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“Ah, fuck!” Kacchan squeezed impossibly tight around his knot, cumming into the sheets in front of him. Midoriya wrapped an arm around Kacchan’s waist and instinctively rubbed his palm against the lacy fabric of the bodysuit he had worn tonight.
With a content sigh, he let himself cum inside Kacchan, smiling when he heard the Omega gasp. He was careful not to jostle Kacchan too much when he reached back to grab his phone. Immediately, he went on his notes app and clicked on the most recent one.
Kacchan’s outfits:
He underlined lingerie and kept it on the page, scrolling up to look at the rest of the underlined ones. They had gone surprisingly fast through the list and he would have to come up with more options.
“Deku turn off the light, I’m tired.” Kacchan whined, shoving his face in between his arms. Midoriya did as he was told, turning off his phone and placing it by the bedside table. He didn’t want to disturb Kacchan too much, he was probably a little sore.
When he felt his knot go down a few minutes later, he pulled out gently, so he didn’t wake Kacchan up. As his cum started to leak out, he panicked about the mess and fingered it back into Kacchan's loose hole. It wasn't like Kacchan didn't want it there anyway.
It was usually at this time that he started to feel a little guilty with whatever had happened during the night, but it was different now. After the first few months of crying into his pillow, he'd become accustomed to this feeling now. He would just sleep next to his mate refreshed, happy.
Kacchan didn’t mind it either, he always came at least, and he was the one who insisted they do this every day. Not that he could anyway, but Midoriya would never be the one to force Kacchan to do anything.
Midoriya was a nice man.
He’d been labelled one since he’d presented as an Alpha when he was only fifteen years old. He was one of the younger presenters, meaning he’d had more time to adjust to his designation. Many treated him as they would an Alpha Prime. Being the Number One Hero just added to that level of respect.
Therefore, it was no surprise that Kacchan ended up mated to him. The Omega was both desirable and strong, everything that Midoriya would had ever have wanted. Of course, even someone as strong as Kacchan couldn’t resist the pull from an Alpha like Midoriya. There were even a few articles that stated that Midoriya must have been a Prime because he had managed to bag the most sought-after Omega in Japan.
He never liked that attention, though. Found it strange that people would compare him to something he wasn’t. Newspapers and magazines often called him a ‘Prime’ and critics complained that he tried too hard to seem like one.
He never usually cared much about it.
That was until he found out he was infertile.
One of the many perks to being an Alpha Prime was that they were never infertile. It was ironic that it would be shoved in his face constantly despite his previous indifference to being compared to a Prime. When he had been told he was infertile, he thought it wasn’t as bad as it sounded. Yes, he wouldn’t be able to have his own children, but Kacchan wasn’t the type to want to have kids either.
Right?
Unfortunately, fate despised Midoriya. The day Kacchan had admitted he wanted kids felt the same as the day he had found out he was quirkless. Yet again, he was reminded about how useless he was. How...inadequate. Other couples had started to have children and each time the children were born, they were quick to visit them. Every time, he had to watch as Kacchan tried to hide how his face lit up when a baby babbled in his arms or when they tried to suck on his breast, thinking he was their dam. But it also meant Midoriya had to watch how Kacchan’s face fell every time he had to give the babies back at the end of the visit. It made his heart sink, knowing this was something Kacchan would have to live without.
Kacchan didn’t know of his infertility, of course. No one did, aside from his doctor. He feared what would come out of it, once it became public. He knew it was bad to keep this knowledge from his Omega, especially considering how desperate Kacchan was for a child, but he refused to lose Kacchan over something so...trivial. Because that was what it was. Yes, Kacchan could want but he didn’t need a child. Didn’t need something taking his attention away from his mate or hero work. Midoriya wasn’t depriving him of anything.
In fact, it was the opposite. He gave Kacchan everything he had. If he had the correct sperm count, he would have given him a child as well. But some things just weren’t worth arguing over. So, he let Kacchan try different methods. Different positions. Different diets. In fact, Midoriya turned it around so that it benefitted him more than it weighed him down.
