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DING! DONG!
“Fuck!” Katsuki swore as he startled awake in his recliner. A glance at the clock showed he hadn't dozed for long. Probably only half an hour.
He groaned as he stumbled to his feet. Maybe he shouldn't pull twelve hour shifts anymore. At nearly thirty-eight he wasn't get any younger.
DING! DONG!
Right that's why he's up, some asshole was ringing the doorbell. He pulled up the camera app on his phone to see who the hell was bothering him. Sure it was only about six p.m., but he was tired damn it! He took a glance at it as he walked to the door.
He fully expected it to be the idiot squad, since it was Friday. Usually if they couldn't convince him to join them at the bar, they'd show up uninvited with pizza and beer. To his surprise, it looked to be a high schooler.
He wore an ass ugly purple suit that was too big for his narrow frame. It looked like someone tried to tame his green curls, but it ended in failure. Freckles danced across blushing cheeks. The nerd shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, he wore obnoxious red sneakers that looked too big for his feet. He carried a corsage that matched the boutonniere pinned to his chest.
So the kid dressed like a dork and was an idiot.
DING! D--!
He snatched the door open just as the boy started to ring the bell again. He had to look down, the kid barely reached his pecs. He startled back with a squeak, and his eyes went wide as he took in Katsuki's giant figure. The physical labor working at the car shop certainly kept him in shape, and Kaminari did say the tattoos and piercings made him look like some kind of gangster.
They stared at each other a moment before Katsuki barked, “Well? What the fuck do you want?”
“O-oh! Um, good-good evening sir.” Great, a stutterer, “I'm here to pick-pick up, Melissa.” Katsuki just narrowed his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow. Either the kid got the address wrong or he was set up. “Eh...um...for prom?” His voice squeaked again. He was surely flushed head to toe now. Fuck, if he put his hands around that tiny waist, would his fingertips touch?
Katsuki kept the smirk from his face, and schooled it back to a scowl. “Right, prom.” He stepped to the side to allow the kid in, “C'mon.”
The little thing trembled with every step over the threshold. He was muttering to himself, obviously a nervous habit. “I thought Mr. Shield was an engineer...not a biker...or-or as big...what-what if he doesn't think I'm good enough...”
Katsuki rolled his eyes and locked the door. He led the kid to the sitting room. There the kid stood like a gawking idiot again before Katsuki shoved him to sit on the couch. He made sure though to brush a thumb along the nape of his neck. Heh, soft. “Name?” He gruffed out.
He mumbled something ending in 'ku'. “Eh, Deku? Speak up.”
“Midoriya Izuku!”
“Okay, Deku. Melissa, she's...still getting dressed, you know how girls fuckin' take forever.” An idea sparked then. “How 'bout a drink?”
Deku cleared his throat, “Um, sure...sir. I'll take some water.”
He snorted and stepped up to the liquor cabinet. He made it obvious to the boy that he wasn't getting him a water. He thrust a glass of whiskey into Deku's face. The idiot flapped his arms around like an idiot, “No! Thank you! But-but I'm under age!”
He rolled his eyes and shook the glass, the ice clinked and made the kid wince. “It's prom right? Right of passage and all that. You're a man aren't you?” The little inhale Deku took, before focusing on the glass, had Katsuki licking his lips. That struck a nerve with the kid. “Huh, didn't think my daughter went for wimps.”
The kid swallowed and a fire of determination lit in his eyes. He took the glass and drowned half the drink before the burn had him coughing. Katsuki snickered to himself and quietly sipped his own drink. He dropped down heavy on the couch next to the kid, his weight dipped the cushion enough that Deku was leaning into him. “So what are you a middle schooler or something?” He teased.
“I-ack-I'm a junior at UA.”
“UA, huh?” He studied there, got valedictorian. He wondered if that hobo teacher still taught there...Aizawa? Fucker was always sleeping in the teacher's lounge. “Enjoying your classes?”
“Yes-yes sir.” He chirped, cheeks rosy from the drink. “Especially physics. I-I share it with Melissa.”
He noticed Deku's drink getting low, and topped it off. “Yeah, she talked about you a lot.”
“Really!?” He perked up nearly spilling whiskey everywhere. Katsuki could imagine it, little nerd sitting next to a chick that barely knew his name. He probably had to deal with awkward chubs and wet sheets because of her. Fuck, he's glad those days for him were long over.
The alcohol seemed to be doing it's job, and the nerd's trembling had lessened. His tongue looser. “She's so smart, and-and nice. When I asked her to prom I was sure she'd say no!”
Katsuki played with a few of the curls, “Don't see how she could.”
“Well I'm not very popular...” He fiddled with the rim of his glass. Kid probably had no idea how much he'd drank by this point. “People tend not to notice me.”
