The front door clicked shut, and the silence of the house swallowed them. Katsuki didn’t let go. He’d carried Izuku from the car, one arm under his knees, the other cradling his back, and he didn’t set him down in the entryway. He just stood there, breathing against Izuku’s hair.

“Bath,” Katsuki said, the word a rough scrape in his throat. He didn’t wait for a reply.

He walked them to the bathroom, shouldering the door open. He set Izuku on the closed toilet lid, his movements slow, deliberate. Izuku stared at the black and white tiles, his hands limp in his lap. Katsuki knelt, his knees cracking, and began filling the tub. The water roared, steaming. He tested it with his wrist, then adjusted the faucet.

His fingers went to untangle Izuku from the blanket. Izuku flinched, a full-body shudder.

Katsuki’s hands stilled. “Look at me.”

Izuku’s eyes dragged upward. They were glassy, shattered.

“It’s just me,” Katsuki said, his voice low. It wasn’t a growl. It was something else, something strained and raw. “Just cleaning you up. That’s all.”

He peeled the blanket off his son. Izuku sat naked and shivering on the cold porcelain. Katsuki’s gaze swept over him—the fading marks on his neck, the tremor in his thighs—and his jaw tightened. He lifted Izuku again, lowering him into the hot water. Izuku gasped as the heat enveloped him, his body going rigid before melting back against the tub.

Katsuki’s clothes hit the tiles with wet, heavy slaps. He didn’t look away from Izuku as he stepped into the tub, the water sloshing violently as he lowered himself behind his son.

Izuku stiffened, his breath catching.

“Shhh,” Katsuki murmured, his chest pressing against Izuku’s back. He reached for the bar of soap. “Just getting in. That’s all.”

“You’re… you’re getting wet,” Izuku whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming.

“Don’t care.” Katsuki worked the soap into a lather between his palms. He brought his hands to Izuku’s shoulders, kneading the tight muscles there. “Let me.”

His touch was methodical. He washed Izuku’s neck, his collarbones, the slope of his small breasts. The suds slid down Izuku’s front, pooling in the water. Katsuki’s thumbs brushed over his puffy nipples, and Izuku shuddered, a weak sound escaping him.

“Did he touch you here?” Katsuki’s voice was low, dangerously calm.

“He… he sucked on one,” Izuku whispered, the words bubbling up like something drowned. “It felt wrong.”

Katsuki’s hands stilled on Izuku’s skin. The silence was thicker than the steam. “Which one.”

Izuku’s trembling finger touched his left nipple, pink and puffy from the heat. Katsuki stared at the spot, his breathing a slow, deliberate draw through his nose.

“It felt wrong,” Izuku whispered again, the words cracking open. “Everything he did… it was empty. It was just… nothing. And I felt nothing. And then I felt everything and I screamed and I—” He was shaking, hard enough to make the water ripple. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”

Katsuki’s hands settled on his hips, holding him steady. “Why?”

“Wh-why?”

“Why are you sorry?” Katsuki’s voice was a low rumble against his spine. “That fucker put his hands on you. That ain’t your fault.”

Izuku choked on a sob. “But I let him—I went with him—”

“You were confused. You were hurt.” Katsuki’s thumb stroked the dip of Izuku’s waist. “I’m not mad, Izu. I’m worried. Look at you.”

He reached for the soap again, working up a lather. His touch returned to Izuku’s chest, circling the offended nipple with a slow, deliberate pressure. “This is mine,” he stated, quiet and final. He washed over it again and again, the suds thick, his touch firm enough to pinken the skin beneath. “He doesn’t get to put his mouth here. Nobody does.”

Izuku’s head fell back against Katsuki’s shoulder, a weak cry escaping him. The cleansing felt like a claiming. The heat of the water, the heat of his father’s body behind him, it was seeping into the cold hollow the assault had left. “I felt so empty after,” he confessed, tears mixing with the condensation on his face. “And then… and then I just wanted you.”

Katsuki stilled. His breath gusted hot against Izuku’s wet hair. “What did you want?”

“Your touch.” It was a shameful, hungry whisper. “Even if it hurt. Even if you were mad. It’s real. You’re real. He was just… a ghost.”

Katsuki made a sound, deep in his chest—not a growl, something shattered. He wrapped both arms around Izuku, pulling him tight against his torso, burying his face in the damp green curls. “Fuck, baby boy. My good boy.”

His hands slid down Izuku’s stomach, through the soapy water, over the soft mound he kept bare for him. Izuku whimpered, his thighs falling open of their own accord. Katsuki’s fingers brushed his folds, and they were slick, impossibly slick, arousal leaking into the bathwater. “See?” Izuku sobbed, humiliated. “My body… it’s always like this for you. Even now.”