The first time Midoriya wanted to try something, Kacchan had been ovulating and desperate enough to go through with it. He’d managed to fuck Kacchan for the first time in a dress. It was white and long. Too modest and yet it clung perfectly to every inch of Kacchan. It was flawless, beautiful. After that, Midoriya always complained about how hard it was for him to fuck as often as they needed. Kacchan made up for it by dressing like a maid, a nurse and even one time, Ururaka.
Each time, Kacchan would disappear. At first, Midoriya thought it was because he was embarrassed about what he was wearing. Maybe that was still partly true. However, one-time after they had fucked, Midoriya had walked past the bathroom and Kacchan had left the door open. He had seen Kacchan in a weird position in the bathtub, keeping his legs in the air.
Soon after, Midoriya realized that Kacchan was trying to keep his cum inside for as long as possible.
That day, they fucked five times.
This issue of Midoriya’s had improved their relationship, once again he’d utilized a weakness of his to help Kacchan. So, it made sense that he wanted a little out of it. Kacchan had always been frigid when they had started their relationship. Always refusing to do certain things. Now, he almost always agreed. Whatever Midoriya suggested, he did willingly as long as he ended up with Midoriya cumming in his ass.
It would probably be easier to tell Kacchan but then if he left? Midoriya would never forgive himself. Not after he spent so much time creating this life for them. It wasn’t even like Prime’s were rare. In their class, Kirishima, Jirou and Todoroki were all Primes. Despite them all being mated, if Kacchan was desperate enough he could always find someone who could give him a child.
That made him laugh a bit, there was no way Kacchan would do that. He wouldn’t have just anyone being the father of his children. It would have to be a Prime he knew, and they were all mated. There was no use worrying over it now, everything was fine.
It was late the next day and Midoriya found himself waiting around for Kacchan to come back from his patrol. When he started to scroll through his phone, he heard a knock and stilled. Why wouldn't Kacchan just unlock the door?
Maybe he had forgotten his keys.
He opened the door to see Todoroki leaning by it, his head lowered like he refused to meet Midoriya’s eyes. “Shouto? Is everything alright?”
“Can I come in?” Midoriya saw that Todoroki was holding his phone in one hand and a bag filled with beer in the other. It was extremely rare for Todoroki to drink due to his fear of losing control. Without thinking much about it, he moved to the side to let Todoroki in.
He took the bag from him and rested it on the kitchen counter, hoping that Todoroki would change his mind about the alcohol. He’d be a bad friend if he let him indulge in bad habits.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Midoriya asked once they had both sat in the living room. He turned on the TV as background noise but neither of them bothered to look at the screen.
“Can we have some beer?” Midoriya made a face. “Only one each.” That was...okay. He stood up and got two bottles from the kitchen before handing one to Todoroki and sitting down. Todoroki waved his bottle awkwardly in the air and it took a moment for Midoriya to understand what he was doing.
“I can open it with my hand, here.” He grabbed the bottle and snapped the lid off. Todoroki’s eyes followed his hands as he handed the bottle back.
“I think we’re very different people. Momo and I.” Midoriya nodded, not entirely sure if he should voice his opinion on that specifically. “We aren’t like you and Bakugou. Sorry, Midoriya . I don’t know why I’m still not used to his name, yet.”
“Just call him Katsuki.” Todoroki nodded, seeming like he didn’t care much anyway. “Me and Kacchan still fight all the time.”
“Yes, but you have similar goals.”
“Goals?”
“You both know what you want out of life.” Todoroki’s voice sounded darker, like he was angry. Then, he looked up and stared at Midoriya. “She’s moving away. After everything...she wants to move away so she can do more hero work.”
“Away?” Midoriya asked, “where?”
“America. She said its only for a few years but that’s a long time. Too long. And she only decided to tell me, her husband, about it a month before she accepted the job.”
“Can’t she pull out of the agreement?”
“She won’t.”
Midoriya opened his mouth to say something but was distracted by the door opening. “I had the worst fucking patrol. A kid threw up on me! On me !” Both turned their heads to see Kacchan move past the kitchen towards them.
“Did you shower at the agency?”
