cavern. So submissive, in a good way. Hizashi and him can’t wait to fuck this man. So adorable, he feels like he’s licking the back of the bunny’s mouth. He likes that he smells like their products, smells like them.

   He growls into Izuku’s mouth, picking the man up by the back of the legs, and moving out of the shower after turning it off. He wanders into their room, holding Izuku and kissing the breath out of him. Hizashi waits on their bed, lube and condoms set out as well as a waterproof sheet over the entire bed. Izuku squeaks when he's dropped gently on the bed, head landing in Hizashi's clothed lap. Shouta gently pins him down, hands on his shoulders and eyes on his face. “How far do you want to go, bun?” Izuku just blinks, too out of breath and horny to realize that Shouta is asking him a question. Shouta waits, “Uhhhh. Um I guess as far as you want.” Shouta groans, burying his face into Izuku’s shoulder. “You’re killing me smalls,” he mutters, “No Bun, remember what I said before that it’s everyone says yes, or a single no. What do you want? Don't worry about me.” Izuku breathes quietly and thinks, he had always dreamed of this, and he wants this.

  “I want whatever you'll give me. Anything, everything. I want it all, and I want you two to give it to me. ….And if I don't want or like something, I promise to speak up. I’ll yell "All Might” as my safe word.” They all laughed, knowing that it would be a very effective way to stop them. “Alright. Everything it is. …But, baby, that also means we get to keep you. You okay with that? You wanna be our third?” Hizashi asks softly. Izuku nods, “Please.”

   Hours later, Shouta takes a picture of Izuku, asleep on Hizashi's bare chest, sheet covering most of him, but just enough bared to make it clear he isn't clothed, and sends it to the group chat with a single word. 

      (Not)Batman: *img*

      (Not)Batman: Taken.

    He grins as the chat promptly goes nuts. He silences all three of their phones and rolls over, cuddling his partners. 

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    Shouta smiles as he shops, just a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The gold card shimmers in the light as he swipes it, getting Christmas shopping done. He crosses another person off his list, pleased at his progress. Next stop- “Shouta!” Ugh. Shouta groans as blonde, purple, and teal hair fill his vision. Lovely, they brought Joke along. Just what he needed. He hands the butler the bags, who passes them off to one of the drivers, the body guards watching closely for any sign they need to step in. “Hizashi, Nem.” He greets tiredly. “...Joke.” He mutters, that greeting colder. She pouts, “What, are you not happy to see me?” “Never.” Shouts deadpans, subtly scanning for his boyfriend. “Sho-sho! That's rude!” Nemuri scolds. “And?” Ah. There. And coming this way. Shouta growls as a feminine hand swipes the gold credit card from him, holding it up to the light. “Hey-” he starts, only to be interrupted. “I. Midoriya? Shouta did you steal the credit card of the most wealthy man in Japan?” Joke asks. Shouta bristles, “I did not steal a damn thing-”

  “Except my heart. I'll thank you to give my kitten his card back.” Shouta instantly relaxes the second that low  smooth voice comes, a large hand resting on the cape of his neck. He hums, willingly turning into the embrace, nuzzling a large biceps. Izuku chuckles, scratching his scalp gently. “Hey baby. I got you food. Did you finish your list?” Shouta pouts, “Not quite. Still two more to go. I was headed to the next store before…” Izuku hums, gesturing at his body guards, who physically remove the card from Joke's hand and give it back to Shouta. Izuku steers him away, handing over a steaming box to Shouta, who happily tucks in, ignoring his friends and unsuccessful stalker. Hizashi quickly catches up, long legs helping in the endeavor. “Shouta are you…. A sugar baby?” Shouta shrugs, “Eh. Kinda? More like he's my very successful boyfriend and really likes it when I spend his money.” Izuku hums in agreement, petting Shouta's hair. The card feels heavy in his pocket as he proceeds to spend a couple million yen, his idiots and stalker following the whole time, mouths agape. 