“Shhh,” Katsuki murmured, his fingers circling, not entering, just feeling the heat, the wetness. “This is mine, too. This cunny knows its daddy. It don’t know shit about some stranger.” His voice was thick, possessive. “It’s crying for me, isn’t it? All this sweet juice.”

He pressed the pad of his thumb against Izuku’s clit, a slow, grinding circle. Izuku jerked, a sharp cry tearing from his throat, his back arching. “Daddy—!”

“I know,” Katsuki breathed into his ear. “I know, Izu. Let it out. Let Daddy wash all that nothing away.”

Izuku turned his head, his wet cheek sliding against Katsuki’s stubbled jaw. “Please, Daddy,” he begged, the words a hot, broken whisper against his father’s skin. “Touch me. Really touch me.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched. His thumb still circled Izuku’s clit, a steady, maddening pressure. “I am touching you.”

“Not like that.” Izuku twisted, water sloshing over the tub’s edge. He braced a small hand on Katsuki’s chest, feeling the frantic beat beneath, and pressed his lips to his father’s mouth.

It wasn’t a skilled kiss. It was desperate, salty with tears and bathwater, a clumsy offering. Katsuki went utterly still for a second, a statue of muscle and tension. Then a low groan vibrated through his chest, and his hand came up to cradle the back of Izuku’s head, holding him there as he took over the kiss. It was deep, claiming, but slower than usual. Softer. His tongue swept into Izuku’s mouth with a possessive gentleness that made Izuku whimper.

“You’re shaking,” Katsuki murmured against his lips.

“I need you,” Izuku gasped, pulling back just enough to speak. His green eyes were wide, pupils blown. “Inside. I need to feel you. I need you to be real.”

Katsuki studied his face, his crimson eyes searching. He saw no fear, only a raw, aching hunger that mirrored the one in his gut. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” Izuku’s voice didn’t waver. He guided Katsuki’s hand from his clit, down through the soapy water, pressing his father’s broad fingers against his own slick entrance. “Here. Please. I need you here.”

Katsuki cursed under his breath. He shifted, lifting Izuku with ease, turning him in the water to straddle his thighs. The hot water lapped at their chests. Izuku’s small breasts pressed against Katsuki’s solid torso, his hard nipples scraping through the coarse hair. Katsuki’s cock, thick and heavy, lay trapped between them, pulsing against Izuku’s stomach.

“Go slow,” Katsuki instructed, his voice gravel. His hands settled on Izuku’s hips, holding him steady. “You set the pace, baby boy. This is for you.”

Izuku nodded, biting his lip. He reached between them, his fingers trembling as he grasped Katsuki’s cock, guiding the broad, blunt head to his soaked opening. He sank down, a slow, agonizing inch, and cried out, his head falling forward onto Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, his hands tightening on Izuku’s hips. His own body was corded with restraint. “That’s it. Take your daddy.”

Izuku sank deeper, the stretch breathtaking, a familiar burn that chased away every ghost of the stranger’s touch. He moaned, the sound long and broken, as he finally settled fully onto Katsuki’s lap, sheathing him completely. He was full, achingly full, anchored to the earth by the man who’d broken him. “Daddy,” he sobbed.

“I’ve got you,” Katsuki rasped, one hand sliding up to grip the back of Izuku’s neck, holding him close. His other hand stayed on his hip, not forcing, just holding. “Move for me, Izu. Show me what you need.”

Izuku went still, fully seated on Katsuki's cock, his body trembling with the effort of not moving. He just held him there, buried deep, and pressed his mouth to his father's again.

This kiss was different. Slower. Softer. Izuku's lips moved against his with a sweet, lingering desperation, his tongue shyly tracing the seam of Katsuki's mouth until he granted entry. It was a kiss that tasted like tears and devotion, and it stole the air from Katsuki's lungs.

Katsuki’s hands, which had been gripping his hips to guide him, went slack. He let them drift up Izuku’s back, over the knobs of his spine, to cradle the base of his skull. He kissed back, a low, shattered sound vibrating through his chest into Izuku’s mouth. “Izu,” he breathed against his lips, the word rough with awe.

“Just want to feel you,” Izuku whispered, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against Katsuki’s. His green eyes were closed, lashes wet. “Just like this. You’re so deep, Daddy. You’re so real.”