“No, I walked home, covered in vomit.” Kacchan flicked his wet hair, “of course I showered at the agency.” He rounded the corner, past the kitchen and stared at them on the couches. Maybe he was confused as to why Todoroki was here at this time.
His eyes glanced over at the TV, and he watched, for a second, the old western film showing on the screen before he rested his gaze back on Midoriya. “Freaks.”
With that, he walked upstairs to change into cleaner clothes. Midoriya finished his bottle off as he listened to the footsteps slowly grow quieter, meaning Kacchan had headed towards the bathroom.
“What are you going to do?”
“She said that if I can’t support her, I should divorce her.” Midoriya was silent for a moment. Momo and Todoroki had been together even longer than Midoriya and Kacchan. It felt strange to hear that they would be divorcing. For him, that was his worst nightmare. Kacchan asking for a divorce. He couldn’t imagine how Todoroki was feeling. “Do you know who convinced her?”
Midoriya shook his head but the longer he stared at Todoroki, the closer he got to realizing what he meant. “Why would Kacchan-”
“Apparently I wasn’t giving her the support she needed.” Todoroki swallowed more of his beer, his eyes wet. Although Midoriya felt for his friend and knew he should comfort him, he couldn’t stop the anxiety that curled within his gut. Kacchan told her to leave because she wasn’t getting what she needed. Did he think the same about his own marriage?
“I’m sorry.” Midoriya swallowed, finally finding his voice. “It wasn’t his place.”
“Don’t apologize for him.” Todoroki stated, “he knew what he was doing. It has nothing to do with you.” Despite his harsh tone, he was smiling softly at Midoriya and Midoriya couldn’t help but smile back.
Again, they were interrupted with Kacchan coming down and demanding their attention. This time, he was dressed in black leggings and a hoodie. Something Midoriya had asked him never to wear in front of guests before.
“What are you guys watching? Change the channel.”
“Kacchan could you get some napkins from the kitchen?” He wanted to get rid of him for a bit longer whilst he asked Todoroki more questions, but he was too quick, and he threw the napkins over on the couch.
“Kacchan, get me another bottle.” Midoriya ordered. In the corner of his eye, he could see Kacchan stiffen but he still went to go and get Midoriya another beer. Once he came back, he blocked Midoriya’s view of the TV as he stood in front of him.
“I’m not your fucking housewife, I just came back home.” Kacchan growled, slamming the bottle on the table before crossing his arms. “You can’t get it yourself?”
“Kacchan.” Midoriya laughed, trying to settle him down. Todoroki just watched the interaction, his eyes boring into Kacchan’s back. Todoroki had always been one to never understand social interaction and so he often let his gaze stick on people for too long. This look, however, was different. There was something behind Todoroki’s eyes this time.
Midoriya soon noticed that he was too distracted by Todoroki and looked back at Kacchan who was glaring down at him. Without speaking, Kacchan huffed and walked out of the room.
That night, he was banished to the couch whilst Kacchan sorted the guest room for Todoroki. He felt even more terrible than before, it was like it was proof that he was a terrible husband. To rub it in his face even more, every channel seemed to be about happy couples that wanted to settle down. Not to mention the fact that Todoroki had stayed round, and he was a Prime.
He didn’t understand what he had done wrong in his past life. Why was he born quirkless and fertile? Was it fate telling him he wasn’t good enough for Kacchan? Instead of sleeping, Midoriya stayed up and stared at the ceiling. There must be some way that he could give Kacchan what he wanted. That way, there would be no risk with Kacchan leaving, right?
Kacchan had left the next day before both Alphas had woken up. There was breakfast in the kitchen and a note that stated he had gone to an early patrol. Midoriya had found it strange that this patrol hadn’t been on the calander but sometimes there were a few emergency covers when people called in sick. That, or he wanted to avoid Todoroki.
Breakfast was simple and they ate in relative silence, only speaking about a new drama they had both coincidentally been watching. When Midoriya started to wash the dishes, Todoroki’s head bent down, and he scratched at his scalp. “I hope you don’t think I’m angry at you. I’m not.”
