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“Cut! Cut! Fucking stop!”
Bakugou Katsuki’s face is red as he yelled into the megaphone from his director’s chair. Throwing the megaphone on the ground, he jumped from his chair and stomped onto the set of the movie, his face contorted with rage as he approached his actors.
Kirishima Eijirou, 13, is supposed to be one of the industry’s best new teen actor but lately he’s been fucking up on his lines and Bakugou is fed up with it.
“Take five, Kaminari. I’ll talk to you when I’m done with this moron,” Bakugou’s tone was calm which was probably the scariest thing that Kaminari, who’s been working with Bakugou since he was 9, has ever seen or heard. Kaminari nodded and walked away, taking the robe one of the set hands gave to him as he covered his half nude body and stepped off the set.
Turning to Kirishima, who looked a bit frightened, Bakugou took a deep breath through his nose as he tried to think of the nicest way to say what he’s thinking.
“You fucking airhead,” he started, “I don’t know how many goddamn times I’m going to have to tell you your lines but if you mess up one more time,” Bakugou put his hand on Kirishima’s tiny shoulder, gripping it tight, “i’m going to lose my shit. and you don’t want that, okay?” Bakugou smiled and it was cruel, full of anger and malicious intent.
Krishima gulped and nodded.
“Good boy,” Bakugou stalked off the set without so much as a second glance towards the redhead.
“Alright! Places, shitheads!” Bakugou yelled into the megaphone that was, miraculously, not broken. He sat in his chair, eyes trained on the small screen on the back of the camera.
“Action!”
Kaminari walked on set, his bare and skinny chest on display as he caressed Kirishima’s cheek and leaned in further. Kirishima blushed, his long eyelashes fluttering, as he leaned forward to meet the blonde halfway.
“Th-this is my first kiss,” Kirishima spoke softly as Kaminari tucked his hair behind his ear. Kaminari gave a half smile and replied that it was his, too. The intent of the scene was for the kiss to be sloppy and messy, just like any two boys first kiss.
Kirishima, forgetting his line once more, leaned forward and connected his lips to Kaminari’s softly and Bakugou felt something inhim snap.
“CUT! FUCKING STOP EVERYTHING!” Bakugou yelled once more into the megaphone. Kirishima and Kaminari pulled apart, set hands sighed as Bakugou lost his temper and a lot of the extras ended up walking out of the lot.
“Kirishima,” Bakugou yelled. His voice echoed on the empty set as big, red eyes looked at him with something akin to fear. “Come with me.”
Kirishima grabbed the robe off the table before the set hand could even get to it, shrugged it on and scurried off the set before Bakugou could get anymore upset with him. He’s never worked on such a big budget film before with such a well-known actor so he was scared for sure.
Bakugou walked ahead of him, his shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets. Kirishima stayed a safe distance behind in order to avoid any confrontation. Bakugou didn’t say anything as he walked towards Kirishima’s trailer. He swung open the door with fierce strength and stomped up the rickety steps and into the tiny place; Kirishima followed and kept quiet.
Once inside, Bakugou grabbed Kirishima by his hair and pushed him down on the small bed that was in the trailer. Kirishima’s face was pressed against scratchy sheets, Bakugou’s knees bracketing his torso as he pressed his weight on top of the younger boy. Kirishima struggled, trying to get from underneath Bakugou.
“You,” Bakugou pulled on Kirishima’s hair roughly, bringing his head up and whispering in his ear. “You keep messing up your lines and it’s pissing,” the older man dug his knee deeper into the younger’s back, his grip in Kirishima’s hair tightening unbearably. “Me off. Now, you have to face the consequences.”
Bakugou let go of Kirishima’s hair, and moved from bracketing his torso to his legs. He grabbed Kirishima’s narrow hips and lifted them up so Kirishima’s ass was in the air.
“I-I don’t like th-this,” Kirishima stuttered, tears dripping onto the blankets.
Bakugou laughed it wasn’t joyful-- it was full of venom and spite; mocking. “This isn’t about what you like, Ei-ji-rou,” the way Bakugou said Kirishima’s given name sounded like he was spitting out bullets and it made Kirishima shiver; the hairs on the back of his neck rising.
“No, This is about me relieving all the stress you’ve caused me,” Bakugou pulled down the boxers Kirishima was wearing for the film-- exposing his pink hole, unused and tight, the younger boy’s tiny cock and balls hanging out.
“So small,” Bakugou whispered as he spit on the puckered hole. The spit made everything cold and Kirishima wriggled around, trying his best to escape. “P-please, no! I’ll say my lines! Don’t!” he cried and Bakugou ignored him, rubbing the spit around with his forefinger before pressing in, not stopping until he was at the second knuckle.
“Fucking tight,” Bakugou dripped more spit on the hole, moving his finger in and out to spread it out more.
Bakugou was indelicate as he shoved in another finger, scissoring them apart and stretching out the young actor’s asshole. Kirishima was in tears by now, his ass burning from lack of lube and the roughness of bakugou’s fingers. “I wonder how much more you can take,” he murmured to himself.