Katsuki could only stare. The heat of the water, the heat of his son’s body sheathing him, the unbearable softness of the kiss—it was wrecking him. He was used to taking. To fucking. This… this was being taken. Not by force, but by a quiet, devastating need that left him hollowed out and remade.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Katsuki rasped, his thumbs stroking Izuku’s jaw. “Fuck, baby boy. Look at you.”

Izuku opened his eyes. A fresh tear tracked down his cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, the confession a fragile, breaking thing in the steam-filled room. “Even when I hate you. I always love you.”

The words hit Katsuki like a physical blow. His breath caught. His cock, already impossibly hard inside the clenching, wet heat, throbbed. A possessive, grateful noise tore from his throat. He claimed Izuku’s mouth again, this kiss deeper, hungrier, but still laced with a tenderness that felt foreign on his tongue.

Katsuki broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Izuku’s, his breath coming in ragged gusts. “I love you,” he growled, the words raw, stripped bare. “Fuck, Izu. I love you so much it’s eating me alive.”

Izuku shuddered, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. “Daddy…”

“No, listen.” Katsuki’s hands framed his face, thumbs smearing the wet tracks. His crimson eyes were blazing, desperate. “You’re my whole world. My good boy. My perfect, fuckin’… everything. I love you.”

He kissed him again, a slow, deep seal over the confession. Izuku moaned into his mouth, his hips making a tiny, involuntary rock against Katsuki’s lap. The movement sent a shock of pleasure through them both, a sharp, shared gasp breaking the kiss.

“That’s it,” Katsuki rasped, his hands sliding down to grip Izuku’s hips again, not to force, but to feel. “Just like that. Take what you need. Use your daddy.”

Izuku began to move, a slow, rolling grind that seated Katsuki’s cock impossibly deeper with each tilt of his pelvis. The water sloshed gently around them. His small breasts rubbed against Katsuki’s chest, his hard nipples catching on the coarse hair. “You feel so big,” Izuku whimpered. “So real.”

“I am real, baby boy. I’m right here.” Katsuki’s voice was a wreck. He dropped his head to Izuku’s shoulder, biting down gently on the junction of his neck, not to mark, but to anchor himself. “This cunny’s mine. This heart’s mine. All of you.”

“Yours,” Izuku sobbed, the pace of his hips increasing, becoming more deliberate. Each rise and fall was a wet, slick glide, the stretch a glorious ache. “Only ever yours, Daddy. I promise.”

Izuku’s rhythm became a steady, desperate plea, his small body rocking on Katsuki’s cock, each wet slide punctuated by a broken sigh. The water sloshed in time, a warm tide against their chests.

“That’s it, baby boy,” Katsuki growled into his neck, his breath hot against the damp skin. “Fuck yourself on your daddy. Use me.”

“Can’t… can’t get deep enough,” Izuku whimpered, his fingers digging into Katsuki’s shoulders. He lifted himself almost all the way off before sinking back down, a tight, slick sheathing that made them both gasp.

Katsuki’s restraint was a live wire about to snap. “You’re taking me to the root, Izu. You’re so fuckin’ deep.” His hands slid from Izuku’s hips to clutch his ass, kneading the soft flesh, helping him lift and fall. “So good for me. My perfect cunny boy.”

The old, degrading endearment, spoken in this new, reverent tone, shattered Izuku. A sob tore from his throat. “Daddy, I’m gonna—”

“Cum,” Katsuki commanded, his voice rough. “Cum on your daddy’s cock. Let me feel you.”

Izuku’s back arched, a silent scream on his lips as his orgasm ripped through him. His cunny clenched, a fierce, rhythmic pulsing around Katsuki’s girth, and he squirted, a hot gush that melted into the bathwater, his body seizing in Katsuki’s arms.

The violent, milking tightness was too much. Katsuki grunted, his own control obliterated. “Fuck! Izu—” He thrust up, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a ragged shout, his release pumping hot and endless into his son’s clenching depths.

They clung to each other, panting, shuddering through the aftershocks. Katsuki’s forehead dropped to Izuku’s shoulder, his breaths coming in heavy gusts. Izuku went boneless, held up only by the water and his father’s arms, a low, continuous whimper escaping him.

For a long minute, the only sounds were the drip of water from the tap and their slowing breaths. Katsuki nuzzled into the crook of Izuku’s neck, his lips brushing the skin there. “Alright?” he murmured, the word gruff but soft.

Izuku nodded, a slow, dazed movement. He felt hollowed out and put back together, the terrible emptiness from the cafe thoroughly scoured away. “Real,” he whispered. “You feel real.”

Katsuki’s arms tightened around him. He didn’t pull out. He just held him there, still joined, in the cooling water. “I am real,” he said, and for the first time in eight years, it sounded like a vow, not a threat.