“I didn’t think that.” Midoriya assured, drying the last dish. He moved away to put it where it was supposed to go, not missing the way Todoroki hunched his shoulders. “But you are angry at Kacchan.”
“Wouldn’t you be?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go and stay at your house if I was angry with your mate.” Midoriya answered honestly. “Why didn’t you stay with Iida and Ururaka?”
After one look, Midoriya knew the answer. Although he could be pushy and intervene sometimes, they would almost definitely get involved. Still, it was strange that he still chose this household to stay in.
“Shouto, I know you never would but-”
“I would never hurt Ba-Katsuki.” Todoroki told him, “I’m here because you’re my closest friend. It’s just...unfortunate that he also lives here.”
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“Kacchan.” Midoriya started as they folded some clothes. He wanted to bring it up before but didn’t know how to approach the subject subtly, “did you have a fight with Shouto?”
“Huh?” Kacchan turned around and stared at Midoriya. “He told you about Momo?” Ah, well, so much for subtlety.
“Uh, yes.”
“That means she’s actually leaving. Good for her.” With that, Kacchan turned back around and finished his own pile of clothes. He shoved them in the closet and clapped his hands, unaware of Midoriya’s horrified expression. “Hurry up, we haven’t fucked today.”
“Kacchan...why did you tell her to leave?”
“I didn’t tell her anything.” Kacchan huffed, “she is a grown woman who can make her own decisions. I just said aloud what she was thinking.”
“Which is?”
“Her husband is useless and he’s holding her down.” Kacchan smirked. “Well, ex-husband.”
“Kacchan!” How did he care so little? “He’s not useless anyway!”
“Of course, you would think so.” Kacchan crossed his arms, “all Alpha’s think he does so much for his wife.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you calling me useless?” Midoriya asked, he could feel his heart breaking.
Kacchan gave him a weird look. “You’re the Number One Hero.” Then, he moved towards the door. “And you’re going to be the father of my children.”
Midoriya tensed but luckily, it went unnoticed.
“I’m making dinner but we’re fucking after.”
In that moment, all Midoriya could think about was how miserable the situation was for both Midoriya and Todoroki. Despite being a Prime, Todoroki was deemed a useless Alpha and despite being the Number One Hero, Midoriya couldn’t conceive and give his mate what he really wanted.
The next day, Todoroki had left the house without telling them. They assumed it was so he could catch Momo before she left the airport and that meant they had the whole house to themselves for a good few hours. Unfortunately, Kacchan needed ingredients apparently and so Midoriya was still kicked out the house and sent to the nearest store.
Midoriya didn’t know why he was so worried, it wasn’t like Kacchan was the exact same as Momo. Yes, he could have given her advice, but Kacchan was very particular with his own issues. There was no way he would demand a divorce. Even as he convinced himself that there was still a thought at the back of his head reminding him that there was also a chance that Midoriya may have not properly understood how much Kacchan wanted a child.
As he scanned for items, he felt his mind travel to strange places. He hadn’t felt this useless in a long time. In fact, since he had gotten One for All, he couldn’t pinpoint a time where he had thought he couldn’t give Kacchan what he wanted. He’d wasted so much time trying to get as much as he could from this situation that he had refused to listen to Kacchan’s side.
His phone buzzed and his heart jumped when he saw Kacchan’s name, but it was just a reminder to buy more milk than usual as they had Todoroki round. Midoriya bought what they needed, smiling and taking a picture with the cashier before he walked home. He needed the time to think. With infertility, there were limited options with what people could do. He could bring up adoption, but Kacchan could be hesitant, and he didn’t want to risk losing him. There was also no way he could get Kacchan pregnant with someone else’s child without the public knowing.
Midoriya paused.
Well, there was a way but that was even more risky than telling Kacchan the truth.
With the bags in his hand, he walked inside the house, trying his best to seem as nonchalant as he could. “Kacchan, I brought the-” Midoriya gasped before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened as he watched his mate on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Kacchan looked at him like he was examining him, assessing his every movement.
In all the years they had been together, Kacchan had never once decided to dress up. It was always Midoriya’s idea, and he was always the one to go out and buy the outfits too. It was never that he was embarrassed but he’d always hoped that Kacchan would come with him and choose a few bits for himself. Now, Kacchan had willingly...