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  Shouta smirks, rolling down the window as the officer walks up to Vlad's car. “Sir, do you know how fast you were going- oh goddamnit Eraser.” The pretty man sighs, ignoring the terrified Mic frozen in the passenger seat. “Hey Midoriya.” Shouta purrs. “Nope.” The man's pen pauses on the ticket he was already writing as he spins around and walks back to his squad car. Shouta grins, he knew the man had memorized his license plate. Stealing Vlad's car was a good move. He unbuckles himself and gets out of the car, following the pretty officer to his squad car where he's leaning against it muttering into his radio. Shouta sneaks up behind him and gently shoves him into the backseat of the squad car, relishing in the yelp and startled flush. “God, I love a man in uniform.” He mutters, tugging the man's head up so he can kiss him. The man squeaks, but hesitantly kisses back. They make out for a few minutes, a little grinding included, before Shouta pulls back and presses a note into the man's hand. “Meet me here, mkay gorgeous?” “...Kay.” The man slurs, face bright red and eyes unfocused. Shouta whistles happily as he walks back to Vlad's car and drives off, at the appropriate speed this time. He was just trying to get the officer's attention before. He can drive properly.

  Izuku drags a hand down his face, opening the note and finding what he knows is Eraserhead's actual home address. “...Fuck me.” He mutters, fixing his appearance and wincing at the rolling body cam. Shit. He's going to get in so much trouble in the morning. Fuck it. Sure the man's been a menace for his entire career, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. He finishes his shift and heads over to the address in his regular clothes, half hoping this is an elaborate attempt to kill him. Of course, he finds the door unlocked and whines before entering carefully. He squeaks as he's grabbed and thrown over broad shoulders. The faceless shadow carries him up stairs and doesn't say anything no matter how much he pleads or bargains or threatens. His eyes widen upon the door's opening, seeing a bed prepped for fucking, waterproof sheet, lube, condoms, and a familiar scarf tied to the headboard. He whines, squirming, desperately trying to get the man to set him back on his own feet. His attempts are met with him getting dropped on the bed, large hands already stripping him as Eraser smirks down at him. He tries to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a moan when a large, warm hand palms his bare crotch. Eraser snickers meanly, leaning down to press their lips together. “Tell me no.” He demands, pulling back. “....Yes.” Izuku murmurs, terrified and turned on.

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  “-not to mention the optics-” Shouta smirks, watching Officer Midoriya try and fail to hide the marks he left as he wiggles in his chair, ass undoubtedly sore. He's smug, he can admit that much, even as the Chief of Police chews both of them out. “The optics aren't a problem. We're getting married." Shouta drawls lazily. “What!?” Izuku yelps, head snapping to him with a bright blush on his face. Shouta grins, “What, did you think I'd let you go? Nah, I caught you fair and square. You're mine now.” He murmurs, not bothering to hide the predatory grin or sharp look in his eyes. The man stutters, clearly glitching as the Chief plunks his head on his desk with a long groan. “You can't just- you cannot just poach one of my men-” “Watch me. UA could use a new security consultant.” Shouta says, picking Izuku up and tossing him over his shoulders again. Much like the night before, the officer immediately begins trying to get him to put him down, to no avail. He carries his new husband straight to UA grounds. They still need to sign the paperwork after all. 

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  Admittedly, Shouta isn't nearly as upset about his current position as he should be. Sure he's upside down, strung up and tangled in his own capture weapon, with the vigilante he's been trying to catch staring at him with a smug look in their eyes, but he recognizes the patterns currently tied across his body. Shibari. And it feels good. Really good. The vigilante smirks, leans in, and murmurs “Are you gonna be good?” Shouta grins, wide and feral, “Never. Lemme take you back to my place. Please? Got prettier ropes you can use~” He purrs, looking the vigilante up and down. Or, well, down and up he supposes, seeing as he's upside down. Pretty emeralds eyes narrow behind the snarling oni mask. “Hmm. I dunno… you have been trying to take me in.” Comes the pitchy and robotic response, voice hidden by a voice changer. Shouta snorts, “No. I was trying to bring you to Nedzu. You're smart, talented, a damn good fighter, and you just managed to trick me and wrap me in my own weapon. But that's not important right now. I want you to come back to the dorms with me, wrap me up in something prettier, and then let me fuck you.” The man eyes him consideringly, then sighs and opens his hand, dropping Shouta, who easily flips over, landing on his feet. He immediately scoops the man up in a bridal carry and takes off for UA.