“Sounds a bit like you're a loser.” He chuckled.
He frowned at the insult, “I-maybe I'll wait outside.” He stood up too quick and wavered on his feet before flopping back onto the couch. Katsuki caught up the glass before it could shatter on the floor.
“Tch, trying to break my shit Deku?” He pushed a little fake anger into his voice, and the boy paled.
“No-no, I'm sorry!” He cried out, eyes going glossy. Katsuki's cock practically begged tears to fall. “I didn't mean-mean to drop it!”
Katsuki grabbed onto the nerd's shoulder, letting the weight hold him in place. He held the glass up to the light. “Do you know how much these fucking cost?” They were hand-me down's from the old hag, he'd already broken two. “Look, it's chipped now!” He pointed to a nonexistent blemish.
Deku's eyes squinted, and he licked his lips as he concentrated on the glass. Little light-weight could barely keep his head steady. “Oh—ohmygoshI'msosorryIdon'thavemuchmoneybut--”
“Slow down shithead, can't fucking understand you!”
Deku took a breath, and forced himself to slow down. “I''m so so sorry! I don't have much money but I can work it off!”
Got him. “You're willing to make it up to me, huh? What're you willing to do? “
“Any-anything!”
“Heh.” He smirked and flopped back on to the couch. Deku's eyes went wide when he unzipped his jeans. The fresh blush staining his cheek only made him throb harder.
“Wh...what? Mr. Shield?” Deku's eyes snapped between his fly and face. Maybe wondering if it was a joke. Katsuki wasn't joking though. He wanted that cute little mouth on him. He pegged the kid for a virgin the minute he showed up at his door, he didn't mind teaching him.
He fished himself out and Deku's jaw dropped. He wasn't as hung as a Kirishima, but he was thick. Deku's hands were tiny, fuck, would he need both to circle around his cock?
He cocked an eyebrow at the nerd, “Well? You said you'd do anything.” He gently pulled the nerd to bend toward his crotch, the kid recoiled at the smell. It'd been a tough day, he hadn't had time to shower yet okay?
Deku tried to get up again, but Katsuki wasn't having it. He pressed harder on the back of his head, the kid had no strength compared to him. “No! Please sto—uhp!”
“Fuuuck!” Katsuku hissed out. That little mouth was nice and hot. Deku wasn't moving, but that didn't matter. He just groaned at the pleasure of something other than his own hand warming him. He pressed him down further, and groaned as Deku's jaw strained to open wide enough for his girth. He whined and slapped at Katsuki's thighs. “I'll let you up if you do a good job, okay kid? I'm sure you've seen porn at your age. Be good little twink and suck it like the cock slut that's in there, yeah?”
There was a sob, and that sent glorious vibrations through his cock. With hesitant movements, Deku bobbed his head up and down. Katsuki threw his head back, “Ahn!” He didn't hold back and letting Deku know how good it felt. A little encouragement always went a long ways. Katsuki was rewarded with Deku moving a little faster, letting the cock travel a bit deeper. He pet those curls, “Fuck-ah, good boy! Yeah, suck it like that!”
At a particular twist of the kids tongue he couldn't help but buck his hips. His throat spasmed around the fat head of his cock, and Deku started gagging. He ripped the kid up before he could puke. The nerd coughed and hacked. “Sorry about that baby, guess I'm a bit big for you.” He laughed. “Here,” he grabbed up Deku's hands and put them around the base of his cock. Holy shit, he really did have to use both hands. “Stroke in time with your mouth, that way you won't take too much.”
On one hand he really wanted to just bury himself to the root in his throat, absolutely destroy the nerd with his first face fuck. On the other hand, he didn't want to risk puke going everywhere.
Deku was openly sobbing now, but did as he was told. Each little hiccup made him swallow hard around his cock. He needed to distract himself or else he'd start thrusting again. He let his hand travel down a bony back to a surprisingly plump ass. He gripped it hard and Deku yelped around his cock. He came up for air, “What-what are you doing?!”
“Tch! No sense in it being only me having all the fun.” He smirked, he let his tongue come out to languidly lick his lips. He smacked a hand down hard.
“Ow!” He hissed, though Katsuki didn't miss the little thrust the kid's hips made. Interesting. “Stop-ah!”
He smacked that ass again, wishing to know if it could jiggle, but the damn suit was too big. “C'mon keep sucking slut.”
His little tongue played with the head a moment, giving it kitten licks before swallowing down again. “Mm, fuck just like that.” At least Deku was a fast learner. He slipped his fingers under the waist band of the suit pants. The nerd tried to sit up again, so Katsuki pressed him back down with his other hand.