“Are you not gonna say anything?” Kacchan tilted his head, “De- ku ?”
In all honesty, his mind was blank. But then, “I thought you said you weren’t my housewife.” Midoriya laughed nervously but his eyes remained stuck on Kacchan’s figure. It didn’t seem to be the answer Kacchan wanted, though, because he stood up straighter and snarled at him. Midoriya backtracked, “you look beautiful, Kacchan.”
Like always, Kacchan’s face lightened up with the compliment, but he refused to smile. Midoriya stared at him a bit longer, trailing his eyes up and down to capture every part of this outfit. Kacchan had dressed up in a Western style dress. It was old, even Midoriya knew that. A red vintage, pin up dress that he’d seen the housewives wear in old Hollywood films. It puffed out below Kacchan’s hips and stopped at his knees.
Now he looked exactly how he should. A proper housewife, waiting for him to come home. This was the only time, that Midoriya could remember, when he truly wished he could knock Kacchan up.
Midoriya walked closer. “If you don’t get me pregnant this time, I'm leaving you for someone else.”
The statement suddenly sobered Midoriya up. He knew – hoped – it was a joke but the fact that there was a Prime living in their house didn’t help in him reasoning with his own insecurities. Without warning, he grabbed Kacchan’s wrist and dragged him into the living room.
“Wha-” Kacchan couldn’t finish because Deku had lifted him up against the wall, pressing him against it. With his arms, he held onto Kacchan’s ass, and he used his head to slot himself in between his thighs. He lifted him a bit higher, smirking when he heard Kacchan’s breath hitch.
“Your dress is so pretty Kacchan. I don’t want you to ever take it off.” Kacchan didn’t reply but he wrapped his legs around Deku’s neck and crossed his ankles on his back. Midoriya leant forwards, smiling when he saw that Kacchan wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock was dangling uselessly underneath the dress. It wasn’t hard enough yet, but Midoriya knew he wouldn’t have to wait long.
Already, he could smell the slick and he stuck out his tongue to feel it drip down into his mouth. Fuck, Kacchan always tasted so sweet. “Deku.” Kacchan urged. Underneath the dress, Midoriya couldn’t see much but he could imagine that Kacchan was glaring at him. He shifted them a bit more before he leant forwards and licked at Kacchan’s wet hole.
The reaction was immediate, Kacchan gasped and there was a thud which meant he had thrown his head back against the wall. The ankles around him tightened and brought him closer towards Kacchan’s hole. Midoriya licked around the rim, getting as much slick as he could before he finally dove his tongue inside. It was so soft. Kacchan moaned above him, his hands resting on Midoriya’s dress-covered head.
“More.” Kacchan whined and so he obeyed. Moving Kacchan to rest more on one arm, Midoriya released his other one and moved it under the dress. He traced it eagerly around the rim before he shoved it inside. “Mmfhm.”
Kacchan’s dick had started to rise, poking and wetting the fabric of the dress. He had to lower Kacchan to do so, but as he fingered him, he wrapped his lips around Kacchan’s head, sucking his cheeks in. His mate wailed, bucking his hips up and almost pushing them both backwards. As he took all Kacchan in, he curled his fingers inside his ass, listening out for the small gasps and grunts that he would let out. Kacchan was always so docile when they were having sex. He didn’t used to be, it had taken a long while and a lot of convincing for him to become like this.
Although it was nice to feel Kacchan moan around his fingers and it was nice to taste him in his mouth. It was a little boring without any attention on himself.
So, he flipped Kacchan over, ignoring the surprised squeak. Once upside down, he moved the other body around so that Kacchan’s dick was next to his mouth. Already, the dress had fallen and covered Kacchan’s upper body and it left his legs completely bare. He could feel hot breath over his clothed crotch and waited for Kacchan to get the hint. Luckily, it didn’t take long for Kacchan to reach forwards and unzip Midoriya’s pants, releasing his dick.