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Hizashi whines as his phone rings, unable to reach out and answer it. Izuku sighs and shifts, allowing him to reach it. He answers it and presses it to his ear before resuming his position on his hands and knees, his lover's feet resting on his back. “Yello?” He murmurs, keeping his voice down as emerald eyes flick up over the fashion magazine Izuku's reading. “Hey Zash! We're in the neighborhood and we're wondering if you wanna come hang.” Nem says cheerily. “I… can't. I'm…. Uh… busy.” Hizashi says, wincing as Izuku raises an eyebrow. “Oh, we'll just come over to you then!” Fuck- “No don't-” *Click.* …Double fuck. Now his friends are gonna know- Izuku waves a hand at the door when loud knocks happen, letting his friends in. Nemuri walks into the living room and stops, staring. Hizashi blushes, shame making his body hot. “Dude. What did you do?” Nem asks as Shouta does a double take and Tensei muffles his laughter. Hizashi looks at Izuku who just raises an eyebrow at him.

  “Well? Go on, tell them.” He mutters, going back to his magazine. “I uh… I might've been flirting with someone else. I was just joking but uh, they didn't take it as that so… I'm uh, I'm kinda being punished.” Hizashi admits. Nem nods slowly, “How much time has he got left?” She asks Izuku, who hums and lazily checks his watch. “Five minutes. As long as he behaves.” “Cool if we take off with him after?” Izuku shrugs, “Sure. Should be able to walk fine, got him to wear knee pads this time. Self destructive little shit.” Izuku mutters the last part, looking annoyed for a second. Shouta and Tensei say they'll wait in the car, Nem leans against the couch, reading the magazine over Izuku's shoulder. Five agonizing minutes later, Izuku's watch beeps and he gets up, pulling Hizashi onto the couch and gently massaging feeling back into his arms and legs. He makes sure Hizashi is mentally present and has learned the lesson, gives him a loving kiss and sends him off with Nem, stumbling a bit, but corrected. He's very careful not to do anything that comes off as flirting for the entire outing. Izuku rewards him with a home cooked meal and a couple rounds of sex when he gets home, pleased with his obedience. 

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Shouta is too exhausted, he even told his husband, who looks like he’s begging Shouta to please wreck him. “Sorry, Babe. I’m just so exhausted. However if you really need me to wreck you; you are going to have to do it in my sleep. Ok babe?” His husband nods excitedly, bouncing in place. Shouta smirked, exhaustion dragging at his bones. He carefully drags his weary body over to their bed. He collapses onto it, out before his body even touches the bed. Izuku grins, evil and horny at the same time. He pulls out fluffy handcuffs, and locks Shouta’s hands to the head board; stripping his husband’s pants off. He flips his skirt up, and carefully pulls out the butt plug he’s been wearing all day. He groans long and low; “Fuck!” He whimpers, carefully crawls into their bed. He throws his leg over his husbands’ hip. He sinks slowly onto Shouta’s dick; his eyes rolling back into his head. He pants once it’s all in; his tummy bulging from it. He waits just a bit, his rim burning a little from the stretch. He drools, loving the feeling of his husband’s dick being a little too big. He starts to slowly ride, keeping Shouta’s dick deep inside him. He whimpers when it hits his prostate, eyes rolling yet again. He whines, freezing when his husband stirs, trying desperately to get that delicious feeling that his husband usually does so well without waking him. He sniffles a little; then tries again. He remembers something his husband said “Nice and Slow, then ramp up the speed.” He nods to himself, slowly riding his husband’s delicious dick. Soon, he's panting, biting his lip in an attempt to keep quiet. He whines and whimpers his way through an orgasm, then squeaks as strong arms break the cuffs and flips them over, Shouta gazing sleepily at him as his tongue cleans him up. “Mine!” Shouta growls, his hips thrusting faster now he’s awake. Izuku squeals, scrambling to hold on as his eyes cross. He orgasms again not that long after; he drunkenly thanks Shouta; who growls in his ear. “Good boy.” Izuku whines as he fills him, overstimulated and tired. Shouts cleans him up one more time and then tucks him in with himself, pulling the smaller male into his arms for a nap. Though he does accidentally penetrate his husband’s hole in his sleep, forcing him to cockwarm as they sleep. They both sigh in happiness, cuddling closer. 