Pushing in two more fingers, Bakugou spitting more onto the boy’s poor hole as he fucked his fingers in and out of the tiny hole. “Can’t wait to put my cock in here,” he growled as he pulled his fingers out slowly. He watched the puckered hole wink, trying to fit around nothing but air before slapping Kirishima’s left ass cheek.
Bakugou smiled as the little bit of fat on Kirishima’s ass jiggled, the skin going bright red. he landed more hits, revelling at the hand print being left behind.
“I think you make a much better toy than you do an actor,” Bakugou said as he unbuckled his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers until his cock sprang free-- half hard and an irritated red. He licked his palm, gripped the base of his cock and started to jerk until he was fully hard. “Can’t wait to hear you moan for me,” he commented with a vitriolic smile.
Kirishima was shivering underneath Bakugou, tears falling freely as he felt powerless to stop what was going on.
Bakugou positioned himself above Kirishima, his cock lined up almost perfectly with Kirishima’s virgin ass. He placed his hands on his lower back and hips, pushing his hips forward and letting out a low moan as the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscles.
“fucking perfect,” he moaned as he kept going until his entire cock was sheathed inside the younger boy.
“Stop! Please, it hurts so bad! Stop!” Kirishima cried loudly. Bakugou, who acted like he had cotton in his ears, started a brutal pace in fucking the actor. Moving his hands from the redheads hips to his shoulders, pressing down hard as he fucked into the tiny hole.
Kirishima buried his face into the mattress of the bed, screaming in pain as the spit started to dry and Bakugou began to fuck him dry. “Don’t be a little bitch,” Bakugou grunted, “a little slut like you loves this.”
Kirishima couldn’t really feel the scratches of the sheets against his cheeks with his tears making the surface smooth and wet.
Leaning back, Bakugou spit more on Kirishima’s hole to make the friction more bearable.
Bakugou got right by Kirishima’s ear, burying his cock as deep into Kirishima as he could, the head of his cock rubbing right against the redhead’s prostate. “Tell me you love it,” Bakugou whispered right in his ear.
Kirishima shook his head, keeping his mouth closed. Bakugou sneered and grabbed Kirishima’s hair, pulling his head up and putting one hand around his neck. “Tell me,” he pulled his cock out a couple of inches, “you love it!” he slammed back in, hitting Kirishima’s prostate head on-- making the redhead cry out loudly. Keeping his hand around Kirishima’s neck, Bakugou continued to fuck into him roughly.
“It hurts! Mr. Bakugou, it hurts, please!” Kirishima cried.
Bakugou grunted, keeping his pace. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he breathed out, burying his face into the junction of Kirishima’s neck and shoulder. “Gonna fill you up so good.”
Kirishima began to wriggle more, fear taking over his emotions. “No! don’t cum in me, please!” he begged. Bakugou-- like he’s been doing-- just ignored him. Straightening up from his position of being hunched over Kirishima, Bakugou pushed down on the small of Kirishima’s back, his ass coming out more. He pulled out until just the head was in-- then, slamming right back in.
“No!” Kirishima cried out, tears falling like a spring fountain from his eyes. Kirishima tried to ignore the pleasure that was growing in his stomach as his cock rubbed against the scratchy fabric of the blanket on the bed. He bit his wobbly lip, trying to keep moans down.
“Fuck, your ass is squeezing me so tight.” Bakugou’s thrusts were speeding up and getting rougher but were sloppy and uncoordinated-- Kirishima could feel Bakugou’s thick cock twitching in his ass as Bakugou got closer to his orgasm. The grip on his hips was brutal, but the pain was slowly fading into pleasure as his prostate was hit over and over again.
Kirishima let out a surprise moan when Bakugou wrapped his fist around his tiny cock and started to pump. It was rough and not very pleasant, but it was the shock that made the noise come out.
“Oh, such a pretty sound,” Bakugou purred. He kept stroking, squeezing too hard on Kirishima’s cock, and keeping his brutal pace as he fucked into the tiny boy. “So close. Fuck, fuck-” he moaned out as the hot feeling swelled in his stomach.
“No! Please don’t cum inside of me! Please!” Kirishima cried and begged.
But, it was too late. By the time Kirishima said his last plea, Bakugou was pumping hot cum into Kirishima’s virgin asshole.
Kirishima wailed the whole time, his hands fisting the sheets as Bakugou buried himself as deep as he could into the boy’s tight ass and empty his load.
Finishing up, Bakugou pulled out and admired his handiwork-- watched as his cum dribbled out of Kirishima’s wrecked ass, giving it a firm slap. He tucked himself back in and zipped his pants.
Kirishima, still in the position, didn’t move as his whole body shook with sobs.
“Next time,’ Bakugou pulled Kirishima’s hair, leveling his face with Bakugou’s. “You’ll remember your lines. Because if you don’t--” Bakugou pulled harder-- “this will happen again and again until you get it right. Do you want that?”
Kirishima shook his head.
“Good,” Bakugou let go roughly, Kirishima’s head falling onto the bed like a lead weight. “Clean yourself up and get back on set, I don’t want to waste anymore time.”
As bakugou swept out of the trailer, Kirishima turned himself onto his back with his legs spread, trying his best to get all of Bakugou’s cum out of his ass. He sobbed loudly, feeling sick to his stomach as the cum kept leaking out like it was never-ending.