“Goddamn, you're so fucking soft” He groaned out as he groped the flesh he could find. His fingers danced over Deku's hole and the kid flinched. “Don't be scared, it won't hurt.” He drew back his hand to slurp noisily. There was some unintelligent whining that happened around his cock, but all it felt like was a vibrator. “Be patient!” He smacked the nerd again, and was able to sneak a little thrust deeper in that throat.
His fingers easily found that hole again. He circled it a few times, noticing Deku had gone awfully still in his lap. He glanced down to see a pretty comical sight. Those green eyes wide, nostrils flaring for breath, and the edges of his lips white from the strain around his cock. Fuck maybe he should have set up a camera.
He watched the other's face carefully as he breached him with a meaty finger. It'd be better with lube, but he didn't want to give the kid a chance to run. Those eyes got impossibly wider, and he managed to pop off, “No-unh! It hurts—please take it out!”
“Shh, it's going to be okay, just got to get you a little stretched is all. Happens to all virgins.” He pumped his finger in out, shuddering at the velvety texture of the warm walls. Deku kept whining, so he turned the cute face up to his and claimed his lips. Katsuki didn't mind taking charge of the kiss either, if he'd kissed anyone before it was probably just a stupid peck on the cheek. He plundered Deku's mouth to show him what a real kiss felt like.
He started to nudge a second finger at his entrance and Deku went stiff again. They'd get no where at this rate. “Deku relax, I got you.” He manage to wiggle in the second one and the nerd let out a high pitched gasp at the intrusion. He was trembling now, gasping for air. Katsuki's cock was left in the cold, yet stayed hard due to the sight below him.
He plunged his fingers into that tight wet heat, scissoring and prodding. Finally he found the little bundle of nerves he was looking for. A green flew back with a keen, “Ahn!” He looked to Katsuki, confused and scared.
Katsuki worked it gently, pulling Deku apart stroke by stroke. “Your prostate, didn't they teach this shit in health class? Or were you too busy staring at what's-her-name?”
“What?” He tried to talk, but the alcohol and pleasure took any sense of concentration from him. “Melissa? You-your daughter?”
“Yeah, Mandy or whatever.” He added a third finger, and the kid fell forward in his lap probably unconscious of the way his hips pressed back on to Katsuki's hand. He puffed out little moans and gripped Katsuki's dick harder. Fuck he couldn't stay patient anymore.
He flipped their positions, and ripped off that stupid tux. Sure the kid was scrawny, but his skin was like cream, and freckles were dusted everywhere. “Wha-no! But--!” He shut the kid up by plunging his fingers back in and hard. He arched up off the couch, and Katsuki pinched and twisted one of the pink nipples. “AH-AHN!”
His little cock exploded untouched, and his face pinched up tight as he screamed out in ecstasy.
Katsuki practically growled at the sight, “Shit! I gotta-gotta--” he scooped up some of the pathetic release in his hand and slathered it along his shaft. Deku was blissed out, panting hard, and didn't notice his legs get hooked around Katsuki's hips.
He rubbed the head of his cock on that tight little hole. The idea he might actually break the twink was thrilling. “Hey, Deku...” The kid blinked blearily at him, his brain only now catching up to what was about to happen. “Katsuki, that's the name I want you screaming out.”
“Ka...what? I thought it was David not Ka—CHAHN!” He cried out when Katsuki thrust forward.
“FUCK!” Holy shit, holy shit. It was the best damn ass he'd ever been in. Maybe he should have worked in a forth finger, but the flesh hugged him just right. Katsuki swore he could feel it molding to his shape. He huffed as he stayed still waiting for the body gripping him tight to relax. “Ah, shit, so tight. Kacchan works too I guess.” He laughed when he realized what the kid ended up calling him.
But Deku's eyes were glazed again, and he was kind of floaty. He looked down to see the little fucker had managed to cum again. “Like my cock that much, huh?” He chuckled darkly and started to rock his hips. The nerd whined and moaned at the over stimulation. “Mmm, fuck. Baby you feel so good around it. Bet it felt good for you, getting split open by my fat cock.”
Those scrawny legs shoot around him. Deku seemed to have no more words as Katsuki plunged in and out of his body. He scrambled to grab on to the couch cushions to try and hold some sense of reality. Katsuki noted with glee that the little cock was coming back to life again. He ran his hands up along the kid's stomach, delighting in the bulge he felt just beneath the skin. “You're so tiny, mm-f-fuck. My cock is just filling you up.”
He wasn't going to last much longer, and fell forward to suck beautiful bruises on Deku's neck. The boy's arms came up around his shoulders, gripping tight. He nibbled on an ear, and rumbled directly into it, “That's right, ah, going going to fill you up. Make you feel so good. Say it, say who's making you feel so good!”