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  “I have had it with your recklessness!” Shouta flinches as Izuku snarls, waving hands still covered in blood from stitching him up. He removes the gloves and throws them in the trash bag, Shouta feels dread pool in his gut. Is… Is Izuku leaving him? “Izu-” Izuku whips around and points at him, snarling “Kneel.” Shouta hits his knees instantly, whining and nuzzling Izuku's hip, clinging to a leg tightly. “Don't leave me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please-” Slender fingers card through tangled curls, “I'm not going to leave. But something's gotta change. So we're going to start with this. Your punishment is to kneel for fifteen minutes, then we're going to Granny and you are going to sit through the entire lecture silently. No attitude, no snark, and no escape attempts. Am I clear?” “Crystal.” Shouta responds, face buried in Izuku's hip, taking deep breaths of his partner's scent. Izuku doesn't step away. The whole time, he stands exactly where he is, not comforting Shouta or making the kneeling easier, but not leaving either.

  Shouta serves out his time, ignoring the ache in his knees and back, focusing entirely on Izuku's scent, and the sound of his voice, talking Shouta through it. Shouta pays no attention to his body, even as his thighs begin to shake and his knees go numb. Izuku is warm and solid against him, fingers occasionally scratching his scalp, voice clear and beautiful, telling him how much time is left. Shouta's breaths are shaky, tears that never come burning at the corners of his eyes. He turns the encounter over in his mind, finding what he did wrong, realizing how exactly he fucked up and that the edge in his partner's voice wasn't anger, but fear. He'd scared Izuku. It's then that he clocks exactly how much blood there was, and how numb the wound is. Oh. Oh shit, no wonder Izuku reacted like that. By the time fifteen minutes is over, Shouta's sobbing and apologizing profusely, tears bloody and few, but there. Izuku just holds him, petting his hair and massaging feeling back into his legs, soft, reassuring words are whispered in Shouta's ears. “‘m sorry” Shouta sobs. “I know.” Izuku replies, brushing a kiss on his forehead and holding him close.

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  Shouta's eye twitches, watching the reporter all over his clearly uncomfortable boyfriend, who has already told her to back off twice. Hizashi looks just as pissed, hands flexing and teeth grinding as Izuku expertly dances around another borderline inappropriate question. Joke, having taken a break from teasing them about their new relationship, is being held back by her girlfriend, Nem's arms around her middle as she struggles, clearly wanting to attack the reporter. The five of them had teamed up for a large takedown, but only Izuku had gotten stopped. Which at first made sense, he is the #2 hero, soon to be #1, but then the questions took a more… pointed turn. Shouta's seriously considering releasing Hizashi on the vulture when Izuku meets his limit. “Enough. I will not answer any more questions. Leave me alone, or it'll be a restraining order.” He growls, physically shaking her off and swinging away with Black Whip before she has the chance to grab him again.

   Shouta shoves his vibrating partner in the car he'd called, keeping him from pouncing on the bow pouting bitch and rattling off the address of their agency. They find Izuku, fully clothed in the shower, hyperventilating and scratching his arms, the material of his suit keeps him from hurting himself but… Shouta sighs, stripping and stepping into the shower. Izuku comes back when his hands are redirected to Shouta's shoulders, sad green eyes looking into understanding silver. “I told her I was taken, that I wasn't interested, over and over.” “I know.” Shouta murmurs as Hizashi helps undress their third. “I tried. I did.” “I know. You did so good, baby. It's not your fault she's a creep.” He murmurs, pulling the man into his arms. Izuku whines, clinging and shivering, he hadn't bothered to change the temperature, so he'd been under ice cold water for a while. They'd fixed that when they walked in, but his skin is still cold and clammy. They work together to warm him, restoring circulation and feeling to his limbs.

  Then, they get to work, sucking hickeys and biting hard enough to leave a mark. They mark their boy up, pressing biting kisses and praises into his skin, leaving marks that'll be impossible to hide. Izuku just whines and squirms, clinging tightly to Shouta, head on his shoulder. He seems to enjoy the marking, settling as they stake their claim. Soon, the exhausted man is asleep, and they dry off, redress, and carry him home. In the morning, the world will know their beautiful, perfect partner is taken. And Izuku will wear the marks proudly.

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  Izuku winces, body heating uncomfortably, he thought he had fever but- “Omega” comes an Alpha's growl, then the sound of running feet, in his direction. He takes off running, not sure what's happening, only that if he's caught, it won't end well for him. He takes crazy turns, trying to shake the two Alphas on his tail, sneezing at the strong pheromones directed at him and studiously ignoring the weird growing wetness between his legs. He ends up taking a wrong turn and runs into a dead end. The two Alphas approach slowly, confidently. He whimpers, pressing himself against the wall as the smell of rotting mint and sickly sweet chocolate fills the air around him. Since when does he have a scent!? Wait. He knows what this is. This is presentation. He's presenting as an omega, three years late. Shit. There's a loud snarl and a yellow blur drags one of the Alphas away, slamming the smaller one's head into the alley wall. The Alpha falls to the ground, unconscious.