Fuck, it felt great once Kacchan licked up against what he could, shoving the rest in his hot mouth. Midoriya moaned as he sucked on Kacchan’s head, making sure that he kept them both straight. From here, he could see Kacchan’s asshole twitch, leaking slick down onto his dick and Midoriya’s mouth. It was so messy, but it was so hot. Every time he jostled a little, Kacchan would choke around his dick.
He held tightly onto Kacchan as he thrust forward, his dick going up into Kacchan’s throat. So tight. Kacchan hit his thighs, but from this position, there wasn’t much he could do aside from taking it. He did his best too, swallowing all Kacchan down repeatedly. He lifted his weaker arm so that only one was holding Kacchan up by his waist and started to finger him once more. He needed Kacchan open and ready for him.
Once he started fingering him, Kacchan gave up trying move and went back to compliantly sucking his dick again. Midoriya thrust slowly at the same pace he shoved his fingers inside Kacchan. As Kacchan started to get used to the dick against his throat, he got a bit faster. His balls started to swing, hitting Kacchan’s nose and he could feel cold air against all of him. Kacchan was moaning, unashamed, around him, wiggling every time Midoriya scissored his fingers. Finally, Kacchan felt brave enough to move his hands away from Midoriya’s thighs, where they clung on in case he fell, and started to cup his balls and his knot.
Fuck , it was nice to have so much attention on him. He couldn’t even see Kacchan as he touched him, he could just feel the pressure from his hands and the wet heat of his mouth.
“I’m going to change position now, Kacchan.” Midoriya told him, moving Kacchan away from his dick carefully and slowly turning them around so that Kacchan was the right way up. He seemed to be blinking slowly and his face was completely red due to the position. He hadn’t kept him there for too long, though.
He set Kacchan down, laughing when he got a small punch to his bicep. He leant up to kiss Kacchan’s mouth, licking around his lips before biting them and pulling it back. “Hurry up.” Kacchan pushed him back and turned around, pointing at the zip at the back of the dress. Midoriya should have teased him about his eagerness, but he felt his own self-control slip as he stared at Kacchan in the dress again.
He wrapped his hands around the cinched waist, completely covering it with his large hands. He tightened his grip, forcing a small inhale from Kacchan, before he dragged him back towards him. Midoriya slowly unzipped the dress from the neck to where it stopped, on Kacchan’s ass. It opened a little as he did it and he refused to open it anymore. It was nice, watching Kacchan’s pale back flex underneath such a delicate dress.
“Bend over, Kacchan.” He demanded softly, kissing at Kacchan’s back. Without complaint, Kacchan did so and leant his forearms on the couch, shoving his ass out. The dress covered most of it but if Midoriya pulled it back a little, he could see everything. “Get it off your shoulders a bit.”
He helped, letting the dress fall off a bit lower down Kacchan’s arms so that it fell just the perfect length below his ass. Perfect.
Midoriya rubbed the head of his dick on Kacchan’s rim, circling it around before he fucked it inside. Kacchan let out a small gasp, biting into his forearm. So pretty, so tight.
“You should have worn heels, Kacchan.” Midoriya said, leaning down so that he could lick at Kacchan’s neck. He bit it for good measure. There was a small sound from the side of them and Midoriya distracted Kacchan by shoving in fully, pushing him further into the couch.
He looked over to the side to catch whatever made that noise and saw Todoroki standing there, a beer in his hand and his eyes wide open. The other man flicked his eyes on Kacchan before back on Midoriya and then back to Kacchan. On any normal day, Midoriya would have stopped and dressed them both quickly in embarrassment but for some reason, he felt glued to the spot. Todoroki clearly felt the same because he didn't budge from where he was standing.
“Oi, you gonna move or not?” As you wish, Kacchan. Midoriya started a slow pace, dragging his cock in and out as he watched Todoroki stare at him. Perhaps he was still in shock but either way Midoriya didn’t stop. He didn’t let Kacchan see Todoroki either, shoving his face in between the cushions.
Once Todoroki drank from the beer bottle, his eyes dropping down to see where Midoriya’s cock was inside Kacchan, Midoriya picked up the pace. He couldn’t even concentrate on the wet sounds or the small noises that were being forced out of Kacchan because he could just feel Todoroki’s gaze on him.
