𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊/𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞
𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒, 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞, 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒, 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞,, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜
Kᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴏᴛ, ʀɪᴄʜ ʙᴏᴍʙsʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴜsᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ's ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴇᴄʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ, sᴏ sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀᴛ ᴀss ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs.
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He cleans Izuku's pool a few times a month—
the hag had insisted he take up a summer job before starting his first sidekick gig with Mirko in September, and instead of picking a fight that would end with the back of his head sore as fuck, he'd agreed.
Personal growth.
He only sees the sexy man with the green hair once in a blue moon, but his thirst had bloomed the first time he'd pulled up with his company truck and nonchalantly walked to the back of the house, expecting another day of popping in earbuds and cleaning the rich fuck's pool.
Only this time around, said rich fuck was having a bit of personal time, the man snoozing on his stomach on a towel under the sun, a blissed out look on his face.
Katsuki had nearly walked straight into the pool when his eyes honed in on those glorious cheeks absolutely gobbling up what appeared to be a skimpy bikini bottom, the omega's ass jiggling every time he sighed and adjusted in his light
sleep.
And then, near the end of Katsuki's cleaning duties that took double the normal allotted time because he was perving, the man woke up with a cute yawn. stretched his toned arms far above his head and blinked blearily.
"Oh, hi!" He'd chirped sunnily.
Katsuki had just stared, his cognitive function and wit completely gone.
"Uh," he'd said dumbly. "I'm, er, Katsuki.
Your poolboy?"
"I guessed as much, cutie," the man had giggled, and Katsuki was immediately down bad. "You also graduated top of your class at UA!"
Since that (hopefully) fated meeting, Katsuki has only seen Izuku a couple times, and each time was absolutely euphoric and left Katsuki with wank material for weeks.
He'd always known the omega was hot, he's a well-known young entrepreneur-but he's even hotter in person.
꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷
Katsuki jumps out of his truck, supplies in tow, and eagerly walks to the back of the Midoriya estate, hoping with every bit of his gremlin-y little heart that Izuku is home today.
He nearly jumps with joy when he spots that unmissable ass sunbathing by the poolside, the man decidedly awake this time around.
"Hi, Kacchan!" Izuku shouts happily.
"Perfect timing! Could you help me put some tanning lotion on my back?"
Katsuki flushes at the nickname and then nearly face plants when his brain finally registers the request.
"Oh, uh, sure," he says in a way he hopes is cool and aloof. His voice sounds forcibly deeper, and he nearly cringes as he makes his way closer.