   The larger one snarls, flaring his scent and making Izuku flinch, whining in fear. The yellow blur tackles the large Alpha slightly out of the alley and this one puts up more of a fight, the two of them roll around, snarling, blood is shed, hair is torn out, the yellow one is clearly giving all he's got, not holding back at all. Is… Is he being saved? Or is the yellow one just… getting him alone? The yellow one finally runs off the silver haired one, flaring his scent, citrus and leather. He pokes at the unconscious alpha, and upon making sure he's still out and the silver haired Alpha is still running away, he approaches Izuku, visibly making himself smaller, less threatening. Izuku's chest heaves with panicked breaths, scent harsh, stinging menthol and burning chocolate. The Alpha coos, flaring his scent again, slowly approaching. He steps into the light, allowing Izuku to see him and- oh. Present Mic? Izuku's ears clear slightly, enough to hear the words the hero is cooing at him as he carefully approaches. 

   “Hey sweetheart. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you, honey. I just wanna take a look at that gash, yeah? Looks real nasty. Don't run or attack, please. Just wanna help.” The hero croons, reaching out and touching the bleeding arm, a large gash sluggishly bleeding. Izuku flinches, breath speeding up. The hero increases his own soothing scent, gently reaching out and dragging Izuku into his arms. His nose is tucked in the hero's neck, letting him get a good scent. The hero pulls out a medkit and starts gently treating the gash as well as other small injuries. He talks softly the entire time, voice vibrating soothingly, like a cat's purr. Izuku relaxes without even knowing, pressing into the hero's body with a soft whine. The hero coos, wrapping a bandage around the stitched closed gash. “It's okay. You're okay. You're safe. I'm not gonna hurt you.” Izuku whines, nuzzling soft skin. 

   Hizashi hums, pleased that his boy already trusts him. Time to move this along. He leans down and gently rubs his tongue across the omega's mating gland, smirking when the wet spot on his pants grows. Izuku jerks away but Hizashi holds him in place by his hips, grip gentle but firm. The omega tries to escape, scent spiking with fear again, but Hizashi just gently sucks on the gland, purring. The omega melts, a stuttering, soft purr starting up as Hizashi loves on his mating gland. He massages widening hips, happily licking up the pleasure soaked mint chocolate scent. It's cool, sweet, refreshing, like mint chocolate chip ice cream on a hot summer's day. Once he's sure the omegas worked up enough, Hizashi stands, effortlessly lifting the teen and walking out of the alley. Time to bring him home. The walk to Hizashi’s house is short, he doesn't live far away from their current position. It's hard to keep from stripping the pretty boy before they're inside the door, but he manages, closing and locking it before giving in to his urges and tearing the offending fabric off his omega's heated body as he walks to the bedroom.

  Both of them are bare by the time the squirming omega is put down on the bed, legs gently nudged open. It exposes his heated sex to the air, the sweet smell of slick and arousal filling Hizashi's nostrils as he immediately drops to his knees to eat his mate's drooling pussy, lapping up all the slick and gently cleaning him up. He brings his mate to his first orgasm with his tongue, purring the whole time. The greenette babbles nonsense as the head of Hizashi's cock breaches the tight heat, Hizashi being as careful and gentle as he can be, even as he sinks in, bare and hard. When he's all the way in, he halts, letting the omega catch his breath, tears clinging to long lashes. “I got you, you're okay. Just breathe, baby.” He murmurs, smoothing his palms up and down the omega's sides. He wrestles down his own arousal in favor of letting the small teen adjust, carefully running his hands over every inch of bare skin, cataloging reactions and sounds. When the channel loosens, he moves, slow, gentle, careful. More grinding than fucking if he's being honest. He purrs, talking sweetly to the boy he'd been watching for months, waiting for him to present so he could legally take him. When his knot locks, he carefully buries teeth in the sensitive mating gland, pumping mating venom into the boy, making him instantly cum, legs locking tightly around Hizashi's waist as he wails. “Mine.” Hizashi growls, thumb pressing gentle circles into the sensitive clit, prolonging the high. “My mate. Mine.”