He didn’t blame Todoroki. Kacchan was beautiful and the reason for his divorce, why wouldn’t he stay to watch him be fucked. Especially when Kacchan was so dolled up and eager for it. He fucked in faster, not listening to the small complaints that Kacchan had started to moan about.
“Deku, s-slow down.” At this, Midoriya saw Todoroki quirk a brow and he felt annoyance spark up inside him.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He growled lowly, fucking into him once more.
“What?” Kacchan’s voice darkened but Midoriya didn’t let him argue and he slapped his ass, hard. Then, he pulled out and fucked back in again and again. Once he could feel himself ready to cum, he pulled out and twisted Kacchan around.
He zipped the dress back up, ignoring Kacchan’s annoyed shuffling and then he finally let him go and sat down on the couch, facing Todoroki. He didn’t even need to say it, Kacchan already knew. Dutifully, the Omega sat on Midoriya’s legs, positioning himself on Midoriya’s dick. He reached backwards, as if to unzip his dress again, but Midoriya jumped forwards to stop him.
“Keep it on.”
“It’s annoying.” Kacchan huffed.
“Keep it on.” Midoriya ordered but at Kacchan’s glare he softened, “please?”
“Whatever, pervert.” Kacchan mumbled, pushing Midoriya by his chest so that he was forced to lay down. He didn’t mind, though. Not when he could watch Kacchan fuck himself onto his dick. The dress covered most things, but he could see the blush on Kacchan’s cheeks as he lifted his head up and moaned. The hands on his chest were hot and sweaty but the sweet smell that usually omitted from them was enough to distract him. Kacchan was such a good housewife. Always pleasing him so well.
In the back, he could see Todoroki’s eyes drop down to Kacchan’s back. Strangely enough, he wasn’t overcome by jealously. Kacchan was his. And Todoroki knew that. Kacchan riding his dick so desperately was enough to prove it.
He bounced so prettily on Midoriya’s dick, and the dress billowed out each time he slammed himself on Midoriya's thighs. His chest was on show, red and sweaty and, if Midoriya wasn’t distracted by the way Todoroki was watching them, he would have reached up to lick at it.
“If you want my knot, you’re gonna have to work a bit harder Kacchan.” He braved, panting as he looked up at him. Kacchan’s red eyes narrowed, his expression more annoyed than seductive but in Midoriya’s mind, those were the same thing.
“Is it going to get me pregnant?” Midoriya was pretty sure he heard Todoroki gasp by the doorway, but he must have imagined it because Kacchan didn’t notice.
“Yes...” Midoriya let out a low groan when Kacchan slammed down once more and maneuvered himself around so that he was on his feet. It allowed him to move faster, and his pace was unrelenting, he would move up to Midoriya’s tip before plunging himself down.
Midoriya groaned when Kacchan bent forwards and wrapped his arms around his neck, biting at his ear. Without thinking, he gripped Kacchan’s ass – still covered by the dress – and started to pound up, resting on his own feet now so that he could go as deep as possible. He could feel when his mate was close by the way Kacchan had begun to babble unintelligible words by his ear, spit flying as he cried aloud.
“Please, please cum.” Kacchan begged, desperate for it. Midoriya smirked against his shoulder, refraining from staring off towards where Todoroki was standing and thrust particularly hard. Kacchan let out a yelp, shoving his ass down in a clear attempt to get Midoriya to finish.
He didn’t need any more encouragement.
With a final thrust, he shoved all the way in and stilled, letting his knot fully form and grow inside Kacchan. The Omega squirmed on it, squeezing around it so deliciously and practically milking the cum out of it. Even Midoriya hoped it would work this time, despite knowing it wouldn’t.
Not that Kacchan would ever know.
Kacchan kept grinding, keeping all the cum inside of him. Afterwards, he would do what he usually did and lay down with his legs in the air to keep the rest of the cum inside him. Midoriya let out another release of cum after that thought and risked a look over to where Todoroki had been standing.
Todoroki stared at him, his eyes as cold as ever. Then, without blinking, he turned and walked away.
Midoriya wished he didn’t.