“Kat-Kat-Kacchan!” He stuttered out, each thrust from Katsuki rocking the entire couch now. “Ahn! Ah-please-please!”
“Please what, baby boy, gotta-shit-gotta tell me something?”
“I want—please let me cum!” He cried out.
“Of course, baby.” Katsuki shifted his hips, and the head of his cock knocked into Deku's prostate. The greenette let off an earsplitting screech. His little cock valiantly tried to pump more cum between their sweaty bodies, but it would be mostly dry at that point.
Meanwhile, his tunnel had locked down around Katsuki strangling his orgasm out. “Unf-FUCK!” He hollered and ground in as deep as he could go. He hadn't cum that hard in a long time, and could feel his hot spunk oozing out of the kid around his cock.
When the pleasant buzz finally allowed him to think again, he looked down at the twink messily speared on his cock. Deku was passed out cold.
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Izuku came to, his body swaying, no bobbing up and down. He registered more as he slowly became more aware. The steamy hot air, the water lapping at his skin with each movement, the iron grip of calloused hands on his hips. Something thick and hard plunging in and out of him.
“Wh-what?!”
“Finally-unf-awake, nerd? Tch-ahn, fucking virgin.” Mr. Shield was lazily rolling his hips while pulling his smaller body up and down on his lap. “Would've waited—fuck--for you to get up, but you're just too damn cute!”
The unhurried movements made sure to drag the man's obscene size constantly across his prostate. He smacked his hands across this mouth to hold in the moans.
Sharp teeth dug into his shoulder, “No, baby, I want to hear you.” He thrust up hard, and Izuku had to brace himself on the sides of the tub. He cries and moans escaped and echoed in the bathroom.
“Gnk-ah! Nnh!” He tried to reason with the man, “Mr-Mr. Shield-oh-oh god! Please st-unf-op!”
“Told you, stupid nerd, name's Ka-tsu-ki!” The man angled to slam hard into just that sensitive spot he'd played with earlier. Izuku came with a squeal, and his body clamped down on the cock inside him. “Fuck! Shit yeah!” The man's hips shook underneath him, and something hot emptied into his insides.
He collapsed back against the broad chest, and thick arms wrapped around him. “Hmmm. How are you still so fucking tight?” Sloppy kisses traveled around his neck and shoulders.
Silent tears started to fall, down his face. He didn't understand why his body felt so good! Shouldn't it only be like that with girls? “Why-why are you doing this to me, Mr. Shield?”
To his confusion the man cackled, “Fuck, you still think I'm that extra?” He was maneuvered to face the man. “Stop calling me that bastard's name.”
“You-you're not Mr. Shield?!” He cried out. Oh no! Did Melissa have a brother he didn't know about? She must think he's a complete idiot for not knowing!
“Name's Bakugo Katsuki.” He snickered, amusement dancing in his red eyes. “Though I did like you calling me 'Kacchan'. Let's stick with that, hmm?”
“I-I don't...”
Kacchan rolled his eyes, “You came to the wrong house dummy.”
“Huh?...” The light clicked on upstairs. “WHAT?!”
He tried to wiggle free, but the stranger was too strong. “Hey, don't ruin the afterglow.” He was smashed back down on that plump chest. “Just relax baby, let daddy take care of you for a bit.”
He whined at the implications of what that meant, “No-no more.”
Another laugh, “I think I can agree with you there. You look like you're going to pass out again.”
“Why is this happening to me?”
“Either you really got the wrong house, or the bitch you were going to take to prom purposely gave you the wrong address.” Kacchan's voice was deep, rumbly; with his ear to his chest it almost sounded like a purr. It helped the sting in his heart that he was possibly lied to. “Whatever the case, I think it's for the best.”
Izuku sniffled, “How...how so?”
“Well, tell me. What sounds more fun? Two-stepping to shitty music around a bunch of brats, or getting the life fucked out of you by my fat cock?”
He blushed in tried to hide his face. When he put it like that, there really was only one choice. “But what happens now?” He had to go back to school knowing that he was the only one that didn't go to prom. He had to deal with the fact that he might not be straight, that the man bathing him was probably going to kick him out now that he's had his fun.
“Fuck, you don't realize you do that do you?” Kacchan snorted. He explained to Izuku's embarrassment, “You were talking out loud. I ain't going to kick your ass out, idiot, I'm not that much of an asshole. 'Sides, I decided already. You're mine now. My Deku, my baby boy.”He dragged a bar of soap gently across Izuku's skin, grumbling under his own breath. “Saw how shitty your suit was, I'm going to get you something that fits, new shoes too.”
Thus Izuku's whirlwind of an evening ended with him as a sugar baby by random chance...maybe...maybe it won't be so bad?